Dean sat and happily ate his breakfast while Sam, Cas and Jack stood at the doorway.

"I was there Sam." Jack says. "I saw Lucifer kill Michael."

"Well when your brother is Gabriel death doesn't agree with you." Sam sighed.

"So what do we do? Go after him." Jack asks.

Sam shrugs.

"I don't know. Dean said Michael doesn't want to destroy the world. Patrick said Michael has changed."

"He is the reason I am a nephilim again."

"His aura has changed." Cas says. "I sensed warmth from him. He is happier. I also seen the notes Patrick wrote."

"Notes?" Jack frowned.

"Patrick has been tracking Michael's progress." Cas answered. "He wanted to prove that his approach to the curse is helping Michael. As I said before Michael is happier he is indeed healing."

"He went into Dean's head. If he can do that." Sam's worried eyes go on his brother. "When the curse wears off he could possess Dean again."

" I'm not sure. " Cas says. "Patrick used a powerful binding spell. It wasn't a normal possession. Michael is bind to Patrick. They are stuck together they are technically one."

"How powerful?" Sam asks not liking the sound of the binding spell.

Cas grimaced as the memory of the spell came to his mind.

Flashback

Donatello let's go and gasps. Mary and Cas went into action as Patrick's eyes return to normal.

"Well?" Cas asks.

Patrick faces the angel with a smile.

"He said yes."

Cas sighs with relief.

"At what cost." Mary asks.

"None."

"None?" Mary frowned. "Patrick this is Michael he must want something."

"Okay. He does want something." Patrick could have sworn Mary and Cas leaned forward to hear what he is about to say. "He wants to save the world." Patrick actually laughed at their stunned expression. "I told you he has changed." Patrick grips his hands on the Prophet. Donatello frowns at him. "We're not done yet."

"We're not...done." Donatello groaned.

Patrick ignores him and looks at the spell book. Nerves crept up on him as he looked at the complex spell. He has never done a spell this extreme and he is certain this spell hasn't been used to bind a witch with an archangel. I mean who would want to bind themselves to Heaven's Commander?

Oh wait he does.

Patrick actually laughed to himself. He can already imagine Rowena scowling at him for being so reckless and foolish. He is being a fool. He didn't know the risks, the side effects he is approaching this blind without any knowledge whatsoever.

As he said before he is a gambler he will take risks. He is going all in. Like in poker once you go all in there is no going back. The witch starts to chant. His voice was quiet at first but as the spell went on he became louder and his level of confidence started to increase as he spoke. He kept a firm grip on the Prophet he couldn't break the only connection he had with the archangel. Donatello's arms glow white. The Prophet panicked but stopped when Patrick's intense eyes lock on to him. Donatello took that as a warning and tries his best to stay calm.

The white light goes from the Prophet to the witch.

Patrick suddenly flies into the air. Cas looks up in horror as the white light expands and takes over the witch's body. Cas looked through the body and saw the grace and the witch's magic in a conflict. Both sides are fighting to cancel the other out. Witchcraft and grace are two different sources of power from two complete different locations. Never in history there has been a case where a witch and an archangel has merged. It wasn't natural it was against Heaven's rules. An archangel is corrupting themselves with black magic they would be seen as an abomination. The witch community may also be against this because their magic is pure and they train to make themselves the most powerful they can ever be. But contaminating themselves with angelic filth as the witches would call it would be seen as betrayal to the Coven.

Then something wrapped around the witch's magic and the grace. Cas witnessed the binding forcing the two powers to be together. Patrick screams as pain coursed through him. Tears streamed down his cheeks as he felt the binding tighten inside him ensuring that the spell is locked and secured.

Mary's eyes widen as the witch's head turns towards her. His eyes blazed blue and the shadow of wings spread out across the wall.

"Michael."

The witch looks down at the angel. Cas nods as he realized who he is talking to. He then noticed the archangel's pained expression. Then forcing an archangel into a body would be a painful process. Cas can imagine the grace being locked and not able to move. Patrick is a cage to the archangel.

"Should we stop this?" Mary whispered.

Cas gives her a 'really look.' One thing Cas knew is that a spell like this should not be interrupted. Interrupting the spell can do more bad than good.

