The bullet shoots out of the shot gun and heads straight towards the former archangel.
The bullet stops halfway hovering in the air.
A woman appears with a hand out and her eyes focused on the bullet. The bullet drops to the ground.
"Death is not going to let a werewolf ruin her plans." She spoke. She turns holds out her hand. "Archangel Michael." Michael hesitates but he takes her hand and stands up. The woman smiles. "Jessica."
Michael eyes the woman's clothing. She wore a long black cloak with black boots. Dressed similar to Billie.
"You are a reaper."
Jessica nods.
"That's right." She chuckled. "Who would have thought a reaper saving a life."
"Death broke the rules." Michael frowned.
"Rules don't matter now." She replies with a scoff. "Its the end of the world. All that matters is that you stay alive so you can help the Savior fulfill his destiny."
"Jack is he..."
"Alive. Yes. Death has done her end of the bargain now you got to do yours." Jessica sighs. "You haven't done a good job so far. I thought you are the warrior of Heaven yet you got beaten by a hell hound and a werewolf."
"That was when I had my grace."
"God removed your grace not your skills. I expected more from you Mikey."
She folds her arms. She looked disappointed in him. It was like an adult telling off a child. Michael looks at her his face red with fury.
Jessica rolls her eyes.
"Someone needs to blow off some steam."
"Steam?" Michael glares at her. "I have been in a cage. My father didn't care. When I finally thought I had freedom." He gestures to himself. "I been degraded to this. I devoted my whole life to Heaven. I was loyal to my father. I always chose his side. This is what I get in return. Blow of some steam. How can I? I am mad no furious to what father did to me. To us! I want to rip him apart. Make him feel what I felt but I can't do it BECAUSE I AM POWERLESS AND WEAK!"
Everyone went silent by the former archangel's sudden out burst. A whimper came from upstairs.
Jessica sighs.
"Now you just scared the kids. Well done."
Garth, Scott and Bess stood and watched the scene in front of them. Kate runs down stairs. Her eyes yellow and her fangs out. She locks on to Michael.
"What's going on?" Kate growled. "I heard banging and screaming." Her eyes go on to the woman dressed in black. She frowns. "Who are you?"
"Jessica. Reaper. Relax I'm not here to collect your souls you guys live on for another day. I just want to clarify some things to you." She clears her throat. "This is this world's Michael. The other Michael is dead."
Other Michael?
God mentioned another Michael. Jack killed him.
Michael's face turns curious wanting to know about his other self.
"This is not the Michael Dean said yes to?" Garth asks.
Said yes to!
"Hold up." Michael interrupts. "Dean...said yes."
"Yeb to kill Lucifer." Jessica nodded.
Michael's eyes widen. Michael tried everything to get that man to say yes. This other Michael comes along and Dean says yes to him. Michael felt like he received a punch in the face. This other Michael used the Sword his Sword. Dean says yes to an alternative Michael but wouldn't say yes to him. Michael couldn't help but feel offended by that.
"It's a long story. It involved other worlds, rifts, its complicated." Jessica sighed.
"I want to know." Michael growled.
"Know that Dean went through Hell with your other you or..."
"Wait?" Michael frowns. "What do you mean? What did he do to Dean?"
"Like I said long story."
Michael folds his arms and taps his foot impatiently. The reaper looks at him. She is surprised to see he looked concerned.
Jessica raises her finger and closes her eyes. A minute later, she nods.
"Okay Death gave me permission. You want to know what happened I can show you."
Jessica steps forward and places her hands on Michael's head. Suddenly images flash across the former archangel's head. From the time Jack was born to God ending the nephilim's life. Jessica let's go and Michael collapses on to the sofa.
Michael breathes heavily. His eyes go wide as saucers. Now Michael gets what Jessica meant by Dean going through Hell. The other Michael didn't stick the deal he broke it and took control. The alternative archangel took advantage of Michael's true vessel and used Dean to gain full access to his powers. During his time on this earth the other Michael built an army of monsters that explains why Michael felt his grace inside Garth.
