Free Will Is An Illusion

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Fri, 06 Jul 2012 23:19:31 -0400

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All Hail Croats On A Full Moon--Michael

Mon, 02 Jul 2012 00:46:54 -0400

2014michael:

Michael raised both his eye brows, unmoved by Dean’s choice in words, “You may ask her yourself.” This greeting was nothing less than expected as Michael was quick to believe Dean blamed him in part, if not in full, for the death of this planet. With a small nod he entered the camp through the gate only then turning to face Dean, “A leech? Oh surely that is not what I am for it looks to me like you need all the help you can get. How much longer do you stand to last on your own without outside help? They will find a way in, you know, and if not them then the demons will hunt each of you down for what you did to my brother’s vessel.” Michael spoke only the truth without any judgement or intention; he just wanted Dean to realize how desperate this time had truly become.

Dean put the little girl down near his cabin before bending to speak to her, his eyes glued on Michael. “You can stay with me tonight, mk?” He smiled at the small nod and arms wrapped around his neck. “Go on.” He encouraged, untangling from the girl. With the child inside his Cabin, he set Michael with a bitchface even Sammy would be proud of. “We’re survivin’ just fine, Michael. Sammy was human. Just like Cas. I did what he wanted. His wish. I didn’t fuckin’ enjoy killin’ my baby brother with a head shot. Where the fuck were you and your pow wow of Angels? Huh? You coulda helped him. You coulda saved him, but no. You’re fuckin’ around in Heaven with your little family of dicks. What about Cas, hm? He was forced to fall, because he cared about humans. About me, and oh, I held him while he died to. Coulda saved him, but you didn’t. Why didn’t you or your little friends try to fuckin’ help when we needed it. Angels are supposed to be fuckin’ helpful. Not scared bitches with their tails tucked between their legs. Cas died apologizing. To me, to you, to fuckin’ God. You heard him. I know you did. So, why Michael? I know, because you’re too fuckin’ self righteous to see what you’re doin’ to this planet. We’ll make it out of here alive. I promised Sam that, and these kids. Unlike you and yours, when a brother promises somethin’ to another? They hold to it.” Dean turned on his heel, seething with anger at that point.

Michael’s brow furrowed as he listened to Dean go on about what had happened to their planet. Yes of course he’d known all along what had been happened below him, but there had been nothing he could do to stop it for there were other battles he’d been forced to fight. “Dean, if anything could have been done to save your brother and Castiel do you not think someone would have done something? There is nothing left of Heaven, the angels have all but disappeared and you expect me to save everyone, to do the jobs of each of those lost angels? You must know that is an impossible task; there have been other battles to fight, those that have kept you alive thus far. How far have you been out of your protective fence? How much do you know of the beasts that laid waste to this planet? How many brothers and sisters do you think I list trying to fight them all off so you, so all of you here, could survive? You know so little of what there is still out there.”

2014Chuck Will Eventually Make His Way To 2014Michael, Which Is Now. [Run, Boy, Run.]

Sat, 30 Jun 2012 01:52:47 -0400

caaaaaaaaarver:

2014michael:

caaaaaaaaarver:

Chuck came out of the vision, gasping for breath. He only heard the last sentence of Michael’s speech. His eyes searched on the ground, for an answer, for something to justify what he just saw. “I… Must… No. No. No! This can’t happen.” He pounded his fist on the ground and yelled, “You said this wouldn’t happen! Don’t abandon me now. Don’t you dare leave me. You will have no where to go!” His mouth was curled into a snarl and he was looking at Michael but he was seeing something entirely different. “You said it wouldn’t have to end like that. You promised me I was doing this for a reason!” He shut his eyes and shook his head.

This episode confirmed Michael’s suspicious that Chuck was indeed more than just a slightly broken man, there was something within him that separate him from all the others. Michael simply listened as he raved on, talking to the invisible being that hovered within his mind and his mind alone. “What did you see?” he asked, looking down at the man. Whatever the vision had been, it was obviously not a pleasant evening frolicking among the roses.

Chuck shook his head and looked at Michael, “I… I can’t discuss it with you.” He shook his head some more, this time shutting his eyes. “This is too much.” Chuck sounded defeated, more than usual. “I was promised differently.” He was crying because he saw it all. He saw the end and more. He saw the way things really had to be.