The blue vanishes from the witch's eyes. He falls back and hits the ground with a loud thud. Cas went over and towered over the witch. Patrick laid with his eyes closed.

"Is he alive?" Mary asks.

Cas placed his fingers on the witch's neck.

"It's weak but it's there."

As Cas looks at the witch's paled face, he jumps back when two glowing blue eyes face him.

"Halo?" Patrick's lips tug upwards into a smile. "We did it."

Cas blows out a sigh of relief.

"How do you feel?"

Patrick laughs.

"Like crap but." He stands up and rolls his shoulders. "I'll be fine once we reach our location so..." He looks at the shaken Prophet. "Shall we?"

Cas studied Patrick again. The angel had a feeling deep in his gut that this will backfire on them. Every big spell had consequences.

He is sure this spell is one of them.

"I was relieved when I found out about Patrick's death." Cas says. "I know that's a horrible thing to say but I saw the conflict Sam between Michael and Patrick's powers. It's too much power for someone to handle. I fear Michael's immense power could affect Patrick mentally."

"Why didn't you think to tell me sooner?"

"Oh well I don't know maybe because you were in Lucifer's custody. I didn't have the chance to talk to you." Cas then felt guilty when he saw Sam flinch at the mention of Lucifer. "I'm...sorry I should have not said that."

"Are you saying Patrick is a threat?" Sam asks.

"I don't know."

"Do we need to look for him? Could he hurt Dean?"

" I told you I don't know. "

"Maybe we are overreacting." Jack frowned. "Castiel you said Michael is healing so Patrick could be alright. There might not be any darkness in Michael now."

"I wasn't referring to darkness. I was talking about power, getting to Patrick's head. The greed, he will want to be stronger."

"But we don't know that." Sam says.

"Should we contact Rowena?" Jack suggested.

Sam face palms and curses under his breath. He forgot about her. The younger hunter gets out his phone but Cas stops him and shakes his head.

"No."

"Why?"

"Not until we know Patrick's current state. Sam if Patrick is influenced by a power that he was never meant to have he could..." He sighs. "Its best for Rowena to not know."

"If Patrick is a threat we would have to...stop him and Michael. Worst is...kill him. It's not fair for Rowena to go through it again." Sam agreed.

"We need time." Cas says.

"Guys."

Everyone looks down. Dean looks up at them with a frown.

"Were you planning something without me?"

"Uh..."

Dean scowled at his brother and folds his arms.

"Sam."

"Dean."

"I'm back Sam. I'm not a kid anymore." Cas goes to open his mouth. Dean shoots him a glare. "Cas don't even say it. I know I look like one but I'm not one."

"We still need to protect you Dean." Jack says.

"How many times do I have to tell you I can take care of myself."

"We know." Sam sighed.

"Tell me what were you talking about?"

Cas looks nervously at the younger hunter. Sam grits his teeth and scratches the back of his neck.

"I got to um..." Cas looks round. "I'm going to go to the library to look through some umm books."

The angel walks off eagerly wanting to get out of the room. Dean turns his focus to his brother. Sam fidgets. He wanted to tell Dean but with the state Dean is in he didn't want to put his brother in danger. Sam thought it is the best to keep his brother in the dark. Sam wanted Dean away from the witch and the archangel at the moment. Sam is going to see if there is a way to stop anyone from entering people's heads. He didn't want Dean to be visited by the archangel again.

Sam gives his brother a pat on the back and he goes down the hallway towards his bedroom.

"Sammy!" Dean yelled. Sam stops and looks at his brother. Dean turns worried. "If you want to talk about Lucifer you know I'm here right."

Sam didn't want to stress his brother. Dean didn't deserve to share the pain with him. Sam instead lowers his eyes and goes to his bedroom and closes the door behind him.

Dean's lip trembled. Dean didn't know why but he felt emotional all of a sudden. He didn't like being pushed away he didn't like being shut out.

Jack noticed Dean's face screwing up as Sam left the room. Jack thought Sam needed time to recover from Lucifer and Cas needed time to investigate the possibility of Patrick being a threat. This didn't mean Dean should be alone. Jack did what other humans do when someone is upset. He goes down and pulls Dean in for a hug.

