Once Dean calmed down Sam escorted him to their room.

Dean sits on the bed and rubs his head. Sam closes the door and folds his arms.

"We gotta talk."

"About what?"

"You know what. Michael. These nightmares, panic attacks. We gotta talk about this."

"There is nothing to discuss. What's done is done. Michael is gone now I'm a free man."

"Not really. He maybe gone but he is still there in your mind. I know how it feels Dean. I was the same with Lucifer."

Dean bit his lip and looks down. He really did not want to talk about this. Maggie suggested he should talk about it but he can't. What's the point? Opening up is not going to get rid of Michael. There is nothing that can be done to help his problem. These nightmares can't be killed. It's not physical, there is no monster controlling it. Its his own mental state. That is one of the hardest challenges both brothers struggle to fight against.

"I just want you to know I'm here." Sam assured his brother.

"Yeah yeah." Dean turns on his side and buries himself into the pillow. "Night Sam."

Sam sighs.

"Night Dean."

The hunter switches off the lights. He hears a tap on the door. Sam opens the door. Macy stood at the door with a sheepish smile.

"Oh hey." She says.

"Uh hi."

Macy plays with her fingers nervously. She moves to the side and tries to look past his massive body.

"Maggie told me to go and check on Dean."

"Oh." Sam looks at his brother who has gone quiet. He knew so well Dean wasn't asleep. Sam can tell now when his brother is pretending. "He's fine." Sam says ignoring his brother's dramatic snores.

"Alright then."

Macy bit her lip and tried to keep her eyes on his face. The temptation to look down at the bulge between his jeans was so strong.

Damm it Macy! She scolded to herself.

"I'll just..." She forced a smile "...go."

"Hey..." He touches her arm. She looks at him unsure what to do. He quickly removes his hand and puts it behind his hair. "Night."

"Night."

She picks her pace and runs down the hallway. She stumbles into her room and closes the door.

"Oh my God." She gasped.

Mel looks up from her book.

"You alright?"

Macy nods.

"Yeah I'm just tired. Been a long day. A very long day."

She goes on the bed and snaps her eyes shut.

"You have a thing for the Devil?"

Macy opens her eyes and frowns at her sister.

"What did you say?"

"Oh nothing." Mel smirked.

Mel turns the light off and lies down.

Macy grumbled and turns over.

I don't have a thing for Lucifer's prom outfit.

She heaves a sigh and closes her eyes.

Elsewhere Maggie puffs the pillows and places them on the bed. Parker sat and stared at her. Maggie felt his eyes on her and it was starting to make her feel uncomfortable. As an empath she can feel the negative vibes pressing down on her it was starting to make her feel sick.

"Okay." She turns round and folds her arms. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

"Cant hide it from me. Empath remember. I can feel your emotions even if I don't want to." She sits on the bed next to him. "Tell me? What's going on?"

Parker looks away.

"You and Dean seem close."

"Close?"

"I saw you with him in the kitchen. You were with him again just now. You both seemed very...affectionate."

"What!" Maggie shakes her head. "Parker what the Hell?"

"You wanted to know what was wrong." He replied his voice bitter.

"Parker, there is nothing going on between us. I was comforting Dean because he had a panic attack. His time with Michael has traumatized him. I fear one of these days he will drown and never make it back out. Its becoming serious. He needs people like me around him to pull him back up to the surface. The kitchen, that was an episode as well."

"The way he held on to you."

"I was transferring positive energy on to him. It was helping him. If you were in my shoes you would understand. I can't believe you would think I would..." She moves closer and cups his cheeks. "I love you Parker."

Parker lowers his head feeling ashamed of himself.

"Sorry." He mumbled. "Of course I should..." He sighs. "I overreacted."

"Damm right you did." She moves back. Parker winced. He can see the hurt on her face. He bit back a groan when the distance between them expanded. She moves to the edge of the bed and keeps her back to him. "Night."

Parker frowns and wraps his arms around the pillow.

"Night."

