Sam didn't sleep well last night. The last few nights his mind has been filled with nightmares. It's got worse after Jessica gave her opinion on psychics. That conversation has haunted Sam ever since.
Jessica ignored Sam from the time they all entered the dungeons. Sam couldn't look her in the face every time he did all he saw is hatred and he knew the hatred is directed at him. She blamed him for Caleb's death. She saw him as a traitor and a liar. After all he did bring the Archangel Michael into their camp.
Although that wasn't his Jess her anger towards him did still break him. He always hated seeing Jess angry or upset. Part of him wanted to reach out and comfort her if he laid a hand on her he would most likely receive a punch to the face. This Jess didn't want his comfort, she didn't want him anywhere near her she hated him for everything that's happened. In her eyes Sam is worst than the angels. How can a human betray their own kind and join the enemy?
Jack, the boy who everyone looked up is also with the Archangel Michael. How was that possible? Did Michael brainwash him did Michael brainwash all of them? Brainwash, curse, mind control it wasn't an excuse Caleb is dead and they are the reason he is dead. Jessica can never forgive them.
Jess leans back against the cell and stares at the ceiling. She can feel Sam watching her from across the dungeon. She grits her teeth and keeps her eyes glued to the ceiling. She couldn't look at him she couldn't stand the sight of him. The huntress kicked herself for not noticing it sooner. She should have saw the signs that he was trouble. Instead she allowed herself to feel for him, she experienced emotions that she has never felt for any other guy. Now when she looks back at it these feelings it was a trap. Sam's connection with his Jess transferred to her. He used his feelings for his Jess to manipulate her. Jessica couldn't believe she fell under his spell.
A while later Jess finally looks at the younger Winchester. Sam looks away. Jess glares at him.
"Hey!" She yells. Sam closes his eyes. The huntress bangs her fist on the cell. "If you have something to say to me then say it to my face!." She again bangs the cell. "Come on!"
Sam turns his head towards her and sighs.
"Now you wanna talk." Jess raises her eyebrow. "I have tried talking to you but you wouldn't listen to me. One point you told me fuck off."
"I don't want to listen to your pathetic excuses."
"You wanna listen now?" Sam sits up straight and gives her an apologetic look. "Look, I'm sorry about Caleb." She scoffs and shakes her head. "I mean it." Sam nods. "You know I lost Caleb in my world did you think I wanted to go through that again? Caleb was a good man. My Caleb your Caleb didn't deserve death."
"You're the reason he's dead. You brought that monster into our camp."
"Michael? Jess Michael has changed."
"Changed?" She laughs with disbelief. "Changed? Is that suppose to be a joke?"
"Its...Its complicated."
"None of this is complicated Sam. Michael is a monster he destroyed our world and our people and you sided with him you and those freaks you call as friends."
"Don't talk about them like that." Sam glared.
"Castiel is one of them. Jack is an abomination that should not exist!"
"You don't mean that." Sam shakes his head. "You're angry and you are grieving you are not thinking straight at the moment."
"That's rich coming from the guy who sided with Michael. That bastard kicked your ass back at that camp and you still worship him like he is God. You say...I am not thinking straight?"
"That was..." Sam looks round making sure no angels are nearby. He leans forward and whispers. "That was an act."
Jess frowns.
"What?"
"We needed to get the fortress." Sam explained. "To get the ingredients for the spell to go home. Michael had to trick Raphael into believing he is on his side if Raphael knew Michael was with us he would kill him and...I can't lose Michael."
"Why?"
"Because he is possessing my brother."
Jess blinks several times. She runs his her fingers through her hair and gives the younger Winchester a puzzled look.
"Your brother Dean, that's true?"
"Yes."
"He said yes to Michael? Why the Hell would he do that?"
"He did it to save me." Sam replied his voice full of guilt.
"Did Michael threaten you?" Jess asks.
"No but his brother did. Lucifer."
Jessica's eyes widen.
"Lucifer."
"In my world yeah." Sam nods. "He took me and Jack. He...he took Jack's grace."
"That's what Raphael meant when he said Jack is human?"
"Yeah."
"But Jack attacked Michael."
"That surprised me."
"So his powers are coming back there is a chance Raphael could be..."
"I don't know." Sam interrupted her with a sigh. "I don't think Jack is back at full power it's not like you care anyway he's an abomination right?"
Jess looks down. She plays with her fingers and sighs with frustration.
"Sorry. I wish you were honest with us."
