"W-what?"

"What were you up to while I was gone, Destiny?"

Destiny swallowed hard, wetting her lips as Michael moved across the room to pour himself a drink. Part of her knew she shouldn't lie... this was an archangel she was talking to after all. But she had no idea how he would react to her having called Sam, so she did the thing that made the most sense.

"Nothing really. Took a shower, but that's about it..."

Michael hummed in response, drinking deeply from his glass as his green eyes studied her. Now that she was really paying attention to it, Dean's eyes weren't pure green. They hadn't been since the moment she first saw him again, though there were still hints of it within them. In that moment especially, his eyes could be better described as the color of aged whiskey; golden-y brown and sparkling.

"Now, why don't I believe you?"

She averted her gaze, her heart beating heavily in her chest and the blood rushing through her ears. She should have known he wouldn't buy it, even if she had partially told the truth. She had taken a shower while he was gone, that just wasn't the only thing she had done.

"Do you remember my tolerance for liars, Destiny?"

"I'm not..."

"Are you sure? Because if I find out you are," he set down the slightly full glass and walked over to tower over her, "you understand I'll have to punish you for it."

"I'm not scared of you," Destiny shot back, sounding a lot more confident than she felt.

Michael smirked, grabbing her chin roughly and holding on tight. She had a feeling she was going to have finger-shaped bruises on her jaw before long.

"I don't think you quite understand who you're talking to, sweetheart. Let me make one thing very clear. As long as you're here, under my roof, you do whatever I say. I own you now. And if you lie to me, I will tear you down before you can even begin to scream for help. Are we clear?"

Destiny felt herself shaking, but thanks to the hand still keeping a firm grip on her chin, the shaking didn't extend to her whole body. Michael's words sounded a bit too much like Dean's back when she first started helping him kill to keep the Mark sated. The only difference now, was that he was claiming ownership over her, and he wasn't pinning her against the wall to do it.

"Are. We. Clear?" Michael repeated.

"Crystal," Destiny echoed her response from four years earlier.

"Wonderful."

He dropped her chin then, and her hand immediately went up to massage her jaw.

"Now. Is there anything else you want to tell me?"

Destiny swallowed, looking up into the angel's whiskey-colored eyes as she prepared to admit what she really didn't want to.

"I talked to Sam."

It was rougher the second time around. And the third. Michael had used his grace to bind her wrists and gag her with invisible restraints. He wanted to make it very clear his feelings about her contacting the other Winchester, while also reinforcing the idea that she belonged to him, and only him. He had also smashed her phone, so she no longer had a way of talking to Sam or anyone else for that matter.

When he was finally satisfied, he left her there, still bound and gagged. He had channeled his grace into her the entire time, filling her body with feelings of lust for him. And slowly, despite it being born from lies, the lust began to bud into just the slightest beginnings of love. When Michael had disappeared, she looked down.

She had noticed a slight burning sensation on her stomach at one point, but because of what Michael was doing to her, it didn't really bother her much. Tears sprung to the corners of her eyes and she let out a cry through the invisible gag still in her mouth. A new scar replaced the one Michael had removed only hours ago. One word this time:

'MICHAEL'S'.