When Michael stepped into April's house he flicked on the lights. He found Toby lying down in the same spot he'd been before he left. He looked like he'd been asleep. Toby stood up, his paw still lifted off the ground.

"Hello, Toby," Michael murmured as he bent over to pat the Akita. "I'll get you some water and fix that leg before I go to sleep."

Toby followed Michael into the kitchen where he filled his water bowl with tap water and lapped some of it up as soon as Michael set the bowl down.

Once he'd done that Michael searched for April's first aid kit, finding it in her bathroom closet and carried it back downstairs to Toby.

As he knelt beside the dog Michael told him to sit. After Toby planted his rump on the ground Michael then slowly lifted his leg and placed it on his thigh. Toby whined from the stretching of his sore muscles, but stayed put, seemingly knowing that Michael was just trying to help.

Not for the first time Michael wondered if the dog sensed he was once an angel, or he still had some leftover powers despite being mortal.

Michael took a bandage from the first aid kit and wrapped Toby's paw until it was stiff enough to keep it steady and straight while it healed.

With one last pat Michael left Toby to sleep on his dog bed and headed upstairs back to the guest bedroom.

It was nearly five, and the sky was starting to lighten but it didn't matter to Michael because he was exhausted and needed more rest. After he climbed onto the bed and his head touched the pillow Michael was out like a light.

But his unconscious mind wasn't.

As he slept Michael dreamed again. But this time it wasn't of Heaven, no, it was of his time in Hell. His nightmarish time spent with his brother Lucifer.

It was just after Sam had gained control and jumped into the pit with Lucifer still inside him and had thrown Michael in Adam down in it too.

He and Lucifer were both furious, at each other, at Sam. Sam got some frustration taken out on him by both of them but especially Lucifer, until he escaped the cage somehow. Michael was pretty sure God must have taken him out. But the very first thing Lucifer and Michael had done was fight each other.

"Noooooo!" Lucifer screamed, pounding the walls of his all too familiar cage. "Not again!"

"Oh God no, let me out!" shouted Michael as he looked up at the nothingness above them.

Lucifer turned to watch Michael and for a moment seemed to forget his worries. He shook his head. "He's not going to come for you. He didn't come for me when I begged Him, pleaded Him to."

"That's because you disobeyed," Michael snapped.

Lucifer sighed impatiently. "And how do you know you haven't done anything He doesn't like? He's been gone for years hasn't He? He never gave you the order to leave Dean Winchester in Hell did He? And He never gave you the order to save him either."

"Demons kept you updated I see," quipped Michael.

"They're handy. It's the only reason they exist."

Michael wasn't surprised. It made sense that Lucifer would hate the twisted beings who were once humans. The humans after all, had indirectly caused him to rebel and led him to being caught in this literal Hell hole after the war.

"I don't know why you have so much faith in God," Lucifer said changing the subject. "He favors mortals, He left, and you know damn well He could have stopped the first war and the Apocalypse Himself if He wanted to. It's a game Michael, and everyone's the chess pieces."

"No," protested Michael. "It's not true. He tests our faith."

Lucifer huffed. "You're wrong Michael. God doesn't care about us. He just got bored and wanted to play. And man, He's really played you like a fiddle."

Outraged by Lucifer's beliefs Michael attacked him, throwing him against the wall.

Lucifer smirked. "Still want to fight? Fine, I've got nothing better to do."

He pushed Michael away from him and they brawled. It was the worst battle Michael had ever been in and he could actually feel some pain caused by Lucifer's blows.

And then when he got bored Lucifer turned on Sam, and angry because Sam had pulled him down with Lucifer into the hole, Michael did too.

That was the worst part of it. Michael had actually allied himself with Lucifer during that time to join him in causing suffering to a human out of revenge. In those moments he was too much like his brother for his liking.

The nightmare shifted and suddenly Sam was April, Lucifer was Victor, and Michael was back on the warehouse rooftop. And this time he watched as Victor sliced April's throat, too late to save her.

"No!" yelled Michael. "April!"

Hearing Michael's voice Victor looked up at him and grinned before disappearing. Michael broke the glass below him and dropped into the building, rolling when he hit the ground.

When he was up on his feet again Michael bolted to where April lay on the ground. Blood surrounded her head and shoulders, but Michael kneeled in it so he could scan her body with his eyes.

There was no doubt she was dead. She'd lost too much blood.

Michael bowed his head, running his hand through his hair, pulling on it a couple of times.

When he raised his head to stare at April's bloodied face he felt something wet slide down his cheek and quickly caught it with his index finger before it could fall to the floor.

Michael lifted his finger to see it.

It was a single teardrop.