Michael sat on the couch and watched Rowena pacing up and down the room. She had the spell book open and next to it was a blank page. She scooped up her herbs and spices and read through each bottle carefully.

"What are you doing?" Michael asks.

Rowena writes something down.

"A spell. To undo the binding spell. Due to the bizarre circumstances I have to make some adjustments. Got to create a brand spell and test it."

"How long will that take?"

"Can't really say." Rowena puts the bottles down and sits down next to the archangel. She looks at his sad expression. "Still nothing?"

Michael shakes his head and looks down.

"He shut me out. It's all my fault."

Rowena cups his cheek and gets him to look at her.

"It's not your fault wee one. He will get over it. He needs time."

Michael nods but he didn't look convinced.

Michael lays his head on her chest and wraps his arms around her. Rowena trails her fingers along his hair. At least he's calmed down. Earlier he tried to go on her lap. Rowena had to tell him he wasn't a child anymore if he climbed on her he would crush her. He pouted which caused the witch to laugh.

"Who would have thought you would grow up and look exactly like him." She tried to joke.

Michael frowns.

"I didn't grow up. I changed vessel. I am possessing Patrick that's why I look like him."

Rowena laughs and ruffles his hair.

"You hungry?"

"Don't need food anymore."

"Oh..." She laughs. "Of course you don't. You are full archangel again."

Michael taps his chin a few times and a grin forms on his face.

"I don't mind a slice of pecan pie."

Rowena sighs knowing where that came from.

"Dean."

"You wouldn't believe the cravings I had to endure during my time as Dean."

"You got any ladies I don't know about." The witch smirked.

Michael looked shocked. Rowena wiggled her eyebrows in a teasing manner. She knew the older Winchester was a ladies man. Michael then understood and leans back on the couch.

"Well." He put on his most charming expression. God is it bad that Rowena liked seeing that expression on the He-witch's face. Part of her wished it was Patrick pulling that look. "I had one."

Rowena picks up her scotch.

"Do tell."

"Her name was Lois." Michael explained in a teasing tone. "We met in a park."

"Continue."

"You could call it a play date." Michael huffed a smile. "We played for a while, talked. She loves playing with dolls. I told her I like toy soldiers." Rowena raised her eyebrow. Michael grins. "What? I have led armies. I told her I play as the General. I come up with strategies, plan out the attacks." His grin widens. "I always win."

"I bet that impressed her."

Michael does a dramatic eye roll.

"Boys." He puts on a high-pitched voice. That caused the witch to burst out laughing. Michael then straightened up. "Oh and this is the funny part."

He explained the prank he and Lois pulled on Patrick. Rowena's laughter increased. She laughed so much it turned into coughs. The laughter oh it was good to see Rowena laugh. It made Michael happy to see her laugh. His thoughts go to Patrick and the frown returns to his face. Rowena noticed but decided to not comment on it. There was really nothing neither of them could do.

"I'll get you that pie."

She was nearly going to kiss him on the head but she stopped herself. It felt wrong to kiss the archangel when he is wearing the witch who she secretly had a crush on.

She needed to get Michael in a new body.

She rose to her feet and goes to the kitchen. There is a knock on the door. Michael heard the witch curse from the kitchen. She comes out and mutters swear words under her breath as she went to the door. She opens it.

Jack stood with his usual cheerful smile.

"I knocked this time."

Rowena blinks a few times with surprise.

"Jack I wasn't expecting you." Her eyes lower and her frown deepens. "Or you."

Dean invites himself in causing the witch to scowl.

"I needed a break." Dean sighed as he went and sat on the couch.

"Since when did my place become a time out spot."

"Just now." Dean grinned. He glances at the kitchen. "Is that pie?"

"Yes and no it's not for you." She looks back at the nephilim. "You staying?"

Jack knew he should stay and protect Dean. They didn't know the condition the archangel is in or if Patrick could retake control again. Jack also knew that Dean wanted to be alone and the hunter is perfectly capable of taking care of himself.

The nephilim looks over the witch's shoulder.

"If you need me. Pray okay?"

Dean nods and smiles.

"Thanks Jack."

Jack smiles and vanishes.

Rowena closes the door.