Michael closed his eyes, taking a deep breath before opening them once more. This entire veil of secrecy was something he found extremely unnerving. “What where you promised?” he asked, hoping that if he avoided the subject of whom had promised such an end he may receive an actual answer.

2014Chuck Will Eventually Make His Way To 2014Michael, Which Is Now. [Run, Boy, Run.]

Wed, 27 Jun 2012 01:35:30 -0400

caaaaaaaaarver:

2014michael:

2014chuck:

Chuck grabbed the archangel’s arms and shook him. “No! This is you. This has always been you! You don’t have to follow this path! Lucifer did not want this. I can see into you like I am you. I know how you felt during the fall and no matter what you say you enjoyed it. You’ve always been jealous of how much your Father loved Lucifer and you edged him on. It’s been you, this entire time, following some path that you think is righteous! You do not know righteous, Michael. You are pathetic.” Chuck stopped suddenly and sat back down—fell down, more like. He was on his knees and he doubled over, in pain. Another vision, again at a bad time.

“What do you know of me? I have never once wished for the downfall of humanity for I have been trying to save them, Lucifer has and yet you say I do not know righteous. Blame me, that is fine, but you cannot sit there and tell me my brother is innocent in this for we both know that is a lie.” Michael stood up, gazing down at the man with anger in his eyes, “Is you have proof this is not my plan, do share it, for until that time I must continue with the orders I have been given.”

Chuck came out of the vision, gasping for breath. He only heard the last sentence of Michael’s speech. His eyes searched on the ground, for an answer, for something to justify what he just saw. “I… Must… No. No. No! This can’t happen.” He pounded his fist on the ground and yelled, “You said this wouldn’t happen! Don’t abandon me now. Don’t you dare leave me. You will have no where to go!” His mouth was curled into a snarl and he was looking at Michael but he was seeing something entirely different. “You said it wouldn’t have to end like that. You promised me I was doing this for a reason!” He shut his eyes and shook his head.

This episode confirmed Michael’s suspicious that Chuck was indeed more than just a slightly broken man, there was something within him that separate him from all the others. Michael simply listened as he raved on, talking to the invisible being that hovered within his mind and his mind alone. “What did you see?” he asked, looking down at the man. Whatever the vision had been, it was obviously not a pleasant evening frolicking among the roses.

2014Chuck Will Eventually Make His Way To 2014Michael, Which Is Now. [Run, Boy, Run.]

Tue, 26 Jun 2012 23:57:55 -0400

2014chuck:

2014michael:

2014chuck:

He looked at Michael. Chuck was about to cry. He couldn’t handle this anymore. “There is always a choice.” He laughed as a tear fell down his cheek. “Team Free Will.”

Michael sighed and shook his head, “If there is such a thing I would have convinced my brother to stop his mad scramble for ‘perfection’ eons ago. I do not want to destroy this world anymore than it already has been, but he does not feel the same.”

Chuck grabbed the archangel’s arms and shook him. “No! This is you. This has always been you! You don’t have to follow this path! Lucifer did not want this. I can see into you like I am you. I know how you felt during the fall and no matter what you say you enjoyed it. You’ve always been jealous of how much your Father loved Lucifer and you edged him on. It’s been you, this entire time, following some path that you think is righteous! You do not know righteous, Michael. You are pathetic.” Chuck stopped suddenly and sat back down—fell down, more like. He was on his knees and he doubled over, in pain. Another vision, again at a bad time.

“What do you know of me? I have never once wished for the downfall of humanity for I have been trying to save them, Lucifer has and yet you say I do not know righteous. Blame me, that is fine, but you cannot sit there and tell me my brother is innocent in this for we both know that is a lie.” Michael stood up, gazing down at the man with anger in his eyes, “Is you have proof this is not my plan, do share it, for until that time I must continue with the orders I have been given.”

