Jack appears ready to take Dean home. His eyes meet Michael's. The nephilim said nothing but his smile said it all. Michael smiles back. It was nice to see no anger or hatred in the nephilim's eyes.

"Next time I come we're watching that movie." Dean told the archangel.

Michael nods.

"You always have the first choice."

"Damm straight." Dean grinned. His smile fades and his expression turns serious. "I hope you can reach Patrick."

"I hope so to." Michael frowned. He straightened up and waves. "Goodbye Dean."

Dean waves back.

"Bye Mikey."

Michael's heart warmed by the nickname. He grins as he watched the little hunter leave with Jack.

Dean takes hold of Jack's hand and they vanish.

Jack appears in the War room.

"Hey." Sam walks in. "How was Michael?"

Dean nods.

"Good. I agree with Cas Michael has changed. I have kept a close eye on him but damm he does act like a kid sometimes."

"You're not."

Dean glares at his brother.

"I look like one not..."

"Act like one yeah I remember." Sam gets out his phone. "Care to explain this."

He shows a video of Dean being tickled by Michael. Dean's eyes widen.

"What the?"

"Rowena." Sam smirked. "Seems Dean loves being tickled."

"No. No." Dean shakes his head. "I can explain. Michael got me by surprise when I came in. I got him to stop."

"I know you Dean." Mary joined Sam with a smirk on her face. "You used to love being tickled when you were little. Especially the feet."

"No uh uh. I hate it. I was pissed at him for it."

The hunters look at each other both with smirks on their faces.

"Well I thought..."

Sam suddenly reaches out and tickles his brother. Dean squealed in surprise.

"No no no."

Dean backs away his expression is terrified. Mary comes round the other side and tickles the little hunter under the arms.

"STOPPPPP!"

Mary scoops her baby boy up and she nuzzled her nose against his. Dean scowls. Why are they treating him like a kid? How could that video of his time with the archangel set them off like this?

Because you looked adorable in the video. His inner voice replied with a chuckle.

Oh God!

"Mom."

Dean winced when Sam came over and ruffled his brother's hair. Mary carries Dean to the bedroom and sits him on the bed.

"Let's remove these shoes shall we." She smiled devilishly.

"No please mom not you to." Dean groaned.

Mary held one foot while Sam held the other.

Then they tickled him.

Dean screamed with laughter. He kicks his legs and laughs. Mary leans forward and blows a raspberry into his stomach. Dean squeaked in surprise.

"Mom!"

"If you can let an archangel play with you I'm sure you can play with mommy and your brother." Mary teased. "Helps with the curse right Sam?"

"Right." Sam grinned.

Sam smiles as he watched his mom and brother roll about on the bed laughing. Mary and Dean did play a lot when Dean was mentally four but this time Sam was included Mary did not push him away they are helping Dean together and for once they are being a family without any worries or fears over their heads.

Dean looks and sees Sam attempting to pull a silly face at him.

"Sam what are you doing?"

Sam went cross-eyed. Dean almost choked at the sight. Sam stuck his tongue out. Dean snorted. He couldn't help himself it was hilarious.

Sam jumps on the bed. Dean flies up in the air by the force. Sam catches him and places him back on the bed. He chucked at Dean's glare. The little angry green eyes had no impact on Sam. It was too cute to look at.

Later on the Winchester family finally stop playing and they lay down on the bed. Dean sighs heavily. He looks at his left and notices Sam yawning.

"I'm not surprised you're tired." Dean muttered.

Sam pokes his brother in the stomach.

"You enjoyed it."

Dean cracked a grin. The brothers look at their mom who has fallen asleep. Sam chuckles as his mom turns on her stomach and drool comes out of her mouth.

"She sleeps like you."

"I don't sleep like that."

" Uh yeah you do. "

Dean glares. He let out a scowl when his brother and mom both wrap a protective arm over him.

"I'm a kid not a teddy bear."

"Ha you just admitted you are a kid."

"No I did no..." Dean sighs and he snuggled down into his warm embrace. "Go to bed bitch."

"Jerk."

Dean rolls his eyes when Sam fell asleep shortly after. The little hunter couldn't help but smile as he watched his family sleeping peacefully. The comfort from them made Dean feel relaxed.

Dean let's out a yawn and closes his eyes.

Dean woke up with a wince. He shifted his shoulders and groans as pain shoots up his body. He sits up and rubs his back. He paused. He lowers his arms and feels something next to him. He picks up a small piece of fabric.

