"Michael? Michael?"

Dean frowns when there was no response. He puts his hands together.

Michael. He prayed.

The sudden cut in the conversation made Dean feel uneasy. The archangel would have at least said goodbye.

Right?

Jack peers in with a board game tucked under his arm. His smile drops when he sees the worry on the little hunter's face.

"Dean, Dean what's wrong?"

Jack puts the game to the side and sits on the bed. Usually when Dean was upset they would sit him on their lap and hug him. That was baby Dean this is adult Dean. Jack is sure Dean wouldn't want to sit on his lap at the moment.

When those two big green eyes turn towards Jack, the nephilim's heart broke. Jack has never seen fear this extreme on the child's face. Even afraid Dean looked cute.

God why did Dean have to be so adorable.

"Jack." His green eyes widen. "I think something is wrong."

"Wrong?" Jack frowned.

Dean stands up and nearly wobbles on his little legs. He gets the phone and starts to scroll through. He presses on to his brother's number. He cursed when it went to voicemail.

"Sammy damm it." He tries Mary but gets the same results. He then tires Cas. Again voicemail. "Why is nobody picking up!"

Dean throws his phone in anger. Hot tears forms as fear bubbled up inside him. Dean may have been reduced to an infant but his hunter instincts remained the same. Did Michael hurt them? Dean shakes his head. His gut was telling him the archangel is innocent. Yeah Dean Winchester just classed Michael as an innocent. So what could possibly be happening...

Oh shit.

Cas must have made the call. They must have found Michael. If Patrick has gone dark side.

"Dean!"

Dean snapped out of his thoughts and faces Jack. He grimaced when Jack had a tissue out for him. Dean takes it and wipes his eyes.

"I never imagined you to be a crying type." Jack says.

Dean dumps the tissue in the bin.

"I'm not. It's the curse remember."

Jack didn't look convinced.

Dean grew up too soon, he was raised to shove his emotions to the side and focus on others. He couldn't cry in front of his old man. Crying was seen as a weakness. John didn't want his eldest to be weak. Dean was his soldier he had to be on guard at all times. Protect Sammy, help Sammy, meet all of Sammy's needs, put Sammy first. The rules were drilled into Dean's head. He followed his orders no questions asked. He put his whole life into Sam he started to forget to take care of himself. The curse has caused a crack in the hunter's mask. The child behavior intertwining with Dean's current behavior is preventing the hunter from keeping his emotions hidden. Any slightest problem the tears fall. Any fear or worry the tears show. It's become a habit now. That's why everyone started carrying tissues with them. No one admitted it out loud but they thought it was good for the little hunter to just let everything out.

The curse has really been a blessing to both the archangel and the hunter.

Dean calms down and picks his phone up. He felt embarrassed for his little outburst but decided to move on and act like it never happened. His finger hovers over the witch's number.

Wait

"Jack." Dean faces the nephilim. "Can you take me to Rowena."

Jack furrows his eyebrows.

"Why?"

Dean grits his teeth. He could tell Jack here and now what is bothering him but that would be to time consuming. Plus Dean didn't want to repeat himself.

"What if I said that Sam, Cas, mom, everyone could be in danger and we need Rowena to stop it."

Jack's eyes go wide. Horror fills his face.

"I'll get my bag." Jack hurries down the hallway. Seconds later he comes back with his rucksack and angel blade. Dean chuckled at the sight causing Jack to frown. "What?"

"You got your powers back you don't really need..."

He gestures to the blade. Jack looks at his blade and smiles sheepishly.

"Oh yeah I forgot." Jack holds the blade out to the little hunter. "Here you have it."

Dean takes it and smiles. Jack puts his rucksack on. The nephilim looked way too excited to finally be going on a mission.

"So what's going on? Is it Michael?" Jack asks.

"I'll tell you when we get there."

Jack scoops Dean up in his arms. Dean glares him.

"I have to keep you safe when travelling. I don't have seat belts or straps so I have to hold you." Jack explained.

Jack hugs the child close to his chest and wraps his arms around him. He ignored Dean's protests as he flapped his wings.