All Hail Croats On A Full Moon--Michael

Tue, 26 Jun 2012 23:42:14 -0400

dean-themichaelsword:

2014michael:

Michael looked upon the broken landscape with sad eyes, the world looking far more desperate from the view of its inhabitants. In an attempt to protect the last living beings, he found himself circling the camp in which they now resided. Upon his third round he spotted a young girl, perhaps five years old, walking outside the fenced area. Within a second she was pulled into the darkness, three figures attempting to claim her as their victim. Acting on his warrior impulses, Michael rushed toward them, easily tossing their limp forms aside and picking up the terrified young girl.

As he made his way back toward the camp he heard the shuffling of dirty beneath frantic boots, boots that belonged to none other than Dean Winchester. Raising both eyebrows when he spoke, Michael simply looked at him for a moment. “Hello Dean. I believe this belongs to you.” he said, motioning to the girl now still within his arms.

Dean looked from Michael to the child. “Dammit.” He muttered, unlocking the manual entrance to take the girl from the archangel. “If you did anything to hurt her? I’m skinnin’ your feathery ass. Got it, dickbag?” He blurted out, all the promise laced in his tone. Taking the small girl, Dean tucked her into his side, feeling her burrow into his being as if hiding from the world.
Glaring up at the archangel, Dean huffed. “What the hell do you want and why are you still around? Cas died. No need for some angel hangin’ around like a leech.” He bit out. It was still hard, seeing angels without his angel. Sure, he’d give Saphriel the time of day, but she was helping mend his broken heart. He didn’t want a damn thing to do with Michael and he sure as hell didn’t want to have another ‘change’ talk. They were bullshit. The apocalypse was bullshit, and everything Dean felt was bubbling with each passing minute. “Get your feathery ass inside the lines or disappear. Your choice. Not in the mood for more casualties, and your ass ain’t low-key.”

Michael raised both his eye brows, unmoved by Dean’s choice in words, “You may ask her yourself.” This greeting was nothing less than expected as Michael was quick to believe Dean blamed him in part, if not in full, for the death of this planet. With a small nod he entered the camp through the gate only then turning to face Dean, “A leech? Oh surely that is not what I am for it looks to me like you need all the help you can get. How much longer do you stand to last on your own without outside help? They will find a way in, you know, and if not them then the demons will hunt each of you down for what you did to my brother’s vessel.” Michael spoke only the truth without any judgement or intention; he just wanted Dean to realize how desperate this time had truly become.

2014Chuck Will Eventually Make His Way To 2014Michael, Which Is Now. [Run, Boy, Run.]

Tue, 26 Jun 2012 23:36:12 -0400

2014chuck:

2014michael:

2014chuck:

Chuck sat down on the ground with a thud, his head in his hands. He had lost his confidence. He had no idea how to make them all listen. He didn’t know where God had gone; his presence wasn’t that strong anymore. Does God sleep? Chuck didn’t know and he was confused. “I don’t know. I really don’t know. I just know that… You all have to stop this or something terrible will happen. Something worse than anything ever before.”

“Something bad already has happened.” Michael began as he crouched down, balancing on the balls of his feet. “If he isn’t stopped there will not be anything left of this world. I wish I didn’t have to do this, really I do, but he has left me no choice.”

He looked at Michael. Chuck was about to cry. He couldn’t handle this anymore. “There is always a choice.” He laughed as a tear fell down his cheek. “Team Free Will.”

Michael sighed and shook his head, “If there is such a thing I would have convinced my brother to stop his mad scramble for ‘perfection’ eons ago. I do not want to destroy this world anymore than it already has been, but he does not feel the same.”

Reunion // 2014!Michael

Tue, 26 Jun 2012 22:55:34 -0400

Lucifer, though knowing full well he was so loved by God, had at one point lost his ability to understand that. He became blinded with fury when he was told the humans were to be the ones loved. By all. All he wanted was to have them gone, but Dean and the others were unlike any he had seen. What was the harm in watching the ants struggle in a puddle? When Michael took his two steps forward, the younger brother tensed but didn’t retreat.

“I…loved every single one of our siblings. I still love them. I love you, brother. What has become of them was not my intention. I miss what we had before our fates met, so don’t blame me for the disarray of Heaven. I would do anything to have it back as it was…For us to return to when these mongrels were not in existence!” Lucifer paused to regain his composure before continuing. “I miss when you would hold me. When I was first learned how to fly, you were at my side every moment. Now you look at me with such hatred in your eyes…”

Each word his brother uttered stuck the knife of guilt Michael now held further into his heart. Without intention, his gaze softened as he realized how infuriated with his brother he had become. There was no going back once this was over, everything had changed and yet, without valid reason, Michael still loved his brother as he once did. “We were happy, we were a true family, Lucifer. There will be nothing to go home to once this is over, you do know that right?”

