After that whole situation in the kitchen Sam and Dean, or Michael; he wasn't sure what to call him anymore, didn't speak anymore. It wasn't his proudest moment but Sam couldn't handle being in the same room as him. He had grabbed his coffee and left, going straight to his room instead.

He went straight to his room, not wanting to deal with anyone else. He did stop in the door frame when he saw that Jack was sitting in his bed, eating his breakfast, and watching something on his laptop. The kid looked up guiltily, mid-bite.

"You said that I could go to your room." he said quickly. "As long as I didn't make a mess."

Sam had to smile at that, coming into his room and sitting on his bed as well. "Yeah I did." he confirmed. "Don't worry about it, I was just surprised to see you here."

Jack hesitated but then moved to lean against Sams side, putting his plate on the nightstand. "It's just...safe here." he mumbled. "I feel safe here, with you."

Sam wrapped his arm around his shoulders, holding him closer. "Thank you." he said softly. "You're safe here Jack, you're safe here with me."

"I know." Jack mumbled, reaching out to tug the laptop to them so that they could both watch. "I was watching the Clone Wars, if that's okay?"

"Yeah, it's fine." Sam said, reaching out to press the space button to have the episode start to play again. "I like it too."

Jack was quiet as they watched the show together, leaving Sam to be lost in his thoughts.

He firmly didn't think about the last part of what Michael had said, about the pain he was in.

He wasn't in pain, he was dealing with everything and he knew how to handle it. Yes, he had his baggage and because of that he was burdened to some degree, but who wasn't as a hunter? They all had baggage to carry and a lot of people had it worse, he had no right to complain.

But the whole idea that Michael had, that he would take on the other Michael's grace in order to power himself up. That...that had its good sides and bad sides.

Michael didn't even know what it was going to do to him. According to him supposedly his latent psychic powers would reawaken and he would have them at his disposal again.

He wasn't sure how to feel about that, about his powers coming back. He never had a good relationship with it, and it was a box of worms he had never wanted to reopen again after what had happened the last time he had used them.

Jack shifted slightly against him and then pressed more into him, a comforting warmth that he found that he was enjoying.

He wanted to ask how the kid was, how he was adjusting to being suddenly human like this.

But he also didn't want to break the peace that had settled over them. He just wanted to live in the moment of him and Jack watching Anakin making countless mistakes and not face anything else. If Jack was okay like this, then he was going to be okay with this too.

At least for the time being.

A knock on the door got his attention. He glanced at Jack for a moment before he got up and walked over to open it enough to just see who it was.

Micheal, not Dean; he could easily tell the difference, stood there with an unreadable expression. He didn't say anything, but held something out to him.

Sam looked down and took it, breathing out slowly when he saw the vial in his hand. A glowing vial that could only be holding the coursing pulsating grace of an angel in it.

More specifically, the other worlds Michael's grace.

"It's up to you Sam." Michael said simply. Before Sam could say anything Michael turned and left.

Sam watched him leave, feeling his chest tighten as he wished he could talk to Dean about this, without Michael listening in on them.

"Sam, what is it?" Jack asked, half getting up from the bed.

Sam pocketed the vial and turned back to him, closing the door tightly. "Everything's fine." he said, going back to the bed. "Let's keep watching."

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