AN: I am posting the remaining chapters of this story today. I have been doing some self reflection and have decided I need to take a break from Fanfiction for an indefinite amount of time. I decided before I log out, I would let you guys have the rest of the story. Thanks for sticking around and I hope you enjoy these last few chapters!

*TRIGGER WARNING: MENTION OF SELF HARM*

I lay on my bed, eyes closed and earbuds in, humming softly along to the music to calm me down. A knock sounded and I looked over to the open doorway where Dean stood.

"Are you listening to Metallica?" he inquired when I took out the earbuds and paused the music.

"Calms me down," I muttered.

Dean chuckled as he took a step further into the room.

"Can we talk?"

"About what?"

"Everything, I guess... The fight... The way we found you... What were you thinking?"

I looked down at my lap where my hands were folded, chewing my lip. It was a valid question. And as the person who raised me, Dean had the right to know the truth. However, I honestly didn't have an answer for him. I didn't know how to tell him that I had done that countless times over the years since running from Jody's. That I was almost one hundred percent certain that if I didn't have a demon and an angel inside my body increasing my tolerance, I would have drank myself to death years ago. That it was so much worse than that because when alcohol wasn't accessible I turned to the knives that I carried in my pack for hunting. But I didn't like dealing with the blood and stinging sensation after, so I mostly just drank until I couldn't feel anything. I didn't know how to tell him any of it.

"Angie?"

I looked up into the familiar green eyes, which were so wide and filled with concern that it made my heart clench in my chest. I had always been so jealous of those eyes. They were so complex and expressive and beautiful. They drew you in, so easy to get lost in. I had seen so many things in those eyes, even though the person didn't always voice his thoughts or feelings. There was a reason, I supposed, that they said the eyes were the window to the soul.

"I- I don't know what to tell you, Dean," I whispered.

"Angie, I'm sorry."

I know you are, Dean."

"Hello, little one."

I turned at the voice. Before me stood Sam and Dean's half brother Adam although I knew it wasn't really Adam.

"Michael," I breathed.

He smiled, and his eyes glowed briefly.

"I wondered if I would ever see you again."

"How am I... What happened?"

"No clue," he replied, "I haven't been topside in..."

"Right," I cut him off.

"However, it seems that that is about to change."

I furrowed my brow, confused and he gestured behind me. I turned to see the door to the Cage wide open.

"Every entrance and door in Hell is open," Michael continued. "Shall we?"

I turned back to see him offer a hand to me. Swallowing, I reached out and took it and we walked out together making our way out of Hell.

XxX

"I'm being summoned..."

"By who?"

Michael looked at me.

"Castiel."

He grabbed my hand and we appeared in an old warehouse.

"Michael?" Cass asked, turning to face us. "Thank you. Thank you for coming. Do you remember me?"

"You called me 'ass-butt' and set me on fire. And then you helped send me to Hell."

"I did... Angie?" Cass looked at me, as if just noticing I was there.

"Hey, Cass... Been a while."

"And now what?" Michael asked, ignoring our little exchange. "You've come to tell me that God, my father, creator of all things is my enemy? Or maybe you just came to beg forgiveness?"

"Oh, I didn't come to beg," Cass replied. "Angie, get back."

I barely managed to get away from my father as Cass flicked a lighter, causing Michael to be trapped in a ring of Holy Fire. Just then, Sam and Dean entered. Dean briefly glanced at me before fixing his gaze on Michael. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a pair of handcuffs. Michael looked back at Cass.

"Castiel, what have you done?"

XxX

We were back in the Bunker. Michael was pacing, his hands bound in the handcuffs.

"Even for you... Especially for you, this is stupid," he stated.

"Good to see you too, Mike," Dean replied sarcastically.

"Sam," Michael ignored Dean, "You look well. Last time I saw you in the Cage..."

"Yeah, it doesn't matter," Sam interrupted. "We need your help. God..."

"I've heard. Repeatedly."

"Well, then you're aware that..." Cass started.

"I'm not aware of anything," Michael stopped pacing to stare at the little group. "You're asking me to trust you- you, who doomed me, you, who let Lucifer walk free while your own brother sat in Hell."

"Doing what we do, we've had to get used to losing people. Probably too used to it. With Adam, we said goodbye because we thought we had to. We were wrong."

"Well, don't tell me. Tell him."

Michael's eyes flashed and his posture changed slightly.

"Hey, Sam. Dean."

"Adam?" Sam asked.

"Ha," Adam chuckled.

"Wait, Mic- Michael lets you talk? I mean, he lets you be?" Dean sounded surprised.

"Uh, yeah. In the Cage, we came to an agreement. We only had each other."

"Adam, look, I know we bailed on you, okay, and there is nothing we can say to fix that."

Adam sighed, rolling his eyes.

"How about, uh, 'I'm sorry'?"

His eyes flashed blue once more.

"Enough. Why am I here?" Michael demanded.

"Michael, we needed to speak to you because God is back," Cass explained. "You didn't think the Cage just opened on its own, did you?"

"If my father is back, he will usher in Paradise. Besides, Angelica already informed me of his return."

"No, he won't," Dean countered. "Because Paradise is boring, and your dad, he's just looking to be entertained. Which means we're his puppets. All of us, especially you."

"I won't hear this. You're lying. I don't know what your agenda is, but you're lying."

"Michael," Cass began, but Michael's eyes flashed once more.

"Hey. It's Adam," he chuckled. "I'd give it a rest. He's not listening. He wouldn't listen to her either."

XxX

"You've been with him this entire time?"

"Ditch him. Come back to us."

"I didn't ask Chuck to send me into the Cage with him. But he did and we both agreed it would be safer if we stuck together rather than splitting up."

"Seriously? You won't stay at Jody's when it was safer, but you'll stay with the angel who plays the role of nonexistent father? Tell me how the Hell that makes sense, Angie!"

"Why are we doing this again? You know, we never used to fight, but ever since you found me and learned the truth about who I was, we always seem to be at each other's throats."

Dean fell silent, staring at me as he absorbed my words. We were back in my room. After Michael refused to listen to what they had to say, they left Adam alone to stew. Dean had insisted on talking to me and an argument had swiftly ensued.

"You're right. I'm sorry," he acknowledged.

"It's fine... I get it. I do. It's just different, you know? Things change..."

"Yeah."

"Listen, Dean," I bit my lip, "I've been thinking for a while now... It might be better for me to go solo for a while. You've got a lot on your plate right now with Chuck and everything- you don't need to also be worrying about me all the time."

"Are you sure? You aren't going to do anything stupid the second you leave?"

"If I promised you I wouldn't drink when it gets bad and called you instead would that make you feel better?"

"A bit..."

"Then I promise. Anytime I get the urge to start I'll grab the phone instead."

"Then, alright. If you're so certain this is the best idea, I won't try and stop you."

I closed the space between us, wrapping my arms around him in a hug.

"I'll miss you."

"Just take care of yourself, okay?" Dean returned the hug.

"I will. Talk to you later, Dean-y Pie," I told him.

He chuckled, placing a kiss on top of my head. I pulled away, grabbing my bag and heading out of the room and to the entrance of the Bunker.