Huh?

Dean quietly slips off not wanting to wake his brother and mom up. He heads to the bathroom and switches on the light. When he faces the mirror his heart stopped.

His hands tremble as he touches his face. No chubby cheeks.

"Hello."

No squeaky voice.

Dean flexes his shoulders. No skinny arms and legs.

He looks down at himself. He wasn't short.

The hunter sighs with relief.

"Finally."

His thoughts go on the piece of fabric. He looks down at himself again. His eyes widen as he realized he is not wearing any clothes.

He's been in bed with his mom and brother naked.

Oh God.

Dean blushed bright pink.

"Son of a bitch."

Dean quickly opens his drawers and digs out a T-shirt and shorts. He slips them on and throws away his previous clothes. He didn't need them anymore.

Dean stood at the end of his bed wondering what to do. His mom and brother looked so peaceful Dean didn't want to wake them.

Dean grabs a blanket and throws it over them.

"Dean." Sam slurred.

Dean pats his brother's arm.

"I'm good Sammy. Go back to sleep."

Sam was too tired to notice the change in his brother's voice. He rolls over and snores softly. Not wanting to disturb his family Dean went down to the guest room and goes into bed. He snuggled down and let's out a sigh.

He then smiles and falls asleep.

Michael sits on the bed and stares at the wall. His mind was going over possibilities on how he could reach out to the witch. He knew he couldn't go down and confront Patrick the witch would shut him out. Patrick made it very clear he didn't want to talk to the archangel. Michael sighed sadly. The witch was guilty for how he treated Michael. He was also guilty for killing all the hunters. Michael can feel the guilt echoing in his mind. The archangel hated that he couldn't do a damm thing.

"Patrick. Rowena found me a vessel. The spell she's finally solved it. I can leave you. We could go back to how things were."

Michael wasn't surprised when the witch didn't answer.

"Patrick please you got to snap out of this. I don't want to leave you like this. You will be trapped in your mind."

His mind remained quiet.

Michael hung his head and a sob escaped him.

"Dad." He sobbed.

The archangel's head snaps up when he heard something move. He looks and sees the vase has been moved. Michael rose to his feet and breathes out. Ice, cold air come out of his mouth.

Michael narrows his eyes. His heightened senses pull him towards the mirror. He becomes alarmed when a lipstick that he recognized was Rowena's lipstick starts writing on the mirror.

Lia

Michael held his breath. He suddenly caught a glimpse of the former witch in the reflection. Michael turns round but she was already gone.

The archangel didn't like the idea of a ghost being in the same house as Rowena. Especially that the ghost is Patrick's former lover. So the archangel vanishes and appears in an alleyway.

"Show yourself." Michael's voice echoed across the alleyway. His face hardened. "I said show yourself spirit."

Through the mist Michael catches something flickering. The witch's form fades in and out. Michael can sense she was struggling to show herself.

"Latch on to me. Use my energy." He nodded.

Michael felt his grace being pulled almost like something grasping on to it. The flickering stops and Lia appears.

The two stare at each other. Michael showed a hint of annoyance. He wasn't exactly pleased to see her. She is the barrier that is preventing Patrick from being with Rowena.

"You are Lia."

"You are the Archangel Michael."

Her face showed discomfort. Her shoulders are tense.

"Something wrong?" He asks.

"No it's just..." She sighs. "...Sorry it's...I'm seeing Patrick but it's not Patrick if you get what I mean. It's really weird."

"Would you like me to change?"

"Change?"

Michael closes his eyes. His body glowed for a few seconds. He opens his eyes and instead of the usual brown they are now green. Lia looks and notices her former partner has been replaced with the older Winchester. Her lips parted and worry fills her face. The archangel raises his hand.

"I'm still possessing Patrick." He gestures to his face. "I can become another. It's only temporary. Is this better?"

The former witch relaxed. Seeing Michael control Patrick's arms, legs, mouth it felt wrong to Lia. She knows Patrick and she knows he is always the one in control. To see another, an archangel controlling his body it showed Lia that something was seriously wrong with her former lover.

She nods at him. He folds his arms.

"Now what do you want?"

Lia steps back by his blunt question. His eyes harden, there was no warmth in them.

"You have a problem with me." She says.

"Answer the question."

" I'm here for Patrick. " She replied. "I'm worried about him just like you are."

Michael moves towards her. His eyes flash blue as he examines deep into her soul.

