"But of all the stupid things you could have done-"
"I don't want to talk about it, Dean!" I yelled at him.
"You were safe! We knew where you were! We didn't have to worry!"
"I wanted to be hunting! Since you weren't coming back, I found a way to continue hunting! Why is that so hard for you to understand?!"
"You were young! You had your whole life to live! Hunting isn't a life!"
"Yes it is! Look at you and Sammy!"
"Sammy and I had a crap childhood and a crap life! You were supposed to have something better!"
"Then maybe you shouldn't have taken me in!"
Dean stood there, stunned into silence by my words. I set my jaw, turning on my heel and storming from the room. I didn't know how Dean and I had ended up getting into a fight. He had wanted to talk and catch up, but somehow when my time at Jody's was brought up, it quickly turned into an argument. He didn't understand how I could just go off by myself. After having to relive getting dropped off night after night for years, I just didn't want to talk about or deal with it. Part of me regretted some of the things I had said, but I wasn't going to apologize, especially so soon after storming out.
When I reached my room, I pulled out my journal to give another update. A few minutes later, a knock sounded at my door.
"Go away, Dean."
The door opened and Jack entered. He closed the door before walking closer to the bed.
"Mind if I sit?"
"Do what you want," I mumbled, continuing to write.
"When was the last time you two fought like that?"
"Never..."
"Seriously?"
I looked up from the pages of the journal to stare into his eyes.
"Yeah... Dean practically spoiled me as much as he could before he had to leave me behind. I swear I was one of the best things that happened to him. He loved having a little sister to look after."
Jack smiled at my words.
"Is there something else bothering you?" he asked.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, I doubt that fight was just about you running away all those years ago..."
I bit my lip, considering the accusation. It was true since Dean said yes to Michael and then basically decided to give up when he locked Michael away in his head, I had been on edge around him. I was scared the door in Dean's mind would give at any time and we'd have to deal with Michael all over again. However, I seriously doubted that that affected the argument I had just had with Dean over my running away.
"No, nothing else is bothering me," I lied.
"Are you sure?" Jack pressed.
"Yes, Jack, I'm sure," I insisted.
Jack studied my face, worry lines forming as his brow creased. I could tell he knew I was holding back, but I really didn't want to talk about what was going on in my head.
"Listen, we're all heading out on a hunt... Did you want to-"
"I'll stay here."
Jack nodded, getting up from my bed and heading toward the door.
"I'm sure it will be fine, Angie. He'll forgive you."
I didn't respond and he left the room.
Dean studied a body as I played on a playground not far off with some other children. He watched me for a minute as Sam walked up to him.
"You dote on her, too much."
"Do not."
Sam rolled his eyes and gestured to the body.
"No EMF. Find anything here?"
Dean took off his gloves and dropped them to the ground.
"Yeah, I got some kind of claw," he said, picking up the claw in question.
"What in the Hell has a claw like that?" Sam asked.
"That is a good question."
Dean pulled out his phone to make a call, looking back at me as I ran over.
Cass and Sam entered with Jack and Rowena, Dean held between them as they brought him into the sick bay. I followed with Maggie and a few other hunters.
"Wh-why won't he wake up?" I asked.
"It's a head injury," Sam said.
"I'll get ice," Maggie announced, she and the other hunters leaving the room.
"Cass, do it," Sam addressed him.
"Well... I still can't heal him. I can't even see what's going on inside his head."
"I can help," Jack spoke up.
"No. Jack," Cass stopped him. "I appreciate what you did for me, but you cannot afford to burn off any more of your soul."
Jack stormed out, upset and I followed him, unable to look at Dean laying motionless on the bed.
"Hello, little one."
I turned to see Michael-Dean standing there.
"That's impossible... You can't be-"
"I got out. And I'm going to make this brief because I have somewhere else I need to be."
"Then get on with it."
"I want to know what draws us to each other."
I smirked, staring him in the eyes.
"I want to know that, too. I guess we both get to remain in the dark."
Michael huffed, disappearing.
I opened my eyes, rushing toward the sick bay, but changed direction when I heard Maggie's scream.
"Maggie?!" Sam called as we entered the War Room.
"Sam!" she shouted, falling to the ground.
She screamed as her face began to glow. She collapsed to the ground, her eyes burnt out.
"Maggie!" Sam shouted again.
Just then, Rowena appeared in the doorway from the direction Maggie had run from.
"Hello, boys. I could've burnt them all, but I'm feeling very hands on."
"Michael," I said.
"That's right," Michael smirked. "I thought you'd appreciate this vessel."
"You let her go," Sam spat at him.
"Oh, please. She's much sturdier than she looks. Must be the hundreds of years of magic."
"Rowena would never have let you in," Sam shook his head.
"She didn't want to say yes," Michael agreed. "I had no intention of keeping my word, but I think she knew that. If only Dean had used that coffin when he had the chance."
"Never too late for a good idea," Dean said. "Sam, get the cuffs."
"That's not very nice," Michael pouted, waving a hand and causing Sam, Dean and Cass to fall to the ground. "And if we're not being nice, what if you couldn't breathe?"
Michael snapped once, and they began gasping, unable to get air into their lungs.
"That's a terrible feeling isn't it? What if you were also blind?" Michael continued, snapping once more.
"Sam?" Dean gasped out as their eyes turned a milky white.
"And what if you just hurt?" Michael finished, snapping again.
The three men on the floor all cried out at his words.
"But as fun as this is, I think no more games."
All three returned to normal, but remained on the floor, still trying to recover.
"This time, you all die. This time, the world burns."
I was rooted in place, unable to move as I stared in fear at Michael. Jack and I were the only two unaffected by his antics.
"Michael! Let them go!" Jack cried out, eyes glowing.
"You think you can match me, boy?"
Michael shot power out of his hand at Jack.
"This power you have now- it's nothing, just a crutch."
Another blast, this time from Jack, caused Michael to fall back.
"How dare you!" Michael shot another blast at Jack.
"Burning off your soul? You'll run out soon enough."
"It's worth the cost," Jack said.
"I should have killed you when I had the chance."
"I feel the same."
"I am the commander of the host!" Michael scoffed, sending a blast at Jack after each sentence. "I am the cleanser of worlds! I will not be challenged by a child!"
"I'm not a child! I'm the son of Lucifer. I'm a hunter. I am a Winchester!"
"Jack! No!" Cass called as Jack put his hands to Rowena's temples, forcing Michael out of Rowena's body.
"You won't hurt anyone ever again!"
A ringing filled the room and Sam, Dean, Cass and I covered our ears as the white of Michael's grace turned orange and funneled into Jack.
"Jack?" Cass asked.
Jack turned to face us.
"Michael- he's dead."
"Jack, a-are you, uh-" Cass stammered.
"I'm me again," Jack replied.
A bright light surrounded Jack and his eyes glowed as on the walls the shadow of wings unfolded.