VIOLET'S POV

"I'm going to send him straight back to Hell." He was growling like a feral dog and I knew I had to do something quick.

"STOP!" I grabbed his pants leg with my other hand and tried to pull him away. Michael looked down at me, confused. He sighed and backed away from Sam and knelt down beside me. He looked into my unfocused eyes, saw the blood running down my shoulder, and realized that I was close to passing out.

"You're injured!", Michael said, his voice thick with concern. He touched two fingers to my head and that warmth radiated over me like when Cas healed me. He helped me to my feet and gave me that confused look again. "Why did you stop me from killing this pathetic worm?!" He looked back at Sam and made a twisting gesture with his fist. Sam started to gag and wheeze like he was being choked. I grabbed Michael's arm and pulled it away. Michael shot me a look that said 'How dare you?' I let go of his arm and backed away from him slowly, looking away. I definitely didn't want to make this man...I mean angel mad at me!

"Please don't hurt him! He's not himself!", I begged. That puzzled look spread across his face again.

"What do you mean 'He's not himself?" Michael looked Sam up and down, trying to find something wrong. Than he looked back at me again, waiting for an answer.

"He...he's missing his soul." His eyes went wide and he looked back at Sam, who was panting hard with his head down. Michael grabbed him by the hair, yanked his head up, and stared into Sam's angry eyes.

"Is this true?", Michael growled. Sam just glared at him. "IS IT TRUE?!", Michael screamed, shaking Sam by the hair like a Pitt Bull shaking a bunny rabbit. Sam raised his chin and spit in Michael's face. Michael snarled, bringing his arm forward in a low arch. I thought he was going to punch Sam in the gut, but instead of a blow to the belly, Michael's fist drove straight into Sam's body. Sam screamed in agony as yellow light shown from the hole in Sam's middle. The veins under Sam's skin began to glow red as he shrieked. Michael's arm moved around looking for something I knew wasn't there.

"PLEASE STOP!", I screamed. Michael continued to rummage through Sam's body, refusing to believe that Sam's soul was gone. "Father...", I whispered, putting a hand on his arm. He froze, backed away slowly, and pulled his hand out of Sam's body. He turned and looked at me, a tear rolling down his cheek.

"We need to get his soul back!"

"Why?", Michael asked exasperated. "Why would you want to help this hairless ape who has hurt you so much?"

"Because he has done so much good! And he has so much more good left to do! He saves lives!"

"HE'S A MONSTER!", Michael snapped at me.

"He means a lot to Dean! Please!" Michael's eyes suddenly grew angry and he started to breath heavily through his nose.

"DEAN WINCHESTER?!", Michael growled through his teeth. He started to walk toward me and the anger in his eyes drove me backwards and against the wall. "If it weren't for Dean Winchester, none of this would have happened! I would have fought Lucifer and killed him! I wouldn't have spent what to me felt like an eternity in that FUCKING CAGE!", Michael screamed in my face while he trembled with rage. I did the only thing I could think of. I hugged him tight to me. He reluctantly hugged me back, burying his face in my shoulder and weeping like a lost little boy. I didn't know what he had gone through being trapped in that cage with Lucifer for so long, but I could feel his pain. It broke my heart.

"I'm so sorry that happened to you...father", I whispered. I cried my own tears for this man I barely knew. I pulled away from him and looked in his red, puffy eyes. "But you're here now." I smiled the best I could and he nodded at me, wiping his nose on his sleeve. "Will you please help him?" He looked at me intently and then looked over at Sam, still stuck to the wall. Sam was still glaring at him with murderous hate. Michael stared down at the floor and his jaw muscles flexed as he thought about what I'd said.

"I will help you", he whispered, still staring at his feet. He walked away from me back toward Sam. He got up close and grabbed Sam by the face, squeezing hard. "You're lucky you have such a wonderful person looking out for you or you'd be dead by now."

"I don't need anyone looking out for me! Especially not my little angel over there. She tell you I fucked her three ways from Sunday? She would have screamed had she been able to!" Michael slammed Sam's head back into the wall and hissed low in his ear.

"If it weren't for her I would burn out your eyes and rip out your tongue before I killed you! PAINFULLY!" He backed away from Sam and touched his forehead. Sam slumped forward and fell off the wall, landing face first on the hard concrete floor. Michael looked up at me and his anger began to ebb away quickly. "He will sleep until I return." He waved his arm and the latch on the door slid back. I looked to see the door swing open and Dean, Bobby, and Cas standing on the other side of it. I looked back at where Michael had been standing and he was gone.

"VIOLET!", Dean bellowed as he ran through the door. He slammed into me, wrapping me in a big hug. "Are you OK? What happened?" He held me at arm's length, looking me over for injuries. When he didn't see anything, he hugged me tightly again with a heavy sigh.

"I'm...I'm OK, Dean!", I wheezed. "Please let go! I can't breathe!" Dean dropped me back on my feet and stepped away from me, a look of embarrassment on his face. He cleared his throat and rubbed the back of his neck while he looked at his feet.

"What happened?" He looked around and finally noticed Sam's crumpled form on the floor near the door. He ran over to him and rolled him over onto his back. He was still unconscious and had blood running out of his nose from falling on his face. "Did...did you do this?" He stared up at me in shock. I shook my head and his expression changed to confusion. "Than what did?"

"It was M-Michael!", I stammered. "He...he heard my prayer." He jumped to his feet and grabbed me by the shoulders.

"MICHAEL WAS HERE?!" He let me go and started pacing around the room, grumbling and cursing under his breath. It seemed that Dean hated Michael as much as Michael hated him. He suddenly turned on me again with intense eyes. "You prayed to that dick?!"

"Not exclusively, Dean!", I snapped. "I was in serious trouble and I just kinda screamed in my head for help." I flipped the hair away from my face irritably and Dean's eyes went wide when he saw blood on my shirt.

"What the Hell happened, Vi!" He pulled the fabric away from my shoulder but saw nothing. Just some blood on my neck. He looked up at me with a stern look on his face. "Tell me Violet. What did Sam do to you?" I heaved a heavy sigh, staring at my feet. "VIOLET!" His angry bark made me jump.

"HE BIT ME! OK?", I yelled in frustration. "He was sucking my blood!" Dean's hand went to his mouth and he sort of turned green. "He didn't seem to be able to stop! If Michael hadn't shown up when he did, I would probably be dead!"

"I should never have let you come in here, Vi!", he breathed. "I'm so sorry!" He wouldn't look at me. He kept his eyes on his feet.

"Dean! It's not your fault! You should know me well enough by now to know that nobody LETS me do anything!" He snorted and nodded at me. "And anyway, everything worked out! Michael saved me!"

He just saved you and then left?", Dean grumbled. He started pacing again and I jumped in front of him, blocking his path.

"He's going to help us get Sam's soul back from the cage!"