Time froze around the huntress. She couldn't move she couldn't speak. Her eyes remained locked on her son. She didn't hear Bobby speaking to her. She could see his mouth moving but it was like someone turned the volume down. Shock, disbelief, anger rolled inside her coming to together to form an explosion. She can hear the two words over and over in her head. Two words that could have a variety of meanings.

"I'm sorry."

Was Bobby sorry for her loss? Was he sorry for what happened? Did Michael take control and Bobby defended himself so he is sorry for having to do what was right? Mary couldn't jump into any conclusions until she knew exactly what happened. She needed answers.

"Bobby." She spoke. She meets his gaze. "Did Michael take control? Did he hurt you?"

"Mary."

"He hurt you so you felt you needed to defend yourself." She took a shaky breath and bit her lip. "Please say that's what happened."

"I had to do what was right."

"Just tell me Bobby!" She yelled. "Please say you had no choice."

Bobby lowers his head unable to look her in the eyes. Mary trembled with rage. It took her a lot to restrain herself from attacking the older hunter.

"Why." She asks.

"He was weak." He looks at his blade. "I saw this as an opportunity."

"You killed him."

"Mission comes first Mary."

"In your world yeah but not here."

"Michael was a threat you saw what he did. If he took control we all would have been screwed. That's why I had to do what you couldn't." Mary lowers down on the blood stained sheets. She strokes Dean's hair. Her expression is blank. Bobby sighs. "Mary."

He puts his hand on her shoulder. Mary slaps his hand away and glares at him.

"Don't touch me."

The older hunter again sighs.

"Deep down you know what I did was right. I lost my boy. Lots of hunters have lost their loved ones. That's how the hunting life works. Sometimes you gotta let loved ones go and move on. They prevent you from getting what's done."

"He was my son!" Mary's face screws up. "I told you how I felt. This was my only chance..."

"I know. I know." He sits down next to her. "This is what Dean would have wanted."

"Don't..." Mary raises her finger. "Don't mention his name."

"The curse would have worn off eventually. Michael would have took control. Your sons locked Michael up the first time but he is not gonna fall for that again. I had to take precautions. Only one life had to die today. One life is better than lots of lives. The world is safe now."

Mary knew deep down Bobby is right. When the curse goes she could lose Dean forever. Dean was already guilty as it is he wouldn't want more blood on his hands. They all tried to look for other possible ways to help Dean but they were all met with dead ends. Mary did not want her son in a box at the bottom of the ocean. She couldn't bear the thought of continuing her life while her son is suffering.

Maybe death was the best option.

But she is still didn't forgive Bobby for doing it behind her back.

"Sam." Panic rose in her. "Sam is gonna..."

"Sam is gonna what."

Mary and Bobby look up and see Sam walk in the room with Cas and Jack behind him.

"Sam."

Sam looks at the blood. He quickly moves forward and pushes the hunters out of the way. He gasps when he sees his brother dead on the bed. Mary cried at her youngest son's reaction. She knew he wouldn't take this well. Then she didn't take it well either.

"Dean." Sam grabs his brother by the shoulders. "Dean?"

He leans forward and checks for a pulse.

"What happened?" Cas asks.

Sam lies Dean back down and turns towards his mom.

"This is your fault."

"Sam."

"I told you that Dean had to stay in the bunker and you didn't listen. Now look what's happened!"

"Sam." Tears formed in his mom's eyes. "I didn't mean for this to happen."

Sam whips round and looks at Cas with wide desperate eyes.

"Cas can you heal him?"

Cas and Jack both go to bed. Cas closes his eyes and places his hand on the wound. His face screws up and he focuses. He opens his eyes and sadly shakes his head.

"I'm sorry Sam."

Mary wanted to hide when her son looked at her. She has never seen so much hatred from him. Dean yeah he's been pissed at her a few times but Sam, this is new.

It scared her.

"It's not her fault." Bobby quickly jumped in. "I did it. I killed him."

Sam turns his attention to the other hunter.

"You did this?"

"Mary didn't know." Bobby answered. "I did it behind her back because I knew one of you would try to stop me."

"You...did this."

Sam approaches him. Bobby takes a few steps back with his hands up.

"I told your mother it was for the best." Bobby explained.

"Killing a kid is the best option huh."

"I didn't want to kill him but I had to. Michael was weak you think I am gonna let a chance like this slide. If it wasn't for your brother we wouldn't be in this damm mess."

Sam lunges and pins Bobby to the wall.

"My brother said yes to save us from Lucifer. The monsters is not my brother's doing its Michael's. You had no right." His face darkens. "You had no right making that decision. YOU KILLED HIM!"

