Earlier
"What?"
"Absolutely not. "
"I thought you said Michael is stuck in Dean until the curse wears off."
"We already have Lucifer to deal with we don't need Michael powered up as well."
The angel and the huntress yelled at the He-witch. Cas was more anger while Mary was more curious.
"One at a time." Patrick cuts them off. "Castiel Mary let me explain. This spell is a powerful one. A binding spell. I can possibly remove Michael and put him in another body. Bind him to another being. The curse will remain in Dean until it decides to wear off. I'm sorry but that curse can't be interfered with. This spell may not even work. I'm taking a gamble here." He smiles. "That's my job I am a gambler after all. But only problem is it has to be a body that can hold him. It can't be random. Plus we don't have time to go body hunting. Can't go on the dating site and look for singletons in need for some company. " His face goes serious when Mary glares at him. "So I volunteer to be his vessel."
"What?" Cas says.
"I'm living off magic. I look pretty good for a nine hundred year old witch."
"You can't possibly hold him."
"Mary might be able to but I don't want to risk Mary's life. I don't want the boys to lose their mother. Even if she hasn't exactly been a mother to them."
"Binding spell." Cas's eyes widen. "If Michael dies you could die too."
"This is not a regular situation. I can't say yes take me. Michael is stuck. This binding spell is our only option. Me and Michael will be linked. Like that Spice Girls song When Two become One. If I die." He smiles sadly. "At least I died with a purpose. I been on this earth for a long time. I'm just a poker player. I wouldn't be missed. I would just be another threat that gets ticked off the hunter's kill list. Doing everyone a favour."
"Lets say Michael wins, what if he does what he did to Dean." Cas argued. "He turns on you and takes off. He would gain knowledge of spells, witchcraft. He would use you to his advantage."
"Possibly." He walks off and comes back shortly after with a book in his hand. "Read this." He places it in the angel's hands. "Its my notes on Michael." Cas reads through. "He's changed Castiel in such a wonderful way. I am certain he will not turn on us." The witch spoke with confidence. "This..." He taps the spell book. "Is my chance to prove to you guys that he's changed. This is a gamble I am willing to take. If he does turn on us, that's on me. I will know that I have failed to make him a better person and I will suffer because of it. I'm okay with that. As long as he doesn't touch Rowena I will not fight him."
"What about Sam?" Mary asks.
"Nick survived." Cas answers. "It's possible Sam could survive as well."
Mary shakes her head.
"There is too many risks."
"I can fight him until you trap him. If we can trap Lucifer then we can get Sam out." Patrick explained.
"There is a device that cast an archangel out." Cas says.
"Oh good where is it?"
"Michael destroyed it." Patrick's smile drops. "There is a spear that can harm an archangel but Michael destroyed that as well."
The witch cursed in his own language.
"We'll have to trap him." Patrick says. "Holy oil I heard does the trick. Then we'll have to figure something out afterwards. Mary I am sorry but I will have to hurt Lucifer in order to weaken him. I could possibly hurt Sam as well." Mary's eyes widen. "I know I know that's not what you want but he is in his true vessel so I got to do everything I can to weaken him even I have to use those attack spells."
"There is an archangel blade." Cas suggests.
"Let me guess Michael destroyed it?"
"No."
"Oh excellent."
"Michael will want to do more than hurt Lucifer. He will want to kill him."
"He won't. He will follow the plan I am sure of it. I can talk to him before I hand myself over."
"How are you going to do that?"
Patrick turns towards the Prophet. Donatello flinched when the witch's eyes go on him.
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
Patrick grins.
"I need to borrow the phone."
"What is with everyone wanting to use me as a communication device." Donatello groaned.
Patrick lights the final candle.
"You can feel Michael and Lucifer, you should be able to communicate with them as well. With the help of magic of course."
Donatello sighs heavily as Patrick sat opposite him.
"I'm really gonna consider a vacation after this."
"Don't forget to send a postcard." Patrick laughed as he opens the book to the right page.
"Is he always like this?" Donatello asked the angel.
"I think so." Cas frowned.
"Hold my hands." Patrick ordered the Prophet.
"What do we do?" Mary asks.
"You wait." Patrick answered. "I can't have no interruptions."
Donatello swallows and holds the witch's hands. Patrick started to chant. Donatello trembled and his eyes go wide as saucers. Cas immediately went forward when Donatello wailed in pain. The angel froze and suddenly flies back and crashes into the armchair.