Maggie switches off the light and closes her eyes. The overwhelming feeling of guilt from the half demon disturbed her. She wanted to leave but she didn't want to make him feel more guilty than before.

Why should she worry about his feelings? He was the one who started it. He was the one who thought she had an interest in another guy. Parker had to be mad Dean is way older than her. He could be old enough to be her dad.

From what she heard from Harry trouble follows the Winchesters. Maggie wouldn't want to be involved in that.

Once the witch hunter and Michael is sorted the Winchesters will hopefully leave and things can go back to normal...their kind of normal anyway.

She gasped when she felt Parker's hand brush against hers. Despite the anger she held on to him. She could never stay mad at him for long. The whole jealousy act was just a typical boyfriend trait. They don't like seeing their girls with another guy. Especially a really handsome guy.

She turns over and she feels movement from below. He moves his arm and wraps it round her and pulls her in. She buries her head into his chest and cherishes the feelings of want and love from him. It relaxed her and overpowered the other feelings she's experienced today.

It was nice. She needed that. She hoped tomorrow or the next day or the day after that they will get Harry back.

Harry was family.

And family always comes first.

"Felicity." Patrick sighs. "Another one bites the dust."

Harry scrambles to the bush and focuses on the group of deranged witches who carried Felicity away.

"I got to save her."

"Whoa whoa there knight in shining armor." The Irish witch raises his eyebrow. "There is no such thing as save in this place. No one can be saved. Also it's not like she's going to die. She will come back. The witches have their toy to play with I say leave them be."

"That's not who I am."

"Right? Heaven's witch. The problem is you are too good, too innocent. That gets you screwed over easily."

"I protect the witches. They are priority to me. As a white lighter I would sacrifice myself to save them."

"Including me?"

"Including you."

Patrick eyes him up and down.

"You sure you haven't died here."

"I been to Hell and back this is nothing."

"You...You been to Hell?"

"Tartarus yeah? It's an experience I would rather not do again."

"You didn't break?"

"I don't know why you think white lighters are weak. Their not. We might not be the most powerful but we do have the biggest hearts. Our compassion, empathy, abilities is what makes us who we are. Okay I did suffer and I did struggle but I got back up on my own two feet thanks to my friends...my family." He smiled. "Thinking for yourself is going to make you lonely. You more likely break when you are alone."

"You're human now."

"I may not have my powers but that doesn't mean I have changed as a person. You know that trip to Hell has actually made me stronger. You know what else makes you strong?...Hope. I have hope. Even in Tartarus I had hope. That kept me fighting I never gave up. When I said I will find a way out I will find a way out."

The witch sighed sadly.

"You are going to be in for a big shock."

"You keep this attitude up you are not going to get anywhere in life. I am saving her with or without you."

Harry turns on his heel and goes to walk.

"I was like you." Patrick spoke. Harry stops and looks at him. "I helped people in my own way. A way that not only benefits them but also me. I'm not a Saint but I did help those in need. It depends on their story. I was a gambler. I did poker. People told me their stories and I listened. If they were genuine I may tweak the game and let them win. If not, the years they bet would go straight to me."

"That's not helping. That's..." Harry looked alarmed. "Using magic as entertainment and luxury is forbidden."

"I let an elderly man win so he can live long enough to see his granddaughter graduate. I helped a paralyzed woman to walk again by bringing her to the age before the accident. I helped a couple who wanted to a child but they were too old so I let them be the young couple they once were. I heard they had a boy. Named him after me." He smiled at that memory. "Then my judgements skills slipped with this one person. This person is the reason I'm here."

Flashback.

"Ooooooh I love this song."

Rebecca danced and waved her bottle of beer around. Her friend Davina threw her arms up in the air and howled. The two ladies partied into the crowd and found themselves a couple of men to dance with.

Rebecca grasped on to a man with jet black hair.

"Patrick." He introduced himself before she could ask.

"Rebecca." She answered. "Friends call me Becks."

