"Here's what I want to know, what are we going to do with the Michael we have in the dungeon?" Sam asked his brother, Michael, whoever it was in front of him.

Before Dean could answer his eyes were alight in blue grace and his posture changed, straightening slightly. Michael stared at him for a few quiet moments, eyes raking over him, before he spoke.

"My alternate version has a purpose that we can use." he said smoothly. "More precisely, he'll be helping you."

Sam raised an eyebrow and stood up, going to the counter to refill his cup of coffee. He kept Michael in his vision from the corner of his eyes as he drank, one hand steadying himself on the counter. He took a deep breath, straightening up, curling his fingers slightly.

"What do you mean he's going to be helping me?" Sam asked, turning to face him again. "I don't want to have anything to do with him."

"You won't have to, I'll be dealing with him and you'll be reaping in the benefits." Michael assured him. He walked towards him and Sam fought himself to stay in place and not move. "It might take some time but I'm sure you can do it."

Sam just glared at him, straightening up as best as he could. He wasn't used to it, he was used to trying to make himself look as small as possible. He knew that his height tend to intimidate people so often than not he was never really at his full height.

So he tried to straighten up, ignoring how his back cracked at that. Michael's eyes went to his spine and his eyes light up, a warmth spreading through him and-

"Stop that." Sam half snapped at him, unable to keep his composure. "I don't want your healing. I don't want you to touch me like that. Don't do a damn thing, just tell me what the hell you want from that other Michael."

"I want the only part of him that is worth something, I want the only part of him that matters." Michael told him. "I want his grace."

Sam blinked at that, trying to turn his mind over in what could be done with an archangels grace. "And what exactly are you going to do with it? Overpower yourself with it?"

"Of course not," Michael scoffed. "It's going to be yours."

For a moment, Sam wasn't sure if he had heard him correctly. "An archangels grace is going to burn me from the inside out."

"Not if you build yourself up to it." Michael said with a bit of a hum. "Please sit, we can discuss this."

"I'd rather stand." Sam said coolly, gripping his cup tightly.

Michael stared at him before he bowed his head slightly, allowing it. "You are a very...precious and interesting case Sam." he said. "You've been entwined with both Lucifer's grace and my own in the cage, your soul recognizes the grace."

He smirked at Sam. "But of course, even if you can't handle the entirety of an archangels grace, so we'd have to do this in increments."

Michael turned towards the dungeon where the other Michael was being held. "So I would be extracting his grace in small amounts and then"

"Putting it into me?" Sam injected, narrowing his eyes. "And that's just going to what? Make me a human with powers? Make me into an angel?"

"It would empower you." Michael told him. "It would amplify your latent psychic abilities that you've been ignoring. And eventually once all of his grace is properly placed into you, you will change into something...more."

"And what exactly is more?" Sam asked, not allowing him to evade the question. "What is going to happen to me if I agree to this?"

"If?" Michael repeated, raising an eyebrow. "Why wouldn't you agree? I thought it's been established that you do want your revenge."

"I didn't agree to work with you." Sam said, putting his cup down to cross his arms over his chest. "Stop ignoring my question, what is going to happen to me?"

Michael stared at him. "You're going to be changed, severely." he finally said. "And quite frankly, I don't know Sam. I don't know the limits of what's going to happen and I don't know exactly how it's going to happen. But I do know that it will help you."

"Help me how?" Sam asked.

"You're hurting." Michael said simply. "You're in tremendous pain that you're ignoring and that you won't let myself or Dean heal." he smiled and Sam hated how much it looked like Deans smile. "But if you allow yourself to be encompassed and entwined with the grace of an archangel, you could heal yourself."

"I'm not in pain, I'm not ignoring anything, I'm fine." Sam told him. "And I don't need help to heal, I'm healed."

Michael just stared at him, Sam realized with a jolt that it was a pitiful expression on his face. He was suddenly in front of Sam and reached out to touch him, reaching out with two fingers to press against Sams chest.

Sams knees buckled as he fell, only being kept up by Michael's arms wrapping around him to keep him up. He couldn't describe the pain that was suddenly coursing through him, he couldn't even scream, just ride out the pain until it vanished.

But it didn't vanish, even he could tell that. He could feel it being pushed back to where it had come from, straight from his soul.

"I did nothing but release the hold you had on your pain." Michael whispered into his ear. "You're holding it back, barely, and it will one day break free. Unless you allow someone or yourself to heal it."

I do not own Supernatural.

21/366

I do take requests so if you have requests you can send them to me.