"For you to be here on Earth you haven't moved on." He looks at the troubled soul. "You're stuck here."

"Ding ding. You are correct." She said sarcastically.

"What's keeping you here?"

"I think you know the answer."

Michael sighs.

"Patrick." She nods. "So all this time you been watching us?"

"I'm tied to him. Been like that since my death. Yeah I seen everything."

Michael frowns.

"Including the curse?"

"Including the curse." Lia smirks. "You were an adorable child."

Michael blushed. Lia chuckles.

"If you been with him for all these years why have you not said anything? He thinks you are at peace."

"He would feel guilty. Guilty that he is the reason I can't move on. I don't want him to feel like that."

"You remain stuck because of it."

"I hoped for him to move on. If I appeared to him then he would force himself to move on because like I said he would feel guilty for keeping me here. It wouldn't work he has to move on for himself not for me. He has to let me go when he is truly ready and he allows himself to be happy. I had to let him do it himself no matter how long it took."

"You were willing to wait."

" I was yes until today. I'm not having him spending the rest of his days trapped in his own head."

"Why because then you will never be able to move on?"

"Because I love him. He is a good man. He does not deserve this. Patrick has had his moments through the years but he never killed anyone unless it was the last resort. That day with the hunters, I have never seen him like that."

"It's my fault."

Lia wanted to blame him. It was his powers that corrupted her dear witch. He was fine until Sam dragged him into their mess.

No, he wasn't fine. He was never fine. She thought.

When Lia watched Patrick interact with the little archangel she saw happiness in his eyes. This was the first time since her death that he has allowed himself to be truly happy. Lia knew Patrick would be an amazing dad and she hoped after her death he might get the life he always wanted. As the years went on Lia started to lose faith. When Rowena and Michael came along Patrick became a whole new person.

Lia must admit Rowena was a strange choice for her dear Patrick. She never thought he and her would be an item. Lia found Rowena a bitch and she thought the Scottish witch was incapable of love. Rowena was known to have a heart as cold as ice. However when Lia watched the strange little family interact, she saw a side to the Scottish witch that she never thought existed.

Lia found herself admiring Rowena. Rowena brought out Patrick's caring side. Patrick encouraged Rowena to bring out her soft side. The two witches are good for each other.

Lia wanted this to work. She wanted Patrick to accept that it was okay to love another. She wanted him to be part of this family. That tragic day when he lost control everything he has built with Rowena and Michael he was going to throw it away because he felt he didn't deserve them.

"You can't get through to him." Lia says.

Michael sighs and nods.

"As you are aware he has shut himself out. Me and him, last time we spoke." He frowns. "It didn't end well."

"I know him he will feel bad how he treated you. He will think he does not deserve your forgiveness."

"I forgive him. When you forgive someone your relationship with them is resolved" Michael clenched his fists with frustration. "Why are humans so complicated?"

"It's not always that easy and it mainly depends on the individual. Patrick well he is just a stubborn son of a bitch." She huffed a small smile at that. Her face then turns serious. "Let me talk to him." Michael straightened up and distances himself from her. Lia saw the worry in his eyes. "I'm not here to tear your family apart." She assured him.

"I don't think you should see him. That will not help him. That will hurt him."

If he sees you he might lose interest in mom. He thought.

"He is not going to hook up with a dead woman." Lia tried to joke.

"He might follow. He might end his life."

"I'm not going to be one of those ghosts that convince you to kill yourself." Lia tilts her head. "You are insecure. You fear he will leave you."

Michael grumbles under his breath. He has heard this too many damm times now.

It keeps being mentioned because you make yourself look insecure. His inner voice says.

"Michael. If we don't get through to him, you will lose him anyway." Lia says "In my opinion you are worrying over nothing. I seen him with you. He loves you to bits. The day he risked his life to fight Lucifer to save you all proves how much he cares. I saw his confession to Castiel. He admitted his love for Rowena. That's a big deal he wouldn't say that if he didn't mean it."

"You are not jealous?" Michael frowned. "You said you love him. His feelings are for another woman. Surely you must hate Rowena for taking Patrick away from you."

"Absolutely not." She shakes her head. "I do not think that at all. I'm actually rooting for them."

"What's roots got to do with this?"

Lia rolls her eyes.

"I mean I want him and Rowena together...as a couple. I want this cute little family of yours to continue. I don't want it to stop. I want to talk to him and knock some sense into him. I want him to know no matter what he did we still love him. He's not a monster."

