Sam had no idea why he is here. Jessica didn't even need his help. She was only cooking a can of beans and rice. She seemed fine she didn't look like she was struggling. Sam simply watched her. He watched the way she moved and spoke. His heart fluttered when she started to hum as she cooked the rice on the fire. He recognized the song she was humming. His Jess used to sing it every time she baked.

Sam takes a deep breath and mentally counts up to ten. He breathes out and shoves the grief deep down.

Looks like her but it's not her. He kept telling himself over and over.

When she looked at him he felt the grief crawling its way back up to the surface again.

Damm it!

Fortunately she turned away and went back to focusing on her food again.

"Sam. "

Sam jumps and looks round. There is no one else here.

"Sam are you okay? "

Sam looks across the camp and sees Michael standing by the tree. The archangel was watching him. He looked concern.

"Sam I can feel your grief from here. "

Michael's mouth wasn't moving yet Sam can hear his brother's...Michael's voice in his head.

Sam wasn't sure how to respond. Does he shout out he is fine or reply mentally to him.

"Sam!"

Michael started walking towards him.

I'm fine!

Michael paused. He heard Sam's voice in his head. He smirks.

"You can't lie to me. I know you are struggling. Want me to pull you out? You can help me find information on my dear little brother."

I'm fine. Sorry my emotions are annoying you. He replied sarcastically.

Michael frowns.

"I was just trying to help Sam. I know how it feels to lose a woman. It...hurts. It hurts a lot."

Lose a woman. Seriously when have you ever...

"Her name was Danneel."

Sam goes quiet when he saw the pain in Michael's eyes. The younger hunter mentally kicked himself. He was so consumed in his own grief he forgot about Michael's relationship to Danneel. It was the first time the archangel experienced love. He fell in love with God's creations. Then Michael lost her. Just like he lost his father. Everyone Michael loves he loses them.

No wonder Michael had issues.

"My apologizes." Michael lowers his eyes. "I'll leave you alone."

Sam sighs.

Michael.

The archangel turns away and walks off.

"You okay?" Jessica joins Sam's side and frowns. "You don't look to good."

" I'm fine. " He replied.

Jess's lips press into a thin line. She didn't look convinced. She knew Sam was hiding something. Whatever it was it was clearly bothering him. She wasn't going to push him to open up. She has only just met him she couldn't expect him to suddenly tell his life story to her.

Though she had to admit she was curious on how he knew her counterpart.

Knowing she needed a distraction Jess starts putting the food into containers. She glanced at Sam now and then. She examined his board back, shoulders, long wavy hair that she so badly wanted to touch. Both brothers are handsome but there is something about Sam that made her feel complete. He made her feel whole again.

Jessica couldn't bear the thought of being away from him so that's why she asked him to join her. These sudden feelings she has gained scared her. She is a survivor. She's been independent since the day her parents were killed by Michael's army. When Jess watched her parents being tortured and killed, something changed inside her. She put all her focus on one emotion and that was anger. She used that anger to fight through battles and kill every angel that got in her way.

Her goal was to kill Michael. She wanted his head on a spike for everyone to see. He gave out the order to kill everyone who lived in her town. Innocent people died including her parents. She to was meant to die that day but Caleb arrived and saved her seconds before she met her tragic fate.

From that day her and Caleb hunted the angels and saved the humans. That's how they formed this group.

Her anger kept her going and helped her survive. Her and Caleb are inseparable. They are the hunting duo. They had sex in the past. There was nothing romantic going on between them. It was more of a friends with benefits type of relationship or as Jess once said to him she saw this as a stress reliever a way to unleash her anger. Having all that built up rage needed to go somewhere.

When she met Sam. When she pointed that gun at him for the first time in ages she felt different. The anger she once had subsided. When they announced Michael's death she felt relief. There was rumors going around Michael was killed but now the rumors are confirmed Jess felt a heavy weight lift off her. The burden she carried was gone.

Spending time with Sam has caused other emotions to come to the surface. The anger was gone and she found herself feeling relaxed. She felt drawn to Sam like she was meant to meet him. She felt they were meant to be together which was weird considering she has never seen him in her life. She felt happier when being around him she felt safe. If he left her now she would feel alone and vulnerable.

