Michael sits up when the door opens. Sam walks in with Patrick by his side and Rowena following behind.
"Hello wee one." Rowena forced a smile. Michael glared at the nickname. "You got yourself an inmate." She smirks at Patrick and slaps his cuffs.
Patrick rolls his eyes and looks round.
"You won't joking when you said a dungeon."
"You found a way?" Michael asks.
Patrick squats down so he was eye level with the kid.
"We're going to play a game." The Irish witch answers.
Michael frowns.
"A game?"
"Yeah. Its called hide and seek. Dean is the one hiding. I am the one that is going to find him and wake him up."
Michael's face darkens.
"Give him control?"
Patrick nods.
"That's the plan."
Michael huffs and looks at Sam.
"We are really doing that again Samuel."
"Yes." Sam leans forward and stares into Michael's eyes. "You are gonna lose again."
Michael swallowed at the thought of being trapped again. He hid his worry and his expression goes smug.
"I been wanting a rematch."
Sam tries his best to stay calm but the anger wouldn't go. The longer Michael was here the angrier Sam got.
He needed that archangel gone. If this spell goes wrong Patrick will regret mentioning the spell in the first place.
Sam goes to scoop the archangel up but Michael stands up and folds his arms.
"I have legs Sam. I can walk."
"I don't trust you." Sam glared. The archangel pouts and makes himself very clear he is not being picked up. Sam sighs. "Hold my hand."
"The same hands that shoved me in the..."
Michael goes quiet and quickly clears his throat. Okay he wasn't suppose to say that. He wasn't suppose to mention what happened back in Rocky's Bar. The experience still made Michael slightly on edge. The thought of Sam being in his head again did terrify the archangel.
Michael feels something warm wrap around his hand. He looks up and sees Rowena is holding his hand.
"Happy now wee one?" She says.
Michael responds and laces his fingers through hers. Rowena took that as a yes. Patrick hid his amusement as they walked upstairs into the War room. Michael sits down and Patrick stands behind him.
Patrick raises his cuffs.
"Ahem."
Sam sighs and unlocks the cuffs.
"You try anything..."
"I know." Patrick flexes his muscles and focuses on the kid. "Going to be a good boy for me Michael."
He places his hands on Michael's head.
"I don't want Sam." Michael's green eyes go wide as he looks at Patrick. "Does he have to come?"
"Yes he does." Sam says not fooling for this innocent, scared child act.
Patrick sensed the magic in Michael. He can see the strands of Rowena's magic traveling around the brain. Childlike behavior was slipping in from the magic and combining with Michael's current behavior. Patrick wasn't surprised its natural.
By looking at Michael's eyes Patrick had a feeling this wasn't an act. Patrick can see fear in those eyes. The archangel seemed afraid of Sam. Patrick notices Michael is still holding on to Rowena's hand. That gave him an idea.
"How about Rowena comes instead."
"Rowena is doing what?" Rowena frowned.
"No. She is watching Michael. I am going with you to get my brother and make sure you stick to the plan."
"Michael does not want you there."
Sam shakes his head.
"Not you aswell Patrick."
"Sam. This is a real reaction. This is not an act."
"Lucifer, Michael they lie, they manipulate you." Sam says.
"What I am seeing is a genuine reaction. He is scared of you Sam."
"I'm not scared."
Michael kicks himself for saying he didn't want Sam. Of course that would show he is scared. This curse has made him say some things he did not want to say.
"Good let him be scared." Sam says.
"It could affect my chances of waking your brother. Remember Sam Dean is sharing with someone. That someone is Michael. How Michael is feeling or doing can prevent me from waking Dean up."
"Even fear?" Rowena asks.
"Even fear." Patrick nodded.
"What are you gonna do when he attacks you huh?" Sam says.
Patrick chuckles.
"The spell is shielding him. In his mind he will be in child form. Don't worry Sam we will inform Dean about the little problem."
"Are you sure you know what you are doing?" Sam asks.
"This has saved people from possessions. Archangel is a new one but we could use Rowena's spell as an advantage. Michael will be weak." Patrick leans and whispers in Michael's ear "If this is an Oscar worthy performance from you and you're thinking yay no Sam, well two witches can be just as deadly I do know a few moves." He grins and looks at Rowena. "Hold my hand."
Rowena looks at Sam waiting for his permission. She wasn't happy about the plan but what Patrick says is true then they should be okay. Spells can form barriers in the mind.
Sam nods but the worry remained on his face.
"Can you get out if you need to."
Patrick smiles.
"I done witchcraft most of my life Sam. I know what I am doing. Rowena is one of the best you can get."
Rowena looks at him shocked by those words. She suddenly rolls her eyes at that familiar charming expression.
"Lets get on with it." She says. "Ready wee one?" She asks the archangel.
Michael puts on his most calm expression. The face he makes when he is ready for war.
Rowena holds the witch's hand. Patrick chants and encourages Rowena to follow. Sam watched with a nervous expression as the witches chanted.
Both witches heads drop down. Michael's head was the last to drop down.
Then it went quiet.
All Sam could do is wait.
