In the rear seat of the Impala on the way back to the Bunker, Eden sat with Jack's head in her lap, stroking his hair gently as he slept with a small smile on her face.
"Hey, we've still got at least twelve hours until we're home." Sam spoke up, looking at his brother. "Do you want me to drive?"
"Do I ever want you to drive?" Dean countered.
The younger brother sighed.
"Look, losing mom and Cas, it's a lot to process, Dean. Especially on no sleep. And the kid-"
"The kid?" Dean cocked a brow. "Come on, man, you know how this plays out. Look, when we try to bend the rules - pretending that the bad guys aren't so bad or thinking that things are gunna get fixed, that's when the people that we care about get hurt. And then we end up doing what we shoulda done in the first place, which is end the problem. So, this time, let's start with the obvious; as soon as I find out a way to take care of 'it.'"
"Are you seriously still on that crap?" Eden hissed, earning a glare from the older brother in the rear view mirror.
"Dean, the 'problem' might be our only shot at saving mom." Sam said.
"Mom's gone." Dean replied, glancing to his younger brother. "There's no fixing that."
"I'm not so sure." Eden frowned.
"Oh, what a surprise. Vampy Pants has an opinion." Dean huffed.
The girl's brows raised at his audacity.
"You can call me Eden if you're going to be like that. That nickname is reserved for when you're not being a dick." She sneered. "I was just going to say that if there's one thing I know about Lucifer, it's that he hates being alone. Abandonment issues one-o-one. That's why he stuck around with me for as long as he could my whole life. So, he'd need some company in the apocalypse world. The likeliest scenario is that he's torturing her."
"That's comforting..." Dean grumbled. "And doubtful."
"It gives you a reason to move forward and try and get her back." Eden pointed out. "But, you won't be able to do much if you're starving yourself of sleep. So, listen to your brother and either let him drive or stop at a hotel in the next town."
The older brother glanced to Sam, who shrugged.

"This is a bad idea, we shoulda just kept driving." Dean grumbled, walking through the halls of hotel they'd found.
"Dude, you were hallucinating sheep on the road." Sam retorted. "We need a few hours."
They entered their hotel room, a large one with a red and blue colour scheme.
"This is nice." Jack grinned, looking around at everything.
"Let's ward the room, get a bite, get a few hours of sleep - hit the road first thing." Sam suggested.
Whilst the brothers and Eden warded the place, Jack sat on the end of a small bed in the corner of the room, flicking on the TV, entirely entranced by Scooby-Doo on the screen.
"Hey, no." Dean walked over, grabbing the remote from the top of the box.
"But-" Jack cut himself off as Scooby spun his tail around, making a propeller as he sat on a log on a lake.
Dean lost himself for a moment, chuckling at the cartoon.
"No." He quickly said again, turning the TV off. "And you're on the couch, sport. Alright? So, why don't you go over there, sit down and read a book. We're outta here in a few hours."
He threw a Bible onto the couch across the room.
Jack sat down, picking up the book and turning to a random page.
"Jack, hey, I can take the couch. Why don't you-"
"No, no. It's fine." The boy smiled, cutting Sam off. The Winchester nodded, grabbing his backpack. Jack turned to Eden, who sat down next to him. "Would you read to me?" He held out the book for her.
"Of course I can." Eden replied, taking it from him to find Genesis.
"If you're gunna do that crap, do it quietly." Dean grumbled, turning to face away from them in bed.
Eden rolled her eyes before sitting back in the couch to get comfortable. Jack rested his head on her shoulder so that he could read along with her.
"In the beginning, God created the Heavens and the Earth. Now, the Earth was formless and empty, darkness was over the surface of the deep and the spirit of God was hovering over the waters. God said 'let there be light', and there was light." As she read, Sam watched from his bed, smiling to himself.
He couldn't help but think what an incredible mother she'd make when the time came for them to have their own children. He closed his eyes, drifting off to the sounds of her hushed voice reading the passages.
Every so often, Jack would stop her and ask questions and she would answer them honestly. Soon enough, they'd given up on reading the bible entirely and resorted to Eden telling Jack the story of the beginning, plus her life and family in the Garden, in her own words.

After they'd finished their little story-telling session, Eden quietly snuck the car keys from Dean's bedside, taking Jack to go and get them some food for when the boys woke up.
When they did, Eden threw the car keys at Dean.
"Stole your car."
"You did what?" He scoffed.
"I bought you a burger and some beer though, so shut up and come eat."
"Extra bacon?" He cocked a brow.
"Extra everything except the green stuff."
"You know me so well..." Dean breathed, walking over to the coffee table in front of the couch, earning a light chuckle and a head shake from Sam.
The older brother watched as Jack tucked into his first bite of the burger. And then the second and the third.
"You can slow down, you know?" He commented. "The stuff's not gunna disappear."
