An alternate of himself that's more like Lucifer is well outside the realm of what Michael can conceive. No wonder Chuck scrapped that draft.

He's tempted to ask what use or interest another version of himself who'd already gone through with the Apocalypse song and dance would have for another universe's Lucifer, but then Lucifer starts criticizing his choices. Michael bristles beneath the human illusion.

"It got me further than you. What did you earn by rebelling? The company of demons and the very creatures you declared so vile you couldn't tolerate their mere existence. I still have my grace."

He might've had a place in Heaven to return to, too, if there had been anyone left to lead, but the extinction of their species is on Castiel's head. Blame where blame is due.

"It was never about what I wanted. That's what you've never understood, isn't it? Acting in the best interests of someone other than yourself."