MJ stood in front of Nick's cell. She didn't know what to do, what to think.

You really think he could change?

He already has. He will change even more when he learns my name.

I don't know. I'm just not sure about this.

Nick started to wake. He slowly moved into a sitting position and rubbed his eyes. Then with a big yawn, he stretches as he gets up. He notices MJ standing there looking at him and he couldn't help but feel a bit embarrassed, but happy to see her in the same time.

He smiles "Good to see you again."

This was the first time he didn't spot a frown on her face. "You know, I had a dream about you."

MJ asks curiously "What about?"

"It wasn't really about anything. I just dreamt you were watching over me. Like a guardian angel... –Nick frowns at his own words – No, not like an angel... Angels are dicks."

MJ took the bait "Dicks? I know most of them are but there are some..."

"No, they're all bad." She noticed Nick was getting worked up. She needed to know why.

"Even Castiel?"

"Even him. They just take and they don't even thank you. He took that poor man away from his family."

MJ finally understood what he meant "So you think the angels are bad because they take vessels?"

"Yes. They have no regard for others lives, they don't care what happens to them."

"And you would?"

Nick looks at her confused by the question, but still answered "If I was an angel and really needed to take someone, I would choose someone who's alone, or a dying man or something..."

Well, if that does not convince you I am right; I do not know what will. Greeny's voice pounded in MJ's head.

MJ took a long look at Nick. He looked really sincere and really upset about angels.

"What if I told you I was an angel?"

Nick shoots a somewhat angry look at her.

"Don't even joke about that. You can't be an angel."

"How would you know?"

"Because they are all self-righteous jerks with no shred of emotions. As Dean once said – they all walk around like they have sticks up their asses."

MJ couldn't help but smile a bit remembering how much her shoulders hurt when Greeny took over, or her constant need not to use abbreviations. But at least Greeny had compassion.

"What about Gabriel? He's vessel was made, he's not possessing anyone."

"Gabriel? He's different. He is the only angel I know that actually likes us humans."

"I know another one."

"Really? Who? And don't say Castiel, because he only cares about the Winchesters."

"I'm not gonna tell you her name. But she is good and kind and cares about humanity. She even helped create them."

Nick frowned confused "Helped create them?"

"Yes, she was an archangel."

"A female archangel? There's no such thing. Believe me, I know everything Lucifer knew, and he certainly didn't have a sister."

"I think if Lucifer remembered her, he would have been different."

"No! Lucifer is pure evil. Nothing can change that."

Best leave it be for now. His emotions are bottling up, he could break down again.

"Why don't you rest a bit and we'll talk later, huh?"

Nick didn't say anything. He just sat on his bed and stared at the floor, clearly aggravated.

"I can't do this." Jack said standing in front of a pool table. "I thought you were going to teach me how to use a pool rod."

Dean frowns and smiles at the same time "I said a pool cue, not a pool rod. Is that why you thought we were going fishing?"

"A stick's a stick." John laughs from the other side of the table.

Jack was clearly confused "I just don't understand the point of this. I hit the ball with this stick..."

"Cue. It's a cue, Jack." Dean corrects him.

"OK, so I hit the balls with the cue and make them go into the holes."

"Yes. But your balls are those with stripes, you have to hit the white one, make it hit the one with stripes and get them into the hole. Try."

Jack positions himself as Dean showed him, leaning against the table aiming the cue at the white ball. He hits it hard, propelling the ball into the air, right at John.

A slight fear runs Dean's face as John catches the ball mid-air, but it turns to relief as John smiles.

John places the ball back on the table and goes over to Jack. He leans on the table next to him and says "You can't hit the ball at the low point; otherwise it will go flying away. If you want it to go straight, you hit it in the center. See?" John hits the white ball, making it hit a blue-stripped one and it goes into a corner pocket.

Jack smiles and nods as John continues "Now, if you want to, you can hit it slightly on the side, but..."

"I think that's way too advanced for him right now, dad." Dean says after observing John with Jack. He appreciated his father's efforts, but still felt a sting seeing him like this with Jack. Nevertheless, he was glad John had accepted the kid.

His thoughts get interrupted by his phone. He takes it out of his pocket and sees Bobby's home number. He answers.

"Dean?" Ellen sounded scared.

"What's wrong?"

"It's um... It's Bobby. He's... He's not doing well..."

Dean could hear the trembling in her voice, he was certain there was something she wasn't telling him. Maybe she didn't want to do it over the phone.

"We're close. We'll be right there."

Ellen hangs up the phone and slightly curses herself for doing what she did. But she seemed genially scared. She looks over at the center of the living room as a tall man in a sharp suit was holding Bobby by his throat up in the air. Jo was lying on the ground unconscious.

The man smirks at her and twitches, dropping now unconscious Bobby to the ground. He goes over to her and slams her hard into a wall. As she too lost her consciousness sliding down the wall, the man smiles and twitches again before his eyes show a certain white-blue flare.