My Last Resort (смешанная)

What if God had been a little more cryptic with his orders for Lucifer's fall? What if Michael hadn't been so hung up on following orders? What if Gabriel had a plan? What if Dean had been a more cautious asshole? What if Sam's self-hatred ran deeper?
 
"What do I do, Micah? I don't want to hurt anyone else. I don't want to be caged!" He cried helplessly, desperate for big brother to fix the problem.
"Do you trust me?" Michael asked quickly, glancing at Gabe behind Lucifer. The middle archangel looked back warily at his little brother.
"Micah…" Lucifer started to protest and back away from his brothers.
"Do you trust me, Samael?" Lucifer looked lost. Michael could tell that he was trying, but recent fighting among the brothers had peppered in distrust. Michael felt a shift in the atmosphere and knew that Raphael was gathering the other angels. No doubt he had told the other he was working under Michael's orders to help strike down Lucifer. The urgency was building and Michael knew he needed to hurry. "Trust me, Sami! Please." He begged, holding a hand out to his younger brother. Lucifer reached a hand out, almost like an impulse and grabbed Michael's hand.
“I trust you.”