You stood in front of Dean, a man you knew all too well, but at the same time didn't at all, since Michael was possessing him. He'd crept into all of your lives like a dark shadow and turned everything upside down. "Why are you here? To bore me or to annoy me? I'm not Dean, your aches and pains are inconvenient to me." He reminded you nonchalantly, his voice filled with the arrogance and indifference of the powerful archangel he was. "Don't you know who you're talking to?"