The Road So Far: (random scenes)

Lucifer is back. A nephilim coming into being. Kelly Kline saying: I can feel it inside me. Quick flashbacks of Sam, Dean, Castiel, Mary, Kelly Kline, Claire, and others from Season 12.

Song: Metallica, Nothing Else Matters.

NOW:

In the room in the house where Kelly Kline gave birth last season, Sam slowly approaches the nephilim. The teenager stares back at Sam with glowing eyes.

"Father?" the nephilim asks in a surprisingly tentative voice. He stands up to suspenseful music.

The scene cuts to outside of the house. Dean kneels over the body of Castiel. He stares a long time at the body. He takes Castiel's angel blade from the ground. He looks at the blade, and it merges into his arm, and then he gets up with a determined look.

Back in the house, Sam says, "I'm not your father … Jack... I'm a friend ... of Castiel and I know your mother."

"Father!" the nephilim calls out.

"Sam!" Dean says loudly as he slams the door. "Sammy!"

"I'm in here," Sam says quickly.

Dean bursts into the room, bringing up a gun. Sam says, "No!" but it's too late. Dean fires.

The nephilim opens his mouth and screams. A shockwave sphere ripples outward and lifts Sam and Dean into the air and holds them. The windows in the second story of the house shatter. The shockwave batters the two hunters, then flings them against the walls of the room, knocking them unconscious.

The bright gold light fades from the nephilim's eyes.

SUPERNATURAL

Sam and Dean face Lucifer in front of the rift to the other world, which is in the sky above the bedroom where Kelly gave birth to Jack.

Mary strides up on the rooftop. "Get away from them!"

"Mary, right? Look, seriously, I just wanted to say thank you, for everything," Lucifer says in a dry, humorous voice. "I owe you," he points at Mary.

Behind her back, Mary activates British Men of Letters magic brass knuckles.

"I love you," she says to her boys, then steps forward. Before she can reach Lucifer, she turns around, confused, as flames lick at her feet. She turns into fire, as Dean shouts, "Mom!" Suddenly, Mary is burning on the ceiling in her white nightdress.

Dean wakes up from the dream.

It's morning. Sam and Dean are sprawled against the walls. Sunlight comes into the room. Dean checks his gun. "Sammy!"

Sam wakes up with a grunt and shuffles himself into a sitting position.

"What was that….?" Dean says.

Sam sits, shivering, against the wall. "I don't know. It may be a special power he has as Lucifer's son. Did Cas tell you what the other nephilim was like, the one he and Metatron killed?"

"No." Dean gets up.

"Agh," Sam says, pressing his head, then he gets up too. They head outside into the sunlight.

Sam trails behind Dean.

Dean wipes blood off his mouth. "Let's hope he doesn't have wings."

Pirate Pete's Jolly Treat:

The scene flashes to the bare feet of the nephilim, walking over dry ground carpeted by dead, brown pine needles. He's a brown-haired kid.

He sees a pirate-themed restaurant: Pirate Pete's Jolly Treats.

Inside the clean, fast-food style diner, a cheerful and sanitary white with blue trim, a chubby red-haired young man is deep-frying food with a wire basket. "First batch is down…."

The other worker is wearing the store shirt, and changing the names of food on the menu into names like Cheese Bum, Quarter Pound Buttocks, and Salty Buttsex Combo.

"Check it," the dark-haired guy says.

"Check what?" the responsible guy says, as he walks around the counter.

"This! Can I interest you in cheese bum, or maybe…a salty buttsex combo." He wraps an arm around the other guy. "Perhaps a, buttshake."

The responsible guy walks away, giving the goof-off a look. "We're opening in ten. Dave says he's gonna fire you."

"Oh come on, he says he's gonna fire me, like seven times. And I keep coming back, you know why?" he smiles with sharp teeth.

"Uh, because Dave's banging your mom?"

"Exactly, so let's face it, around here, I'm untouchable."

"Cool, good for you," the guy says, but he doesn't mean it.

