After Patrick calmed down Lia pulls away and stands up. He follows and holds her hands. He couldn't let go he couldn't stop touching her. He feared any second she would disappear and he would be alone again. She turns away and goes behind the counter. He goes but she holds up her hand to stop him. Sensing his confusion Lia gestures at the stool. Patrick sits down and he let's her pour a drink for him. She pushes the pint towards him. He takes it and sips it. He grimaced and puts the glass down.

"It's not the same." He sighed. "Been through the whole bar. I can't feel nothing. No buzz nothing." He looks at the bowl of crashed cashew nuts. "All I can taste is molecules. It's weird and I don't like it. I just want to keep drinking until I pass out on the floor." He looks back at the former witch who remained quiet but her eyes showed interest. "I know it sounds stupid but..." He forced a smile. "Helps you to forget. Forget all the guilt, regrets. It puts you in a happy place. Boy I would do anything to be in that happy place right now."

Lia sighed softly and brushes her hand against his. He curls fingers in and rubs her soft yet cold skin. The coldness reminded him of how she is here. A spirit forced to walk the Earth.

"You said you never moved on? You were stuck. Why? You wanted to die you were not vengeful nothing was keeping you here." Lia's lips tilt downwards at the last part. Patrick noticed and his face tightened. "Something is keeping you here."

"Someone actually."

She stares at him waiting for him to figure it out. Patrick's confusion fades and is replaced with shock.

"No." He pulls his hand away almost like he has been brunt. "No. I...I..."

"I'm not mad at you. You didn't know."

"I'm the reason you're stuck here? Since your death so that means..." His eyes widen. "...all them years!" He gets up from his seat. "All them years you been here by my side? Damm it Lia why didn't you say anything?"

"I couldn't."

"Why? I'm a witch you could have used my magic for energy. There are spiritual boards, spells, you could have even used my cards."

" I wouldn't show myself. I didn't want to. "

Patrick frowns.

"I don't understand."

"For me to move on you had to move on. You have to let me go."

"I did let you go. I let you go all in that day."

"In here." She points to her head. "You didn't let me go. You wouldn't move on. You never stopped thinking about me."

"If you showed yourself to me I would have moved on."

"That's what I expected your answer to be." She shakes her head. "That's not how it works hun. You can't move on for me you got to move for yourself. You have to be truly ready."

"I am ready. I accepted your death. I want you to have peace."

"You say it but you don't mean it."

"I do."

"How long have we known each other Pat? You know so well you can't lie to me."

Patrick clicks his tongue. It was the truth he and Lia were together for so long they couldn't even keep secrets from each other anymore.

Though the reversal spell she gave to the Winchesters was done behind his back Lia didn't keep the secret from him for long it eventually came out. Yes it angered him that he did not see the signs sooner that she was clearly unhappy with her life but he was also angry that she didn't tell him how she felt she instead provided the one spell that would have ended them both.

"You expect me to open up. That's rich coming from you." He growled.

"Excuse me?"

"You are pushing me to speak about my emotions yet you couldn't even admit that you were unhappy. Instead you went behind my bloody back and tried to kill us both!"

"Oh my God." Lia goes eye wide. "Are we really talking about this?"

"You could have told me. You could have said you wanted out."

"Oh yeah that would have turned out very well. Honestly considering you are a good judge of character you never noticed how I was feeling, what I was thinking." She frowns. "I always knew what was going on in your head you are an open book to me. I knew if I told you I wanted out you would have lost it and probably thought I was crazy. I gave the Winchesters the spell because one I wanted Sam to save his brother and two I wanted peace even if it did mean having to end your life to. I'm sorry for being selfish but...admit it Pat the last few years of my life our relationship was deteriorating we were not the same."

Patrick looked stunned. He then slowly shakes his head.

"We were fine."

"To you we were fine. In your head we were perfect. The travelling, the games it was a distraction a way to avoid the issues that were over our heads...Like starting a family." She turned sympathetic. "I know that's what you wanted but it was me I was the problem. I didn't want another child to die before me."

"We been through this."

"When I died I hoped you would have settled down and had your own children. Be a father. You didn't. So many women expressed interest but you turned them all down."

"You expect me to cheat?" Patrick barked out a laugh. "You expect me to throw myself on to another woman as soon as you dropped dead. Sorry Lia but I have what you call grief. It's a feeling everyone experiences when their loved ones pass away."

"I didn't mean straight away you idiot! It's been years now I hoped maybe you would allow yourself to be happy and stop living in this guilt, this fear that if you go with another you feel like you are betraying me. You are not betraying me. It's perfectly normal."

