He woke up to an image of swirls and lights. Everything is a blur. Patrick closes his eyes and groans. This is not a hangover. Patrick knows a hangover he has it a couple of times a week after hard nights at the bar. This is exhaustion he has gone over his limit he must have performed a big spell. What was it? If only the fog will clear from his mind.

"You're awake. Took your bloody time."

The voice screeched in Patrick's ears.

"Shh." He turns on his side and clutches his head. He can hear his heart beating loud like a drum. "Five more minutes Lia." He mumbles into the pillow.

The his eyes shot open when he realized what he said. He sits up and winced as everything spun round him.

"Take it easy." The same voice says.

Patrick narrowed his eyes and focused on the blur of red hair and the Scottish voice. He sighs.

"For you to be here this must be a nightmare."

Rowena scolded and slaps him on the knee.

"I'm not that bad." She says.

Patrick rubs his eyes and everything slowly started to come clear. The fog drifted from his mind.

He then frowns.

"Have long have you been here?"

"In and out. You been out for twenty-four hours."

Patrick's eyes widen. He runs his fingers through his messy hair.

"Jesus."

"Not used to those type of spells." Rowena chuckled.

He shakes his head.

"No. I don't do the Covens and all that. I only use the age manipulation spells and few other little spells only when necessary."

"You never explored other routes. Thought how strong you could be."

Patrick shrugs.

"I guess it doesn't bother me. All that matters is I'm comfortable and...Oh..." His fingers trail along the strand of grey that stuck out of his jet black hair.

"It certainty took a beating out of you."Rowena grinned "Literally." She says remembering the poor guy did get his ass kicked by Michael during that disastrous trip in Dean's head.

"I need a game." He says with an urgent tone.

He gets out of the bed. He wanted to hold in a scream when he looks in the mirror and spots a few wrinkles on his face.

"Samuel is not going to allow poker in the bunker."

Patrick huffs and examines his looks.

"Another reason why I do not push myself." He gestures to his face. "When I do I would need to do more games."

Rowena wraps her arms around him and her eyes glow purple.

"Ro what you doing?"

The witch leans forward and purrs a chant in his ear. The grey lock of hair turns black and the wrinkles smooth out and Patrick's youthful looks return.

"Um..." Patrick touches his face "Thanks."

Rowena pulls away and smiles.

"No problem. You should stick to that then you will remain your youthful self."

"Then I will have no job. You know my life is poker."

"Not going to try to go into someone's mind again?" She smirked.

He smirks back.

"Reading someone's mind is the furthest I am going." He sees Rowena's frown in the refection. Patrick sighs "Sam is going make me do it again isn't he?"

"I spoke to Sam. I told him what happened. He does want you to do it again. I knew that trip drained you so I said no."

"Did you now?"

"Aye. Also there would be no point trying again because Michael will stop us."

"Tá." He nods as the Irish word slips off his tongue. He folds his arms and faces the witch "How is our little problem?"

Rowena's face fell.

"He's worst. He's not talking. Sam was angry. If you were awake you would have suffered. We decided that Sam needs space from Michael so Castiel took him out."

"Castiel?"

"Ah." Rowena smiled. "Go and have a shower Pat and I'll tell you about Sam and Dean's friends. It's quite a tale."

Patrick has a thought.

"I'm not wearing cuffs."

"I told Samuel no. I think he knows by now that you will be on your best behavior."

"Oh Ro." He grins. "I am always on my best behavior."

Patrick grabs a towel from the side and goes to the door.

"Pat."

"Hmm."

"What you said to Michael about your client's stories was that true?"

Patrick smiles.

"I'm a good guy Ro."

He then leaves the room.

The water stops and the curtain opens. Patrick steps out and wraps a towel around himself. He suddenly paused. A feeling grew inside him. A feeling that he is being watched. He looks at the door and notices a pair of eyes watching him.

Those were not Rowena's eyes.

"Who is that?" He asks.

The door opens wider and Jack gave a sheepish smile.

"Sorry to disturb you but Sam told me to keep my eye on you."

Patrick raises his eyebrow.

"That includes watching me shower? Is there no such thing as privacy in this place."

Patrick walks past the former nephilim. Jack turns and sticks his hand out.

"I'm Jack."

Patrick frowns at the happy kid.

"Patrick."

"I know Rowena told me." Jack nodded.

"Course she did."

As Patrick turns to leave, Jack pipes up and says.

"Oh and I have no problem about you being gay. Sexual orientation does not bother me."

"Excuse me?"

"Rowena told me what happened between you and Sam. You gave him Gonorrhea. A sexual transmitted disease."

Patrick raises his eyebrow.

"I did."

"I am surprised about Sam. I know he likes women but men aswell..." Jack shrugs. "I guess he was too embarrassed to say. Coming out is a big thing for some people they are worried about how others would react." He smiles. "Like I said I have no problem so we're good."

