It was Saturday now. Jack sat at the kitchen counter, a sketchbook and pencils before him. He seemed fully engrossed in what he was doing as May leaned over him. An incredibly detailed drawing of a man in a trenchcoat stared back at her. Currently he was focused on perfecting the rough outline of (somewhat tattered) wings spread behind him.

"Who's that?" she asked him.

He didn't startle, he seemed to know she'd been standing behind him. "Castiel. He's my father."

She smiled a little. "Is this your first in that sketchbook?"

"Yeah." His focus didn't leave the page.

Seeing that he didn't want to talk, she left him alone.

It was nearly half an hour later when Peter came in with the worst bedhead most people would ever see.

"Hey Aunt May. Hey Jack," he mumbled as he trudged over to the counter, taking a seat beside Jack. The nephilim had finished Castiel and was now beginning on a woman. "Who're you drawing?"

Jack glanced up at him, then back down. "My mom."

Peter nodded, then went back to poking at his cereal with his spoon.

May sighed as she walked over. "Peter, eat your breakfast."

He groaned, but slowly obliged.

She laughed a little, then glancing at the time, gave him a little peck on the cheek and headed out the door, calling "Work stuff" over her shoulder.

"Ow!" Claire shrieked as she fell to the ground. She glanced around. "How did I get here?" The last thing she remembered was walking to the park with Kaia... Kaia! She began to pull herself up, but tripped as soon as she stood, landing on her sore arm.

"Claire?"

"Kaia!"

"Where are we?"

"I don't.. Know." Sitting, she looked around the alley they had wound up in. Glancing at the wall, she was startled. Right there, sitting and sketching just on the other side of the window was Jack. Leaping up, she ran to the door to the building. She knew Kaia was following her.

Skidding to a halt, she knocked on the door.

A boy opened it.

"Excuse me, but I thought I saw J- my brother in here."

The boy was confused but shouted back into the house. "Hey, Jack, there's a girl here saying you're her brother."

And then he was there, in the same jacket he had been wearing when they met, and he was hugging her, and she was hugging him back. Then he was hugging Kaia and they were crying and through her sobs, she managed to choke out, "We thought we'd never see you again."

And the joy was gone, now he was just sad. "They're going to worry. How did you get here?"

"We don't really know," Kaia told him quietly.

He sighed, and gestured for them to come in.

Peter was the only one who saw Jack's sketchbook laying open on a drawing of the two girls, holding hands and walking down the street.

Not much had happened since he was gone. Mary, Maggie, Sam, Dean, Cas, and Rowena were staying in the bunker. Patience, Kaia, and Donna were staying with Jody, Claire, and Alex. Alex had gotten a job working as a nurse, and they were all grieving his "loss".

"Cas knows I'm alive."

"He knows you were alive. He doesn't know if you still are, or if you'll be able to get back."

Peter came in then. "I called Aunt May. She's making arrangements to adopt Claire and to have Kaia stay here as well."

Claire gave him a grateful look and Kaia thanked them.

"We're just hoping that no one finds your sudden appearances too strange. The last thing we need is people asking questions about where you came from."

The girls smiled.

"Probably won't be long before Mr. Stark shows up with more questions," Peter added, looking at Jack.

He smiled. "I'll just tell him Claire is my half-sister and Kaia's her girlfriend. It's the truth." He hated lying, so he would try to be as truthful as possible without revealing too much.

"He's going to keep pressing you until he gets more answers."

"I won't give him them."

"You know that won't stop him."

Jack sighed. "I'll tell him what is necessary, when it's necessary, and that is not now. Besides, he already knows plenty from the bugs."

"There are bugs in the house?" Kaia interjected.

"Not anymore," Peter assured her.

"Who was it?" Claire asked, worried.

"A guy that I know... he didn't trust Jack. We didn't find the bugs until after an important conversation-- which he heard all of."

"And you're certain there are none left?"

"We checked thoroughly."

Both girls relaxed a bit.

"What about rooms?" Claire asked.

"We had two guest rooms, but Jack's in one. Guess you'll have to share, if that's alright."

Kaia giggled.

"But my aunt doesn't want any stuff going on in there."

They glanced at each other. "We won't," they chorused, then broke out into laughter.