Dean jumps in surprise when Jack hugs him. He was going to scowl at the nephilim but instead he wraps his arms around Jack and hugs him back.

"You can hang out with me if you like." Jack beamed.

Now Dean actually scowled and pulls away.

"You don't need to entertain me I'm not a ki..."

"I know. I was only being nice."

Dean sighs.

"I know kiddo I know you are only helping." He then had a thought. "Hey where's mom?"

"She...She left." Jack replied with a frown.

"Left? Why?"

Jack swallows knowing the reason why but he wasn't sure whether to bring it up or not.

"I don't know." He lied.

Dean studied the nephilim closely. Jack can be a terrible liar sometimes. By looking at the nerves on the kid's face he is hiding something. Dean remained quiet and nods.

"Okay well I'm gonna go to my room."

"You sure? We can play chess or play that game you were meaning to show me Mouse Trap right?"

"Maybe later." Dean shrugged.

Dean goes into his bedroom. He opens his drawers and digs around for his phone. He pulls it out and unlocks the screen. He sits on the bed and strolls through his contacts. He presses his mom's number and waits. He groans when it went to voicemail. So Dean tried again but he is received with the same results.

"Mom. Its me. Can you umm can you call back I need to talk to you its important...Please." He sighs. "I get that you are busy but I really do need to talk to you so please just call me back...Talk to you later...Hopefully."

He puts the phone down and lies back on his bed. He closes his eyes and puts his hands together.

Michael. I don't know if you can hear me but..."

Dean opens his eyes. Shock fills his face. Why the Hell is he praying to Michael? The hunter should be grateful the bastard is out of his head.

Dean couldn't shake off this empty feeling he felt inside him. The memory of when Michael saved them both kept replaying in his mind. He felt safe when Michael carried him to his bedroom. The strangest thing is he felt more safe with the archangel than his own family. Dean hated himself for feeling like that but the incident with Mary and Bobby made him uneasy around his family now.

The door opens and Jack peers in.

"Hey."

Jack steps in and closes the door. He sits on the bed and puts a bowl down. Dean looks at the bowl.

"Ice cream?" Jack gets out two spoons and gives Dean one. "Jack we just had breakfast."

Jack smiles and digs out his first spoonful of vanilla ice cream.

"We did this a lot. When no one was around I would bring in the sugary sweets, ice cream, pie." He grins. "We used to eat it in your bedroom. One time Sam came in and I quickly hid the chocolates under your pillow but Sam saw the chocolate around my mouth and..." He gave a sheepish smile. "We were forced to eat salad for lunch."

Dean smiles as the memory came clear to him.

"We really spent a lot of time together."

"You got attached to me as soon as you set your eyes on me." Jack chuckled. Dean blushes pink with embarrassment as he remembers the time when he and Jack played together. He saw Jack as a big brother figure. The kid was always protecting him, taking care of him. "Hey." Jack smiled. "No need to be embarrassed."

"I was weak Jack. I'm suppose to be protecting you, Cas, Sam." He sighs. "I done a crap job so far."

"Dean. You did protect us. You said yes to Michael for us. Let us help you now." Jack pushes the bowl of ice cream towards the hunter. "Let me take care of you."

Dean looks at the bowl.

"You are not meeting my dietary needs."

"I can get you an apple if you like..."

"Hell no."

Dean scoops up the ice cream and takes a bite of it. He let out a Hmmm" and he goes for another bite.

"You wanna watch Frozen." Jack suggests.

Dean froze and he frowns.

"Why the Hell would I want to watch that?"

"We watched it when you were mentally four. You loved the movie you loved that song from Elsa. Let it Go." Dean's mouth drops open in shock. "Or was it Do you want to Build a Snowman? I think you loved them both. You begged Castiel to make it snow so we build a snowman but Castiel said he is angel not a weatherman he can't control the weather."

Dean frowns at the memory.

"Jack, do not ever mention that again...EVER!"

Jack frowns.

"Umm okay."

The nephilim lowers his head and continues eating. Dean does the same.

"It was Let it Go." Dean whispered.

Jack looks up. Dean smiled shyly and returns to his ice cream. Jack grins and they returned to eating the ice cream in peace.