Hey all! Sorry I haven't posted in a while! As a quick trigger warning, this is where Apocalypse Kevin dies. If you don't want to read that, no shame whatsoever. The next chapter will also have a trigger warning for different reasons, so please feel free to skip ahead as needed.

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Kevin stayed with me as he explained that Michael was gone. There was a place where the barrier between our worlds was thin. Michael wanted to try and break in from there.

He kept looking at me as he spoke, guilt and fear covering his face.

Eventually he was done, going to sit in a corner and think. Jack and Mary called me over to discuss, both of them troubled.

"We can't let Michael get through." Mary said. All of us agreed.

"We should go after him." Jack added.

"Kylie?" I heard Kevin from behind me. I turned to look at him, offering him a small smile and a hand. When I turned back to Mary and Jack, both of them were looking at me with concern.

"You should tell him the truth." Mary said quietly.

"I will." I promise. "But that's not an easy thing to tell someone."

"You're not his wife." Jack said. "You married Castiel."

"Not in this universe." I pointed out. "Look, I'm sorry. I reacted to what was happening. I couldn't just look at him and tell him 'no, I'm not your dead wife, but I happen to be her amnesiac clone from the universe Michael is trying to break in on.'" I looked at the both of them. "I didn't know what to do. I still don't!"

"Just talk with him." Mary encouraged gently. "It'll be OK. If he loves his wife, and cares about you, he'll understand that you're not the same person."

I nodded at her words, and headed over to Kevin. He smiled brightly when he saw me, still unable to believe what he was seeing. "You're real." He repeated. I nodded.

"I'm real."

"You're here."

"I'm here."

"You…" He stopped, thinking. I could see something cross his eyes. "You're not supposed to be here."

"Yeah, well," I shrugged. "I am."

"No, you don't understand." He said, gripping my arm. He pulled me in close to whisper. "You're not supposed to be here. You," he glanced at the others for a moment. "You can't be here. Not here. Not now."

"I know." I repeated, offering him a kind smile. "I know, I was dead."

"You…" His breath caught. "You remember that? You remember not dying?"

"Not exactly." I started. I took a deep breath. Mary was right. I had to tell him the truth. "Look, Kevin," I stopped, hearing the talking behind me get louder.

"Jakob's right." Jonah's voice. He sounded angry. "Leaving his plans like this? The prophet?" He cast a side glance at the two of us. "It's too sloppy."

"Or he doesn't care." Archer offered.

"Doesn't care?" Jonah asked. He sounded as though the notion was incredulous.

"They're wrong." Kevin muttered.

"He knows we can't stop him." Archer pointed out. "He's probably making his move as we speak."

"No." Jack said firmly. "I can go, right now. If I can surprise Michael, I can kill him."

"Jack, no." Mary said.

"Not without me." I added. Mary shot me a glance as Kevin pulled me back.

"No. You can't go. He'll kill you!" Kevin said. "I lost you once, I can't lose you again. I… You can't be here!" He repeated.

"Do we?" I heard Mary behind me. This got Kevin's attention. "Michael could've left this map as bait. Bobby's only a day out. We should wait."

"Bobby's coming?" Kevin asked. Mary nodded. "Mary's right." Kevin told us. "Michael, he… never does anything without a reason."

"Even leave you behind?" I asked Kevin softly. I watched him flinch at those words, thinking.

"Michael. He…" He thought. "He brought you back. As a test."

"That's not what happened." I promised.

"Then tell me what did happen!" Kevin pleaded. "Please, Kylie. I know you don't like telling people things, but I thought we'd gone past that after Metatron."

"Metatron?" I asked. Kevin looked at me sharply.

"Yeah." He said slowly. "Metatron. You remember him, don't you?"

"I don't remember much of anything." I admitted honestly. The name sounded familiar, causes bits of anger and sadness to stir in me for a moment, but I remembered nothing. "I don't have my memories."

"But you remember me, right?" Kevin asked. "Bobby told you about me, and about us, at least? Right?"

"Yes, yes, he told me." I promised. Kevin stopped, thinking.

"But you remember it, right?" He tried again. "You remember me. You remember us. You remember." I watched something frantic cross Kevin's eyes as he strode towards me, gripping my shoulders tightly. "Tell me you remember." He requested. "Tell me you know who I am. TELL ME," when I reached up to grasp his forearm, he stopped. His eyes landed on my hand, and for a moment I couldn't tell what it was he was seeing.

Until I looked at the ring I still wore.

"That's not the ring I gave you." He said slowly, letting go of my shoulders to grab my hand. He looked from it to me in pain. "That's not the ring. That's not, you're not," he looked back up at Jack and Mary, and realization dawned on him. "You… You're not her." Kevin accused, dropping my hand. I looked down, feeling more guilty and ashamed than I ever could.

"No." I admitted. "I'm sorry. I'm not. I don't remember a lot, that part was true, but… From the evidence we have, and the little bits I do remember… I'm not the Kylie that was from this universe." I looked back up at him. His face… He looked so hurt, so betrayed. "I'm sorry."

"You lied to me." He stated. "You tried to trick me. You tried to tell me you were my wife when," his eyes flickered to my hand again, to that ring. "That's not the ring I gave you, but you're still wearing it. You're wearing it like where you would wear a wedding ring." He looked at me with confusion. "Did you marry the other me, in the other universe?"

