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Chapter 13

Meg nodded as her heart raced, they had seemed to make peace with each other and she wondered if this was about to backfire on her. Would they let her get them out only to turn on her once she had. She took a deep breath telling herself to calm down as she stepped up and took the rings out of her pocket. Starting to place the rings on the lock, she noticed she needed to put them on one at a time, three in all. Huh, it had taken four to put them in, hadn't it? She looked up at Michael the confusion clear in her expression, asking, "Didn't it take four to put you in here?"

Michael nodded as he shrugged looking indifferent, "Yes, but Death refused to be involved with making a key to let him back out. He said there was only needed a way in, not out. So he refused to be a part of it."

She shrugged mimicking Michael while placing the rings as needed. She glanced at them, watching the excitement cross their faces as they waited before she pushed the final ring in place. She turned the handle and stepped back, letting go as the door swung silently open she thought, Huh, anticlimactic.

All three stood locked in place for a minute, trying to judge what the others were about to do before Michael and Lucifer walked out of the cage. Then Michael quickly gathered the rings as he told Lucifer, "These stay with me."

Michael grabbed Meg by the arm and they were immediately transported topside. She just managed to glimpse Lucifer's shock registering on his face before they vanished. He was not given a chance to do anything to stop them.

"Wow that was a lot quicker than the way down." Meg said, feeling slightly dizzy.

"Hasty exit was the safest route considering how pissed Luce is going to be when he finds out he really can't leave hell. I want to thank you for coming back. I didn't think you really would." Michael told her honestly, thinking how he was not really sure how he would explain his escape to his father.

"I still need Sammy fixed. This isn't done yet." Meg said, hoping he agreed.

Michael nodded. "Where to then?"

"Bobby Singer's Salvage, at the house." Meg told him as she felt a twinge of discomfort at the blink of closing her eyes in one place and then opening them again to be instantly on Bobby's porch.

She quickly knocked as she called out, "Cas… Dean… I'm back. Michael's…"

The door opened to Dean standing there, holding an angel killing knife. Her first thought was he looked good standing there like an avenging angel... damn, random... focus! She thought maybe she should feel glad it wasn't the demon killing one as she rearranged her thoughts.

"He's here to fix Sammy." She told him, opening the screen door.

Dean looked from her to Michael staring unsmilely at him, "Michael… I see you still have my brother."

Michael nodded as he said, "Only for transport, I'll deliver him to heaven after I fulfill my promise here." Michael watched Dean before adding, "Or I could leave now."

Dean pushed the door open all the way for Michael as he let Meg pass. "Come in, Michael."

Michael smirked as he told Dean, "I have waited for that invitation for a long time."

"It's only into Bobby's house," Dean snarked back, "down boy… don't get overly excited." Dean finished the comment with a smirk back.

Dean led the way followed by Meg then Michael.

"Wow," Meg said as she asked, "Have you kept him out since I've been gone?" Nodding to Sammy asleep on the couch.

"Maybe." Dean commented with a shrug.

"Ready to get the party started, Mikey?" Dean asked as he watched Bobby come silently into the living room behind Michael and Meg.

"Where's my brother, Cas? I'd like to talk to him." Michael said, ignoring Dean's question as he glanced around looking for Cas.

"Why don't we take care of my brothers, then we'll talk about yours." Dean told Michael bluntly.

Michael chuckled, "You never change, Dean."

Dean looked at Michael, "Yeah well as I recall that was one of my redeeming qualities that you so admired."

Michael laughed as he admitted, "So it was."

"So, how about we do this then." Dean stated again, starting to feel like Michael was stalling.

"What's the hurry, Deano? Are you sure you don't like this model Sam better?" Michael asked as he walked over and looked down at Sam on the couch.

"No. I fucking don't, so stop dicking around and do the damn job you were brought here to do." Dean snapped, getting pissed off quick.

Bobby held up a book as he stepped around Michael and Meg and next to Dean, "We can always read from this… make you more agreeable."

Michael frowned as he roared, "Do not dare to threaten me, human!"

"Easy there, angel of the lord… just do what you agreed to and no one will do anything hasty." Dean stated calmly as he laid a hand on Bobby's arm.

Michael held out his hand towards Dean.

"What?" Dean asked, confused as he stared back at Michael.

"The ring… Sammy's soul. I need it to fix it and put it back." Michael said as if he was talking to a simpleton.

"No." Dean said in the same tone he had told Cas no when he'd asked for his amulet the first time.

Michael gestured with a gimme motion of his fingers, still keeping his hand out.

