"Well... I've gotta hand it to my baby rabbit," Gabe sighed as he blinked down at the warlock's corpse, nudging the dead guy's arm with his foot, "She really knows how to make someone dead."

Though he didn't say anything, Dean silently agreed with the archangel. Not only was a huge chunk of the warlock's chest missing, but the edges of the perfectly circular wound had been burned; as if a solid beam of light had vaporized everything inside the blast area. Dean was proud of his niece for being able to deliver the final blow, but the part that disturbed him was the fact that the monster's lifeless face looked too much like Clarence's...

After everyone had their reunion in Bobby's study, they immediately swapped stories. Dean and the others told the kids about their showdown – more like letdown – with Death, and the kids told their parents everything that happened with the warlock. Dean was pretty impressed by how well Jess and the boys handled the bastard on their own. He honestly didn't think that the kids would be able to take on the warlock by themselves, especially since Clarence seemed confused with the whole 'dad' thing. But Crowley's broken curse and the warlock's dead body were enough to make Dean eat crow.

With everyone back together and safe, the Winchesters weren't sure what to do next. That is, until Sam suggested that Caldwell's body needed to be salted and burned. Dean wholeheartedly agreed with his little brother. They need to make sure that the warlock was going to stay dead; No more of this 'popping up unexpectedly' crap. Rowena requested to stay behind and nap – something she desperately needed and rightfully deserved – but Jessica and Jude agreed to fly their parents and uncles back to the shelter they came from so that they could commence with the burning ritual. Dean wasn't sure where exactly on the globe the place was located, but the room itself reminded him of some kind of tiny warehouse. It was one room, with high ceilings, metal walls and rafters, not many windows, and a chilly atmosphere. From the paper-cluttered tables, shelves of old books, stacks of caldrons, weird spices hanging from the ceiling, and mounted animal heads, Dean assumed that this must have been where the warlock lived.

When they arrived, everyone stole at least one glance at the dead body on the floor. It was on its back, blandly facing the ceiling, arms and legs limp. Luckily, there were no bad smells yet. Just the faint whiff of singed cloth and burned wood. The kids immediately shifted to the vacant side of the room while Dean, Cas, Sam, and Gabe converged on the corpse. In the meantime, Bobby and Crowley started looking around at all of the books, papers, potions, and items in the house, probably looking for anything they could salvage and make use of.

"Should we burn it in here? Or take it outside?" Sam asked quietly, probably keeping his voice down so that Clarence couldn't hear it.

"Outside. Unless..." Dean trailed off, glancing around, "Should we burn the whole place down with it?"

"Yes."

Dean turned to look at Crowley, who was looking inside of an old leather-bound book. He snapped it shut and held it up, wearing an angered expression as he pointed toward a whole row of similar books on the shelf behind him.

"Journals. Detailing the time he spent with each of his victims," Crowley explained, looking like he was trying to suppress a fit of rage, "Hundreds of years worth of plotted murder and lustful filth. Documented misogyny... It all needs to burn."

Dean's stomach turned sour as he looked along the rows of tattered books behind Crowley. Holy shit, there had to be at least fifty of them or more. How many victims were in each book? How many names and descriptions? How many lines of handwritten text reciting the sexual torture and heartless murder of demonic women? And which one of them included Meg's story? Before Dean could even open his mouth to say anything, Bobby struck a lighter and tossed it onto the shelf. The flames slowly caught onto the spine of a book and spread to catch the rest. Within the first few seconds, the whole row was engulfed, destroying every word the warlock ever wrote. It was for the best. No one needed to delve any deeper into the madman's mind.

With the house beginning to burn around them, Bobby and Gabriel took the liberty of escorting the kids outside. The gathering smoke was making it difficult to breathe, but Dean, Sam, Cas, and Crowley stayed inside long enough to coat the warlock's corpse with salt and make sure it would catch fire too. Dean would have been lying if he said that seeing the bastard burn wasn't satisfying. After everything the warlock put the Winchesters through during the past few days – and even long before they even knew him – it was finally over. Dean stood inside the blazing house and stared at the destruction for as long as he could before Cas started to tug him toward the door. The man covered his mouth and finally tore his eyes away from Caldwell's blackened body before ducking out of the house behind his husband.