"You ever seen you eat, Dean?" Sam cocked a brow.
Dean frowned, putting his burger down to grab a beer from the centre of the table.
Jack watched him and did the same.
"Wait, wait, wait, wait..." Dean held up a hand at him. "How old do you think you are?"
"Three days, seventeen hours and forty-two minutes." Jack replied.
The older brother frowned, glancing to Sam and Eden. Sam gave a mouth shrug, Eden just looked amused.
Dean sighed, lifting is beer up to his mouth.
Again, Jack watched and did the same.
Dean wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
Jack did the same.
Sam and Eden looked between the two of them before glancing at each other.
"Not the brother I'd pick to be the little Squab's role model, but hey ho..." She chuckled.
"'Squab?'" Sam frowned.
"Yeah. It's what a baby pigeon is called." Eden shrugged. "Thought it suited him."
The younger brother chuckled at the connection, shaking his head.
"This book, it mentions my father." Jack said, pointing to the Bible. "Not Castiel, but Lucifer. Eden said the story of him wasn't right."
"Oh, yeah, yeah, he's big in the Bible - lotta screen time." Dean replied, taking another bite of his burger. "But Eden's right. The Bible got it wrong. Go figure."
"And you knew him?" Jack pressed.
"He's not really an easy guy to know." Sam explained. "We're lucky we have Eden for all the insider information, you know? He's kinda rough around the edges."
Jack gave an understanding nod.
"He's Satan." Dean continued.
"And that's... That's bad." Jack raised his brows.
"Damn straight." The older brother replied. "See, he turned on his father, God..."
"God, he's in here too. He locked Eden away, but the book didn't say anything about her." The Nephilim said. "Is he famous and she's not or something?"
Sam gave a breathy chuckle.
"Yeah, God basically created everything. His sister created Eden, but the book doesn't say anything about that because it's designed to make God look good. It leaves out most of his bad parts." Sam nodded. "Doesn't mention his sister, at all."
"And then he skipped out, leaving guys like us to clean up his messes, like Lucifer." Dean finished.
"So... God's like my grandfather. He's family and that's... That's good." Jack watched as the older brother brushed the crumbs off his hands, then proceeded to do the same once again.
"Sometimes." Dean mumbled, picking up his beer before sitting back and putting a foot up on the coffee table, making Jack do the same. "Okay, would you stop?"
"He's learning, Dean." Eden huffed. "Give him a break."
"So, Jack. We know Kelly taught you things before you were born and you can obviously, you know, make people and things move with your mind, but, um, what else can you do?" Sam asked.
"I... Don't know." Jack frowned.
"Okay, say, for instance, you wanted to be someplace else right now." Sam started. "Could you?"
Jack stared blankly at him.
"Can you teleport?" Dean elaborated.
"Teleport..."
"Yes... If you wanted to be on the other side of that door, right this instant, what would you do?" The older brother gestured to the hotel room door to the right of them.
Jack looked over at it and then got up, moving towards the door. He reached for the handle, opened it and walked through, closing it behind him.
Dean sighed, rolling his eyes.
Eden sat there chuckling to herself.
"Great..." The Winchester mumbled, sipping his beer.
After a couple of seconds, there was a light knock on the door.
"You know, it's possible he's more Human than we thought." Sam commented, getting up to open the door for the Nephilim.
"Like that." Jack looked awfully proud of himself as he stepped back into the room, Sam closing the door behind him.
"Like this." Eden giggled, zapping out.
Sam opened the door again, letting her in before sitting back down.
"Come on, you trying to tell me you didn't pick up anything before you were born? What, your father never reached out to you?" Dean scoffed.
Jack seemed to go somewhere in his head, expressing a deep set frown.
"What?" The older brother pressed.
"Jack..." Sam called out, lightly. "Hey, you alright?"
"Jack." Eden practically whispered, touching his arm. It made him jump. Eden jolted her hand away. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you."
"Yeah, uh... I'm good." Jack inhaled deeply. "It's okay, I'm good."
A creek on the floorboards outside the room grabbed their attention.
Eden quickly guided Jack to the other side of the room as Dean moved towards the door and Sam took out his gun.
The older brother flung the door open and dragged the figure in - a short man in a trench coat and trilby hat - throwing him to the floor with a grunt.
"Donatello?" Sam frowned.
Eden and Jack walked over as the younger brother lowered his gun.
"Sam, Dean, Eden." He greeted, his voice strained and slightly winded. "Is God with you?"
Dean helped him up, sitting him on the couch. The Prophet took off his hat, fanning himself with it.
"Are you okay?" Sam asked.
"Pretty much." Donatello replied, panting. "No soul, of course, thanks to Amara. You know, it's kinda like losing your appendix - you never noticed it when you had it. But now, when I come to a moral crossroad, I ask myself 'what would Mister Rogers do?' And, as soon as I nail that, I'm usually good."
