Heaven Help Me

Blood

There was blood everywhere, from the ceiling to the floor, and there he lay, dead, gone, and forgotten. The scream catching in my throat, I sat bolt upright, it was just a dream, just a dream. There he stood at the foot of my bed, the other two on each side. This was my one night to do as I choose, the one night I was to spend with Michael, my Michael. He was truly gone, he was never coming back, and it was my fault. I had sent him to protect my brother that night, it's my fault Michael is never coming back. I stood and walked to the balcony overlooking the River of Eternal Flame. "Michael," I whispered, "I'm so sorry my love."
I felt a hand touch my shoulder, "He doesn't blame you, he knew his duty," Seth said.
"Seth's right, he would want you to know that he loved you, and will always remain apart of you," Roman said.
"He was here the day we, well you two went through," Dean said.
I spun towards him, "Michael? No he couldn't have been, I would've known."
"He left soon after seeing us with you," he replied.
"No, that's impossible. Michael wouldn't have left without seeing me."
"Think about it, when was the last time you saw him?" Dean asked.
"The day after you were here. He came to tell me something, but he got called by my Father," I said, thinking back, Michael had been acting strange that day, he seemed distant, like a ghost already. "Leave me, I need to be alone tonight."
"You're father has instructed us to not leave you," Seth said.
"Do as I command, or suffer here in hell with your worst nightmares."
"My dear Hope, we do not mean to offend, but it is not wise to leave you unattended, with the Wyatts running loose here," replied Seth.
"Fine, but I need utter silence." I said, striding to the mirror of dreams, "Show me Michaels last memory of hell."
As the memory started, I saw myself standing with these same three men. I could hear his thoughts, but not the last thing he said. His focus was blurring, why can't I see his dream better? I've never had problems with this before.
Why are my memories fading of Michael, my memory of him has never faltered? The lights faded, the room was spinning, and all went black.