AN: Hey guys... So I have this whole story written, just have to post it all... However, I wanted your guys' opinion. There are some songs that I have begun to associate with Angie and was wondering if you would want me to post a playlist at the end of this story. Let me know what you guys think... Anyways, enjoy the next installment of Angelica's story!

Michael waved a hand and behind me, Sam, Cass and Jack all collapsed to their knees in pain. I could feel myself shaking as I fought back tears, my jaw clenched and unmoving. I refused to show exactly how much the alternate universe's Michael was causing me pain, but something in his smirk... a smirk on Dean's face... told me he knew exactly what he was doing to me.

"Now, this... just feels right. Hope is an amazing thing, isn't it?" he asked us. "You had no chance of winning this. None. But you had hope- hope I wouldn't see you coming, but I saw everything. And now I have my perfect vessel. I've just destroyed the one weapon that could really hurt me. Thanks for bringing that by the way."

Cass managed to stand, approaching Michael who grabbed him up by the collar.

"Don't interrupt me," he spat in Cass's face.

While he was distracted, Sam threw lighted holy oil at Michael. It only burned briefly, but Cass managed to get a pair of angel handcuffs on Michaels wrists. I remained rooted in place, unable to move or say anything as the events panned out.

"You think these can hold me?" Michael laughed.

"Yes, we do," Cass replied.

Michael's eyes began to glow blue briefly, but nothing seemed to happen.

"Dean. Come on, Dean. Are you in there?" Sam asked.

Michael looked straight at him, venom dripping in his voice, "Dean's not home right now. Please leave a message."

I could feel my bottom lip begin to quiver as we heard sirens wailing in the distance.

"Oh, right. That," Michael smirked. "Did you forget? My monsters are out there, building an army."

Sam's phone rang and he answered, but I barely heard what was being said on his end as I focused on Dean's face, contorted until he didn't look like my Dean... Until all that remained was the jerk archangel who took advantage of the one person in my life I had ever really cared about or gotten close to. I had always preferred Dean over Sam, especially since I had spent more time with him given that Sam went off to college shortly after they took me in. I felt a single tear escape and slide down my cheek.

Michael's eyes were locked on mine and smirked when he saw the tear fall.

"Okay, what's the plan?" I heard Jack ask.

"With the angel cuffs on, Michael's under control," Sam stated.

"Keep telling yourself that," Michael replied, eyes still locked on me.

"Get him downstairs," Sam continued, ignoring Michael. "Dump him in the trunk of the Impala, and take him back to the Bunker."

"But Garth's in the trunk," Jack pointed out.

"It's a big trunk," Sam shrugged.

"Ready or not, here I come!"

Dean's voice carried through the closed trunk and I giggled, sure he would never find me in my hiding spot. I knew all the best hiding places for Hide-And-Seek. It also helped that I was so small. I could fit in a lot more spaces than the older Winchesters that I had begun to consider my elder brothers. Dean spent more time with me since Sammy was getting ready to head off to college.

Dean had held me, covering my ears to drown out the shouts when Sammy had told their dad about his decision. John had essentially told him never to come back again if he followed through and actually went to school...

I squealed as the trunk was thrown open and light streamed in on my face.

"Found you!"

"No fair! You cheated!"

"How did I cheat?"

"I'm going to get you, Dean-y Pie!" I shouted, chasing after him.

He laughed, pretending to fall as he was running away so I could tackle him from behind.

"Got you!" I giggled.

"Yes, you did, Angie."

When I came to, we were all in the Bunker. Michael was chained to one of the columns and everyone else stood discussing options.

"Shouldn't we put him in the dungeon or something?" Jack asked.

"Jack's right- we don't know how long those cuffs will hold," Sam agreed. "I mean, Bobby improved them, but- if those cuffs won't hold him, neither will the dungeon."

"I can hear you, you know," Michael said casually, looking over to where I still sat in the doorway.

Everyone moved further away from him, and closer to where I sat.

"Really?" he questioned them.

They resumed the conversation in lower voices.

"Okay, so, what?" Jack inquired.

"Okay, listen," Sam began. "Back when Gadreel possessed me, he- he created, uh, I don't know, like a- like a fake world inside my head. But Crowley was able to force his way in, he showed me how to take control, and I drove the angel out. The problem is..."

"Crowley's dead," Cass finished.

I moved away from the group, suddenly feeling very claustrophobic. The group barely noticed, but I could feel Michael's eyes boring a hole into the back of my skull.

XxX

Once the door to my room was shut, I sank to the floor, my back against it and my knees pulled into my chest and allowed myself to break down fully. It had been so long since I had actually cried. The last time I could remember was the day I watched Sam and Dean drive off without me... After that day, I refused to let myself cry. Anytime I felt like I might, I got drunk. When my tears had mostly subsided, I crawled over to the bed, pulling myself up until I was curled in a ball on top of the sheets. As a fresh wave took over my body, I buried my face in my pillow, willing myself to fall asleep.

I didn't have time to do so, however, before a knock sounded at my door.

"Come in," came my weak response.

The door opened, but I didn't have the energy to turn and see who it was.

"Everything okay in here?" Jack's voice fell on my ears.

I forced myself into a sitting position as I turned to face my half cousin.

"You look terrible," Jack told me.

I scoffed, wiping my eyes with the back of my hand.

"Is this about Michael?"

"More about Dean," I told him.

"What about Dean?"

"Promise not to say anything to the others?"

Jack nodded his head in silent confirmation. I took a deep breath and started at the beginning, explaining how the Winchesters had found me when I was younger and raised me for a number of years. I told him how I had ran away from Jody's and had been on my own until I ran into them at the boathouse. How I had been putting off telling them the truth because I didn't want to get hurt again. How seeing Michael take control of Dean was so painful for me to watch considering all our history. Jack remained quiet through the entire thing, waiting until I finished before saying anything.

"Wouldn't they be happy to know that you're back in their lives, though?"

"With everything going on, it just didn't feel like a good time to bring it up..." I mumbled.

"That's fair," Jack nodded, "But you do need to tell them at some point."

"There's another reason I have been avoiding telling them the truth," I admitted.

"What?"

"Well... it's about my parents..."

XxX

Jack had left to keep watch over Michael. Once my eyes no longer looked red and puffy from crying I joined the others in the library.

"What are you working on?" I asked Sam.

"In theory, this machine should allow me to enter Dean's mind and help him break free of Michael's grasp," he explained.

"What if it doesn't work?"

"Then we go back to the drawing board..."

We heard noises coming from the War Room and Cass went to go relieve Jack of his duties.

XxX

Sam and Michael sat across from each other, wires attached to both of their heads.

"Cool science project," Michael commented. "I give it a solid B minus."

Ignoring Michael, Sam explained like he told me earlier. "Okay, in theory, I should be connected to Dean's mind. Cass, you should be able to hitch a ride with me."

"Oh, Cass... I believe in you," Michael's voice dripped with sarcasm.

"What do we do?" Jack asked on behalf of the two of us.

"Pray," Cass replied.

"And make sure no one kills us," Sam added.

"Well, I like this plan," Michael told Sam. "See, out here, I'm all chained up. But in there... you're all mine. So what are we waiting for?"

Cass grabbed onto Sam's arm and turned on the machine. All three of them went limp immediately.

"Well... let's hope they can save Dean," I looked to Jack, who nodded in agreement.