When Mary heard the knock she became tense. Suddenly she wasn't ready to face the newest arrival. It was easier to talk to him on the phone but face to face it is going to be hard. Mary knew now was not the time to chicken out she is a hunter her son is a hunter, they are two hunters working together. Mary just had to keep this professional and act like she is working with any other hunter. She couldn't let the mother in her cloud her thoughts. She wasn't letting her sons down, she wasn't letting the hunters down and most of all she is not letting herself down.

Mandy answered the door and greeted the newest arrivals. Mary slips on her mask and turns to Sam.

"Sam." She looks at the angel. "Castiel."

"Mom." Sam nodded.

Sam put his duffel down. Mary stood awkwardly behind him.

"How was the drive?" She asks.

"Good." Sam replied his tone neutral.

Mary can tell her son wasn't up for small talk. So she decided to go straight into business.

"Where's Jack?"

"At home."

Mary frowns.

"But we need him."

"I don't think that's a good idea."

"I agree with Sam. Jack has only got his powers back. I don't want him in another fight." Cas says.

Mary sighs but decided to not argue. She had the holy oil. She can trap Michael, capture him. Then she thought without Jack on the board best option is extraction. Remove the grace, make Michael human then she can kill him and the witch.

"When should we start?" Sam asks. "You got a location?"

" Yeb. " Riley spun round towards the laptop and began typing. "CCTV footage."

Sam hovers over him and looks at the screen.

"There's a car."

"Look."

Riley points at the person with their back to the camera. Sam saw glass scatter on the ground and few moments later the person turns round revealing their identity.

"That's him." Sam confirmed.

"There was another camera of a guy running down the street holding his arm." Riley continued "He looked shit scared. From looking at the streets and maps it appears he came from the area where Michael was last seen. I assume Michael did a number on him."

"Too sloppy for Michael." Sam shook his head. "Why would the archangel want to punch the car mirror?"

"It must be Patrick." Cas said with a hint of fear in his voice.

Looking at the camera the witch looked different. He is the not the same. The angel hoped he was wrong but if Patrick did attack this boy then it shows that the witch has gone dark side.

Cas thought about Dean's words. Patrick would rather be dead than hurt an innocent. Cas bit his lip as Riley typed.

"There's other sightings. This is not the first time he has hurt a civilian." He clicks on a link. "This was a couple of days ago."

The footage showed Patrick with his hand wrapped round a man's throat. He had the man pinned to the wall. The woman who looked much younger compared to the man screamed and mascara ran down her face. The witch drops the man on the ground and watches the man run off. Patrick turns to the woman and places his hand on her shoulder. Before they could see the interaction the footage switched off.

"I'm betting he beat her ass after that." Eddie growled. "Just like he did to the poor guy."

"Monster that's what I say." Mandy glared. The hatred towards the witch clearly showed on her face.

Cas lowers his head while Sam looked through more videos and he reads more information. The hunter was tired of seeing archangel activity. Sam wished he can go back to the normal salt and burn hunts. Life was so simple back then.

I got to do this. He thought.

"The one with the boy. That's the recent one?" Sam asks .

Riley nods.

"That's why I told you to meet us here." Mary says.

"We move out tonight." Sam nodded. He looks over his shoulder. "Right Cas?"

Cas sadly nods.

"Yes."

Patrick stood outside the department store. He grins as a woman steps on to the platform with a bunch of clothes slung over shoulder. She bites down on her pen and looks through her clothes. She dug out a black leather jacket, a red T-shirt, black trousers and red and gold sneakers.

She dumps the other pieces of clothing on the chair and pulls the pen out of her mouth. She made notes in her book and grabs the T-shirt. She walks round to the front and faces the mannequin. She didn't notice the witch outside grinning like a mad man as she put the T-shirt on the mannequin. On the shirt it had a pair of horns with the The Devil Incarnate written under it.

"Patrick..."

Shh

Michael fell silent as they watched the woman slip on the trousers, jacket and sneakers.

Can you hear it? The screams. Patrick eyes the mannequin up and down. He is suffering.

"Was it necessary?" Michael asks. "Turning my brother's former vessel into a mannequin. I mean seriously why? Why do that?"

Were you paying attention to our conversations? The witch sounded disappointed and annoyed. He wanted to experience what he had with Lucifer all over again. I gave him that. He is fully aware of his surroundings but no control of his body. He is trapped in his own mind.

"A mannequin is not the same as being possessed."

The woman raises the mannequin's arm. Patrick heard the internal scream.

"It's funny if you think about it." The witch smiled. "Nick is trapped in a cage just like the Devil."

