"He's fine."
Dean frowned, rubbing at his eyes as he tried to clear his vision. He remembered seeing Sammy in his room, in his bed. He remembered reaching out to touch his forehead.
He remembered seeing Sammy in his room, in his bed. He remembered Sammy being bandaged and-
Dean blinked, slowly turning his hand to look at it. He remembered...reaching out to touch Sams forehead because-
"He's fine."
Closing his eyes tightly Dean brought his hand up to his head, pressing hard as if he was trying to remember something. Opening them again he crossed his room to the mirror, leaning against the sink and pressing his forehead against the mirror.
"What did you do to him?" he demanded, eyes blazing.
"I already told you,, he's fine."
"He's fine now." Dean stressed the last word. "Now. Because we healed him. But why did he need healing? What happened to him?"
He could almost hear a sigh of impatience come from a corner of his mind.
"He reacted poorly to the grace, a byproduct of his time drinking demon blood. The grace burned whatever demon blood remained in him to purify him. It won't happen again."
"He's not going to be doing this anymore." Dean snarled out. "You told me that nothing was going to happen to him, you never mentioned this."
"I never mentioned it because I knew neither of you would agree to do it. Perhaps Sam would, he enjoys methods of purification."
"There's nothing wrong with him that needs to be purified." Dean told him. "And I'm not going to let you keep hurting my brother."
"He's not going to be hurt anymore, any rembrandts have been destroyed leaving him as he was when he was born before Azazel. The grace won't affect him like that again."
Dean snorted. "As if I'm going to let him continue this." he said, moving to leave his room and see his brother. A sharp pain through his head stopped him, making his knees buckle.
"I did as you wished. I rescued your brother and the nephilim from Lucifer, killing him in the process. You swore to me that you would assist me in my desire if I did that. You will fulfill your end of the bargain."
"I swore to you that I would help you." Dean snarled at him. "I never once brought my brother into that."
"No. He brought himself into it."
"I don't give a damn, you're not doing this crap. You're not hurting my brother anymore. He's been hurt enough." Dean told him, trying to leave his room. Before he could he felt himself being pushed to the back of his body, Michael sliding into take control once more.
"There's something you need to understand, you agreed to this, to me, which means you agree with whatever needs to be done to get to it." Michael told him. "And Sam has done the same, he has agreed to ingesting the grace of my alternate self. By agreeing to it you have agreed to whatever repercussions are to be followed."
Michael took a deep breath, Dean felt an echo of the sensation as his chest moved.
"We are going to kill my father Dean, by whatever means necessary."
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