A Mother's Love Ch. 12
Disclaimer: See chapter one.
Author's Note: Once again, there will be some dialogue that you recognize from the show that does not belong to me.
Previously: "What do you mean the sigils are gone?" Sam questioned as he hurriedly climbed out of the bed.
"The one I drew on the back of the door, it's now a smudge," John answered just before a shrill sound filled the air and the windows shattered.
Once the ringing stopped and the hunters composed themselves, they were stunned to see the front door of the cabin fly open just before a man came striding in confidently.
"Who the hell are you?" Dean asked as he pulled himself into a standing position to face the newcomer head on. He had a feeling the man was bad news from the look on his face
"I am Uriel." The angel replied as he walked through the door without a care in the world.
"Oh, come on!" Dean sputtered as he starts backing up towards the others in protection. He could very easily remember the angel with the bad attitude, the one who was always so eager to smite people without giving it a second thought.
"Come on, we gotta get you out of here….GO." Sam told his parents as he started ushering them towards the back door of the cabin only to be stopped by the sudden appearance of Anna.
"Sonuva…well, here goes nothing." Dean gritted out between clenched teeth as he made a stab at Uriel with the angel killing knife, while Sam made a move towards Anna at the same time. Their efforts were in vain however as both brothers found themselves being thrown through the air to land harshly on the floor only seconds later as their parents watched in horror.
Spotting the angel knife laying on the floor, John knew he had to do something to protect his sons or they would surely be killed. Rushing forward to grab the weapon with his hand, he was just about to lift it when the auburned haired angel stepped on the knife with her foot.
"That's not very nice you know." Anna told John as she lifted her hand in a throwing motion, causing the Winchester father to fly backwards through the window and to the ground below outside.
"Nooooo" Mary screamed in outrage as she watched all of the male members of her family being attacked. It wasn't supposed to be like this.
Meanwhile, Dean continued to fight Uriel while Sam made a move for the knife which still lay on the floor, knowing it could be their only chance. His attempt proved futile however as Anna ripped a pipe from the wall and thrust it forward, the pipe entering Sam's chest with a fatal blow.
"SAMMY!" Dean and Mary screamed out in unison as they watched the shaggy haired hunter fall to the floor, his hands clutching at the pipe in his chest, his eyes falling shut.
Unbeknownst to the two of them, a bright light approached John who still lay outside on the ground, stunned from his collision with the shattered window and harsh landing
"You know, I really am sorry." Anna apologized as she started walking towards Mary, ready to kill the young blonde woman who would give birth to the vessel that Lucifer would someday occupy.
"Anna," a male voice called out just before Anna reached Mary's side
Spinning around upon hearing her name, Anna wassurprised to see John Winchester standing before her, but soon realized her mistake in the assumption for it wasn't John, but another angel using him as its vessel.
"Michael." Anna stated as she looked her superior angel in the eye.
Michael however didn't give Anna the chance to explain her reasoning as he walked forward and placed a hand on Anna's chest. Within seconds, blue flames filled the female angel's being as she screamed out in horrific pain and then turned into a heap of dust.
"Michael…I didn't know." Uriel pleaded as he gazed at his superior in fear. He had no idea at this point that Michael was interested in the people he was asked to kill.
"Goodbye, Uriel," Michael replied with a snap of his fingers, the African American angel disappearing instantly from view. Returning his attention to the others in the room, Michael strolled over towards Mary
"Wh-what did you do to my husband?" Mary asked, her voice quivering slightly in fear.
"John is fine." Michael answered the scared wife succinctly.
"But who…who are you?" Mary questioned, needing to know who had taken over her husband's body.
"Shhh," Michael said, putting a finger to his lips before reaching over to touch her on the forehead, causing Mary to slump to the ground unconscious as Dean stumbled through the doorway, clutching at his injured ribs.
"Dean Winchester. Well I'd say this conversation between us is long overdue," Michael stated with a smile. "Wouldn't you?"