The first thing Dean saw when he opened his eyes outside was the color green. Lush, rolling emerald hills were all around the burning house, beautifully contrasted against the overcast sky and the deep blue ocean in the far distance. After only a few glances, Dean was sure that he was somewhere in Europe. Granted, he didn't have any experience with being out of the states, but he had watched enough TV to recognize the strikingly green fields. Plus, the distant cliff that greeted the ocean seemed familiarly foreign, too.

Apart from the signature grassland, Dean noticed that the rest of his family was situated off to the side. They were staring toward the bottom of the hill, where some kind of overgrown ruin was barely sticking out of the ground. Dean shared a small, curious glance with Cas before wandering over to see what it was. The closer he got to the group, the more Dean could recognize the outline of a building. It seemed like an old foundation of a house, but it was buried under mounds of weeds and grass. It had to have been sitting there collecting foliage for at least a few centuries. But, why was everyone staring at it? What made it so special?

It wasn't until Dean looked around again and noticed that Jude and Clare were separated from the group that he began to pick up hints. The boys were staring down at two large, gray things jutting out of the ground. Still curious, Dean stuffed his hands into his pockets and slowly made his way over to see what had their attention. Once he was close enough, Dean could see that the boys were looking at two stones, each with one word carved into it. The chisel job was bad, like it was written by a child. Though he could barely make it out, Dean saw that one stone said 'Father' and the other said, 'Mother.' The man searched between the two stones and slowly realized – these were the graves of the warlock's parents. That overgrown ruin behind them was a destroyed farmhouse. It was real. The entire story the warlock told Clarence about his life was true. And that meant the two graves in front of them belonged to Clarence's actual grandparents...

For a second, Dean, Jude, and Clarence all stood there and blinked down at the makeshift headstones in silence. Dean didn't know what to say, and it seemed like Jude didn't either. They just huddled around Clare, offering him support by just being present. A cool breeze rolled over the hill, ruffling the grass, their hair, and clothes, and seemed to stir Clarence from his daze.

"Jay," he muttered.

"Yeah?" Jude instantly replied, turning to look at the demon properly.

"Can you give me a minute alone with your dad?" Clare asked.

Dean gulped and shared a small look of surprise with his son. Whoa, Clare wanted to talk to Dean? Alone? Dean always thought that the demon preferred Jude's company and conversation to anyone else's, but maybe the kid needed a different kind of support right now. Jude nodded, leaned over to sneak a small peck to Clare's cheekbone, and squeezed his hand before walking back to the rest of the group. Dean gave his son a shrug of confusion as he passed by, to which Jude shrugged too. Clearly, Jude didn't know why Clare wanted to talk to him either. Still, Dean remained close to the blonde kid and even stepped a little closer. More time drifted by, in which Clare stared blankly at the two headstones before speaking.

"Dean," he muttered, his voice barely audible against the Celtic breeze, "You've killed a lot of people, right?"

Dean was sort of caught off guard. Wow, that was a heavy question. But he wanted to be honest.

"Yeah, kid. I have," the man answered.

When it came to hunting, people died all the time. And Dean couldn't deny that there had been a lot of folks at the wrong end of his weapon. Probably too many. Clare was quiet for another moment, barely moving as the wind tossed his blonde hair around.

"Does killing them make you feel better?" he asked, still staring at the stones, "When they're bad, I mean. When they deserve it... Does it make you feel better when they die?"

Dean gulped.

"... No," the man breathed truthfully, shaking his head as he recalled all the corpses he had to burn in the past, "Not a damn bit. I always feel worse, somehow."

Clare nodded a little and shifted around, rocking back on his feet. He tilted his head toward Dean but didn't look directly at him.

"He told me it would," the demon said, obviously referring to the warlock, "He said I would feel better if I killed Meg. Like all that shit she put me through would go away or something... but I... I don't think it would've changed anything..."

"It wouldn't," Dean agreed, "What's done is done. Killing the person responsible for ruining your life won't change what's already happened."

Though he seemed to agree with Dean's statement, Clare didn't appear very moved by it. He just nodded blandly and blinked at the headstones. Dean knew what the kid needed. Clare needed a revelation; a solid, genuine answer to all the questions that had been stirred up in his mind lately. And, for Dean, there was always one place to get that kind of understanding... and that was from his husband.

"Clare, I... I won't stand here and preach to you. I'm not very good at it, anyway," he began carefully, "but I've been married to an angel for a couple of decades now, and he's taught me a lot about – well, about everything."

