"Under the bed really?" Patrick drops down and looks underneath. Michael covers his face. It caused Patrick to chuckle. "I found you."
He moves in to grab the child but Michael shuffles away and wraps his wings around himself. The wings the witches couldn't see.
"Leave him." Rowena sighed.
Patrick stands up and gestures for the witch to follow him into the other room. He glances over to ensure the archangel didn't follow. He looks at Rowena with concern.
"The curse it's affecting him. He's becoming more of a child. That episode is not going to be a one time thing. Its going to be continuous."
"How do you know that?"
"An actual child has been in control. Whatever happened that caused Dean to lose control part of him his behavior didn't go down with him. The curse has spread the barrier must have broken inside."
"Have they merged?"
"No they are two separate beings but behavior..." He nods. "Dean has rubbed off on Michael."
"We still don't know where Dean is!"
"My best bet is Dean is back in lock down." He sighs. "We'll have to wait for Michael. He will talk when he is ready. He is not going to stay under the bed all day." He looks and sees Michael's head popped out from under the bed. Patrick gives him a wave. Michael hides back under. Patrick smiles. "He is adorable."
"Oh yeah he was adorable when he beat the living daylights out of you in the bar."
Patrick shuddered at that memory. The mention of the bar made him crave for drink.
Rowena's phone rings. She looks at the caller I.D.
"Sam." She groaned.
"Don't answer it." Michael squeaked.
"I know you told me not to talk to them but I can't ignore them forever." Rowena presses the button. "Sam."
As she chats on the phone Patrick goes down on his knees and crawls. Michael gives him a glare as Patrick crawled under the bed and laid down next to him.
"Quite a cosy little spot you got here. I would have liked it if um it wasn't dripping of blood."
He looks at the puddle of blood.
"Why will you not leave me alone?" Michael frowned. "Don't say you care because I know that's not true."
"Can we move on from that." Patrick sighed. "I am sorry."
"You're not."
"I am. What I said was true I do listen and I do care." He smiles. "I care about you."
"No you don't. You are interested, you see me an experiment."
"Being honest yes I am interested this does fascinate me. However I do not see you as an experiment I see you as another client who is crying out for help."
"Help?" Michael scoffs. "I don't need help I am fine. I can take care of myself."
"Yet you called Rowena."
"She's a witch. She can heal me. I was being smart."
"A witch you trust." He grins. "Your mother."
"I didn't mean that." Michael shakes his head. "Its the curse. You said Dean's behavior is rubbing off on me."
"That is bringing out the real you." Patrick smiled. "The walls are coming down. Although you don't see it, it is good for you. It helps you lets out the anger you held in for so long."
"I always been real. I made my points very clear, my intentions are letting my father's work burn to the ground."
Michael turns away and folds his arms. Patrick shuffles forward.
"Can I say something." He sees the archangel nod. "If you burn the world think about who you are burning down with it." He raises his eyebrow. "Rowena." Now Michael turned around looking interested. I know you have a thing against humans." Patrick continued. "but remember they are not all bad. I understand we remind you of God we are his creations but you are hurting innocent lives."
"This world is far from innocent."
"You want God's attention but destroying his work you are not going to achieve that."
"It will get his attention."
"Oh yeah and that worked for Lucifer hmm." Michael's shoulders slumped."God is all-knowing right?" Patrick nodded."He must know what you been up to. You said he has these other worlds, other versions of us. So you destroying his creations do you think he is going to care when he has these other worlds. Even if you did destroy them all he will only rebuild them again."
"That's why I am going to kill him."
"Will you though? I mean he is God he created you. He is the powerful one."
"I am always up for a challenge." He smiles. "Father will realize he made a mistake. He should not underestimate his son."
"You kill him then what? What are you getting out of that? That will not change what's happened."
"But he will be dead."
"Dead, gone out of picture but I don't think the pain will go away that easily. It's not going to make you feel any better."
"You don't know how I will feel." Michael snapped.
"I heard this situation a few times. Most people think they are free when they finally get their revenge. They think they can move on but the pain, the memories." He taps his head. "That will always stay with you. Some don't feel satisfied like if you kill God, you will never get the answers you want. I don't think you want to kill God, you want to know why he treated you the way he has. You want to know if he still loves you. You want to know if all them years of being loyal to him was a waste. I am not a religious person but you are not a waste to the people. People pray to you and your siblings. The people on this earth love you."
"Oh yeah they adored me in the other world." He scoffed.
"Its time to change Michael. Be the archangel people look up to be a better role model than your old man. Don't let God get to you. What you are doing you are letting him win. You are letting him upset you. Show him you don't need him. Also, don't keep your feelings to yourself its good to talk to someone about it. Remember what I said I listen and I do not judge, you can tell me anything." Patrick fidgets. "I am getting pins and needles I need to move."
Patrick goes to shuffle back. Michael reaches out and grabs on to the witch's wrist. Patrick pauses and looks at him. Michael opens his mouth but no words came out. The archangel didn't know what to say.
Patrick smiles.
"I will give you some time to think about what I said."
Michael let's go and lets the witch move out to stand up. Rowena walks in with the phone still pressed to her ear.
