Shattered: The Sequel to Mirrors

Satan the Failure and Dean the Resurrected

Michael woke up in pain. He groggily wondered where the hell he was, and then the memories came back. The demons attacking, his friends getting hurt...Sam...

Michael tried to sit up and was pushed back into the bed by a forceful but gentle hand. He opened his eyes, but they took a long second to adjust. From what he could remember, he should have been dead. He had taken a pretty brutal beating...but he wasn't dead. Which meant....

"You need to rest, Mica. Stop moving," Lucifer grumbled. Michael's eyes adjusted enough that he could see his slightly irritated and concerned boyfriend fussing over the blankets on top of him. If they weren't in such a crappy situation, Michael would have spent longer dwelling on how adorable Lucifer was. 

"Where's Sam?" Michael asked. Lucifer looked at him for a very long second. 

"In the kitchen. You need to get more rest. I healed you and everything, but I was tired, so I couldn't fix you all the way up..." Lucifer rambled. Lucifer always rambled when he was lying. Michael grabbed Lucifer's hand and squeezed it gently. 

"Luce, where's Sam?" Michael asked again softly. Lucifer looked defeated. He wouldn't meet Michael's eyes, and if Michael didn't know better, the hunter would have thought he saw tears in the archangel's eyes. 

"The demons took him. I don't know where he is. Gilda and Crowley went to go look for him. And Alfie too. I sent Gabriel out to look for Cassie..." Lucifer sat down on the bed. "I feel like I'm failing at everything," Lucifer said, burying his face in his hands. Michael sat up and wrapped his arms around the archangel. So one of his nephews was dead still (or not, he didn't really know), one of them was kidnapped by demons. One of his boyfriend's brothers just jumped into a portal to hell. So their lives were sort of messed up. Really messed up. 

"This is not your fault okay? Sam is going to be okay. Knowing him, he's already found a way to escape the demons. And Castiel is okay too. I feel it," Michael said comfortingly. Lucifer kept his face hidden under his hands, but Michael could feel the archangel's shoulder relax under his chin. Michael was about to say something else when someone rang the doorbell. Great. More people were going to join the party. Lucifer tried to get Michael to stay in bed, but to no avail. 

Michael opened the door, and nearly fainted when he saw Dean standing there. He looked like his normal self, wearing plaid and a leather jacket. But there was something a little different in his eyes. 

"Uncle Michael?" Dean asked. Michael wondered why the hell Dean sounded so surprised to see Michael there. Michael's eyes left Dean when he saw that the hunter was carrying an unconcious Castiel in his arms. 

"Cassie?" Lucifer said. He automatically grabbed Castiel from Dean and laid the younger angel down on the couch. Michael pulled Dean inside and started checking the hunter for wounds. 

"Hey, uh, I'm good, dude," Dean said, clearly uncomfortable. Michael blinked at him. There was something very off about the Dean in front of him. 

"How's Castiel?" Michael asked Lucifer. Lucifer shrugged helplessly. 

"I'm going to need Gabe and Alfie's help. It's his wings. Goddamn it, I told him this was going to happen," Lucifer growled. Dean looked between Lucifer and Michael in confusion. 

"Who are you?" Dean asked Lucifer. The archangel's eyes shot up to the elder Winchester brother and remained on him. Now Michael realized what was wrong with Dean. He didn't remember them. 

"You're kidding. You don't remember me, Deano?" Lucifer asked. "Like...at all? And...oh shit. You don't remember Cassie, do you?" Dean shook his head. 

"All I know is I woke up in a coffin, my dad took me to this house, and then this guy shows up claiming to be an angel. Before he passed out, he told me he needed his brothers," Dean explained. Michael was still stuck back at the beginning of his story. 

"Your dad did what?" Michael asked quietly. Lucifer glanced at the hunter, eyes filled with fear. There were few things scarier than Michael when he was protecting his boys. 

"He brought me to this house...look, I don't really know what's going on. Have you seen Sam?" Dean asked. 

"Where's your dad?" Michael asked. 

"He's outside," Dean said. Michael was already at the door. 

"Hey, Mica, maybe now isn't the best..." Lucifer started. Michael ignored him and opened the front door. 

"Thank God you're alright," Michael was tackled by a moose as Sam walked up the porch. Michael didn't have much of a chance of escaping the hug. He didn't really want to either. He was glad to see Sam was safe and sound. Sam let go of Michael and then saw Dean. His hazel eyes widened in shock, and then went misty with tears. He pulled Dean into a hug. Dean stood stiffly in the now-awkward embrace, unsure of how to respond. 

"O-okay there, Sammy. I'm fine, jeez," Dean mumbled, pulling himself out of Sam's embrace. He did smile at the younger Winchester. "You got really tall while I was dead, or whatever." Sam knit his eyebrows. He had gotten taller while Dean was still alive. Michael wanted to tell him he didn't remember, but was interrupted as a small golden bullet of a person tackled Sam in a hug. 

Michael hid his snicker as Gabe wrapped Sam in his arms. After a couple of seconds of hugging he pulled away so he could smother Sam in kisses. Sam turned bright red and pushed Gabe off of him. 

"Jesus, you'd think I was dead," Sam grumbled. He turned back to Dean, who looked caught between horror and confusion. 

"What the hell, dude?" Dean asked. 

"What's up with Deano? Why's he being so weird?" Gabriel asked. "And how's Cassie?" 

"It's his wings. Cassie's wings, that is. Deano here doesn't remember us," Lucifer explained. 

"Look...I'm glad I could bring Cas or whatever here, but I should go. Come on, Sammy," Dean said, heading for the door. He stopped and turned around to see Sam was still standing in the living room. "Sammy?" 

"I'm not going," Sam said. 

"You shouldn't go either," Michael said. "At least not until I explain everything. And at least, if you do leave, you shouldn't go with your dad." Dean's eyes flashed in anger. Michael had forgotten how blind Dean used to be about his dad. 

"I don't need any of you telling me anything. You wanna stay Sammy? You do you. I'm leaving," Dean's hand was on the doorknob. He was about to leave, and there was nothing any of them could do about it. 

"Dean," Castiel mumbled the name in his comatose state. "Dean!" he cried out and Michael could see Dean's shoulders tense. Dean didn't have to have memories for Castiel's voice to affect him. That much was obvious. 

"Is he going to be okay?" Dean asked, turning around. Gabriel and Lucifer shared uncertain glances. 

"We're going to try to patch him up," Lucifer said. Dean looked at the dark-haired angel unconscious on the couch. 

"Can I stay until he wakes up?" Dean asked. All of them shared glances. 

"Yeah, that would be great," Michael agreed. 

Sorry, this chapter is more filler than anything else...I just needed everyone back in the same place. So...yeah, writing jerky Dean is a bit difficult because I love him. But oh well, he has to go back to being his old self. Maybe he'll remember who he was...or not. No promises. 

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