"We were going to be together forever. We swore on that. I thought if my time ever did come I would die and be at peace with you. If I was with another." He frowns. "You might not want to be with me in the after life I thought you would hate me."

"You are being stupid. I would never hate you. If you died and I was alive...I would have gone with someone else." Patrick's eyes widen. "I would never stop loving you." She quickly added. "I would accept your passing but I would never forget what we had. That's what I expected from you."

"I guess we're more different from I thought. "

Patrick looked disappointment in her. However part of him knew she was right. Widows sometimes move on and go into another relationship. They were not betraying their former lover it's just natural to move on and start fresh with someone else otherwise they would be alone, depressed and stuck in an endless cycle of grief for the rest of their lives.

"We need to talk about Rowena."

The He-witch tensed up at that name. His thoughts go on to Lia when she admitted to being stuck on Earth with him. If she's been with him for all those years that means...

"I can explain." He quickly says. "Sam kidnapped me and forced me to work with her. Sam did eventually let me go but then I was dragged back into their mess."

"Stop." She places her hands on the counter. "I know there is more than just a working relationship between you two. I saw everything. The kiss."

"That was her. Not me."

"Your confession to Castiel."

"That was a spur of the moment." Patrick laughed. "She was captured by the Devil. Desperate times makes you say crazy things."

"You love her!" Lia waves her arms. "You love her and you are scared to admit it. God I thought there was a chance. You and her were so close then you lost control and..." Her voice trails off when she saw the guilt in his eyes. The former witch walks through the counter. Her form turns misty as she went through it. She became whole again when she reaches him and cups his cheek. Her face softens. "That was not your fault."

"You saw it?"

She nods. Patrick turns away and shame shows on his face.

"It wasn't your fault. Patrick you are carrying a big load of power that you are not supposed to have. It's power from God himself. It's for an archangel not a witch."

"The vessel can handle it. Dean used Michael's power when he killed Lucifer and he was fine. But... Mine wasn't a normal possession. Michael is not so much possessing me we are bind together both forced to share the same body. His power and my power combined it felt like a rush...a boost it's hard to explain I haven't felt this excited with my powers since..."

"I died."

Patrick sighs.

"I rarely tried other spells since your death. I only did what was necessary in keeping me alive."

"Tell that to Bobby Singer...The other world Bobby Singer."

"I..."

"No need to explain yourself. I was proud of you. You did that for Michael." She smiles. "Your wee one." Patrick laughs at the nickname. "You are so wonderful with him."

"Was wonderful. That changed after the spell. I only started to care about the power I didn't give a damm about him. I put him down I said horrible things to him."

"That wasn't you."

"Stop blaming it on Michael's powers. It is my fault. I was weak I couldn't fight the temptation that was stirring inside me. I wanted to become great, the most powerful witch alive I wanted all witches to bow down to me. I wanted the world to recognize me and respect me for who I am. I went round and stopped all the thugs because I craved for their gratitude. It made me feel like God. After the...incident, I look back with disgust. I can't believe I went that far. I nearly killed Mary Winchester. I killed people Lia. Innocent people, hunters. You know me I would never kill anyone but that day..."

His hands tremble. Every time he looks at his hands he would see blood.

The hunters blood.

Their blood was on his hands.

"I made those choices. The deaths are on me. What I did was unforgivable. I wouldn't be surprised if Sam wants to put a bullet in my head he is very welcome to once Rowena separates me from Michael."

"They all knew something like this could happen." Lia said softly. "Deep down they didn't want to kill you. You did so much for them you saved their lives. They only planned to end you that day because they knew you the real you wouldn't want this. They wanted to give you peace."

"I don't deserve it."

"You heard Michael if he leaves and you refuse to come to the surface, you will be trapped in your own mind forever. To everyone you will be nothing but an empty shell."

"That's what I deserve."

Lia glares and she slaps him across the face. The witch barely flinched but his cheek did start to sting. He places his hand on his cheek and looks at Lia's pissed off expression.

"You are being selfish!" She growled. "You have a family out there who miss you! You heard Michael's cries, Rowena wants you back even Dean the hunter wants you back! What are you doing? You are pushing them away."

"I'm a monster!"

"You're not a monster. You are the most kindest, sweetest, caring...extremely annoying..." She chuckled at that. "...man I ever met." She places her hand over his and rubs the spot where she slapped him. "I don't hate you. No one hates you. We all love you. Come let's go Michael is waiting for you." She grins. "He wants his dad."

