Sam glanced towards Deans room once more, fidgeting as he fought the urge to go to him and make sure that Dean was okay.

He remembered being Lucifer's vessel, he remembered how it felt and how it destroyed and rebuilt him every second. With Lucifer it felt like freezing, he had always ran cold after all, and it was worse than being burned over and over again.

He remembered being in the cage and at the so called mercy of the two archangels. If Lucifer was ice then Michael was fire and he remembered that fire, remembered it being a part of his torture where one would take turn before the other would continue.

His memories were blurred together from the cage, his time was distorted and he never really wanted to do the math in how long he was in there for. He knew that time in hell was different but time in the cage was even worse, the time in the cage was a lot longer than hell time.

And now Dean was Michael's vessel, he was surrounded by that fire and Sam had no idea what to do to help him. He wasn't even sure if he could really talk to Dean without Michael knowing. He was sure that there was a spell he could use but that would have to be done in secret as well.

Sighing he looked at his bed where Jack was asleep. The kid had been a mess once they reached the bunker, everything hitting him at once; especially the loss of his powers and suddenly becoming human.

He actually started crying when they reached the bunker but he hadn't known or realized what it was, all of a sudden he just couldn't breathe, couldn't control himself, and water was coming from his eyes.

Sam comforted him, helped him get calm again and once it had passed the kid was exhausted and didn't have the strength to go back to his own room.

And now he needed to sleep. His energy was gone and done and he needed to sleep to get it back. And tomorrow he was going to have to actually eat to get more energy and a whole magnitude of things that meant he was human.

But that was for tomorrow. Tonight he needed to focus on Dean and making sure that he was okay.

Standing up he started to the door, hand on the doorknob when all of a sudden his vision swam and he needed a moment to collect himself.

He was tired too, he was really tired, the entire day had been draining and maybe he should just go to sleep as well. Dean was fine, he was more than fine, he should go to sleep and just not think about this anymore.

Halfway to his bed he stopped, rubbing at the side of his head and gritting his teeth. This was ridiculous, he just wanted to check on Dean and he's suffered through worse things than just being a bit tired like this and still managed to check on him.

Shaking his head he grounded himself and rolled his shoulders back, his hand touched the doorknob to open it.

Dean was fine, he was alright, he didn't need to worry about it and he didn't need to stress out like this. He should just go to bed right now, go to sleep, and just forget about it at least for tonight. He could face everything tomorrow and besides, everything was alright.

Sam was turned back around and had been going back to his bed, actually had one knee on the bed to climb in, when he stopped gritting his teeth. His hand slowly came up to his head and he breathed in deeply.

Something was wrong. Something was wrong, something was trying to prevent him from going to his brother. Maybe it was even Michael doing it so that he couldn't do a thing to help his brother.

Taking a deep breath Sam straightened himself and started for the door, not letting himself think or be deterred. His body jerked as a part of his mind tried to convince himself to go back to the bed where Jack was, deep asleep.

Doing something he hadn't done in a long time, he brought his right hand to his left and pressed down hard, as hard as he could on the scar that was there. He dug his nails into the skin and tissue, it was a dull pain until a sudden sharp pain shot through him and cleared his mind.

Letting out a deep breath Sam walked on, thankful that it was late enough at night that the hallways were empty and he didn't run into anyone else. he walked until he reached his brothers room and, seeing that there was light coming from under the door, didn't bother to knock, just opened it and walked in.

Dean whirled around, he had been leaning on the sink and looking into the mirror, but relaxed when he saw that it was him. Seeing the look on his face, however, immediately made him tense up again.

"You okay? What's wrong?" Dean asked, coming to him.

Sam stared at him, closing the door behind him. Even now he wasn't sure if he could speak freely, even if he could Michael was still in there and listening to him.

"Sam, shouldn't you be in bed?" Dean asked carefully and that just tipped it off. The way that he had said that, Michael had done something to try to prevent him from coming here.

"What's going on?" Sam asked, staring at his brother in the eyes and trying to pick out the differences.

Dean couldn't keep his gaze, his eyes kept going to his chest and Sam felt something inside of him pulsate, almost unraveling, under his gaze. Something long buried under his skin that almost made his knees buckle.

Almost wanted to make him curl into a defensive, fetal position, submissive and almost begging for mercy.

For a moment...it felt like he was back in the cage, surrounded by archangels, surrounded by fire and ice, and he couldn't do a damn thing. Completely at their mercy.

His right hand went back to his left and pressed hard on the scar, pressing as hard as he could, and the pain helped him to refocus once more, breathing out.

"Sam? Sam!" Dean called out to him, looking worried and gripping at his shoulder. "Hey c'mon, you alright?"

"Pretty sure that I should be asking you that." Sam said, pressing down once more on the scar to steady himself. "What is Michael doing to me?"

Dean looked away from him, running his fingers through his short hair. "It's not Michael, it's me." he said, not looking at Sam who stared at him in disbelief. "I just thought that...I can use Michaels powers even when its me and I just..." he sighed. "You really needed to go to sleep Sammy."

"Somehow I'm doubting that this is just Dean doing this." Sam told him, slowly walking around his brother.

Dean shook his head. "It's me, Michaels in here too, but right now it's me." he grimaced at something that Michael said inside of him but otherwise didn't say anything else.

"And how do I trust that?" Sam asked, hands curled into fists.

Dean sighed once more. "You're just going to have to trust me Sammy." he said. "That's it."

"Trust you." Sam repeated. "Like how you trust me enough to try to manipulate me to go to sleep? Not come to check if you're okay?"

Dean had the decency to look chagrined at that. "It's not like that Sammy." he tried to say.

Sam shook his head. "I don't trust you because I don't know that it's you." he said. "And before you ask, no, there's no way to prove it because Michaels in your head he's aware and I have no doubt that he's listening to this right now."

"Sam-" Dean started to say.

"Stop." Sam injected. "Because until I know for certain that you're Dean, that its Dean talking to me, I don't really want to listen to anything you say."

He turned to leave the room, opening the door, when he felt a sudden rush of power push the knob out of his grip and closed the door tightly.

"Sam." he didn't even need to turn around this time, he knew immediately down to his bones who was talking now.

"Michael."

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