"Fix him," Dean ordered, not bothering to answer the question as he pointed over to his baby brother who lay bleeding out on the floor.
"First, we need to talk," Michael stated with authority. "Then I will fix your precious little Sammy."
"How'd you get in my dad anyway?" Dean asked as he eyed the angel warily. He knew angels couldn't take their vessel without being invited to do so and his Dad would never have said yes, well, not the father he grew up with anyway.
"I told him I could save his wife, and he said yes," Michael answered bluntly.
"Well I guess they oversold me then, huh? I mean as being your one and only vessel," Dean retorted with a snort.
"Yes, you are my true vessel, but not my only one." Michael informed an extremely surprised Dean.
"What is that supposed to mean?" Dean asked, unsure of the repercussions of such a bold statement.
"It's a bloodline," Michael said. "It's in your blood, your father's blood, your family's blood to be my vessel."
"What do you want with me?" Dean queried, growing tired of the conversation, his eyes casting over to his baby brother in heartbreak once again.
"You really don't know the answer to that?" Michael asked incredulously as he looked the hunter in the eye.
"Well, I've already told you and the others that I ain't going to say yes. So once again, why are you here and what do you want with me?" Dean uttered tiredly.
"I just want you to understand, what you and I have to do," Michael replied in answer to Dean's question.
"Oh I get it. You've got a beef with your brother, well get some therapy dude, don't take it out on my planet!" Dean snapped angrily at the haughty angel.
"You're wrong," Michael informed Dean before going onto explain how Lucifer had defied their father and betrayed him even after everything he had done. Like Dean, he had been the one who raised his brother and took care of him all the time. "Lucifer is my brother, and I love him. But I am going to kill him, because it is right thing to do."
"Why, because God says so?" Dean asked with disbelief.
"Yes, because I am a good son," Michael answered as if it were the only logical one to make.
"Yeah well trust me pal, take it from someone who knows, that is a dead-end street you're going down and you won't like the outcome." Dean voiced with a smirk.
"And you think you know better than my father?" Michael queried with barely suppressed anger. What makes you think you get to choose, unimportant little man that you are?"
"Because I gotta believe that I can choose what I do with my unimportant little life," Dean answered, hope still alive in his heart.
"Free will is an illusion, Dean. You might as well face the fact that you are eventually going to say yes." John retorted. "But don't worry, unlike my brothers, I won't leave you a drooling, slobbering mess when I'm done with your meat suit. You'll be the man you've always been."
"But what about my dad, and the rest of my family?" Dean asked as he looked at the three most important people in his life.
"I'm going to make it so they won't remember me." Michael answered as he walked over kneeled down beside Sammy. Reaching out to touch Sam's head with his finger, Michael sent Sam back into the present time.
"He's home. Safe and sound. Now it's your turn." Michael informed the older brother. "I'll see you soon, Dean." He stated just before touching him on the forehead and returning Dean to the present also.
"Waking up on the bed in their motel room moments later. Dean looked over to the other bed to breathe a huge sigh of relief upon seeing his baby brother alive and well. He had been afraid that Michael had told him a lie and that Sam had been lost to him forever.
"De'n what happened?" Sam questioned anxiously as he gazed at the blood on his hands and shirt. He could remember having been in the past and meeting his parents, but not much else.
"S'okay kiddo, everything's fine, you're going to be okay." Dean answered as he walked over to the bed and wrapped his younger sibling in a hug.
"But I ca..can't remember what happened…" Sam's voice trailed off with a yawn as he looked around the room.
"There's nothing to remember Sammy. We're both fine and that's all that matters. Now try to get some sleep Tiger." Dean encouraged as he coaxed his baby brother to lay down in the bed and then watched over him until Sam's breathing evened out and he began to softly snore. He would eventually reveal the details of everything that happened to Sam, just not yet.
The End. As you can see, I chose not to have Michael wipe John and Mary's memories clean. He's only erased their memories of him. This way the story is left open for the AU if I choose to write it later.