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shout out to winchesterxgirl for the reviews. and to let you knowww ... the reason Lizzy hates Melanie will be revealed soon . and it shall be hilarious -insert evil laugh-
alsooo ! i just wanted to take a moment to inform everyone that in this chapter we get to see just how family like the gang are together . and before you go asking quetinos about this, i want to let you know that i will explain it all in the next chapter.

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"Are you sure you're okay?" Micah asked for the millionth time as he, Dean and Sam all looked down at her as she sat on the couch, slowly taking sips of her water.

"Yes Micah, I'm sure I'm fine. Now stop asking me. You're starting to annoy me." She warned.

"Cha, okay mom. Whatever you say." He laughed.

"She's fine." Castiel promised, looking to her and then to his son. "Nothing I can't cure." He added, looking back at Lizzy and grinning, a giggle erupting from her.

"TMI!" Micah called out angrily. "So….why'd David the nut case try and kill mom anyways?"

"Why do you think Micah?" Michael asked sternly, looking to Micah. "There could only be one reason…" He added, almost testing the young man who stood before him.

"Well…I think its cause he wishes his mom were as cool as mine." Micah called out vibrantly, causing Lizzy to giggle and Castiel to smile over at him proudly. "But…because he's Lucifer's it's probably because of the whole 'I'll die so he can live so Michael can kick his ass' thing."

"Is that what we're calling it now?" Dean asked. "I kinda liked it as Baby Boom 2.0."

Sam snorted a laugh. "When did we ever call it that?"

"Well…when it happened I just kinda…." Everyone looked at Dean suspiciously. "Never mind." He groaned.

"But I don't understand…" Lizzy called out. "He said to me today that I should have stayed dead. Even if I had stayed dead, it wouldn't have changed anything. Micah wouldn't still be here, and so would you." She explained, looking up to her son's arch angel. "So why want me to still be dead? It doesn't change anything does it?"

"Perhaps it does." Michael shrugged. "We can't possibly know how Micah would have grown up without you. How not having a mother might have changed him. Perhaps Lucifer had counted on you remaining dead as a way of somehow weakening Micah? But how are we to know."

"Pfft, whatever. Dude just wishes his mom were as cool as mine, bottom line." Micah called out jokingly, and Lizzy laughed. "So why hasn't dear old Lucy-boy taken over David's body?"

"Lucy-boy?" Sam called, glancing at Micah.

"Lucifer." He, Lizzy, and Castiel all answered.

"Awesome." Dean called as Sam nodded in agreement, both smiling.

"He has in a way. He's in there, under the surface, waiting to come out."

"What's taking him so long?" Dean asked. "Usually he's jumping right on the band wagon with his temporary vessels. Why not this one?"

"David is…special. Special in ways that we have never seen before."

"What you mean he's crazy." Micah called, and Dean laughed.

"If that's what you wish to call it, then yes. However, maybe him being crazy also means that he's smarter then all of us."

"What do you mean?"

"As I said before, David is special. There has never been a human such as him on earth before. He's powerful like us, as you saw today, with the ability to move objects and vanish without a trace. But these, these are the angelic qualities. The human powers he has are far more amazing."

"Human powers?" Lizzy called.

"Yes. David can see things, things that no demon or angel could even image seeing."

"Such as?" Elijah called.

"He can see death, as it hangs around you, waiting to take its claim. He can see life, as it grows within you, shinning and innocent. And he can also see the dead. But not ghosts. No, David can see the ghosts of ghosts. Whispered of what they once were."

"So he's….a medium?"

"No. As I said before, there has never been a human such as him on this earth before."

"Was he born this way?" Cas asked.

"Most likely." Michael nodded. "However, he hasn't always been as he is now, child like and lost. He was once a normal human, with normal ambitions."

"So what happened to him?"

"These things he sees? The death, the life, the dead? They destroyed his mind. Twisted his mind until he lost control and he snapped. And turned into what you saw today."

"And that's the way Lucifer wanted him I take it?" Dean called, rising up with a sigh. "All lost and broken and…easy?"

"Yes. And as I said, Lucifer is there. Attempting to take control of his vessel. Worming his way inside slowly, till he has full control."