"Father?" the nephilim's voice comes from outside.

"Yo, we're not open yet," the irresponsible guy says.

"Father!" the nephilim calls loudly.

"Woah," David says. The two coworkers stare at the naked guy outside.

"I think you should call your mom," the responsible coworker says.

The scene changes to a police station. A woman carrying a mug that says: North Cove Sheriff answers the phone. "Hi baby…. How naked?" she asks in a disapproving voice.

The scene changes to the impala speeding cinematically on a road, above a body of water.

"You still have holy oil, right?" Dean asks.

"What?" Sam asks.

"We're gonna have to hit him with everything we got," Dean says.

"Hold on a second. Can we just talk about what happened back there?"

"Sure, which part?" Dean asks. "Crowley's dead, Kelly's dead, Cas is…. Mom's gone. And apparently the devil's kid hit puberty in about thirty seconds flat. Oh and, almost killed us."

"Because you tried to shoot him," Sam says.

"I tried to shoot the monster, Sam" Dean says. "It's what we do."

"No, we save people. And I don't know what he is yet, but if there's a chance he's good, we need to take it. And I had it under control," Sam say emphatically.

"So are you defending the son of Satan?" Dean says aggressively.

"I'm not defending anything! I'm just saying, with everything that's happened, I'm obviously spun out, but we need a plan."

"Yeah! I have a plan. Kill him!" Dean says. "Right now, all that matters is finding him and ending him before he hurts anybody else. And once we do that, we'll figure everything else out."

"What about Cas?" Sam asks. "Is he really dead?"

"Yeah." Dean says.

Back at Pirate Pete's, the sheriff's truck rolls up. The dark-haired female sheriff comes. The naked nephilim is staring at the brightly painted, wood statue of Pirate Pete.

"Uh, hi," the woman says. She has her hand on her gun, but it's still in the holster. She exchanges a look with her son inside the fast food store.

"Easy, easy now," the sheriff says, putting up her hands. In the background, a boat is lifted up, maybe for repairs. "I'm just .. My name's Christine Barker, I'm a sheriff. I'm here to help okay?" She smiles and drops her hands. "Okay?"

The nephilim looks at her curiously.

The house:

The scene changes to a table, where Castiel is lying. A man in a suit draws back the sheet covering his face. A woman walks down stairs to join him.

"Is that….?" the woman asks.

"Castiel," the man answers. "Always knew he'd meet a bad end."

"He deserved better," the woman says.

"No, he didn't," the man says.

"The body of the mother is upstairs but she-

"I don't care about the broodmare," the man interrupts rudely. "Where's the child?"

"Gone," the woman says.

"Of course he is," the man says. The man roughly snaps the sheet over Castiel's head and leaves. The woman watches him.

The Sheriff's Office:

The scene jumps again. A male sheriff backs up to stand level with Christine Barker, watching the nephilim in clothes.

"So weird," the guy says.

The nephilim is staring at his arm as if he's never seen clothes before.

"Why don't you head out on patrol, Earl," Christine says sharply. "And by the way," she puts her hand on his back. "There's no such thing as weird. Everyone's normal in their own way."

"Right," Earl says quickly, looking back at the nephilim. "Sorry sheriff."

The nephilim is looking more closely at his arm.

The Sheriff's son is staring at Jack. Jack wiggles his feet in his shoes. "Totally normal," the kid says sarcastically.

Christine huffs, annoyed.

"Hope those are alright!" she says in a forcedly cheery voice. "Just pulled some stuff from the lost and found." The nephilim is wearing a grey sweatshirt, shorts, and flip flops.

She hands Jack a water bottle. "Here, take a seat."

"Sit," she says again, when Jack doesn't do anything.

"Okay, Jack, where're parents? Your mother, or father, whoever's taking care of you?"

Jack flashes back to Kelly Kline's face. "My mother, she's in Heaven. My father, he was supposed to be here, but he's not. I'm trying to find him. I have to find him," his face scrunches up in a naturally angry look that might not mean anything.