Jessica really couldn't understand this sudden wave of emotions. She never had feelings like this with Caleb.

What the Hell is this?

Her thoughts are interrupted when Sam clears his throat.

"Want me to help you with that?"

"Um yeah sure."

She gives him the container. His hand goes on hers. Both pause and look into each other's eyes. Then Jess ducks her head and pulls her hand away. She runs her fingers through her messy pony tail and says.

"I'm gonna go and get Cal. Tell him supper is ready."

"Uh yeah okay."

Jess nods and walks or more like runs off. Sam leans on the table and takes several breaths.

Why did we have to come back. Why?

Sam sits down. He sighs sadly.

I wish you were here Dean.

He sat like that for a while. Grieving for everyone he lost including Dean. Although Dean is alive he is not there by Sam's side.

Caleb's yell causes Sam to stand up and he goes and joins everyone around the camp fire.

Jack is sat next to Cas. The former nephilim felt gutted. He thought he used his powers. When Cas told him it was Michael Jack was mad. He didn't want Michael's help. He wished Michael would back off. Jack knew he was being dramatic but being back here in this world with these people it brought back all the bad memories. His hatred towards the archangel was increasing by the second.

Judging by Michael's crushed expression Jack knew Michael was feeling his anger.

The archangel turns away from his alternative nephew's face and focuses on the other people in the group. Amber was smiling at him. She then uncrossed her legs like Sharon Stone from the movie Basic Instinct. Michael almost gasped as she revealed her passageway to him. She crosses her legs and puts on an innocent face. Michael's dick twitched in response. He hated it. He would happily smite this woman right here right now.

Quentin swallows his spoonful of rice and clears his throat.

"So boys. What happened in your world. Tell us everything."

Caleb raises his eyebrow.

"Really Quentin?"

"I wanna know why it is called paradise. Caleb you must be curious to. They said they knew you and Jess." His eyes go on to Sam. "Tall boy care to share to the class."

"Um..." Sam nervously looks round. He saw Jess staring at him with a curious expression. He swallows and rubs his sweaty palms on his jeans. "Okay well um I knew Caleb for years. He was a hunter."

"Aww so my other me went down the same road." Caleb laughed.

"You..umm he was a good hunter."

"Was?"

"He...died."

Guilt shows on Sam's face as he remembers Caleb's death. Caleb slaps the younger Winchester on the knee and grins at him.

"Don't feel bad at least I helped people right?"

"Yeah." Sam smiles. "You did."

"What about the girl?" Quentin asks.

"The girl has a name." Jessica glared.

Quentin ignores her.

"Maybe we should leave it there." Michael says not liking where this is going.

"I ain't talking to you!" Quentin glared.

Michael looked worried.

"Sam you don't have to say anything."

"No its okay." Sam assured him. "I knew Jessica. We both went to Stanford."

"You went to Stanford?" Jessica asks.

"Yeah."

"So did I." Jess grinned. "How cool is that other version of me went to Stanford."

Jessica didn't want to push Sam earlier about his life but now that he is talking about it she wanted to know more.

"Me and her we were um friends um good friends."

Quentin choked on his beans. He coughs and bangs his chest.

"You were an item?"

"Yeah."

Jessica's eyes widen. Is this the reason why she had feelings for him? Did she have the same feelings as her counterpart? Was Sam playing with her mind? Jessica suddenly didn't want to know anymore. She can already feel the sweat pouring down her face at the realization. Of course Quentin wanted to know more.

"You say you were friends." He said the last part in a dramatic tone. "What happened?"

Sam chewed on the inside of his cheek. It was easier talking about Caleb's death but Jess is a different story all together.

"She...She died."

Jessica blew out a breath she didn't realize she was holding. Although she has never met her counterpart her death did hurt.

"How did she die?" Quentin asks.

Sam's hands are shaking. The fire and her screams still haunted him to this day. A tear rolls down his cheek. No one noticed because he kept his head down. Michael noticed due to enhanced senses. He looks at Quentin.

"That's none of your business." Michael snapped at the older hunter.