What horrified Michael was the suffering Dean went through. He wanted the alternative archangel out but the bastard wouldn't go. The imagery was so vivid Michael could have sworn he felt Dean's pain and his struggle for control.
Michael promised Dean after Lucifer is defeated he will leave. Michael would have respected his Sword. The vessel was specifically crafted for him and Michael took special care of things that belonged to him. He would have taken good care of Dean. Michael would have kept Dean informed about what was happening not shove him into a reality like the other Michael did.
Michael clenched his fists. He has never met his other self but he hated him already. Talk about hating yourself.
If father let me out Dean would have said yes to me. Then none of this would have happened. I would have kept my word and left Dean. Not build an army of monsters. Monsters are a disgrace to earth.
Michael puts Dean to the side and starts to goes through what else he saw. One moment caught his attention. One that made him want to rip the other Michael apart.
Gabriel.
Michael thought Gabriel got killed by Lucifer. It turned out Gabriel faked his death and went into hiding. While Michael suffered in the cage Gabriel was being tortured by Asmodeus.
Jessica watched as Michael's eyes lower to the ground. With these new human emotions the feelings of shock and grief hit Michael hard.
Michael covered his mouth, his eyes water. Just from seeing it he felt his brother's pain, agony. He clutched his arm feeling the syringe going in. Asmodeus's laughs ring in his ears.
"I think he is going to be sick." Scott says noticing the former archangel looking a bit green.
"He is grieving." Jessica says. "He has lost his brother."
"Grieving he looks like he is in pain." Bess says.
Jessica leans forward. Michael has curled up on the sofa. He whimpered his confused eyes dart left and right.
"Michael."
"Why did you show me?" He spoke his voice trembling.
"You asked for it."
"It hurts all over." He muttered.
Jessica raises her eyebrow.
"Going to need elaborate on that Michael."
"I'm in pain."
"You are grieving. I am sorry we kept this from you. Death was waiting for the right time to tell you."
"No..." He shakes his head. "Not grief. I'm in physical pain." His breathing becomes shaky. "I feel like something is being sucked out of me." He looks at his arm. "I feel something sharp here."
Jessica tilts her head and sits down.
"Like grace being extracted from you."
Michael nods.
"That's it."
"What else do you feel?"
"When I saw Dean I was in pain. I had to breathe afterwards because I felt like I was..." His eyebrows furrow. "Drowning and..." His hand goes on his chest "I feel burning right here its gone up to my eyes. My eyes feel like they are on fire."
"That's how Jack felt when he died."
Michael bends forward. These flood of emotions have come out of nowhere. These emotions felt like they are not his. Jessica stands up. She hears her boss talking to her. The werewolves turn and face reaper. Jessica let out an hmm and oh.
"Death feared this." Jessica says.
Michael looks up. His eyes red from crying.
"What?"
"Michael have you ever wondered why you were always this angry even when you were an archangel."
Michael sits back and frowns. He was known to be bossy and moody. Angels said he rarely smiled and a lot of the angels feared him because he was known to lose his temper quick.
"I was mad at Lucifer."
"Even before Lucifer you always had this rage in you. You were known to snap."
Michael thought about it. Now thinking about it part of him was angry because Lucifer was the favourite of Heaven. Michael put so much effort into impressing his father yet Lucifer got more praise than he did.
"Michael. God made you like that." Jessica explained. "He cut out your other emotions and focused on one emotion. Anger. The drama in Heaven, the negative vibes you took it in. Absorbed it. This rage built up inside you and it made you hate Lucifer. You lost the love you once had towards him. God saw that as a good thing. Then without love you wouldn't hesitate to send Lucifer to the cage and battle him in the Apocalypse. The anger made you blind to what God was really up to."
Michael shakes his head.
"No."
"Because you are human and you have no idea how to feel your own emotions you are feeling what others are feeling. You are absorbing it just like what you did in Heaven."
"So what are you saying?" Michael asks looking scared.
"Michael. You are an empath."