Jack hit his head hard. He brings his hand up and touches the back of his head. His hand becomes soaked with blood. He blinks through his blurry vision and sits up. He looks where he hit his head. The former nephilim's eyes widen as he looks at the tombstone. He quickly moves away fearing a zombie was going to come out of the ground because Jack disturbed it's resting place.

"Sorry sorry." He mumbled under his breath.

"Jack you okay?"

Jack falls on his back in surprise. His eyes dart in all directions.

"Hey hey hey."

Dean leans forward with concern. He holds Jack by the shoulders and gets the former nephilim to look at him. Jack stops panicking and looks at the hunter.

"Dean."

Despite the change in age Jack can see the familiar fatherly concern on Dean's face. Jack felt comforted to know that at least one of his fathers is here with him.

Jack heard a curse from the hunter.

"You're not okay." Dean huffed angrily. "You're bleeding."

Jack shakes his head.

"I'm okay." Jack forgot about his hit to the head and starts to check the hunter over. "I should be the one making sure you are okay."

Dean steps back and hugs himself making a barrier between him and the former nephilim. He noticed Jack's frown.

"I'm not a kid Jack." Dean puts his hand up to stop the kid from talking. "I know I look like one but I'm not one."

Jack eyes him up and down. His expression is curious yet puzzled.

"You remember everything?"

"Well uh..."

"Including when you were a child. Mentally a child."

Dean raised his eyebrow.

"Mentally?"

"Yeah when you were really four. Do you remember any of it?" Dean shook his head. He didn't remember anything. Jack's face fell at that. "You don't remember the song I sang to you."

Dean pulled a face to that.

"You sang to me?"

Jack nodded as the memory came to his mind.

"You used to listen to me sing. I sung to you almost every night." Jack smiled at the memory of little Dean's face beaming at him. His big round green eyes sparkling with happiness. Jack remembered when he sang Dean would do the most cutest yawn and he struggled to keep his eyes open. Mary used to laugh at Dean's attempt of staying awake. "I didn't know many lullabies so I sang a song my mom used to sing to me. I can sing it to you now if you like."

"I think I'm good."

Dean couldn't help but cringe. He was an actual kid. He looks at Jack as worry started to creep up on him.

"Jack, how long?"

"How long what?"

"Was I..." He gestures to himself. "...you know."

"Depends. Are you talking about when you were in control or Michael."

"Michael!" Jack had to wince at Dean's scared expression. "He was in control?"

"During the curse yeah."

"Was he..."

Oh God Dean couldn't even imagine a child version of the archangel running around.

"Oh he was um...I don't know." Jack's frown deepens. "Explain."

"I mean was he mentally a child?"

"Oh...no. No he was still...him."

Jack then thought about it. Was age a thing to angels? He knew Michael is old very old one of the oldest archangels in history. If the spell did regress Michael back to the time before humanity was created.

That would have been an interesting interaction. Jack thought.

It would give the former nephilim an insight of what his father was before the Mark corrupted him and how much Michael and Lucifer's relationship changed. It would also give Jack a chance to see Michael before he went dark side. The kid had to hold in a laugh as he imagined the archangel's confused expression at modern technology and human interaction. Jack found humanity strange at first when he was first-born. Eating, drinking, emotions it was strange to him. However as time went on and the help from his family Jack settled into the daily life and learned to accept it. He loved humanity and he wanted to protect it at all costs.

Maybe regressing Michael would have been a good idea. Jack thought with wonder. A chance of starting over and learning again.

Jack's thoughts are interrupted by the hunter.

"Did he hurt anyone?" Dean asks.

"No but..."

"But?"

Dean looks at his hands thinking that blood is going to appear. Jack shifted unsure whether to bring up the incident when he nearly killed Michael and Dean because of his desire of wanting Michael dead. Looking at Dean the adult Dean was like a slap to the face. Jack was going to kill him. If he did he wouldn't be sitting and having this conversation with the hunter.