"Yeah, like I'm going to hand it over so you can take off with it and all this shit starts all over again." Dean stated flatly, stepping closer to Sam.

Michael sighed, he was right to worry because if he wasn't bound by his word, that is exactly what he would do. "Hold out your hand then, Dean."

Immediately Dean stuck out his hand towards Michael.

Michael took Dean's hand in his as he told him, "I will fix his soul while it's still in the ring, then pull it out and put it back in Sam. I must warn you; this might…" He shrugged then continued with a grin,"will be painful."

Dean nodded his understanding as he gave a hurry up motion of his hand while waiting for Michael to begin.

Bobby walked over next to Dean as he placed a hand on Dean's shoulder and then dropped his hand and stepped back.

Michael grasped Dean's hand in both of his before adding to the room, "What ever you do, don't interrupt us. It would damage both Dean and Sam." Then Michael looked Dean in the eye and Dean saw the knowledge that it was about to become very painful just a second before fire erupted in his hand shooting up his arm and following his veins through out his body. He went instantly to his knees as he bit his lip to try to keep from crying out. The veins bulged in his neck as his face contorted in pain right before he screamed out in pain. Dean knew nothing else except pain until Michael released him to collapse on the floor.

At Dean's first scream Sammy jerked and then with Dean's second scream he was standing in front of the couch, blinking. Looking around he tried to figure out what was happening. Adam? Why did Adam have a hold of Dean's hand and what the hell was he doing to him? He started forward to Dean when he was grabbed by Bobby and Meg.

"You can't. He's doing this for you." Meg told Sam, trying to keep him still.

Startled Sam looked down at Meg, "What do you mean?"

"Michael is repairing your soul." Bobby added, looking Sam in the eye.

Sam's eyes jerked back to Dean on his knees on the floor, the torture obvious. "Stop it. I'm not worth this. Stop hurting him."

"Boy look at me!" Bobby demanded with an 'I mean it, boy' tone.

Sam immediately looked at Bobby, "You have to see this through because Dean thinks you're worth it. You hear me? We think you're worth it." Bobby squeezed one of Sam's arms he was holding, whispering again, "You hear me?"

Sam nodded as he told Bobby, "Please let me go to him at least."

So it was that Sam reached Dean right after he collapsed on the floor unconscious. Sam cradled Dean's head in his lap as he set next to Dean on the floor. "Why would he go through this for me?"

Michael told him bluntly, "You will know the answer when you are whole again, Samuel Winchester."

Sam nodded as he waited for what was coming next, even though a part of him wanted to run. Quick, fast and as far as he could away from the soul that was soon to be back.

Michael pulled the ring off Dean's finger and placed it on Sam's. "You ready?" he asked as he squatted beside the brothers.

The pain was instantaneous. He tried to stay upright as jolt after jolt ran through. Overwhelming love for Dean, he glanced down at Dean. He loved his brother! Love for his father, Bobby and Jess. He felt like his was being electrocuted with wave after wave of emotions, screaming out right before falling forward limply, resting his forehead on Deans. "Brother." he whispered.

Michael stood, dusting his hands off as he said, "I think I'm done here." Then he tilted his head as if listening before saying with a sigh, "Adam has something to say."

When Michael next spoke they could tell it was no longer Michael.

Bobby knelt down beside the boys as he and Sam waited for Adam to speak.

Tears sprang to Adam's eyes as he told them, "Please tell Dean thank you from me for making sure I got out. He didn't have to, especially after what I said to you both last time I was here. For that I am sorry. You have proven twice that we're brothers by coming after me when you could have just as easily left me behind. I am sad that I will never get to know you better. I would have loved big brothers." Adam smiled as his face slowly blanked and Michael once again took front and center stage.

Michael head jerked towards Meg when he heard a sniffle. "Demons cry now?" He smirked, "are you the new and improved model?"

Meg crinkled her nose as she frowned before snapping, complete with another sniffle, "Apparently they do and obviously I am."

"Is there anything else?" He asked looking at Meg.

Meg asked Sammy, "How do you feel?"

Sammy immediately tearing up, "I love my brothers, I miss Dean… I love…"

She held up her hand with a smile, "Okay, he feels… You fixed what heaven and hell broke?"

Michael said with a grin, "Yeah, I even threw in a bonus, Sammy…" he waited for Sam to look at him, "You no longer have demon blood running through your veins."

Sammy's jaw dropped, what did that mean for them? For him and for Dean?

Michael muttered before disappearing, "Yeah, about that. You can thank me later."

TBC