Both boys suddenly appear in a room.

"What the bloody Hell!"

Jack turns round with Dean still in his arms. He smiles.

"I did it. We're here."

Rowena knocked her drink over when the nephilim appeared in front of her. Hope filled her chest when her eyes went on the little boy in his arms.

"Mic..."

She stops and covers it up with a cough.

He's dead. That's Dean. She told herself.

"Dean if you come here to complain about the curse the door is that way."

She points at the door and growls at the child. She couldn't face Dean. When she looked at those eyes, the little freckles that dusted across his cheeks, that big smile that lights up the room it reminded her of the archangel. When she thought of Michael she thought of the witch who stepped up and took care of them both.

Dean frowns at the witch's red eyes. He can see she's been drinking heavily and she's hardly slept. The deaths hit her hard. He frees himself from the nephilim's grip and runs up to her.

"Rowena, Rowena." The child in Dean expressed excitement to share the news that he knew would make her happy. "They're alive Patrick and Michael are alive."

Okay Dean didn't plan on announcing the news like that. He kicked himself for even saying it in a childish manner.

Rowena looks at Dean's happy expression. She frowns thinking she was hearing things.

"Huh?"

Jack went eye wide when he realized what he did. Rowena wasn't suppose to know about the witch and the archangel.

Castiel and Sam are gonna be angry with me.

Rowena looked stumped. Her eyes shift on to the bottle.

"Aye I had too much to drink." She nodded to herself.

Dean shakes his head.

"No." He tried to lower his voice as much as possible hoping it would make him sound like an adult. "They faked their deaths, they're alive. Michael just spoke to me."

Rowena's head snaps towards him. She studied him trying to find anything that showed the little bugger is lying. The kid looked serious. Her nails dig in her skin and her breath quickened. The feeling of hope returned.

"Where are they?" She asks her voice barely a whisper.

"I don't know." Dean answered honestly. "Michael was going to come to you. It's Patrick the binding spell...the power has got to his head."

Rowena grits her teeth. She knew that could be a possibility. Witches were never meant to be vessels for the folks upstairs. Witches and angels are too different their ability to share powers is seen as impossible. Yet Patrick decided to ignore the rulebook and volunteered to be a vessel to the oldest archangel in existence.

"But when I was talking to him, he cut off. I..." He swallows . "I think Sam may have found them and...I think he is gonna to kill them."

Rowena is up from her chair. She walks to her shelves and grabs her spell books. She slings them in her bag. Dean stood with his mouth open. He has never seen the witch this determined. It usually took a lot of convincing to get her off her ass. The witch was like a whole new woman.

"Dean. Rowena I..."

"It's fine Jack." Dean assured him. "We're doing the right thing."

"This was an order from Michael." Jack looked sceptical.

"You want to save Patrick?" Jack nods. Dean nods back. "So that's what we are gonna do."

"I hope it isn't too late." Jack frowns. "He's nice and he saved us. I like him."

Dean gives a hopeful smile.

"Boy."

Jack faces the witch assuming Rowena was acknowledging him.

"Yes?"

"Can you sense them?"

Jack closes his eyes. He expands his powers and tires to connect with the archangel's grace.

'I got it." He narrowed his eyebrows. "I can feel something else as well...it's unpleasant."

"Witchcraft." Rowena nodded. "Pat's magic."

"There is something else." Jack continued. "I find it uncomfortable. It's very restricted."

"The binding spell." Rowena lifts her bag over her shoulder. "I swear when I get my hands on him, performing such a risky spell oh..." She shakes her head but her lips form a small smile. She is clearly relieved, happy that the He-witch is alive. "So can you take us there?"

"I can." Jack nodded. "Dean you..."

"No."

"I already broke one rule. Sam and Castiel will be mad that I took you out. It could be dangerous."

"I'm not staying!" Dean stood his ground and glares at the nephilim. "I'm coming. That's not up for discussion."

"Let him come." Rowena sighed.

She pats Dean's head and smirks when he glares at her. She smiles and links arms with the nephilim.

"Ready to take flight." She grinned.

