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Note: Sorry for the delay guys - I wanted to have this posted sooner but other things got in the way and the season 9 finale destroyed me, but I finally managed to finish this part. I'll try to have the next one up as soon as possible.

Part 20:

"Kae. Kae wake up."

When she opened her eyes it was to see a young man with dark hair staring at her. She went to grab her gun, but the man stopped her.

"There's no need for that now," he said calmly. "Not that it would do you much good anyway - we're in your head."

"I'm asleep."

"Yes."

"Michael?"

He nodded.

"What do you want?"

Michael just smiled and shook his head. "Tell Dean it's too late. I've already taken Adam Milligan as my vessel."

"Then why are you here?" Kae sat up on her bed, staring at the angel intently.

Michael hesitated.

"You are needed."

"Please don't do this."

Dean slung his duffel bag over his shoulder and slipped an angel blade into his jacket. He'd snuck out in the early hours of the morning. She knew what he was going to try to do. He was going to try and offer himself up in Adam's place.

"He's family, Kae. I can't let him become an angel's bitch."

"It's too late!" she yelled, trying to grab at the bag and he stepped backward to avoid being tackled. "Dean, Michael came to see me while I was asleep! He said he's already taken Adam as his vessel!"

"It's never too late," he responded, his voice breaking.

"Dean -"

He shook his head, saying nothing as he got into the driver's seat of the Impala, started the engine and drove off.

"And what exactly is it you need me for?" Kae folded her arms over her chest, her eyes narrowed as she watched the angel standing before her.

"I need you to say yes."

She felt like shoving a knife in his throat - all the years of the angels wanting her dead because she was the one person who could supposedly give birth to the Antichrist, and refusing Lucifer, and now the angels were cool with it?

Something was wrong.

"There's not a chance in Hell or Heaven of that happening." she said coldly. "Why would I say yes anyway? Do you think I want Lucifer's spawn growing inside me?"

"It would only carry Lucifer's power and yours - the child would bear the DNA of you and of Sam Winchester."

"You're insane - I'm not saying yes."

Michael tilted his head to the side.

"So you don't want to save Dean's life?"

Her eyes narrowed.

"What?"

The first thing Sam was aware of as he awoke was his own duffel bag hitting him squarely in the face. As the bag fell onto his lap, he looked blearily at his watch: 4:30 in the morning.

What the hell...?

"C'mon Sam, can't save him by myself!" Someone tugged at his arm urgently and he looked back up to see Kae glaing at him.

"Kae?" he said sleepily. "God, warn a guy before you throw things at him, alright?" The bag hadn't hurt him, but still - that was not a way to wake someone. "What's going on?"

"Your fucking idiot of a brother just took off," she snapped, "and he's gonna do something really stupid unless we catch up to him and put a stop to it."

"Stupid like...how?" Son of a bitch. He needed some coffee or something, because his mind really wasn't processing what she was telling him.

"Michael." she said abruptly.

That one word worked better than any caffeine could - in no time flat he was up, packed, and following her downstairs.

"I hate this car."

"Well tough. It was one of the few Bobby managed to get working." Sam sighed, keeping his eyes on the road. The beat up, small red '97 Chevy was nowhere near the condition of the Impala, but at least the engine functioned. "We have any idea where Dean was headed?"

Kae shook her head. "No. All he said was that he wasn't going to let Adam become an angel's bitch."

"Well...he can't be far..." Sam glanced out his side window as they drove through town.

"Sam?"

"What?"

She hesitated. "Are you thinking about saying yes to Lucifer?"

He went quiet for a few minutes. "Who told you that?"

"Michael." she glanced at her hands in her lap. "He came to see me in my dreams last night."

Sam's hands tightened on the steering wheel. "I am."

"Sam -"

"What else did Michael tell you?" he interjected.

She didn't answer.

"What?"

Michael was silent for a moment. "You would do anything, anything to save him, correct? You love him that much?"

"I never said I -"

Michael grinned.

"Kae don't lie to me...or to yourself for that matter."

Kae rolled her eyes.

"Just tell me what you're talking about damn it!"

Michael nodded. He touched her arm in what he might have percieved a comforting manner, but it made her skin crawl. She pushed him away, only for him to approach her again.

"Before you met Dean, Zachariah threw him five years into the future to show him what would happen if he continued to refuse to be my vessel." he reached over and laid a finger on her forehead. "He altered a tiny detail."

"You sure this is it?"

"I'm positive." Sam pocketed his cell and got out of the car, Kae following suit. "Well, Cas is anyway. Says Michael's blocking him."

"Fuck."

"Yeah." Sam glanced at the Impala, parked a short distance away from an old, rundown factory. "Can I ask you something?"

She shrugged. "I guess."

"After everything that happened with your - with your mom, why come here to save him? I mean - I know you care about him, and I know he feels the same - but -"

"Are we here to save your brother, or are you gonna Dr. Phil me the entire time?" she interjected before making a beeline for a door on the side of the building. "Let's go."

Kae shook uncontrollably as the last images faded from her mind, as Michael removed his hand from her head.

"I could smite you here and now, you know." he murmured. "But these are orders. If you want Dean to survive confronting me, you'll tell Lucifer yes - you'll let this play out the way destiny has ordained. Otherwise, what Zachariah showed him will all come to pass...and you'll never be able to live with all that guilt."

"Fuck you," she choked out. "The Winchesters will destroy you. You and Lucifer."

Michael just smiled and shook his head.

"They'll just destroy themselves in the process. And then you'll really be screwed, won't you?"

Kae sucked in a long breath and tightened her grip on the silver blade in his hands. She and Sam moved quickly through a maze of heavy machinery and abandoned crates that held old metal parts.

Then Kae heard something that made her stop in her tracks behind a large set of crates.

Gagging. The sound of a foot connecting with ribs. A pained cry.

Dean.

Sam turned to face her and put a finger to his lips.

"Dean," she whispered. "Sam -"

"Yeah. Just stay with me, alright?"

She nodded and the two rounded the crates to see Adam standing over Dean, who was lying in a heap on the cold, concrete floor. He was gasping for air, struggling to get to his knees.

Adam smiled coldly and looked up at her.

"Hello Kae."

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