The witches appear surrounded by nothing. Everything was black like the Empty. Rowena felt uneasy not liking the eerie, quiet atmosphere. She expected Dean's head to be more lively like a movie in a cinema. The Winchesters have saved the world many times. His mind should have the biggest hits.
"Scared." Patrick smirked noticing how tense Rowena looked.
"Surprised." Rowena says.
She walks towards the Irish witch. Her footsteps echo across the area of nothing.
"I can feel the spell. Dean is...four?" Patrick says.
"Four. Five I don't know. Sam says four then five." Patrick opens his mouth. "I think it is definitely four." Rowena cuts him off.
"I suggest we look into the four-year old memories. Spell will latch on to that area. He will be where the spell is at its most strongest."
A door appears followed by windows, bricks. It built up brick by brick until it became a house.
Rowena and Patrick step into the front garden and look at the house. Rowena looks through the window.
"I think we got a childhood memory." She says.
Patrick peers through the same window. Inside is a couple sitting on the couch snuggled up to each other. The woman smiles and leans on her husband. He smiles back and wraps his arms around her.
"I got to say Mary's husband is handsome." Rowena purred.
"Sam and Dean's parents?" Patrick asks.
"Aye. Wee boy must be asleep upstairs."
"So we go in."
"No no no." Rowena stops him from touching the door knob. "We can't just break in."
"This is not real Ro."
"It's real to Dean. If we break in Mama and Papa Winchester are going to react. Probably throw us out. Have you ever seen Mary Winchester fight?"
"No."
"You don't want to."
"Alright well we'll knock them out."
"Or maybe imagine ourselves in Dean's room."
Patrick smiles.
"Why did I not think of that." He puts a tooth pick in his mouth. That makes Rowena frown. "I imagined it." Patrick taps the stick in his mouth. "I missed it."
"Imagine the bloody room!"
Both witches focus and suddenly they are standing in a bedroom. Rowena looks down at the bed and smiles.
"There he is."
Rowena goes on one side while Patrick goes on the other.
"How do you want to do this." Patrick asks.
"Fergus I smacked him. That woke him up."
"We're not doing that." Patrick places his hand on Dean's shoulder. He rubs it. "Dean time to wake up."
The four-year old stirs and turns over.
"Come now dearie." Rowena says.
"He's waking." Patrick grins. "See Ro everything is going to be fine."
Dean yawns and rubs the sleep out of his eyes. He frowns at the two people hovering over his bed.
"Had a nice nap Dean?" Rowena asks.
Dean frowns.
"Who are you?"
Rowena laughs.
"Who am I? That's a silly question Dean."
"How do you know my name?"
Dean brings his knees up to his chest.
"Dean..."
"Who are you? I want my mommy where's my mommy."
"Sweetie how old are you?" Rowena asks. Dean's body is trembling with fear. "Hey hey its okay I am not going to hurt you. I just want to know how old you are?"
"Four."
Rowena's turns and gives Patrick a glare. Patrick has never seen her look that angry.
"Patrick." She said her voice low and dangerous.
Patrick grits his teeth and frowns at the child.
"This is my first time doing this type of spell Rowena." He laughed nervously. "Sam is going to kill me."
"He will kill me first!" Rowena yells.
The sudden raise in volume causes Dean to jump and tears roll down his cheeks.
"Dean stop crying." Patrick says. "This isn't real. You are not a kid. You are a man."
That caused Dean to cry harder. The kid is not going to understand what the Hell the witch is talking about.
"Shit." Patrick paces around the room. "There must be something that will trigger him." He stops and waves his hand. "Sam. Brother Sam."
Dean's crying has slowed down but fear remained on his face.
"You have no idea what I am on about do you." Patrick frowned.
"Mary, I think she was pregnant." Rowena says.
"So Sam is not born yet in this memory. Okay um future memory...Dean we met once you played for Bobby Singer. The game you gained lots of years. You went out as an old man."
"Is this the story of how you met the Winchesters." Rowena suddenly became interested.
"Remember Dean I gave Sam the clap. You know..." His eyes go down on his crotch. "It was a parting gift from me."
Rowena suddenly burst out laughing.
"Oh my..." She nearly had tears forming in her own eyes. "Pat that's brilliant."
"I'm creative." He grinned at her.
Dean's crying increased. These people are crazy and they scared him. He wanted mommy and daddy.
"Mommy." He sobbed.
"Not your type of bedtime story." Patrick sighed.
"The archangel Michael is possessing you." Rowena says after calming herself down. "You got to take control." Getting no response from Dean Rowena blows out a sigh. "We should have brought Sam here."
"We'll go back and tell him." Patrick nodded. "At least we made a start."
The witches go downstairs and out the front door. They both let out a huh when they enter a place that is certainty not outside.
"A bar Pat!" Rowena growled.
"Wasn't me. I thought it was you."
"It was me."
The witches turn and face the door. Michael stood at the door with his vintage style clothes on. He walks with confidence now he is in his adult form and his expression smug. He towers over the witches with an amused expression.
"I would like to see your moves now Patrick." Michael smiled. A smile so foreign to Dean's face.
"Patrick." Rowena growls at him.
Patrick tried to hide his nerves but he failed. He couldn't maintain this confident act. Not anymore.
"Like I said I never done anything like this before."
Suddenly Michael throws a punch.