LXX. Good Times Bad Times

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Season Thirteen

[Lost and Found]

Plans... but you gotta wait : )

Sam and Nate entered the bedroom to find Jack, fully grown, eyes glowing gold.

"Father?" Jack asked.

They stared at one another. Jack stood and Sam and Nate took a step back.

OUTSIDE

Dean and Holly knelt beside Cas. Dean and Holly stood and ran toward the house.

INSIDE

"No, no no. No. He and I aren't your father, Jack. It is Jack, right?" Sam told him.

Jack's eyes were still glowing. "Father."

A door opened and there were footsteps.

"Sam? Sammy? Nate?" Dean and Holly called.

"We're in here." Sam answered.

Dean and Holly came in, Dean's gun drawn, behind Sam and Nate. He saw Jack, and immediately fired at him.

"No!" Sam and Nate cried.

Jack began screaming, and waves of light came off of him. It blasted the windows out of the upper floor of the cabin. Dean, Holly, Nate, and Sam moved in slow motion throughout; and once Jack stopped screaming, they were thrown against the wall. All were knocked out.

Dean, Holly, Nate and Sam were standing outside the cabin. Mary entered from behind.

"Get away from them." Mary ordered.

"Mary, right?" Lucifer asked. "Look, seriously, I just wanted to say thank for everything. I owe you, kid."

Mary had the Enochian-warded brass knuckles behind her back.

"Mom, mom, mom." Sam repeated.

Mary looked at Sam, Dean, and Holly. "I love you."

She walked toward Lucifer. Flames crackled and she stopped and looked down. She was engulfed in flames. She screamed.

"Mom!" Dean and Holly cried.

Mary rose into the air and was burning on the bedroom ceiling. Flames erupted.

Dean and Holly's eyes shot open. He, Holly, Nate, and Sam woke.

"Wait, was that-" Dean began.

"Lucifer's son." Sam and Nate explained.

Dean grabbed his gun and they exited the cabin.

"Can he teleport?" Holly wondered.

Nate looked at her in confusion. "Huh?"

"The kid. Does he have wings?"

"I don't know."

They looked around the empty cabin yard.

Jack was walking barefoot down a path through the woods. Bare everything. He saw Pirate Pete's Jolly Treats in the distance through the trees, and stared.

The Pirate Pete jingled as a young man dropped hash browns into a fryer. "First batch is down."

Clark was changing the menu so that various item names read "BUTT" instead. "Dude. Check it."

"Check what?"

"This! Can I interest you in a Cheesebutt? Or maybe a Salty Butt Combo? Or perhaps my favorite - the Buttshake."

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