Chapter 4

Carry on my wayward son

For there'll be peace when you are done

Lay your weary head to rest

Don't you cry no more

Carry on my Wayward Son-Kansas

While Sam and Dean were finishing drawing the circle on the floor with the symbols that Claudette had given them, the witch was finishing the potion that would guarantee that when one of the brothers were possessed by the Archangel, the human would stay in control until he says the words of the spell in the battle.

"The potion is ready. We just need to burn the holy oil around the circle." Claudette said approaching the circle and Dean nodded, spilling the oil.

Even Michael being able to pass through the oil, with the symbols there, there was a possibility that it wouldn't happen.

"Which of you will take the potion of possession?"

"I'll." Dean said, serious. "Michael always wanted me, so it will be easier to convince him... Sam, where's the lighter? Sam?"

Claudette and Dean turned around, seeing Sam in front of the table where the ingredients were and Dean had a bad feeling, seeing everything in slow motion and left the circle, running to his brother, who left an empty bottle fall on the floor.

"Sammy, what did you do?" Dean asked in a low, shocked voice, staring at his brother who turned to him and wiped his mouth, staring at his brother decisively:

"I'm going to say yes to Michael."

"But... Sam, it's me he wants!" Dean said in frustration, taking Sam by the front of his shirt and shaking him. "I'm not going to let you take that risk, Claudette, can you make another potion?"

Sam then held his brother by the wrists, making him release his shirt and whispering:

"I know you want to protect me Dean, I would do the same for you and say everything you're telling me now, but this is our battle, Not yours or mine. And it's because Michael wants you that I won't let you give up your body to him. I'll make the deal in your place."

"Sammy..." The older said, shaking his head in despair. "I can't let you do this..."

"But it's done. I've already taken the potion."

"Claudette!" The witch approached the brothers, and said worriedly:

"Dean, this potion is too complicated to do, you saw that I almost couldn't finish it the first time, and if I make a mistake, it's going to be fatal."

Dean ran his hands through his hair, feeling desperate and frustrated and Sam put a hand on his shoulder, saying:

"Please Dean..." Dean dropped his hand, seeing Sam determined and certain of his decision and sighed, shaking his head.

"I've been possessed by angels before, remember? I know you'll find a way to get Michael out of me when I get back with Castiel, Rowena and Crowley, and we'll save the world."

"I don't like your decision, but I accept it... Okay..." Dean finally said and then pulled Sam into a long hug and Sam returned, hugging him tightly, feeling Dean's hands grip the back of his jacket and Sam took a deep breath, before releasing himself from the embrace and turned to the witch:

"Call Michael."

Dean and Sam stood facing the circle of fire as Claudette stood behind them, repeating the spell over the bowl on her hands. And then, a strong light descended in the circle, and when it disappeared, it was Michael, in Adam Milligan's body, looking surprised, before seeing the Winchester and then focusing on Dean, staring coldly at the Winchester:

"I see you survived against my brother..."

"Let's go straight to the point, we're out of time Michael." Dean said angrily, moving closer to the fire.

Michael closed his eyes for a moment as he said:

"My... Nephew is alive... Even in the cage, I could hear the angel radio, and the consequences it has brought."

"And for that, we need your help." Sam said, aproaching too, and Michael opened his eyes, tightening them as he said coldly:

"My help? The last time we met, I was trying to accomplish my mission to defeat my brother and you not only stopped me, but locked me in the cage with him!"

There was anger in his eyes, but also a touch of desperation as he hugged himself, remembering when Lucifer had been with him in the cage.

"You know we had no choice, everything was out of control, including you." Sam said and the archangel laughed humorlessly:

"He tortured me day after day, driving me crazy slowly, and there were times when I couldn't even remember what I was!" His eyes were wide, remembering Lucifer in his mind, playing with him in a perverse way, showing the happy times of the two of them together and then, making him see the images of the other archangels being killed, trying to break him.

Sam sighed understandably because he had been tortured by him too, and Dean said loudly:

"If you want an apology, here it goes, I'm sorry, but we had no choice and we can't change what happened, but we can give you the opportunity to fight him again and this time, won't interrupt it."

"And why should I help you or trust you?" Michael asked sarcastically, staring at the brothers, still with his arms around himself, blocking the memories of the time in the cage.

"Because we know your mission is to defeat Lucifer and you want to finish it, but if you don't help us, we'll find a way to do it without you."

Michael didn't seem impressed or believedin them and Dean continued:

"And you're one of the responsable for Heaven in God's absence and He needs you there, everything is crumbling."

It seemed to have stirred up the archangel, who in his lucid days in the cage had missed heaven, had been preoccupied with the kingdom of his Father and his brothers, as well as determined to carry on with his mission of being responsible for defeating Lucifer.

But then he asked:

"And what makes you think I'm not going to change my mind after you let me go?"

"We won't hesitate to send you to the cage again." Sam said, lifting his chin and staring at him, and the archangel was surprised by the Winchester's determination. "And we're sorry for what happened to you in the cage, really, Michael, I'm sorry."