Patrick knew. He read her thoughts. He knew this is her favorite song. He may have used a little spell to change the song from the jukebox.

She presses into him giving him a good view of her breasts. His eyes remained on her face. He didn't look interested. She was surprised when he placed his hand on her back instead of her ass. He swayed her to the music. Again she was surprised just by how gentle he was. He wasn't like other men.

The music picks up. Becks let's out a squeal.

"This is the good part."

The two of them clap and spin round. Patrick turns. Instead of facing Becks he is facing another woman.

"Well hello." Her eyes flutter and her dark pink lipstick moved so slowly in a seductive manner.

Patrick liked her already.

"Hi." He pulls her in and lifts her chin with his finger. "You are?"

"Felisha." She answered.

He eyes her up and down.

"Very smart for a party."

She looks down at her suit.

"I'm not here to party."

He brushes a strand of hair off her face.

"Why are you here?" He asked.

Usually he knew the answer but this time he couldn't. He was blocked. There was a wall he couldn't get past. This should scare him but actually it only intrigued him even more.

She wraps her arms around his neck and leans into his ear.

"I'm here for the game."

Patrick snaps his head towards her.

"I don't what you are talking ab..."

"Shh." She presses her finger to his lips. "I know." She purred. She intertwined her fingers with his. "Lets go."

He followed her. His guard goes up and he started to get an uneasy feeling. Why would she want to play? She's not that old? She looked young and healthy. The way her eyes gleamed and her lips formed into a smirk made him cautious she was up to something.

They both went into a small room with a table and chairs. Felisha sits down with her leg crossing over the other one. She smiled at him. Patrick saw right through this sweet act. He put on his most charming smile and sets up the table. He was going to play along for now. He wasn't afraid he is the one with the power after all.

Once everything was in place, he sits down opposite her.

"You know how to play?" He asks.

"I'm a fast learner." She answered.

He starts to shuffle the cards. He plays with them and keeps his eyes on her.

"You do know this is not normal poker. You don't win money."

"I know. A friend of mine did this game." She smiled. "He nearly died of a heart attack." Her smile widens. "He should change his diet."

Patrick narrowed his eyes at that comment.

"He lost?"

"Hmm."

She kept that smile on. It was like her face was stuck. Nothing moved not even a twitch.

"You playing on his behalf?"

"No. We gone our separate ways."

"Oh."

"I do hope to make contact with him soon." She grinned. "He will be as fit as a fiddle once I get back into him."

Patrick puts the cards down.

"What his name? I might remember him."

"That does not matter right now." She purred and rubs his hand with her thumb.

He pulls away and straightens up in his chair.

"You're not here to play." He leans forward and his face darkens. "Why you really here?"

She picks up a card. She turns it around.

"A King." Her nail trails over the King's face. "A King rules a Kingdom. Once my father is out of the picture I will be King." Her grin widens. "A God."

Despite how crazy that sounded Patrick lowers the card.

"You plan to over throw your father." He asks.

"Destroying his creations along with it." She replied.

"Your eyes do not match with that smile." He points out. She frowns at that. "You smile but your eyes show a different emotion. Anger, rage, betrayal, hurt." The smile was wiped completely from her face. "You sounded bitter when you mentioned him." Patrick continued. "I'm sensing daddy issues here."

Although she did not reveal much it can take a few sentences for the He-witch to figure out the situation. It wasn't so much about the words. It was how the words are spoken. The volume, the tone, the tempo all those give out the meaning, a message. A few words can actually give out more emotions than a long monologue.

"I don't have issues." Felisha sits back and folds her arms. "He chose to leave."

"Your father?"

"Too engrossed in his work to care about his own children. When he got tired, bored he moves on and creates another world."

"You mean his world as in a model? or another family?"

Felisha bit her lip.

"Something like that. I followed every command. I was loyal. Then the day came when I fought my brother. I followed my orders and killed my brother. Father didn't even bother to show up."

"You killed your own brother?" Patrick's eyes widen. "That was an order?"