He laughs like it was the most funniest joke he has ever heard. He stops and his face darkens.

Why you not laughing? You should find this funny.

"I would have laughed if I wasn't too busy worrying about you."

Here we go again! The witch snarled.

The archangel is being pathetic. When will he learn to calm down and have some fun. Patrick shakes his head it seems his work is not finished Michael had many lessons to learn.

"I'm hitting the bar." Patrick raises his hand and waves. "Enjoy playing dress up Nick."

The witch vanishes and appears at the local bar. As he sat down and drank Michael moved to the deepest part of their mind. The archangel sits down against the wall. His lips trembled and tears threatened to fall. He hated seeing the witch like this. Patrick didn't see Michael like a son anymore he was only interested in the power. Michael felt useless he wanted to help Patrick but he didn't want Patrick to walk out on him like God did.

His thoughts go to Rowena. This time the tears did fall. Michael hugs himself wishing the hug is from her. He missed her. He missed her meals, hugs, movie nights, he even missed the overalls she used to try to put on him.

All Michael wanted is comfort and to be loved. Without it he felt empty.

His breathing slows down and he curls up against the wall. He closes his eyes and tries to ignore the dark, cold surroundings that he has been forced to live in. He frowns when he felt something wet. He looks down and...Holy Hell!

Michael's eyes widen as he looks at his thumb that is currently in his mouth. He is sucking his damm thumb. He removes his thumb and confusion spreads across his face.

"I'm not cursed anymore."

Why the Hell was he acting like a baby just now?

Michael hopes Patrick didn't notice that. The witch would have found it adorable but Michael was not sure what Patrick would think now. Michael couldn't help but feel afraid of Patrick.

He helped you. Now it's time you helped him. A voice spoke up.

"I don't want to him to leave. " Michael replied with a shake of his head. "Rowena will blame me. Then I'll lose them both. "

You already lost them. Mama thinks you're dead and Dada has gone off the rails.

Michael looks round and glares.

"Who are you?"

Conscience, inner voice, moral compass. I been called a lot of things.

Michael frowns.

"I'm an archangel. I don't have a conscience."

Do now. The voice smirked. Turns out the curse made you more human than you think.

Michael leans against the wall. His face goes blank.

"That's just great."

You gonna listen to the voice in your head or are you gonna continue sitting there like a big baby.

"You are my conscience. You should not be insulting me."

It got you listening right. It again smirked.

Michael rolls his eyes.

"I can ignore you."

Michael could have sworn his inner critic sighed.

You and your Sword are so similar. Both stubborn as Hell. I try to give advice and you decide to be an asshole about it.

" Me? You are the asshole! "

That insult you gave me is nothing compared to what you been called. Winged dick, monster, freak of nature.

"Okay you don't need to tell me. I know."

They are all true.

Michael gave a bitch-face to that comment.

It's true. You are being a dick. You are being selfish. The witch is in trouble but you don't want to help because you don't want to be alone. It's always about you. It's been about you since Daddy decided to move worlds.

"It's not like that."

It is. You would rather watch Patrick go insane just so he will be by your side. That my friend is being selfish.

"I'm not your friend. Patrick...Do you think I like this? He did everything for me. He volunteered to be a vessel for me. I am supposed to be the most powerful being in existence but..." His shoulders slump. "...I never felt so useless in my life."

You can do something!

Michael stands up and walks across the room. He opens a box and starts to look through. His pulls out a teddy bear and studies it. He wraps his arms around the teddy bear and brings it close to his chest. He smiles. The teddy bear is soft and warm just how he liked it.

And you are ignoring me.

Michael brushes the soft texture against his cheek.

You are still ignoring me.

The archangel sits down. He rocks back and forth and hums to himself.

I can see what you're doing. Acting like you are fine but deep down you're not. Another similarity you share with your true vessel.

Michael lies on his side and closes his eyes tight. He grips the teddy bear. That voice would not shut up.

You can't ignore me forever. You know deep down I'm right. You won't admit it out loud.

The archangel blows out a sigh and turns on his back. He stares at the ceiling.

You feel guilty about your behavior. Don't deny it. Your conscience can't lie.

"You are good at causing headaches." He grumbled.

For years you put your siblings, Heaven, God first. Then God decided to walk and that's when you changed. It became all about you. What you wanted was all that mattered you didn't care about anyone else.

"I do care."

You hurt others to get what you wanted. You killed Lucifer because you wanted to impress God, you hurt Dean you wanted to break him so you can continue your mission, you wanted a monster army to destroy the world, now you refuse to help Patrick because you don't want him to leave you. It all links back to what you want. Want is the key theme here.