Jack was about to scoop Dean up but the hunter grasps on to the nephilim's jacket and does the 'Don't even think about it look'. Jack sighs but decides that Dean deserved some sort of independence. So he holds Dean's hand and keeps the child close to him while ensuring Rowena is safe as well. Sometimes Jack's type of travelling can be a bit bumpy.

The nephilim flaps his wings and the three of them vanish.

The water came crashing down like a tidal wave.

"LOOK OUT!" Sam screamed.

The hunters were too late to react. The wave hits them and sends them across the bar. They all crash into the wall. Water soaks through their clothes causing the hunters to wince as the ice-cold water made contact with their skin.

Patrick looks down and smiles when the flames died down. He steps over the scorch marks and sighs as he looks round the destroyed bar.

"Shame, I liked this bar."

He steps over the broken pieces of chairs and tables and starts to make his way towards Sam and his merry band of hunters.

"Patrick, don't." Michael warned.

Patrick shoves Michael into the darkness.

Let me handle them. Patrick growled.

In their mind Michael came back. He finds Patrick in the driver seat. The wicked gleam in his eyes caused Michael to shiver. He really needed to take Patrick to Rowena. He needed to do it now. The archangel charges but Patrick turns and grabs the archangel by the throat.

"My body. My rules." Patrick snarled. "You said yes to me. You obey me."

He shoves the archangel away. Michael stumbles back and his eyes widen with surprise. The archangel shakes his head.

"I followed the old you. This new you, never, not in a million years. I'm taking the controls from now on."

A few words slip out of Patrick's mouth. Michael steps forward and stops. His hands go on the invisible barrier.

"Patrick."

He pounds the wall. It rippled but didn't break. Michael tried again but the barrier remained standing.

"In my mind I see myself as the stronger being." Patrick's lips form into a cruel smirk. "Funny how an individual's thoughts can change everything."

"I'm an archangel." Michael grits his teeth. "You can't possibly make me weaker."

Patrick smiles and taps his head.

"The human mind can do extraordinary things. Dean was not smart enough to see that." He steps forward and faces his doppelgänger. "In my eyes I don't see an archangel, a warrior, a Prince. I see that pathetic child who thought he could kill God."

Michael knew this is the power talking. Its made the witch think he is the top dog, the most powerful being in the world, he thinks he is unstoppable. However Michael couldn't help but feel hurt by the witch's sudden change in tone.

"You believed in me." Michael straightened up. "You still do."

"That was before I had a taste of your sweet power. Now I realize I don't need to teach you, I can just use you."

Michael catches his reflection. His eyes widen when four-year old Dean looks back at him. His wide eyes meet Patrick's dark ones. Patrick chuckles.

"A weak, pathetic child." The witch folds his arms. "What you going to do cry for father, Gabriel, Raphael, Lucifer...Oh." He covers his mouth and fakes a gasp. "I forgot you killed all your brothers and God well God saw you as...a failed piece of draft." He grins. "You have no one. You're alone. You will always be alone. Excuse me I have important matters to deal with."

The witch turns on his heel and walks away.

"God is not my father."

Patrick stops and looks over his shoulder. Michael stared at him. His small hands remained on the barrier.

"You are." Michael's face remained blank but Patrick saw the glimmer of hope in those familiar green eyes. "Dad." Michael beamed at him.

Patrick stood still staring at the archangel in disbelief. This was the first time Michael has referred him as father. Patrick didn't know what to say to that.

A wave of pain came in causing Patrick to return to the driver seat. He looks down and sees witch bullets embedded into his skin. He looks up and sees Mandy with her gun out and aimed at him

His eyes glow and he wraps his hand around the bullets. He pulls it out and lets it drop to the ground. His skin starts to knit back together.

"Useless." He smirked.

He raises his hand. Mandy slides across the room towards the witch. He grabs her by the chin and lowers his gaze on her.

"You should have listened to my warning."

Mandy gasps. She looks down. The witch had his fist in her chest. He twists her insides and latches on to the organ that keeps her alive. He rips the heart out causing blood to splatter everywhere. His smiles with delight as Mandy turned pale and falls on the ground.

