You were leaning against the wall with your arms crossed against your chest, looking at the angel before you with pure satisfaction.

In front of you, trapped in a circle of holy fire, stood Michael, who was still using Dean as his vessel. He seemed calm, but when he stared you up and down, his eyes hid rage because of your boldness.

''Once this little circle of fire burns out, I'll pluck your pretty eyes out.''

He tilted his head sarcastically, his eyes narrowing.