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"A children's playground!"

Michael stared eye wide at the children playing on the swings and slides. The moms are sat on the benches with their babies in their buggies.

"Yes."

Michael looks at the witch with a frown. Has Patrick gone crazy?

"Why?"

"To socialize with people your age."

"My age?"

"Your...your vessel's age."

Michael folds his arms.

"Why are we really here Patrick?"

Patrick squats down so he is eye level with the child.

"These kids are the next generation. Each and every one of them are going to grow up, get a job, start a family and their kids will be the next generation after that. These kids are the future. Your plans to destroy the world, you are killing kids as well. Kids have so much to offer to this world. Look how far your father's creations have come. Technology, schools, houses. It's not all your father's work it is our work as well. Think of what these kids will come up. New advanced medicine? solution to Climate Change? Flying cars?" He laughed at the last part. His face turned serious again "You want to burn all the hard work we achieved since the beginning of the time?"

Michael watches a boy slide down. He giggles wanting to go again. Michael's face softens at the sight. Children are such happy beings.

Oh no

Michael rubs his head. This always happens to him when he is near kids. He just finds them so adorable. The funniest thing is Michael hasn't experienced these type of feelings for a long time.

Patrick stands up.

"Go and play."

Michael gives a 'seriously look'.

"Play?"

"Its time you enjoyed yourself."

"Patrick, you know I am not actually a child."

But Patrick is busy looking at the moms not hearing anything the archangel just said. The moms all watched Patrick with wide eyes.

When do you see a single dad in an area like this?

One mom smiled as he waves at his child.

How cute. She thought.

Then he starts walking...

...towards them!

The moms all sat up and beamed at the newest parent. The mom who found the interaction cute moves to make room.

"Hi I'm Brooke." She says.

He sits down next to her.

"Hi." He grinned.

"I'm Kelly." The mom on his other side purred at him.

"Brooke. Kelly. I'm Patrick." He introduced himself.

Patrick Both women thought with a sigh.

Patrick rolls his eyes.

Here we go again.

"Are you new round here? I haven't seen you before." Kelly asked.

"Guess you could say that."

"Is that your little one?" Brooke asks.

Patrick points.

"Him?" He nods. "Yes that's my wee one."

"He is so cute." Brooke beamed.

"Yes." Kelly agreed.

"He is." Patrick agreed.

The three of them laughed at the kid who glared at them.

"Someone is not happy." Kelly laughed.

"He's always been a moody one." Patrick sighed.

Michael watched with disgust. This man is a womanizer. This angered the archangel.

So much for loving Lia. Michael thought.

"Must be tough." Kelly says.

"Not really." Patrick answered. "We can handle him."

"We?"

"His mom."

"Oh...Where...where is she?"

"At home. I thought I would give her a break."

Kelly gets out her phone.

"Excuse me I gotta take this."

Patrick read her thoughts. Kelly was pissed off and needed an excuse to get away. As soon as she found out he is taken she immediately lost interest in him.

This is a kids play area not a place to hook up. Patrick sighed.

Kelly grumbled to herself and walks off pretending to have a conversation on the phone. Brooke however stayed. Yes it is a shame Patrick is taken but she didn't mind. She wasn't desperate like Kelly.

"That's nice." Brooke nodded. "That you took your son out."

" Yeah my partner has done a lot of work." Patrick says. "She deserves a rest."

"Aww I wish John was like that. He never moved his ass. Wouldn't even hold our kid. If I asked him to take her out so I can rest oh I wouldn't hear the end of it."

"Sounds like an asshole."

"He was. Lazy bastard. Sitting in front of TV all day with a beer in his hand while I had to do everything. It got so much bad I had no choice but to kick him out. It took a while but I eventually got him out." Her face turns apologetic. "I'm so sorry you probably didn't want to hear that. My therapist said I should be open so I just...I speak before I think." She huffed a laugh. "Gets me into trouble a few times. I upset my sister in a law once. I said her bright green dress reminded me of Kermit the Frog." She sighed. "And I did it again, talking about my life. I...I barely know you."

"Its fine." He smiled. "I'm just happy you are out of the relationship. A woman like you deserves better." She blushed at that "So where is your little one?" He asked.

She points.

