American Girl

01. Lost and Found

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

"Father?" Jack asked.

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

OUTSIDE

Dean knelt beside Castiel. He stood and ran toward the house.

INSIDE

"No, no no. No. I'm not 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?" Dean called.

"I'm in here," Sam answered.

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

"No!" Sam 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 and Sam moved in slow motion throughout; and once Jack stopped screaming, they were thrown against the wall. Both were knocked out.

Dean 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 and Dean. "I love you."

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

"Mom!" Dean cried.

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

Dean's eyes shot open. He and Sam woke.

"Wait, was that-" Dean began.

"Lucifer's son," Sam informed.

Dean grabbed his gun and they exited the cabin.

"Can he teleport?" Dean wondered.

Sam looked at him, confused. "Huh?"

"The kid. Does he have wings?"

"I don't know."

They looked around the empty cabin yard.

Dean frowned, seeing a girl walking up. "Kid, go home. I don't have time for this."

Ainsley frowned. "Hell of a way to treat your kid. Made some inquiries and snooped. 17 years ago, Lizzy Harris had a baby. That was me."

"Where's your mom?"

"Dead. No family apart from you and Sasquatch here."

Dean pinched the bridge of his nose. "Get in the car. We'll deal with this later."

She nodded and got in the car, looking around, then at the radio. "This thing is ancient."

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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."