She grimaced at the memory.

"Father didn't care. He doesn't care about you. He doesn't care about me."

She closes her eyes and breathes out a sad sigh. Patrick knew by her face she is remembering something obviously unpleasant. Then she looked stunned. Did she just reveal all that? Patrick just smiled. He encouraged his clients to open up. Then it gave the witch an insight on their character and helped him to decide whether he will tweak the game or not. Then the witch frowns as her words replayed in his mind.

"He doesn't care about you."

"Doesn't care about me? I don't know your father?"

"He does. He knows everyone. They do describe him as all-knowing."

Then her eyes glow blue.

Patrick gasps and nearly goes back in his chair. She smirks and stands up. Then she suddenly slams back in her seat. Patrick had his hand up.

"Who are you?" He growled. "Or should I say what are you?"

He rose from his chair and kept his hands up. He pinned her hands down to the table and her feet to the ground. There was no fear on her face instead she looked amused and relaxed. It was like she is not putting effort in to fight back.

"What do you want?" She asks. Her eyes sparkle with interest. "What do you want Patrick?"

"What I want? I want you to get the Hell out?"

She chuckled.

"You had a partner? Lia?" His face paled at that name. That made her grin. "Love of your life. She died. She wanted to die so she can be at rest with her family. Ever thought you might the reason she wanted to die? You took her town to town, forced her to join you on your games, you flirted with the women while she had to watch."

"Shut up."

"You were more interested in your game than her. You were more interested in helping other people's lives instead of your own. Your relationship with her was deteriorating. She gave the Winchesters the spell hoping to get you both killed off." She laughed.

"She just wanted out. Some can not adjust to the immortal life." He stops and his eyebrows narrow. "Winchesters? You know them?"

She turns her head towards him and smiles.

"He will be as fit as fiddle once I get back into him."

Before Patrick could process what the Hell is going on purple smoke blows out and a sword slashes through. Patrick's eyes widen as two purple orbs stare at him. The smoke dies down revealing a figure.

"Witch." The man glared with hatred in his eyes.

"The Witch Hunter...you're...real?"

"Do your part Eric. I had my fun." Felisha smirked.

"With pleasure sir." Eric grinned.

"Did you just say sir?" Patrick frowned.

Patrick sees his reflection on the Golden Sword. It made him froze in fear. He has heard of the stories of the Legendary Witch Hunter. He always dismissed it and insisted that its nothing but a scary bedtime story. The Witch Hunter was locked away forever.

Well that didn't last.

Patrick looks at his chips. Spells rolled around his mind but he couldn't focus on one. It was like an invisible force was holding him back. Eric's smirk confirmed it. The former Prince had the control here.

Felisha or whatever she was springs from the chair and pins the Irish witch to the wall. She had her fingers wrapped around his jacket. Her eyes gleamed and her mouth goes wide.

"I don't need your help." Eric pulls Patrick out of her grip. "I hunted enough witches to know how to handle them."

"May I say the last words." She smiled. Eric had his hand around the witch's throat and he slams him into the wall. The witch hunter looks and nods at her. Her eyes go on the struggling witch. "You say you are a gambler not a murderer. That's not true. You murdered Lia. Your lifestyle is what killed her. If she went with someone else another witch she would still alive. He would have given her the life she deserved." She shows a card with a Queen on it. "He would have treated her like a Queen. Although you helped people it's not enough to redeem yourself. It will always be the biggest regret in your life. You want forgiveness but that's never going to happen. You're a killer Patrick. You killed Lia."

"SHUT UP!" Patrick yelled.

"The killer part of you will get stronger when you reach your new home." Eric smirked.

"You're a killer Patrick."

"No. No. No!"

Then Eric raises his sword and plunges it into Patrick's chest.

That's when the room suddenly expanded in size. Rows of trees appeared, grass formed and the sky became a dark grey. Patrick held on to his chest and he falls on the ground.