"If we told you the truth, you would have never took us in."
"No. At least we would have been safe. We are only in this mess because of you."
"Jessica, you might not believe it now but I can promise you we are gonna get out of here."
"How?"
"You have to trust Michael."
"No."
"Jess."
"No. I am not putting my life in his hands."
"Jess..."
"HE KILLED MY FAMILY!" Jess is up on her feet with her fists clenched. "THAT SON OF A BITCH TOOK EVERYTHING FROM ME. WHAT? YOU EXPECT ME TO BE BESTIES WITH HIM. ARE YOU KIDDING ME?"
" I don't expect you to forgive him. "
"I want him dead." Jess said her voice low and dangerous. "I wanna kill him for what he did."
"Jess he..."
"Changed. I don't care." Jess shakes her head. "That's not gonna bring my family back that's not gonna bring Caleb back. He has to pay for what he did."
"I can't let you do that."
"Because he is possessing your brother. Sam, your brother is gone."
"No he is not."
"Yes he is. He was gone from the time Michael possessed him. It's too late Sam."
"No it's not!" Sam's voice rose with anger. "He's alive and when this is all over I am getting him back."
"Then we will lose Michael. Michael will disappear, find another vessel and continue his plans."
"He wouldn't."
"You said this was an act." Jess wraps her fingers around the bars and narrows her eyes at him. "How do you know this isn't an act? Michael playing hero, gaining everyone's trust when the time is right..."
Her face darkens.
"He will kill us all."
Hannah opens the slit and looks through. Castiel looks up sensing her presence.
"Hannah."
"Castiel." Hannah nods. "I see you took my advice. I asked around there hasn't been anymore incidents that's good."
"Do I get rewarded for good behavior." Cas said sarcastically.
Hannah narrows her eyes.
"I believe children get rewarded with candy but you are not a child."
Cas raises his eyebrow at the small smile that spreads across Hannah's face.
"What are you doing here?" Cas asks.
"Guarding your post." Hannah answers. "I volunteered."
"Really?"
"Yeah. I..." She sighs. "Lord Michael is confusing me I would rather be out of his way."
"What do you mean by confusing?"
"One minute he is nice to me then the next he is telling me to get out. I went by the study this morning and he was smiling and... waving at me."
"What did you do?"
"I waved back." Hannah frowns. "That's what you do right?"
Cas nods.
"Yes." Hannah shakes her head with bewilderment. "Why are you telling me this?" Cas asks.
"I'm curious do you know what happened to Michael? Why he is so...different?"
Cas didn't answer. Feeling intrigued Hannah unlocks the door and walks in. She closes the door and folds her arms.
"I already told Michael everything."
"I'm here on my own terms." Hannah answers. "I wanted to ask you something yesterday but I thought it was a bad time so I am going to ask now."
Cas mentally prepared himself for another round of questioning. His face turned puzzled when he saw the other angel looking at him with awe.
"Tell me." Hannah smiles. "About paradise."
A loud bang caused Kevin to sit bolt upright.
"Wha..."
He blinks and looks down at his work. He sees the sunlight pouring in and silently curses. He fell asleep on the job again.
Another bang echoed through the room causing the young Prophet to nearly fall out of his chair.
"Kevin." Michael's sing-song voice came from the door.
Oh no.
Kevin turns his head round.
"Sir." He said his voice strained.
"Can I come in? I want to talk to you."
"Uh... Yeah sure you can come in."
The door opens and Michael steps in. The archangel's smile widens when he sees the Prophet. Kevin swallows not liking this happy side of the archangel. When Michael is like this that usually meant nothing good.
Michael's smile fades and he furrows his eyebrows. Kevin's eyes widen when he realizes he is still sat down.
"On shi..." He quickly stands up and nearly knocks the chair over in the process. "Lord Michael."
He bows and places his hands behind his back. Michael looks him over.
"Someone needs coffee."
"Who me umm..." Kevin laughs a little. "I'm fine."
"The bags under your eyes tell me the opposite." Michael sits down. He taps the chair next to him and smiles. "Have a seat."
Kevin cautiously sits down. He rests his hands on his lap and forces himself to look at Michael.
"Okay what did I do this time?"
"Nothing." Michael replied.
"Nothing." Kevin repeated with disbelief.
"First of all I wanted to apologize." Michael shifts in his seat looking uncomfortable. "For everything..." He looks down. "I don't expect you to forgive me."
What?