"I'm sorry." Jack says.

Dean frowns.

"For what?"

Before Jack could answer two angry archangels crash on the ground. Michael had his hands around Lucifer's throat and starts to strangle him.

"That's why I heard flapping above us." Jack questioned.

The former nephilim thought it was two birds going crazy in the sky. Then it occurred to Jack that while he has talked to Dean, his father and alternative uncle have had a punch up in the sky.

Dean is up and already running to the scene. He grabs on to Michael's jacket.

"GET OFF HIM!"

Michael turns and sends the hunter in the bush.

Patrick steps in and forces the archangel away from the Devil. Lucifer gasps for air. Patrick stands up and forces the archangel to walk to the bush.

The plan did not involve hurting Dean. Patrick warned.

Michael huffed a sigh and argued but Patrick wouldn't hear it. The witch is pleased when the archangel went quiet. Although Patrick removed Michael away from the curse Patrick has noticed the change in behavior is still there. The archangel still obeyed the witches.

Michael growled when he heard Lucifer laughing behind him.

Ignore him. Patrick says.

The archangel looks in the bush and spots the terrified hunter. Guilt flashed across Michael's face and he leans forward. Dean backs away and brings his knees up close wanting to make as much distance as possible between him and the archangel. Patrick took over knowing the hunter would feel more comfortable talking to him than the archangel.

"Deano hi." Patrick smiled. "Patrick here. Long time no see."

Dean's fear turns into anger.

"You." He growled. "Why did you say yes?"

"Actually he said yes to me." Patrick smirked. Dean frowns at that. Patrick laughs. "I'm being serious he didn't come to me I came to him I'm the reason you are archangel free."

"Why?"

Dean couldn't understand why a random witch that he only met once suddenly decided to help him.

"It's complicated." Patrick answered. "But I can assure you little hunter Michael is on our side."

"Bullshit. You don't know him like I do. He is a..."

"Monster yeah I heard the lecture from your family. That's in the past. He's good. "

Dean didn't look convinced.

"What makes you think I would trust you."

"From your perspective I can understand why you would not trust me. I am a witch you are a hunter we're not exactly besties." The witch put his hand behind his back and starts twirling his finger. "However what happened between us is in the past."

Lucifer looks at the interaction with a smirk. Perfect time to attack. As he made his way over to them, roots begin to grow from the ground and slowly make their way towards the Devil. Patrick continued talking not seeing the Devil drowning in weeds and stems. It was Dean that gasped that caused the witch to turn round.

Lucifer is up in the air with plants, weeds and grass wrapped round him.

"Lucifer." Patrick chuckled. "It seems you got yourself tangled up."

The Devil growled but Patrick continue to chuckle. Patrick didn't just send the archangel to help Dean out of the bush he saw this an opportunity to have a little bit of fun with his magic. The Devil fell for the distraction. That's what the witch and the archangel had to do, distract the Devil whenever they can.

Lucifer's eyes blaze with fury. The roots burn and turn to ashes. Lucifer floats down and lands perfectly. He raises his hand and shoots. Michael ducks and responds with a one of his own power balls. However the ball spilt into two and goes around the Devil. Lucifer looks left and right but suddenly gets met with two power balls and ends up on his back.

"Brother I have a question." Michael looks down at the Devil with curiosity. "Why are we in a cemetery?"

Lucifer was about to stand up but stops when his alternative brother towered over him. He instead rolls his eyes.

"It's where I and my Michael were suppose to fight to the death. You must recognize it."

Michael looks round and nods.

"Stull Cemetery but brother why bring me here?"

"I thought you would want this."

Michael grins.

"Aww brother I'm touched."

Lucifer ignores him and looks at his son.

"I am going to give my son a day he will never forget. The day I win and you Michael will fall."

"NO!" Jack yelled.

"Yes." Lucifer grinned.

