Sam was near the lake, sobbing. He drew the circles on the ground and took the pot with everything he needed and set it on fire, saying the incantation between his sobs and waited.

"I'm surprised you had courage to call me," Michael said from Sam's back.

"I want to kill him!" Sam said turning around, and Michael saw the tears in his eyes.

"What happened my child?" Michael asked leaning to touch Sam's face.

"No! Don't! Don't touch me!!" Sam said backing off, "He used me! He did everything he wanted with me and then he left!"

Michael closed his eyes. Sam knew that Michael was trying to read his mind, even knowing that he couldn't do it anymore, he concentrated and showed him everything. Dean was possessing him violently, pinching, biting, hitting, slapping.

"I want you to kill him! I want to see you taking his soul and ripping his body apart!" Sam yelled still crying.

"I'll do it, with all my pleasure." Michael said smiling, "You know how much I want his soul... Where is he?"

"I don't know... he just left! He took everything!"

"Don't worry... we'll find him."

x x x

Dean was at the bar, a blond lady was trying to make moves on him, when he saw Sam and Michael at the bar's door smiling, then leaving. He excused himself and went outside.

"What a nice surprise... You're so weak Sam... You needed him to solve your problems?" Dean asked sarcastically.

"Shut up you son of a bitch! You used me!"

"Yeah... you know... I needed to get laid... as we were at the middle of nowhere..." He said with a smirk.

"YOU BASTARD!" Sam punched him. Hard. Blood was dripping from Dean's mouth.

"You could have done better Sammy," Dean laughed.

Sam was about to jump on Dean when Michael grabbed him by the shoulder, "Easy down child... I want to take care of it." He said knocking Dean out.

x x x

Dean grunted, opening his eyes. His head ached, his brain felt like it was about to explode.

"Wakie wakie sleephead," Michael chanted.

Dean opened his eyes wide when he realized who was talking to him and tried to move, finding himself tied up and laid on the ground.

"Don't try... you're not going to free yourself easily," Michael said smiling.

"Sam!?" Dean called despaired.

"Looking for me, big brother?" Sam said from Michael's back.

"It's funny... You treated your little brother here as if he were a piece of shit, then now you're worried about him..."

"Shut up stupid! I'm not worried about him!" Dean said trying to cover his concern.

"Well now it's time to have some fun," Michael said making Dean get up with his powers and punching him.

"Can I play with him now?" Sam asked.

"Sure... he's yours,"

Sam brought Dean to him with his powers full force, punching him as well right on his face. Dean almost fell, loosing his balance but Sam grabbed him again and hit him in his stomach this time, making him scream, "Oops! Did it hurt? Sorry big brother... but my pain is worse," Sam said smiling sarcastically while Dean looked at him wide-eyed. "I'm going to beat the shit out of you! I want you to suffer at least half what I suffered that night!" Sam said throwing Dean against the furniture in Michael's house breaking it. "Sorry sir," He said sheepishly.

"Not a problem my child. When we finish here, I won't need this place anymore. Have fun!" Michael said sat on the couch.

Dean was disoriented with so many punches, his eyes were rolling but even so, he laughed.

"What are you laughing at?" Sam asked.

"You're definitely a girl... You act like one... and I was remembering how you screamed that night... such a horny girl, begging to be fucked, harder and harder while I banged in your -oh so tight- ass." Dean smirked.

Sam was blind with anger. He threw Dean against furniture full of drawers, in one of them, was the Colt. It slipped under a few broken shards of wood in the living room. "KILL HIM! KILL HIM! I WANT HIM DEAD!! FUCKING DEAD!!" Sam screamed on his knees with his hands on his head.

Michael got up and took Dean by his neck, strangling him and suspending him with one hand. Dean was gasping, his face was all red, eyes rolling behind his head, "Today. It's not. Your lucky day. Kid." He said ready to penetrate Dean's chest with his other hand when...

BAM!

Dean was on the floor.

Michael was wide-eyed.

Sam was standing with the Colt still smoking with the shot. It was straight into the back of Michael's head.

There was a hole in his forehead. The room started to tremble hard. Fire took the place while Michael's screams were heard.

Sam took Dean in his arms and ran to the door. He got into the Impala and drove away leaving the house in flames behind him.

It was over.

It was finally over.

Sam gave a heavy and long sigh, while Dean was passed out on the backseat.