Mary goes for her gun but the witch's warning gaze causes her to pause. His eyes shift back on to the Prophet. Then his eyes turn white and a smile forms across his lips.
"Michael, I found you."
Michael felt it. He felt Dean stir and awake from his deep sleep. This wasn't like last time. Something has awoke. Something big. Whatever it was it shook the bar. Michael knew his brother has triggered or opened something up. If he was normal he can give his pathetic version of his brother a punch to the gut.
The archangel arrived at the old Winchester house. He sees John and Mary in their usual spot in the living room. He opens the door and walks in. He closes it and turns round. It looked perfect on the outside but inside it was black. burnt and full of ash. Michael peers in the living room. John and Mary are gone. The archangel furrows his eyebrows and goes upstairs. As he reached half way up, he gets shoved out of the way. Dean still in child form is running down the stairs with a baby in his hands. He hears John's scream from upstairs and fire blew out across the hallway.
Michael runs back down and follows Dean outside. When he reached outside, the night sky turns into day.
"Again." A voice ordered.
Michael turns. John stood next to his oldest son. Little Dean held a gun and aimed at the row of beer bottles. His father lacked emotion and the way he gave out that order it was like a sergeant ordering his soldier.
"Yes sir." Dean replied.
He presses his finger on the trigger and shoots.
"You missed." His father scolded. "Three times in a row."
"I'm sorry sir." Dean bit his trembling lip. He hated failing his father.
John sighs.
"Again." He repeats in a softer tone.
Dean nods and aims the gun.
"Yes sir."
Michael had no idea what the Hell his brother has just done. Dropping Dean into realities that's his job not Lucifer's. Well was his job Michael wouldn't mess with Dean's head again.
"Dee."
Michael turns round. He sees a slightly older Dean feeding Sam breakfast. There was only enough cereal for one of the boys. Sam had most of it, it was Dean's turn to have a bowl. Sam's puppy eyes Dean couldn't resist it so he gave Sam the remaining cereal and sits on the chair and watches his little brother eat. It wasn't a big deal Dean skipped meals many times. Sam was important. Dean always had to put him first no matter what.
Sam finishes and Dean takes the bowl to the sink to wash up. Michael approaches him.
"Dean." Michael places his hands on Dean's shoulders and turns him around. Dean looked right through him. "Dean!" Michael shook him a few times. "Snap out of it this isn't real."
"Mr Winchester."
Teenage Dean sits on the desk with his legs up. Michael sat at the back looking more puzzled than ever. Dean looks round the classroom. His eyes meet Michael's but no recognition showed on his face.
How can he not recognize his own face? Michael thought.
In Dean's mind the archangel is in adult form. Surely that would snap Dean out of this trip down memory lane.
Memories!
The archangel leans forward not taking notice of the teacher telling Dean off about the late homework. Memories. That's what is going on. Dean is going through his life. Lucifer must have triggered Dean's memories.
Does that mean the curse is gone?
The bell rang and the students put their rucksacks on and left the class. Michael followed Dean down the corridor. He then had to wait a few moments when Dean went into the stock room with one of the female students.
After that the trip suddenly went dark. Michael stood in a motel room and watched the argument between Sam and John. They both argued about Sam wanting to go to Stanford. Dean watched without saying a word. Michael can relate in a way. When Lucifer argued in Heaven Michael would watch and remain silent. He loved his brother and wanted to choose his brother's side but he was loyal to their father. He couldn't disobey father.
Dean was having the same problem.
"If you walk out of that door...Don't ever bother coming back." John sneered. "You're not part of this family anymore."
Sam stiffened at those words. He looks at Dean hoping for his brother to say something. Anything. But Dean remained silent and he lowered his eyes unable to look Sam in the eye. In anger Sam grabs his duffel and leaves the room. He slams the door behind him leaving the father and eldest son alone.
John swore and threw a glass to the wall. Dean flinched by the sound. John cursed and grabs a bottle of whiskey. He slumps against the wall and knocks the drink back. He winced as the liquid burned his throat and his face screws up as he tries to keep the tears in. However he failed miserably and tears poured down his cheek. John buries his head and sobs uncontrollably. Dean couldn't stand the sight any longer so he stumbles into the bathroom and closes the door behind him.
Michael looks at the damaged father. When Michael cast Lucifer to the cage their father didn't express any emotion. He didn't seem upset, angry. Nothing. Now Michael thought about it his father didn't look surprised and he wasn't bothered that his favorite son was locked away in the deepest part of Hell.