"NO!" Sam screamed.

Patrick steps over the newly deceased body.

"Tell me Sam." He clenches his fist. Sam drops down to the ground. "How did you know I was in control?" Sam refused to answer. The death of Mandy shocked him. Patrick raises his eyebrow. "I expect you to answer Samuel." Sam grits his teeth as the burning feeling increased in his body. "Its the accent isn't it? Michael kinda drops my heavy Irish accent when he is in control." He looks round. "And I'm in a bar. You did find me in a bar the first time you found me. I guess it's a stereotype. The Irish just love their drink."

Patrick spins round and grabs his incoming attacker by the jacket.

"Halo." He plucks the angel blade out of Cas's hand. "You know that does nothing to me."

Cas looks through the witch's smirk.

"Michael."

"Michael is not here right now." He cocked his head. "Care to leave a message."

He laughs and tosses Cas into the table.

The hunters gather behind Eddie. They draw their weapons. Riley whistles. The hunters charge. Angels and witch bullets fly out. Patrick chants and flicks his wrists.

"GET DOWN!"

The hunters duck and avoid the spray of bullets. Eddie growls and slams the witch into the wall. Eddie raises his leg and kicks Patrick in between the legs causing the witch to wince.

"I hate Michael. I hate Dean. This world was my one chance at starting over. Then the little bastard had to say yes to the feathery freak." He punches Patrick across the face. "DEAN RUINED EVERYTHING!" He presses the shot-gun against the witch's chest. "Now I'm gonna make this right. That means ending you...WITCH!"

Patrick lunges forward and pins Eddie to the table. The witch's eyes glow. The shot-gun lifts off the ground. Eddie tried to speak but no words came out. The witch has silenced him. The shot-gun presses against Eddie's chin.

"No...No...NO!"

The shot-gun fired and the bullet shoots up and blows the hunter's brains out. Patrick pulls away and lets the body fall to the ground. He looks at the other hunters.

"Hmm..."

Patrick charges at each one and smites them on the spot. Sam watched feeling helpless as each hunter fell on the ground. The hollow sockets where eyes once were brought back the horrifying memories of when Michael killed everyone in the bunker.

It was happening again.

Sam couldn't do a thing to stop it.

Riley was the last to fall. He lands on the pile of bodies. Patrick steps back feeling satisfied. Mary comes in swinging her blade. She swings her blade and cuts the witch's arm. Patrick hissed and he punches Mary. Mary's head snaps back by the impact and she falls and bangs her head on the ground.

"MOM!"

Patrick raises his hand. Sam is glued to his spot unable to reach to his mom. Patrick's face darkens as he looks down at the huntress. Mary spits out blood and glares at him.

"Why Mary?" He shakes his head. "Why?"

"You know why." She spat out.

"Because of what I did to Bobby? Oh Mary I didn't kill him. If he took care of himself he would have lived. I do the curse the rest is on the individual what their choices are."

"It is still you're doing." She growled.

The witch looks at the mother and son. He read their thoughts and sadly shakes his head.

"This could have been prevented." He gestures to the dead bodies. "If you decided to face the problem head on we wouldn't be standing here today."

"The problem is you." Mary spat out.

"It's not. I'm what you call a distraction. You needed a case to work on that would keep you away from the real problem." He puts his hands on his hips. "The real problem is Dean." Mary opens her mouth. The witch glares at her. "Do not argue with me. I hate liars. Mary Winchester you are the biggest liar going. You kept your deal a secret for all them years. You are the reason your boys were forced into the hunting life. The British Men of Letters." He scoffed. "Don't get me started on them."

"I had my reasons."

"Right. Get your boys out of the hunting life. You wanted to give them a normal life." Patrick waves his arms in frustration. "This is what I am talking about. Distraction. Mary can't you see your sons just want one simple thing from you. They want a MOTHER!"

"I am their mom." Mary yelled. "They are my boys. I never wanted them to have this life. Working with the British Men of Letters I wanted to make America monster free so my sons can stop hunting and have the normal life they deserve."

