"What does he mean he wants to kill God-"
"I think it's pretty clear what he means by."
"Is that even something that can be done-"
"Well Amara came close before."
"And it almost destroyed the whole world!"
"He said that he'll kill the Darkness too."
Sams chest was heaving as he took in a deep breath, staring at Dean in a mixture of confusion and something that he couldn't read. His soul was coursing almost wildly in his chest, almost in a panic that it couldn't settle.
Dean wasn't sure how Sam wasn't feeling it but maybe that's where his own panic was slowly growing and coming from.
"I don't understand." Jack said, finally speaking. "Why is Michael inside of you?"
"It's not the Michael that you know, it's the one from this world, our world." Dean told him, watching with interest as the kids soul was pulsating inside of him, spreading along his body.
Dean sighed, rubbing at his eyes. "Long story short, I'm his real vessel and that kinda made...a link? I don't know how to explain it. He was locked away in a cage in hell but when I agreed to be his vessel he got freed and now," he waved his hand over his own body. "Here we are."
"Here we are." Sam echoed. "And now he wants to kill God."
Before Dean could say anything he felt the grace inside of him sliding into place, taking over and pushing him to the back of his own body.
"As if you don't want retribution." Michael said, his voice coming out smoothly in Deans tone. Sam immediately froze, his breathing becoming heavier and even his soul froze in place. "I remember Sam, I remember you calling to god when you were in the cage with us."
Unbidden and against his will images flooded Deans mind, screams filled his ears that he couldn't ignore. Sams screams surrounded him, drowned him until he was gasping, trying to break free. He could hear his brothers pleading, calling onto a God, god, that wasn't answering.
Dean snapped forward, forcing himself back into control of his own body, falling to his knees as he gasped for air. Michael was pushed to the side once more and he ignored how displeased the archangel was at the sudden push.
"Dean? Dean!" he could hear Sam shouting ("Please god please!") "Dean c'mon! Snap out of it!"
"Sammy." Dean managed to gasp out, hand coming forward to grab at Sam's arm. "Sammy."
"Its okay, I'm here." Sam said, his voice low and soothing. He reached out and wrapped his arms around Dean. "I'm here, its okay."
Dean held onto his brother, letting the pure fact that he was safe here, safe where no one else could touch him, safe that he could protect him. He felt Sam stiffen slightly and when he opened his eyes, he realized that the black archangel wings had manifested and wrapped around the both of them.
A part of him was creeped out but another part, a newly created and crafted part, felt more at ease. He couldn't deny the satisfying feeling that was growing inside of him at the knowledge that his brother was safe and close to him, wings tucked close around him to protect and defend him.
"Guys?" came Jacks voice, wavering and slightly terrified. Dean gave into temptation and with a single thought Jack was pushed forward towards them. His wings parted enough to let him come through, still needing Deans push to come.
Sam turned towards him, one arm reaching for him. He could see Sam's soul brightened at the sight of the kid, and he could almost hear the love that was resonating from him. He loved the kid so much and whatever Dean might've felt melted away, being replaced by the same love.
His wings moved again, covering the three of them, pressing them close. Jack gripped back at Sam, he could feel just how much Jack loved both of them and it made his eyes water slightly.
"Listen, whatever Michael wants, we'll figure it out and we'll deal with it." Dean said. "We'll figure it out."
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