Lucifer walks closer, not quite sitting down. He puts his hands on the back of the empty chair, looking at Jack with piqued curiosity. And... some small realization.]
Family, huh?
So it's true. You're an angel, aren't you?
[A pause, and he smiles slightly.]
No... No, you're different. You're nephilim.
I have to say — after everyting angels have done to him, I'm surprised Sam Winchester would play house with one and make a little lovechild.
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Lucifer walks closer, not quite sitting down. He puts his hands on the back of the empty chair, looking at Jack with piqued curiosity. And... some small realization.]
Family, huh?
So it's true. You're an angel, aren't you?
[A pause, and he smiles slightly.]
No... No, you're different. You're nephilim.
I have to say — after everyting angels have done to him, I'm surprised Sam Winchester would play house with one and make a little lovechild.