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Today's theme is Role Reversal. The ole switcheroo. Make the servant the master, the boss the employee, the poor character rich, the man the woman, the villain the good guy, the animal or alien the human...wherever your imagination takes you.

Rules:
No more than three prompts to a single fandom
No more than five prompts at a time
No spoilers in the prompts and if your fill has spoilers, please warn and and leave at least three spaces

Format:
Fandom, Character, Prompt
Fandom, Character/Character, Prompt

Examples:

Hawaii Five-0, Steve/Danny, Danny is the Camaro
Merlin, Arthur/Merlin, Merlin is the king, Arthur the servant
Doctor Who, Amy/Rory and/or the Doctor, Rory is pregnant instead of Amy

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From:

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Supernatural, Michael/Jimmy, Dean is the vessel for the archangel Michael and Jimmy Novak is the Righteous Man.

From:

zelda-addict.livejournal.com

When none of his brothers would take up the task, Michael himself stormed the Gates of Hell to retrieve the Righteous Man. Even though the Angelic Council had determined by a majority vote that the Apocalypse should be allowed to begin, Michael was disappointed that he was not in time to prevent the breaking of the first seal.

He could not speak directly to Jimmy Novak, which necessitated obtaining use of Michael's vessel. He would almost rather storm Hell again...

***

"Look, I promise it'll be temporary, and you'll be put back here, just as you are now, as soon as I have assured the well-being of the Righteous Man."

Dean Winchester glared at the "angel" that had popped into his dream skeptically. "Riiiight. That sounds completely reasonable."

The older Winchester had been Michael's vessel once before when the archangel had stopped him from selling his soul to resurrect his brother, Sam. By allowing Michael access, they were able to bring Sam back, but Dean had not enjoyed the experience at all. He was also mightily peeved when the angel told him for whom his brother was destined to be a vessel. Michael hadn't wanted to play the guilt card, but he knew it would work.

"He went to Hell to save his family," Michael declared pointedly. "Sound familiar? He was tortured mercilessly and unwittingly started a chain of events that might free Lucifer. He's the only one that can stop it. Isn't that what you want? Or would you rather live with the responsibility of possibly destroying the world and dooming Sam?"

"You are such a dick," Dean spat angrily. Michael kind of agreed with the sentiment, but he knew he'd won this argument.

***

Jimmy stood in the rain in the muddy suit he'd found himself in when he crawled from his grave. He stared at his house and wished he still had a place there, though he knew he didn't. He had no way to explain why he was back from the dead, and he felt tainted by the depths to which he'd sunk in Hell. Of course, maybe this was just more torture...

He whirled around at a sound behind him, reminiscent of the flapping of wings. There stood a quite imposing man in jeans and a leather jacket.

"Who are you?"

"I am Michael, archangel of the Lord."

"What?" Jimmy was a religious man, and this was certainly not how he would have pictured an angel. The man was as attractive as he might have presumed, features just this side of pretty, yet chiseled and masculine at the same time. He reminded Jimmy of nothing so much as a soldier, and that made a sort of sense. Then lightning lit up the sky for a moment, and he could have sworn he saw wings.

"I pulled you from the Pit," the man intoned solemnly. "You have broken a seal upon the cage of Lucifer, but you are being given a chance to stop what you have begun." The man--angel--held out a hand. "Come with me and all will become clearer in time."

Jimmy swallowed past a sudden, giant lump in his throat and began to reach for the hand. Before he could take it, the angel turned it over, extending the first two fingers and placing them on Jimmy's forehead. The world dropped out from beneath him.

***

When Jimmy next awoke, he found himself on a bed in what appeared to be a garish motel room. He heard voices arguing in low tones, so he sat up and turned toward the sound. The two men halted their conversation immediately and turned to stare at him. One of them was the angel, but he was...different now.

"Michael?" he asked anyway. His voice sounded embarrassingly small and frightened to his own ears.

"Sorry, pal. Mikey high-tailed it back home for a while. Said he had important things to do, but he'll be back." The man didn't sound very happy about that.

"I'm Dean Winchester, this is my brother Sam, and the weirdest day of you life is about to become an every day kinda deal."

He decided to just try and run with it. The worst that could happen was he'd wake up back on the rack.

"My name is Jimmy Novak," he introduced himself. "I wish I could say it's a pleasure to meet you, but I'm a little...overwhelmed." That was a massive understatement!

"I think that's understandable," Sam muttered quietly.

"So," Dean broke the awkward silence, a roguish smirk on his face, "who else is up for a stiff drink?"