Patrick grips her hand. Lia winced.

"Pat you are crushing me!"

" Do you really mean all this? Or you doing this so then you can move on? "

"Honey. I mean it. I do want to move on. I will not move on until you are okay. I want you to be happy." She moves closer and wraps her arms around him. "We all made mistakes. Michael destroyed a planet right? Killed lots of lives? Rowena...well we heard those interesting stories about her she's no angel. Making mistakes is part of being human."

"You can't always hide away from your problems." Patrick nodded. He frowns. "I'm hurting Michael more by avoiding him. I did teach him to forgive himself and to face the problems head on. I'm not being a good example to him. I'm the pathetic one."

"You encouraged Michael to seek comfort from his loved ones. You need to do it as well. You need comfort, reassurance. I want you to see for yourself that they are not mad at you."

"Hmm."

Lia looks at his doubtful expression.

"You are worried about her." Lia sighed.

"She snapped me out of my killing spree. I know that's a big deal. She saved me that day and I don't know what to do. I tried being friends with her but it's not working. That kiss hasn't been forgotten I can see in her face that she's still bothered about it. My feelings are torn. I love her and I love you too. However... Lia no matter what you are my top girl I don't think I can settle in a relationship because I can't stop thinking about you and what we had. In my heart it will always be you."

"You sure about that? One hundred percent sure?" He nods. "Let's see if you are right."

Lia goes forward and brushes her lips against his. Patrick pulls her close and kisses her. However something felt wrong. The usual spark he felt when they kissed wasn't there. He couldn't feel the rush of excitement, the pleasure. The kiss felt empty.

His mind drifts to the red-headed witch. A smile forms on his lips. He tasted cherry with a hint of lavender. He knew the lavender was the power he can taste power through those luscious lips. He cherished the taste and found himself wanting more.

Sparks flew and feelings of pleasure course through the witch's body. He holds his girl close not wanting to let go. This felt right. It felt perfect. He brings his hand up to stroke her hair. He opens his eyes and looks at his fingers running through her long red strands...Wait a minute? Red?

Patrick pulls away. He looks at the Scottish witch's face with disbelief.

"Rowena."

He looks round and realizes he is standing in an alleyway. The same alleyway he and Rowena kissed.

"You rethinking your answer?"

Patrick turns and sees Lia leaning on a brick wall.

"How did you..."

"Didn't do anything. I moved as soon as I noticed you were not enjoying it. Your mind brought you back to this memory when you and her kissed for the first time. Kissing her it felt different, you actually felt something, you wanted more."

Patrick wanted to argue but he couldn't. This little experiment proved who he loved. The feelings he had for Lia have faded as time went on. He never wanted to admit it out loud because he was angry at himself on how he fell for another. He always thought he would love Lia. He thought she was his soulmate.

He was wrong.

The witch swallows and faces his former lover.

"I'm sorry."

Lia smiles.

"No need to apologize. I'm glad you finally figured it out. I give you permission to be with her."

He smiles a little.

"I do miss her."

"Go to her. Go to your family. Use this opportunity to start fresh." Her smile widens. "That's what you truly deserve."

"Okay I will do it." He nods "I will do what I should have done from the start. I will be with my family and we will recover. Take it step by step." He smiles as the tear slides down his cheek. "I will not leave them." He turns worried. "Are you sure you are okay with this?"

"I'm proud of you." She answered. "So proud of you."

He choked a sob.

"I guess this is goodbye." He said sadly.

Lia leans forward and kisses him on the cheek.

"I wish you luck." She beamed. "Goodbye Patrick."

Patrick cries. He squeezes her hand.

"Goodbye my shamrock."

She huffed a laugh.

"Patrick."

Then witches look. Patrick's face softens when he sees Michael looking at him with a worried expression. He walks up to the archangel and smiles when he sees Michael is in his child form. This made sense because in this memory when Rowena kissed Patrick Michael was a child around that time.

Patrick kneels down.

"It's dad." He smiled.

Michael's face lights up. He reaches out and wraps his arms around the witch. Patrick hugs the archangel and kisses the top of his head.

"I'm so sorry baby. I'm so sorry."

Michael looks up at him.

"I forgive you...dad."

Patrick put the child on his lap and he gently rocks the archangel in his arms.

"You going to stay?" Michael asks. He bit his lip as he waited for the answer.

"You are stuck with me wee one." Patrick teased.

"And mom?"

Patrick looks back at Lia. She gave him an encouraging smile.

"Let's go and see mom." Patrick smiled.

