The former archangel and the Darkness walk down the path well Michael assumed was path he couldn't see a damm thing.

The Darkness who Michael hasn't seen since the beginning of time has decided to pop up and talk to him.

He thought it was a talk. The two have just been walking she hasn't said a word to him. She did look uncomfortable to be around him and again he couldn't blame her. He did help to lock her away.

"Been a long time nephew." She spoke her voice hollow.

Michael clears his throat.

"Aunty..."

"Amara. Call me Amara."

"Amara." Michael frowned. The word came out weird out of his mouth. He swallows and tries again. "Amara I..."

"I get it." She faces him. "You were following his orders. He is your father after all."

"You were destroying his work."

"I was. I hated how it was tearing our family apart. Your father my brother chose his work over me. He was pushing me away. I did not like it. He did it to you to."

Michael thought about when God became distant always focusing on his work. He left Michael with all the responsibilities. Michael was forced to become both a brother and a father to his siblings. He taught Gabriel how to fly. It was like teaching a child to walk. Parents teach the most important stages of a child's life. God missed all that out he was more interested in getting his creations to walk and talk for the first time.

Lucifer was the emotional one of the family. Michael always comforted him the best he can. A parent is supposed to be the one who provides emotional support to their children. None of God's children could turn to their father for support. He was never there.

Michael taught the younger angels about the world. He gave them a tour showing them the beauty of his father's work. He remembered Castiel being the most awestruck out of them all. Castiel loved earth it fascinated him.

God should have been the one who showed his children the world. It was his work after all.

Throughout his time Michael was a son and a brother. He also played as a father, counsellor, teacher, warrior and a leader. He dedicated his life to Heaven.

He never got praised once.

"You did so much for him." Amara says reading her nephew's thoughts.

"I followed every order." Michael replied.

Amara shakes her head.

"Look where it got you."

Michael nods and cringes as the memories of the cage resurfaces.

"You all saw him as your father, he saw you all as weapons."

"He said he created us for his entertainment."

"He did but also he created you, Lucifer, Raphael and Gabriel to be weapons that he used against me."

"We are his children. You were creating chaos it is our job to help our father."

"He couldn't fight me he wasn't strong enough so he needed back up. So he created four little soldiers to do the job for him. You all didn't have a choice. You were created to fight me and protect God. He created you to love him but he did not feel the same way towards you."

Michael trembled with rage. The Darkness grips his arm to bring his focus back on to her.

"Tell me did he ever thank you for it?" She asked "You all put your lives at risk to fight me some of you nearly lost your lives. Did he thank you for it. Did he praise you for your effort you put in that war?"

"Now thinking about it, no not really."

She again shakes her head not looking surprised by that answer.

"You call me aunty. I call you nephew." She scoffs. "Yet we were never meant to be a family, We were never going to bond. I was never going to get know you and your brothers like I said you were created as weapons my brother used against me."

"Why are you here?" His eyes widen. "Are you here to kill me? You here for revenge?"

"No."

"Then why are you here?"

"Death."

"Death?"

"I am helping her to save the world."

Michael takes a step back. His expression is shocked.

"Save?"

"I know." She smiled. "Strange to hear that from the Darkness."

"But why? Why save this world out of all the other worlds?"

"Dean."

Michael sighs.

My Sword had to be involved

"What did he do this time?"

"He helped me." She beamed. "He showed me how beautiful my brother's work is. Also me and Dean have a bond that I do not have with anyone else. Dean took on the Mark of Cain." Michael's face twitched at that. "Sam found a way to remove the Mark."

"I felt it. Me and Lucifer felt your presence."

"Oh yes. Lucifer got out. He possessed Castiel."

"What?"

Amara couldn't help but feel sympathetic towards the anxious archangel. He had to process so much information recently.

"Let me show you."

She places her hands on his head.

Michael gasps as images flood in his mind from the time Dean took on the Mark to when his father and aunty made up and went off together.

Michael stumbles away and rubs his head.

"Your Sword is very special." She smiled.

"SHUT UP!" He screamed.