"That was him today wasn't it?" Lizzy said then, looking up at Michael, realization and fear crossing her face. "That was him…only for a few minutes but…" Lizzy paused and suddenly looked horrified, gasping. "I looked into his eyes…"

"Yes." Michael answered softly.

"Who?" Cas asked leaning forward to look at her. "Who's eyes?"

Slowly, Lizzy tilted her head upwards and looked to Castiel. "Lucifer."

"Wait what?" Sam called out, as both he and Dean rose up, clearly shocked. "What are you saying?"

"When he was choking me. It wasn't David. It was Lucifer inside of him. Only for a few moments at the most but…it was him." Slowly, Lizzy reached up and touched her throat, which still held the hand print, red and burning. "He tried to kill me…"

"Why did he try and kill her himself?" Castiel hissed, looking up at Michael, the rage he felt seething through him.

"I don't know…" Michael answered softly. "I don't know and it disturbs me."

"Why?" Micah demanded, clearly just as furious as his father.

"Because…as much force as he put into killing you mother," Michael paused then and looked up at them all. "He also said he wanted her."

&

"So this is the place then huh?" Micah called, startling Lizzy as she sat on the bed in the panic room leaning onto Castiel who, clearly, had known their son was there. "Where it all went down? The big shebang?"

"Don't call it that." Lizzy asked, her nose wrinkling as he slowly stepped into the panic room, looking around.

"Doesn't look as cool and demon hunter-ish as I thought it would." Micah admitted.

"This is where your mother and I resided. The cool, demon hunter-ish stuff would be upstairs." Cas pointed out.

"Yeah." Micah nodded, turning back around and looking out into the basement itself. "So this is where the big show went down huh?" Micah asked, looking down to the floor. "Where mom went all super nova and killed all the demons, and precious perfect little me lit up the world for the first time."

Lizzy watched her son as he slowly knelt down and pressed his hands almost right over the spot where she had be lying when she gave birth and when she died, and it sent a pain filled chill up her spin.

"Yes." She called out stiffly, as he pulled himself back up, looking down at his fingers, before rubbing them together.

"That very spot actually." Cas added, looking down at Lizzy, who looked up at him a little surprised. "That, my son, is where you were born."

Turning back to face his parents, Micah smiled. "Awesome." Micah grinned, looking back to the wall in fascination. "I mean there's still burn marks on the wall." He whispered. "It still feels…cleaned."

"Well I kinda did a major job on the place." Lizzy noted.

"Yeah." Micah chuckled, as he once again entered the panic room. "Hmm…It almost feels like home."

"This was your home little man." She smiled over at him. "For about three days anyways."

"I feel safe here." Micah smiled, looking around.

"Well, when it comes to demons, it is." Cas pointed out, and his son looked up at him fast. "No demon can enter this room Micah, without going up in flames."

"Literally." Lizzy added. "It's the safest place to protect you against demons."

A low chuckled rose from the teenager as he looked around. "Yeah I don't doubt that….unless your standing next to me that is." He gloated, making his parents smile.

"Of course." She smiled at him as he walked towards the bed, jumping up and flopping down and landing on his back before leaning into his mother, placing his head in her lap and looking up at him mom and dad.

"Aren't you a little old for this?" Lizzy asked, looking down as her son.

Micah shrugged against her as she reached down and pushed his hair out of his face. "So," He called, stretching the word out as he spoke, eyes resting on his mother. "What's the matter?"

"What do you mean?" Lizzy asked, looking to her son. "Nothing's the matter."

"Something's the matter." Castiel whispered.

"Yeah." Micah called, looking up at her, blue eyes beaming. "You're practically radiating negativity mom."

"I am?" Lizzy asked, looking from Micah to Castiel.

"Yeah, and I gotta say, it makes you look old."

"Micah!" Castiel barked.

"Joking, joking! But seriously," Slowly Micah pulled away from his mother and sat up, looking over at her lovingly. "What's the matter mom?"

Lizzy looked at her son, his blue eyes meaning into her, before turning to Castiel, who in turn, was also looking down at her with bright blue eyes.

"Just…thinking about what Michael said. And what Lilly said."

"About David?" Micah guessed.

"Yes." She nodded slowly.

"Elaboration please." Micah smiled, before once again laying his head down in her lap.

