Holy shit. So this was Michael. His presence alone was making Kayla back away and she didn't even know it. He held his hand up, motioning for her to stop. "You can stay, if you listen, and you don't attack. It's important you hear, because you influence his decisions."

She swallowed and took another step back without a word.

Michael smiled and looked at Dean. "I'd say this conversation is long overdue."

He took a weak step towards Sam. "Fix him."

"First, we talk. Then I fix your darling little Sammy."

He eyed him. "How'd you get in my dad anyway?"

"I told him I could save his wife, and he said yes." He glanced toward Kayla. "Don't be disappointed in him Dean, I imagine I would get the same result from you."

"If you touch her…"

"Relax, I'm not here to fight. I'm not even here to threaten."

He moved closer to Kayla. "I thought I was your one and only vessel."

"You're my true vessel, but not my only one." His voice was so calm, he didn't hold the same arrogance the other angels did.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It's a bloodline, stretching back to Cain and Abel. It's in your blood, your father's blood, your family's blood."

Dean nodded. It would figure they'd have yet another curse to them. "Awesome. What do you want with me?"

"Do you really need me to answer that?"

"You know I'm not gonna say yes, so why are you here? What do you want with me?"

"I just want you to understand what you and I have to do." He stepped closer to him.

He just stared him down. "Oh I get it. You got beef with your brother, well get some therapy pal. Don't take it out on my planet."

"You're wrong." No matter how loud Dean got, he stayed level. "When Lucifer defied our Father he betrayed me, but still, I don't want this anymore than you would want to kill Sam." He walked over to Sam now, looking at him in fond remembrance. "You know my brother, I practically raised him. I took care of him in a way that most people would never understand and I still love him. But I am going to kill him, because it is right, and I have to."

"What because God said so?"

"Yes. From the beginning he knew this was how it was going to end."

"And you're just going to do whatever God says?"

"Yes. Because I am a good son."

Dean shook his head. "Yeah well trust me man, take it from someone who knows, that is a dead-end street."

"And you think you know better than my father? One, unimportant little man? What makes you think you get to choose?"

"Because I gotta believe, that I get to chose what I do with my unimportant little life."

"You're wrong. You know how I know?" He walked away from him. "Think of a million, little acts of random chance, that let John and Mary be born, to meet, to fall in love, to have the two of you. Think of all the tiny choices that you make and how each and every one of them brings you closer to your destiny. Do you know why that is? Because it's not random, it's not chance. It is a plan that is playing itself out perfectly. Free will is an illusion Dean, that's why you're going to say yes."

He couldn't say anything, he could only listen to all his greatest fears being thrown at his feet.

"Oh buck up. It could be worse. Unlike my brothers, I won't leave you a drooling mess when I'm done wearing you."

"What about my dad?"

"Better than new. In fact, I'm going to do your mom and your dad a favor."

"What?" He asked nervously.

"Scrub their minds. They won't remember me, or you."

"You can't do that." Not after everything he'd told her.

"I'm just giving your mother what she wants. She can go back to her husband, her family."

"She's gonna walk right into that nursery."

"Obviously. But you always knew that was going to play out, one way or another. You can't fight city hall." He kneeled down and touched Sam, who disappeared from the floor.

"He's home, safe and sound." He walked up to Kayla.

"Michael."

He waited patiently. He hadn't said she couldn't ask questions.

"What about after? You said you put him back, better than new, and then what? After the millions of people have died, what comes after that?"

He smiled. "That's the good part, the big finale. It's heaven on Earth. You won't have to hunt anymore. You, and Dean, can have the normal life Mary and John missed out on. It's what they would have wanted." Her expression was lost, her mind torn between the different rationalities. "Do not fear the apocalypse." He touched her face and she disappeared. "Your turn Dean."

He straightened his posture while he approached.

"I'll see you soon." He touched his forehead and sent him back.