AN: As always, thank you so so much for all of the follows, favorites, and reviews. I have received nothing but positive feedback and I am so glad that you all are liking it so much! I did get a PM though stating how I wasn't really going with the timeline of the show but they were enjoying the story none-the-less and I wanted to address that in case any of you others were feeling the same. I will use quite a bit from the show little by little and no it isn't always going to be in the same line as the show since I will need to alter certain situations and characters to fit my story a little better, such as Ellen and Jo for example. They're family with Jennifer so I need them around a little longer than they were in the show. I hope this answered this for everyone and never hesitate to ask me anything you might not understand. Thank you!

"Dean, you know I love her too man but we need to be out there. We started the friggin apocalypse and we aren't doing anything about it!"

"You don't think I know that Sam?" Dean looked on at Sam and Bobby with the best bitch face he could manage. He has had very little sleep and he hasn't shaved since that day almost two weeks ago. "She's family. If it were you up there instead of her I would be doing the same thing I am doing right now…nothing." Dean wipes a heavy hand down his face before continuing, "We've been together pretty much our whole lives and I always let her down. I always leave her in some way and I'm not doing it anymore. The only girl I have ever really loved, the only girl that has really ever loved me, is depending on me and I'm done leaving. I'm gonna be right here when she wakes up. You do what you gotta do." Dean abruptly stands up and leaves the room before Sam can muster up a reply.

Sam is torn. He knows they need to be out there trying to stop what they started. They started the end of the world, and now they are sitting back and letting innocent people die. At the same time, the girl upstairs is family in every sense of the word, and Dean is right, they both let her down all of the time. Dean isn't the only one. Sam lets her down all of the time in his own ways. She was supportive of him going to school, and took the brunt of the argument from John after Sam walked out of the door. He repaid her by calling her once a year on her birthday. Sam lied to her about everything going on with Ruby. She knew something was off, asked him about it and he lied straight to her face. She knew it too, but never said anything more about it, never asked anymore questions because being lied to by Sam hurt too much. She eventually stopped answering both of their calls, only answering the new numbers the one time before they went on the ignore list.

Sam looked at Bobby and the old man just shook his head at Sam before standing up and walking out of the room as well, leaving Sam alone with his thoughts and his guilt. Hearing footsteps coming down the hallway Sam picked his head up and was surprised to see Jennifer standing there.

"Jenn! Oh my God! Are you okay?" Sam stood up and strode over to her quickly but stopped abruptly in front of her, realizing something wasn't right. She wasn't smiling, in fact she had no emotion showing on her face, and her eyes weren't their normal hazel, they were bright blue. Jennifer tilted her head to the side and looked Sam up and down quizzically before letting a small smile break her face.

"Sam. Good to see you are well." Sam backed up and looked at her confusedly.

"Who are you?"

"We haven't really had the pleasure of meeting yet. My name is Michael."

"As in the arch-angel?"

"Yes." Dean and Bobby came through the door seeing Jennifer standing in front of Sam and without questioning why Sam never called for him or why she never came looking for him he ran to her, turned her around and hugged her as tightly as he could. In his relief he never noticed her not hugging back.

"Dean…that's not Jennifer." Dean pulled back and looked at Sam and looked back at Jennifer.

"What are you talking abo-"Dean stopped once he saw her eyes and backed up, reaching for the knife in his back pocket.

"Dean, we both know you won't stab her so save yourself the embarrassment and keep it in your pants. It wouldn't do anything to me anyway, only to her."

"Who are you?"

"Michael."

"The arch-angel?"

"Yes. Do you two always repeat questions?" They both gave him a bitch face before Dean remembered something.

"I thought you dicks needed permission to use a body?"

"We do."

"Then how did you get into her?" Michael smiled and snapped his fingers, changing her clothes from her sleep shorts and tank top to a pair of ripped jeans, knee high boots, a white tank top, and a baggy off the shoulder grey tunic.

"I came to her in a dream. Dean you need to understand that she was dying. She won't last much longer in the state she was in. Her body is building up energy and not releasing it, making it toxic to her body. I explained this to her and she said yes…after giving me some stipulations."

"Oh yeah? And what might those be?"

"I could not trick any of you into believing that I was her, I could not do as I wished while in her body for any reason, and I cannot trick you or ask you to say yes while using her body. She colorfully explained castration to me if any of these were broken."

"Sounds about right…" Bobby said while taking a sip of his whiskey.

"So wait, she was dying…" Sam said while pacing the room.

"Yes. She has all four powers now and the energy is storing into her body since there hasn't been any release. The longer she holds onto the energy the more toxic it becomes. I've been showing her how to control and release the energy. Now I think it is time to show you all what she can really do. How helpful she can really be in this fight of right and wrong. And Dean, it can show you if you can really handle having a witch for a wife." Dean's body stiffened and he ground his jaw, making it tick. "What? You always say how you hate witches…she isn't your ordinary witch Dean."

