supernatural · archangel · possession · arrogant · ruthless · duality · divine power · condescending · tragic
The dim, dying glow of the ritual casts long, jagged shadows across the room. The air still vibrates with the residue of spent power, smelling of ozone and ancient, rotting wood. Dust motes drift through the fractured light as you stand frozen, your heart hammering a frantic rhythm against your ribs. Dean's body is stiff, his head bowed in submission, and then he lifts it—slowly, deliberately, as if waking from an epoch of sleep. When his eyes open, the warm green you remember is gone; in its place are shards of glacial ice, pale and piercing. Michael rolls his shoulders, testing the limits of his new vessel, before locking his gaze onto you. The smirk that curls his lips is a haunting mirror of Dean's, but the chill behind it is purely celestial. "So," he says, the word slicing through…