Obi-Wan couldn't take these earth shattering revelations anymore. It was like being kicked in the balls, over and over. "Michael," Obi-Wan stated slowly. "What the hell do you mean?"

"It makes so much sense now," Castiel said, his voice tingling with a 'ah-ha!' moment. "Why this is all happening. It's Michael."

"Who's Michael?" Qui-Gon asked and was promptly ignored by the two.

"Michael killed the devil, Cas," Obi-Wan urged. A pounding headache was thrumming sweetly against his skull. "It's in the Gospels; he has no reason to be here!"

Castiel shook his head. "That's not entirely true. Yes, it's true Dean consented to Michael. He and Lucifer fought but…" He hesitated.

Force, another bomb was about to drop, wasn't it?

"Obi-Wan, I'm sorry," Castiel said slowly, his eyes asking for forgiveness. "But Sam isn't dead."

There was a ringing in his ear.

Was the floor moving? Obi-Wan swore the caravan was moving because it seemed the world was suddenly tipping. Qui-Gon was saying something to him, Obi-Wan could see his lips moving, but that God-awful ringing was getting louder and louder.

And when it stopped suddenly, Obi-Wan snapped.

"You bastard."

Castiel didn't move to defend himself. He stood firmly and watched as Obi-Wan surged forward, brought his fist up and-

Obi-Wan never even got into Castiel's personal space. Qui-Gon suddenly appeared into Obi-Wan's vision, grabbed two fist fulls of the Padawan's tunic and swung him so hard against the wall, Obi-Wan felt his teeth rattle.

Qui-Gon didn't stop. He slammed Obi-Wan again and again, hard enough to bruise and to break. "Calm yourself!" Qui-Gon hissed at the young man and shook him. "If you can't, I will beat you into submission! Do you understand me?"

Obi-Wan tensed, his body humming with pain and the instinctive need to fight back. Blood was dribbling on the side of his mouth where he'd bit his lip accidently. Instead of pushing Qui-Gon off, Obi-Wan closed his eyes, took in a shuddering breath and relaxed.

After a few long seconds, he muttered softly, "I'm okay," When Qui-Gon's fists didn't lack, he added, "Really."

Qui-Gon let go. "It's not safe to talk here," he addressed to Castiel.

The angel nodded, raised two fingers to each of the Jedi's foreheads. Qui-Gon instinctively jerked out when the Force announced of their different environment.

From the sound of distant sirens and light, they must be only a few miles away from the quarantine. A small deserted playground was their only company.

Obi-Wan was quiet for a long time. Instead of speaking, he shrugged out of his outer tunic, throwing his soiled, blood soaked clothes into a nearby trashcan. "Who's Michael?" Qui-Gon took this opportunity to ask Castiel.

"He is an arch-angel," Castiel explained. "A very powerful one. But until now, I thought he was dead."

"What does that mean?" Obi-Wan said. Irritation was still evident on his face, but at least he wasn't echoing hate through the Force anymore. "He killed Lucifer, he brought paradise. It said so in the damn Gospel."

Castiel shook his head. "Michael didn't kill Luficer."

Obi-Wan felt like cursing. He settled for scrubbing at his face roughly. "The battle lasted for years," Castiel continued. "And near the end, it was obvious Michael was unable to kill Lucifer. So he did the next best thing: he divided his Grace and threw him across the galaxy.

"He was good as dead," Castiel urged when Obi-Wan turned away. "Even if Lucifer had until the end of time, he would never pull himself together. In every shadow, every speck of dirt, in every air particle there is a tiny piece of his Grace. And Sam."

"… and Michael?"

"He disappeared. The battle weakened him so much we all thought he died. Nobody has seen or heard of him until today."

"Master Matoko looked inside of my mind," Obi-Wan said. When Qui-Gon raised his hand to touch him, Obi-Wan flinched away. "I think she caught a glimpse of him and her eyes melted out of her head."

"No, if she caught a glimpse, her whole head would've exploded. All she saw was just a shadow. I think we have time. Michael has not fully awakened, it's the only reason why you're still conscious."

"What?" This came from Qui-Gon. "Are you saying Obi-Wan is possessed?"

"Yes," Obi-Wan answered, his face grim. "How much time do I have?" He asked Castiel.

"I don't know. Could be months."

"And Lucifer?"

"…I don't know. Like Dean, the demons are a sign of things to come. Despite Michael's efforts, Lucifer may not be that far away."

"Crap," Obi-Wan hissed. And because he felt he didn't express that better, he said again, "Crap! This can't happen again. Not again, Cas. I'd rather-" he paused, shooting a quick glance Qui-Gon. "I won't let it happen."

Qui-Gon kept his silence, allowing for Obi-Wan and Castiel to talk because it was better to let them to. Except listening to them talk about Michael, Lucifer, angels and such; all of it was going over his head. It was like trying to put together a puzzle without looking, without a picture to compare and without the pieces. Qui-Gon knew, from the way Obi-Wan reacted, Michael was someone of great power.

But it was the name Sam that caused so much grief in his heart, Qui-Gon thought for a split second that his Padawan might die.

"The Jedi have the Colt."

It was at this, Castiel gave a start. "Impossible," he said. "The Colt has been missing for centuries. How-?"

"I don't know how, but it's in the Temple and I can't get to it." He turned to Qui-Gon. "Master, I need-"

"Stop right there," Qui-Gon held up his hand. He shook his head. "I'm sorry, but this is where I cross the line."

"Master-"

"Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon stated firmly. "I do not understand what is going on, not really, but we are still Jedi. Remember, our loyalty is to the Republic first, not ourselves. These secrets you've telling, I must warn you, I will not keep to myself. The Council- Master Yoda and Windu will need to be told. You need help, my Padawan."

"I don't deny that, Master, but what you need to understand is that the Colt-"

"I know what the Colt is. After all, I am the one who placed it under Jedi protection."

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A/N: First of all, I wish to apologize to a lot of my readers out there. I promised a lot of you guys answers in the last chapter; instead I pulled another one sentence cliff hanger. (Crap! I did it again, didn't I? I need to stop doing those!) So hopefully this chapter answered quite a bit- not enough, I know, but enough.

R/R, peeps!