"Sure, we can do that," the sheriff answers. "What's his phone number?"

Jack just sits there.

"What about an address, or an email." When he says nothing, the sheriff says in an annoyed tone, "Is there anything you do remember, Jack?" as she puts on a glove.

"I remember when the bad woman burned," Jack says. "I remember the universe screamed. I remember picking my father."

The annoying kid from the diner clears his throat and circles his finger by his ear in a 'the guy's crazy' sign.

The sheriff gives him an annoyed look and says, "Okay! I'm gonna take your prints and we're gonna run it through the system. We get a match and we get you home, yeah?"

She takes his hand, "Just relax, the ink blotches if it's on too thick and we can't get a good print if it's too light." She presses his thumb into an inkpad, and rolls his thumb over the fingerprint card, and the same with the rest of his fingers, and his other hands. "Okay," she says, staring at the card. The fingerprints of the nephilim are blurred. She blinks. "Hmm," she says.

"You stay, here. I'll be right back," she says and leaves the room.

The nephilim looks closely at his inky fingers.

"Dude, how high are you?" the kid from the diner asks.

Jack furrows his brow and sits down. "I don't know what that means," he says.

"Well, it means wasted, lit. Chonged, blitzed, blasted, baked. Look, I'm not judging you. I'm just sayin, I'm kinda jealous. What are you on?"

"I'm sitting on a chair," the nephilim says.

The kid takes a breath, and you don't know if he might be angry or not, and then he says, "You are so stoned, man!" and scratches his neck.

"No, I'm not stoned. I'm…"

"What?" the kid asks.

The nephilim's stomach growls. "...Hungry," the nephilim says. "I'm hungry."

Pirate Pete's Again:

The scene changes to the Impala, rolling up to Pirate Pete's diner.

"Well," Dean turns off the engine. "Do you really think Lucifer's son's at Pirate Pete's Jolly Treats? That he was like, what, before I destroy the world, let me grab a bag of curly fries."

"Look," Sam says sharply, "If he would have kept to the main road, he would have walked past it, and .. I dunno…"

"Fiiiinnnne, just make it quick," Dean says.

"You're not coming?" Sam asks.

"No! Look, maybe you're right, maybe the devil's kid is in there just hanging out, okay? Or maybe he's halfway across the country torching Chicago. I'm gonna call Jody, check in, see if she can't help us put a nationwide APB on a creepy Satanic nudist."

"Right," Sam says softly and gets out of the car.

"Right is not the word I would use," Dean states.

In the diner: "Riiiiight," the dark-haired customer at the counter says.

"Roberta, seriously, we don't have fries," the hard-working guy at the counter says. "It's breakfast-only until 11. But like I've said three times already, hashbrowns are basically the same."

The heavily made-up woman in a jean jacket over a tiger-skin dress, leans over the counter, "Oooh, fiiiiine!" she moans. "Hash browns."

The guy quickly fills a container with hash browns and the woman slides a credit card on the counter. The door to the diner opens.

"Welcome to Pirate Pete's Jolly Treats! Arrrr!" the guy says to Sam. He sets the hash browns in front of the woman. "How can I help you?" He slots the credit card into a reader.

"He wants fries," the woman cuts in. "We all want fries."

"Shut up!" the guy suppresses his snarl.

The scene jumps to Dean, finishing his call with Jody on a flip phone. He gets out of the car.

The scene jumps back to the diner. "Ignore her," the counter guy says. "She's drunk off her ass."

"Lil bit," the woman says, holding up her fingers to measure the distance.

Sam eyes her, then talks to the counter guy. "Uh, okay, I'm looking for a young guy, he's about your height," Sam holds up his hand, "brown hair, and um…possibly naked…"

"Hah," the woman says. "You and me both."

"What'd I say? I'm going to call Lee," the counter guy threatens.

"Sorry," the woman says, playfully pretending to be set back.

"And yeah, I saw him," the counter guy says. "The sheriff took him down to the station."