"By the swings. Little girl with the brown hair in a pony tail with the pink Barbie top on. That's her. Her name is Lois."

"She's cute."

"She is but at times she can be a right madam. She will talk to anyone." She laughs. "Got that from me. By the way what is your son called?"

"Michael."

"Named after Heaven's Prince." She laughs at his surprised expression. "I go to church. Out of all the archangels Michael is my favorite."

"Really?"

"Aha."

Patrick laughed nervously.

If only she knew.

Patrick noticed Michael is still staring at him. He mimes "go" to the archangel.

Michael turns away with a huff and starts to walk through the playground. A girl around his age well his vessel's age jumps down from the swings and blocks his way.

"You alone?" She asks.

Michael froze.

Just play the part. Play the part.

"I am with Pat...um him."

He points at the witch.

She looks.

"Is that your daddy?"

"I guess you could say that."

"He is talking to my mommy."

"She's your mommy?"

"Yes. They are talking...and smiling."

"They are." Michael answered.

"You look mad. You don't want them together?"

"Well..." I can't believe I am having this conversation with a child. "No."

"Same. I don't like his voice its weird."

Michael laughed. She is referring to his accent. An accent that is not American would sound weird to a kid.

"Shall we do something about it?" She asked.

"Like what?" Michael frowned.

She smirks.

"Come. First we'll play fool them then we'll plan something. Oh, I forgot my name is Lois."

"Michael."

She takes his hand.

"Come on Micha let's go."

"It's nice to meet you but I really do not want to pla..."

Lois runs and pulls the archangel with her.

All Michael could do is play along.

It took all of Sam's strength to stop himself from attacking the former vessel. Nick noticed and smiled. He knew Lucifer affected the younger Winchester. He traumatized Sam. Nick wanted to continue that. He wanted to scare Sam. It made Nick feel he is still the Devil.

"Where's Donatello?" Cas asks.

Nick frowns.

"What, no hey? How ya been?" He looks out of the window then back at them. "Say Sammy where is big brother Dean? Is he sick?...Does he know you are here?...He must do right? Cassie you wanna tell me where your buddy is?"

"How are you..."

"Here?" Nick cut the hunter off. "Instead of rotting away in a jail cell where you left me? Sort of a funny story… and by funny I mean a lot of people died."

Sam clenched his fist. He so badly wanted to punch the son of a bitch.

"You haven't answered the question." Cas says. "Where is Donatello?"

Nick picks up another cookie.

"Want one?"

Nick suddenly slams into the wall and the tray crashes on the ground. Sam presses his gun against Nick.

"Answer the damm question." He yelled.

Nick chuckles.

"Using the angry voice huh Sammy. Guess what if you pull that trigger and kill me you kill the Prophet too. I am the only one who knows where he is. So Its your choice. I know how much you would love to see me dead. This is your chance. So go on. Shoot me. I won't fight you. Do it." He grins. "I dare you."

The gun shook in Sam's hand. It's true he wanted Nick dead. Sam first believed Nick was a broken, damaged, grieving man who was used by the Devil. Sam thought he finally knew someone who went through the same experience as him, someone who can understand him. Nick turned out to be just as sick as the Devil himself. After hurting Donna and kidnapping his mom that was the last straw. Nick couldn't be saved, he didn't deserve another chance of life he blew it the moment he turned on the Winchesters.

If Sam killed Nick now he would be free. Nick is part of Lucifer. His face haunts the hunter every night. If Nick is dead the last part of the Devil would be gone. Nick can burn in Hell where he belongs.

The thought of Nick suffering in Hell satisfied the hunter.

He couldn't kill Nick now not when Donatello's life is in danger. Sam needed answers first.

Cas comes in holding a syringe.

"I found this in the trash."

Nick scoffs. Sam glares at him.

"What did you do?"

"Nothing. I mean, I sort of injected your friend with poison...thallium, to be exact. So he's got about a day before his internal organs start shutting down."

"Why?" Cas asks.

"To get your attention. I mean, he was... is, sorry...is one of your friends, right, and you don't have a lot of those. You know you can save him...that is if you can find him. I can tell you where he is if you do something for me first."

"What's that?" Sam asks.

Nick smiles.

"I wanna see my son."