Jack stared at the man in front of him in disbelief. This man had just said he was his grandfather. That made him… It made him God. The being his father hated above anyone else. The one that forced his father into Hell. Looking at him though, he didn't seem like he could do that. He looked rather small and unintimidating. "You… You're really my grandfather? You're God?"

Chuck smiled and took a step forward.

Jack immediately backed up. He'd heard so many stories about this man, and none of them were good. His father and at least two of his uncles hated him. God had hurt both his father and his Uncle Michael. There were probably many others he hurt too. Not to mention that Jack knew his grandfather had outlawed his existence. For all Jack knew, he was there to kill him.

"I'm not gonna hurt you, Jack. You're my grandson. I love you," Chuck said with a smile.

"Like my father?" Jack asked.

"I know you'll find it hard to believe, but I love my son," Chuck said.

Just then Rowena came back into the room. "Charles, you've returned. Good to see you. Is that homicidal sister of yours nearby?"

"Hi, Rowena. Amara is off on her own for a while, but she's doing well. No more killing everyone and trying to destroy the planet," Chuck said.

"Good to know," Rowena said.

"I just came to visit my grandson. Would you give us a few minutes?" Chuck asked.

Rowena looked hesitant. She certainly didn't want to anger God by refusing to do what he asked, but she also didn't want to anger Lucifer by leaving his son with someone that might or might not mean him harm. "The thing is, Charles, your son has threatened extreme pain should I let anything happen to his son."

Chuck laughed. "Yes, I imagine that he did. So, he probably wouldn't have reacted well if Jack had jumped through the rift while you were out of the room, like he was going to."

Rowena's eyes widened. She hadn't even thought that eh might jump in, if for no other reason than that his father had promised dire consequences.

"I mean my grandson no harm, Rowena. Please leave us alone," Chuck said. This time, it was more of a demand than a request.

Rowena nodded reluctantly

"Why are you here?" Jack asked once Rowena was gone.

"I came to meet you. I've wanted to meet you for a while now. I would've come sooner, but well, I think we both know it wouldn't have ended very well," Chuck said.

"My father would've been angry. He will still be angry when he finds out you came. He doesn't like you," Jack said.

Chuck nodded. "I decided it would be best to avoid a fight the first time you and I met."

"So, you've been around the whole time? You know what's been going on. Why didn't you help us?" Jack asked.

"That business with the being posing as my son was Samael's problem. He needed to fix it," Chuck said.

"He hates that name," Jack said. He let Michael call him that because it bothered Michael to call him 'Lucifer', but he was the only one allowed.

"But it's his. Lucifer has never been his name," Chuck said firmly. He called the being impersonating him Lucifer, but that was because he knew that wasn't his son. His son was Samael. Period. "Anyway, as I said, it was his issue, not mine. For that matter, I don't see why I should involve myself in every little problem. That's why there are people like the Winchesters in the world."

"But you're God. You created everything. Doesn't that make it your responsibility to fix it?" Jack asked.

"People have Free Will, Jack. If they use it to make the world worse, why should I have to clean it up?" Chuck asked.

"Free Will? But isn't Free Will why my father was sent away? He wanted it and you wouldn't give it to him," Jack said.

If Chuck was surprised by his grandson's boldness, he didn't show it. "It was a different time, plus it was more complicated than that. Even if I'd given him what he wanted, it wouldn't have changed anything. He was being corrupted. The mark that kept my sister locked away was taking over his entire being. Free Will might have been what Samael wanted in that moment, but no matter what I did. It was only going to get worse."

"So, you wanted to kill him," Jack said angrily. He'd learned recently why his father's opinion of his Uncle Michael had changed overnight. He'd learned that Michael had been trying to save him from their father.

Chuck sighed. "No, Jack, I didn't want to. Every day that went by, I was losing my son. There was no way to get to save him other than to destroy the Mark, and that would've released Amara. And even if I did that, I wasn't sure it would work. My options were to lock him up or kill him. If I killed him, at least I would've preserved a small amount that was left of him to my memory. It seemed better than to watch as the literal darkness completely engulfed him. But Michael made his decision before I could make mine, so I decided to take as a sign that it was the best course of action."

"You were wrong. My father isn't destroyed," Jack said.

"No one is immune to mistakes, Jack, not even me. Your father was stronger than I gave him credit for. I don't know how he managed to keep enough control to actually cut out his infected Grace. I don't even know how he came up with the idea. It certainly never occurred to me as possibility," Chuck said. He held an impressed look on his face. His son shouldn't have been strong enough to even think of such an idea. He should've. Samael had always been one of the strongest and most resilient of his children.

"If you know you made a mistake, why didn't you fix it? Why did you leave him in Hell?" Jack asked.

"I didn't. That implies that I sent him to Hell in the first place. Michael did that. If you mean, why didn't I go to him, how do you think it would've worked out? How do you think it will work out now when he finally sees me again?" Chuck asked.

Jack didn't respond. God was right. His father wouldn't have responded well. He hated his father for the way he treated him. When they saw each other again, he would just tell God to go to Hell.

"My son is never going to forgive me. He will hate me for the rest of his life, and I can't say he's wrong to feel that way," Chuck said sadly. Everything he'd said to the fake version of his son was true. He was sorry for the way that he treated his son. He was sorry for trying to punish him for his own failures. But his remorse wouldn't make a difference. It was too late.

"Why are you really here? I mean, maybe you wanted to meet me, but there must be another reason," Jack said.

"There is," Chuck said before motioning to one of the tables, indicating for his grandson to sit.

Jack walked over to the table and sat down.

Chuck sat across from his grandson. "Jack, you haven't been in this world very long. In that short amount of time, you've felt more pain than anything else. Seconds after you drew breath, you had people trying to kill or use you. You were told about a father that was evil and how you'd be just like him."

"They were wrong. That thing wasn't my father," Jack said.

"You're right, and neither you or your father are evil. The point is, it hasn't been easy for you, and that is largely because of me and my angels. So, I've come to try to make it up to you. I couldn't do it with your father here because I knew he'd be… skeptical at the very least," Chuck said.

"How would you make it up to me?" Jack wondered. Honestly, he didn't think his life had been so bad. Yes, there were times that he felt badly about himself because of the first few weeks of his life, like the way Dean treated him at first, but he'd gotten past all of that. He had a family now. He had his father. Still, he wondered what his grandfather was planning to do.

"You tell me. Ask me for one thing, and it's yours. The only exception is that I will not bring your mother back. Death needs to start being respected. Oh, I also won't let you jump through that rift," Chuck said with a knowing look.

Jack smiled sheepishly for a second before the shock of what he'd just been told came back to him. He was being offered a gift by God himself. "I can ask for anything else."

Chuck nodded.

This was such a big thing for Jack. He was being given the opportunity to receive anything he wanted. It should be something that he struggled with, but it wasn't. He was pretty sure he knew what would make him the happiest. He'd been thinking about it a little bit lately. However, it was a huge thing, and something he wasn't going to be able to take back. He really had to think it through. "Can I have some time to think about it."

"I would suggest it. Take a day or two before you decide, because as you were just thinking, it is big, and you can't take it back," Chuck said.

"You can read my mind?" Jack asked.

He chuckled. "I'm God, Jack. I can do pretty much anything."

"How will I reach you? Do I just pray?" Jack asked.

"Oh, I'm not going anywhere. Clearly, someone needs to keep an eye on you to keep you from disobeying the orders your father gave you. Rowena doesn't appear to be up for the challenge," Chuck said.

Jack blushed for a minute, and then stood up. He headed out of the room. He needed time to think about this.