Clarence finally turned to look fully at Dean, probably because he was eager to hear about being in a long term relationship with an angel.

"One of the things I've learned is that it's easy to get trapped in a revolving door of anger and blame," Dean continued, hoping his words made sense, "You chase after who you think is responsible for your troubles, and when that doesn't pan out, you look for someone or something else to blame. You feel like someone has to pay. Someone owes you something, because what you went through took time away from your life – time you can't get back. And it isn't fair... but what you don't realize, is that all that time you spent running in circles eats away at your life, too. It all adds up. Believe me, I've been there. It's not a pretty cycle..." Dean paused to shake his head and take a deep breath, stealing a glance toward Cas a few yards away, "but there is a way to break it."

"How?" Clarence blurted, staring so hard at Dean that his eyes were starting to water.

Dean let out a breathless chuckle.

"You're probably not gonna believe me when I say this," he mumbled, "but... You forgive them."

Clare's expression shifted like he was going to grimace, but Dean held up his hand in defense.

"I know. It sounds stupid, right?" Dean smiled, scratching the back of his head, "For the longest time, I thought it was a load of bullshit. But then, my saint of a husband explained it to me, and it made perfect sense... Forgiveness doesn't excuse what that person did to you. It just helps you break out of that damn circle. It helps you release all that weight and anger you've been carrying around, and makes you feel a million times better... And, hey, if you still want revenge, you know what you should do?"

"What?" Clare breathed.

"Marry my son," Dean answered, letting a smile spread on his lips, "Fix up old cars with Bobby. Help Crowley run things in Hell. Let Rowena pamper the shit out of you. Hang out with the kids. Hang out with us. Live your life the way you want. Be happy," he emphasized with a nod, "Trust me, kid. That's the sweetest revenge you'll ever taste."

After those words, Dean paused to see if they were going to take effect on Clare. The hunter was glad to see the tiny smile trying to work its way across the demon's face. It was faint and weak, but definitely visible.

"Thanks," Clare muttered, his voice timid but honest.

"Anytime," Dean offered with a wink, "C'mon. You know Jude's worried sick about you."

Clare smirked and nodded – agreeing that Dean's son had probably been watching them closely the entire time – and followed Dean back toward the group. As he walked, Dean noticed that smoke was billowing up into the sky from the house in the distance, getting larger and darker as the fire spread. The Winchesters seemed to be waiting for him and Clare to return so that the angels could fly them all back home. Jude, of course, welcomed Clarence with open arms and a warm smile. And while Cas's arms weren't open for Dean, the man could tell that his husband was just as excited to see him. Dean smiled at the blue-eyed angel as he sauntered up. Did Cas hear any of that conversation he had with Clare? Did Cas know that Dean saw him as his main source of truth, understanding, wisdom, and love? That little twinkle in the guy's sapphire eyes seemed to say yes.

"You know, Moose, when I said I wanted to take the family on a trip to Europe, this is not what I had in mind," Gabriel muttered from the side, "I can't wait to get out of here. Carry me home."

"Gabe, you're the one with the wings. You carry us home," Sam instructed.

"Oooh. I love it when you get all demanding," Gabe purred, nestling against Sam's side.

Dean was expecting Bobby or Crowley to spit an annoyed comment at Gabriel for being gross, but the two elder men only smiled and shared a glance with each other. Luckily, Jessica seemed disturbed enough to say something. She tucked her red face behind Oliver's shoulder and grimaced.

"Can we just go now, please?" she called.

The angels started reaching out for various family members and disappearing; flying everyone back to Bobby's house to regroup. Gabe took Sam and Bobby, Jessica took Crowley and Oliver, and Jude closed his eyes and slowly took Clare. Dean and Cas were the last ones standing in the breezy, emerald field, and Dean was kind of glad. He had been meaning to say a few words to his husband alone. As Cas reached up, Dean lifted his hand to tangle their fingers together.

"Hey, wait a second," Dean requested softly, bringing his hand down to hold.

The hidden smile on Cas's face vanished and was replaced with concern.

"What's the matter, Dean? Was your conversation with Clarence upsetting?" the angel attempted to understand.

"No. It was fine," Dean corrected, searching the angel's entire pretty face, "It's just... you said you went back in time and visited me, right?"

A blush slowly appeared on Cas's cheeks. The cool breeze tossed around some of his raven hair, revealing even more of his timid features.

