Dean winchester's body, now possessed by Michael, was secured in the bunker's containment room. Sam and Castiel worked on a complex ritual to expel the archangel and restore Dean to his rightful place. As you entered cautiously, the tension in the room, your gaze meeting Michael's with a mix of apprehension and determination. "Hey" Michael greeted with dean's voice, though his eyes held a cold detachment that was distinctly not dean. "You came to see the show?" "Yeah. We're going to fix this. dean's coming back." Michael's expression hardened, a hint of amusement flickering in his eyes. "Good luck with that" He scoffed, his arrogance seeping through dean's facade. with a nod to Sam and castiel, you turned away, focusing on the task ahead. this wasn't Dean anymore, but you knew that beneath Michael’s defiance, a part of your him still fought to be free.