Guest: Will God appear? Hmm we'll see.

Every tick from the clock rang in Sam's ears. The blank expressions from the witches made Sam feel anxious. A bang on the door startles Sam. He stands up and faces the stairs.

"Sam?"

Jack walks in with a smile that would light up the room.

Sam frowns.

"Jack?"

Cas steps in and closes the door behind him.

"You're back?" Sam says.

"We finished the hunt." Jack smiled.

The former nephilim and the angel walk down the stairs. Jack's smile drops when his eyes go on the small child sat on the chair. His eyes go wide when he sees Rowena and this man Jack did not know with their hands on Michael's head.

"Sam what's going on?" Cas asks having the same matching expression.

"They are helping me get Dean back." Sam answers.

"Who is he?" Jack asks.

Sam looks at Patrick.

"Um...an old friend." Sam tried to stay as vague as possible.

"You decided to do this without telling us." Cas says.

"I couldn't wait."

"Is it working?" Jack asks.

Sam sighs.

"I don't know."

Patrick lets out a groan as he stands up. The archangel has been beating him non stop. The witch has tried to snap he and Rowena out but he is being blocked.

Patrick really should have not underestimated Michael. Heaven's greatest fighter that is true this guy can kickass. Patrick would have enjoyed this fight if it wasn't happening to him.

Rowena, Michael hasn't laid a hand on her. He brushes past her like she is not even there. Rowena is standing at the corner of the bar fear on her face.

Michael walks past her and heads for the Irish witch.

"You doing a cloaking spell? If you are I want in." Patrick yells to the witch.

"I can see her." Michael picks Patrick up and slams him into the wall.

"Why not hit her?" Rowena glares at him. "Sorry Ro but its true. He hasn't touched you."

The archangel couldn't think of an answer. Why has he not laid a hand on Rowena? Then he smirks.

"You're more fun."

He increases his grip around Patrick's throat. Rowena couldn't stand back any longer and watch Patrick suffer. She is scared yes and Patrick is not a friend of hers but he needed help so she will help him.

She wanted to get out of Dean's head as soon as possible.

"Stop!" Rowena yells.

Michael turns but keeps his hand around Patrick's throat.

"Your friend was so certain he was going to win this game of hide and seek." Michael chuckles. "Turns out I found you both and Dean continues to be right where he is. Asleep. I must say it is the most peace I had from him in ages. I might continue this sleep idea when this curse wears off."

"You can keep the control just let us go."

"I deserve this moment." Michael growled. "I have been living through Hell since you put this curse on me."

"I am sorry wee one."

"Stop calling me that!" Rowena flinched but did her best to not freak out. "On the outside I am an infant but in here, you are looking at the archangel who can rip you apart limb by limb. People fear me." He grins. "You should be very afraid of me aswell."

"Is that what you want?" Patrick coughed out.

Michael frowns.

"Pardon?"

"I thought angels are supposed to be you know what people admire and look up to. Priests are obsessed with you. God..."

"God is not what you think he is. Everyone including me are just characters of his story."

"I don't understand." Rowena frowned.

Michael loosens his grip causing Patrick to fall on the ground.

"You see God has all these worlds. So many versions of me. We all do the same thing. Follow and obey no questions asked. I was loyal to my father I did everything I could to impress him. I did not receive the same love that I gave him. He was an absent father. Despite this I continued to run Heaven and cherish every single creation he made."

Michael paces around the bar as he talks. Patrick grabs a bottle from the shelf and takes a swig of it. He waves the bottle at the Scottish witch. Rowena shakes her head and keeps her eyes on Michael.

Patrick pushes a glass of milk towards the archangel.

"Drink?"

Michael frowns at the glass.

"Why you giving me milk?"

"I would give you a pint but it might affect Dean's physical development."

"The drink is not real." Rowena frowned.

"It could still do something. Being drunk in the mind might affect you in the real world. To me right now this is a scotch it feels real to me. The side effects could become real to me."

"I do not get drunk." Michael says.

"You are down on power. With the spell and everything else that is going on here I am not risking it. Milk is the safe option. Its good for bones. We want Dean to be a strong boy when he grows up."

Michael looks at the glass. He swipes it and sends the glass flying off the table. Patrick ducks and the glass smashes into the wall.

Patrick stands up and looks at the broken glass.

"I was being nice and this is what I get in return." He wags his finger. "Bad boy."

