Sam couldn't tear his eyes away from the vial in front of him. The grace inside was coursing, almost pulsating inside of the glass. It almost beat against the glass as if it was trying to break free to no avail.

He had asked Michael, or Dean he wasn't sure anymore, why he'd have to be the one to ingest the grace. It made more sense for Jack to be the one, he was the nephilim that lost his grace, therefore it would be easier for him to get used to the power again.

Michael had quickly negated that thought. Apparently his and Lucifers grace was too different, especially after what Lucifers time in Hell had done. Perhaps in the beginning of creation their grace was two halves of the same whole but now...it was completely different. Two different elements and atoms.

Michaels grace would most likely end up burning Jack alive than doing anything else. It was better for the kid to just let his grace build up again and return to him naturally.

It was tempting, all of it. He never admitted it to Dean, would never think about even saying it out loud to himself, but he did miss his powers.

He didn't miss the addiction, he didn't miss the helpless feeling he had back when he was drinking demon blood and had gone a while without it. He most certainly didn't miss going through withdrawal, tied down in the dungeon experiencing seizures and hallucinations.

He closed his eyes and breathed out slowly, trying to focus on the present and what was in front of him.

This was...this was insane and uncertain in a way that's way too similar to demon blood. He wasn't sure what was going to happen back then, when Ruby had been whispering in his ear about drinking her blood, that it was going to make him stronger and it would help him cultivate his powers.

She had never mentioned just how addictive it was going to be. He wasn't sure if it was because she didn't know how bad it was going to get or she wanted him to become dependent on her and getting his next fix.

He wasn't even sure if archangel grace would be addictive just like demon blood was. But if he decided on it well, he'd manage to break free of one type of addiction, he could easily do it again. Especially if he realized it in the beginning and quit it immediately instead of becoming completely dependent on it.

How would the archangel grace help his powers? His powers came from Azazel demons blood that he had drank when he had been a baby, and later on whatever blood he drank himself. Archangel grace was the complete opposite of it and he had no idea what it was going to do to him.

And neither did Michael, for all he knew if he tried to drink it, it would burn him completely just like it would to Jack.

He was Lucifer's fated vessel, full of demon blood and tainted and corrupt heavily, he couldn't really see a difference from his situation and Jacks other than his time with Michael.

And that was the difference, he had spent time, his bare soul had been in the presence of Michael and his grace in the cage, and apparently that was his insurance for ensuring that he could do this.

He wished that he could talk to Dean, talk to him without Michaels presence there. He wished that he could talk to his brother.

His hand was surprisingly steady as he reached out for the vial and slowly uncapped it. He hesitated for another moment before he took a deep breath, steadying himself.

Bringing the vial up he tipped it back into his mouth, feeling the heated rush of the grace spread through him as he swallowed it.

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