"Well I feel bad for him. I mean…he may be powerful but at the cost of his sanity? To be tormented as a child? To see those things and experience them alone without someone there to guide him? And all because Lucifer wants to use him as a meat suit."

"Dad's a meat suit." Micah pointed out, grinning up at his father.

"Jimmy willingly gave me his body, Micah." Cas explained, for probably the millionth time in his sons life. "It's not the same."

"That's exactly my point." Micah grinned.

Both his parents looked down at him, blinking. "What do you mean?" His mother asked.

"Well, I never told you this but, when I was little, like four or five, Michael and the other angels started talking to me."

Lizzy's expression darkened. "Saying what?"

"You know. Hey. How's it going kid." Lizzy's expression didn't change. "Just that I was special, and that I would do great things. About the great things my mother and father did. And about Uncle Dean and Uncle Sam. Preparing me for my life. For this."

"So?" Cas asked.

"So, who are we to assume that Lucifer didn't do the same thing for David? I mean, he must be the same age as me. And we haven't exactly seen any temp. vessels for years now. How do we know he hasn't been grooming David this whole time? Staying close to him, teaching him, telling him about what was to come, like the good angels did for me?" Both his parents simply looked at him. "We don't. Right?"

"Right." The said in unison.

"So then, we conclude that perhaps David knew what was happening to him all along? And it wasn't as horrible as we might think?"

"Yes." They said together.

"Good." Micah smiled, sitting up once again.

"When did you become a grown up?" Lizzy asked, reaching over and ruffling his hair.

Micah shrugged. "Probably after my first trip to a strip club."

"Excuse me?" Lizzy gasped.

Micah smiled innocently. "Oops…I wasn't supposed to say that."

"Who took you to a strip club?" She demanded.

"Well…" Slowly, Micah rose up off the bed, looking innocent, but all the more guilty. "Ask dad!" He called out before vanishing.

"Castiel…." Lizzy called, turning to where he was seated beside her, now looking very afraid.

"It…it was Dean and Sam's idea and…" He paused and swallowed hard. "Gotta go!"

"Cas!" She cried out, just as he vanished. "Ugh." Lizzy growled, before vanishing herself, only to appear in the living room.

"Castiel…." Lizzy warned angrily, looking over at him as he stood near Sam, Dean, and Micah, reaching up and crossing her arms.

"Dude!" Dean could be heard laughing. "You're in so trouble!"

"Don't you laugh Dean Winchester, I have a bone to pick with you too!" Lizzy called out, coming closer to them. "And you too Sam."

"What did we do?" Sam asked as she came closer.

"Uh…she knows about the strip club."

"And that we took him." Cas added.

"And you are so in for it." Lizzy smirked.

"Oh shit!" Sam whispered.

"RUN!" Dean cried out, before he, Sam and Cas were barreling out the door, running into the junk yard.

"Always with the running." Lizzy sighed, before taking off after them.

"Get em mom! Get em!" Micah called, as he Michael and Elijah rushed out into the front porch to watch.

"Don't encourage her!" Cas cried out.

"GET EM MOM!" Micah cried out even louder, as the sound of flapping wings erupted into the air.

"SHIT!" Dean screamed suddenly, skidding to a stop and falling to the ground, Cas and Sam toppling over him as Lizzy popped up right in front of them.

"Yes! Point for mom!"

"Way to go Lizzy!" Elijah laughed.

"So you took him to a strip club did you?" She asked, looking down at them men, who were slowly scrambling to their feet.

"Don't look at me." Dean called, scrambling to his feet. "It was his idea!" He called, pushing Cas in front of him before taking off again.

"Castiel…" Lizzy called, crossing her arms.

"Micah was driving! He's the one who pulled in there!"

"Dad!" Micah yelled, as his mother looked up at him.

"I'll deal with you in a second." She said to Micah. "In the mean time…" Looking back to where Castiel was, Lizzy sighed seeing now only Sam standing there. "Course." She whispered.

"Heh…bye!" Sam called fast, before taking off.

"Fine." She rolled her eyes.

"NO FAIR!" Micah yelled as she popped up in front of him, just before he too vanished and ended up beside Sam, who gave a small cry of shock. "Sam bought me a beer!" Micah yelled, pointing to his slightly out of breath uncle.