The archangel turned away from the scene and went to the bathroom. He didn't know how much of this trip he can take.
Thank you so much brother. He thought sarcastically.
He steps into the bathroom and is met with more fire than before. Dean was helping Sam out of the building while Jessica Moore burned on the ceiling. From there it was case after case, John's death, Sam's death, Dean's deal, the most important deal in History. Michael was forced to watch his vessel being teared apart by the Hellhounds. He found himself closing his eyes as he heard Dean and Sam's screams.
His eyes open to the hunter. Dean is hung on the rack in Hell. Alastair offered his deal but Dean turned it down. Michael found himself on the rack opposite watching his Sword being tortured. The pain Dean felt Michael felt it as well. The archangel grits his teeth and stops himself from crying out. This memory turned out to be the longest compared to the previous ones.
Then the hunter finally broke and allowed Alastair to remove him from the rack. Michael collapses on the ground. He faces Dean's tired expression.
"Dean." Michael gasped. "This isn't real! This has already happened."
Dean stands up and takes the razor from smirking white eyed demon. He faces his first soul. As soon as Dean made the first move, that was it the First Seal was broken and the process of releasing Lucifer has begun. Michael didn't have his Sword in his world. In a way he was relieved. The Michael before the Apocalypse wouldn't want his Sword to go through all that. Again Michael hated his father. This was part of God's plan. The true vessels had to go through suffering and grief. It couldn't be a simple visit where the brothers could say yes with no torture required.
There was a white blinding light. Michael saw his brother fought his way through the demons. Castiel grabbed on to Dean and the next moment Dean is in a coffin under ground. Michael laid down next to him and chuckled at the situation. This would have been them if Dean went ahead with Billie's plan. Trapped together in the bottom of the ocean for eternity.
Wonder how that would have turned out?
Michael's thoughts are interrupted when he hears a woman's voice. He finds himself sitting next to Dean around a table. The voice belonged to the one and only Pamela Barnes.
"I conjure and command you, show me your face." Pamela demanded.
The room shook and the table rocks back and forth. Bobby glanced at the psychic.
"Maybe we should stop."
"I almost got it." Pamela replied. "I command you, show me your face! Show me your face now!."
Michael scoffed to himself. That woman clearly had no idea who she was talking to. Ended up becoming blind because of it.
Suddenly the candles flared up and Pamela screams and collapses. The flames die out. Bobby catches her and lowers her to the ground.
"Call 9-1-1!" Bobby yelled.
Sam scrambles out of his chair and goes into the next room. Dean crouches over Pamela and Bobby. Her eyes suddenly fly open revealing black empty sockets.
"I can't see! I can't see! Oh god!" She cried out.
Michael shakes his head and looks away.
Poor woman.
Michael then faces Dean, Bobby and Castiel.
"Who are you?" Dean asks.
"I'm the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition." Castiel answered.
"Yeah. Thanks for that."
Dean plunges the knife into the angel's chest. Castiel looks down and pulls the knife out and drops it on the floor. Bobby tried to attack but failed and the angel places his fingers to Bobby's head. The older hunter collapses on the ground.
We need to talk, Dean. Alone." Castiel says his voice stern.
Michael watched the angel and the hunter interact. Maybe Michael should have not made fun out of this memory back in Rocky's Bar. This was important to Dean. This is where his life changed forever. It wasn't about hunting demons and monsters anymore, the angels are now involved. The Winchesters world just got a lot bigger. This is the moment where both brothers were now too deep into the hunting life and they had no chance of ever getting out. Even if they did they always ended up being pulled back in.
More hunts, Dean catching Ghost Sickness and being scared of a cat. Michael found that one quite funny but the smile wiped off his face when the cat glared at him. The cat was a creepy little fur ball.
Back to the hunts, Anna yeah Michael remembers her in his world. She fell and was reborn as Anna Milton just like this world's version. Michael ordered for her to be captured and they treated her just like the other humans. As Michael stated it was her choice she wanted to be human so he is going to treat her like a human.
I wonder if my Anna is still alive? He thought.
Michael stood behind the brothers as they knocked on the door. The door opened revealing none other than dear old Dad. Michael wanted to shove the brothers out of the way and grab the bastard. But he knew this a memory and what's happened as happened. Can't be changed. In a memory he couldn't interact with father.
What a shame.
"Well, there's only one explanation. Obviously I'm a god." Chuck says.
"You're not a God." Sam says.
