Deep in the Empty laid a nephilim. His eyes are closed being forced into eternal slumber like the other supernatural beings.

Then Jack Kline wakes up with a gasp. He blinks a few times adjusting to the darkness. The nephilim turns his head side to side trying to spot anything that looked familiar to him. Everything is black and quiet too quiet. Jack's head was a blur. He remembered a graveyard. Dean had a gun pointed at him.

Did Dean shoot?

Jack shakes his head.

No Dean didn't shoot. He remembered God, his grandfather being there. Jack felt nothing towards his grandfather because he didn't know how to. Without his soul he couldn't feel. He couldn't love Castiel, the angel who he always saw as his true father.

Jack remembered a burning sensation, the inside of him was burning. It became so hot the nephilim screamed in pain. The next moment it went black and Jack couldn't remember anything after that.

Jack looks up and faces a big black mass. The black figure smiles. A smile so creepy it freaked the nephilim out.

"What is happening?" Jack asks.

"Yeah about that." A voice spoke from behind.

Jack turns round. Death looks down at him, the scythe in her hand.

"We should talk." She says.

Jack stands up.

"About what?" He asks.

"Chuck...God. Your Grandfather. He killed you."

"Killed...me?"

"Yes."

"Because of what I did? Hurting Mary, the way I treated the Winchesters, killing innocent lives."

Jack stops. He felt something. An emotion. Guilt. He felt guilty.

"Your soul is returning." Billie says.

"My soul...but I burned it off."

"I restored it."

"How?"

"I am Death. Souls is my area of expertise. Speaking of souls that is why I am here. God released the souls from Hell and Heaven has fallen."

"He did what?"

"The dead has risen. They are walking on the earth."

Jack's eyes widen.

"Zombies."

"God is letting the world fall because the Winchesters did not follow their scripts. You see Jack God wanted Dean to kill you, it was part of his plan. Dean changed his mind and that angered him. Now the Winchesters have turned on the big man so God wants to destroy everything he built."

"He can't do that."

"He won't. I will not allow it."

"Since when did you care about saving world." Jack frowned.

"From the time I read about your death I have been forming a plan to stop God from achieving his goal. I am Death and I am not letting God take that away from me all because he didn't get his own way. He thinks he is the ruler of the universe but he is not. You are Jack."

"Me?"

"God feared you. He knew how powerful you were. The thought of another powerful being that could overpower him scared him. That's why he wanted you out of the picture. He lied Jack, he could have saved you, restored your soul. He did not want you alive because you were affecting his work. You commanded the world to speak only but the truth and God had no choice but to step in because you interfered with his work. He had to do something before you gave out another order."

"That's why he wanted Dean to kill me."

Billie nods.

"To get rid of you and Dean being the one to kill you it was entertainment for him."

"Why are you telling me this?"

"You have an important role. You are the Savior." Jack looked puzzled. Billie smiles "You are the one who can stop God. Jack. God underestimated you. He underestimated all of us. We are not his puppet on strings anymore, he can't control us so he has no clue what I am planning. He thinks you are gone but he does not know it will only be temporary. I am going to bring you back."

Now Jack looked stunned.

"Really?"

"You should be thankful I rarely do this."

"Even after what I did?"

"You had no soul Jack. Without a soul you did not know what was right and wrong."

"I did bad things! I killed Mary. Sam and Dean will never forgive me. Maybe I did deserve the box. I'm a monster."

"Enough!" Billie snaps.

Jack shuts up and looks at Billie. He hated himself for what he did. He hurt his family. He killed Mary. The woman who he fought along with in the other world. The huntress who Jack sworn to save and protect.

Jack failed.

The worst is he felt nothing towards Mary's death. He couldn't understand why the Winchesters were angry and tried to put him in the box. Now Jack understands and he felt bad.

The Entity chuckled. The Shadow consumed the anguish and watched with delight as the nephilim became overwhelmed by all the guilt, grief and upset.

"Listen here." Billie says. "What you did was wrong but you had no guidance. You were lost. The Winchesters they still care about you. You are their family."

"But Dean..."