Patrick scoops the child up. Michael leans on the witch's chest. Patrick holds him and he walks towards the Exit door.

Lia watched them leave.

"Farewell Pat." She smiled.

She suddenly glows white. There is a flash. When the light died down.

She vanished.

As soon as Patrick stepped through the door he found himself in an alley a real alley this time.

"You okay?" Michael asks.

Patrick smiles.

I'm fine.

"Are you sure? I can take control until Rowena does the spell?"

Michael. I'm fine really fine. I'm in control. He assured him. Now take me to Ro.

The archangel flaps his wings. Michael and Patrick appear in Rowena's house.

Rowena comes round the corner with a frying pan in her hand.

"Bloody Hell." She cursed when she realized who it was. "Michael."

He looks at her. His eyes shift on to the frying pan.

"You have the wrong hair color to be Rapunzel Ro."

Rowena's eyes widen. His eyes had that familiar spark, his lips are formed into a smirk, his voice is smooth and comforting to the Scottish witch.

Rowena didn't want to get her hopes up. So she approached him cautiously.

"Patrick?"

As she got closer he grabs her and pulls her in for a kiss. Rowena's eyes widen in surprise. She raises her hand and slaps him across the face. Patrick moves back and frowns.

"I didn't expect you to slap me on our first kiss...scratch that second kiss."

"What the bloody Hell Patrick!"

"It's nice to see you to Ro." He grinned. Rowena puts the pan down and folds her arms. His expression turns confused. "Are you not happy to see me?"

"I thought you were dead. I thought Lucifer killed you. Then I saw you...what you did to Mary. Then you shut down from us for God knows how long and the first thing you do is kiss me!"

He opens his mouth but no words came out. He closes his mouth and grits his teeth.

"Okay you make a valid point." He sighed. "I guess I was so happy to see you."

"An apology would have been nice."

"I'm...I'm sorry." He lowers his eyes. "For how I treated you for how I treated Michael. I was...I was in a bad place I did the spell..."

"Which was a stupid idea."

"I did it for you. I needed to save my family."

"Family?"

Patrick nods and smiles.

"My boy and my girl."

He steps forward but she steps back.

"I don't understand. I thought you didn't want this."

She kept walking until her back hit the wall. He moves into her personal space leaving her no room to escape.

"I was a fool." He admits. "It took me so long to figure out what I truly wanted. I thought I loved Lia and I planned to remain loyal to her but...I learnt that it is okay to move on and fall for another. I'm not betraying her I'm actually respecting her wishes. She would want me to be happy. You and Michael make me happy."

He looks deeply into Rowena's eyes.

"I love you Rowena Macleod."

Rowena stared at him in shock. She then got him to come closer.

"Pinch me." She whispered in his ear.

Patrick frowns.

"Why would I want to do that?"

"To see if I'm dreaming or not."

He chuckles.

"Ro darling I can assure you this is real."

She grins.

"I need to make sure."

She presses her lips against his and they kissed.

The world around them exploded and the power from both ends came forward and melts away into the kiss. He tasted the lavender while she tasted whiskey mixed with something so strong and powerful she couldn't explain it. It was Heavenly and divine. It's only when she saw his eyes flash blue she quickly realized that someone is in the room with them.

" Ah. "

She broke the kiss. She chuckles when he pouts. He was clearly enjoying that.

"Before we go further we must..." She blushes with embarrassment. "... Do the spell."

Patrick's mouth forms into an O when he realized what she meant.

"Ah yes umm of course umm let's get to it."

"Stop thinking about sex." She snapped. "He can see your thoughts."

"I'm trying. Imagining you wearing nothing is something I can't exactly erase from my min...Oww!" He rubs his arm on where she hit him. "No need to be rough."

"You in the guest room tonight then tomorrow we will do the spell. I'll call Castiel to get the body ready for Michael. Understood?"

He does a salute sign.

"Yes ma'am."

Rowena pretended to look pissed but Patrick can see the tease behind the small smile that was forming on her face.

"Goodnight Patrick."

"Night Ro see you tomorrow."

She goes by the door.

"Oh and Pat." She smiles at him. "I love you too."

He smiles as he watched her leave.

"Are you okay?" Michael asks.

Patrick nods.

"I'm fine." He smiles. "I'm happy."

"You should rest." Michael suggested.

Patrick goes in the spare room. He lies on the bed.

"Goodnight wee one."

He looks at the mirror. His reflection smiled at him.

"Goodnight dad."

Patrick turns on his side and closes his eyes.

Eventually he fell asleep with a smile on his face.