Sam was sitting in the guest house he shared with Gabriel sitting on the couch. He had his computer in front of him and was video chatting with his mom.

"It's good to see you, honey," Mary said.

"You too, Mom. I see you managed well with the instructions I gave you for video chatting," Sam said with a smile.

"Well, I admit, it took me a few tries to actually get correctly," Mary said.

"So, where are Dean and Cas?" Sam asked.

"On a hunt in Idaho. They just checked in an hour ago. They think it's a werewolf," Mary said.

"Well, let me know if anything happens," Sam said. He didn't hunt anymore, but he still worried about his family doing it, and if he needed him to help, he would do so.

"I will, but I think they'll be fine. If not, you know I'd go out immediately to help," Mary said.

Sam nodded.

"How are things there?" Mary asked.

"Pretty good. I'm bartending at Lucifer's club. He pays very well, not that I need it a lot since I'm essentially living with him. Plus, he and Gabriel make it really hard when I want to pay for something," Sam said in frustration. He'd tried to help Lucifer with bills or to pay rent, but he would hear nothing of it. And Gabriel kept insisting on buying him lavish things for him

"I still can't believe the Devil owns a night club. Then again, I still keep getting caught on the whole 'two Devils' thing. How's the baby doing?" Mary wondered.

"Jack's good for the most part. He was sick last night. No one handled that very well. Lucifer kicked Michael out because he was freaking out, which was making Lucifer freak out more," Sam said.

"Which probably made Jack freak out," Mary finished. No one handles it very well the first time they see a baby they love sick. The first time Dean was sick, your father lost it. He wanted to take him to the ER."

Sam chuckled. "From what I gather, both Lucifer and Michael wanted to do that too. Luckily, Lucifer's partner has a kid and came over to help."

"That's good. Is Jack doing better now?"

"Yeah, I just saw him and Lucifer. It's like nothing even happened," Sam said.

"Good. How about you and Gabriel?" Mary asked.

Sam hesitated a little before answering. "We're pretty good."

"Something tells me you're not being exactly truthful. Are you guys fighting?" Mary asked.

"No, it's just that I'm a little worried about Gabriel," Sam said.

"Why?" she asked.

Sam hesitated again, not sure if he should tell her. "Did Dean and Cas tell you about how we found Gabriel."

Mary looked at her son sadly. "Yeah. Dean said that Gabriel was hurt pretty badly by a demon. They said he was in bad shape for a while."

Sam felt a little better about talking to his mom about it, since she seemed to already know most of it. "It was terrible. Sometimes he still has problems. If I touch him when he doesn't see me, he flinches or yelps. I wanna help him, but I don't know if I can."

"That kind of thing is hard to get past. You know how hard it is."

"Yeah, but it's different when you're watching it happen to someone else. I just wish somebody could help him," Sam said.

"Well, Dean and Cas mentioned there was a shrink up there that Lucifer and Michael both talked to honestly. Is that an option?" Mary asked.

Sam shook his head sadly. "Even if Gabriel would agree to that, it's not an option right now. Doctor Martin just found out the truth about Lucifer and she didn't take it well."

"Okay, well, I'm sure you will help Gabriel through this."

Sam nodded and looked at the time in the corner of the computer. "I gotta go, Mom. I have to get ready to go to Lux."

"Okay. Call me when you get a chance, and I'll see you in a few weeks for Jack's birthday. I love you," Mary said.

"I love you too, Mom," Sam said before shutting the computer.


Michael sat with Linda in her office. "Thanks for letting me in."

"It's not like I could've stopped you," Linda said while avoiding his eyes. She knew she had no power to stop an archangel from coming into her office if he wanted to. She could still barely wrap her head around the fact that two of her patients were archangels, one also being the Devil. She was friends with an actual demon.

"I wouldn't have forced my way in, Linda. If you want me to leave, I will," Michael said. A few years ago, he would've forced his way in. He'd felt justified in doing whatever he wanted and not caring about the feelings of anyone less powerful than him. Humans, he especially felt unworthy of his consideration. That changed because of Linda and what she did for him.

"It's okay," Linda said quietly.

"I know that what Samael showed you must have been hard.

Linda shivered a bit. "He's the Devil. He was sent to Hell by God himself."

"He wasn't. He was sent to Hell by me. Remember?" Michael asked.

Linda nodded. She'd known that. That came out in therapy. Well, it had come out after a very volatile therapy session with Michael and his brothers. She supposed she forgot that after finding out the truth. Then, all she remembered was the stories she'd heard about God and the Devil.

"My father had no part of sending Samael to Hell. Well, other than being the reason why it had to happen. Samael wasn't sent to Hell because he was evil, even if there was physical darkness inside him at the time. He was sent there for his own protection. I hated myself for it, but I don't regret it. I'd do anything to protect him, even if it meant him hating me," Michael said.

"I know. I remember it all coming out. At the time, I remember thinking of all the things I knew about your father and thinking he was… abusive," Linda said. It seemed almost sinful to think that now. She was never really religious, but God actually existed, and as such, it felt like she'd be judged for even thinking he was a bad person.

"You shouldn't feel bad for thinking that. The asshole was. What else could wanting to kill your own son be if not abusive?" Michael asked. He'd heard his father's explanation for what he'd planned to do, but he didn't care. In the end, he was going to murder his own son.

"He…. He's God," Linda said as though it explained everything.

Michael nodded. "That doesn't mean he was a good father. To be frank, he was never really a father. He was barely around for any of us unless it suited him."

"This is all just so overwhelming. Lucifer is really the Devil. You and Amenadiel are archangels. Lucifer's child went from being a teenager to an infant. Is… Is he the Antichrist?" Linda asked.

"No. The Antichrist would be the child of a demon. Jack is what is called a Nephilim. He was born into a teenage body, but he wanted to experience a real childhood. Father give him that wish. It's probably the only time he ever did something good Samael," Michael said. He hadn't thought it was good at the time, but now when he looked at his brother and nephew, he knew it was for the best. "I know it's all really hard to deal with. I'll do anything I can to help you, Linda. I never really thought much of humans before, and I still think most really aren't worth my time, but you've taught me to start judging them differently. You helped me when I was pretty much out of my mind."

"I…I shouldn't judge either, not based on things I've heard. Much of what I've heard of Lucifer isn't true," Linda said. She needed to remember that. She needed to remember the people she knew before the truth was proven to her.

"No, it isn't," Michael agreed.

"Uh, I need a bit of time to think about all this, but I will get through it, and then I will reschedule yours and Lucifer's appointments," Linda said.

"Thank you. In the meantime, if you need anything from us, let us know," Michael said before getting up and heading out.