"Well, Donny's got zip." Eden heard Dean huff. "What about you?"
"Nothing that screams 'Archangel.'" Sam replied, throwing down his tablet as the Dark Angel walked in.
Dean sighed as his phone vibrated in the library, so walked over to go and fetch it.
"Yo, Donny."
"I know where he is." Donatello stated.
"Really? Already?" Dean frowned.
"I think he's in- Woah! There! No, there! No, there! There!"
"Damn it, Donny." The Winchester huffed.
"He's hurtling all over, Dean. There! Alright... He's stopped." The Prophet panted. "He seems to be staying put."
Sam looked over to Eden, confused.
"He thinks he's found Michael." She whispered to him.
"Okay, where?" Dean asked.
"Cairo. Egypt." Donatello replied. "Excuse me. I need Bourbon."
The line went dead, leaving Dean giving a bewildered look to his phone.
He turned slightly, seeing Castiel further in the library.
"Alright, we know where he is. Bad news is we can't get to him in time." The Winchester informed his company. "Not before he moves again."
"Eden's met him. Surely she could just fly over there and convince him to get his ass over here." Sam suggested.
"You're joking, right?" Eden scoffed. "He hates me. As soon as he sees me, he'll know who I am. And in case you've all forgotten, he and his brothers were ordered to kill me. Not to mention that he escaped from the Cage. If he's got half a brain cell in Adam's skull, he'll be warded against everyone and everything."
"Fair point..." Sam sighed.
"Then we bring him to us." Cas spoke up, still staring at Dean. "I'll pray to him. You all should prepare in case he actually listens."

And listen, he did.
Castiel arranged to meet with Michael at a disused metal workshop.
He'd said his piece with the Archangel just as Sam, Dean and Eden walked through the deliveries door, seeing him surrounded by a ring of Holy fire.
Dean took out the Angel cuffs, displaying them for the Archangel, who then made eye contact with Eden.
"You..." He sneered and went to go for her, but second-guessed when he remembered the Holy fire.
"Hello, Michael. Long time, no see." Eden sighed.
"Why aren't you dead?" He asked, glaring daggers into her.
"You know what? I ask myself that at least once a day. Never really get any answers though." The Dark Angel shrugged.
Michael turned to his fellow Light Angel.
"Castiel." He growled. "What have you done?"
"I made a friend." Cas replied.

Back at the Bunker, Michael paced the length of one of the study rooms they'd put him in, the handcuffs securely on.
"Even for you – especially for you – this is stupid." He commented.
"Good to see you too... Mike." Dean retorted.
Michael clearly elected to ignore the nickname, turning to the younger brother instead.
"Sam. You look well. Last time I saw you was in the Cage." His deep, gruff voice said.
"Yeah, well, it doesn't matter." Sam dismissed.
"Clearly nothing matters anymore. Because now, not only have you let Heaven, Hell and Earth's biggest threat in, you've impregnated her with an even bigger abomination." Michael glared down at Eden's growing stomach.
"Honestly..." Eden rolled her eyes. "You Light Angels need to come up with a new insult. That one got boring about three hundred thousand years ago."
"We need your help." Sam changed the subject. "God-"
"I've heard." Michael interjected, taking a seat at the table in the centre of the room. "Repeatedly."
"Well then, you're aware-"
"I am not 'aware' of anything." The Archangel cut Castiel off. "You're asking me to trust you. You, who doomed me." He looked between Sam and Dean. "You, who let Lucifer walk free while your own brother sat in Hell. All the while, consorting and procreating with my Aunt's biggest mistake."
"Doing what we do, we've had to get used to losing people." Sam cut in, taking a step forward. "Probably too used to it. With Adam, we said goodbye because we thought we had to... We were wrong."
Michael studied the Winchester with a slight smirk on his face.
"Well, don't tell me." He said. "Tell him."
Sam frowned, then watched as Michael's eyes glowed a white-ish blue for a second. Then, his entire posture changed as he gave an awkward look between the brothers.
"Hey, Sam. Dean." He chuckled through a forced smile.
"Adam?" Sam clarified.
The half-brother raised his cuffed hands, forcing out another chuckle.
"Wait... Michael let's you... Talk?" Dean frowned. "I mean, he let's you... Be?"
"Yeah. In the Cage, we came to an agreement. We only had each other." The youngest brother explained.
"Adam, look, I know we bailed on you, okay, and there is nothing we can say that will fix that..." Dean joined his brother a few steps ahead of him.
"How 'bout... 'I'm sorry.'" Adam sighed heavily.
His eyes flashed the white-ish blue once more, the demeanor changed and Michael was back.
"Enough." He growled. "Why am I here?"
Dean turned to Castiel for an answer, watching as his Angel stepped forward.
"Michael, we needed to speak with you because God is back." He said. "You didn't think the Cage just opened on its own, did you?"
"If my father is back, he will usher in paradise." The Archangel replied.
Eden scoffed, rolling her eyes.
"Best joke I've heard since I was in the Garden..."
"Eden's right. He won't." Dean told him. "Because paradise is boring and your dad is just looking to be entertained. Which means we're his puppets. All of us. Especially you."
Michael sharply stood from his chair, a look of fury painted on his face.
"I won't hear this. You're lying." He pointed to each of the four in turn. "Now, I don't know what your agenda is, but you're lying."
"Michael..." Castiel warned, but then the Archangel's eyes flashed again.
"Hey. It's Adam." The half-brother awkwardly chuckled. "I'd give it a rest. He's not listening."
"So, how about you listen for him." Eden suggested.
"I don't think he's up for that... Whoever you are." Adam replied.
"Uh, yeah. Adam, this is Eden. My fiance. Michael's cousin, I guess." Sam introduced.
"I'd rather you didn't give validation to the fact that he and I are technically related, thank you very much, darling." Eden cocked a brow at him as he mouthed a 'sorry'. She turned back to Adam. "We're running out of time and options. So, not that we deserve it for letting you rot in the Cage for a decade, but please... Help us make him see sense."
Adam sighed, but nodded.

