The Michaels

Four

Dean walks into the room and stands in front of Chris, “In love with who?” Michael looks between his sons and rolls his eyes standing between the two of them before they fight in his office.

“What the hell did you do to Ava? How is she still alive?” Christopher asks the one question that got him in his current mess right from the start, “She cannot die, you could literally chop her head off and she’ll be alive and well the very next morning with memories of her beheading, but she still won’t die.”

Dean adds a kick to the elbow to the face Michael gives his son, “Please don’t tell me you beheaded the girl, and if you are going to say you did tell me that’s the only thing you did to her.” Michael’s face drops when Christopher looks away.

Dean suddenly appears behind Chris and beheads him. Michael sighs, “Did I not make myself clear? You better clean the mess up. The whole mess, clearly it started with you.” Michael leaves his office. Dean glares at his father walking behind his father.

“Why the hell do you still keep me at that hell? I don’t get why you don’t want me home Dad.” Michael turns to his son who suddenly appears in front of him, “I could be dying, and your attention is on sending me back. What’s that all about old man? Did I do something wrong?”

Michael ruffles Dean’s head, “You did something different. I cannot have the others finding out you brought a girl back to life. That’s a Michaels secret I cannot explain and do not wish to either. I would you ask you how you did it but the confusion on your face says you do not know how.”

Dean shrugs his shoulders, “I remember that moment perfectly and I have no recollection of her death. Does the book of Death say what time?”

Michael nods, “Yes, you know where you’ll find the book and you will only be given access to it after cleaning my office. Hurry along now.” He waves Dean off sighing in relief when Dean visits his mother first.  

“Mother dearest. I have a favour to ask.”

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“I have had it. You selfish daughter. You eat in my house, sleep in my house, were born in my house yet you have no sense of loyalty and duty to family. All you had to do was marry Christopher.” Ava’s mother tosses her bag at her, “Get out!”

Ava stares at her mom confused with a pinch of denial in the mix. She looks between her bag and the door repeatedly before it finally settles in and Ava feels lightheaded collapsing on the floor.

~

Dean smiles at his mother when she’s done with the spell. She turns to him and shakes her head, “It didn’t work.” She turns her body towards her son but does not look at him.

Dean’s excitement drops and the confusion swings in full force, “What?” He asks through clenched teeth and looks. His eyes squint a little more his eyes slowly looking to the side, “Mom, I hate to say this but you’re bad at jokes.”

She turns around and tries the spell again. Dean stays silent carefully observing he’s done magic a whole bunch of times too but at the Temple they forbid it. He would secretly come to his mother and learn a little more during the free time he could squeeze in.

She tries the spell two more times and shakes her head, “I really cannot undo it Dean, I apologise.”

Dean sighs and tries the spell himself. He’s assuming she’s testing him like she always does. He takes a deep breath to find Ava in the present moment. She is lying down on the floor he only sees Ava specifically so he cannot be sure if it’s really the floor or a bed.

He squats down in front of her and tilts her head to the side noticing blood on his hand. He turns to his mother and starts looking around for her grimoire for a transportation spell. He rushes to Ava’s side noticing that she’s dead.

He takes her to his room and cleans her wound. She will wake and maybe they can try the spell again. Her sudden death could’ve been what is blocking the spell. He takes her clothes off and wipes the blood off her body burning her clothes before running to Crista’s room for a change of clothes.

He slowly yet gently dresses Ava again. Waiting became boring so he figured he could pass the time by playing dress up. Ava wakes up next to a sleeping Dean and looks around. She sits up abruptly noticing the design of the furniture. 70’s style ranch bedroom, with a fur rug, inlaid straw marquetry walls, and a touch of modern furniture technology and the lavish scent in the air.

The carpet is exactly like the one in Chris’s room, but the room is not his. She turns to Dean and gasps, “A Michaels? Are you f*****g kidding me? I almost made the same mistake twice.” She kicks Dean out of bed and glares at him as she slowly wakes up, “What do you want from me?”

Dean looks towards Ava pins her against the wall sinking his fangs into a vein and drinking her blood. He moans in delight and takes a step back kissing Ava, “Tell me you remember that?” He gives Ava an excited look and she slaps him across the face and kicks him back across the room.

“Asshole. I’ll let myself out by the way.” She walks past him and through the door. Dean punches the wall leaving his room looking for Chris. Ava stops outside when she sees Michael patiently waiting for her.

“I shall take you back home my dear, follow me please.” He walks towards his car and opens the door for Ava. She gets in the car and takes a deep breath swallowing it up when Michael doesn’t use the door and just appears in the driver seat. calmly fastening his seat belt and starting the car.

“I was not aware of your familiarity with my humble abode, how many times have you been present, yet I was blind to your presence?”

Ava clears her throat and takes a deep breath before she answers, “A whole bunch of times. You travel a lot and the others go wherever they want to go so usually it’s just Chris and I holding down the fort. Usually your wife is there hanging out with us, so we keep her company most of the time.”

Michael nods, “I hope you haven’t slept with my son on my bed.”

Ava rolls her eyes, “I have never slept with your son and I will never. “She looks out the window missing the surprised look on Michael’s face. He cannot imagine that there’s any woman his man w***e of a son didn’t just screw with first chance he got.

“You have never had s*x with Christopher Michaels, yet you were the one he spent all his time with. You two were strange enough to accompany each other to the bathroom and spend hours in there and you’re telling me you have never slept together?”

“Not intimately no. He’s a slut that gets a kick out of toying with people’s emotions. I knew who he really was, I mean knowing who Christopher Michaels is, would you date him?”

Michael turns his attention to Ava, “Did you just ask me if I would date my own son?”

Ava raises her hands in surrender, “I only spoke of Christopher Michaels, that he is your son is your fault to admit.”

Michael clenches his jaw and steps on it. When he’s halfway to Ava’s place he slows down, “You and I are about to have a sincere chat and what we say here stays here.” He takes a turn that will take them the long way around, “You will marry into the Michaels family and your wedding will be at the end of this very year.”

Ava glares at Michael and he glances and stays neutral, “It is apparent that both my sons fancy you and so I will give you the option to choose your suitor, and I will make it very clear to you one last time Smalls, none of my sons must know of this. I have called your mother and told her that the wedding will happen, and I am no liar miss Smalls when I say something will it happen it happens.”

He parks outside the house and keeps the doors locked, “Your only options are Christopher and Dean. You are to stop bad mouthing my family name and act as a Michaels should. For one thing sit up straight and hold your chin high girl. Get up of your ass and get a damn job. That’s how you modern children say it correct?”

He gives Ava a sharp eye and unlocks the doors, “Have a lovely weekend my dear.”