"And you trust me?"

The brothers looked at each other for a moment, knowing they would have to trust him and Sam said:

"We have no choice but to trust you, and we want to trust you, Michael."

And then Sam went through the flames with his suit jacket covering him, standing in front of Miguel, who frowned, reading his mind:

"I want Dean Winchester. He was born to be my vessel."

"The deal will be made with me, Michael, I've been possessed by angels and archangels before, and not only I'm stronger than my brother for this, but I want to come face to face with the archangel who was destined to possess me." Sam said determinedly, his eyes glowing like fire.

"Do you know the plan to die so we can go to the veil where Lucifer is, right? You read it in our minds... Because the potion that will ensure that the archangel and the human continue connected was taken by me."

Michael stared at him for a long time, finally accepting Sam's decision, seeing in the Winchesters' eyes not only that he was being sincere, but that Sam was strong and he would have his chance to accomplish the mission and accepted, even though he knew he would only have control over the vessel during the battle, but gave a chance that they were being honest with him.

It wasn't an easy task to defeat his brother Lucifer, who was his favorite, it hurts, but that was their fate, and Micheal didn't want other person or angel hurting his brother. If it was for someone to hurt the being he loved, then it'd be him.

Miguel then took a deep breath and made a move with his hands, and his sword of archangel appeared and he handed it to Sam, making his last question, his face softening:

"Samuel Winchester, are you prepared to say yes?"

There was a pause and Dean looked at his brother anxiously and Sam looked at Michael seriously and determinedly:

"Yes."

And the room was seized by an immense light, and then Michael's old vessel turned to ash as his true winged form came face to face with Sam, who had his eyes closed, and the archangel possessed him. And the light disappeared and Sam fell to the ground.

Dean ran to the circle, extinguishing the flames and kneeling beside his brother and taking him in his arms, shaking him.

"Sammy?"

Sam opened his eyes, closing them for a moment, before opening them again and Dean helped him up, worried.

"I'm fine Dean, I can feel Miguel inside me, but I have control over my body." Sam assured him and Dean stared at him for a moment and felt it was true.

"Okay, Claudette..." And Dean went to the witch: "I need you to turn me into a sorcerer's apprentice."

The witch was surprised and Sam looked at him, shocked:

"Dean? Why?"

"I'm not going to let you into that veil alone, mainly because I still don't trust Michael completely, and also, it will be faster, I'll bring Castiel back to take the grace of Lucifer's son while you and Michael kill Lucifer and bring the others from the veil."

"Dean, this is crazy!"

"Crazy is you going to the veil without me. We are hunters, we are brothers and we are connected, if you go, I will go too, it's my fight too and I will be with my brother!"

Sam stared at his brother in surprise and then smiled in agreement.

"Can you do this, Claudette?" Sam asked and she nodded, but looked worried.

"It's possible, though I've never done it, but I'd have to train Dean to learn how to make objects levitate or control minds, but that could take days..."

"We don't have days..." Dean said then she closed her eyes, running her fingers through her hair and trying to remember something and said:

"I could lend you a power temporarily, I've seen some witches do that, make you immortal."

"But won't the spell override when we... die?" Sam asked, frowning.

"Theoretically, even dying, the power of immortality would still make him fall into the category of supernatural as an immortal being and the veil is for supernatural beings, for example, even if a witch loose her powers, she would still be a supernatural being."

"How ironic, to gain immortality in order to be killed." Dean murmured, but he nodded and Claudette said confidently this time:

"It will work."

And half an hour later, she performed the spell, and Dean was wrapped in a green light and then noticed that his cuts from the last battle were beginning to disappear.

"How are you feeling?" Sam asked and Dean checked the bruises that had disappeared one last time and said:

"Brand new and ready to go into the veil."

The brothers closed the curtains and spread salt on the doors and windows, ensuring that Claudette, who would watch over their bodies, would be fine.

Dean then made a huge circle of salt around the witch, who had her crystals and ingredients and the bodies of Rowena and Castiel there, with a spell so the bodies wouldn't start deteriorating as Sam handed the computer to her.

"Here, I've been following all the news about the Nephelim, it will be easier to locate him when we return, if you are accompanying." She nodded and Sam then hugged her, saying: "You have no idea of the help you gave us, Claudette, and I just want to thank you..."

"No, thank you, for believing I was capable of performing these spells." She smiled and Dean handed her a silver-bladed knife:

"Be safe, we'll be back soon, and thank you."

"I will stay and watch over your bodies and the activities of Nephelim. Be careful in the veil."

And then Sam and Dean got what they needed, like holy oil, guns and crosses and laid side by side inside the circle and they joined their hands, looking at each other and nodding, without releasing their hands.

Claudette then knelt, murmuring words in Latin and used the knife in Dean while Sam raised Michael's sword, looking at his own body. And after the pain, everything went dark.