"You wanted to do that as a way to make up for what you did all those years ago. This mission, killing me is also a way to make up for what you did at the cabin. Your boys simply want motherly love they want their mom there for support but no you just throw in other things that you hope would make them happy and they would forgive you. Sorry sweetheart but that is not how it works. Sam has recently been through a traumatic event. He's been possessed by the Devil. What do you do, suggest a team up and go on a mission to kill Satan's big brother. You played with his vulnerability made him think once I and Michael are gone he can recover and move on."

His eyes slide towards the younger Winchester. The witch looked sympathetic towards the hunter.

"You should have helped him not run away." His eyes look back down at the huntress. "Dean he didn't want this. All he wanted was to talk. You couldn't stand the thought of seeing your sons turning against you. So you chose the easy way out and ran away like you always do. Despite what happened your boys still love you. No matter how many mistakes you made they still love you."

"I'm gonna do better." Mary's lips tremble and her watery eyes face her youngest. "I will do better. Sam..." She shakes her head. "I'm sorry."

Tears started to form in Sam's eyes. Patrick forces Mary to look at him.

"I wish I can let you go." He sighs. "I can't. I know something will come up. You will run, you will choose someone over your sons yet again, you will betray your boys again."

"I won't."

"Since you been back all you done is hurt them. You tried to be a mom to Dean but you still failed. You pushed Sam away and Dean nearly died. You should have never came back."

His hand goes on her head.

"What the Hell are you doing!" Sam yelled.

Patrick's sad eyes go on the younger hunter.

"Say goodbye Sam."

"No. No."

Mary goes to fight. Patrick places his finger on her lips. Mary froze. Tears pour down her face as Patrick's eyes turn blue.

"Cas!" Sam yelled.

Cas helplessly watched the scene. The witch kept him glued to the table. No one can move.

"Say goodbye Sam." Patrick repeated.

Mary was crying. She sobs and mutters a series of apologizes.

"This is for the best Mary." Patrick spoke softly. "The Darkness made a mistake. She should have never brought you back. You were happy in Heaven. The Darkness had no right to take you away from that. Think about John." He smiled. "You will be with John again."

Mary's crying slowed down. She blinks through the tears. As always tempting as it was and she would do anything to be with John again her boys needed her. She needed to do better she had to do better.

"I want to be with my boys."

Patrick cups her cheek. Mary hoped the witch would change her mind. The tears pour on to his hand. It didn't bother him.

"No."

Mary's eyes widen with horror.

Suddenly Mary's skin turns pale and becomes thin as paper. Wrinkles appear on her face and outlines of her bones show under her frail skin. Her heart's rate slows as her life is slowly drained out of her. Sam's screams faded as Mary focused on the witch. She silently begged for another chance but the witch showed no sign of changing his mind.

I'm sorry. Mary thought.

Just then the sound of wings catches everyone's attention.

"Mom!"

Patrick looks over his shoulder.

"Dean."

"Patrick!"

Patrick tensed up by that voice. He looks at the owner of the voice.

Rowena stood with her mouth hung open. Shocked by what she is witnessing. Her eyes meet his and they stared at each other. His lips parted and his wide eyes look her up and down. He suddenly removes his hand and the years slam back into Mary causing her to fall over.

Patrick's eyes shift left and right. Everywhere he looked there was bodies, blood, death so much death.

It was all his doing.

The He-witch became horrified as he took in the damage he has caused, the innocent lives he has killed. Humans he killed humans.

For years he insisted he was nothing but a gambler. He wasn't a murderer until today. Today Patrick went over the line, he let the power get to his head. He turns his head to the huntress who was unconscious. Only seconds ago Mary was close to death's door. He was going to take her years away and kill her.

"I..."

Patrick stops and shakes his head.

His eyes flashed blue causing everyone to become tense. He looks up and glances at his surroundings. He looked saddened by the scene, mournful. When he faced Rowena his expression changed.

He walks towards her. Rowena stared at him and held her breath as he got closer. He stops inches away from her.

"Mom."

Rowena gasps with realization.

"Michael."

Michael throws his arms around her and hugs her.

Then he cried.