"What in Heaven's name are those?" Michael asked when he laid his eyes on Cass.

Dean also looked at him both freaked and amazed by the sight of Castiel's new wings.

Sam didn't respond. He was so glad to see his brother, nothing else in the world mattered. Not even the fact that Michael stood right next to Dean and Sam pushed him to reach his brother and hug him.

Dean hugged him back, still staring at Cass. Cass was giving Michael darted looks and it reminded Michael of a line John read in one of those Supernatural books his father wrote. The same memory was given to John by Castiel himself.

"Not for nothing, Cass, but the last person who looked at me like that... I got laid."

That was right about when Sam and Cass were sure Dean has caved in and was going to say Yes to Michael. This world version of him anyway. Michael himself didn't know why these memories keep appearing out of nowhere, and he really didn't care, because they amused him so much. He wanted to say the line, but felt it would have been awkward. And there was a matter of Cass's new looks, too.

"Castiel, would you mind telling us about those?" Michael said pointing at his wings.

Castiel still kept his eyes on Michael when he spoke "They appear to be dragon wings."

"How did you get those? Dragons that Eve created have no such wings."

"We believe it was connected to the draconite and its power that was passed on to me."

This was an awkward conversation by all standards. Sam kept looking at Dean, wanting to know what happened between him and Michael, Dean was baffled by Cass's new appearance, Michael wanted to know more and all Cass wanted was for everyone to stop looking at him and focus on the elephant in the room.

"That is the power of medieval dragons, those from old folklore." Lucifer said leaning on the doorframe, licking a spoon, ridding it off the ice-cream remains. He dipped his spoon back into the ice-cream box he was holding and took another chunk of it. He continued mouth full of strawberry flavoured delight "It is connected to the Pagan Gods somehow, but you should ask the expert on those matters."

"Who would that be?" Michael asked and the answer popped in his head instantly as he saw Gabriel's face in what seemed to be a set up of a cheesy open audience TV show, Castiel at his side, mouth duct taped. He wanted to laugh so much, but he knew it wasn't the right time. "Yes, don't tell me, I know, Gabriel, right?"

As if he could sense Gabriel was still in the bunker, he vanished to what the others thought was in Gabriel's room.

During the entire conversation and Lucifer's remarks, Sam and Dean felt like by-standers, watching the whole thing, questions bottling inside their heads, unsure they wanted to ask. Unsure they wanted to know the answer. And when Michael disappeared, Sam let out "No...Don't..."

But it was too late as the screams echoed throughout the bunker and Michael popping back up in the same place he was standing a second ago. His eyes wide, his face blushing red, but his lips curled into a somewhat naughty smile. "I guess I should have knocked."

"Michael what the hell?" Gabriel charged into the room still trying to put his shirt back on.

Michael smiled and gave a nearly silent "I'm sorry." But nobody saw that little flinch on Michael's face when Gabriel said the word Hell. Nobody but Dean.

The screams alerted everybody in the bunker, and Jack and Mary were the first ones to make it to the Main hall looking around as to where the sound came from.

When Mary set her eyes on her husband John, she felt deep relief and happiness he was ok; and much to everyone's disgust, she leaped into his arms. Everyone, and I mean everyone tried to stop her, even Michael who tried to back away, but it was too late. When her lips touched his, so gentle, filled with desire, he felt butterfly's in his stomach.

Then on his back.

Then on his shoulders.

And then everywhere in the room.

Yes, there were freaking butterflies all around. Both Lucifer and Gabriel were laughing so hard, the butterflies swarmed away from them. Cass looked confused as he always does, and the look on Jack's face was exactly the same. Sam and Dean stood eyes wide, mouth opened, frozen in a spot.

Michael quickly backed away, completely freaked out. Mary frowned at him, not understanding what was happening. Michael gave out undistinguishing noises, trying to say something, trying to find the words, but nothing came out.

"THAT IS IT!" Dean shouted. He pointed at Michael and said "YOU! In the garage, now! Sam, with me! Everyone else, stay put!"

Michael nodded still a bit freaked out and headed for the garage, Sam and Dean followed.

When they reached the garage, Michael turned to them, his face giving an apologetic look. "Dean, I'm sorry, I didn't know she was going to do that. I didn't know that was going to happen."

Dean held his hand over his face, trying to calm himself. Calm down, I know you want to kick his ass, but he's still an archangel who could flip you over and through a wall.

"And... And those butterflies. They came from John, not me." Michael continued.

"Enough of this. I don't want to talk about that kiss– Dean gave a disguisted look – I don't want to talk about Cass's wings, or Lucifer eating ice-cream, or Gabriel's love life. " Dean said in a firm voice.

Michael nodded and Dean continued "I just want to know, will you give us our Father back?"

Up to that point Michael didn't realize he was holding their father hostage. "Ough, my... I completely forgot. I am sorry Dean. I will leave right now." Michael said looking almost sad.

"Wait. – Sam said – Where will you go? What do you plan to do?"

"Go back to Heaven of course. By what I have seen through John's eyes, when Cass downloaded his memories, Heaven is on the verge of breaking down. I need to go up there and make things right again."

That was definitely not what they expected to hear.

"Can I... can I just say goodbye to everyone first?" Michael asked looking like Oliver Twist asking them for more food. They couldn't say no to that.