"Did you miss me?" Michael said, a smug grin across his face as he took hold of Dean's body.
"H-how did you get out...?" Sam responded in disbelief. "I thought Dean had locked you in the Malak box."
"Oh, but he did." Michael said as he sauntered around Sam. "Unfortunately, he didn't anticipate that someone would be dumb enough to fish him out. He was so worn out he couldn't lock me in anymore. Now he's gone."
Michael then walked toward Misty, who was locked in a shackled chair as Sam was. He gently lifted her chin up to make Misty look at him. A cruel smirk crept upon his face as he had a thought of what to do with her.
"This is a pretty one." Michael remarked. "No wonder Dean liked her so much. You see, Lucifer made himself a Nephilim so he could be powerful. Maybe I'll have better luck if I do the same."
Misty responded by spitting in Michael's face out of anger. Michael wiped it off his face and looked at her with masked disgust.
"You're a little rude, aren't you?" Michael said before he struck her with enough force to draw blood from her mouth. "Well, let this be a lesson to your little rebellion..."
Michael picked up a hot branding iron and pressed it against Misty's cheek, searing the skin. This elicited blood-curdling screams from Misty as Sam was watching in horror. Sam loudly begged Michael to stop.
"Dean should have thought of that before he let me possess him." Michael said before dropping the branding iron.
Michael then walked out of the bunker, heading away from Kansas.