My silence told him everything he needed to know, but I shook my head anyways. Kevin threw his hands in the air. "You… You married someone else, in that other universe!" His voice got louder and angrier and he spoke, drawing the attention of the others. "Did you ever really love me?!"

"Kevin, calm down." I pleaded, reaching out towards him. The others were whispering and glancing about, looking between me, Jack, and Mary. They didn't know. They weren't supposed to know. I had to defuse the situation.

"Don't touch me!" Kevin shouted, smacking my hand away. He backed away until he hit the table, shaking with anger and other emotions I couldn't place. "Michael… He was right. I'll see you – my you, the real you – when my work is done."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Kevin?" Mary asked next. She looked from me to him. "What's wrong? What work are you talking about?" She asked the question calmly.

"Michael," Kevin stammered out. "He told me to wait… for Bobby, for all of you to be together. But I can't. Not with her." He pointed angrily at me. "He wanted you to see."

"Whatever Michael said, he was lying." Mary urged.

"Kylie, get back." Jack said, just loud enough for me to hear. I didn't, though. I stood my ground, maybe seven feet away from Kevin as he continued to speak.

"No! Michael said... that when I get to Heaven – when he lets me into Heaven – I'll get to see my Mom again." He looked at me sadly. "I'll get to see you again. The real you. The one I married. The one that loves me."

"I've been to Heaven," Mary argued. "And what's there... it's just memories. Nothing's real." Kevin just shook his head, becoming more and more irate.

"I don't care!" He shouted. "You don't understand! I... You don't know the things that I've done. I just want this to be over." I watched as he pulled his shirt open, and on it was a mark. It had been carved into his chest.

"Kylie, get back. Get back now." Mary ordered. I moved towards Kevin instead, and he placed a hand above the mark.

"Stop right there!" He shouted. I stopped, looking up at him.

"Don't do this." I begged. "I'm sorry I'm not your wife. You have no idea how much I wish I was the Kylie from this world some days. I can't even remember who I am."

"It doesn't matter. You lied to me." Kevin said. "I have my orders. I have Michael's promise." He looked at everyone else behind me. "I know what I have to do."

"Your spell won't kill me." Jack pointed out.

"Michael doesn't want to kill you. He wants to break you. He said for me to tell you that, 'Even if you win, you still lose.'" Kevin looked back at me at that. I watched his hand falter for just a moment. "Did you mean it?" He asked. "When you said you loved me earlier, did you really mean it?"

My silence was all the answer he needed.

He took a breath, re-steadying his hand. "Then I'm sorry." He said.

"Kevin, don't!" I shouted, but it was too late. He slammed his hand down on the mark. In an instant, the room began to glow an awful white. In that same moment I felt my arms come up, crossing themselves in front of my chest with open palms towards Kevin, as though to block his spell. "NO!" I screamed, squeezing my eyes shut.

And…

I felt it.

I felt his spell part around me, as though I was encased in some thin bubble. I opened my eyes, and I could see it. I could see pure and angry white energy parting around a thin bubble of gold and… purple?

Yeah. In the gold, there were little streaks of purple, like they were holding the parts to a wall together. I could see bursts of colored light moving from purple to gold and back again, but instead of the movements being quick and precise they were in slow motion. It was like everything in the world slowed down around me. I could see the slowness of the white parting around me, the gold and purple exuding from myself in thick multitudes to solidify as an encapsulating shell around me. I looked back, the movement agonizingly slow, and I saw Jack. I saw his wings, dark and shadowed in the same gold, but firm. They were covering Mary, the harsh whiteness of Kevin's spell parting around him and Mary like it was doing around me.

Jack locked eyes with me, the shock and surprise evident on his face. He thought I would be dead. He was certain he was about to watch me die.

I was pretty surprised too, in all honesty.

I looked back forwards, that same slowness overtaking me, and I almost fell back in shock. I could… I could see a face, through the barrier. A new face. A different face.

He had brown hair, short, with blue eyes. His skin was lightly tanned. He had a bit of scruff for a beard, but not anything full. There were the barest hints of a light brown jacket at his shoulders, with a tie and a white shirt. His face was framed in an oval, like a window, with a firmer gold and purple edge around it. Purple was seeping in more and more, though, quickly becoming more prominent within the gold and even starting to overtake it.

I didn't focus on that as much, though. In that moment, I focused on the man's eyes.

They looked kind, yet pained.

They were blue, like a clear sky or an untainted lake or a rare and peaceful bird.

They felt familiar.

I could almost reach out and grasp at the memory…

The light (and the figure) was gone just as soon as it had been there, and in its place… Everyone else had been turned to dust, Kevin included. The only ones left were me, Mary, and Jack.

Mary looked up at me from the ground. She seemed… absolutely astounded. "You just used magic." She stated. I nodded, taking in a few deep breaths.

"Yeah, I did." I muttered. My arms were still crossed in front of me. Out of curiosity, I turned them over so I could look at my palms and the insides of my forearms. They were covered in burn marks and ash, but they were intact. I was pretty certain the rest of me looked that way as well. "I guess that answers a pretty important question then."

It was then that I felt a wave of nausea sweep over me. I collapsed to my knees, still looking at my arms.

"Kylie?" Jack asked. His voice was too loud. It made my head hurt. And hurt. And hurt. It kept hurting more and more and more, the pain increasing faster than I could manage. I puked on the ground in front of me.

Then the ground did the funniest thing. It turned on its side, turning me with it until I was looking at the ceiling. I could just barely see Jack and Mary at the corners of my visions before it was all gone.