MJ woke up after a restless night. Visions of Lucifer wearing a Nick meat suit tearing through her husband Tom haunted her whole night. It wasn't until early in the morning she got some shut eye, but even that didn't take long.

She knew she said too much last time she saw Nick, so she tried to keep away. The day after their conversation she spent most of her day doing paperwork, but in the control room, where she could still keep an eye on Nick trough the monitors.

Most of the time Nick was either lying in his bed looking at the ceiling or reading a book. After a few days it was clear that things are going to remain the same but she wouldn't give up on monitoring him.

One morning she came in and set her papers on the desk. She grabbed her coffee and just took a sip when she glanced and saw Nick on the monitor on his knees, with his hands on his bed. She spat out her coffee in a wide stream as she realized he was praying.

Of course she immediately ran down.

"What the heck are you doing? Who are you praying to?"

Nick 's lips formed a big smile "To God."

MJ frowns in confusion "Why?"

"For a chance to see you again." He said shyly.

If his words weren't bad enough, the look on his face definitely was. He looked almost apologetic.

MJ was enraged again, but she didn't really know what to say except "Go to Hell."

"Wait. Please."

"No! What more do you want from me?"

"I... I just..."

He just wants to be around us. He's lonely.

MJ flinched. She hasn't heard from Greeny since... Well, since they both died. She quickly moved aside so Nick couldn't see her.

I don't know if I'm happy to hear your voice again or pissed it took you so long.

Or are you angry because of my suggestion.

What suggestion? You don't mean... No! You know what he is, you know what he has done.

But HE did not do anything. And by the looks of it, he will not. You cannot keep living in those memories, in that future. You have realized so with everyone around you, Castiel, Mary even Dean. Why not try to do the same here?

You damn well know why.

I know in the future he has done unspeakable things, and once again I am sorry I was not there for you...

Don't apologize about that. You and I both know you were too drained after that hunt.

Still, I do feel like I could have tried harder. Nevertheless, you should try. You just might change him.

No! Out of the question! Besides the more time I spend with him the more chance is that I might remind him who he really is.

As far as I gathered, he is human now. Why would it matter if he remembers who he is?

Because... Because he might not be. Castiel did go into his mind, but he's just an angel, even with his new powers... And he was terrified of what he saw, so it might not be as reliable as others hope.

There is a very simple way to check.

You're not seriously suggesting I go inside his cell and set my hand on his head!? Are you out of your mind?

You can do it while he is asleep.

MJ signed. This was really not what she wanted to do, but she knew she had to make sure.

Are you strong enough?

You mean if he attacks? He will not. And you can always share my name and...

And make him remember who you are, who he is?

You know as well as I do, something eventually will.

Days in the bunker went by fast. Sam and Dean both decided to put hunting aside just for a little while and spend some time with family. Since there was no news on AWMichael and next to AWHunters and SSSD, things were covered.

Still, after a few days Dean felt cooked up. He wasn't used to staying in one place for a big chunk of time. He walked into the library and saw Jack reading.

"Reading? Again?"

"There is not much else to do." Jack replied plainly.

Dean rolled his eyes. In his mind he compared Jack to Sam and their ability to just sit around doing boring stuff. The kid needs to learn how to have some fun "C'mon. You and I are going out."

"Where?"

"We'll see when we get there."

John stood at the door of the kitchen smiling as Sam was helping Mary after she burned yet another meal. "I hate this. I hate cooking." She says tossing the cooking spoon into the sink.

Sam was cleaning out the stove. "It's ok, mom. We can just order out."

Mary sighed. She hated herself for not be able to cook for her family, as if it mattered.

Dean glanced at John by the kitchen door and peeped inside sniffing "Something burning in here?"

Mary looked at him with slight sadness in her eyes, and Sam gave him this best bitch face, frowning at him for making mom feel worse then she already did.

Dean understood. "Me and Jack are going out." He wanted to add that they could pick something to eat on their way back, but decided it was best not to.

Sam nodded, but John asked "Where are you going?"

"Just out. Have a little fun." Dean says as he turns to walk away. But then he turned back "Wanna come?"

John smiled, feeling glad his son asked him to come. "I would like to."

Then he turned back to Mary and Sam "Don't worry about it, honey. We'll just pick something on our way back."

She walked over and gave him a kiss. She glanced into his eyes with a look that said Play nice, thinking about the last time he and Jack spoke.

He smiled at her, and nodded.

Little did John know, this would be the last time he saw his wife in a quite a while.