AUTHOR'S NOTE:

Okay, here is another chapter and it's kind of tame, but there's a twist at the end.

I hope you guys enjoy it!

WARNINGS: Language, Sensuality, Sex, Violence, Dark Themes, Drugs.

ENJOY!!

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Milly giggled a little as Dean's fingers traveled up her shirt, his teeth softly nipping at her neck, her head tilted back against the pillows. They wanted to sleep together, but after the first intrusion, they were pretty certain that it was only a matter of time before Sam showed up. So, sadly for the two of them, they were keeping most of their clothes on…but that didn't mean they weren't feeling each other up.

"You know…maybe if it was really quick…" Dean offered, smiling as the laugh in her throat rumbled against his lips.

Milly shook her head. "I don't wanna risk it. Your brother and I just met and I'd rather he not walk in on us naked."

"Believe it or not, Sammy has seen naked people before." Dean told her, looking her in the eye.

"I think someone's cranky…and needs another button open." Milly proposed, smiling a little and kissing Dean as he smirked.

She slipped her fingers into his hair and shook her head a little into the kiss as Dean started to unbutton the rest of the buttons on her shirt. Dean grunted in protest and then sighed as he pulled his lips away from hers, their eyes locking gazes. Dean reached up and stroked her cheek, smiling at her softly and taking a deep breath.

"This isn't going to last forever, is it?" Dean asked her.

Milly shook her head sadly. "No…sooner or later I'm going to have to let Michael in…and when he's done with me, I'm supposed to die again…"

"Well, I'm not going to let that happen." Dean told her, nodding affirmatively. "I can't let you sacrifice so much for me."

"Dean, I'm doing this because Cas brought me back to life—he gave me my body back." Milly explained, cupping Dean's face and running her thumb along his bottom lip. "I was willing to do anything to thank him for that."

Dean sighed and kissed Milly again, not ready to accept that Milly was going to be taken away from him again. He had dealt with her death once before, and he was pretty certain that he could stop it. What if he made a deal with Michael? What if he agreed to let Michael in under the condition that Milly still got to live?

While Dean was trying to form the questions in his head so he could ask Milly, Sam was swallowing. He knew he shouldn't have tried to seek Grace out like this, but he really wanted to see her before he left town. Besides, he was starting to be aware that he had feelings for her, and so he sucked up his fear and reached out to knock on her door.

"Who's that?" Peter asked her, sipping his coffee.

Grace shrugged at him. "I don't know."

She got up from the kitchen table as another knock sounded and opened up the front door, trying to ignore the patter of her heart. She was actually really happy to see Sam, but at the same time some fear was creeping in. Peter and her had, had a heart to heart and he felt bad for what he had done, but it probably wasn't best to have Sam and Peter in the same room just yet.

"Hey, Sam." Grace told him, genuinely glad he was there even with Peter in the kitchen.

Sam smiled at her and scratched his head. "Hey, Grace. I, uh…I just wanted to thank you for everything you've done and everything you tried to prevent while Dean and I were here."

"It was nothing." Grace replied, Peter getting up and heading over to the door since Grace sounded a little disappointed. "I really do hope that everything works out for you and Dean."

"Why don't you invite him in, Grace?" Peter offered to her. "There's some coffee left over if he wants some."

Grace was surprised at Peter's offer, and was pretty sure he had an ulterior motive, but Grace wanted to see Sam. Sam smiled awkwardly as Grace nodded and opened up the door wider, smiling at him. Peter nodded and went to pour Sam a cup of coffee, both of them feeling a little bit like their territory was being trespassed on.

Sam knew he had no right to feel that way because he hadn't known Grace for very long and Peter had known her for years, but he did. For Peter, he wasn't very happy about the smiles that Grace was throwing Sam's way when Peter had been there for Grace and Grace for him and Sam was a stranger to them. Besides, Sam was also Dean's younger brother, and they were leaving town. Why would Grace want to have anything to do with him when he was just going to up and leave her?

Sam thanked Peter for the cup of coffee as Milly kissed Dean when he opened his mouth to speak to her, and he nodded a little into it, aware she didn't want to talk about anything. Then she pulled away though, running his nose along his and taking a deep breath of her own. For not wanting to talk about anything, she had certainly thought of something to say rather quickly.

"Can we just focus on being together right now?" Milly asked him. "That look in your eyes makes me think the wheels are turning in your head."

Dean nodded slowly. "I don't want you to have to be Michael's vessel—I want you to be able to live."

"Let's just focus on being together right now, Dean…you don't want me to leave, so just hold me…it's been a long time since we just got to be with each other." Milly whispered, pressing her forehead to his and then cuddling up with him.

Milly nodded sadly as she walked into the motel room and saw Dean packing up his duffle. It was inevitable that he was going to take off because his father needed him to help him hunt, but Milly didn't want him to go. She hadn't been feeling too well so they hadn't been hanging out everyday, and she knew he could be gone forever and never turn back…she knew this could be the last time that she ever saw him.

