Jack sat with the hunter for the whole night. Whenever Dean showed any signs of discomfort Jack would immediately squeeze his hand to assure the hunter he is here. Time didn't bother the nephilim. He didn't care how long he had to watch the hunter as long as Dean is happy that's all that mattered. Family meant everything to Jack. Dean sacrificed himself to save them all and now it's Jack's turn to take care off him.

Jack glanced at the time and saw it is 8am. He looks back and sees Dean slowly waking up. Jack stands up and goes to the door. He can imagine Dean's comment about the nephilim watching him all night. So Jack decided to let the hunter wake up on his own. Dean would want the space. Jack walks out and leaves the door slightly open so he can still hear the hunter.

Dean opens his eyes and let's out a yawn. He smiles when he sees the shadow of the nephilim going down the hall. He chuckled because he knew Jack was here and the kid did such a terrible attempt of trying to sneak out undetected. Dean decided to not comment on it he didn't want the kid to feel guilty.

Dean sits up and swings his legs over the bed. He frowns when his feet didn't touch the ground.

I'm still cursed. He sighed sadly.

Dean slides off and walks to the door. He didn't let the curse bother him. This is not the first time he has turned into a kid. At least his mind is back to its original age. That's a start. Dean steps into the hall and ignored at how everything towered over him. He walks to his brother's bedroom. As soon as he saw Sam's slumped form the memories of the recent events came flooding back to him.

The little hunter burst through the door and runs to his brother's side.

"Sammy!"

He stopped panicking when Sam cracked an eye open and smiles.

"Hey little brother." Sam beamed.

Dean sighed with relief.

"Sammy."

Sam goes back in surprise when Dean climbs on to the bed and hugs him tight. Sam laughs and hugs him back.

"I missed you." Sam says.

Dean looks and smiles.

"I missed you to."

Dean then checks his brother over. Sam sits up.

"Dean I'm fine." Sam assured him.

"But..." Dean bit his lip. "Lucifer?"

"I'm fine Dean seriously."

Deep down Sam didn't feel fine. Lucifer was back and he possessed the hunter. He took control while Sam was gagged and restrained not able to fight back. Sam felt useless, hopeless. He was sure his loved ones were going to die in his hands. He remembered Patrick Michael possessed the witch. Sam remembered the cemetery the two archangels fighting. Jack got his powers back and Michael Lucifer...

Sam's eyes widen.

"Dean." He places his hands on Dean's small shoulders. "Michael is dead you are finally free."

Then Sam thought of the He-witch. Guilt suddenly took over the relief. Patrick sacrificed himself to save him, Dean, Rowena and the world. A witch who was nothing but a poker player stepped up in his role and allowed himself to be possessed by the Archangel Michael. The witch wasn't a friends of theirs but he protected them.

Now he's gone.

Sam leans back on the head-board. Dean places his small hand on Sam's large one.

"Sammy." Dean swallowed. "Michael is alive."

Sam's eyes widen.

"What?"

"And Patrick." Dean nodded.

"How? Lucifer he..."

"They did a Gabriel." Dean smiled a little.

"They did a..." Sam shakes his head. "Dean are you sure? Did Cas tell you?" Sam gets out of bed. "If Michael is here."

The possibilities started to run through Sam's head. Dean is still in danger, Michael could come back and repossess him, the archangel might have gone back to his old ways, Patrick could be crying out for help, the witch could be suffering...

"It's okay." Dean's small voice said.

Sam looks down at his brother.

"What?"

"It's okay." Dean repeated. "Patrick is fine and Michael is not gonna go nuclear on the planet."

"What makes you think that?"

"I..." Dean clears his throat. "He visited me last night."

"He...WHAT?"

" I um...Sam...Can we um talk about this after breakfast?"

"Uh uh you are not getting out of this that easy."

Sam scoops his brother up.

"Hey!"

Dean kicks his legs as Sam carried him out of the room. Sam walks into the main room with Dean in his arms.

"Cas!" He yelled.

Cas steps in and looks at the younger Winchester with a surprised expression.

"Sam, you are up." He looks at the pissed off kid in Sam's arms and frowns. "Dean?"

Sam puts Dean down on the chair. He then grabs himself a chair and sits opposite.

"Don't ever pick me up like a kid again." Dean glared.

"Dean you are a child." Cas says.

Dean growled and sits back in the chair with his arms folded. Sam ignored his brother's pouting and goes straight to the point

"Mind elaborating on that visit you had from a dead archangel." Sam snapped.

"He what?"

Cas sat down and looked at the little hunter in shock and confusion. Dean didn't like it when he is the center of attention. It made him feel uncomfortable. He knew his brother and his friend are not going to leave him alone until he spoke.

"Okay." Dean sighs. "I'll tell you everything."

Mary fell back into her usual routine. Finding a potential case, driving to the location, solving the case, killing the monster and then finding another case straight after. Lucifer and Michael are dead that is a huge win. Her boys are safe. Mary couldn't be there for their recovery. Dean will know the truth and he will never see her the same way ever again. Sam already hated her so it was going to be obvious which side Dean will choose. He will always choose his brother no matter what. That made Mary feel pushed out. It was always Sam and Dean, they would do anything for each other, they would sacrifice themselves for each other. That angered Mary. Her boys are not thinking about others around them. They are not thinking about their mother. How she would react to their reckless choices. She doesn't want them to die she would do anything to avoid her sons meeting a tragic end.

