A/N: The fight continues, and now the playing field had been even, if not tipped the other way. But Dean has a plan.

Masquerading as a man with a reason

my charade is the event of the season

and if I claim to be a wise man well

it surely mean's that I don't know

Lucifer coughed up dirt and ash. He rolled over on the ground and propped himself up on his elbows. He couldn't see anything for a few seconds, as he only heard the chirping of birds and the crackle of burning objects. Blurs and shapes came back into focus, then details started to come back, and then more details. Lucifer registered a black figure standing a little off into the distance. His head was hung and he wasn't moving. Lucifer scrambled to his knees, bracing himself with one hand on the ground and the other the left over 'miracle' from his eyes. Finally, everything was focused. Lucifer was greeted with the sight of Micheal, eyes closed and fully restored to his awesome glory. White light in the shapes of the angel language were written on his face and arms, and read words like, 'sword', 'wrath', and 'son'. The words faded, and Micheal opened his eyes, the white light trapped behind his eye lids escaping and fading like two dying suns. Lucifer found that he was shaking.

"Micheal," Lucifer said with awe and terror. "What have you done?"

Micheal turned around, and Lucifer could almost hear Sam's cry of dismay.

Dean...or Micheal, now...looked at Lucifer, then down at his former vessel, Adam. Adam gasped, and looked up at Dean. There was barely a conscious light behind his eyes. But he could tell that the burden that he had thrust upon himself had just been transferred. The power that was emitted off of Dean's body choked Adam. Guilt, if anything, was what Adam felt right now. He had so wrongly jumped at the chance to be the vessel, not even knowing the full extent of the consequences, ignoring the warning and pleads that Sam and Dean had given him. Adam knew after he had been thrown into the corner of his own mind that he would die with Micheal, and had given up. But then the light was gone, and he was restored to his own capabilities. A sacrifice Dean made, and Adam did not think in the slightest that he deserved it. "Dean..." Adam croaked.

Micheal looked back at him.

"Thank you, you have served well." Micheal whispered. Adam blacked out, his last thoughts of gratefulness and sorrow.

Micheal turned his attention back to his brother. Lucifer stared back with an amused expression. He had regained his confidence.

"You honestly think that switching vessels is really going to give you an advantage?" Lucifer asked.

"Yes, I do." Micheal said, climbing over the tree he was hiding behind. He held up his hand and blasted a miracle at Lucifer's chest. Lucifer brought up his arms to block the blast, but the force of the miracle was more that he had expected, and ended up shattering all the bones in his arms and hands into a million pieces. He was forced off of his feet and thrown meters back into a patch of ground covered in mud.

As Micheal watched as Lucifer scrambled to get up with his arms like ropes, he felt a small worm of consciousness wiggle into his thoughts.

"Micheal, can you hear me?" Dean's voice said.

"Yes," his booming voice answered back. "But that doesn't mean I have to listen to you."

"Thanks, that's all I needed to know." Dean melted away again, forced back by the angels overpowering might.

Micheal faced Lucifer. He had finished healing, only because Micheal had allowed it to be. Micheal too had healed Dean's already battered body, his hair and eyebrows were their normal colors once again, and his skin was flawless and healthy. Lucifer did not attack, and Micheal took an experimental step towards his younger brother. Lucifer launched a miracle at Micheal, which he easily dodged. A might oak tree exploded out of the ground meters behind Micheal. Power surged through his limbs, and as he curled his hands into a fist, small rose bushes started to grow at his feet. Micheal couldn't help but grin at that.

"What's the matter, Lucy?" Micheal asked mockingly as the branches of the rose bushed started to twine around him, small buds sprouting. "What happened to that bravado and confidence from before?"

"It's not 'Lucy', anymore." Lucifer growled. He hated that pet name with a burning passion. And how dare Micheal steal his favorite flower. "'Lucy' is a skinny blonde angel with tiny wings."

One branch of a rose bush curled around Micheal's shoulder, the bud blooming into a beautiful flower of a vibrant white. Micheal grabbed the flower and smelled the sweet soft fragrance. He crushed the rose in his hands, and dropped the petals to the ground. And the fluttered to the earth, each on that hit the grass opened a chasm bigger and bigger at Micheal's feet. The chasm opened across the ground, under Lucifer's feet and spouted fire and smoke in the angel's face. Lucifer jumped, landing about thirty feet in the air. But he was not alone. Micheal was already there, waiting for Lucifer. He grabbed Lucifer's throat and shoved the angel down into the earth. Lucifer's spine snapped in five places when he made contact with the ground at 150 miles per hour.

"I was always better than you," Micheal said, who was standing right over Lucifer. "I was the better fighter, the most loyal. Overall, the better angel."

