Chapter 12

"Stop scaring her," my Michael chastened himself. "It's not going to be the end of the world Meg, we can assemble an army ourselves to fight back."

"Why do you care so much?" past!Michael growled back. "Why would you help a Winchester after everything they've done."

"You mean everything her parents have done!" my Michael corrected causing a grin to creep on my face. (Or a grin would have crept on my face if I was currently in control of my face.) "You're in her mind this very moment and I think you know very well why I'd help her. You can't fall in love with someone you don't know, but we know Megan far better than anyone else. It doesn't take long to fall in love with Megan Winchester."

"Oh great," past!Michael gibed. "I think you've killed her."

Shut up Michael. I'm fine. Okay, no I wasn't. The boyfriend I was about to break up with because I didn't know him at all just said he was in love with me because he knew me completely… and he actually did.

You know him just as well now. You could look and see any moment of his existence and know him in every way possible.

All I can see if you. I bit back. The moments of his existence that matter are the ones you haven't lived yet. The ones that will turn you, into him.

Do you, love him?

Okay. So Technically Michael just asked me if I loved him, but at the same time he didn't… yikes this was a bit confusing… No. I don't love Mike.

But he's everything you've ever imagined in a guy. How do you defend yourself from someone who can see your every thought? You don't love him, but you will. And we both know it.

You need to stop fighting with the voices in your head and get a new head. I told the angel coldly. Before you end up fighting a very protective and very angry version of yourself.

Somehow, though I couldn't see it, I knew past!Michael was grinning. I knew you knew us.

I considered throwing back that I only knew the corrupt Michael, but decided instead to just drop it. There really was no use fighting with someone you can't escape.

I see why he likes you. You're so obedient.

Oh no he didn't. I am not obedient. I'm just a pacifist, or as close to one as a hunter can get.

Whatever. Let's just go and find Rocket Winchester before he kills any more innocents.

Actually that was just what Rocket was doing when we found him. His dark hair and brilliant blue eyes stood flickering behind the flames his enemies held themselves above by only the tips of their fingers. A searing anger rose within me when I saw the squalor these people faced. My Michael, who clearly felt the same way, had the 'enemies', who upon closer look were only teenagers, back on the ground before I could blink an eye. Rocket stood enamored, and when he spoke his words made me glad Michael had come back. Even facing Lucifer couldn't be worse than the hell this boy, my descendent, would reign down upon the earth if left unchecked. Maybe Metatron did do something good.

"You're an angel, aren't you? Because that's Megan Winchester and she's been dead for centuries."

Okay. I wasn't sure what was creepier, that Rocket would smile while everyone burned, or that he knew my face. What could I possibly do to still be remembered this far into the future, even by my family.

"I am the archangel Michael," (Still creepy to hear my voice and his words). "And yes, this is your great, great, great, great, great aunt Megan. She agreed to be my vessel until I could come and get you."

"Why me?" Rocket didn't sound scared, or frustrated, or really anything. His voice was even, and I began to wonder if he even did feel emotions.

No. Michael informed me to my shock. Rocket doesn't have a soul and you'll have to ask your Michael to know why.

"It has to be you Rocket, because you're the only one who wants this," my Michael (who was already in a future version of Rocket). "You want the power of angelic blood. You want to feel the fire for all of eternity, because that's what you thrive on. Fire and destruction. And that's what he, what I, have to offer," future!Michael answered calmly.

There really was a fire in his eyes when Rocket opened his mouth and spoke, "Well then. I'll gladly take your power and I'll gladly be your vessel."

The transference of power was almost immediate. I'd imagined I'd feel lighter with Michael gone, but a deep heaviness settled upon me when I went to blink and my eyelids actually moved.

"Are you okay?" though they looked identical, I knew that this Michael was my Michael. Actually, the other Michael had already disappeared.

"Where did he go?" I coughed out. "He just disappeared."

"It doesn't matter," my Michael answered pulling my face tight into his chest. "He's gone to think about what you showed him. Rocket and him are very compatible right now because they're both on fire inside. Eventually the flame will die thought, and he'll be the one you see before you. Maybe not better, but certainly different.

"You are better," I told Michael. At some point I'd realized I didn't need to forgive him because I was never angry. I could see the Michael before me, and I could see that he was exactly what he should be. A good Michael. My Michael.

"Let's get you home," he whispered before a touch sent us whooshing back to my time. We stood just far enough from my house that Cas couldn't pick up on him, but also close enough for me to not freeze (or get attacked again) walking back.

"What are we going to do about Lucifer?"

His face clearly displayed that he didn't want to talk about his brother, but he really didn't have a choice. "For now, nothing." I went to fight, but he stopped me. "Tonight you sleep and I try to gather info. I'll see who Lucifer has on his side, and try to get some allies for ourselves…"

"We have to tell my family. And you have to be there when we do."

"I know Meg," he told me sadly. "But I'm not ready to face my little brother yet. Gabriel and I took care of Castiel's garrison when they were only fledglings, and I hurt him. I need to figure out how to redeem myself before you tell him. Promise me you'll keep it secret until tomorrow."

Maybe they were my family, but Cas was Michael's too and it should be him to tell them he was free. "Fine. But Mike, if you're really sorry he will forgive you. Look at Sam and Dean and all the times they've fought each other and forgiven each other. Family is forgiveness and you just have to show them you're worthy of that forgiveness."

"You make it seem so easy Meg," Michael sighed. "But Sam and Dean are far from the normal brothers. I will talk to my brother, but not tonight. I need some time."

Something (maybe having been in his head) told me that Michael would take far too long if left to his own devices. "You have until Lucifer has Metatron and Dick Roman on his side. If by then you're not ready to come clean I will."

"You're very good at pushing me to my limits, you know that, right."

"You're the one who possessed me," I told him with a little grin, before turning around and noticing he too had disappeared out of sight.