Amara went back with an eye wide expression. Michael drops to his knees digs his nails into his scalp. Rage. So much rage. The former archangel heard a voice screaming in his head.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"KILL!"

His arm started to tremble. His eyes widen with horror when he finds himself surrounded by blood and dead bodies.

Then the rage vanishes and is replaced with guilt. It is Dean's guilt. He felt guilty for giving in to the Mark and causing a blood bath. The former archangel is flooded with the feelings of lust and desire. His eyes go on to his aunty knowing too well those are her emotions. He felt the bond between her and the hunter. Michael felt her desire and Dean's confusion and his struggle. Dean tried to resist her but he couldn't. The temptation was strong.

"Oh..."

Michael had to prevent himself from being sick. These strange feelings in his gut, the urge to kiss the Darkness it was making him gag.

"Aunty." He scolded clearly looking embarrassed.

Amara chuckles.

"I just realized you have this ability to feel what others feel. Sorry."

She did not look sorry.

Then another wave of pain comes through. The feelings of hurt and betrayal. It was Lucifer's feelings towards their father. Michael felt it and it hurt. Michael does love his brother so seeing him like this crushed the former archangel. He then felt Amara's happiness when her and Chuck made up.

The feelings dull down and Michael's mind start to become clear. He stands up and nearly falls over. Amara grabs him and helps him up.

"You okay?" She asks.

"Honestly no." He sighs. "I am still trying to adjust to being an empath."

"You will learn to control them." She assured him.

Michael frowns. His eyebrows furrow.

"I felt everyone. Everyone apart from father. I couldn't get a reading from him. When he reunited with you I couldn't tell if he was happy towards you or happy that his story is going in the right direction. His mind is complicated."

"Something we can both agree on." She laughed. "He is imaginative but also twisted."

Michael nods.

"I see that now."

Amara looks up at the sky.

"My brother is making another world. He is going to make another set of archangels. The war will happen again and I will be locked away. If I am gone, this world has already lost the light it will lose the darkness as well. Then the world cannot be saved."

Michael clenched his fists. He felt Amara's worry. He started getting worried about her.

"Jack is the light." He says.

"Yes. Me and the nephilim are the ones who can maintain the balance. Death has told me to give you this message. Go to the place where the story was originally meant to end."

"End?"

"Where you and Lucifer were suppose to fight to the death."

Michael's eyes widen.

"Stull Cemetery."

Michael felt his breaths go shallow and his face goes pale.

Not Stull Cemetery. Not there. No I can't...

"Why? Why there? I can't go there."

"We are going to change the story." She smiled. "Stull Cemetery is the perfect place."

"I can't go there. It brings back memories. The...The cag..."

He stops shaking when Amara pulls him in and wraps her arms around him. She hums and rubs his back doing her best to comfort her nephew. The anger she felt towards him went away. She couldn't be mad at him. Michael was a pawn in her brother's game. Michael had no free will no choice. They were forced to be enemies.

With God gone maybe there is a chance they could be a family. Put the past behind them and move on.

Michael looks up at her. He is speechless. She is different to what father described her as. She is not evil. She is hurt just like him. They all been hurt by God. Michael took his father's word and believed him. He never thought about Amara's perspective.

Michael really kicks himself now for believing his father. It was all bullshit. It took him so long to realize that.

"You do not go there straight away." She says. "Do what Death told you the first time you met her, wait until you meet the Winchesters and Jack. Michael protect Jack and teach him but can you do one more thing for me." He nods. "Look after Dean. He is your Sword you have to protect him. I know you and him do not have a good past but..."

"You don't need to ask me I will protect my Sword. That is one duty from my father I will still follow. If it wasn't for Dean I would still be in the cage and we all would still be playing his game. I thank Dean now for not killing the nephilim. He snapped out of it."

Amara smiles.

"You promise."

"Yes."

"You know what to do?"

"Yes."

Her smile widens.

"Good luck nephew."

He smiles.

"Thank you aunty."

There is a flash of white blinding light then...

Michael wakes up.