Micheal stomped on Lucifer's chest, breaking almost all ribs and cracking another vertebrae. Thunder cracked the sound barrier, which in turn caused the earth to quake and the chasm behind them to fill up with water and fifteen different kinds of fish. Micheal picked Lucifer up by the shoulder and held him up at arms length, his feet not even touching the ground. Micheal felt his hatred welling as he watched Lucifer heal himself, his brothers power rushing through his body.

"But Dad always loved you the most." Micheal hissed. With and outraged roar, he tossed Lucifer over his head, and with his voice amplified by thunder, bellowed "He was always the most proud of you. Said you were the light that would change the world. That's why he named you Lucifer."

Lucifer hit a tree, causing that tree to grow another fifty feet tall and burst into flames. Blood leaked from Lucifer's lips. Why wasn't his healing process as fast as it was before? Had he lost power somewhere in the fight. No... Lucifer thought to himself. It wasn't that he had slowed down, but that Micheal had gotten so much power from Dean that his attacks were making it seem like Lucifer's healing was slow. And Lucifer generally healed himself at the speed of light. The tables had obviously turned.

"So that's what I don't understand, Luc." Micheal stood in front of Lucifer as his brother quickly tried to heal himself while also trying to run away. But it was hard to run with a broken pelvis. "Why did you rebel? You had a family that loved you, a perfect world. But you crack under one simple command." Micheal's voice cracked with sorrow at the memory. "It just doesn't make any sense."

"You're blind, Micheal. God has deluded your mind with love and passion, when all he's ever done is tricked us into hating each other. And now, it's lead us to killing each other." Lucifer's voice was filled with malice, his teeth stained red. "If god truly loved us, he never would have made me who I was, and never would have created man." Lucifer gestured at himself. "It's because of God's so-called destiny, that you and I have to suffer, you and I have to fight, and you and I have to die."

"You're wrong, Lucifer." Micheal was on Lucifer in a second, before he could react. "The only one that's going to die here is you."

Micheal had Lucifer by the lapels of Sam's jacket. Lucifer glared down at Micheal, and his brother stared back equally intense. Lucifer suddenly gasped as Micheal's power invaded his body, crashing, crushing, and tearing into every crack and corner of both Lucifer and Sams souls. The insides started heating up, and smoke and fire started coming out of his eyes. Lucifer couldn't even scream in pain. Through the blind rage, Micheal felt that little worm again, inching its way up and into his ear.

"Micheal," Dean spoke up, finally. "Micheal wait. There's a different way to end this."

Lucifer's skin started to turn gray and cracked, his blood turning to lava, and the muscles evaporating into the air.

"Micheal, I know you don't want to kill your brother." Dean's tone was urgent. "No brother does! So for Pete's sake please listen to me! If you love your brother, listen!"

Lucifer's burning process stopped. A mangled husk of a body hung from Micheal's hands. Lucifer and Sam were still alive, if only just barely.

"It's because I love my brother that I must kill him." Micheal said to Dean. "It's because of what he's done that he must die."

"Look, I get what you're feeling," Dean said, glad that he had Micheal's attention. "But there's nothing a family member could do that deserves death. It's a sin against the flesh, the soul, and the heart. Punishment can be many things, but if it's permanent, then it isn't punishment at all. It's treason. You can punish Lucifer, without killing him, so that he will never disobey an order or hurt anybody ever again."

Micheal felt puzzled, Dean felt it to. He reached into the angels mind, a dangerous move.

The hands on Dean's body started burning, they blistered and singed, a white fire engulfing the skin and bones.

Dean pulled out Micheal's memories. The garden, where Micheal and Lucifer had spent so many days and eons praising god. Singing, flying, creating, they were Heavens unbeatable duo. Dean was surprised at the amount of memories that Micheal had of the good times with Lucifer, having kept them on reserve in his heart.

"There's a way to save this, Micheal." Dean said, he stopped reaching. "You will never forgive yourself for killing your brother, no matter how evil he is. I know it."

There was a pause. Dean didn't like it at all. At first, he had thought that he had infuriated Micheal.

"Are you doing this just to save your brother?" Micheal asked.

"You and I both know how it feels to raise a younger sibling, watch him grow and learn, look up to you. We'll do anything to keep them safe, keep them from harm. It's our job." Dean's voice was nostalgic. "Sympathize with me, and both of us can save our brothers."

Micheal paused, for a very long time. Then, finally;

"Tell me what to do."

A/N: I know this may seem a tad unrealistic, but I wrote this mostly for the emotion and idea that comes at the end. So please, read, review, and enjoy!