"Yes," he admitted quietly.

Dean smirked a little. Maybe Cas thought Dean would be upset with him for going back in time to see him, but it couldn't have been farther from the truth.

"You gave me that dream about Mom, didn't you?" Dean guessed.

Cas's mouth fell open. His blue eyes widened a bit and he searched Dean's face in astonishment.

"H – How... How did you know that I – ?" Cas gulped, "Y – You were asleep, Dean. How did you know I gave you that dream?"

The confirmation that it was true only made Dean smile more.

"'Cause, when I was a kid, every dream I had about Mom was a nightmare," he explained, briefly recalling all the times he was forced to rewatch her burn on the ceiling in his sleep, "I used to be so scared to go to sleep, sometimes I would stay up and watch Sam... But that night... It was the first time I dreamed about her being alive and happy. We were playing tag or something. She was chasing me, crawling around, hiding behind the furniture, and laughing so hard," Dean chuckled once, "God, it felt so real..."

"It was real," Cas smiled back, "It was a memory I pulled from your subconscious, Dean."

Dean's grin softened to a meaningful look as he searched his husband's face. Holy shit. It really happened? Damn, Dean was glad that he was able to see it again so vividly... thanks to Cas. The man swallowed a bit before leaning forward to capture the angel's mouth. Dean put as much heart and soul into this kiss as possible, wanting to demonstrate just how much he appreciated and adored his husband. Cas responded immediately, cradling the side of Dean's face with one hand and placing his other over Dean's heart. With the cold wind ruffling the green grass all around them, Dean pulled back to rest his forehead against Cas's, savoring their shared breath.

"Cas. You're the best damn thing that's ever happened to me," he whispered.

Cas's smile warmed every part of Dean's body, especially his heart.

"Dean, my love... I feel the same about you," the angel hummed.

The two of them gazed into each others' eyes for a few more joyous moments before disappearing from the emerald hill, leaving the burning building far behind.


Things started to settle down once everyone got back to Bobby's house. Rowena had fallen asleep in the kitchen, sitting in a chair with her head tucked into her arms on the table, so Bobby carefully moved her to the sofa. Jude smiled when he saw Crowley helping Bobby arrange some pillows around her. It was nice to know that even though they bickered and fought all the time, Crowley and Rowena still loved each other very much. Ollie mentioned that he had about twenty missed calls on his phone – all from his mom – and asked Jessica to take him home. She agreed to fly him, and told Sam and Gabe that she would meet them back at the bunker when Ollie was safe. Uncle Sam, Gabe, Dad, and Papa told uncle Crowley that they were very happy that he was okay and to call if he needed anything. But before the four of them left for the bunker – and even though he knew he was an adult – Jude still pulled his parents aside and asked if he could stay the night with Clarence. Dad and Papa both agreed that it was a good idea, gave him hugs, and flew back home, leaving Jude at Clare's side.

That evening, Crowley mentioned needing to straighten up a few things in Hell and Bobby offered to go with him. With the two older men gone to another realm and Rowena asleep, Jude and Clarence basically had the whole house to themselves. But Clare, understandably, just wanted to get some sleep. Jude cuddled his fiance in bed that night, holding onto him gingerly and listening to his heartbeat, and waited for him to fall asleep. He wanted to make sure that Clarence got some real rest before he let himself go to sleep beside him. The only sounds in Bobby's house were the brief rustle of bedsheets, tiny snores, and the metronomic tick of the grandfather clock in the hall. The night was quiet, calm, and peaceful; the perfect setting to recharge batteries. And when Jude woke up in the morning, he felt loads better.

But just as it happened the morning before, Clarence was not in bed with Jude when the angel woke up. Jude blinked at the empty space and slowly raised his head to look around. Oh, no. Where had Clare gone to this time? Jude instinctively raised his left hand to make sure his engagement ring was still there – and it was still there, glistening and shining back at him like twinkling stars – before rolling over to get out of bed. Clare wasn't in the room, but his bedroom door was cracked open, and Jude could hear voices coming from the hall. The angel crept closer to hear the quiet conversation outside.

" - it has an almost endless shelf life, so you won't need to brew another batch anytime soon," Crowley's accented voice said, "Why, boy? Are you planning to do something stupid?"

"No," Clare instantly replied, "I swear. I was just curious."

