Centuries

Ten

Dean wakes me up when we arrive back at the bunker. It's almost one in the morning. I wipe the tiredness from my eyes and face and get out of the impala. I stretch until my back pops all down my spine. Taking a deep breath, I follow Dean inside. Once we enter we see that the lights are off. They must be sleeping. Good. I need more sleep.

"We totally could have stayed at the hotel or something," I yawn. "I was expecting Sam and Michael to be awake."

"Same here," Dean yawns as well. "Sam said that it was important and such. Any who, lets get some shut eye and go about this whole Hezekiah thing when we wake up." Dean drops our bags onto the table and leads us to his room where we just plop onto the bed and pass out.

When morning came around, I wake up to a soft snoring Dean next to me. I look at the time on my phone and see that's it almost nine. I gently shake Dean, "Hey, we should wake up and deal with real life right now."

Dean groans and mumbles something into the pillow before turning to me with one eye open. "Do we have to?" His voice is hoarse. It's almost kind of sexy. 

"Yes, we do," I roll out of bed and make my way to the door. The moment I touch the door knob, my side, where the mark that Michael out on the year before, starts to burn. I cry out and grab my side. Dean's by my side in a second.

"What's going on?" He asks. The worry in voice does't hid the fear I hear as well. "What's happened?"

"My side," I manage to get out before the pain grows more intense. I cry out in pain again.

Dean lifts my shirt up and sees that the mark was is glowing. Dean covers it back up and rushes out of the room, leaving me behind. "Sam," I hear him yelling. "YNs mark is doing something weird. It's glowing and she's in pain."

"She's what?" I hear Michaels voice in the hallway. 

Before anything can be said, I can feel Michael by my side. He's slowly lifting my shirt up. I hear him take in a low sharp breath. What did he see? I feel his cool hand on the burning mark. I open my eyes to see him looking directly into mine. "I'm going to block the spell on this mark. It may hurt but I promise you it will feel better."

"What spell?" both Winchester brothers as in unison. Really now is the time to ask when I'm in pain. Just as I get that thought across in my mind, the pain in my side start to feel more like being stabbed with a flaming sword. I makes me cry out in pain and doubling over onto my knees.

"I can sit her and explain it to you or I can do the spell and make her feel better." Michaels voice is firm.

"I vote spell," I manage to groan out.

Before Sam or Dean can protest, Michael places a hand on my side and I see the faint glow of his eyes as he used his grace. Which I am then reminded of the thing that Hezekiah said about him being a time bomb with his grace. I watch as his brows furrow deeper and deeper. 

"Something is trying to block me out," Michael groans as he gives up. "I can't block whatever is happening." 

The moment that Michael says that, the pain starts to subside and I start to catch my breath. "Whatever that was, it's gone now." I get to my feet and stare at the archangel in front of me. I can see the faint glow of his eyes slowly disappear. "You shouldn't have done that. Not being the ticking time bomb Hezekiah claims you to be."

"I know, but I just couldn't let you sit in pain." With that he walks out of the room. Dean is then by my side in seconds gently taking hold of my arms. 

"We will find out how to block whatever caused pain to that mark," he says. All I do is nod. 

"Just don't let Michael use any of his grace," I say in a neutral tone. "I have a feeling that because he's not in a human vessel he isn't really at full power. He will most likely burn it away while killing himself."