"He seemed nice. He only said hello to me, but - I don't think that version of him owed anybody anything. Are all of your brothers alive?" He looked a little thoughtful at the idea and wondered why he had never thought to ask more about him, or his uncle Michael or Raphael. It's not like he could ask now, though, none of them were alive. Well, Michael, but he doubted he'd be seeing him any time soon or that he'd even want to talk to him.
"God left Heaven a long time ago,and no one has ruled it except Michael, but he's been in Hell for over a decade." He really wondered now how different their tow existences were. Everything in his life seemed like a mystery to him, and maybe he'd judged him too harshly before and not given him chance.
"The way it was explained to me by Billie - Death -was that as long as both darkness - Amara - and light -Chuck - were omitted, then everything would still be in balance, and nothing would suffer from the loss. And there were only about a handful of angels in Heaven, I made a few but there wasn't a lot."
Jack sighed. "Everyone says that, I'm young and it'll be worth it in the end. But it won't. Dying taking out Dean and Sam's biggest threat was how I was going to redeem myself to them. I don't even know what happens to Sam. Dean dies. I'm sure Casdies but he won't tell me. And I become God and I don't fix any of it."
His response was to stand up and wait for Lucifer to move. "I don't drink hard liquor, just beer," he said, and then thought about it. They obviously didn't care enough about him other than to spew a few words about the future at him, expect him not to have questions and just accept it, and then not speak to him again, he didn't have to respect the hard liquor 'rule' they'd given him a long time ago. It wasn't like he could get drunk. Could he?
"Actually, I just never tried it before. Is it good?"