"You'd tell me if you were in trouble again, correct?" Crowley firmly pressed.

"Yes. I promise I was just wondering," Clare assured again, "Are you sure you're gonna be okay?"

Crowley scoffed loudly, as if he found the question offensive.

"I'm the bloody King of Hell. There isn't a single curse out there that could damage the essence of my grandeur," Crowley purred, voice oozing with confidence.

Clare's chuckle echoed down the hallway and Jude smiled. It was good to know that Crowley hadn't lost any of his arrogance.

"I'm glad to hear it," Clare replied, "Thanks, Crowley. I'm gonna go check on Jude."

Jude gulped at the sound of his name. He didn't want to be caught eavesdropping on Clare and Crowley's conversation, but he knew he didn't have enough time to get back in bed and pretend to be asleep, either. Clare's footsteps were rapidly approaching. The only thing Jude could think to do was stand there like an idiot. Luckily, when Clare came back in and saw him, a smile spread on his lips.

"Mornin' Jay," he sang, "How long have you been up?"

Jude smiled back at his fiance, but noticed a bottle in Clare's hands. It was a glass bottle with some kind of blueish white liquid inside, topped with a cork. It had to be a potion of some kind. Clare pecked a quick kiss to Jude's lips as he slid by to get to the dresser behind him. The demon sat the bottle down and dug around the clutter for a small piece of paper and a pen.

"J – just a few minutes," Jude slowly answered, curiosity getting the best of him, "Clare, What's that?"

The demon didn't answer at first. He wrote something out on the paper, folded it up, picked up the bottle again, and turned back to Jude. Clare's green eyes seemed very awake this morning; full of life and happiness that Jude hadn't seen there in so long.

"Jude, can you do me a favor?" he asked quietly.

Though he was still curious about the potion bottle and whatever Clare just wrote, Jude forced a nod.

"Sure," he agreed.

"I know this is going to sound strange, but... Can you take me back to that crack house in New York?" Clare breathed.

Jude felt his own mouth open a little bit. What? Clare wanted to go back to that awful house? Where his mom was? But why? The angel's eyes glanced toward the bottle in Clare's hands and he felt a little concerned. Was that bottle full of... poison? Was Clarence planning to kill her, just like the warlock wanted? The worry must have been visible on Jude's face, because Clare's expression turned a bit firmer.

"Please, Jay," he added, "This is something I have to do."

Jude was extremely apprehensive. He wasn't sure what Clare was going to do to Meg once they got there. Was he going to force her to drink the poison? Hurt her? Kill her in cold blood? If so, Jude didn't want to be a part of it... But somehow, looking up into Clare's open eyes made Jude reconsider. Jude would trust Clarence with his own life. Shouldn't the same apply to Meg? Though he was still leery, Jude reached out to take his fiance by the arm and closed his eyes, concentrating his grace to fly them back to the house in New York.

The flight, of course, was still a little rough for Jude. He had to combat the sickness in his stomach when they landed, which had formed from a mix of inertia and the sudden stench of the crack house. When he opened his eyes, Jude found that his grace had brought him exactly where he wanted to go. He and Clare were now standing in the same room from before... with Meg passed out on the mattress nearby. The window – the same that the warlock fell through – was now alight with the morning sun, casting lovely golden rays into the room. It was brighter here now, which only seemed to highlight Meg's terrible condition.

The female demon looked like nothing but skin and bone. Her hair, which looked like it hadn't been washed in quite some time, was laying thickly around her hollow face. Her mouth was slightly open and Jude almost thought she was already dead, but her chest was slowly rising and falling. She looked like a starved, exhausted, sickly creature... and it sadly reminded Jude of the first time he saw Clarence...

A few seconds after they arrived, Clare turned and walked over to shut the door behind them. He locked it too, and once Jude heard the click, his worry returned at full power. What in the world was Clare planning to do? Jude couldn't hold back his curiosity anymore.

"Clare, what are we doing here?" Jude finally asked.

The handsome demon took a large breath and finally faced Jude. He held up the blueish white potion and briefly pursed his lips together.

"Rowena brewed this for me. A long time ago," he explained, looking down at the bottle in his hands, "It's a, um... detox agent. She said she made it in case I ever fell off the wagon and started using again. I told her she was crazy, because as long as I had you around, Jay, I'd never even look at drugs again."