The scene changes: The phone rings at the sheriff's office. The sheriff takes her time, "North Cove Sheriff's Department, Barker speaking"

Sam says: "This is Agent Berry from the FBI ... did you happen to pick up a naked kid earlier today?"

"Yeah, he's here at the station," the sheriff says. "Says he's looking for his father."

"Great. His name's Jack. He's a victim in a trafficking case and was drugged. Hold him until I get there." Sam says.

Outside the sheriff's office, a light explodes. "Holy shit!" The sheriff glances out her office window, but her son and Jack are missing. She gets up and looks through the window, but doesn't see them.

"What is it?" Sam asks.

"A light blew out. I'll hold him," the Sheriff says.

"Thanks," Sam says.

The scene changes again:

Outside Pirate Pete's, Dean fiddles with the Impala's keys. His knuckles are bloody. He walks past the drunk woman, who's sitting outside eating her sticks of McDonald's style hash brown from a bag.

"Woah, what happened to your hand?" the woman asks.

Dean walks past her and says, "Nothing."

"Doesn't look like nothing," the woman says, following him. "I heard you praying. You found God yet?"

Dean turns to face the woman before she reaches baby. He turns on a bit of charm. "Already found him. He's a dick." He makes to turn away, but the woman keeps on talking.

Sam comes out of the diner, fiddling with his phone.

"Ya know, freshman year, I had this roommate. Andrea," the woman snorts. "Had this giant poster of Elsa, you know, from Frozen. I mean, first, who bring something like that to college!"

"You done?" Dean says. Sam comes up to them, looks a Dean's knuckles and the woman. Sam opens up the trunk and pulls out a bottle of whiskey.

"Anyway, Haley was, and i say this in the most feminist through the patriarchy way, a giant superbitch. Takes things, break things, and piss people off, do whatever she wanted no matter who it hurts."

Sam hands the bottle to Dean, who takes a swig. Sam glares at him. Dean pours a little whiskey over his bloody knuckles.

"Mmm, so you punched her poster?" Dean says.

The woman nods sharply, "...and lit most of her stuff on fire." The woman shrugs off Dean's look. "I got issues!" Sam glances between the two.

"You got anything?" Dean asks shortly.

"Yeah," Sam says. "North Cove Sheriff's office." He has the map open on his phone and gives the woman a professional smile.

"Good," Dean says, opening the car door. "Let's go." They ignore the woman's suspicious look.

The Sheriff's Office:

The sheriff walks back in her room, holding a case of light bulbs. A ladder is leaning against the wall in the front officer. The lights flicker and go out, leaving the office in the dark.

"Shit," she says. She takes a flashlight out of her pocket and turns it on.

The lights flicker and turn back on.

She huffs and puts the flashlight away.

"Clark! You messing with the power?"

She stares down the hallway, then slowly walks forward into the flickering light. She hears a noise, and distant menacing laughter. She unsnaps her holster and puts her hand on the hilt of her gun. She creeps to a door where light shows through the glazed window.

She opens the door. Jack and her son are sitting on the floor eating junk food and candy. Piles of wrappers litter the floor.

"Hey mom," her son says.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, um, Jack was just hungry," he laughs. "I don't think he's ever had candy before."

"I like it, I like nougat," Jack says evilly.

"He really does," her son says with a laugh.

"Don't eat too much of that junk food. Did you see, there's something wrong with the power," Sheriff Barker says.

"Uh huh, it's uh," the son says with a smirk. "It's crazy. Show her the uhn thing."

Jack grins, gets up, puts his hand on the vending machine in the snack room, and with a whir, a couple rows of candy bars fall down. The lights flicker.

"Yeah, dude's uh. Maaaaagiic," Clark rolls on his back with laughter.

Jack takes out the candy bars.

"Jack, uh, how did you do that?" the sheriff asks.

"I don't know," Jack says simply. "I just did."

A high pitched whine makes Jack drop the candy bars. His eyes glow. He staggers into the vending machine.

"Jack, are you okay?"

