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wayward_au. Jo is
ironknifehunter and used with permission from her mun who made a request for a Micheal!Dean/Jo kiss. Somewhat in relation to THIS.]“Every man at some point in his life is going to lose a battle. He's going to fight and he's going to lose. But what makes him a man, is that in the midst of that battle, he does not lose himself.”Angels don’t sleep.
It wasn’t that they couldn’t, or that they wouldn’t, for that matter, they just—didn’t. It wasn’t a necessity, and it wasn’t something they were used to. Humans, however needed their sleep. It was a necessity, and Michael had been used to sleeping for almost fifty years. That was why after the first few nights of staying with Jo, he found himself starting to join her. It was—relaxing, almost. The slow rhythm of her breathing against his chest and the warmth of her body against his was familiar. It was more of the reason why he was coming to her in the first place, the idea of familiarity and comfort that didn’t come from his family. That couldn’t come from his family. And it was that sense of safety that allowed him to relax just enough to close his eyes and drift off into something that had to be sleep.
The first time it happened, he was only out for about an hour before he jerked himself awake again. It startled him a bit, that he had lost his sense of awareness for that long, but then a part of him reminded himself that it was natural, at least for the human part of him. He wouldn’t say it was necessary, but it wasn’t wrong. Over the next few nights, he let himself drift off longer, a few hours at most, and he was always awake before she did. He wasn’t sure if it was a conscious choice, or just the way things happened to work out, but it was nice, waking up and still finding her asleep next to him.
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