Patrick smiles.

"Good glad to hear that. Now may I..."

"Yes you can go and change. Rowena is in the kitchen."

"Great I need to talk to her about a few things."

The gay thing will be the thing we're talking about. He thought.

After getting dressed Patrick walks into the kitchen. Jack is sat at the table on the laptop while Rowena is making coffee. She conjures up a bottle of whiskey and pours it into the coffee.

"You're coffee is ready Pat." She smiled.

Patrick takes it and sips the coffee. The liquid goes down his throat. It sent warmth through his body and he started to feel better already.

"I met Jack." He says.

"Jacky boy." She smiled.

"He told me about my relationship with Sam and what happened." Rowena grins knowing what this is about. "Very funny Ro."

"Its hilarious."

Patrick shakes his head and laughs. Then he sits down.

"Just to make it clear with you kid. I'm straight."

Jack looks away from his laptop and frowns.

"Straight?"

"Rowena lied. Yes I did give Sam the disease but it was from a spell not from sex."

"So you and Sam are not gay?"

"No."

Jack simply nods and the confusion vanishes from his face.

"Okay."

Rowena sits down.

"How you feeling Jack?"

"Bit better. I wasn't in the mood to go out. The hunt with Castiel made me tired." He shuts the laptop. "Do you mind if I go to my room. I'm still feeling tired. Castiel suggested I should sleep."

"What happened to watching me?" Patrick says.

Jack sighs.

"Oh yeah."

"I can watch him. You go and rest." Rowena smiled.

Jack smiles. He is such a happy child. Patrick couldn't help but smile as he watched the former nephilim leave the room.

"Sweet kid bit weird though. I sensed some magic from him. What is he?"

Rowena gulped remembering the soul magic. She raises her mug and puts on a smile.

"A nephilim."

"Nephilim?" Patrick frowned. He heard of that."Who's the angel? Is he Michael's?"

"Oh Heavens no." She shakes her head. "He's Lucifer's."

Patrick's eyes widen.

"What did you say?"

"He's Lucifer's son."

Patrick's mouth opens and closes as he takes in what he just heard. Rowena puts the whiskey on the table followed by a bourbon.

She sighs.

"This story will require a drink. It's a long story."

Jack stood outside Michael's cell with a determined look on his face. It wasn't easy lying to Sam and Castiel. Jack does not like lying but he had to so he can be with Michael alone. The former nephilim knew the witches will not pay much attention to him they are too engrossed in their own conversation. Jack can do this without any interruptions.

Jack unlocks the door and opens it. Michael looks up.

"Jack?"

Jack closes the door and walks forward so he is standing right in front of the kid.

"Michael."

Michael stands up. He eyes the former nephilim up and down.

"The hunter and the angel know you're here?"

"No."

Michael grins.

"You went behind their backs." He pretends to gasp. "Sneaky little Devil." Jack glares at him. Michael smirks feeling very satisfied with the reaction. "What do you want Jack? I don't no see food or drink so..."

Michael now gasps for real this time as Jack pins him against the wall. Jack's eyes glow bright and gold spreads up Michael's arms towards his neck.

"Get out." Jack growled.

Michael shakes his head with disbelief.

"You lost your grace you can't..."

Then Michael screams. He feels like his insides has been stabbed by knives. Jack pushes harder. The former nephilim knew this will burn his soul but he didn't care. He wanted Dean back. He wanted his family back together. The witches failed so now its his turn to save Dean.

"I can't...leave." Michael cried.

"I am casting you out."

Jack touches Michael's head. Michael screams as the power builds up in his mind. He can feel the power pushing him but he is stuck. The curse reversed Michael's power so he is not strong enough to leave his vessel and look for another one. He can't even fly. Jack is not giving up that easily.

"YOU HURT MY FAMILY. MY FRIENDS." Jack yells.

"Ahhhh!" Michael cried.

"YOU WON'T HURT ANYONE EVER AGAIN!"

Michael's head snaps back and the archangel lets out a scream.

"That was quite a story." Patrick says. "I do not know what to say." Rowena chuckles. "They are okay with the Omen in their house?"

Rowena nods.

"Jack is not like his old man. The kid is good."

"You tell me he fought in this other world." He scoffs. "I can't imagine him as a fighter. To me he looks like he wouldn't hurt a fly."

A sound of crackling causes Rowena to stand up.

"Wee one is starting again.' She sighed.

She picks up the baby monitor.

"You have a baby monitor?" Patrick asks.

"It was the angel's idea."

Screaming comes from the baby monitor.

"Michael throwing another tantrum?" Patrick frowned.

Rowena frowns.

"Something is not right."

They continued to listen.

"YOU WON'T HURT ANYONE EVER AGAIN!"

Oh no!

The witches look at each other.

"Jack!"

Tá means yes in Irish.