"Do you know where Michael is?" Dean asks.

Rowena looks round and sighs.

"I think you scared him off. I'm guessing he is in his room."

"Scared him off?"

"I think you know what I'm talking about."

She goes in the kitchen and closes the door. Dean stands up and walks to where the guest bedroom was. He tiptoes and looks through the key hole. The hunter nearly jumps back when an eye appears on the other side.

"Michael?"

Dean heard movement behind the door. Dean is sure the archangel is moving away from the door. The hunter turns round and leans his back against the door. He slides down on to his butt and sighs heavily.

"I'm not mad if that's what you are wondering." Dean says. "I didn't like them dicks from your world anyway. I couldn't really connect with them after I came back."

"That was my fault." Michael's voice came through.

Dean heard the guilt in the archangel's voice. The hunter gave another sigh.

"Well I was kinda only known as the vessel for the biggest dick on the planet...I didn't care what they thought of me I was never interested in getting to know them. I only let them come with us because of mom. She was going to stay behind for them." Dean takes a deep breath and shoves his anger down. "I know I sound like an asshole but they were never meant to be here. You were never meant to be here or Bobby..."

The mention of the older hunter's name caused Dean to swallow. Dean heard the door open behind him. He stands up and faces the witch's legs. He cranes his head and looks at the archangel's worried expression. Michael noticed the tears filling in Dean's eyes as he looked at the area where he got stabbed.

Michael expected the hunter to angrily wipe his tears away but to the archangel's surprise Dean cried. The child broke down and cried. Michael looks round with a terrified expression.

"Um...Should I get Jack?"

Dean shakes his head no.

"Rowena?"

Again Dean shakes his head no. He looks at the archangel with wide eyes. Michael holds out his hand and smiles when Dean intertwines his fingers with his. Michael led Dean to the bed. Dean sits on it and continues to cry. The hunter is a mess.

"Its hit you." Michael says. "You are not in denial anymore."

The archangel went and got tissues from the bathroom. He came back and held them out to Dean. Dean takes them and angrily wipes his tears. Michael nods. He knew that was coming.

"Should I leave you alone?"

"Stay." Dean answered.

Michael sits down and watched as Dean crosses his legs and curls his fingers into fists. Michael can feel the anger rolling off the hunter. The angry wasn't directed at him Dean is angry with himself.

"Sorry."

Michael frowns.

"Why you sorry?"

"Since I came back all I keep doing is crying. I shouldn't even be crying every damm minute I'm an adult not a child and I..."

Dean trembled and more tears poured down his face.

"Stop resisting it. Just let it out." Michael puts more tissues down on the bed. "Trust me I been there the curse is overwhelming."

"I don't understand." Dean frowned. "I was fine when we spoke about it. I was calm during the whole thing."

Michael's eyes widen.

"You talked about it."

Dean nodded.

"When mom woke up." The guilt returns to Michael's face. "That wasn't Patrick." Dean quickly said. "Power got to his head. It makes you do crazy things. Believe me I know."

Dean grimaced as his thoughts go on the Mark of Cain.

"You are being too forgiving."

Dean shrugs.

"Can't stay mad for long when I'm like this. It's like a cycle. I'm angry, I cry then I forgive. Then it starts again."

"I am assuming you forgave your mother on that incident."

"Not quite. I'm not ready to forgive yet. I'm angry that she kept me and Sam apart but...I can understand where she is coming from...she just wanted her little boy back. From what I can remember..." He smiles. "...I had fun. Hey she didn't know Bobby was gonna...Hmm." His face turns blank. "I just wish for once she would take our side and stop choosing other people."

"She's a hunter."

"That's the problem. She thinks too much like a hunter. The other world she was thinking of the hunters because its her duty to save lives. She's been fighting this war against you. To suddenly drop it and leave...I suppose she felt she was betraying them. I get it I do but..."

"You put all that effort into finding her and Jack. Her decision to not return with you and Sam it felt like a slap to the face."

Dean looks at the archangel with surprise. Michael crooked a grin.

"I'm learning more human expressions by the day."

