Summary: Michael mental-calls Dean, and he isn't happy.
Word Count: 232
Hey Dean? It’s Michael. No, no, don’t hang u—
Fine. You’re a stubborn bastard, aren’t—
Team Free Will! Rah, rah! Not even kidding he—oh, hey, you’re actually listening. *pause* Thaaaat was awkward. Okay, by now, you should’ve learned not to pay attention to the propaganda. Or anything Zach says. But you haven’t, clearly, or you’d be skeptical that I’m on board with the whole ‘Toast the Earth’ plan. Did you even bother to ask why Zach, one of the biggest jerks I know, is speaking for me? Because, seriously, a worse messenger couldn’t be found. Gabe might not have the best bedside manner but he at least means it. Somewhere.
I’ve been looking for Dad for a long time, though a game of Hide & Seek with Father is seriously cheating. He doesn’t want to be found. With all of his children busy ignoring His wishes and slaughtering each other, I can’t imagine why. Problem is, I got caught…On Earth. …In a vessel. So yeah, I’ve been a captive for a while. If you felt like, I dunno, mounting a rescue, that’d be grand. Since you’re one of my best vessels, you should be able to find me. And then you’d have some serious angel mojo on your side. But your deal. It’s not like I’ve been here a while or am getting a little grumpy by now.