Michael glares.

"After showing you what I am capable off you still have the nerve to insult me."

"We're stuck together pal. I am trying to not hold a grudge. I offered a drink because I was being polite and I knew this is going to be a long story. Long stories require a drink." He folds his arms. "My job does not just involve playing. I also listen to stories. I hear a range of stories from my clients. You have the happy ones, sad ones. Sometimes I alter the spell and let them win if the story really..." He taps at his chest. "...gets me right there. I do help people if I can."

Rowena hides her surprised expression. Was that true what Patrick said or was that just a perfomance?

"Why are you telling me this?" Michael asks.

Patrick pours a glass of water this time and sets it down.

"To assure you that I will listen to your story. I won't judge or interrupt. Just tell me...tell us."

He smiles at Rowena. Rowena joins the other witch and she smiles.

"Continue where you left off." Rowena nodded.

Patrick looks over Michael's puzzled expression and grins as he felt the magic traveling through the walls.

Patrick wasn't wrong. They can take advantage of the spell.

"Okay." Michael says feeling uneasy.

As Michael rambled on about his fate, Lucifer, the vessels and the day the brothers fought, an image of a boy walks towards Michael. Rowena notices but receives a look from Patrick warning her to stay quiet.

Patrick watches the boy touch Michael. The boy wearing four year old Dean's face dissolves and his spirit travels into the archangel.

Childlike behavior combines with Michael's current behavior. The curse sinks into the archangel's state of mind. Michael's voice trails off. The pride and satisfaction he had when he spoke about Lucifer is gone. The image of his brother's corpse became horrifying in Michael's mind. It was like he is seeing the incident from a different perspective. The emotions. The anger, shock, betrayal came flooding in and it hit Michael like he is feeling it for the first time. But this wasn't the first time. He felt these horrible emotions the day...

"Father abandoned me." Michael says. Hurt and heart break show on his face.

"You mean God?" Rowena asks.

"I did what I was told and he never came. He left me. After finding about the other worlds, the other versions of me I was angry. I thought I was his perfect son. Turns out I was nothing but a failed draft of his work. He is probably creating another world and giving love to his new Michael." A tear rolls down Michael's cheek "I don't understand what I did wrong. What did I do to make him not want to come back. He left the world on my shoulders. Left me to pick up the pieces. It wasn't fair!"

Patrick sensed the feelings of abandonment, neglect, hurt all rolling around inside the archangel. The curse is pushing him to open up, express emotions. That's what kids do. They tell their most trusted adults how they feel.

Wait.

What does that make me and Ro?

Patrick saw it. Michael and Rowena's hands intertwine again. Rowena is by Michael's side.

"That explains why you want to destroy the world. To get back at him?" Rowena says.

Michael nods.

"Yes."

Patrick raises his eyebrow.

"You're throwing a tantrum."

"I'm doing it so he will show himself!"

Attention seeker. Patrick thought. He scoffs. Michael was a kid even before he got cursed.

"I want to see him. That's all I want." Michael says.

Michael looks at the glass of water. He plans on smashing it. Rowena grabs his wrist before he can do it.

"You done enough damage." She says.

She suddenly gasps when leans his head on her shoulder. Rowena stays quiet and decides to rub his back. Providing a way of comfort to him.

She had to admit part of her did feel sorry for him.

"Now I get why you are mad wee boy." She says.

Michael hums and allows the witch to rub his back. It soothed him.

"We got your guard down." Patrick opens the door. "We're out of here."

"Huh." Michael sits up and glares at him. "You tricked me."

"Come on Ro." Patrick says.

"You used me?" Michael's hurt turns into rage towards the Scottish witch.

"It wasn't like that." Rowena says.

Michael looked like he is ready to attack so Rowena had no choice but to run. The witches run out and slam the door behind them.

Then suddenly they open their eyes and gasp.

Rowena stumbles back and takes several breaths to calm herself down. Patrick looks exhausted.

Michael opens his eyes. He looks at the tired witches. He wanted to beat the crap out of them. He hated them for making him vulnerable back in there.

"Dean?"

Michael looks at three faces who looked down at him with concern.

Oh crap Cas and Jack are back.

"Dean?" Sam again asks.

Michael looks at Sam. He shakes his head.

"No."

Sam turns to Patrick.

"Where is my brother?"

"I um..."

Patrick's face goes pale and suddenly he collapses.