The Irish witch gasps and looks round. His eyes widen with horror as he stood up. He knew where he was. He heard of the tales of the Golden Sword. Where the witches go after being caught. He stumbles over to a tree and leans on it to catch his breath. He rarely freaked out. When he is not in control and the game goes sideways he will freak out.

This is one of these moments where the game has gone completely off the board.

Worst is he is powerless.

"Pat." A female voice whispered in his ear.

Tears pour down his cheeks when he heard her sweet voice. He turns and lets out a shaky breath.

"Lia."

As he goes to touch her, she vanishes.

"No." He shakes his head. "Come back."

"I'm right here."

He spins round. He sees her by the tree. That same smile on her face. The smile, those lips. He badly wanted to kiss them. He runs but she dissolves the time he reached her. He crashes into the tree and falls over.

"AHHHH!" He cried out in both shock and misery.

Her form flickers and appears in front of him again. Her hair fell in front of her eyes. She looked so innocent and young when her hair was down. He clenched his fists knowing if he touched her she would vanish again.

So he collapsed and sobbed into the mud. Felisha's words played in his mind. He felt something go in his hand. He looks and sees a weapon in his hand. He shivered when Lia's hand brushed against his as she placed the weapon in his hand.

"Your gambling days are over sweetheart." She purred. "It's time to reveal who you really are."

"I'm not a killer."

"You're the reason I'm dead."

"My Lia wouldn't say that."

"You didn't know your Lia. You had your head in the game far too long."

He points the weapon in her face.

"Get me out of here. I'm not a bad witch. If you want me to give up the game I will. I'll find other ways to maintain youth that doesn't involve civilians."

She shakes her head.

"No one gets out of here. You're trapped."

"I'll find a way."

"You keep telling yourself that...killer."

He growls and swipes the weapon across her ghostly form. He stands up and looks round. He picks a random direction and begins running.

He was not going to stop until he found a way out.

There had to be a way out.

There had to be.

"There is no way out." Patrick finished.

Harry stared at him. His face becomes alarmed.

"Dear God that's not good not good at all."

"You finally realized white lighter we're trapped with zero chance of escaping."

"I meant the witch hunter. From what you told me that was no ordinary woman. That's the Archangel Michael. He's working with the witch hunter, oh dear Heavens we're in trouble."

"Archangel Michael? As in the Archangel Michael. Heaven's Prince, brother of Lucifer?"

"Yes well this Michael is evil and from another universe but yes that's him."

Patrick laughs. He shakes his head and looks up at sky.

"We're screwed." He looks back at the white lighter. "You better start adjusting to jungle life."

"No." Harry straightened up. "I'm not giving up."

"Seriously? After finding out the witch hunter has a mate you still think you are going to get out of here."

"Just because you want to stay and punish yourself doesn't mean you have to drag me down with it."

The He-witch frowns.

"Punish myself?"

"That's what I'm seeing. You could have killed me when you first saw me but you didn't. You are trying to avoid the killing option because you want to prove you are not a killer. If that's the case you would continue searching for a way out. You stopped, I don't think its nothing to do with giving up, deep down you blame yourself for Lia's death. You are giving in and letting yourself be punished. I say you got to snap the Hell out of it." Harry looks at that hopeless expression and the guilt that was eating up the Irish witch. "You been punished long enough."

Patrick blows out a shaky breath and turns his back on the white lighter.

"Save her. The girl. I'm not coming."

Harry eyes the witch's tense posture. He sighs and nods.

"Okay. If I find a way out, I will look for you that's a promise."

"Don't find me. Just go. Please."

Harry let out a defeated sigh. He turns away and goes to walk. Suddenly a man jumps down in front of him and knocks him out. Patrick froze when he heard Harry's scream. Before he could react a woman swings from the trees and knocks the Irish witch to the ground.

Patrick groans and looks up. A woman towered over him with a crazy wild like grin. He saw her pick up a branch.

Oh nono no...

She swings the branch and knocks him out.

Patrick's world went black.