"I don't … I have to…" He staggers pash the sheriff and her son.

"Just wait," she puts her hand on his shoulder.

Jack lightly backhands her. She flies with a pulse of his power and smashes into the vending machine.

"Mom!" the son rushes to her.

Jack winces as another high-pitched whine pierces his head. Lights explode as he staggers through the police station. He cowers on the floor. "Father!"

Outside, Dean parks the car. "That was fast," he says as he gets out of the car. Sam puts his phone away. They notice the lights and walk inside with guns drawn. They converge on the nephilim.

"Hey … Jack," Sam says, putting an arm around the kid.

Dean and Sam exchange a look and Dean heads down the hallway, unknowingly tracing the sheriff's steps.

He enters the break room. He and the Sheriff face each other with guns drawn.

Dean says, "Agent Berry, FBI," and slowly puts his weapon away.

"What?" the sheriff says.

"Agent Berry. What happened here?" Dean says.

Clark looks between Dean and his mom.

"You're Agent Berry?" the sheriff asks disbelievingly.

Dean looks taken aback. He slowly moves his hand to his pocket. "My ID."

"Yeah," the sheriff says, holstering her weapon after she looks at it and hands it back to Dean. "Right, so…that trafficking vic… he-"

The scene changes to the smartass woman from Pirate Pete's and the two angels, standing at the back door of the jail.

The smartass giggles drunkenly. "Go on, open it."

The woman angel rips the door off the hinges.

"I found God and it's good," she laughs to herself, and swaggers into the jail.

A short way down the hall, inside the break room, Dean, Clark, and the sheriff hear the noise. Dean and the sheriff draw their guns. The sheriff jerks her head at Clark, and he retreats to a corner of the break room.

The figures enter the room.

"Betty," Clark says in relief, stepping forward. "Get out of here. I'll call Branson, and Branson will call Pastor Lee," he smirks.

The smartass steps up and grabs Clark, putting an angel blade at his throat.

"Woah! What? What are you on?" he gasps.

"I found God," the smartass says. "Now, where's the naked guy? He got a visitation from heavenly high rollers and they don't take no for an answer."

Clark eyes his mom. "I don't know what you're talking about."

The two angels silently leave the doorway and disappear into the dark hallway.

Dean draws Cas' angel blade and holsters his gun.

"You'd better answer, or I'm gonna cash in your chips," the woman says.

Clark kicks backward at the woman's legs. In her tippy high heels, she stumbles and Clark tries to shove her away. The smartass falls, sprawling on the ground, then her eyes glow blue. She flips onto her feet and grabs Clark again.

The sheriff says. "Drop the weapon, Betty."

In the front room, Sam holds Jack almost in his lap. Jack's eyes glow with a gold ring. He clutches his head, then stumbles upright.

Sam scrambles up, "Jack…"

The two angels appear.

Sam steps in front of Jack.

The scene jumps to the break room.

Betty smirks, "It's not just Betty in here. Not anymore. I don't know what he's told you. Some line about how he and his brother save the world, or they're FBI agents," she sneers, and the sheriff's eyes flick to Dean, "but he's lying. He's not a hero. He's a monster. He take things and break things and piss people off and just does whatever he want, no matter who it hurts. Also, you're a giant super bitch," Betty says.

"Well, it takes one to know one," Dean says charmingly. "Which angel are you carrying?"

"Wouldn't you like to know," she says. "So yeah, you're Haley. And Haley needs to die."

In the front, the male angel's eyes shine, "He's here, we have the boy."

The cocky, street-smart woman in the break room hears him over angel radio. She drives her blade into Clark's stomach and shoves him. He falls on the floor.

"No!" the sheriff cries.

"Too late," the smart-ass angel smirks at Dean and the sheriff.

Dean charges the smartass and pushes her into the hallway.

In front, Sam punches the woman angel but she just turns her head.

In the break room, the sheriff drags her son away as Dean tries to stab the smartass.

In the front, the woman angel backhands Sam. He rolls over a desk.