"Might have to use that mantra on occasion." Eden commented.
"Why are you here?" Dean asked.
"Yes... That is the question we all must ask." Donatello breathed, earning an eye roll from the older brother.
"Why are you in Wyoming?" He pressed.
"Oh! Uh, well," The older man cleared his throat. "After God left, I said to myself; 'Donatello, you are so retired.' I mean, who needs a Prophet of God when there is no God? So, a few days ago, I'm online, checking out condos in Boca, and I am knocked off my feet by this weird wave of power. Not like God's, more like... Something new, something fresh. I was drawn to it. It's here. Wow. Right here. It's..." He leaned forward in his seat, looking up at Jack. "You. Who are you?"
"I'm... Jack." The boy frowned.
"Jack is a Nephilim." Sam explained.
"A child of a Human and an Angel." Donatello breathed.
"Archangel, actually." The younger brother corrected. "Um... Lucifer."
"Lucifer?" The Prophet repeated.
"It..." Sam cut himself off, turning to Jack. "Donatello, here, is a Prophet."
"Which means he has a direct line to God, or Heaven." Dean continued.
"Not so much anymore." Donatello corrected, getting up to see Jack properly. "Look at you. Waves of power... So intense."
"You feel it too?" Eden frowned.
"Maybe less Human than we thought." Dean mumbled to Sam.
"Fascinating." Donatello breathed. "You know, I met your father. But your power's nothing like his. Not dark, not toxic."
"Is that so?" Sam asked, glancing to Dean from the corner of his eye.
"Not yet." Dean grumbled.
"If Jack is sending out a signal strong enough to get Donatello all the way out here... The Angels are still out there, I mean, who knows what else might be listening." Sam pointed out. "He needs protection."
"I have Eden." Jack replied, offering the girl a bright smile. "She'll protect me."
"Not exactly what I meant, Jack." The younger brother sighed. "We're gunna need a tattoo studio."
Dean also sighed, rolling his eyes and moving over to the coffee table to grab his car keys.

There was only one tattoo studio in the city still open.
Jack took off his t-shirt and laid on the black leather reclining chair. Sam quickly drew up a copy of the anti-possession tattoo he, Dean and Eden all shared and laid it out by Jack's collar bone, showing the male tattoo artist.
"Okay, we need something like this, round about here." The younger Winchester said. "Uh, you know what? Exactly like that."
The artist picked up the piece of paper, frowning down at it.
"And you're cool with this..?" He asked, looking passed the paper at Jack.
"Yeah." Jack replied as though it were the most obvious thing in the world.
"Turn the damn thing on and start buzzin'." Dean grumbled, stood to the side of Jack next to Eden with his arms crossed.
"Uh, we're siblings. It's kinda like a family crest." Sam explained, showing the artist his tattoo, prompting Dean and Eden to do the same.
The brothers stepped back towards the shop window to have their own little conversation.
"Will it hurt?" Jack asked.
"It might sting a bit, but you'll be fine." Eden nodded, giving him a reassuring smile as she placed her hand on his bare shoulder.
At the first contact with the tattoo gun, Jack jumped. The motor sent sparks everywhere and the artist flew across the room, colliding heavily with the wall.
Eden's eyes widened.
"Did you do that?" Dean hissed as the boy.
"I'm not sure..." Jack frowned. "It hurt."
"It's just because you weren't ready for it, honey. You'll be okay. You just need to take a few deep breaths." Eden reassured him.
"See, sometimes things 'hurt', so, you just man up and deal with it." Dean said, earning a warning look from Eden.
"Yes, I understand." Jack nodded as Sam helped the artist up. "Pain is a part of the complete Human experience. Accepting it is a sign of maturity."
Dean glanced between the Nephilim and Eden, who smirked up at him.
"Uh... I think your machine fritzed out a little there, you might wanna get that looked at." The older brother said to the tattoo artist.

"Okie dokey..." The artist uttered when done with the anti-possession symbol and an Angel warding sigil.
Jack looked down at his chest, then sat up.
"Looks good, Jack." Sam nodded.
The Nephilim looked down again as the fresh ink glowed gold, then disappeared.
"Well, there's your second sign." Dean mumbled.
"That's hardly a sign that he's the bloody Antichrist." Eden huffed, handing Jack his shirt. "For all we know, they could still be functional, just hidden."
She then went over to the counter where the artist met her, and paid for the tattoos.

Back at the hotel, Donatello was still there.
Jack was sat on the couch, the three men and Eden stood a few feet away, whispering to each other.
"He blasted the guy across the room. I'm surprised he was still able to tattoo the kid." Dean hissed.
"He didn't do it on purpose." Sam pointed out.
"Who cares if he didn't do it on purpose? He did it." The older brother retorted. "We didn't see Cas smiting someone everytime he got his teeth cleaned."
