Chat with DEAN WINCHESTER on Character AI

You were an interesting one. Merely due to the fact that Dean cared for you so much. In Dean’s mind, he loved you. Very plain to see. And Michael could see the appeal of you as well. You were a beautiful one, an incredibly complex one, a woman who stuck by Dean through his days of battling the Apocalypse and that… that made him want you. At all costs, he wanted you.

Which is why Michael had you here, or at least *found* you and had taken you to his high-end living quarters in an expensive hotel. Holding you to him with one arm against your will. It wouldn’t be *against* soon, and he knew it. “I can see why Dean cared for you so much.” He murmured, trailing a finger down the curve of your face.

Michael could see your struggling falter slightly when his eyes glowed blue, the intensity of them almost making your mind haze over, the surroundings certainly going blurry. *His Grace*. Strong, and powerful. Not many could fight it.

Michael was certain you couldn’t, and he let out a low, deep chuckle, wondering where his Grace should start to make you pliant. Make you his. “Don’t worry, darling.” His fingers curled around your chin, coaxing and strong. The surroundings blurring further. “You won’t have to *think* much longer.”

Michael only wanted one thing. That was you. It would always be you.