"I..." Michael closed his mouth. He wanted to argue but the annoying voice in his head is right. Michael felt guilty because of it. "I focused on my family I did everything for them. I met all their needs, I taught them, I was there as a shoulder to cry on I played the role as brother, father, leader, teacher. After what father did I decided to focus on taking care of myself I thought now it was time to put myself first for once."

Look what that did. You lost all your loved ones. You had your army of angels but it made no difference you still felt abandoned, neglected. Living in that dust bowl you called home it made you feel more alone than ever. That world was just as empty as you are. Being here in the witch's mind with a teddy bear. Michael looks at the stuffed toy that was still pressed against his chest. You feel what you felt back at home, empty and alone.

Again Michael couldn't argue. This conscience thing knew him too damm well.

"How do you know all this?"

I'm your damm thoughts you idiot.

Michael clicked his teeth suddenly feeling stupid for asking.

The witches took care of you, they loved you. It gave you this warmth that you haven't felt since the beginning of the time.

Michael knew that. He hasn't been loved for such a long time. Heaven was once a big happy family but it changed when Lucifer took the Mark.

Good things can't always last. It replied sadly.

Michael nods at that.

"I know. I really don't want to lose them."

There is a chance you might not. If you tell Rowena she will be happy to see you alive.

"If Patrick..."

Walks out. Rowena will not blame you. She would rather see him fine and pissed off than slowly losing himself to your powers.

Michael considered this. The uneasy feeling wouldn't leave him.

"She loves him. If he does leave...she will be heartbroken. I'm the reason they will not be together. "

The voice snorted.

Like a child not wanting their parents to split.

Michael frowns.

"Are you always this rude?"

The voice ignored him.

So if and that's a big if. If both witches leave you remember what Patrick told you.

Michael thought back to the many conversations he had with the Irish witch.

"Its time to change Michael. Be the archangel people look up to be a better role model than your old man." Patrick's words played in his head.

Michael sits up.

"He wants me to be a better archangel. Be there for the world. Do what father couldn't do...care for humanity. Heaven, Heaven need me. I can make it a better place. Use everything Patrick taught me."

He smiles at the thought of his powers bringing good to the world. He could be a healer like Jo. His smile widens as he thought of all the people he would meet and the happiness they would feel when he helps them. Michael could only imagine the amount of friends he would make. He would ensure the children grow up in a healthy and secure environment with a loving family. These children are the next generation. As Patrick said.

"These kids are the next generation. Each and every one of them are going to grow up, get a job, start a family and their kids will be the next generation after that. These kids are the future. Your plans to destroy the world, you are killing kids as well. Kids have so much to offer to this world. Look how far your father's creations have come. Technology, schools, houses. It's not all your father's work it is our work as well. Think of what these kids will come up. New advanced medicine? solution to Climate Change? Flying cars? You want to burn all the hard work we achieved since the beginning of the time?"

His thoughts go to little Lois. What she could grow up to be? Michael can already tell she is going to have a bright future ahead of her.

The archangel stands up. The love he received from the witches he can give it to the world. He will be loved by the world. The archangel wouldn't have to worry about being abandoned, neglected. He wouldn't be alone anymore.

First he had to help the one who he would call as his father. The archangel sighs. If he loses Patrick so be it at least the archangel will know that the witch will be okay.

Better contact Rowena before flying in. Don't want to give her a heart attack. His inner voice suggests.

Michael nods.

"Hmm oh and thank you for the advice."

You're welcome.

The voice went silent and Michael finally had a clear head. The strongest connection he has is his Sword. Even with the binding spell Michael can still reach out to Dean. He can't possess Dean but he can communicate with him.

He hoped Dean would want to talk to him.

The archangel had to make this quick before Patrick noticed. Michael places his hands together and closes his eyes. Usually he would be powerless in the human mind but the binding spell has fortunately let him keep his powers even when he is not actively present in the outside world. Plus he has the witch's magic to his advantage.

"Dean."

Michael smiles when he hears a soft gasp.

"Michael."

Michael grins at the child's voice.

"Still cursed I see."

"Yeah." He sighed.

"Listen Dean I can't talk for long. I need your help. "

"My help?" Now Dean sounded suspicious.

"I need you to talk to Rowena. Let her know we're alive."

" Why can't you do it? "

"It's complicated."

"It's Patrick."

"...Yes."

"Your powers are corrupting him. You want Rowena to break the spell. You want to free Patrick before it's too late."

Michael is stunned.

Damm his Sword is smarter than he thought.

"That's right. Please Dean I know we haven't exactly been on good terms but Patrick doesn't deserve this. He is a good man."

