MJ was back, standing in front of Nick's cell, staring at him.

"Are you sure about this?" Sam asked.

"I am. I have to stay, Sam. I can't leave with him here."

Sam knew a few things about MJ's life and that Lucifer was after her, but he never asked her what exactly happened. He didn't want to push her. He knew she would tell them when she's ready.

But MJ thought she never would have a need to tell them. After all, they all thought Lucifer was dead.

"Be careful." MJ could see the concern in Sam's eyes.

"Don't worry about me. The gut feeling I told you about, the one I had with that witch in the White House? I think she is slowly regaining her strength."

"You can feel her? You can feel Greeny again?"

"More and more each day."

"Good, that's good." Sam didn't know what else to say. He really didn't want to leave her, especially with Lucy right there.

"Go. I'll be fine." She reassured him.

The next few days went uneventful as MJ spend all of her days monitoring Nick, not ever speaking to him.


Sam and Dean returned to the bunker. After they were told what happened to John, Dean wanted to go after him. Sam was able to convince him to wait. He knew John needed time, time to process it all. He didn't need Dean to go there and start arguing with him, like Sam knew Dean would eventually do.

Over the years Dean became more than Dad's soldier who would listen and obey his word, follow his rules. Dean grew pass that and into a strong, self-minded man who didn't need anybody to tell him what to do anymore. Sam feared a bit that if they started arguing, even about a smallest thing, their relationship would break down completely. Dean still had some resentment for Dad and Sam thought he just might drive him away.

"He's fine. He's at Bobby's. He will come back ." Sam said.

Dean was just a bit on the edge. He was worried Dad might leave like Mom did and he didn't want to let it happen. Not again.

Mary could see the concerned looks on her boy's faces and it was tearing her up. She knew what was on their mind. So she picked up the phone and called Bobby again. She put him on speaker.

"He's still here with Castiel. They're talking."

"He went through the books?" Mary asked.

Neither Sam nor Dean liked the fact that Bobby gave him those books.

"He read them all. From what you told me about him, I thought he'd be pissed."

"How did he react?"

"He cried."

"He what?!" Dean was surprised. Except for when he said goodbye to his boys and traded his life for Dean's, Dean has never seen him cry.

"You heard me, boy. He cried. Sobbed for a good couple of hours before Castiel came."

"Can you hear what they're talking about?"

"Nope. Not sure I want to."


John was startled when he heard the flap of wings. He turned around to see Cass appeared behind him with a somewhat surprised look on his face.

John too was surprised. He didn't think the whole praying thing he read about in the books actually worked.

"Why would you want to speak to me?" Cass asked tilting his head in his familiar way whenever he didn't quite understand something, but wanted to.

"I'm not really sure."

Cass sighs a bit as he sits down on a chair next to him. He takes one of the books and flips through it. "You read them all?"

John just nodded.

"I guess you want to know what happened next?"

"I... I thought... I couldn't really ask my boys. I think they might not tell me everything."

"You're right, they wouldn't." Cass says bluntly.

John kept staring at Cass. He wondered how he could have gone though the hunter's life, not even once stumbling on a clue of the angel's existence. After everything he has been through lately, John finds himself actually a bit scared, even though he has read about Castiel and knows deep down he wouldn't hurt him. If not because of himself, then certainly because of his boys.

"How... How did Sam get out of the cage?"

Cass feels a sting as he remembers that whole dreadful thing. He gazed at John feeling embarrassed and resentment towards himself for what he did to Sam then. He knew he couldn't just tell John what happened. He had to show him.

"Will you let me show you? Show you all that happened? It will be faster but a bit painful."

"Show me? Show me how?"

"I can project my memories inside your head, you would see what I saw." Even when they thought I wasn't there.

John thought about it for a split second and then looked back at Cass. "Do it. I want to know everything."

Cass puts his hand on John's and closes his eyes. John's head starts pounding as the memories start pouring in.

*Soulless Sam, Dean's normal life, Eve the Mother of all monsters,Leviathans.

*Crazy Cass, the demon Meg (so much more different then John remembers), Crowley.

*Purgatory, Benny, John's old friend Fred Jones, angel Naomi, Henry Winchester.

*Demon tablet, more Meg, angel tablet, the trials to close the gates of Hell, Metatron, falling angels.

*Human Cass, Gadreel, Abadon, Crowley's help, Mark of Cain, the first blade.

*Demon Dean, Cain's death, Rowena's help, Death's death. (you read it right)

*Amara, the cage, Cass saying Yes, Rowena, Crowley, Lucifer and his boys stand with God.

*Mary, the hunt for Lucifer, Men of Letters, again a witch, a demon and an angel and the President.

*Jack, the Empty, the Apocalypse World, Lucifer's help and his betrayal, AWMichael and Dean.

*MJ and her angel, old and new Dean, Gabriel's return, MJ's death.

John takes a deep breath as his head was ready to explode. He grabs his head and leans back into his chair.

"It is a lot of information to process at once. Just breathe, the shock should pass soon." Cass says as he goes to the fridge and then hands John a bottle of beer. For the first time in his life John refused.

He felt like he was going to throw up. Not from the pain, nor from the headache, but from the fact that he now knew it all. Knew exactly what his boys went though and he couldn't believe it.

He couldn't believe they are still alive and still sane. John felt so small, so insignificant compared to them, to what they have done.

At yet, all he wanted to do is go back and hug his boys. Hug them and never let them go.