"No, but you did see me accidentally smite thirty-odd Angels once upon a time." Eden pointed out.
"That was different, you were protecting me." Dean replied.
"Yeah, and he was protecting himself." The Dark Angel spat.
"I'm right here, you know." Jack spoke up.
"Yeah, and what about the vanishing tattoos." Dean continued, motioning to the boy.
"An Archangel healing itself." Donatello shrugged.
"Another reflex." Sam added.
"Or maybe, he didn't wanna be warded." Dean countered.
"Jesus, you are bloody hopeless." Eden sighed, rolling her eyes. "If you'd have seen what Pigeon and I saw, we wouldn't be having this conversation."
"Yes, we would. Because he showed you what he wanted you to see." The older brother replied.
"Exactly. He wanted to prove to us that he's good and he can bring goodness to the world."
"Okay, yeah, Jack is on Lucifer's family tree." Sam started. "But we don't know if that DNA is stronger than Kelly's, or his connection with Cas and Eden."
"Oh, you mean the connection that got Cas killed?" Dean sneered.
"I'm just saying, Jack doesn't have to be evil. We can teach him not to be." Sam replied.
"Ah, the nature versus nurture conundrum." Donatello nodded, placing his hand on Sam and Dean's shoulders. They both verbally protested, leading Donatello to awkwardly put his hands back down. "Speaking not as a Prophet but as a scientist, I don't think teaching him is in the cards. It's like asking a lion not to be a lion."
"But this isn't a lion, this is a Human!" Sam hissed.
"With a strong dose of God juice." The Prophet countered.
"Eden was born Human and force-fed dark God juice and she's fine!" The younger brother retorted. "So fine, in fact, that Jack chose her to guide him!"
"Okay," Dean interjected. "That's it, I'm done, alright? 'Cause he's not God, he's not Cas, he's not Eden, he's not Simba, he's the freakin' Devil!"
They all looked back at Jack, but he'd vanished.
"Probably shouldn't have taught him to use his wings so prematurely..." Eden thought aloud, sighing. "I'll go find him..."

Eden landed outside of the hotel, where Jack was on the floor, hugging his knees against the vibrant blue painted wall.
"Jack, honey?" She called out gently. "Are you okay?"
He jumped, too caught up inside his head to notice she was there.
"Dean hates me." He mumbled.
Eden sighed, walking over to sit next to him on the floor.
"He just doesn't realise how good you can be - how good you are." She told him, placing a hand on his shoulder. "He'll come around eventually."
"Maybe if I showed him what I showed you and Castiel-"
"I'm not sure that would do any good." Eden cut him off. "He thinks you showed us what you wanted us to see, like you were lying to us. Now, I know you weren't, Castiel knew you weren't, but Dean's not like us. He doesn't have faith in anything that isn't his family - even then it can be a bit sketchy at times..."
"I just want him to like me..." Jack whispered to avoid his voice cracking through tears, resting his head on her shoulder.
"Why do you want his approval so badly?" She asked, taking his hand.
"You're all the family I have." The boy replied.
"Hey." Sam's voice took them from their thoughts. They looked up to see him standing a couple of feet away. "Hey, bud. We, uh, we've been looking for ya."
Jack sniffed, taking his head from Eden's shoulder and rubbing his nose with his jacket sleeve.
"I'm sorry, I... Everyone was so angry." He mumbled.
"Yeah, and... I suppose you wanted to be away from it." Sam observed.
"And suddenly, I was."
"I'll tell you what, you've got some special skills, Jack, that's for sure." The Winchester said, grabbing a crate from beside the dumpster next to them to sit on. "You just need to make sure to get a grip on 'em, so... So you don't hurt anybody."
"Is that why Dean hates me?" Jack asked.
"Dean doesn't hate you. It..." Sam sighed. "Look, sometimes the wires in Dean's head get crossed and he gets frustrated, and then he mixes frustration with anger and fear."
"Why would he be afraid?" Jack gave a confused frown.
"Because Dean feels like it's his job to protect everyone." Sam explained. "And right now, we need to protect you. But we may also need to protect people from you."
Jack looked down at the sidewalk, thinking the words over in his head.
"Maybe I'm not worth all this..." He uttered.
"No." Eden squeezed his hand. "Don't you dare think that, okay? You are more than worth it. Do you understand me? And I promise I'll make sure you never feel the need to say those words again."
"Your mom thought you were. So did Cas." Sam added. "And I've never seen Eden like this before. Ever since she first laid eyes on you, I saw her change. And that makes me believe you're worth it too."
"Come on, let's get you inside." Eden whispered, rubbing the boy's upper arm. "This pavement isn't the comfiest I've ever given a pep talk on."
Sam chuckled, getting up from the crate, holding out a hand each for the pair.