"Sam!"

"SHUT UP MOM!" Sam snaps at her.

Bobby shoves Sam away and aims a gun at him.

"Bobby!" Mary yells. Bobby keeps his gun aimed at the younger hunter. "Bobby!"

Mary puts her hand on Bobby's arm.

"Why are you defending him?" Sam yells.

"I'm not." Mary yells back. "I already lost one son I don't want to lose another."

"He is the reason Dean is dead!"

Mary lowers Bobby's arm.

"Killing him is not gonna bring Dean back." Mary sighed.

Sam wanted Bobby to suffer. He is not their Bobby. Sam had no connection with Bobby. He didn't look up to him like he did with his Bobby. In Sam's eyes this is just another hunter who crossed the line.

"Sam!" Cas yells.

A small whimper came from the bed.

"Dean!"

Mary is about to go to bed. Sam blocks her and gives a look to say back off.

"You done enough." He says.

Sam kneels down.

"Dean." He said softly.

Dean's head turns to Sam. His eyes glow faint blue. He coughs up blood.

"Help him Cas!" Sam ordered.

"Let me." Jack says.

"Don't touch me."

Cas paused.

"Michael."

The boy nods. This caused Bobby to swear.

"Is Dean alive?" Sam asks.

Michael again nods.

The archangel flinched away when Cas tried to heal him.

"Don't touch me." He repeated.

Bobby growls. He grips his angel blade. He can see the archangel is struggling to stay alive. Michael is low on grace he can't heal his injuries.

If Bobby tried again maybe he can put that monster down for good.

Michael looks over.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." He says.

Everyone looks at Bobby. Bobby slides the blade behind his back. Michael smirks he can read the older hunter's thoughts.

"Get him out of here." Sam ordered.

"I can let myself out thank you very much." Bobby huffed.

Bobby goes to the door. He pauses and looks at the archangel. He suddenly gets out his gun and shoots.

Michael vanishes and the bullet hits the wall.

"BOBBY!" Mary roared.

Bobby runs through the door and goes outside. He quickly leaps into his truck and starts up the engine. He reverses out into the road and drives off.

Everyone ran out of the cabin but they are too late. Bobby is gone.

"I'm gonna kill him." Sam growled.

"Sam. Bobby he...he is not thinking straight."

Sam ignored his mom. He was fed up of her. Always taking Bobby's side. Choosing other people over her own sons. It was getting really annoying now.

"We gotta find Michael." Jack says.

"He is not at full strength he would have not gone far." Cas says.

"Lets find him." Sam says.

Sam brushes past Mary and walks inside.

Bobby pulls up at the Gas Station. He switches off the engine and checks his gun for bullets. He tucks the weapon in the back of his belt and wipes his hands with a cloth. He gets out and walks into the shop.

Michael rose from the back seat. He looks out of the window and watches the hunter go into the shop.

Michael coughs and wraps a blanket he found around himself. The archangel climbs into the front seat. He hits the seat and groans. Blood already started coming through the blanket. Michael opens the glove compartment and finds a phone inside.

The archangel knew the hunter would have a spare phone.

He crawls to the car door and opens it. He rolls out and holds in a scream when he lands on his wound.

Michael stands up and runs as fast as he could. He runs into the toilet and closes the door.

He flips open the phone and looks at the numbers. He narrows his eyes and goes through the hunter's memories. Once he got what he needed Michael typed the number in.

The phone rings several times until a voice came through.

"Hello?"

"Do not hang up." Michael coughed.

"Who is this?"

"Its Michael."

"Michael? What? Where is Sam? Dean?"

"Dean is...we are hurt."

Michael did not know why he is calling Rowena. It was a stupid plan. He will only end up back with Sam again. Michael needed medical help. He did not want anyone to treat his wounds. If he had to choose one person it would be Rowena.

"I need to see you alone. Don't tell Sam or Castiel. Don't tell any of them."

"Michael, What the Hell is going on? Where are you?"

"Where are you?" He asks. "Tell me the truth. I will know if you are lying to me."

The archangel heard discussions in the background. Then the witch revealed her location.

Michael closes his eyes and narrows the location down. He reaches out and latches on to where he can feel the witch. He is not up to full strength but he had to try. The archangel flaps his wings and he finds himself on a street.

Michael looks round and spots the familiar red-head who stood with the phone still pressed to her ear. His vision is blurry but he is sure the He-witch is there as well.

Michael didn't give a damm about Patrick at the moment. The archangel stumbles over to Rowena. When he reaches her he falls forward and lands in her arms.

Then he drifts off to sleep.