He wasn't even breathing heavily, a corner of Deans mind told him. He felt like he hadn't been winded in the slightest, feeling the burn of the grace inside of him soothing everything away. It ensured his body stayed at equilibrium, not even realizing that he had been in a fight.

Looking at the Sam and Jack once more Dean couldn't help but smile, watching with new eyes at his brothers soul. He didn't want to look away from it, its brightness and its simple and pure shine making it impossible to do so. It was like watching a million stars be born simultaneously, like the birth of a new galaxy with all its hopes and promises of new life.

Sam's soul was, simply speaking, beautiful and if he could choose, he'd never want to look at anything else ever again.

"Dean?" he could dimly hear Sam's voice calling to him. Dean blinked and everything else fades away, letting him see through the film once more.

Sam had a look on his face, hand extended slightly, his voice soft as he called out to his brother once more. Every last inch of him showed just how worried and scared he was, every motion as if he was approaching a wild animal that he needed to tame.

"Dean?" Sam asked once more, coming closer. His other arm was held out towards Jack who was trailing behind him. "Can you hear me?"

Despite himself Dean rolled his eyes. "Dude, it's me." he told him. He felt something slide over his vision and he could see his brother and Jack clearly, no longer able to make out their souls in their bodies.

He missed the ability for a moment before he focused on the look on Sam's face completely. It was masked but at the same time he could see the fear on it, fear of what had happened, fear of what Dean had done.

"Its me Sammy." he repeated, coming forward. Jack took a step back but Sam just stared at him, eyes raking over him to make sure that every part was in fact Dean.

He knew that Sam believed him when his entire body relaxed and almost slumped over forward, hands on his knees. "What did you do?" he asked, coming forward.

Dean moved the remainder of the distance, grabbing at his brother and bringing his arms around him. He just held him in his arms, feeling the warmth and the vibrations in the air.

It almost felt like holding a star in his hands and Dean never wanted to let go.

"What I had to." Dean said simply. He pulled back enough to look at his brother, seeing the bits of blood on his face, making a few cuts on him. His hand came up and cupped Sams cheek and it was as easy as anything to make those cuts heal.

Sam blinked and reached up to gingerly touch his face, eyes slowly growing afraid as he looked back at his brother.

Dean tore his gaze away from Sam to look at Jack, seeing the deeper injuries on him. It took less than a second before he disappeared and reappeared in front of Jack, reaching to lightly touch him and allow them to heal over.

"I let Michael in." Dean told Sam, turning back to face his brother. "But it's not that other one, it's the Michael from here. Our world."

"I thought he was in the cage." Sam said, turning to look at Dean as well. His hands were shaking Dean noted and he dimly wished that he could heal that as well. "Trapped there like Lucifer was."

"He was." Dean agreed. "But I guess there's a loophole when its their 'one true vessel'." he added the quotations to those words with his fingers. "But yeah, he's here in me and he agreed to help to stop Lucifer."

"Why?" Sam asked, always the one to see through the bullshit and know that there was a second side to this. "What does he get?"

Dean worked his jaw from side to side, still not one hundred percent sure that Michael knew what he was getting himself into, what Michael had said that he had wanted.

"He said he wants to kill God."

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