Jude nodded as he looked down at the bottle. He was overwhelmingly relieved that it wasn't poison. Clare gulped and nodded, seeming a little bashful all the sudden.

"And since I don't need it..." he mumbled.

Clare didn't finish his sentence. Instead, he slowly walked back across the room. He brushed passed Jude to kneel down on the floor next to the dirty mattress. Clarence carefully placed the bottle on the floor next to the few burned out candles, shifting it to face the mattress. Then, he placed the piece of paper he wrote on next to it. Jude tip-toed close to read the message from above: 'Meg. If you want to feel better, drink this.' Jude gulped. Holy crap. Clare was giving the potion to his mom. To make her feel better...

After he put the bottle down, Clarence paused to just look at her. His expression was kind of flat, like he was thinking about all kinds of things while he absorbed the sight of his real mother. Jude refused to interrupt the silence by asking questions. He just stood by his fiance's crouching form and waited patiently, watching him with admiration. A few moments passed by before Clare slowly dropped his hand. It started on the floor, slid across the mattress, and carefully picked up Meg's limp hand. The female demon didn't stir at all. She remained fully asleep as Clarence cradled her frail hand and held it in his own. He covered her fingers, blinked down at her, and took a deep breath.

"I forgive you..." Clare whispered.

Jude swallowed again, feeling tears press hard at the back of his eyeballs as he witnessed the scene take place. All this time, he had been thinking that Clare was going to hurt his mother, but no. He had come here to forgive her; to give her some help and take her pain away. He was offering her a chance at a better life, even though she never gave him that option. Clare was wiping their slate clean and starting fresh. It was the single bravest act Jude had ever seen...

Though Meg wasn't awake to hear the message, Clare must have felt that it was delivered, because he laid her hand back down and stood up. The demon stared at his sick mother for a few more seconds before finally turning to look at Jude – where he made a weird face.

"Jay? Are you okay?" he asked.

Jude sniffled and quickly wiped his eyes, not wanting to seem childish in front of his fiance.

"Uh, y – yeah. I'm just... really proud of you," Jude admitted, smiling fondly at Clare.

The demon smiled back and stepped over to wrap both arms around the angel.

"Ready to go home?" he asked in Jude's ear.

Jude nodded and spared one more look at Meg and the bottle on the floor, before hugging his fiance tightly and letting his grace work. His wings rustled once and flew them back to the safe, sweet-smelling harbor of Clare's room. They were only gone for a few minutes, but it felt like so much longer. Even when they arrived, Jude didn't let go of Clare. He kept clinging to his favorite demon, nestling his head on Clare's shoulder and smiling sideways at his face.

"I'm going to marry the hell out of you," Jude hummed, his heart fluttering in his chest.

Clare chuckled again, delighting Jude's ears with the lovely sound. The demon tilted his head to peck another kiss to Jude's smiling lips.

"Not if I marry you first," he replied with a wink.

(Author's Note: Ladies and Gents, I'm proud to say the transformation is complete. Clarence is no longer a lost boy. He's officially a full grown, sound minded adult in all aspects of his life. Thanks to the Winchesters, Clare is gonna be a very happy camper from here on out. No more angst for him! :) In fact, his actions at the end of this chapter will impact the rest of the story. As in, (*spoiler alert, skip ahead if you don't want to read*) Meg will eventually return as her lovely, badass, canon self. (*End spoiler*) :D I really hope you guys stick around to see how that pans out because I think it will be amazing. :) I have to admit that Dean's convo with Clare was partially inspired by the book, "The Shack." (I cried all the way through that one. Make sure you have tissues handy if you give it a read. Lol) ;) Also, I hope that I didn't take too much liberty with Dean's childhood, by saying that he never had a good dream about Mary except when Cas gave him one. I just figured that seeing her burn on the ceiling was so traumatic that it would scar him that way for a long time. And I know that this seems like the last chapter, but it's not. There is still one more chapter to go for this part, and I really hope you all stick around to see it next week! :D Thank you all soooo much for reading and commenting! I couldn't ask for better readers! You are all beautiful blessings to me! *hugs* The next chapter will be out soon! :)