"I can't believe you Samuel!" She yelled down the phone. "That was his mother. His own mother who was looking after him and he still got hurt. First it was Jack and now its your mother's pal. I'm sorry but the wee one is not safe with you." She shakes her head. "You got rid of her but still what the bloody Hell is going to happen next? I said for this curse to go you got to give to the kid a childhood not an early death. Dean." She waves her arm. "I only just healed Michael I haven't had the chance to ask if Dean is okay."
"He is." Rowena looks and sees Michael is out and standing up. Michael reaches out. "I will talk to him." Rowena nods and hands him the phone. "Sam, your brother is fine."
"How do I know you are not lying."
"He only suffered for a little while. I broke out of Rocky's Bar and..."
Michael sees himself running out and scooping Dean up. He remembered Dean's scared expression. The expression Michael used to crave. The expression felt wrong to see on a child's face. Michael remembered he had to be in control so they would both survive.
"I put him back in his bedroom." Michael continued. "I put him to sleep and I closed the door. In that way he is shut out from the world and will not stop me from healing us. Then I took control without any distractions and that was that."
Michael can see Dean grasping on to him. The boy was crying his eyes out. Michael assured him everything was going to be okay. Dean believed him and hugged him tight. That brought Michael back when he used to comfort his brothers when they were upset or stressed. Michael never received comfort, he didn't have anyone assuring him that everything was going to be okay. The archangel had to assure himself. It didn't have the same effect.
Sam is quiet on the other end. The hunter wasn't expecting to hear that.
"Rowena is right. It is not safe for me and Dean to be at the bunker."
"Where you gonna go?"
Michael looks at the Scottish witch.
"I will stay with Rowena."
"So you can plot your plan to destroy the world forget it."
"That's not what I meant. I want the curse to go as much as you do and for that to happen me and Dean need to be safe and...I feel safe with Rowena and Patrick."
"Patrick?"
Patrick smiles feeling touched by those words.
"I am going to offer you a deal. You let me stay here I promise I will keep me and Dean out of trouble."
"I can't do that."
"You could get Patrick to wake Dean up again but I can see this version of Dean bothered you. If Dean is in control we will be more vulnerable than ever. At least I am in my right mind state."
Kind off.
"I will take good care of him Samuel." Rowena assured him.
"And Patrick."
Rowena looks at the other witch with an embarrassed expression. Patrick clasps his hands.
"I am happy to help the wee one." He says. Rowena let an awkward laugh. "You do need a break Sam." Patrick nodded.
Sam hesitates from across the phone.
"Please Sam." Michael begged.
Patrick gives him a look. Michael becomes embarrassed.
Damm this curse. Michael groaned.
"Fine but Rowena, keep me updated."
"Will do Samuel. Go and put your feet up."
"Rowena."
"Bye Samuel bye bye."
She ends the call.
"So how did he get hurt?" Patrick asks.
"Bobby...other world Bobby Michael's world stabbed Dean."
Patrick's eyes widen.
"He what?"
"Stabbed Dean. He thinks well Michael is weak this is the chance to kill him."
"And kill an innocent child." Patrick looked disgusted.
"Bobby didn't regret his decision. He even tried to shoot the boy. Luckily wee one escaped. Rowena scoops the archangel up. "He's gone. Hopefully he is not going to do it again. The man is a stupid bastard for making enemies. Being an enemy of the Winchesters you will highly likely die. I am surprised they let you live all those years ago."
"What can I say I am lovable." Patrick smiled.
Rowena and Michael look at each other.
"Na." They both say.
"Oh come on." Patrick scolded.
Michael giggles.
"Come wee one."
Rowena carries the archangel out of the room.
Patrick's smile drops.
"Be right back Ro." He says.
He opens the door and leaves the room.
Bobby is checking his guns over. He gets one gun out of a time from his duffel and checks them for bullets. He then wipes them and places them back in his bag.
The lights suddenly go off.
Bobby stands up. His trained eyes see through the darkness. His instincts kick in. He had a feeling he wasn't alone.
"Hello." He calls out.
The hunter picks up his gun and turns on his torch. The light from his torch goes off. Bobby slaps the torch a few times.
"God damm it."
He throws the torch on the bed and walks to the wall. He flicks on the switch but the room remained dark.
"I ain't in the mood for fun and games." He growled.
"Oh but I am."
A light comes on and shines on the corner of the room. Bobby turns round. In the corner of the room sat a man and on the table is a pack of cards and poker chips. Bobby aims his gun.
"Who the Hell are you?" He asks.
The man removes his toothpick. A smirk forms on his lips.
"You don't know me but I know you...well one version of you."
Bobby approaches the table with an uneasy expression. The man gestures to the seat.
"Have a seat."
Bobby keeps his gun aimed.
"Who are you."
"If you put the gun down I will introduce myself." Bobby shoots. The bullet hits the man in the left shoulder. The man looks and wraps his fingers around the bullet. He pulls it out and lets it fall on the ground. "Guns have no effect on me."
"You part of Michael's monsters."
"No. I am not part of any group. I work alone."
"What are you?"
The man raises his hand. The gun flies out of Bobby's hand and hits the wall.
"It is rude to have weapons at the table." The man put darkly.
The man slams his hand down on the table. Bobby goes down on the seat. He tries to stand up but he couldn't move. He is stuck.
"I'm Patrick." He picks up the cards and starts to shuffle them. "I am a witch."
"Witch huh."
"Hmm."
He divides the cards and places them on the table.
"What the Hell do you want?" Bobby asks.
Patrick looks up and smiles at the hunter.
"I want to play."