"It is my business." Quentin glared at him. "This is my damm camp after all. You should be grateful to be a part of it."

Michael laughs.

"You don't even want us here."

"What about you smart ass." Quentin raises his eyebrow. "Who did you lose?"

"Lose?"

"Clearly death follows you."

"How do you know that?"

"It's funny how you both knew Caleb and Jessica and now they are both dead." He spat out the last part. "Makes me wonder if my Caleb and Jessica will suffer the same fate."

"They won't." Michael stated firmly.

"Hmm. I'm not convinced."

"Quentin please leave it." Caleb begged.

"Tell me." Quentin leans towards the archangel. "What do you think of the Archangel Michael."

"Michael." Michael laughs. "Why are we talking about him. He's dead."

"I just wanna hear ya thoughts. What's your opinion on him?

"He's dead." Michael repeated. "End of discussion."

"What about Raphael? You seemed very interested in him. I saw you earlier talking to the hunters asking very specific questions."

"I thought you were having a nap."

Quentin's lips form into a smirk. Michael sighs.

He was spying.

"Why are YOU so interested?"

"I wanted information. I like to know everything about my enemy. Their strengths and weaknesses. It benefits the mission."

"He has a point." A hunter pointed out. "Raphael is a threat. The more information they know the better. They are our only hope in stopping him."

"We know the nephilim is a powerful kid." Quentin nodded to Jack. "They got an angel." He gave Cas a dirty look. "They got a hunter." He gestured to Sam. He looks at Michael. "What about you?"

"Hunter." Michael grinned. "One of the best."

"Is it because of your abilities."

Michael frowns.

"Abilities."

Quentin grins. Excitement showed in his eyes.

"I was gonna mention it earlier but I let tall boy speak first because I wanted to save the best for last."

"What are you talking about?" Caleb asks.

"I saw Dean earlier leaning on the tree. He was near my tent. This was his exact words." He clears his throat. "I really hate being an empath."

It went silent. Sam and Cas look each other while Jack became tense. Michael laughs a little.

"That was an expression."

"Hmm. That's what they all say. I hate angels. I also hate psychics. They are a freak of nature. I don't want an empath in this camp manipulating us."

"We are on your side." Cas says.

"YOU LIED TO OUR FACES!" Quentin roared.

"QUENTIN THAT IS ENOUGH!" Caleb yelled.

"YOU WANT A FREAK IN YOUR CAMP HUH!"

The shouts and arguments got louder. Michael places his hands on his head and moans as the emotions hit him like a wave. The ringing in his head increased his head felt like it was going to explode. Pain went through him and Michael suddenly found himself on the rack again. The screams from the souls roared in his ears and the demons laughter pierced through his skull.

The sound of whistling caused fear to rise inside the archangel. He saw the white eyed demon walk towards him with that familiar smirk on his face.

"I'm not here." Michael shook his head. "I'm not here."

Alastair pressed the tip of the blade against Michael's throat. He chuckles and amusement danced in his eyes. He raises the blade and goes towards the archangel. As soon as the blade made contact with his skin Michael screams and pulls at the chains. The chains snap and fall on the ground.

The demon's eyes widen in surprise. Michael punches him and they both go on the ground.

Michael wraps his hands around Alastair's throat and starts to strangle him. Alastair shook under the archangel's grip. He bangs the archangel's chest and gasps. Michael wasn't going to let go. Alastair tortured him. Michael wanted to make the demon suffer.

"Not so powerful now huh." Michael laughed. He increases his grip and smirks at Alastair's struggle. "I am going to enjoy this."

He was about to unleash his power when suddenly a hand goes on his shoulder.

Then the archangel fell into the darkness.

Michael lands on his ass. He quickly looks round. His eyes are wide with fear. He then realized he is back in camp. The archangel sighs with relief. His relief vanishes when he saw a body on the ground. Caleb is kneeling by the body and checking for a pulse. Panic appears on Caleb's face.

"Guys. Guys I can't feel a pulse!"

Michael goes pale when he saw the person's face. Quentin is on the ground. His chest is still. Michael swallows and looks at his hands. Horror shows on his face when he realized what he done.

He killed a man.

His friends are going to pay the price.