Lucifer looks back at his opponent. He suddenly grabs Michael and slams him down on the ground. Lucifer rolls over and pins the archangel down. Michael punches and head butts the Devil. The two archangels are yet again at each other throats.

The two circled each other both with the same determination to make the other suffer. Michael knew he had a limit on how far he could hurt Lucifer but without the others here to trap Lucifer Michael had no choice but to consider the mercy option. Put Sam out of his misery. Nick survived so hopefully Sam might survive as well.

Patrick moves forward and shares control with the archangel. He allowed the archangel to tap into his witch powers. The witch had humor so most of the spells he knows could be seen as a joke however Patrick found them just as effective. So he pushed the knowledge to the archangel and shared his plan on using his magic as a distraction.

Michael punches Lucifer in the jaw. Patrick raises his hand and winks.

"Capillus animari."

Lucifer's eyes widen as Sam's long locks come to life and start attacking him. Jack stared eye wide, stunned by the unexpected occurrence. Dean climbs out of the bush and goes to run. He slams into an invisible wall.

Patrick put up a wall during the fight.

Dean growled and bangs on the wall. He would have laughed at Sam's hair having a mind of its own but the worry of Michael still overpowered his thoughts. He hits the wall and suddenly an image of Michael wearing his face yelling his name appears. The archangel looked worried. Another image appeared of Bobby with blood on his hands followed by an image of Dean looking down at himself and seeing blood pouring out. The images flicker and then there was a flash.

Dean backs away and his eyes widen in shock. He couldn't explain what he saw. The images are scattered it made no sense to the hunter. What did Bobby do? And why was the archangel Michael worried?

Dean's thoughts are interrupted when he spots Jack swinging a branch towards the Devil. Patrick chants and boosts the branch's strength. The branch became as hard as metal. When it made contact it sent a jolt of electricity through Lucifer. Lucifer shook and fell forward. Michael swung a punch at Lucifer's gut causing Lucifer to cry out in pain.

Patrick raises his hand. Lucifer starts to spin round and round. Patrick spins his finger. The Devil flies up and does a somersault. The witch sways his hips and hums to the power that pumped around his body. It was like music his ears. His powers and Michael's grace worked together beautifully the witch has never felt this powerful.

The witch grins and points. Lucifer spins and crashes into a nearby tree. Patrick did the famous Michael Jackson Moonwalk and encourages Lucifer to follow. The Devil ended up tripping over a tombstone and falling face first into the ground.

Michael lifts Lucifer by the chin and kicks him. Lucifer scrambles to his feet and grabs Michael by the leg. He pulls Michael forward and twists his leg. The archangel stumbles and looks down at his twisted leg.

"Look the other way Patrick."

Michael grabs on to their leg and pops it back into place. The snap caused Patrick to cringe but it didn't affect him massively he's been through many broken bones in the past.

After a few more of Patrick's funny spells Lucifer got tired and begged the archangel to fight him like a true warrior. He mocked Michael and poked at all his weak spots. This only made Michael laugh and Lucifer then noticed a sinister look flashing across Michael's face.

The archangel got Patrick's approval to go into the dark magic.

Lucifer underestimates us. Patrick explained. We managed to distract him and do some spells which had hilarious outcomes. Now your brother sees us an a joke. It's time to go deeper. I will help you to make sure you don't go over the limit and kill Sam. Understand?

"Loud and clear."

I think we should start searching for the blade. Patrick added.

Michael forgot about the blade. He was too engrossed in the spells he forgot that he lost the ultimate weapon that can end the Devil.

It seems I have gone rusty. Michael thought.

Patrick turns towards the former nephilim. Jack suddenly froze. A voice speaks in Jack's mind.

"Find the blade."

"Find the blade." Jack repeats out loud.

Lucifer shoots the witch a glare. He lunges at his opponent.

"Secare." Michael says.

A cut forms down Lucifer's cheek.