"So your father called?" Milly asked him.

Dean nodded at her, afraid that looking at her was going to actually break his heart. He had spent so much time with Milly and now he was leaving and he didn't want to—he wanted to stay with her. Still, he knew that he had a job to do and that his father had given him a direct order, so he had to leave her here.

"I'm going to miss you." Milly told him.

Dean looked at her and swallowed. "We'll see each other again."

"Dean, you don't know that." Milly said, smiling sadly.

She knew that even if Dean managed to somehow make it back to Cottonwood Falls, she might not be around. As healthy as she had been trying to keep herself, she knew that her life was ticking down and since she was no longer doing chemo since the treatments had stopped working years ago, she knew hers and Dean's last day was staring them in the face. Still, he didn't know she had cancer because she hadn't wanted to tell him, and so it was going to be a little harder than she thought to convince Dean to stay a little longer.

"When do you have to head out?" Milly asked him, walking over to him and standing next to him by the bed.

Dean reached out and stroked her hair. "Depends…how is our 'farewell' going to go?"

"Hopefully perfectly." Milly whispered, kissing him softly and running her hands up his arms, Dean smiling a little and nodding into the kiss as Milly started unbuttoning his shirt.

Milly smiled at Dean as he slept, her ear firmly pressed to his chest so she could listen to his heartbeat. The two of them had talked to each other for a long while about days without each other, and then they'd cuddled up together and Dean had fallen asleep. It had been a long, trying day for him and Milly had been very happy to watch him sleep.

His mouth was slightly open but he hadn't been asleep enough to drool yet, and Milly realized she hadn't seen him like this for years. She had never really taken the time to take Dean into her mind's eye, but now she felt she had to. It was only a matter of time before Michael came, and she couldn't explain how she knew that—she just felt it.

"Hey, Sam." Milly said looking over at the door as Sam came in.

Honestly, Milly and Dean had had enough time to sleep together, but instead they'd simply talked and cuddled. It had been a rather delightful evening, and now Sam was back and when he sat on the couch, Milly untangled herself from Dean and went to sit next to him. Sam smiled at her a little and then sighed, looking at her and she smiled a little too, making Sam blurt everything out.

"I think I'm having feelings for Grace." Sam told her quickly.

Milly smiled at him. "Yeah? Well personally I think Grace could use a man like you in her life, Sam. You have a long face though…is it because you were forward with her about it and she doesn't know you well enough yet…or is it Peter?"

"Is she with Peter?" Sam asked her slowly.

"No…but Peter has always had a thing for her." Milly explained, hugging her knees to her. "It's one of those things that Lex and I noticed, but Grace never did. She grew up with us—she thinks of us like siblings so, on her side you have nothing to worry about."

Sam nodded and looked at the TV. "Yeah, but I've seen what Peter is like when he's really pissed off."

"You know, I get it—I do—but know that Peter isn't always as angry as he lets on…he's just not sure how to go through life alone." Milly explained to him.

Sam just nodded slowly and then scooted a little closer to Milly and she looked up at him. The two of them really hadn't gotten to talk to each other, and Milly smiled at him when she saw the look in his eyes. So the two of them started to talk about everything—she and Sam were both actually kind of happy to know they had so much in common too.

Mostly, Sam was happy to know that Milly was so in love with Dean, and so sorry that she had come back into his life. He knew that she cared about him and that she really wanted to spare the two of them the effects of being vessels, and that kind of made him feel like he owed her something. Especially since Milly had been dealing with having cancer since she was sixteen.

"So…you're really on board with all of this?" Sam asked Milly.

Milly nodded, looking at the TV. "Yeah…I mean come on, it has to be done. I know you didn't mean to break the last seal, but you did—Lucifer is out. Someone has to kill him and since the Colt didn't work…it's kinda obvious that the angels had the right idea, don't you think? Michael has to do this…and you and Dean shouldn't be forced to participate in this battle if you don't want to. Well…you have more reason not to want to and I'm backing you up on it."

"You really are perfect for Dean." Sam told her, smiling and tucking her hair behind her ear. "I appreciate you wanting to do this, but this isn't your war either."

"Sadly…I think this has become everyone's war." Milly explained, looking Sam in the eye.

Sam nodded slowly and then he told her to be careful when she grabbed some change out of Dean's jacket pocket and went out to the vending machine. Milly had enjoyed getting to talk to Sam and getting to see Dean again, but when the lights outside of the motel began to flicker, Milly nodded and grabbed the Snickers bar that dropped. She turned her back to the vending machine and looked up at the sky.

"Michael…you have to take the candy bar back to Dean at least." Milly told him and smiled sadly. "All right…I'm ready.

Milly stood there as the warm light washed over her, and soon she realized that she was no longer in control of her own body…she was now Michael the archangel.

Note: What a cliffy, I know. What's going to happen next? And what happened with Sam, Peter and Grace—let's just say we get a flashback for them next chapter. Feedback is always appreciated!