Dean felt like he couldn't breathe, staring at the spot where Sam and Jack had been.

It had all happened too fast. One second Jack had been attacking Michael, pushing him back hard enough to even make him bleed, had been forcing Lucifer to submit to his will.

He had even thought about relaxing, about believing that they had a chance. Jack was powerful and he was able to hold down two archangels, maybe they had a chance of winning this after all.

But then Lucifer had stolen Jacks grace, stolen it right in front of them and they hadn't been able to do a single thing about it. Sam had launched himself to try to protect the kid and with a flash of light all three of them were gone.

"The Devil's won." the other worlds Michael said, it wasn't clear if he was still pinned in place against the wall or just stayed there himself.

"How do we stop him?" Cas demanded, stepping forward.

"You don't." Michael said simply, giving a small shrug, an oddly human gesture. "After consuming the Nephilim's grace, Lucifer's juiced up. He's super-charged." he almost smirked then. "He'll kill the boy, your brother. Hell, he could end the whole universe if he puts his mind to it."

Michael scoffed, shaking his head and letting it fall back against the wall. "And you thought I was bad."

"No. No, you beat him. I saw you." Dean said, swallowing hard, trying to stop himself from shaking.

"When he was weaker, and I was stronger. Believe me, I'd love to rip my brother apart." Michael narrowed his eyes, a withdrawn look as he remembered when he had faced his Lucifer. "But now in this banged up meatsuit... not happening."

"This is the end of everything."

"No. No." Dean said, shaking his head and turning away, rubbing his hand over his mouth, mind racing as he tried to figure something out. "There has to be something, there has to be something we can do."

Dean glanced at Michael who just stared back at him, an almost hungry look on his face as his eyes raked over Dean.

"The only way to face my brother, armed with the grace of a nephilim, is if I was at my full power as well." Michael told him.

"You mean if you had your sword." Dean said, his heart thundered in his ears.

"Dean, no." Cas said, rushing forward, grabbing Dean's arm.

Dean wrenched his arm free. "I am your sword." he said. "Your perfect vessel."

"With me, you'd be stronger than you've ever been." Dean said, his stomach churning and feeling as if he was about to throw up.

"Oh, I know what you are." Michael told him, a small smirk appearing on his face as he stared down at Dean.

"If we work together, can we beat Lucifer?" Dean asked, taking a step closer towards Michael, ignoring Cas who calling his name.

"We'd have a chance." Michael confirmed, tilting his head towards Dean slightly.

Dean nodded, taking a deep breath. He could do this, for his brother, his Jack.

Dean closed his eyes, taking a deep breath as he tried to focus himself. Tried to focus on that part of him, a part of his soul, that called out to something hidden deep down in the ground and realms.

Called to a part of him that he ignored for years on end, coming close at one to dipping into it and allowing himself to drown into it.

He stumbled for a moment, barely feeling Cas grab at him, not hearing a word that the angel was saying. His eyes were closed and he felt as if he was being pulled down, a deep burning sensation filling him.

"Michael." he thought to himself, feeling his entire body coming to a slow stop.

"Yes."

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