Red String - ABO Au - Destiel and Michifer

Chapter 52

Michael's mind came to a screeching halt. He swore his heart skipped a beat, his breathing stopped, to put it simply the Crowned Prince stopped working momentarily
"Michael I'm so sorry! I-I really am it's just-" Dean rambled on and Michael barely heard a word.
This news didn't exactly hurt but it certainly was a surprise. Michael's eyes glanced to the bed, covered in pillows and blankets in a nest, then there it was, nestled among the silk sheets was the trenchcoat.
While Michael wasn't angry, and not exactly hurt that Dean had fallen for Castiel, he was a little shocked that his little brother actually went through with conducting an affair with Dean.

"Michael!" Sam's voice was harsh as he snapped his fingers in front of the Angel's face "Say something, you're only causing Dean more distress." The younger man snapped motioning with his hands to Dean, who had his arms wrapped around his middle Protectively, fear in his eyes and scent

"Oh yes... Dean-" Michael started and took a deep breath "Congratulations. You and Castiel will be-"

"Me and Castiel? The Hell Michael had you not heard a word I said? You think I would go behind your back and purposely have an affair? With your brother no less!?" Dean exclaimed tear filled eyes wide as he shook his head and leaned against the wall, one hand gripping the back of a chair as he swallowed "I'm going to vomit." He gasped swallowing thickly before pushing past Michael to the toilet.

Sam shook his head with an exasperated sigh, one hand went through his floppy hair, his foot nudging some glass
"It happened during Dean's captivity. Alistair the Demon did it to him." His voice was quiet as he met Michael's gaze.

The realization hit Michael like a Ton of bricks. The Angel suddenly felt horrible. He should of known this could've happened, it all suddenly made sense. Abaddon was convinced Dean should be hers, was on the thrown when Dean was kidnapped, and naturally would want an heir. Being an Alpha female the risks were lower for her to get pregnant, and why would she want to be burdened down with carrying a child? So why not get a trusted and loyal demon in her ranks to produce heirs with the Omega she wanted? Some of this was starting to make a little bit if sense to the Alpha. But there were still pieces missing
"Oh Gods..." Michael muttered taking a step back and sitting heavily in a chair that was surprisingly not tipped or smashed

"Yeah, oh gods is right Michael." Sam hissed with a shake of his head, blinking back tears "He's scared right now. Obviously. He spent months being tortured by an angry Alpha, so I think raising your voice, or even the slightest bit of unease will only cause more fear for him right now, even though he won't admit it." Sam continued, beginning to pace, glass crunching beneath his feet.
Sam opened his mouth to talk again when both Alphas looked up at the sound of the bathroom door opening and Dean came out hesitantly

The older Winchester kept his eyes trained on the ground, staring at Michael's well polished brown boots, not saying a word.

"Dean," Michael started, the Archangel stood and quickly took a step back when Dean flinched. Michael's wings folded as close to his body as he could to try and look less intimidating "Dean look at me." Michael kept his voice calm and quiet, but firm enough that Dean knew he was serious

Dean slowly lifted his chin to meet Michael's gaze, the Alpha didn't seem mad, didn't smell upset. Infact his scent was rather sad, nervous, but not angry. His face was soft, eyebrows furrowed in heavy concern, ice colored eyes soft and warm as he looked at Dean
"I'm sorry Alpha." Dean croaked. Maybe if he played the submissive Omega card, this could end without incident

"I told you not to call me that Dean. I'm not even your Alpha yet." Michael explained but Dean shook his head

"But you will be. We have nearly all the planning done. The date is set for three weeks, which gives my face plenty of time to finish healing so I will look nice for the wedding. You are my Alpha whether you like it or not." Dean swallowed what felt like a boulder as he spoke the next sentence
"And as my Alpha you have a serious decision to make that I have no say in." Dean's eyes fell back to the floor, glaring at his broken reflection in the shattered mirror pieces "Ultimately you decide if I keep the baby." His voice was a near whisper as he said it, his arms instinctively wrapping around his stomach

Michael shook his head with a sigh, removing his crown he tossed it to the bed as he ran his hands through his nicely combed hair
"No Dean. We are a partnership in our relationship. I'm not your owner. We will discuss the pregnancy another time. Right now I will have a maid come clean this up, and we will go have breakfast. You and I can go riding on the wooded trail you love so much, spend the day together, and we can discuss all of this together. As couples should."

Dean just nodded, his arms tightening a little around his middle
"Ok Alp-Michael" Dean corrected himself still avoiding the Alpha's kind gentle gaze.

Michael frowned and placed a hand on Dean's shoulder, hating the flinch he saw "Dean, it's ok. I promise."

"You don't know that. You don't want to raise someone else's child. Alpha's don't like raising other people's children. It's some dumb territorial thing in your DNA. You don't want to marry me anymore." Dean whispered blinking a few times to try not to cry again

"I told you when we met, when we spoke looking over the ocean, I'm an odd Alpha alright?" Michael gave Dean's shoulder a light squeeze, brushed some of the hair back from Dean's forehead, and placed a gentle to kiss to the Omega's forehead.

Dean would never admit he liked forward kisses, and the he didn't mind who they came from. Michael seemed to real in his words that part of Dean wanted to believe him, wanted to believe that the Archangel could raise another man's child, but the rest of Dean continued to say that deep down, all Alpha's were the same and Michael would make him get rid of the baby... Dean wanted to keep the baby, at least he thought he did. He really didn't know. Having the baby would be a constant reminder of what had happened to him, the child would even carry aspects of its father's scent, and Dean found himself knowing that wouldn't be good for his own mental state. But if he didn't keep the baby, gave it up for adoption, he would live life wondering if the child was happy, loved, taken care of. If he got an abortion he didn't know how he would feel.
Dean was so lost right now he had no idea what to do, what to think.

Right now Dean just wanted to be assured that everything would be ok, and he wanted to be held, cuddled, he didn't want to think.

"Get dressed, and we'll talk more later alright Dean?" Michael spoke snapping Dean out of his troubling thoughts. The human opened his eyes and blinked a few times stepping back from Michael

"Yes Alpha"

Michael gave Sam a troubled look, the young Wimchester shook his head and began to follow the older man out of the room
"I'll see you at breakfast jerk." Sam muttered looking sadly at his brother.

Dean just nodded and closed the door behind them without a word.