Nothing but excruciating pain rang through Michael's head and he could tell it was Dean trying to regain control of his body but this was the same man who had willingly allowed Michael in, this was the same man who had offered to be his vessel yet Dean should have known better than to do such a thing.

Although this Michael was not the same one who had eventually possessed Adam Milligan during the Apocalypse in the main world, this was still a Michael and therefore his perfect vessel despite Dean never being born in his world. Currently, he was stood in a dark, damp abandoned old storage unit in some rundown town in some state working on something. Just to his side were multiple corpses of monsters who had died from his experimentations on them, they had been perfect for his army he originally thought but alas not everyone could handle having archangel grace coursing through their veins.

Among the monsters were mainly vampires and werewolves that had likely only joined Michael out of fear or for the power only to die in the process. And now, you were tied up so that Michael could experiment on you next, it had been nothing but gruelling silence from him ever since you brought him there but from the way he was working, he seemed determined in making sure you would stay alive after he was done with you. He had his back to you while he did what he was doing, he was focused as he prepared the grace for you.

For the first time since you had been there, he finally spoke though he still chose to keep his back to you as he did so. "You're afraid you might die, aren't you? I wouldn't worry though, I'm making sure your body can handle it, it would be a shame to lose you when you have exactly what I want for someone in my army..." He spoke as he picked a syringe up.

The syringe contained the angelic essence he was planning to inject into your system. Its light blue colour shone in the moonlight as the outside light seeped through the cracked windows, he backed up from his station and faced you. While it was Dean's face looking at you, it certainly wasn't him talking. The way he spoke, the way he dressed, it definitely was not the Winchester you were used to being with.

Michael was currently clad in a black suit with a brown apron around his wait, he had Dean's hair neatly combed back. You were used to Dean in his usual flannel shirt, jeans and boots and his hair less than perfect but here Michael was, making Dean dress exactly how he wanted him to look.

Even his speech pattern was nothing like Dean's, it was more professional and nothing like how Dean would speak. When you questioned if Dean had even tried fighting back while you had been out, Michael chuckled a little but still chose to answer you as if finding the entire situation amusing.

"Of course he has, he hasn't shut up...I hear nothing but him screaming for me to leave every single second" He grumbled bringing the syringe to your arm. "All attempts have been futile since I assure you I have no intention on letting him go" He remarked coldly.

The syringe was now against your arm and seconds later, the grace was being injected into you. It was a burning sensation that made you squirm around as your body began getting used to the essence within you. You just wanted for this to be all over, for your body to stop writhing around, for the sensation to go away but you just had to ride it out. If you did survive this, your next course of action was to try and escape but knowing Michael, he would certainly not let you go that easily, not after everything he had done to get you here.

Michael watched on as it happened before him. To his surprise, you had survived longer than his other subjects and in his mind, he was relishing over the fact he would have another addition to his army, another being he could command, he smirked as it unfolded before him with his eyes flashing blue.

"And you can forget about trying to find a way out, now that it has worked, I'm not letting you out of my sight, thanks to you I can see where I went wrong and just how much grace to use" He said.