"Secare."

Another cut forms making Lucifer's lip bleed.

"Secare."

Lucifer grabs his ankle and sees blood soaking through his sock. Michael approaches him with a clenched fist. Combining his powers with Patrick's the archangel sent excruciating pain through the Devil. Lucifer collapses and clutches on to his stomach. Michael increased the pain which caused Lucifer to scream.

Blood pours out of the Devil's eyes and nose. It was a horrifying sight. Jack was too busy searching for the blade to notice but Dean, he is terrified.

"Sammy!" Dean cried out.

Michael glances at the hunter.

Then bang!

Another image appears of Michael carrying Dean to a bedroom. The bedroom looked familiar. It is Dean's childhood bedroom. The image vanishes and Dean is back in the real world. His confusion increased as he watched the archangel fight the Devil. What are these images Dean is seeing? Is it Michael? Is he showing Dean these scenes as a way to try to manipulate him?

What the Hell is going on? Dean thought.

"WHAT ARE YOU SHOWING ME YOU SON OF A BITCH?"

Patrick kept his fist clenched and shifts his eyes on the hunter.

"Show you?"

"You carrying me to bed. I'm bleeding. What the Hell are you playing at?"

"He is remembering." Michael says. "After Bobby stabbed him I carried Dean to his bedroom and put him to sleep. I had to so I can take control and heal us."

"Come on explain yourself. What bullshit are you putting in my head."

Patrick was going to answer but Michael beat him to it.

"I'm not doing anything Dean. It's you. Your memories are returning."

Dean furrows his eyebrows.

"Huh?"

Michael couldn't explain. It wasn't the right place and right time.

Meanwhile, Jack crawls through the overgrown grass and mud searching high and low for the missing archangel blade. Out of the corner of his eye Jack spots something glistening sticking out of the mud.

Jack makes his way towards blade and pulls it out of the ground. He looks at the tombstone.

"Thank you umm." He looks at the writing. "Tiffany Goodwin for looking after the blade." He smiled and backs off hoping the corpse buried underneath hasn't taking a liking to the archangel blade.

When Jack turns round the roles are reversed. Lucifer somehow pushed through and is now beating his alternative brother up. Patrick tried to do a spell but Lucifer put his hand over the witch's mouth.

"Not another word from you." Lucifer raises his other hand and hovers over Michael's head. "I think I might pick up where I left off from the church. The smiting your ass part. Yes I don't have the nephilim's juice in me but I do have my true vessel. " His eyes go red. "I'm sure we can give it a try."

The Devil then flinched and his hand drops down to his side. He closes his eyes and growls.

"Sam is fighting you." Michael says.

Dean straightened up when he heard that. He called for Sam but was disappointed to see that Lucifer remains in control.

Lucifer grits his teeth and pushes the younger Winchester.

"Quiet Sammy otherwise I will make your brother suffer. More than what I did to you. That would not be a sight to see. Hmm seeing your brother crumble before your very eyes."

Sam didn't stop. The hunter is too damm stubborn to give in that easily. This only increased Lucifer's anger.

Both Patrick and Michael smiled. They knew Sam wouldn't give up that easily.

"If your vessel is not willing to give in, you will not reach your full potential." Michael grinned. "Aww I think we should give the smite option a miss brother."

Punch!

Michael turns and spits a tooth out. He then laughs at Lucifer's frustration.

Jack runs with the blade in his hand.

"HERE!"

He throws the blade.

A few words slip out of Patrick's mouth which sends Lucifer flying backwards. With his quick reflexes Michael caught the blade. He charges at his alternative brother with his blade out and ready. The red returns to the Devil's eyes and his arms are out and ready to attack.

Michael raises his blade ready for the kill. As the blade goes towards the Devil's chest, it turns and moves up. Lucifer gasps as he felt the cold blade cut deep into his skin. Michael cuts into Lucifer's neck and causes grace to pour out. The archangel points and leads the trail of grace towards the former nephilim.

