Lucas came downstairs, intending to serve himself a glass of wine. But his eyes widened in shock when he saw Phillip Constantine, sitting comfortably on the sofa in his living room. "What the...?!" Lucas exclaimed. He was stunned. "What are you doing here in my place... and how the heck did you even get here?!" Phillip looked up, and took a quick sip from the glass of wine in his hand, smiling. "Oh... I think I should have knocked. But I needed a place to stay, so I told your security I was your guest." Lucas's anger flared up. "Those bunch of idiots! Why did they just let you in without informing me?!" "Hey buddy, calm down. Okay? I just needed a place to stay, so I thought it wise to come here since we're now partners with a common goal. Where I was hiding isn't too comfortable... that's why I'm here, Lucas," Phillip said. Lucas frowned. "That doesn't explain why you think you can just barge into my home. It f*ucking doesn't explain why the heck you're here!" "Home yo

"Wait, honey... I think I have a plan too... One that will blow your mind," Mrs. Winchester announced excitedly. She motioned towards her husband. Mr. Winchester inquired, "And... what's that got to be, Miranda?" His expression showed his eagerness to know what his wife had in mind. Mrs. Winchester sat next to her husband, ready to reveal her plan. "So... you're going to call our daughter and let her know that I'm very ill... I mean, on the verge of dying anytime soon. Tell her that I have some organs failing and that you're afraid I have little time left to live... Just... come up with something she's easily going to believe." Mr. Winchester's face lit up with admiration. "That's superb, Miranda. I married a smart woman indeed. That way, we'll get her to come see you on your 'sick bed,' and then we'll take it from there." Mrs. Winchester smiled, a villainous glint in her eye. "Sounds like a perfect idea, Henry. But... don't forget we need to arrange things with Dr. Smith. I k