Michael agreed with her Patrick is not a monster. The He-witch struggles to open up to Michael and Rowena but maybe he will open up to the one woman who has been his partner for years.

"If I let you talk to him, I will be keeping my eye on you. Anything that shows you are doing something that you shouldn't be doing I will remove you and destroy your soul. There will be no peace for you because you will not exist!" He warned.

Lia looks up at him.

"I swear on his life that I am here to help him."

Michael studied her closely. He then narrows his eyes and gives a nod.

"Alright." He spreads his arms out. "You have my permission to enter."

Lia closes her eyes and she turns into white smoke. She flies upwards and dives towards him. Michael opens his mouth and allows the spirit to enter. He gasps when she goes in. His body goes limp and he returns to his original form.

Lia appears in a bar. She looks at the sign that hung from the door.

The Craft

She rolls her eyes at the choice of name. She turns round when she hears the sound of glass being smashed. Her eyes widen when she sees the witch, her lover sat on the chair. His blank expression and his eyes showing no sign of life. The sight scared Lia.

The former witch turned spirit didn't want to startle him so she decided to take this slow. She joins the table and sits opposite him. Patrick was too engrossed in his cards he didn't notice her presence. She reaches out and picks a card. She places it next to the four cards he chose. She turns the card over.

"Royal flush." She says.

He looks up. He gasps and the toothpick falls out of his mouth. She smiles at him. His shocked expression is so adorable.

"Hello Patrick."

His eyes widen.

"Lia."

Lia's smile widens. God it felt so good to see his eyes on her again.

His shock suddenly turned into anger.

"Michael!"

He raises his hand.

Lia goes flying across the room. She is pinned to the wall. Her eyes widen in horror.

"Patrick!"

He stands up and walks towards her. His hand is still raised and fury blazed in his eyes.

"I know you wanted to talk Michael. I have heard you. This...using Lia to get through to me, that's going over the line."

"Patrick please listen to me!"

He looked betrayed.

"Leave me be Michael. I want to be left alone that's all I want."

"FOR GOD'S SAKE PATRICK I AM NOT MICHAEL!" She screamed. "ITS REALLY ME!" He didn't look convinced. She sighs. "Our first date we..."

"Don't." He silenced her. "You are in my head you have seen all my memories. Don't even try that dirty little trick on me."

"Patrick." She replied. "It is me. I never moved on after I died. I'm stuck. I been stuck on Earth for years now."

Patrick frowns at her.

"Stop it!"

"I..."

"I said stop it. Michael this is not funny." He lowers his hand and Lia falls on the ground. "Please leave. I don't want to ask you again."

He turns away and pours himself another drink. Lia stood her ground.

"Most call their loved ones a rose, you called me a shamrock."

Patrick paused. He looks over his shoulder at her.

"I remember asking you why did you call me that? You said shamrocks represent the Holy Trinity. The Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit. You also told me shamrocks also stand for faith, hope and love. You told me everything on the shamrock, I made you feel all those things. You had faith in me that I would be the perfect witch, you had hope that this relationship was going to work and you love me. You even added there is a fourth leaf which represents luck. I was your good luck charm. I'm the reason you became the man you are today." She smiles. "You said you are going to carry your shamrock and never let go and you were going to look after her and love her forever."

Patrick's lip trembled.

"I used to tease you about when was I going to be watered." She continued. "Plants need water to survive. You used to grab a glass." She picks a glass up. "Pour the drink in." She gets a bottle of whiskey and fills the glass. "And say here's your daily dose love. You will live on for another day." Patrick was shaking now. Lia puts the glass down and approaches him. "Look at me."

"No."

"Patrick." She grabs hold of his arms. "Look at me. Really look at me. Look into my soul and you will see it's really me."

Patrick shakes his head.

"I can't."

"You can." She encouraged him.

He takes a shaky breath. His eyes flash blue and he looks through her and sees a glowing ball of light. There was no angelic presence, no grace there was only a soul.

Her soul.

"It's you." His voice cracked and tears form in his eyes.

Lia nods.

"That's right baby. It's me."

His legs suddenly buckled. The He-witch fell on to his knees. He let out a cry.

"Baby." Lia goes down and wraps her arms around him. "Shh it's okay."

She rubs his back and lets him cry.

"I can't believe you are here." He sobbed.

"Shh."

She held him close and waited for him to let it all out. The former witch knew this reunion couldn't last. She is here to do what needed to be done.

After he calms down they are going to have that talk.