2014Chuck Will Eventually Make His Way To 2014Michael, Which Is Now. [Run, Boy, Run.]

Tue, 26 Jun 2012 21:45:10 -0400

2014chuck:

2014michael:

2014chuck:

“Let me talk to Lucifer. I will get him to stand down as well. Humanity will thrive if you both leave this be. They can make a comeback if you don’t waste what little hope of peace they have.” He sighed and stared at the archangel. He didn’t understand how God could feel such love for Michael.

“What if he does not? I cannot even imagine he would allow his success to be simply taken away from him like that. When then would you have me do?” Michael’s tone was on the very of threatening as he clearly doubted the prophet’s ability to make his brother surrender this world.

Chuck sat down on the ground with a thud, his head in his hands. He had lost his confidence. He had no idea how to make them all listen. He didn’t know where God had gone; his presence wasn’t that strong anymore. Does God sleep? Chuck didn’t know and he was confused. “I don’t know. I really don’t know. I just know that… You all have to stop this or something terrible will happen. Something worse than anything ever before.”

“Something bad already has happened.” Michael began as he crouched down, balancing on the balls of his feet. “If he isn’t stopped there will not be anything left of this world. I wish I didn’t have to do this, really I do, but he has left me no choice.”

2014Chuck Will Eventually Make His Way To 2014Michael, Which Is Now. [Run, Boy, Run.]

Tue, 26 Jun 2012 21:15:35 -0400

2014chuck:

2014michael:

2014chuck:

“You have to stop this.” Chuck stared at Michael and he could feel that rage. It was starting again. It sat at the bottom of his spine and it was slowly working its way up. The pain and suffering caused by one angel’s personal vendetta towards a long-dead prophecy predicted by a God who knew it wouldn’t nor shouldn’t happen. “Leave it. Walk away now. There are too many lives on the line. Too many angels that deserve to walk among my Father’s gardens. Give them a chance to live instead of asking them to die for you.”

“Die for me?” Michael shook his head in disappointment, “And what of Lucifer and this land, Prophet? Am I to let him destroy the remainder of humanity as he sees fit?”

“Let me talk to Lucifer. I will get him to stand down as well. Humanity will thrive if you both leave this be. They can make a comeback if you don’t waste what little hope of peace they have.” He sighed and stared at the archangel. He didn’t understand how God could feel such love for Michael.

“What if he does not? I cannot even imagine he would allow his success to be simply taken away from him like that. When then would you have me do?” Michael’s tone was on the very of threatening as he clearly doubted the prophet’s ability to make his brother surrender this world.

2014Chuck Will Eventually Make His Way To 2014Michael, Which Is Now. [Run, Boy, Run.]

Tue, 26 Jun 2012 02:21:34 -0400

2014chuck:

2014michael:

2014chuck:

Chuck stumbled back when the angel appeared. He inhaled sharply and composed himself as best he could. ”Well, uh, M-Michael… I’m Chuck, the prophet.” The anger he’d felt earlier had been melted away when he saw the angel. He couldn’t muster it just then, but it lurked, waiting.

Michael looked at Chuck with calculating eyes, sensing there was something more than surface value, though he had learned in these times that pressing the trust of others only led to being ostracized and he needed all the followers he could muster to work against the darkness of his brother’s rule. “I am aware of your existence, prophet, so tell me; what can I do for you?”

“You have to stop this.” Chuck stared at Michael and he could feel that rage. It was starting again. It sat at the bottom of his spine and it was slowly working its way up. The pain and suffering caused by one angel’s personal vendetta towards a long-dead prophecy predicted by a God who knew it wouldn’t nor shouldn’t happen. “Leave it. Walk away now. There are too many lives on the line. Too many angels that deserve to walk among my Father’s gardens. Give them a chance to live instead of asking them to die for you.”