"How else do you explain it? I write things and then they come to life. Yeah, no, I'm definitely a God. A cruel, cruel, capricious God. The things I put you through – The physical beatings alone."
Cruel you can definitely say that again. Michael thought.
"Yeah, we're still in one piece." Dean says.
"I killed your father. I burned your mother alive. And then you had to go through the whole horrific deal again with Jessica."
"Chuck..."
"All for what?" Chuck cut the younger Winchester off "All for the sake of literary symmetry. I toyed with your lives, your emotions, for... entertainment.
"You didn't toy with us, Chuck, okay? You didn't create us." Dean says.
"Did you really have to live through the bugs?" Chuck asks.
"Yeah."
"What about the ghost ship?"
"Yes, that too."
"I am so sorry. I mean, horror is one thing, but to be forced to live bad writing... if I would have known it was real, I would have done another pass."
"Chuck, you're not a God."
Michael had to laugh out of loud. These two really had no idea who they were talking to. His father managed to fool the whole of Heaven. Everyone including the archangels thought Chuck was a washed up writer and the Prophet of the Lord. This infuriated Michael. The Seals was breaking and what does his father do? His father is selling books. Making money out of their lives. Although Michael wasn't involved in this Apocalypse it still angered him seeing father doing nothing. Every world God was rooting for this moment for his own sick entertainment. Worst is the son of a bitch is even giving hints to the Winchesters on his true identify. He was toying with them, making himself look so innocent and clueless Michael wanted to grab his father and reveal the whole truth to the boys.
The time came when Sam killed Lilith and Lucifer was released. The Apocalypse has begun. This was an important moment for any Michael this was their chance to fulfil their role and kill Lucifer. Every version of the oldest archangel believed God would return home.
He never did.
Michael found out the hard way.
Michael enters a bar. He looks around. His eyes stop at three people. As he got closer he sees a familiar streak of black hair.
"So, you're saying that you're a mind reader." The older man of the group asks.
"Ah, come on. No such thing." The younger man replied. "But I can read people. Take your lovely companion here."
Michael's eyes widen when he heard the Irish accent.
"Patrick."
He slides into the seat next to the Irish witch. He wished he could get Patrick's attention. He reaches out and touches the witch's arm. Michael's hand goes through it. He frowns and sits back and watches the scene.
The older man and the woman Michael recognized as Lia sat next each other and smiled. The older man pulls Lia close and listens to what the other man has to say.
"I'd say, judging from her exquisite posture, she used to be a dancer." Patrick grinned. Lia chuckles. "Not much of a drinker." Patrick continued "Very independent. Looking for adventure." Lia smiles and nods as to say 'yes that's right.'
Then Dean comes up from behind and grabs Patrick by the arm.
"Hey, man. Excuse me. Can I borrow you for a sec?"
Patrick glances down and notices the hunter's gun.
"Oh, yeah. Of course. Great. Good to see you." He smiled.
Dean nods and grins. He turns on his heel and heads for the table across the room.
"Would you two please excuse me?" Patrick says to his companions.
The witch follows the hunter to the table. Michael followed he wanted to stay close to the Irish witch. He wasn't sure if the curse was affecting him here. He found himself clinging to the witch.
"Sorry to cut you short with Mr. and Mrs. Easy Marks over there." Dean says.
"Oh, no big." Patrick holds up a gold wristwatch. "Wasn't a total loss."
Patrick spots the gun being aimed at him from under the table. Part of Michael knew this was a memory but he couldn't help but feel protective over the witch. Patrick rambled on about something that only made Dean confused.
"That ain't my problem, man-witch. You owe my friend some years." Dean cuts the witch off.
"Oh, that's what this is. I'm sorry. He lost. Them's the breaks."
"Well, then un-lose him."
Dean cocked his gun and glared at the witch.
"Oh, go ahead and shoot me, if it makes you feel better." Patrick sighed "Besides, I could use a good...you know...tickle. You want years? Great. Play me for 'em."
"Fine."
Once the game was in place Patrick sat down opposite Dean. Bobby sat on the side in his wheelchair. Michael still stayed by Patrick's side.
"Dean, no!" Bobby says.
"They're my years. I can do what I want." Dean says.
Bobby coughs and wheezes. Patrick holds up a box of cough drops.
"Lozenge?" The witch received a glare from both hunters. "What? It's barely minty." Patrick frowned. He sighs "Okay, well, suit yourself. Just trying to help."
Michael smiles. There is that look of concern. That moment when Patrick wants to help. Michael loved those moments. It was one of Patrick's special traits.
