Slipping out of the darkness and into the light was...there were no words to describe it. It was pressure filled and it was being squeezed through something that had no desire nor ability to allow him to pass through.

But it was something in the endless nothingness and if anything else but for that, he allowed himself to be taken, allowed himself to be pulled, allowed himself to be manhandled and pushed down.

He remembered the beginning, he remembered the feeling of sudden life rushing through him and the ever piercing eyes of god staring down at him, his first born son in his hands.

This was similar to that, the sudden feeling of life and the reality of everything crashing down onto him, being thread into something a lot smaller than he was and being forced to take a form.

The flow of air made him breathe despite not needing to but he did so eagerly and greedily, wanting more of the difference than what had been his reality for quite some time. Dimly he could feel two other beings around him, one that was familiar and another that was more familiar but still distant to him.

Everything happened within moments. Michael drew his wings out, spreading them in a way that the cage didn't allow him to, and with a single flap of his wings he was out, out of everything and reappearing in one of the few places on earth that he had enjoyed.

He didn't know nor care for the human name of it, it was on top of a cliff staring out into the vast ocean and fields of earth. It was calm, it was quiet, and more importantly, it was away from everything else and helped to ground him in place, helped him to understand that he was in fact on earth and not in the cage.

He breathed in deeply, letting his wings spread behind him as the wind barely blew, the clean air surrounding him and he let himself sit on the ground, opening his eyes to just take in the fullness that was earth compared to the nothingness of the cage.

Registration of the fact that he is in Dean Winchester's body, his perfect vessel gifted to him by god, was one of the last things he realized.

"Michael! Michael!" he could hear Dean Winchesters voice calling to him, angry and fearful. Michael considered to go through his memories to see why he suddenly said yes, why he was so angry and yet afraid but deemed it unimportant, turning back to the view instead. "Michael!"

He laid down on the ground and grass, staring up at the sky as the clouds blew by. His fingers, Deans fingers a corner of his mind told him, into the dirt and relished in the warmth of everything around him.

"Michael!"

"What?" Michael all but snapped at him. The cage had worn him down, worn him down to the very last dredges of his patience and his being and he was so, so very tired.

"I didn't agree to this, I didn't pull you out just so you can take a trip to the bahamas and grab a drink." Dean snapped back at him. "I need your help. I need to get my brother back."

Michael let out a small huff of breath, giving into the temptation to allow himself into Deans mind. He didn't care about the years that he had spent in the cage of what the human was doing but focused on the last twenty four hours instead, trying to see the reason of ihs sudden freedom.

Their nose wrinkled and he had to dive in deeper to see who exactly 'Jack' was but when he found out he rolled his eyes.

"Typical of him to create a nephilim." he said, turning to lay back down onto the ground. "I'm not in the slightest surprised."

"Well good for you because he has him and he has my brother." Dean said. Michael tried not to think of Sam, tried not to think of the other beings soul and who he was supposed to have been. "I need your help."

"You don't need me, you just need my power." Michael told him, closing his eyes and breathing in deeply. "You're just like him, using others, using me, to get what you want."

"Then what do you want?" Dean asked desperately. "What do you want? How can I...what can I do to make you work with me?"

"I want to kill god." Michael told him. "I want to find him and I want to kill him."

"...what?"

"I want to kill god." Michael repeated, a bit annoyed. "I want him dead by my hands."

"You can't kill God, it'll end everything, we've seen it happen." Dean tried to tell him.

"Then I'll kill the Darkness too!" Michael snarled out. "I'll kill the both of them! I don't care!"

Dean was silent for a moment and in that moment Michael believed, hoped that he would get the peace and silence that he wanted.

"Then I'll help you." Dean finally said. "If you help me."

Michael snorted, turning onto his side and avoiding his wing as best as he could, their hand went out to stroke over the feathers. "You'll help me kill god?" he asked dubiously.

"Yes." Dean said simply. "You help me get my brother back, we get Jack back, we kill Lucifer once and for all. And then, we find and kill him."

"But that doesn't mean you tear me away from my family." Dean added. "I'm in charge during all of this and everything, I'm using your power to kill Lucifer, I'll find your dad, but when we find him-"

"I want to be the one to do it." Michael told him. "I want to be the one to kill him."

"Okay." Dean agreed. "But until then, it's all me and I'm in control. Deal?"

Michael closed his eyes for a moment, fingers digging into the feathers. Slowly he reopened them and stood up, feeling his wings spread out as much as they could, enjoying the slight straining feeling.

"Deal."

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