In the hallway, Dean and the smartass continue to fight, facing off with their angel blades.

In the jail, the male angel jumps over the desk and kicks Sam in the side. The female angel handles Jack and he follows her passively.

In the break room, the sheriff calls for help. "This is Barker. I need an ambulance and backup at the station. Three shooters."

"Copy that," the man's voice says.

In the hallway, Dean crosses blades with the smartass. A flicker of blue lights up her eyes and travels from her hand into Dean's eyes. Dean drops the knife and pulls her into a kiss.

"Get off, creep!" The smartass says, spinning around and staggering back into the break room.

The sheriff patches her son up with a first aid kit. "Put pressure!" One eye follows the weird fight between Dean and the smartass.

"Ahh!" her son moans.

The smartass shoves a table in front of Dean, then hits him with a coat rack. It breaks and she throws the piece away comedically.

In the front, the male angel kicks Sam until blood comes out of his mouth. The female angel takes Jack, who is moaning and clutching his head, and the male angel follows. They escort him out the front door.

"Hey," Sam says.

The angels turn around.

There's an enochian symbol drawn with blood on the floor. Sam presses his hand on the enochian symbol. It lights up and the two angels in the room are blown away.

Jack collapses. The high-pitched ringing stops and light stops crawling on Jack's neck.

"Jack!" Sam says, rushing to him.

In the break room, breaks an emergency box and grabs a fire extinguisher. Her angel blade is back in her sleeve. "Don't make me use this!"

The blue fades from Dean's eyes. He asks roughly, "What are you doing?"

"We want the Golden Ticket," the smartass says. "Lucifer 2. The electric boogaloo."

"Why?"

"Because Bieber in there, can do almost anything."

"Anything?" Dean asks.

"Almost anything," the woman smirks. "Even make a cupid's love victims ... into a brand new kind of angel. Lucky me." She swings the fire extinguisher at Dean, smashes him, and he grunts and pretends to go down, but his eyes open as she walks away.

The smartass woman angel enters the front room. Sam tries to push Jack behind him, but Jack balks and stays still.

"Don't," Sam warns her.

"Or what?" she says scornfully.

"Stay away from Jack," Sam says.

"You're right," the smartass says, "I'll just-" she sidesteps Sam and grabs Jack. Looming behind her is Dean. Dean stabs her, and her angel blade slips into Jack as she falls, and before Sam reacts.

The smartass woman angel dies.

Jack looks sick and pulls the angel blade out of his chest. He gives the blade to Sam. "I'm okay, my father's friend. He is bad," Jack says as he looks at Dean.

Sam curls an arm around Jack. "No, Dean. Listen, Jack, Dean shoots first and thinks later, but he's my brother and I love him. He's not going to hurt you," Sam glares at Dean.

Dean gives Sam a hurt and annoyed look.

"What happened back there?" Sam asks.

"Angel lady stabbed a guy," Dean says. "Sheriff called for backup."

"Clark," the nephilim says.

"Do you know him?" Sam prompts.

"Yes, we ate candy," the nephilim says.

"Let's go back there," Sam says.

The scene jumps a little to Sam, Dean, Jack, and the sheriff surrounding Clark.

Sam and Jack crouch by Clark. "Can you heal him?" Sam asks.

The nephilim doesn't speak, but reaches a hand out to the wound on Clark's stomach. A ring of gold light glows in his eyes and travels down his arm onto the wound. Clark is healed.

Clark gasps as he feels his stomach and draws back his shirt to see that his uninjured stomach. "Oh man, I must be so baked. Mom, I swear I'm never doing LSD before work again, mom, I swear."

Jack smiles a kind smile for the first time, and Sam face lightens.

The sheriff's eyes Clark and then Jack, and Sam and Dean.

"We need to talk," Dean says.

"Yeah," the sheriff says.

"Vampires, werewolves, angels, demons, gods, they're all real. They don't act like fairy tale monsters, but they walk the earth and kill people. We're hunters. And we kill them."

