Michael knew.
Michael knew his darkest secret.
The eldest Winchester had his regrets in his lifetime, many would never be forgotten, but many could be forgiven. However, this one made his stomach turn. And his heart skip several beats as if it may stop at any moment in time. It was wrong.
"Yet here we are, Dean. You disgusting, pig," Michael's voice hissed out in thought, a whirlwind of emotions raced through his skull. Nearly causing him to lose his balance, it was wrong. But he couldn't change how he felt, those feelings he held for Sam had always been there all these years. "Dean, Dean, Dean," Michael rang out, clicking his tongue shaking his head from side to side. "How much is it going to take? For you to realize he doesn't love you? He would never feel the same about you. This...attraction you hold for your little brother is disgusting." Dean felt himself shrink—to make it worse he felt himself shrink in his own flesh in blood. "That's what I thought. Stay away in your tidy little room," The arch-angel sneered adjusting his suit jacket, gazing at himself in the mirror.
He would never return those feelings.
Remember that, Winchester.