Kats1997, Awww, yay! :D I'm so happy that you are happy, darlin! :D I hope that this new chapter made you even more happy, because there are great things ahead for everyone! :) Thank you so much for reading and reviewing! I hope you have a great weekend! :)

sir wilfrederick, Hey there, darlin! I'm so glad to hear from you again! :D Though, I'm really sorry to hear that you've been having a rough time. *Wraps you in a fluffy blanket and hands you something warm to drink* Hopefully, the boys and I can make you feel better. :) Not to worry, dear. As you can probably see from this new chapter, Jude and Clare are going to be absolutely swell. All of the happiness! :D As for Ollie, he will be figuring out his direction soon. (Partially in the next chapter, in fact.) ;) and who could forget our lovely Badass Bunny? She's always gotta clean up after those boys. ;D I'm so glad you're enjoying the story so far, hon! Thank you so much for reading and reviewing! I hope you enjoy the rest, and have a wonderful weekend! :)

GeekGirlForLife, Yaaay! Crowley is back indeed! And everyone can finally breathe a bit, now. Lol. ;D Thank you so much for trusting that I would make everything okay by the end. You are one of the sweetest readers I've ever had! *hugs* and thank you so much for reading and reviewing! I hope you enjoy the rest of the story, and have a lovely weekend! :)

gothichic, Hey there, my super amazing, wonderful, precious SPN bestie! :D Hahaha! Awwww, I could never put into words how much I freaking love you back! You are simply an angel! :D I'm actually glad that you wanted to choke Caldwell in last week's chapter, because it probably made watching Jess do it all that much better! ;D Oh, I am so glad that you enjoy Clare's pov! I enjoy writing from his perspective too, because he's just so bold and honest, just like Cas and Jude. ;) Of course Jude wants to cuddle his baby Clare and make him feel better. And if anyone needs a good cuddle, its Clarence. :) You're absolutely right, Clare was so brave to face that warlock even though he was scared and nervous. He didn't want to see that jerk again, but Clare knows that anything is possible as long as Jude's around. ;D Awww, I'm so glad you enjoy Jude and Clare's 'mind reading' stuff. I figure if soulmates are around each other enough, they just know what one another is thinking all the time. And Jude knows his Clare-bear. ;D And yes! Caldwell didn't know anything about being a dad. Maybe he should have taken some lessons from Bobby Singer. Clare doesn't have to worry about him, though, cause he has his two real dads, Bobby and Crowley. ;) Yeah, Caldwell was acting just like Eddie Thompson when he spun Clare's words around. His true colors came out after that. Haha, I'm so glad you felt like smiting him, because I did too! And of course Jude did too. (Nobody calls his Clare-bear names like that!) ;) I'm so glad you liked Ollie and Jessie's reactions, too. They are just as protective of Clare as Jude is sometimes. They love him like a best friend, because he's one of their 'fantastic four'. ;D This new chapter pretty much explained where Caldwell took Clare, but you were right! It was Caldwell's hide out. (You are so perceptive, darlin!) :D Omg, Dean would have highly approved of your description of Jude coming in like a western hero to save Clare! (Dean: "My lil cowboy!") XD And, yay! I'm so happy that you approved of Jessie kicking the warlock's ass and giving him his just desserts! Yes, she's very much like her archangel papa when it comes to that stuff. ;D And our king of hell is back to normal at last. :D Awwww, I'm so happy that you liked Clare and Crowley's chat! I knew that they were going to need a little heart-to-heart after everything that happened. And Clare is a precious treasure that Crowley holds dear to his heart, and so does Bobby. I think Clare was on the verge of crying, too. ;) Haha, and I'm glad you liked Rowena's little part at the end. She's right; nothing can break this family apart! ;D I am soooo glad you liked the chapter, darlin! (And something tells me that you might have enjoyed this new chapter even more, I hope.) ;D Thank you so much for being a wonderful friend, and for reading and reviewing! I'm excited to hear from you again! Love ya, girl! Talk to you again soon! :)

Jawn Lennon Aid, Awww, I'm so glad that you enjoyed Ollie's part, darlin! :D You're absolutely right; Ollie has learned from his father's mistakes. His father Eddie is a homophobic jerk, but being with the Winchesters made Oliver realize that all that bigot stuff is bullshit. He would defend any single one of the Winchesters with his dying breath, because they are his real family. ;) Ahh, those lyrics still ring true! The Beatles were ahead of their own time, weren't they. ;D I hope that you enjoy today's chapter as well, darlin! Thank you so much for reading and reviewing! :D and I hope you have a lovely weekend! :)