4 hours before
Rowena, Cass, Sam and MJ are slowly approaching the part of hell that holds the cage. All of them except MJ are getting goosebumps remembering the last time they were here. A big question is hanging over Sam's and Cass's head. Are we doing the right thing?
They both remember what Lucifer said about Michael... Sitting in the corner singing show-tunes...
What if the is beyond repair? What if he is so broken he won't even notice them there? What will they do then?
"Is he... singing?" MJ asks frowning in slight confusion.
"Lucifer did say he was singing show-tunes last time he saw him." Cass replies.
"Show-tunes? Yeah, ok, but... Pink?"
As Rowena set up for the spell to bring Michael to a smaller engraved cage in the center of the holy fire, they listened to Michael sing with sobbing sounds
"Mmmm...
...I told dad you didn't mean those nasty things you said
You fight about people, 'bout me and my brothers...
... mmm...
It ain't easy growing up in World War three
Never knowing what love could be, you'll see
I don't want love to destroy me like it has done my family
...
Can we work it out, can we be a family?
I promise I'll be better, I'll do anything
...
Daddy please stop yellin', I can't stand the sound
Make them stop cryin', 'cause I need you around
He loves you, no matter what he says, its true...
I know that he hurt you, but remember I love you, too
...
Gabriel ran away today, ran from the noise, ran away
Don't wanna go back to that place...
...
...
(I promise I'll be better, daddy please don't leave)
Daddy don't leave
Daddy don't leave
Daddy don't leave
Turn around please
Remember that the night you left you took my shining star?
... mmm...
Daddy don't leave
Daddy don't leave
Daddy don't leave
Don't leave us here alone
I'll be so much better, I'll tell my brother
Oh, I won't spill the milk at dinner (?)*
I'll be so much better, I'll do everything right
...
Can we work it out, can we be a family?
I promise I'll be better, daddy please don't leave..."
Cass puts his head down dwelling over what he is hearing. Never would he imagine how big of an impact it had on Michael when both God and Lucifer were gone.
But all Sam could hear is his brother. He doesn't know why, but this reminds him so much of Dean it is twisting his guts.
MJ's face remains blank, but there is a very deep sad sigh inside her.
Michael raised his head when her realized he was moved from the big cage to a smaller one. He slowly gets up and comes out of the shadows making Sam grasp for air. It wasn't Dean standing in front of him, it wasn't the young John Michael possessed when they were in the past. It wasn't a stranger standing there. It was his younger brother Adam.
Sam braces himself as he speaks up "Michael?"
A sad face of Adam shifts his eyes to him and asks "What do you want? Haven't you already done enough?"
We don't have time for this Sam's inner voice tells him. "We need your help."
"Why would you think I would help you?" he asks not pissed, just looking sad.
MJ gives the archangel an overall look. She is sure as she looks in his eyes that there is no hope there. No will. No nothing. So she decides to change that.
"Not him. Me." She says drawing attention to herself. Michael looks at her as a very small spark appears in his eyes. He feels something, something different emitting from the woman standing in front of him, but he just brushes it off to his imagination as he realizes she is just another Winchester. He turns away and start heading back in the shadows.
"Wait!" a different female voice shouts out. He turns around to see the same woman, but just as a vessel now. He smirks.
"So, a Winchester who said yes to an angel and accepted it? Never saw that one coming."
"I am not an angel."
"Not any I know, but you still are an angel. I can see you now that you have emerged, and I can see your wings too. Just don't understand why you were hiding behind a human."
"I was not hiding. This is how it was always meant to be. You take a vessel and guide it, work together, not take over."
"Whatever..." he says waving his hand and turns around again to leave.
"And I am not an angel. I am an archangel."
This certainly got Michaels attention. A female archangel?He turns back again frowning. He crosses his hands and says "Ok, you have my attention."
MJ, or rather Amenadiel sighs. She looks around for a second and with a slight movement of her hand she extinguishes the flames of the holy fire. She walks up to the cage and opens it with the flich of her wrist.
If Michael was amazed by this, he surely wasn't showing it. He simply stood his ground as she approached him.
"I do not have time to guide you through all this. So I will just show you, brother."
Michael flinches back as she tries to set her hand on his head. "No. Not before you tell me who you are."
She whispers her name and as the memories start pouring in, she takes advantage of his lost focus and sets her hand on his head and shoves more memories down. Memories of the apocalypse world, of AWMichael, of MJ's father Dean (old Dean), MJ's life and their life together.
After it was all done, and after a small migraine passed, Michael looks up at her. A slight smile appears on his face, as he was happy to see her, but it soon drops.
"What does it matter?"
MJ speaks up again "What do you mean, what does it matter?"
Michael simply waves his hand off and curls back into his corner.
"MJ?" Sam calls out. He has seen it all and he knew. He didn't see Michael there, nor Adam, he saw Dean, giving up. Giving up like he almost did before Lucifer was set free in the first place.
He saw the Dean that he used to leave behind and sneak around, drinking demon blood.
He saw the Dean who just got out of Hell and there was no more hope in his eyes.
And he knew exactly what needed to be done.
*"I won't spill the milk at dinner..." - just a bit of crack - had to leave it there...