Jack's eyes widen but without hesitation he opens his mouth and consumes the grace. Michael reaches out and heals his alternative brother to ensure some grace remained. He couldn't have Lucifer human.

"No!" Lucifer held his throat and shakes his head. "No no no no!"

Jack's eyes glow gold and shadows of wings suddenly appear behind him. Michael smirks and faces his alternative brother.

"Why?" Lucifer asks. "Why would you do that?"

Michael thought back to the children in the playground how important they are to the world. They are the next generation. Jack is the next generation. He and others will build this world and make it better by the day. With his powers Jack can do more good than what any of the archangels had achieved. Jack deserved this power.

Michael smiles at his alternative brother.

"He is a better man nothing like you he deserves to have his powers back." His smile widens. "The nephilim will destroy you."

Michael leans forward and whispers in Lucifer's ear.

"Chaill tu asshole."

Then Michael gasps.

"NO!" Jack screamed.

Dean's eyes widen.

Michael gulps and lowers his eyes.

The blade is plunged deep in his chest. The archangel suddenly lights up. His head snaps back and he let's out a scream as he lights up the whole cemetery. There is an explosion of light then everything returned to normal.

The witch's body fell forward and hits the ground. Jack held back a cry when he sees two burnt shadows of wings splayed across the ground.

I can't believe it. Michael is dead. Both the nephilim and the hunter thought.

Lucifer kicks the lifeless corpse and smirks.

"I did it. I beat Michael." He faces his son. "I won." He grins at the hunter. "You're next."

"No!"

Lucifer faces his son again.

"You lost Jack. Michael and his witch are dead I run this place now and I say Dean dies."

"I won't let you. "

Despite low on grace Lucifer showed no fear towards his son.

"Listen. You're not gonna hurt me. You hurt me Sam will be hurt as well. You really wanna hurt Sammy? Huh? You wanna add to your pile of mistakes hmm? Well kid I'm gonna give you a chance. Join me. "

"Jack don't." Dean says.

"Join me and we can rebuild the world in our vision." Lucifer continued. "Michael is gone we don't have to live in fear anymore. We can be together again. What do you say...son. "

Jack stares at his father. He looks at Dean's worried expression. He then turns back to the Devil.

"I am not a kid." Jack takes a step forward. "I am not your son. "

He takes another step forward. Lucifer smiles nervously.

"What are you doing?"

"I am hunter." Jack continued ignoring the question.

Lucifer flinched when his son's eyes turn gold. Jack clenched his fists and glares.

"I am...A WINCHESTER!"

Jack blasts golden rays of light at the Devil. Lucifer screams as pain spreads across his body. Jack narrowed his eyes and focused on separating the grace from the soul. He then pushes the grace up.

Lucifer's head snaps back and the remaining grace travels out of his mouth. Jack takes hold of the grace and burns through it. He burns the Devil down to nothing leaving only grace with no life in it.

Jack opens his mouth and consumes the leftover grace. He swallows and gasps as his eyes glow brighter.

Sam falls on the ground.

"Sammy!"

Dean rushes over to him and kneels down. He places his fingers on his brother's neck and frantically searches for a pulse.

"He's alive."

Dean looks up at the nephilim who looked more alive than ever. Jack smiles down at him.

"Come we must tell the others the good news."

Dean looks at the witch's body.

"What about him?"

Jack takes Dean's hand and helps him up.

"I'll take care off it."

Jack takes Sam's hand and orders Dean to take Sam's other hand.

"Is Sam gonna be okay?" The hunter asks.

Jack looks into those wide, desperate, worried eyes.

"He is going to be okay." Jack assured him.

The nephilim nods and smiles.

"We're all going to be okay."

Translations

Latin:

Capillusanimari: Hair come alive.

Secare: Cut

Irish:

Chaill tu, asshole: You lost, asshole.