“Die for me?” Michael shook his head in disappointment, “And what of Lucifer and this land, Prophet? Am I to let him destroy the remainder of humanity as he sees fit?”

2014Chuck Will Eventually Make His Way To 2014Michael, Which Is Now. [Run, Boy, Run.]

Tue, 26 Jun 2012 01:57:52 -0400

2014chuck:

2014michael:

2014chuck:

Chuck was unhappy with how it ended with Lucifer. He expected more… Something. He was still very confused about everything. He knew that no one but Lucifer should know who Chuck really was. God had revealed himself for a reason. Chuck would let God decide who needed to know.

He appeared a few miles East of the camp. With a small adjustment of his jacket and a hand run through messy hair, he began his walk around. He could tell that Michael had been there. It was easy enough to feel the seething anger. Chuck called out, “I seek an audience with the archangel Michael!”

Michael did not wish to linger around the camp for too long for fear of drawing more attention to himself than he desired to deal with at this time. In an attempt to focus his mind he wandered about the grounds, examining the broken planet from the eyes of the humans left. In the distance, he heard a voice, a voice calling him out. In an instant, Michael appeared in front of the man, no desire for secrecy making it imperative he scope out the situation first; he was far beyond the lines of being careful. With a tilt of his head he spoke smoothly, “What business would you seek with him?”

Chuck stumbled back when the angel appeared. He inhaled sharply and composed himself as best he could. ”Well, uh, M-Michael… I’m Chuck, the prophet.” The anger he’d felt earlier had been melted away when he saw the angel. He couldn’t muster it just then, but it lurked, waiting.

Michael looked at Chuck with calculating eyes, sensing there was something more than surface value, though he had learned in these times that pressing the trust of others only led to being ostracized and he needed all the followers he could muster to work against the darkness of his brother’s rule. “I am aware of your existence, prophet, so tell me; what can I do for you?”

All Hail Croats On A Full Moon--Michael

Tue, 26 Jun 2012 01:51:13 -0400

dean-themichaelsword:

Life had been hell since the apocalypse started. Croatoan Virus was at it’s peak, and people were dying left and right. Even Dean’s brother and ex-angel weren’t immune to the virus. Dean put them down himself three months ago to the day, and for that he blamed the dick archangel, Michael. He wasn’t a huge fan of angels or demons, and he sure as hell wasn’t a fan of Croats or the whole damn world ending. He knew he was right not to trust feather-brains. They wanted this to happen. Michael wanted this to happen.

Time treated the eldest Winchester kindly in the looks department. Though his eyes were a bit deeper, and his collection of scars sky-rocketed, he looked good for his age. With Sam and Cas gone, he had more time to think to himself and occasionally, about himself. The problem with Dean now? All of his thoughts drifted to what life would’ve been like if he’d said yes. What would be different? Would Sam still be around? He didn’t know, but he sure as hell could blame Michael for his loss and the whole damn shi-bang.

Hearing a scream outside of the fence, Dean’s eyes darted quickly across the room “Sonuvabitch. Don’t these fuckers sleep?” He grumbled, picking up an assault rifle and heading to the fence. Peering out, his face whitened to a ghostly pale. “Oh hell no. What the fuck?” He muttered, staring into the face of the one and only. Michael.

Michael looked upon the broken landscape with sad eyes, the world looking far more desperate from the view of its inhabitants. In an attempt to protect the last living beings, he found himself circling the camp in which they now resided. Upon his third round he spotted a young girl, perhaps five years old, walking outside the fenced area. Within a second she was pulled into the darkness, three figures attempting to claim her as their victim. Acting on his warrior impulses, Michael rushed toward them, easily tossing their limp forms aside and picking up the terrified young girl.

As he made his way back toward the camp he heard the shuffling of dirty beneath frantic boots, boots that belonged to none other than Dean Winchester. Raising both eyebrows when he spoke, Michael simply looked at him for a moment. “Hello Dean. I believe this belongs to you.” he said, motioning to the girl now still within his arms.

2014Chuck Will Eventually Make His Way To 2014Michael, Which Is Now. [Run, Boy, Run.]

Tue, 26 Jun 2012 01:41:27 -0400

2014chuck:

Chuck was unhappy with how it ended with Lucifer. He expected more… Something. He was still very confused about everything. He knew that no one but Lucifer should know who Chuck really was. God had revealed himself for a reason. Chuck would let God decide who needed to know.