"I know. I'll help you."

Again Michael is stunned.

"You will help me?"

" I believe you. I don't know why I'm suddenly trusting you now but...I do believe you are doing this for a good reason. If there is a way to save Patrick then yeah go for it. "

Michael smiles wide.

"Thank you Dean."

"I'll call her."

"Again thank you Dean. Tell her I will go to her..."

Suddenly the line is cut off. Michael frowns and reaches out to his powers but there seemed to be a block. It couldn't be Patrick. They share their powers Patrick wouldn't be able to cut him off like that.

Worry grew inside Michael as he made his way to the surface. He joins control with the witch and...

Oh no!

The archangel found himself surrounded by flames. He takes a step forward but the barrier prevented him from going any further. He looks up and he froze in place.

The hunters surrounded him with their guns and angel blades out. At the front stood Sam Winchester and his mother. Behind them is the angel Castiel. Cas looked apologetic while the others looked ready to kill the beast.

Michael knew the beast, the monster is him.

" Sam. " Patrick spoke. "How are you feeling?"

"Do not speak to him." Mary interrupted with a growl. She points. "You killed Bobby."

Patrick frowns.

"Killed?"

"He's dead because of the curse you put on him."

" Ah well. " Patrick shrugs. "He deserved it."

"Excuse me?"

"That's what he gets attempting to kill an innocent boy."

"He was doing his job." Mandy yelled.

"Killing the archangel Michael oh yeah I get that part but sweetheart, there are other ways to handle the situation. Would you really put a little boy at risk?"

"That boy was not a civilian." Eddie says. "That boy was Dean Winchester."

"He is one of yours, a hunter." Patrick pointed out. "You were going to kill one of your own."

"He was never one of us." Eddie replied. Mary and Sam face him with shocked expressions. "I'm sorry but it's true." Eddie continued. "Mary, Sam we respect you but what Dean did...he betrayed us, he said yes to the enemy."

" He did it for us. " Sam says.

"Look where it got us. Our people are dead, our leader is dead. Remember Maggie Sam!" Sam flinched at the mention of the young hunter. Eddie nods. "Yeah. All this is your brother's doing. Their blood is on his hands. He gave Michael access to this world. Dean is the reason why we got powered up monsters running wild. I'm sorry Sam but your brother screwed up big time."

"He failed to keep the archangel locked away in his head." Another hunter added.

"Exactly. The guy is an idiot!"

"Hey!"

Sam is about to charge at Eddie. Mary and Cas pull him back.

"Alright enough!" Mary yelled. "I know you guys are doing this for Bobby. So am I. Remember that Dean is my son. As a mother I am getting justice for him whether you like it or not."

"Bullshit." Mary looks at the witch with a baffled expression. Patrick laughs. "Have you heard yourself love?"

"You will not be laughing once I'm done with you."

"I bet you would wear me out. " Patrick winked and smirked. "You guys are forgetting something."

"Yeah? What's that?" Sam asks .

Patrick smiles.

"I'm a witch."

He raises his hand and suddenly the water comes crashing down.

And done! Ha ha. 40 chapters. Gosh I didn't think this story would get past 20 lol. The ideas kept expanding lol.

So Michael. Well as I was writing this it made me think back to my classes. I learnt about The Attachment Theory by John Bowlby. It conveys that it is vital that babies forman attachment with their primary caregivers, their parents. The attachments they form from birth affects their behavior and personality later in life. If the parents fail to form a relationship with their child it can cause the child to feel insecure, isolated, neglected and alone. Children would struggle to show feelings such as love, they would struggle to identify other people's emotions and feelings and they would struggle to make friends and form romantic relationships when their older.

I thought God was absent. He left Michael. This made Michael feel insecure, made him paranoid, so he cut off from everyone and focused on himself. His behavior was affected. He lashed out and he was angry and that's another sign children express anger when they don't get the love and attention they need. God failed to form a positive relationship and failed to form a secure attachment with Michael. It made Michael cold, hostile. The archangel was hurting so he wanted to hurt others. The feelings of love, compassion were gone.

The curse. Let's see it as a way of starting over. Starting from scratch. Patrick and Rowena formed an positive and secure attachment with Michael. They gave him love, they cared for him and met his needs. As you noticed Michael's behavior has changed. He has grown to show love and he is now much calmer. He has learnt from his guardians and what he learnt he is willing to give it to the world. He wants to help humanity now. Yes Michael does still express anxiety regarding relationships but he has come a long way from when we first saw him.

Damm my childcare classes has helped me with this story. I'm so grateful.

Next chapter coming soon.