Michael came towards her slowly, forcing her to take a step back until she felt her lower back hit the crib.

"Where's Dean? What did you do to him?" Mary demanded, wishing that she had some sort of weapon on her. None would work on Michael but it would make her feel just a bit better.

"Dean is fine, I just left his mind." Michael told her. "It wasn't in perfect condition before me but I didn't change anything there."

"Then what are you doing here?" Mary asked, trying to straighten up as much as she could.

"I'm back in the same predicament that I always find myself in." Michael said. "I need a vessel."

"I'm not going to say yes." Mary immediately said.

"You're not the only option here." Michael said. His eyes slowly went down to her stomach. "Not in the slightest."

Mary felt her heart stop for a moment and wrapped her arms around her stomach protectively. "No." she said just as rapidly. "I refuse."

"If not your child then you will say yes to me." Michael said simply and obviously. "Your bloodline is pure and direct, moreso to Lucifers grace but our grace is similar enough that it will be the same for me."

"Why should I even think of agreeing to this?"

"There is quite a few things I can do for you. First off, I will ensure that you live." Michael told her. "I'll even ensure that your sons will live, I know that you care about them too. I'll even protect the unborn child and allow them to have the rest of the eight months necessary before they are able to live outside of your body."

His eyes went to her stomach for a moment once more. "There may even be some benefits to sharing a body with me and an unborn, the child might be born with some...additional perks."

Mary curled her fingers into the crib, trying to steady herself. Her heart felt like it was about to burst out of her chest as she tried to calm down.

"I can even bring your husband back to life, John Winchester." Michael told her. "You can have that happily ever after you've always wanted."

"That's not a happily ever after, you're going to stay in my body." Mary spat out at him. "Everything you're promising me means nothing."

"We'll be sharing your body properly, you are going to need to convince Sam and Dean that there is nothing wrong after all." Michael said with a shrug. "I don't want them to know where I am. There will be times that I will take control to do my wishes in that you'll have to leave them but," he smirked. "You're no stranger to leaving your sons after all."

He straightened up and stared at her, a strange gleam in his eyes. "Obviously you are to keep this a secret, I will be aware the entire time and as such, I will know if you try to let Dean and Sam know about my whereabouts."

"And if I say no?" Mary asked, glaring at Michael as best as she could. She could feel herself shaking slightly and she gripped back at the crib behind her.

If anything Michaels smirk widened a bit and when he reached out to slide his fingers along her cheek, it took everything she had not to flinch back at his touch.

"Then I'll find someone else that will say yes, and there are quite a few out there." he said. "And the first thing I'll do? I'll bring all three of you together and kill each and every one of you one by one in front of you. I'll start with Sam, and then Dean. I'll make them scream." he leaned in closer to her. "And then I'll rip that child out of you and let you bleed to death, holding it in your hands."

For a moment Mary felt like she couldn't breathe. "I'm going to tell them immediately." she whispered.

She felt Michaels fingers go up to her head. "And what makes you think I won't erase your memories of this?"

Mary closed her eyes, she could still hear the dim voices of John and Dean in the hallway and wished with everything she had that she could just join them there, wished that all of it had been a bad dream.

"So Mary, what's is going to be?"

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