"Monsters and hunters," the sheriff says.

"Mmm," Dean says.

"Like…" the sheriff says.

"...a horror movie," Dean says.

"Mmm hmm."

"Like that," Dean says.

"So what are you, some kind of super heroes?" the sheriff asks.

Dean looks smug, then false humbles, "We're just guys doing a job."

The sheriff nods.

"And Jack, he's not a human trafficking victim..."

"No," Dean says.

The sheriff hauls Clark up and onto a chair. "Thank you for saving my son."

Jack just stares at her, but he smiles a non-evil grin.

"What is he?" she asks.

"Jack's a nephilim," Sam says. "Child of an angel and a human."

Clark stares up at the people talking.

"I'm sorry I hit you. I … I was scared. And when I get scared, things happen. I can't stop them," Jack says.

The sheriff looks at him warily. She reaches out to pat his shoulder, but stops herself. She nods. "I understand."

"Jack, why were you scared?" Sam asks.

"Because of the voices. They were so loud … so…. angry."

"Do you hear them right now?" Sam asks.

"No," the nephilim says.

"Good," Sam says in relief.

The nephilim abruptly sits on a chair next to Clark and smiles at him.

Sam sits next to them. "Jack, you're not even a day old. How do you know English?"

Jack smiles. "Mother taught me."

"How did she teach you?" Sam asks. Dean and the sheriff look at Sam and Jack and then at each other.

"I was her," Jack says. "And I was father."

"Okay," Sam takes a deep breath. "And your powers, did your parents teach you those too?"

Jack looks away. "No, I don't know why these things happen." He looks at Clark and tries to touch the guy's stomach.

"Woah, woah!" Clark fends him off. "Once was enough…. Thanks, man."

"Jack," Sam says. "Right before you were born, you opened a door to another world. Do you remember that?"

The sheriff eyes Sam and Jack.

"Yes," Jack says.

"Our mother, she's trapped there. Could you open the door again?" Sam asks.

"I don't .. um, … I have to find my father. He'll protect me and teach me," Jack says.

"Jack. You gotta listen to me, that's not really what Lucifer does," Sam emotes.

"Lucifer," Jack says contemptuously. "No, my father is Castiel," Jack says proudly. "I picked him."

"What?" Sam say sharply.

"My mother, she said Castiel, he would keep me safe. She said the world's a dangerous place. That's why I couldn't be a baby or a child. I .. that's why I had to grow up fast. That's why I chose him to be my father," he says, very literally and awkwardly.

Sam looks at the nephilim.

"Where is he?" The nephilim demands.

Sam looks at Dean. Dean says, "He's dead."

The scene changes. Jack and Sam sit on a bench in the sunlight outside of the sheriff's station. Officers bustle in the station, talking to Sheriff Barker.

Sam walks to Dean, who is sitting on the Impala's hood.

"So apparently, he can take an angel blade to the heart and keep on tickin'," Dean says.

"Yeah," Sam says.

Dean shakes his head. "He turned that woman into an angel."

"What?!" Sam says.

"Yeah, a new kind of angel. Her eyes glowed blue when she whammied me." Dean looks at Sam. "It didn't last."

"Listen, I think we should take him with us. I know what you're gonna say-"

"Yeah," Dean says.

"What?" Sam says.

"I agree," Dean says again.

"So… you changed your mind?" Sam says.

"No, no nothing's changed. He's still the Devil's kid. He still brainwashed Kelly and Cas and even if he hasn't gone big bad yet, he will."

"You don't know that," Sam says. "He cured Clark."

"Yeah, I know he's going to turn out bad," Dean says. "'Cause when have things ever gone right for us? So until I figure out a way to End him, we'll bring him home. At least there, the only people he can hurt are you and me." Dean walks away.

Jack glances at them, as if, maybe, he could hear them speaking.

The house:

The scene changes.

The impala rolls to a stop in front of the house where Jack was born. Dean and Sam get out, and Dean goes to the trunk. The nephilim gets out of the back seat more slowly.

