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selene

selene's a twenty-one year old aspiring writer who usually writes on wattpad. she updates slowly and changes interests at most once a week.

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Lucifers Waltz

lucifer’s waltz

↳ au. Michael is Jack's twin (they both do not have a last name) and Jack represents the good from their mother while Michael represents their father’s more evil tendencies.

pairing: Michael x twin!brother!Jack

rating: PG13

inspired by: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ikl-QYQ252Q

tags: @michaellangdonhasbecomemylife @lovelykhaleesiii @jackklinelovesstarwars @supernaturalimagine @michaellangdon @codyfernsource @codyahsfern @codysqueen

read part 2 here! DM me if you want to be tagged in future chapters!

Sam, Dean, Jack, and Castiel were cramped inside the Impala, in search for Michael, the older twin brother of Jack. The Nephilim was causing all kinds of havoc across the world, even managing to escape “angel radar” as Dean put it. It seemed as if Jack was the embodiment of Kelly in all ways (minus when he loses control of his powers) while Michael was the embodiment of Lucifer, always calculating everyone’s moves and having motives that he was planning to carry out.

Jack and Michael’s thoughts were interlinked, meaning that if Jack thought something, Michael would be able to hear it. Though, lately, it has been dead quiet, with the last message being, “Watch this world rot in Hell for eternity, brother.”

When Jack told this to the other three (Mary was still on a long hunt), and they all dropped their plans, gathering everything they needed to kill a Nephilim. Mary had called her boys, and all they heard were her cries as Michael tortured her for his pleasure. They heard his masochistic laughs in the background, and for Mary, her cries were mostly from fear as Michael showed her the face many have come to recognize as the White Demon.

The face, one with three upside-down crosses scarred onto the forehead, eyes the color of the darkest onyx, skin as white as snow, with dark veins coming down the eyes, brought fear among all things, even more terrifying that Lucifer’s true face. This was the face of pure, true-born, unadulterated evil.

Dean’s car was pushed to its limit, the speedometer telling Dean he was going 40 miles over the speed limit, but, luckily, it was a back road behind a farming town. Michael was already influencing the beginning of the end, they all noticed, as corn along the edges of the field slowly turned black and died. Horses tipped over as their muscles withered away, leaving behind a fresh carcass that looked like it was already 5 months into decaying. Michael was stronger than they thought. Perhaps even stronger than Jack and Castiel.

They reached the crossroad where it would lead them to the Antichrist’s location, but it was still over an hour away. As Jack’s grace was stolen by Lucifer, he couldn’t teleport there, and that’s what sucked the most: a Nephilim was the biggest threat to another Nephilim.

The hour has passed already, and they were nearing Michael’s location. They had passed through roads littered with dead bodies, a fog had come in and forced them to shut the windows and air vents bringing the outside air in, and the sun was blocked completely from the sky. The crops and livestock across the world had already - completely - died off. Only the humans were left.

Just as they were about to reach the three-mile radius of Michael’s location, the car slows, and - finally - dies out. “I thought you put gas in this!” Cas exclaims, looking at Dean with a glare.

“I thought it had enough gas!”

Jack walks out of the car, closing the door quickly to protect his friends from the fog.

When he hears it, the high-pitched cries of the polydemons, he knows that this is truly, irrevocably, the end of the world.