If her sons are okay with making suicidal choices behind her back then they will probably be fine recovering on their own as well.

The huntress grips the wheel. She hated herself for thinking like this but she was pissed. Pissed at her boys and pissed at herself. Anything that happened she got the blame for it. Yes she knew she has made some mistakes but she wished her sons gave her some slack. The stab incident that was Bobby's call not hers.

You brought Dean to Bobby's. A voice said in the back of her mind.

Mary was furious what Bobby did but part of her understood why he did it. He was thinking like a hunter, putting civilians first. She should have thought like a hunter too and come up with plans on the Michael situation but the mother inside her refused to back down. She wanted to forget everything that was around her and just be with her boy again like the good old days.

The phone rings causing Mary to nearly jump out of her seat. She pulls over to the side of the road. She picks up her phone fearing it was her boys. She sighed in relief when she saw it is one of the hunters.

"Hey Mandy." She says.

"Mary. Oh thank God."

Mary sits up with concern noticing the worry in the hunter's voice.

"Mandy you okay?"

" It's Bobby. " Her voice sounded close to cracking. "He...He wants to see you."

Mary grips her phone.

"He does?"

"Please Mary. He...He hasn't got long."

"What do you mean?"

"He...He's dying Mary. Bobby is gonna die." She cried.

Mary's eyes widen.

"Text me where you are and I'll be right over."

"Please hurry."

The call ends. Mary received a text. She typed the address into the sat nav and immediately spins the car round.

It took her a few hours to get to the address. She pulls up at a motel. Mary gets out and goes to the number where Mandy said they are staying. She knocks on the door. The door opens revealing a man. He lowered his gun when he realized it is only Mary.

"Riley." Mary says.

Riley nudges his head.

"In here."

Mary steps in. She sees the hunters gathered around. They all looked up when Mary stepped in the room.

"Guys move." Mandy ordered them.

The hunters move away giving Mary access. Mary gasps as her eyes fall on to bed.

Bobby is in bed. His hair and beard is white and his skin is as thin as paper. Mary goes by his side and studies his frail appearance.

"What the Hell happened to him?" Mary asks. She angrily looks at the hunters. "Tell me. Who did this to him!"

She stops when she feels something cold touch her skin. She looks down. Bobby smiles.

"Mary."

"Bobby."

Mary gives his hand a gentle squeeze.

"You came." He coughed and takes a shaky breath. "I didn't...I didn't think you would come."

"Of course I would come. We're partners. Partners look out for each other right." She tried to joke. Bobby chuckled a little. However the sadness remained in his eyes. "Bobby." Mary said her voice slow and cautious. "Who did this to you?"

Bobby shakes his head.

"It doesn't matter."

"It does."

"It's too late anyway." Bobby took another breath and tears formed in the corner of his eyes. "What's done is done." He huffed a laugh. "I should have seen it coming. I nearly killed your son I should have known it would have come back to bite me in the ass."

"You just wanted to kill Michael. He was vulnerable so you saw this an opportunity."

"Now you got your hunter cap on." He huffed another laugh.

He then started to cough again.

"Bobby." Mary spins round and points at a random hunter. "You get some water now!"

"Don't Eddie." Bobby shook his head. He gets Mary to look at him. "This is it now Mary. My time has come to an end."

"No." Mary shakes her head. "Not like this. There has to be a way." She gives his hand another squeeze. "I'm gonna do everything I can."

"I just want you to be here." Bobby smiled. He gestures for her to come forward. Mary leans forward. "It was a pleasure knowing you...Mary Winchester."

Mary's face screws up and her own tears started to make an appearance. Bobby cups her cheek with his hand. He smiles and tears roll down his face. His head then rolls to the side and his hand lowers down next to him.

"Bobby?"

The older hunter showed no response. Mary didn't need to check his pulse. She knew by looking at him he is dead.

Mandy let out a cry. Riley let's Mandy cry on his shoulder. The other hunters lower their heads and they grieve for their fallen leader.

Mary reaches out with a trembling hand and closes his eyes. She stands up and puts on her mask. She couldn't break down in front of the hunters. Now that Bobby is dead she is all the hunters have got. They will look up to her now.

Mandy's crying slowed down. She straightened up and she looks at Mary.

"It was a witch." She goes to her bag. She digs out a folder and gives it to the huntress. "He said his name was Patrick" Mary opens the folder. "He was last seen early hours in the morning."

Mary's eyes widen as she looks at the photo of the witch walking into a bar.

"Are you sure?" She asks.

"Positive." Eddie nodded. "Look at the next photo."

Mary flips the page. In the photo the witch is looking up at the camera. His eyes are bright blue.

"He's working with the Archangel Michael." Eddie added with a growl.

He didn't die. Mary thought with horror.

"We been searching for the witch for weeks." Riley explained. "Now he has the Archangel Michael on his side things have got complicated."

Mary looks at the photos with rage in her eyes. Patrick killed her friend and Michael hurt her son. Both of them together this is the perfect opportunity. This is Mary's chance to make things right. She is going to get justice for Bobby and Dean.

"What do you say we should do?" Riley asks.

Mary lowers the folder. Her face is blank but the desire for revenge showed in her eyes.

"We kill them."