Michael struggled to break free. He didn't want the witch to hold him. Rowena ignored his protests and takes him into Dean's bedroom.

"LET GO OFF ME!" He screamed.

He couldn't have her touching him he didn't trust her everyone is out to get him. He is vulnerable to them. He just got beaten by a child. The commander of Heaven has been beaten by the son of Satan.

How embarrassing.

Rowena puts him down on the bed. Michael scrambles out of her grip and grabs a lamp. He aims it at the witch.

"You touch me I will..." He looks at the lamp. "...hurt you with this..."

Rowena burst out laughing.

"Oh dear." She easily takes the lamp off him. "You're so lucky Patrick didn't see that." She can imagine Patrick's amused expression. "Right lets warm you up."

She picks up a blanket and wraps it around him. Michael throws the blanket off him and folds his arms.

"No." He says.

"You are freezing. You need it."

"Don't want it."

The thought of the blanket around him made him vulnerable, closed in, trapped.

Rocky's Bar.

Michael grits his teeth as he thought of being trapped.

"You're other option is a hot shower that will sting you because of your burns." Michael pulled a face at that. Rowena sighs. "I figured you wouldn't want to use human essentials." Rowena examines the burns. "I can take care of that. I have this cream in my bag. It's very good. I brought it from the black market. I only use it for emergencies. This is an emergency I can't have Sam or Castiel seeing you like this." She looks at the door. "PATRICK."

Patrick appears at the door.

"You called."

"Get my bag."

Patrick goes off no questions asked. Shortly after he comes back and puts the bag down.

"I can heal." Michael says.

Patrick looks at the burns.

"Oh yeah they are healing. It hardly notices now." He put sarcastically.

Michael looks at the damage the nephilim caused. He cursed. Rowena opens the tub of cream.

"Don't move." She warned him.

Michael glares at the Irish witch. Patrick raises his hands.

"Okay I know where I am not wanted. I'll be down the hall."

He leaves the room.

Rowena begins to do the cream. She puts it on the archangel's arms and face. She even did the legs. She needed to make sure he is healed and well before Sam comes back.

"Now." She smiles at him. "Stay like this for ten minutes."

Michael nods but he didn't look happy. Rowena drapes the blanket over his shoulders. He didn't react this time. Maybe because the blanket is not fully around him.

As Rowena packs her bag. She huffs and shakes her head.

"What did you do to annoy Jack?"

"Nothing." Michael answered. "He came and attacked me."

Rowena studies his expression.

"That's not all." She says.

"I did nothing I swear."

"When has there ever been a situation you did nothing." She chuckled. "Michael you love the sound of your own voice." She sits on the bed. "What did you say?"

"I called him a sneaky little Devil." Michael rolled his eyes.

Rowena tuts and shakes her head.

"I am surprised your mouth hasn't got you into trouble." She scoffs. "Look who your vessel is Dean bloody Winchester. The Winchester who can't keep his trap shut."

"Jack planned to hurt me."

"You could have called for me or Patrick?"

"Call you for help?" Michael scoffs. "Really after what happened."

"I'm sorry." Rowena's expression turns guilty. "Me and Patrick wanted to get out."

"You made me a fool. Saying you wanted to listen but deep down you didn't care."

"I do care." Rowena answered truthfully.

"Right."

Michael looks away and hides his embarrassed expression. He couldn't look at her. In Rocky's Bar he leaned on her shoulder he wanted her to comfort him.. Big mistake that was. He is the Archangel Michael he has been fine on his own for centuries.

That's what he kept telling himself.

Rowena sighs.

"I was worried back in the dungeon."

"For Dean."

"For both of you."

Michael's face turns shocked.

"Really?"

"Aye."

She runs her fingers through his short strands of hair. Michael moves away and shakes his head.

"You are going to do it again." He glares at her. "I am not giving Dean control."

"That's fine. I don't think Patrick wants to do it either." She giggles. "He woke up old."

"He is old." Michael frowned.

"I mean physical appearance. When Patrick goes over his limit he loses his youthful looks. So he woke up with grey hair and wrinkles." Michael imagined it. A small smile spreads across his face. Rowena nods. "I know funny right. He gave Sam the clap which is..."

"A sexual transmitted disease." Michael nodded. "I seen it in the memory."

"Well I told Jack that..."

She leans forward and whispers in his ear.

"He said that to Patrick?" Michael asks.

"Aye. Jack really thought Pat and Sam were gay." She laughed.

Rowena stops laughing when she hears laughter. She looks and sees the archangel giggling.

It was the cutest laughter Rowena has ever seen. The witch checks her watch.

"Okay dearie it's time." Rowena takes hold of Michael's arm. She lets out an hmm. She examines his body and face. "It worked."

Michael looks and notices he is healed.

"Thank you." He looked embarrassed as he said it.

"No problem wee one." Rowena smiled. She stands up. "Jack is having time out so you can't go back to the dungeon." She points out the bags under his eyes. "You could rest."

"Rest is for humans."

"Sleep is beneath you huh." Rowena scoops the child up and puts him under the covers. Michael kept muttering not tired but Rowena knew that was a lie. Michael lies on his back. "Sleep Michael."

Michael shakes his head.

Where's the scotch when you need it. Rowena sighed.

Alcohol used to put Fergus to sleep.

"How about I stay?" Rowena asks. "Get sick of seeing my face you will want to go to sleep."

Michael suddenly reaches out and holds Rowena's hand. Rowena sits down next to him.

"I can't." Michael says. "I can't let my guard down."

"You can trust me." Rowena squeezes his hand. "I promise you wee one the others are not going to hurt you."

"I can take care of myself."

Rowena lies down next to him.

"Let someone else take care of you for once."

Those words sounded too good to be true. Michael took care of his brothers and sisters no one took care of him. He had Heaven on his shoulders. He had responsibilities since the beginning of time. He rarely had time for himself. While his younger siblings had fun he had to run Heaven. He did it to please his father.

His father was never there.

Michael put his faith and trust in his father. His father abandoned him. Michael struggled to trust anyone after that.

Michael snuggled into the witch. Comfort consumes him. He did feel safe and secure when he is with Rowena. Rowena wraps her arm around him and strokes his back. She smiles as Michael's eyes close. His breathing slows down and his heart beats in a steady rhythm.

Rowena yawns and slowly drifts over shortly afterwards.

Rowena woke up to the sound of crying. She blinks a few times.

"Michael." She mumbled still half asleep.

"I want my mommy!"

Rowena sits up straight and looks at the distressed child.

"What did you say?"

"I want my mommy."

Rowena's eyes widen.

"Dean?"

The kid continued crying out for his parents. Rowena's head snaps towards the door.

"PATRICK!"

Patrick bursts through the door with a frantic expression.

"What is it? What happened?" The kid stresses out even more. Patrick frowns. "Michael?"

"Not Michael." Rowena says. "Its Dean."