"Bullshit," his father said immediately.

Shawn rolled his eyes. "Oh, yeah, because everything that's happened up 'til now has made complete sense," he said with a huff.

Henry conceded to that point, but got back to the point at hand.

"So, you lost the game," he guessed.

Shawn's smile just grew.

Gus looked at him with wide eyes.

"Wait, what? You're kidding. Shawn, you're kidding, right? You couldn't have possibly known you were in Heaven!"

Shawn looked offended. "And why not? I'm psychic!"

Lassiter furrowed his brow. "No, you're not, Spencer. We just figured that out."

"Oh yeah, forgot about that," he said flippantly, "But I am special."

Henry jumped in. "You have a photographic memory, Shawn, you aren't all-knowing. How in the hell could you have possibly known you were in Heaven?"

Shawn looked a bit sheepish. "Well, when we got there, Heaven wasn't all fluffy clouds and naked babies with wings," he said, "It's targeted specifically towards you. Everyone has his or her own personal Heaven. So, when we got there, I was at this little yellow house. Nothing special, just a little yellow house with a walkway in front of it with pineapple footlights on the sides." He paused for a minute smiling. "I walked into the house and into the arms of my beautiful wife as our four kids, two boys and two girls, ran up to us and into our arms." He glanced at Juliet with a little smile. "So, I just kind of assumed it had to be Heaven. Couldn't really have been anything else."

Gus snickered. "Wow, Shawn, never took you for mushy gushy."

Shawn's brow furrowed. "I'm not mushy gushy. You're mushy gushy," he said petulantly. He looked back at Juliet and she smiled, discreetly pointing a finger at herself and mouthing the question, 'Me?' Shawn's grin grew and he gave her a wink.

Lassiter sighed. "Ok, now that we're done making goo-goo eyes at each other and being all lovely dovey, you wanna continue the story, Spencer?" He crossed his arms waiting for an answer.

"Don't get your panties in a twist, Lassie," Shawn said lightheartedly. "Well, once I said that, the dude got all, "How could you have possibly known that?" Shawn mocked in a bad British accent. Everyone looked a bit confused, but shrugged it off as he continued. "And I was all, 'cause I'm that awesome, now where's my prize?'" Shawn raised his hands and cocked his eyebrow. "And now I'm an angel," he said dramatically.

"Wrong."

Everyone whipped around to see a blonde man in a black suit leaning against the opposite wall of the hospital room.

"Who the hell are you?" Lassiter demanded, hand on his Glock.

Shawn smiled widely. "Hey, buddy! How's it going?"

Everyone looked at Shawn, and then slowly turned to look at the man again, eyes wide.

"Look at their little minds putting the pieces together. Yes. It's me. The one who basically saved your little Shawn's life, here? No need to thank me."

Gus spoke up first. "Are you a-an angel?" he asked hesitantly, the question feeling strange on his tongue.

The man smiled and nodded once, disappearing in a flutter and reappearing right next to Shawn. Everyone snapped their heads around to follow him.

"And it's Balthazar," he said pointedly at Shawn, "not 'dude.'"

Shawn raised his hands in surrender. "Hey, you were the one playing Mysterio," he said in his defense. Then, he blinked. "Wait. What did you mean by wrong?"

Balthazar smirked. "You are not an angel, love. Gifted, I'll give you that, but you can't just become an angel. I simply…embedded you with some of my Grace," he finished quickly.

Henry shook his head. "Now, what the hell does that mean? And who gave you the right to drag my son across the world and back—"

Balthazar held up his hands. "Whoa, whoa, slow down, Dad. I didn't do anything without permission."

Everyone looked at Shawn, who fidgeted a bit.

"Ok, so I may have lied a bit about him taking me…" he mumbled.

"And?" Balthazar prompted.

Shawn sighed. "And about who came up with the rules of the game and the wages, but I swear everything else happened just the way I said," he reasoned.

Balthazar shook his head. "I offered to let him play a game and he said sure. Everything after that was in his control. He could have asked to come back at any point."

Shawn interrupted him. "Whoa, what about that whole soul thing?" he retorted angrily.

Juliet fixed a glare on Balthazar. "What whole soul thing?"

Balthazar's grin grew. "Oh, yeah. I may have made a little wager with his soul, but he won anyway. No harm, no foul. Well, except for the fact that he's got some of my Grace," he grumbled at the end.

"You keep saying that. Grace. What does that mean?" Henry asked.

Balthazar sighed. "An angel's Grace is basically their power source, like the battery in a car. Giving some to Shawn was like putting a Ferrari engine into a jalopy," he said smirking at Shawn.

Shawn huffed. "I'm not a jalopy. You're a jalopy," he mumbled.

Balthazar smiled at the group. "He's going to be fine. You're all fine. I see this as a win-win," he said, getting ready to leave.

"Wait!" Gus said, "That's it? You're just going?"

Balthazar looked to the side, seemingly to think. Then, he said, "Yep," gave them a bright smile, winked at Shawn, and disappeared.

Henry sighed and threw his arms up. Juliet blinked, as if the angel would just pop up again. Gus looked confused, and Lassiter looked even more pissed off, if it was possible. Shawn just sat back, taking a second to breathe and realizing how very tired he was. Henry saw his son's eyelids start to fall shut and he gave meaningful glares to everyone in the room, who understood and said their goodbyes. Lassiter grumbled a goodbye and whipped out his notebook, briskly walking out of the room. Gus said his goodbyes and gave Shawn a fist bump and a smile. He turned to leave, but turned back and gave Shawn a quick hug. Shawn just smiled and returned it, before Gus got up and actually left. Juliet held Shawn's hand for a moment, before leaning in and giving him a soft, but firm kiss. Leaning her forehead on his, she smiled and whispered something to him, causing him to light up like a firework, grin from ear to ear. She kissed him again quickly, and then nodded at Henry and left. Henry watched everyone go, arms crossed, standing next to Shawn's bed. Once they were gone, he looked at Shawn for a minute.

"You scared the hell out of me, son," he said, almost as a fact.

"I know," Shawn said softly.

"…I'm glad you're ok," Henry said after a little pause.

"I know," Shawn repeated.

Henry cracked a smile at that. "Go to sleep, Shawn. We'll see you tomorrow."

"I know," Shawn mumbled again, as he fell asleep.

Henry brushed his son's forehead one last time before leaving. At the door, he stopped and turned his head back a little. "I love you, son," he whispered before leaving a sleeping Shawn behind in the hospital room.

Once the door closed, Shawn 's mouth quirked into a smile.

"I know," he repeated with more conviction, before falling asleep.