He appeared a few miles East of the camp. With a small adjustment of his jacket and a hand run through messy hair, he began his walk around. He could tell that Michael had been there. It was easy enough to feel the seething anger. Chuck called out, “I seek an audience with the archangel Michael!”

Michael did not wish to linger around the camp for too long for fear of drawing more attention to himself than he desired to deal with at this time. In an attempt to focus his mind he wandered about the grounds, examining the broken planet from the eyes of the humans left. In the distance, he heard a voice, a voice calling him out. In an instant, Michael appeared in front of the man, no desire for secrecy making it imperative he scope out the situation first; he was far beyond the lines of being careful. With a tilt of his head he spoke smoothly, “What business would you seek with him?”

winchesterguardianangel started following you

Tue, 26 Jun 2012 00:54:26 -0400

It will be your time at some point.

Not if I can find a way to stop it.

You know one way.

And what way would that be, dear brother?

Creativity, brother, I am sure you can come up with many options.

winchesterguardianangel started following you

Tue, 26 Jun 2012 00:45:56 -0400

In my time, brother, there are not many lives left to simply waste them.

In your time, everything was brought upon by the stubbornness of one man.

It will be your time at some point.

Not if I can find a way to stop it.

You know one way.

aharrowingescape started following you

Tue, 26 Jun 2012 00:45:20 -0400

aharrowingescape:

2014michael:

“Yes, he needs someone with a kind soul.” His gaze narrowed, “I look down upon no one. I have spent my entire existence serving mankind, and what have you done? Laughed as they ripped each other apart? You are no better than I so I would suggest you stop pretending that you are.”

“I would prefer not to speak anymore that I absolutely must. Your idea of stalling me will not help you in the end. I will find my brother and I will kill him.”

Sam had always been there for Elspeth. He had defended her before her worst critics. If he heard Michael right then, she felt pretty confident Sam would bitch slap him into the middle of next week. And given that he was an archangel like Michael, he could probably do it. She also wasn’t going to rise to the bait, so she ignored the remark.

“You speak with condescension and when I call you on it, you claim to be of the opposite mind. My, what cowardice of mind.”

His accusation of stalling made her laugh a real, surprised laugh. ”I began this conversation with the hope I could reason with you. Lucifer wouldn’t appreciate me stalling you and I have no wish to do so. But, in all honesty, he doesn’t want to fight you. You’re the one forcing the conflict. You’re the one that’s going to cause large amounts of destruction and death. All because you want to follow the master plan of an absent father….because you’re the good son.”

In the back of her mind, she wanted to demand to know if he knew about Morgan. But as long as Morgan didn’t come to the End Verse, he would be fine. And if Michael did confront Morgan, he would be faced with the rather unpleasant surprise of facing a Nephilim.

“Lucifer forced my hand as he continues to do to this very day. I do not wish to fight him, but it is the only way to end this.” Michael turned away from her, unwilling to continue this argument when there was so much he needed to be working on. “Watch yourself and tell my brother I said hello.” he said sternly before vanishing.

winchesterguardianangel started following you

Tue, 26 Jun 2012 00:41:30 -0400

Just because he refuses to be my vessel does not mean I will hang him out to dry completely.

You are more merciful than I believed you to be.

In my time, brother, there are not many lives left to simply waste them.

In your time, everything was brought upon by the stubbornness of one man.

It will be your time at some point.

2014michael started following you

Tue, 26 Jun 2012 00:35:34 -0400

2014gabriel:

2014michael:

Yes, I am aware of that, but how do you feel toward him now?

-shrugs a shoulder- He’s the leader of the camp. How I feel is irrelevant.

Either way, he knows a great deal on the subject at hand.

winchesterguardianangel started following you

Tue, 26 Jun 2012 00:32:45 -0400

I know of his will, brother; he will not succeed. I will not allow him to cause any more pain then he already has.

How will you do that when Dean refuses to be your vessel?

Just because he refuses to be my vessel does not mean I will hang him out to dry completely.

You are more merciful than I believed you to be.

In my time, brother, there are not many lives left to simply waste them.