"All right, all right. Come on. Let's do this." Dean says.
As Michael knew Dean lost. He frowned when they had to come out of that memory and move forward.
"Well, I'd say this conversation is long overdue, wouldn't you?"
Michael paused at those words. He sees Anna's corpse on the ground with her eyes burnt out. It didn't take Michael too long to realize where he was.
"Never thought this day would come." Michael faces the other man. "Where I will meet my counterpart."
This world's Michael smiled. Michael sensed the authority, the pride. He compares this memory to the one he saw in Lucifer. He can see from then to now this world's Michael is a mess, the cage destroyed him. He spends his days singing show tunes just to kill time. The worst is this Michael had hope. Hope that father will one day save him. The archangel believes being in the cage is his punishment. A punishment for not fulfilling his role and killing Lucifer.
Oh please. Michael had to laugh. It was actually sad to see that this version of him really believes God cares. This world's Michael is too blind to see what his father is really like.
Michael actually felt sorry for the poor bastard.
"Well, you know I ain't gonna say yes, so why are you here? What do you want with me?!" Dean asks.
"I just want you to understand what you and I have to do." This world Michael replied.
"Oh, I get it. You got beef with your brother. Well, get some therapy, pal. Don't take it out on my planet!"
"You're wrong. Lucifer defied our father, and he betrayed me. But still...I don't want this any more than you would want to kill Sam." He looks away "You know, my brother, I practically raised him. I took care of him in a way most people could never understand, and I still love him."
Oh no. No, no Michael couldn't watch this. He couldn't hear this. Seeing this clueless idiot talking about their love for their brothers it brought back memories. When Michael looked at his counterpart he saw himself. He saw the old him before he found out the harsh truth.
"But I am going to kill him because it is right and I have to." This world's Michael continued.
That's what he wanted us to believe. Michael thought.
God drilled that thought into their skulls. He made every Michael believe this lie. Made them all his puppet on strings. Michael soon cut those strings when he found out the truth.
"Oh, because God says so?" Dean says.
"Yes. From the beginning, he knew this was how it was going to end."
Yes he did. Michael thought.He knew how it was going to end. Once it ended he moved on and started again.
Michael couldn't contain his anger. Part of him couldn't believe this really used to be him. What a fool he used to be.
"And you're just gonna do whatever God says." Dean frowned.
"Yes, because I am a good son."
"So was I. I was a good son." Michael shakes his head. "He didn't care. We never got praised by him no matter how hard we worked. We dedicated our whole lives to Heaven. We were the most loyal out of all our brothers and sisters and this is how he repays us. You never got your Sword and ended up in the cage and I..." He looks down at his body. "I took your Sword and look at the trouble it caused for me." He laughs a little. "Dean has been a pain for both of us."
This world's Michael smiles sadly at him. He walks through the alternative archangel and places his fingers on Dean.
After that the memories flew. Soulless Sam, Eve, Raphael, the world where Sam and Dean are actors. Michael thought God was taking the piss. Seriously God created a world where their lives are a TV show. That's making a mockery of their lives.
Leviathans, Purgatory, Crowley the Trials, Gadreel, Dean talking to animals...Michael can share the pain that ability is not very fun. Abaddon, Mark of Cain, Cole Trenton, Rowena. It surprised Michael how different Rowena was back then. The Darkness, Lucifer back. God.
Michael found himself sitting between his father and his alternative brother who at that time was possessing Castiel. His father looked awkward unsure what to say. Father was not the best when it came to conversations like this. He mainly kept to himself. He detached himself from his family. That was probably because as Michael said "God doesn't care." God sees them as his toys why would he want a heart to heart conversation with them.
Michael watched this Dr Phil session between the two family members. The archangel scoffed in disbelief when his father insisted he had no choice. Of course he had a choice. He knew the Mark was going to corrupt Lucifer but he went ahead and did it. God had their lives all planned out. He knew from the start Lucifer will be the one who rebels. He created Lucifer to be like that.
All Lucifer wanted was an apology and God did what he always did, manipulated people. He manipulated Lucifer into believing his bullshit and once the Amara incident was over, he left. He left Lucifer again. Abandoned him.
Abandoning children is what God is good at.
Things started looking up when Mary returned. But then there was the British Men of Letters, Lucifer being a pain as always and the nephilim Jack was born.
Michael finds himself in the bunker. He's been in the bunker many times through this memory trip. However this was different. Michael knew exactly what this memory is.