When Eden went to check on Adam a couple of hours later, she was instead greeted with the sight of Michael on the floor with Castiel, trying to choke him out using the Enochian handcuffs.
"Pigeon!" She gasped, running in. She stopped less than three feet away from them as Castiel held out a hand to stop her.
"See for yourself." His voice was strained through the lack of breath.
Cas reached out his arms until his fingers made contact with Michael's head. The Archangel's eyes widened as he was shot through every recent memory of Chuck. His face began to redden and veins protruded from his forehead and neck through the strain of Castiel's power.
Both of the Light celestials gasped out as the memories came to an end. In his shock, Michael released Cas' neck enough for the Angel to take in some air and cough through it.
Eden came closer, dropping to her knees to move Michael's hands from around her friend.
"Do you see now, Michael? Do you see what he's done? To us? To you? To this whole bloody universe?" Eden sneered, pulling Cas away from him as she adjusted to sit down on the floor, cradling him into her protectively. "Sorry to burst your daddy's boy bubble, but he's the biggest monster of them all and you've been blinded by your loyalty this whole time. Take it from someone who knows it best; just because they create you, doesn't mean you owe them a damn thing."
With that, Castiel rose to his feet, one hand soothing his neck and the other held out for Eden. They both took one more look at Michael in his shocked state before leaving the room, closing the door behind them.

After finding out that Eileen and Willow had gone on a Vamp hunt and hit a few problems, Sam had gone to go and help.
Eden, Dean and Castiel were in the kitchen talking when the building began to shake.
"Michael..." Cas uttered, getting up from his seat at the table.
They rushed into the study, seeing a rather perplexed Archangel exactly where they'd left him.
"You could've just called. I hear everything, you know." Eden huffed.
"God lied to me." Michael said. "I gave everything for him. I loved him. Why? I'm not even the only Michael..."
"Being the only one isn't as gratifying as you might think." The Dark Angel commented.
Michael stood up to address them properly.
"Was he wrong about you?" He asked her. "I saw you. In Castiel's memories. I remember you were there when Lucifer and I were locked in the Cage. You've been assisting the Winchesters this entire time."
"You know exactly what God did to me. Between he and the Reapers, I was made into the monster he ordered you and your brothers to kill. I've spent these past centuries undoing all of those mistakes. I am not like him. I am not like Amara. Archangel of Darkness was only ever a title. I make my own path and I have chosen for it to lead right alongside the Winchesters." Eden stepped forward, looking him dead in the eye. "Now that you know the truth... You can choose your own path just like I did. So, what have you chosen?"
Michael sighed, his eyes darting aimlessly around the room.
"I have decided that I owe you an apology, Eden. What my father did to you, I would not wish on my worst enemy and I am truly sorry for my part in that. So, yes... I will help you." He said. "What was done to the Darkness can be done to God. If he is as weak as you say, then I know how." The three before him gave a questioning look, so he pulled out a slip of paper from his jacket sleeve and slid it across the table between them. "That's the spell."
Eden picked it up, as she was closest, and opened it. She turned it so Dean and Castiel to see over her shoulders.
"And the ingredients?" Cas asked.
"Myrrh, cassia, rock rose." Michael replied.
"We've got that." Dean spoke up.
"And to bind the spell together, the nectar from a Leviathan blossom." The Archangel concluded.
"A Leviathan blossom?" The Winchester repeated. "What is that, like a flower?"
"A flower that only grows in one place." Michael had the tiniest glimmer of a smirk on his face. "Purgatory." He snapped his fingers and an all-too-familiar golden strip of light appeared behind him. "That's the door. It'll remain open for twelve hours."
As Dean set a timer on his watch, Eden sighed.
"You've got to be bloody kidding me..."
"Now." Michael continued, holding up his cuffed wrists. "If you'll please..."
Dean and Castiel glanced to one another before nodding to Eden. She sighed again and reached into her cleavage, pulling out the handcuff keys.
"I appreciate and accept your apology." She told the Archangel as she uncuffed him, placing the restraints down on the table next to her. "I know you were just following orders."
"Thank you." Michael replied, running his thumb across his wrist to soothe the uncomfortable damage.
"You coming with us?" Dean asked.
"No." Michael replied simply, walking towards the door.
"Before you go," The Winchester stopped him. "Can I talk to him?"
Instead of Michael, it was Adam who turned around to address his older brother.
"Yeah?"
"Adam, I want you to know..." Dean started, walking towards him. "We are sorry... What happened to you... You're a good man. You didn't deserve that."
Adam gave a sad smile, looking down to the floor for a moment.
"Since when do we get what we deserve?" He asked, pausing to look between Dean, Castiel and Eden. "Good luck."
With that, he made his exit.
The three turned around, equally uneasy gazes fell on the portal to Purgatory.
"Are we ready, then? This thing isn't going to stay open for long." Eden sighed.
"'We?'" Dean frowned. "You're not going anywhere. It's too dangerous."
Eden turned back to face him.
"If you'll remember, my mother ended up in Purgatory. If there's any chance I could see her again, I'm going with you whether you like it or not." She said. "Besides, three pairs of eyes are better than two and two celestials by your side is better than one. This isn't a discussion. So get your arses in gear and let's go."
"Wait." Dean sighed. "We're gunna need to gear up first. Borax shotgun shells, silver blades... The full works."
Eden rolled her eyes.
"Fine. Just hurry up about it. We don't have the time to waste."