Dean was so so glad to see AWMichael gone. Even if he wasn't dead as Dean would want, he was out of the picture. A small sigh of relief leaves his mouth, before he sees Michael in the form of his father approaching him.

His eyebrows go up as Cass appears right in front of him, blocking Michael's path.

"Castiel. – Michael smiles – Now, I know your orders were to watch Dean and keep him safe, but don't you think you went just a bit too far?"

Dean doesn't see it, but Cass frowns, making a firm stand. He was not going to let Michael come anywhere near Dean, no matter how much he has changed.

Michael smiles an amusing laugh at Cass and snaps his fingers. Much to Dean's fear, Cass vanishes.

Yes, Dean was scared. But there was no way in hell he was going to show it. "What did you do to him?"

"Ough, just sent him back to that bunker of yours. Don't worry." Michael smiles again. There was something so creepy about that smile when the lips forming it are John's.

"Come, let's walk a bit." Michael gestures his hand, but frowns when Dean doesn't move. "Come on, Dean, I'm not gonna bite."

Dean's head fills with so many questions What does he want? Does he want me to say yes? What will he do? Is he just like the other Michael? Did we just jump start the apocalypse again?

But Dean doesn't say a thing. Might be because he is scared, might be because it was his father who was telling him to go, or just the curiosity, he doesn't know, but he starts walking. He flinched when Michael set his arm around Dean's shoulders. "So... Did you enjoy the show?"

Dean was a bit confused by the question, but he nodded.

"Now, I bet you were relieved to see that... what did Castiel call it... Yeah... Assbutt... You must have been relieved to see that Assbutt drop down in the cage, huh?"

If it was a different situation, Dean would have laughed. But this time he remained silent.

"Ough, come on, Dean, that was funny."

"I don't really find any of this funny."

"Well, maybe I did spent just a bit too much time with Lucifer... But still, I thought you would like to see that guy go."

Dean sighs in a half breath and stops walking. He steps away from Michael and looks at him. "Don't get me wrong, I... I appreciate you stoping him, but..."

Michael raises his eyebrow "But?"

"But what's the catch?"

Michael laughs. "There isn't any."

"Somehow I find that hard to believe." Dean replies.

"Why?" Michael asks with a big question mark his face.

"Because that's just how it goes. Everything we ever did went bad, one way or another."

"And I guess you're now worried what I might do, right?"

Dean doesn't reply but his eyes say that was exactly what he was thinking.

"I am not going to do anything Dean." Michael replies honestly. Dean shakes his head in disbelieve.

Michael has seen John's memories and he knows Dean won't just believe his word. He will have to show him.

Michael sighs "Let's go back. Your brother must be worried." He says lifting up his hand, ready to snap his fingers. And then he sets his hand back down. "Just a quick question."

Dean looks at him.

"What did my father say before he left with his sister? I know you saw him, meet him, helped him reconcile with the darkness."

"He just said he needed some time, they needed some time with each other."

"And about the rest of us? His children, his creation?"

Dean sighs "When we asked him about the world, he said it will be fine. The world would be fine, because it has the Winchesters in it."

The last thing Dean expected to hear was Michael laughing so hard. It was even more freaky that the sun started to shine, and a chilly January afternoon turned into a full on May spring, just for a few moments.

Dean looked, eyes wide, all around the old cemetery, as the change came and went, but Michael didn't seem to notice. Everything turned back to as it was when he stopped laughing.

"Ough... That was hilarious... I mean... He was right. When he said it. He was right about it in so many ways."

Dean was baffled, which entertained Michael even more. But he wasn't doing to explain it. Instead he just snapped his fingers and Dean was back in the Main hall of the bunker.

Sam was silently and nervously pacing around in the bunker. After Dean yelled at him and the disappeared, MJ went on to find them, while Gabriel snapped them all back into the bunker. Gabriel went to check on Rowena expecting a few chosen words for leaving her in the pits of hell all alone.

Jack was helping Mary take care of Bobby, Ellen and Jo who were still recovering from their encounter with AWMicheal. Everybody completely forgot about Lucifer, who was getting hungry so he was raiding the kitchen. He was human after all, and the constant need for food bugged him, but he enjoyed eating.

Sam flinched and drew his gun at the crashing sounds, followed by screaming sounds from the kitchen. He rushed in there, only to find Lucifer on the ground, pale and in front of him Castiel. Cass was facing Sam, his back turned to Lucifer, who kept staring at something behind Cass.

It took a split second for Cass to realize where he was and that Michael transported him there. His face turned the angry colour red, too much so, he looked straight out of a cartoon. "Michael." Was all he could let out.

Suddenly a loud sound drew his attention. Something was crashing through the cabinets of the kitchen. That was what Lucifer was looking at. And that is what freaked Sam out. Cass looked behind him, but he couldn't see it right away. He could feel something on his back, and since he couldn't see what it was, he started turning around and eventually ended looking like a dog chasing his tail.

Sam stopped him and stared at him for a second before gently pushing the thing in Cass's line of sigh.

A typical reaction from Cass, tilting his head and frowning. "A wing?"

"Those aren't just any kind of wings." Lucifer stated still looking at him.

"Are these..." Sam wondered and Lucifer confirmed.

"They are. They are dragon wings."