Kevin secretly pinches himself to see if he is dreaming. No this is not a dream this is truly happening. The Archangel Michael has just apologized to him.
"Sir, what do you want me to do?"
"What do you mean?"
"You obviously want something." Kevin raises his eyebrow. "That's the only reason you would be talking to me."
"Kevin, I don't want anything from you." Michael then sighs. "Okay maybe one thing." Kevin wanted to throw his hands up in the air and say I told you so but he didn't want to anger the archangel so he kept his hands on the lap. "But I mean what I said." Michael continued. "I am sorry."
"Yesterday you thought I was a hallucination." Kevin frowned. "Did you mean what you said?"
"Every word. I know you think the order was a good thing but it wasn't. I sent you to die how is that okay?"
"You promised me Heaven, mom." Kevin said with pain in his voice. "It was the best thing to ever happen to me."
"You're so young you had so much life ahead of you."
"Did I though? Reading books, translating tablets that's a life worth living? I didn't even want to be Prophet all it has done is bring me pain and misery. When you gave me the order I saw it as a chance to finally be free."
"There is still a chance."
"You're gonna kill me?" Kevin said with excitement rising in his voice.
"No." Kevin slumped at that. "I am going to offer something even better...paradise."
"Um..." Kevin frowns. "We had this conversation before you promised me I can go with you and see the hot women."
"I never broke that promise."
"It did break when I died."
"Now it's not." He smiles. "You're back."
Yay Kevin thought with a sigh.
"You and Raphael are going to paradise?" Kevin asks.
"Raphael is not coming."
"Not coming?"
"No."
Why?
"He will destroy it."
"You are going to paradise without Raphael. How are you going to do that?"
"I have a plan." Michael leans forward and places his hand on the Prophet's shoulder. "I need you to do your end of the bargain."
"The favor." Kevin looks down at his work and shakes his head. "I don't know if Raphael finds out he will kill me." He then laughed. "No he wouldn't kill me I'm too precious to him. He will do something...something very...very painful." He grimaced at the thought.
"I will not let him hurt you." Michael assured him. "Look I get you are scared but things are different now. If you help me we can get out of here and go to paradise. You will see the hot women and...your mother is alive in the other world."
Kevin's breath hitched at that part.
"Mom."
"She's alive Kevin." Michael smiles. "You can be with her again."
"But..." Kevin sighs. "I'm not her son and she's not my mom."
"But she is Linda Tran. She's your mom."
"Not the one who raised me." Kevin shook her head. "I can't replace her son that's...that's not right." His eyes shine with tears. "I miss my mom."
A tear rolls down the archangel's face. Before Kevin could ask Michael quickly turns away and wipes the tear away.
"I had something in my eye." Michael forced a smile.
"Okay." Kevin sobbed.
Michael stands up and pushes the chair back under the table.
"I would really like it if you come with me Prophet you deserve a fresh start if you don't want to see Linda that's fine...the women are really hot."
Kevin looks at Michael's smirking face.
"Did you..." Kevin swallows. "Did you meet the hot chics?"
"Oh Prophet." Michael grins. "I slept with one of them." Kevin's mouth drops open. "You're surprised." Michael chuckled.
"I um...I wasn't expecting that."
"That could be you. Think about it me and you on the beach drinking pina coladas and hooking up with some very beautiful women. Actually it would be you getting the girls I'm still trying to get over my previous one." Kevin stared at him with wide eyes. Michael laughs awkwardly. "I'm going too fast. Sorry I'm still new to the whole making friends thing. We'll start slow, we got to gain each other's trust first right? To do that we must help each other. I help you, you help me consider it as a partnership. What do you say?"
Kevin badly wanted to be with his mom. He remembered a time when his mom was alive and she told him to live his life.
"I ain't going to be around forever sweetie. You're a big boy now you can take care of yourself."
"But mom I can't do this without you."
"You can. I want you to live your life to the fullest. I don't wanna see you in Heaven until you are old and frail."
"You want me to die of old age?"
"I want you to live all the way."
Kevin smiles and looks at the archangel's hopeful face.
"Okay. I'm in."
"Excellent." Michael grinned.
"So what do we do?" Kevin asks.
"I got to sort a couple of things out before we get going."
"What do I do?"
"You...You need to distract my brother."
If anyone has any ideas on how Kevin can distract Raphael please feel free to share. If I like what I see I might include it. It can be funny I'm all for funny ideas :D.
Next chapter coming soon.