"I am your sword. Your perfect vessel. With me, you'd be stronger than you've ever been."
"Oh, I know what you are." Michael says. His eyes gleam with interest.
Michael eyed his battered vessel up and down. At the moment yes he wanted to kill Lucifer but also he wanted the Sword. He wanted to have access to his full power.
Michael was supposed to honor the deal. Michael already expressed guilt for this to his brother. He hoped Sam heard his confession as well. Michael didn't want to look back at it. He was ashamed of his behavior. He was worst than a demon at this point.
"Yes." Dean looks the archangel in the eye. "It's a yes."
"Dean!" Cas gasped.
The archangel smiled with delight.
Michael turns his back to the scene he couldn't look at it anymore. He knew what came next. The drowning, Rocky's Bar. He put his Sword through so much suffering. Michael felt he deserved to be put down once this was all over.
Everything suddenly went dark. Seconds later the lights went on and Michael was back in the bar. He looks round for Dean, Pamela, Cas, Sam. It looked empty. Which meant the trip is over.
Dean's memories are back.
"Sa...Sammy."
Michael snaps his head round. He follows the child's voice. He stops when he sees the hunter's soul. It's in the driving seat which meant Dean was in control.
Which also meant...
Lucifer!
"Sammy. Where are we? Is the Gorgon dead?..Why is my voice funny?"
"The Gorgon is dead." Lucifer answered.
Michael became frantic. As the two interacted and Lucifer explained about Dean's sudden change of appearance Michael rushes forward and grasps on to the hunter's soul.
"That's not Sam. It's Lucifer!" Michael yelled.
"Lucifer?" He heard Dean reply.
That's when it all went wrong. Lucifer put Dean to sleep and took off with him and Rowena.
Michael tried to fight for control but his alternative brother pushed him back. The archangel had no other choice but to sit back and watch.
He sat on the ground with Dean (In adult form) asleep. Michael knew Dean would wake up but he wished the hunter would hurry up.
"Dean this is urgent." Michael gritted his teeth.
Dean showed no response. Michael sighs.
"Michael, I found you."
Michael looks over his shoulder. His eyes widen.
"Patrick?" The archangel stands up and approaches the witch. "Are you real?"
"I feel real." The witch frowned at the archangel's worried expression. "What's wrong?" Patrick gasps when Michael wraps his arms around him. "Whoa there you missed me already?"
Michael pulls away. Relief spreads across his face.
"How are you here?"
"Thank the Prophet." Patrick grinned. "Also I have a way we can stop Lucifer."
Patrick explained his plan. To the witch's surprise the archangel looked more worried than before.
"You want to be my vessel?"
"It's not like I have a choice. I'm kinda the suitable candidate. I can hold you right without...you know...wasting away. Took me years to maintain this look."
"Yes its possible."
"Can we beat him?" .
"Lucifer." Michael grits his teeth. "I don't know. I wouldn't have my Sword. We were just lucky last time."
"We just got to beat him enough so we can trap him. If we have no choice but to kill him, could Sam survive?"
"Again." He shook his head. "It's possible. I'm not sure."
"Another question. The binding spell if you die will I die too?" Michael frowns. The witch raises his hand. "You don't need to answer that." He forced a smile. "I don't need to worry about that we're going to win. I know we will."
"Rowena. What about her?"
"We'll save her too." Patrick assured him. He frowns at the archangel's fidgety posture. "Seriously are you okay? What did Lucifer do to you?"
Michael thought back to his trip down Dean's memory lane. He straightened up and shakes his head.
"Nothing. I'm just worried that being off the game for a while has made me a bit rusty."
"I'm sure you will be fine."
Michael looks at the sleepy hunter.
"What about Dean?"
"He will still be under the curse. It should be better now his memories are back."
"Hmm." Michael agreed.
"So." Patrick holds Michael's hands. "You ready?"
Michael looks back at Dean then back at the witch.
"Yes."
Lucifer stared at possessed witch. He snorted. It turned into laughter.
"This is hilarious." The archangel laughed. "Roles are reversed. I'm the one that's now in my true vessel."
"He's sturdier than he looks." Michael replied.
The two archangels walk towards each other.
"We're doing this again." Lucifer said his eyebrow raised.
"Hmm. You shouldn't be surprised we were created just to fight brother. This world is not biggest enough for the both of us."
"Once you're gone I'll be on top of the world."
"We'll see about that."
Lucifer's eyes turn red while Michael's turn blue.
Then they fight.