"DUDE!" Sam cried out.

"Ha!" Micah laughed, before vanishing, wings fluttering around him.

"You bought him a beer?!" Cas called from somewhere in the junk yard, before he suddenly popped up beside Sam. "Why didn't you…"

"Gotta go!" Sam yelled, before taking off.

"You are all in for it!" Lizzy called, before vanishing from the steps, Castiel fallowing suit as cries of shock and laughs erupted all around the junk yard.

"Should we…?" Elijah called, seeing that the sun was now setting, as more cries and accusation, some now involving Lizzy entered the equation as they chased and flew around the junk yard after one another.

"No." Michael whispered, smiling. "Let them enjoy the fun."

Elijah grinned. "Well in that case…" He whispered, stepping forward. "I bought Micah a pack of cigarettes."

"WHAT?!" A group cry from Lizzy, Castiel, Dean and Sam rose up. Fallowed by a large sigh from Micah.

"I believe," Michael whispered, looking down at the angel while Dean and Sam rushed out of the junk yard, and Lizzy and Castiel popped up. "You were supposed to say something about someone other then yourself."

Elijah's grin faded. "Oh." He whispered, before turning around and running away rapidly, then vanishing in mid step as the adults fallowed him, while Micah slowly immerged from the junk yard, clutching his sides in laughter.

&

"You know, I think if he knew you still did that he might think it was creepy."

Lizzy chuckled softly as she looked behind her and down the stairs to see Castiel slowly walking up towards her.

"I know, I know." She whispered, looking back out the basement door to where their son was sleeping on the couch, all curled up. "I just…had to do it for old time sake."

"I see." Cas whispered, coming up beside her and peering into the living room himself.

"And what about you? What's your reason for being awake?" Lizzy asked, not looking away from Micah.

"To be honest…I was going to come check on him when I noticed you were gone."

"Beat you to it." Lizzy smirked.

"Of course."

"Seems just like yesterday doesn't it? Packing up the Impala to the hotel."

"Trying to calm you down." Cas muttered.

"Well honestly. You told me we were going to the hotel and expected me to just be okay with it. How was I supposed to know you'd been fixing the place up with Elijah and making a nursery and covering it with sigils?"

"You weren't." Cas smiled, leaning down and kissing her cheek. "That was the point."

"I'm sure." She whispered.

"Do you remember how tiny he was?" Cas asked then, a smile appearing over his lips as he looked to his son. "He was so small…"

"And you thought he was going to break every time you held him." Lizzy noted with a giggle.

Cas sighed, rolling his eyes at her. "That's because he always made that noise every time I held him…" Cas said, recalling the squeaking sound his son had always made whenever he picked him up as a baby.

"It was because he was happy you were holding him Cas. I don't know how many times I've told…."

"And you would cry whenever someone smiled at him." Cas shot back, and she rolled her eyes.

"I was emotional. I'd just had a baby. And everyone always looked down at him all smiling and it made me happy."

"Sap." Cas fired at her, his eyes burning as he looked down at her.

"Fraidy cat." Lizzy shot back, leering up at him.

"Loser."

"Nerd."

"Half angel." Cas raised his brown, grinning at her.

"Full angel." Lizzy smirked, before sticking her tongue out at him.

"Mmm, I love you." Cas smiled, leaning down and kissing her while she wrapped her arms around him.

"Hey…guys?"

Eyes snapping open to the sound of their son's groggy voice, Lizzy and Cas slowly parted, their lips making small pop as they did, before turning and looking into the living room.

"I know I'm not supposed to be bearing witness to your weird sappy family moment but…" Slowly, Micah rolled over and looked at his parents. "Mind keeping it to a minimum when the teenage is sleeping?"

Lizzy smiled over at him. "Sorry! We'll just…"

"Yeah." Micah nodded, before once again rolling over, his back now facing them.

"Come on." Cas whispered softly, pulling Lizzy down stairs. "Night Micah." Cas called.

"Night little man!" Lizzy called happily.

"Mhm." Micah called, waving from the couch as they disappeared to the basement, lovingly arguing with one another over who woke him up.

"Parents…" Micah sighed, smiling before closing his eyes and falling back sleep.