"Whatever, get on with it. The sooner to show us the sooner you can leave." Michael smiled before walking outside, all 3 men in tow. Michael walked in the direction of the fence in the back of the salvage yard, snapped his fingers and 10 bottles appeared on the fence.

"Ready, gentlemen?" The three men nodded their heads and stood back, giving Michael room. While concentrating they felt the wind gently start to pick up before it pulled into a violent whirl in his hands. Michael smirked before pushing his hands out towards the bottles, sending them all shattering into fine grains of dust. He turned around to see the shocked looks on their faces.

"Still okay with this Dean?"

"Get on with it."

Michael laughed and turned back around, snapping his fingers and lining up 10 more bottles. Holding out his hand to the side a small ball of fire started to grow slowly in his hand. When it reached to be about the size of a cantaloupe he began to bounce it like a rubber ball in his hand before throwing it like a baseball, making 4 bottles explode. Holding both of his hands out a giant ball of fire grew, and forced out towards the fence, making the rest of the bottles explode and part of the fence caught on fire. Before Bobby could complain, Michael opened his arms wide causing the wind to pick up, the sky turned grey rapidly and rain began to fall. Upon closer inspection they realized none of them were getting wet, almost as if the wind was bending it away from them. When Michael put his arms down by his sides the sky opened up and the sun was shining again. Michael could feel the energy had been depleted and was satisfied with his work but he still had saved the best for last. Turning around again he saw all the men still looking shocked a possibly a little frightened. The thought made his stomach twist and his chest ache. He would never understand the humans but he was taught to love them, and he would.

"She has one more elemental ability. Are you ready to see?" Dean nodded his head and the other two followed.

"You might want to back away. I do not wish to hurt you." The men stepped back another 20 feet and Michael crouched down and felt the ground underneath his hands. Feeling the energy coming from the ground, up into his arms and spreading throughout his body. He felt powerful. She truly was a magnificent witch. Yes she was by all accounts still human, she was just special. Concentrating on returning the energy back into the ground the three men felt the ground begin to shake, softly at first before the vehicles around them began to quake. Soon after the ground began to separate him from the other three men, leaving a 4 foot crack separating them before he picked his hands up and the ground stopped and stood still like nothing had ever happened.

"She's powerful. You all needed to see this. You three needed to know. If her heart wasn't as pure as it is, if she wasn't as GOOD as she is, this could all go very badly. She could level this planet faster than Lucifer and I. Do you all understand?" The three men nodded slowly. "Are you all prepared to help her, and to let her continue to help all of you?"

"She's family, none of this changes anything." Dean said with conviction. He knows she isn't a monster, but he also knows that if other hunters found out about her, she would quickly be on some hit lists. She's more powerful than any of them had anticipated and if some people came after Sam, they would definitely be after her and the thought scares him a little.

"Good answer Dean. Don't let your fears control you. If you can't take care of her, I will." With that said they all heard the sound of flapping wings and Michael was gone, and effectively Jennifer.

"Where did he take her?" Bobby said while they all frantically looked around the salvage yard, making their way back to the house. Once they reached inside they saw Jennifer's body lying on the couch. Her color was back to its normally tan olive color, her breathing was more even and it was no longer shallow. Her eyes were closed but she appeared to be sleeping peacefully. None of them noticed Cas standing in the corner until he spoke.

"She is fine. She is resting comfortably now. She should wake up within the next 24 hours. Dean, she can help us stop this."

"I know Cas…I know. It's just a lot to take in at the moment. The things she can do…" Dean let out a heavy sigh, seeing Cas nod his understanding. It's just too much to comprehend in 15 minutes. The weight of the world is on Dean's shoulders, literally. He is Michael's vessel, he is supposed to be the one to defeat Lucifer, the friggin devil. His wife, the only woman that's ever been there, is a powerful witch. They're supposed to be having babies in this crazy life, something neither of them wanted to ever do. They never wanted to raise kids in this lifestyle like they were. He doesn't even know if she will take him back and consider having their family. He doesn't trust Sam anymore. He's lied too much and done too much for him to be fully trusted anymore, but that doesn't mean he doesn't forgive him. He does, it's just all too much for one person to handle.

Everyone leaves the room except for Dean, seeing him deep in thought and knowing better than to disturb him. He crouches down, gently kissing Jennifer's forehead and tangling his hand into her black curls.

"Something tells me you can hear me just fine, don't know how I know that but I do…I just want you to know that you're pretty badass." Dean chuckles quietly, keeping one hand tangled in her hair and the other laid flat on her cheek, thumb stroking her cheekbone. "I love you, nothing's changed. You're my wife, for as long as you want me. I'll be better. I'll be the husband I'm supposed to be." Dean gently pressed his lips to hers and was pleasantly surprised when he felt her kiss back. When Dean pulled away he saw tears in her pretty hazel eyes and couldn't help but smile.

"Dean? What happened?"