"More like a punch to the face." Dean muttered. "Since she's been back me and her we just can't connect. I understand she's struggling, she's missed all those years with us but...running away all the time it hurts you know. I heard about what Patrick said to her." He sighs. "We discussed that to. She was scared, scared that I would turn on her. That's on me. I been angry at her so many times..." He grits his teeth. "I'm a hard person to talk to I get it." He brings his knees up under his chin. "I get mad at every decision she makes all because I'm too needy and I always want my mom. Maybe it is me that's the problem. She's not being a bad mom I'm being a bad son."

"You want to be loved Dean. Your mother comes back into your life after all these years of course you will want her. You want to experience the motherly love again. That doesn't make you a bad person."

"I hate it when she's with other people. Its like I want her to myself."

"Its understandable like I said you missed her. You don't want to lose her again."

"I should accept she is not going to be the mom she was years ago. Too much has changed. The curse, she tried she really did, we were both happy. Like I said too much has changed we can't never go back to how things were. Curse or no curse. We're hunters I gotta accept she's a hunter and she's doing her job. I need to let go. Stop clinging to her."

Michael puts his hand on the child's shoulder. Dean didn't flinch away. That made Michael relax a little.

"What else happened in the talk?"

"Mom said she's sorry and she's gonna do better. She wants to focus on me and Sam. She knew she did wrong for pushing Sam away. We agreed we are gonna take it slow. We're all gonna support Sam give him time to recover like he originally should have done. We are gonna take a break from hunting for a while."

"Good choice." Michael agreed. "You all need break but Dean why did you come here?"

"I wanted to talk to you. See if you were okay."

"Really?"

"And...I wanted to start over. What happened between us stays in the past and never gets mentioned again. The curse has affected us both and I see it as a chance to start over. If you want to that is."

Michael's face lights up. He grabs the child and pulls him into a hug.

"Mi..."

Dean muffled and bangs his fists against the archangel's chest.

"Oh..." Michael pulls away. "Sorry."

Dean chuckles.

"Curse made you a hugger huh?

"The curse has turned us into huge softies." The archangel laughed.

They look at each other. One a big, badass hunter one of the best hunters in the world and the other the Warrior of God, a Commander, A Prince. Both were the most fearless beings in the world. Here they are both reduced to big kids.

Neither of them complained, it felt nice to not have the world on their shoulders, not have responsibilities they can both just relax.

"So...Mom huh?" Dean smirked. "Never thought an archangel would choose Rowena of all people to be their mom."

Michael laughs softly.

"I'm surprised myself."

"Pat is dad."

"Again I'm surprised. I love them both." Michael answered honestly.

"Never thought I would hear those words from your mouth."

"I do have a heart Dean."

"You sure?" Dean teased.

"I can't recall ever losing it. Unless the Tin Man stole it I know he wanted one." Michael smirked.

Dean went eye wide. Michael laughs at the kid's stunned expression.

"The witches made me watch a lot of movies. Especially Patrick he would give me a lecture on them."

Then the frown returned to his face. Dean saw the sadness in the archangel's eyes.

"Rowena is gonna fix this." Dean assured him.

"I know and I have faith in her but...Dean I can't get through to him. He regrets what he has done. I hate seeing him like this. I wish I can do something."

"He needs time."

"That's what Rowena said." Michael's eyes roll up. "I don't think I can wait. I feel helpless."

"I'm sure you will figure it out." Dean smiled.

Michael smiles back. He feels Dean's small arms wrap round him.

"Don't tell Sam." Dean glared.

Michael laughs and hugs the child back.

"I won't."

"This chic flick moment stays between us."

"Got it."

"Deal."

Dean raises his eyebrow waiting for a response.

Michael nods.

"Deal."

Rowena walks in on the both of them. She clears her throat getting their attention.

"Pie." She holds up a couple of plates. She puts them on the bed. "Don't make a mess." She warned.

"I would watch him he is the one that makes a mess when he eats." Michael laughed.

Dean shoots a glare at the archangel.

"Do not."

"Do to."

"Do not!"

"Do to."

"Do not!"

"Do to!"

" DO NOT! "

"Boys!" Rowena yelled. "Knock it off."

Michael grins.

"Yes mom."

The witch waves her arms in frustration and leaves the room.

The hunter and the archangel look at each other.

They both laugh.