"What did you do to him?"

"...what do you mean?"

"You know damn well what I mean. What did you do to him?"

Hours later found them back in the bunker, avoiding the crowd of hunters from the other world as best as they could. Sam had been torn between taking care of Jack and taking care of Dean.

Dean had assured him that he was alright, there was nothing wrong with him and Michael wasn't trying anything. So Sam focused on Jack for the time being who was suddenly thrust into being a human.

Castiel and Bobby had taken control of the other Michael, he had been weakened enough for them to overpower him and contain him, using the angel containing handcuffs to imprison him in the dungeon downstairs.

It was something to be done and dealt with tomorrow, after they slept and come to grips with everything else that had happened. Jack was slowly starting to freak out, everything had become suddenly magnified and he had no idea how to deal with it.

Sam stayed by his side the entire time, reassuring the kid and helping him as best as he could.

And if some of that had been some of Deans 'encouragement' so that he was left alone for a bit, well...it wasn't going to hurt Sam at the end of the day.

So he was in his room, door locked for the first time ever since he had moved in, staring at himself in the mirror as he talked to Michael.

Staring at his reflection made it seem a lot less crazy and almost like there was another person in the room with him.

"What did you do to him?" Dean repeated, staring at the mirror.

Maybe it was his imagination but he could almost think that his reflection was different, that his eyes were almost alight in blue grace.

"It was mostly Lucifer." Michael finally said. "But the both of us were enraged, the both of us were filled with hatred. It was prophesied since before humankind that we were to fight one another and one would destroy the other. It was something we knew was to happen and something we knew was to come true. But then one small human changed everything, destroyed that prophecy and even trapped the both of us in the deepest pits of hell."

"Yeah I know the story." Dean told him. "And I was there when Sam managed to do it. I want to know what you two did to him in the cage."

It was troubling him in every single way. He always knew that Sam had been tortured, he had been trapped with two archangels in hell, but they never talked about it. Sam never offered and Dean never pushed. The hints had been there, building and falling with every year that Sam moved on from his trauma but it reared its ugly head again once Lucifer had been freed once more.

But now, now he can't ignore it even if he wanted to. He could see every emotion coursing through Sam's body, resonating from his soul and he obviously felt it so heavily that it was a miracle it wasn't clearer and that Sam managed to hide it.

And then there was the scars. Sam's soul was beautiful, there was no other possible word for it. An enochian word itched at the corner of his mind that might be able to properly portray exactly what Sam's soul resembled but he had no hope in pronouncing it.

But as beautiful as Sam's soul was, it was just as heavily scarred over. Jagged and deep, intent on destroying and making it look ugly.

But even despite a beings best attempts they failed. The soul curled around the jagged parts, the so called imperfect parts, and cradled them deep, holding them close. His soul was beautiful not despite the faults, but to the acceptance of those faults.

And it made Dean want to throw up that someone held Sam's soul, the pulsation of power and life and existence that was on bar with none, and had attempted to destroy it.

"...I ignored him. I had no interest in doing anything to him, I was focused on attempting to break the cage and get my freedom." Michael told him. "But Lucifer? Lucifer made it his soul purpose to make Sam scream in every way possible. He attempted to destroy him, his soul, his mind, his being. When Castiel came and took the body, leaving the soul behind, Lucifer got worse."

Dean closed his eyes, taking in a deep breath to try to steady his nerves. "So you just stood there and watched?" he asked, a small snarl to his voice.

"At first." Michael said, making him pause. "At first I did not care but then...I watched him. I studied him. You saw his soul, it was the only change being in the cage and I found contentment in watching what it created. How it healed itself despite Lucifers best attempts. What Lucifer had done to him, it should have obliterated him completely."

"But it didn't. He suffered, oh yes he suffered heavily. But each and every time he recovered to the best of his ability and still remained standing. He refused to beg for mercy from Lucifer, and when there was no answer from god after some time, he stopped calling on him as well."

"The more I watched, the more I realized what enthralled me so much with Sam Winchester's soul. It reminded me of Lucifer. Not the Lucifer you knew, the abomination that had been created that destroyed my brother. But the Lucifer I had watched my father create. The Lucifer that had been the one to hold the hope of heaven."

"I loved my brother unconditionally Dean, we were two halves created from the lingering shades of light and dark from god and the Darkness. I watched him create Lucifer in the heart of the very first dying star. I took his hand, he saw me first not him. I raised him and I helped him."

"I loved him."

"Before Lucifer was the devil he was morningstar, the light of heaven spreading along the universe. There are no words for the love that I once held for Lucifer, not even in enochian."

"And as I watched Sam's soul, being torn into pieces by Lucifer, all I could see was the same being. Sam's soul reminded me so very much of what Lucifer had been, that same strength, that same hope, that same overpowering light. I guess that's why Lucifer tried so hard, he hated to be reminded of who he had been before throwing it away."

"I couldn't do much in hell, my power was diminished there heavily. But the little that I managed, I curled myself and my grace around Same as best as I could. I tried to protect him to the best of my abilities, more often than not Lucifer would just overpower me and take him back. I would wait for more strength and try again and again, up until Death came to free Sam from the cage. A part of me had even believed that perhaps Sam's soul was just the last bit of grace that remained in heaven from before Lucifer's fall."

"Its not." Dean injected. "Sam's soul is his own."

"I never said that it wasn't, but he was the one true vessel of Lucifer, it's not just the body that needed to be strong enough to host him."

Dean closed his eyes and breathed out steadily. "Where are you going with this?"

He could almost see a smirk on Michaels, his, face. "I'm going with the fact that Sam Winchester is both of ours little brother now."

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