"Didn't kill you. Deep down he cares about you. You and Dean have a strong bond. You all have a strong bond. God can never take that away." Jack lowers his head. He did not deserve to be given another chance of life. "Look at me." Jack does. The guilt is clearly visible now. "You want redemption? this your chance."

Billie pulled Michael out of the dark and now it is Jack's turn. Both wanted redemption so Billie is giving them a chance. The former archangel and the nephilim had key roles in the new Apocalypse. They may not see it now but they will eventually. The uncle and his nephew will soon meet and join forces to take down the big man himself.

"I will bring you back. The Winchesters and the angel are in danger. You must save them. After that your mission begins."

"How will I kill God?"

"You will know." Billie smiled. The Shadow taps its wrist urging Death to hurry up. Billie steps forward. "You must go now little one. Time is running out."

"Thank you." Jack gives a small smile. "For believing in me."

Billie raises her fingers.

"Good luck Jack."

She places her fingers on the nephilim's head.

The next moment Jack woke up with a gasp. He blinks a few times adjusting to the darkness. The nephilim turns his head side to side trying to spot anything that looked familiar to him. He is surrounded by tombstones and graves.

The graveyard.

Jack stands up.

I'm in the graveyard.

The nephilim breathes in and smiles.

He is back.

Jack Kline is back from the dead.

Michael walked for a while now. The silent atmosphere still made him feel uneasy. After what God did Michael expected chaos.

Maybe it hasn't reached this area. He thought.

The former archangel looks at the mud and sees foot prints. It's not human footprints. It's an animal. Michael squats down and examines the footprint.

It's a dog. He thought.

A poor animal is out there. Probably likely dead.

Then there was a growl.

Michael stands up and looks around. He can hear the dog but he couldn't see it.

A bark causes Michael to stumble back. He looks to his left where the bark came from.

There was no sign of a dog.

Then Michael noticed more footprints forming in the mud followed by a growl.

"It's not a dog. It's a hell hound."

Why is the hell hound following Michael. He never made a deal. A horrifying thought came to the former archangel.

Hell is open. The souls have been released. That means the hell hounds have been released to. There is no rules now so the hell hounds can do whatever they like.

So that means...

Michael's eyes widen with realization. He was about to run when suddenly the hell hound charges and pounces on to the former archangel. Michael falls on his back with the mutt from Hell on top of him.

Michael cursed. He couldn't see the hell hound now he is human. Michael grits his teeth and tries to push the hell hound off him. The hell hound swipes at Michael's arm. The former archangel cries out in pain and blood pours out of the newly cut.

Then the sound of gun fire causes the hell hound to run off.

Michael gasps in shock. He looks at his arm. Michael grimaced. It was not a pretty sight. He needed something to stop the bleeding. Michael removes his belt and wraps it around his arm. He pulls at the belt putting pressure on the wound.

"Look someone is here!" Someone yelled.

Michael looks round. His vision started to become blurry. He was losing a lot of blood. He spots a pair of yellow eyes through the darkness. Michael quickly scrambles to his feet. The eyes flickered from yellow to blue.

What is that coming towards him?

"Dude you okay?" The glowing eyes figure asks.

Michael drops back on his knees. He was so weak he couldn't stand up.

"Hey hey hey."

The figure goes by Michael's side.

The glowing fades from the stranger's eyes.

"Let me help you up."

Michael flinched away. His instincts immediately kicking in to not trust this man...or thing.

"Okay okay sorry." The man apologized. He looks at the blood that stained Michael's ripped sleeve. "Dude that looks nasty. It needs medical treatment now."

"I'm fine." Michael says.

"You look far from fine." The man puts his arm around the former archangel and helps him stand up. Michael tries to fight back. "Whoa you are gonna make it worse." Michael stops his face pale. He leans on the man's shoulder. The man nods. "You can trust me."

"Your eyes..." Michael spoke his voice weak. "They were..."

"Stop talking. Don't use all your energy up. Stay with me."

The man starts walking with Michael leaning on him using him as support.

"Who are you?" Michael asks.

The man smiles.

"I'm Garth."

Garth to the rescue yay. :D