"Hey," Sam says, following Dean to the trunk. "Hey, you uh, you sure about this? I mean, it's, it's Cas you know? Maybe we can bring him back, like you said."

"No we can't," Dean says.

"Chuck did, God did. Remember that?" Sam says. "So I dunno, maybe if we prayed to him or or-"

"You don't think I've tried that?" Dean asks as the nephilim watches them.

The scene flashes back to Dean - outside of Pirate Pete's diner. He gets out of the car, but instead of going inside, stands uncertainly near a corner of the building, and starts to pray.

"Okay, Chuck, or God or whatever, I .. I need your help. See you … you left us. You went off. You said, you said the Earth would be fine, because it had me and it had Sam, but it's not. And we're not. We've lost everything. And now you're gonna bring him back. You're gonna bring back Cas. You're gonna bring back mom, you're gonna bring them all back. All of them. Even Crowley. Cause after everything you've done, you owe us, you son of a bitch. So you get your ass down here and you make this right. Right here and right now," he demands, angrily.

Dean opens his eyes.

Nothing changes.

He turns uncomfortably in a circle, not knowing what to do.

He punches the Pirate Pete sign off the door. "Please," Dean looks up at the sky. "Please help us."

Nothing.

He exhales shakily and walks back to the car, fiddling with his keys.

The flashback ends.

"God's not listening," Dean says. "He doesn't give a damn," and slams the trunk, hatchet in hand, walking away from the house where Jack was born.

Inside the house, Sam and Jack enter a bedroom. Jack looks at Sam, approaches the bed, and tentatively touches Kelly Kline's toes through the sheet. "Mom," he says, crying.

The scene changes. Dean enters the house, approaching a different body. He flips open the sheet. Castiel is lying on the table. Dean takes down a curtain, rips the cloth and wraps Castiel up.

The scene changes to evening. Jack and Sam watch as Dean sloshes accelerant onto cloth-wrapped bodies on a pyre.

"...What do we do?" Jack asks.

"Right," Sam whispers, then he says firmly. "You say thank you, and you say you're sorry. You tell them how much they meant to you, because that's how sad you are, that they're gone, and you'll never see them again, you'll never ask for their help and count on them to help you, and you'll never return the favor. You know that they're somewhere without sadness or pain or joy and you know that one day you'll join them. You say goodbye and you make your peace with it," Sam swallows his grief.

Dean sets the red plastic jug of gasoline down.

The three look at the pyre where Castiel and Kelly Kline are laid, by the water.

"Goodbye Cas. Goodbye Kelly. Goodbye Crowley," Dean says. "Goodbye Mom."

"Dean … we don't know that Mom's dead-" Sam says.

"Yeah, she is," Dean cuts him off. "Lucifer killed her, for kicks, the moment he realized we trapped him. He killed her, you know he did. You know that's the best we can hope for."

Sam glances at his brother in grief, and shakes his head.

"She's gone. They're all gone," Dean looks haunted and old, and his eyes are stark. He flicks a packet of matches, and throws it at the bottom of the pyre.

The pyre lights and quickly catches into a fire with a billowing cloud of smoke. They watch as the smoke rises over the water, and the sun sets.

In the alternate universe past the rift:

Meanwhile, Mary runs downs a hill in the colorless land.

"Hey," Lucifer says, suddenly standing in front of her, and strikes her across the face.

She falls to the sand.

"So, you thought you could run away … from me," Lucifer mocks. He grabs her by the shirt and picks her up. "You know I can fly," he gloats.

"So what now?" Mary says in her understated way. "You kill me," she says, almost hopefully.

Lucifer takes a long look at her. "Sure," he throws her and she stumbles to a stop on the sand, almost pierced on a weapon poking out of the dead earth.

Lucifer comes up behind her and whispers in her ear. "Or maybe not, maybe … maybe I need you, to break the spell holding me here," he says creepily.

Mary's shoulders heave in subdued resignation.

The End.

What do you think of the changes?