“You didn’t,” Samandriel said softly as he shifted over to curl against Michael’s side. He was taking all the comfort and cuddles he could out of this particular man before that might not be an option anymore. “You were wonderful.” He murmured, leaning up to steal a kiss as if cuddles somehow didn’t communicate his contentment with the situation nearly well enough. There was a difference between consensual roughness and violence. This had been exactly what he’d asked for and so much of what he needed. “Your head still okay?” he asked, and found that he was speaking more to just the pain. It couldn’t have been easy to psychologically process angels being real to one caring about you to actively fucking him gloriously into the damn mattress.
Michael wrapped his arms around the little angel cuddled against him, rather pleased to find that he wanted to stay so close. He was feeling better than great and contact made it real to him that is was possible for him to actually feel that way. He hoped that his frequent praise, and the sex and the touching, was enough to show him how much he appreciated everything Samandriel had done and was doing for him because he simply couldn’t put it into words. “Yeah, it doesn’t hurt. It feels clear for once. Like it’s supposed to.” he sighed contentedly, resting his forehead against the angel’s. “It’s temporary, like last time, right?”
Those tiny gestures were things that Michael was incredible at. He wasn’t sure if the man had ever really given himself credit for how much those meant. He really did hope that Michael kept the way Samandriel relaxed against him, open and willing to trust him in mind whenever he began to remember what he was. “I’m sorry about that,” he whispered. “I…” He licked his lips, unwilling to lie even now. “I could heal you completely, but with the damage and what I am, I don’t entirely know what it might do to you. It’s safer for you to have a few days of peace and then have the pain gradually coming back than it is for me to go through and put you completely back together.” Castiel had done that to Michael’s vessel, and Lucifer had done it to Samandriel himself. However, in both cases there’d been huge traces of those angels’ light left in Dean and Samandriel. He was sure he could do it, but the risk was too great for his brother and this particular vessel for that brother.
“It’s alright.” he said softly, pressing a kiss to Samandriel’s forehead after he explained it. “Temporary is still better than nothing. Aside from that it gives me an excuse to call you, and I really can’t complain about the times we’ve seen each other, even if it did make Master Gunny Winchester very grumpy.” Dean could get bent for all Michael cared. If he was going to throw a fit over this, be the general pain in the ass that he was well known for being, Michael wasn’t bothered. Even if he decided to shoot him clearly all he would have to do was call for the angel himself who could likely heal him easily and calm Dean down if he was going to be unreasonable. “I do appreciate it. Really. Thank you, for everything.”
Samandriel laughed softly. “Everything makes Dean grumpy. It’s part of his charm. But Dean burns hot and his fire extinguishes itself quickly.” He settled his head on Michael’s shoulder again, glad for the intimacy between them. Things hadn’t been this calm and good for Samandriel in Michael’s presence in a very, very long time whether the other man knew it yet or not. He looked at his hand on his chest, catching the slight glint of the yellow sapphire in his engagement ring as he smiled softly to himself. “He has Castiel. For as much as my brother doesn’t fully understand humanity and misses social cues that most of the rest of us catch without thinking, he understands Dean. But that’s what happens when you literally pull someone from Hell and rebuild them completely, when you take even some of the pain that they went through inside yourself and fill in all the gaps left from sheering off things that could not be healed with parts of you.” Dean and Castiel were literally part of each other. Neither one of them could be completely whole without the other. Anyone with true sight could see that without the slightest bit of effort.