Dean is watching a beautiful woman, dressed as the Devil, dancing in front of him to Warrant’s “Cherry Pie”. “Oh, I take it all back,” he murmurs. “I love the Devil.” A second later, another girl appears, this time dressed as an angel. She dances with the Devil girl. “That’s what I call peace on Earth,” Dean says with a grin. The two girls come forward and lean toward him, then they lean back and Anna is standing just behind them. “Anna?” Dean says in surprise. “I was just uh... working on a case.” She smiles. “This is what you dream about?” “This is awkward,” Dean whispers. “Why are you gate-crashing my head, why don’t you just swing by the motel?” Anna walks over and sits beside him. “I can’t find you.” “Oh – Cas did this thing...” Dean begins. “Cas – right. Now there’s a friend you can count on,” Anna says. “What?” Dean says. “He didn’t tell you?” Anna says, looking annoyed. “Tell me what?” Dean asks. “Where I’ve been! Of course not, why would he?” she looks away. “Where have you been?” Dean asks. “Prison,” she says. “Upstairs. All the torture, twice the self-righteousness.” “Why wouldn’t he have told us where you were?” Dean wonders. “Cause he’s the one who turned me in!” she says. “Don’t look so shocked. He was always a good little soldier. Did anything under orders.” “I didn’t know,” Dean says earnestly. “Are you okay?” She looks at him. “No. And I don’t have long. I broke out – barely. They’re looking for me. If they find me...” “Okay. What do you need?” Dean asks. “Meet me – 225 Industrial,” she says. “And please – just hurry.” Dean wakes up suddenly.

Anna walks into an empty warehouse. She heads down the middle of the room, waiting, when she suddenly hears whispering. “Hello?” she calls. “Who’s there?” The lightbulbs start bursting, and Castiel appears behind her. “Hello, Anna.” “Well,” she says. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say the Winchesters don’t trust me.” “They do, I don’t,” Castiel replies. “I wouldn’t let them come.” “And why is that?” Anna asks. “If you’re out of prison, it’s because they let you out,” Cas says. “And they sent you here to do their dirty work.” “And what makes you so sure?” Anna asks. “Because I’ve experienced Heaven’s persuasion,” Cas says. “You mean when you gave me to them,” Anna snaps. “That was a mistake,” Cas admits. “Anna, whatever they sent you here to do...” “They didn’t send me,” she says. “I escaped.” “No one escapes,” Castiel says firmly. “All these centuries... and you’re underestimating me now?” Anna says. “If you’re not one of them, then what do you want?” Cas asks. “I wanna help,” she says. “You wanna help,” Cas repeats disbelievingly. “Yes,” she says. “Then what are you doing with that knife?” he asks. She pauses for a moment, then pulls the knife from her belt. “What, I’m not allowed to defend myself?” “Against whom?” Cas says. “That blade doesn’t work against angels, not like this one.” She glances down at the long thin knife in his hand. “Maybe you’re not working for Heaven, but there’s something you’re not telling me.” “Sam Winchester has to die,” she says after a moment of considering the knife.

“I’m sorry – but we have no choice. He’s Lucifer’s vessel.” “He’s not the only one,” Cas says. “What, that guy Nick? He’s burning away as we speak,” she says. “No. Sam is the only vessel that matters. You know what that means. If Lucifer can’t take Sam, his whole plan short circuits. No fight with Michael, no Croatoan virus. The Horsemen go back to their day jobs.” “Even if you could kill Sam,  Satan would just bring him back to life,” Cas says. “Not after I scatter his cells across the universe,” Anna replies. “They’ll never find him. Not all of him.” “I’ll find another way,” Cas says firmly. “How’s that going?” Anna asks sarcastically. “How’s the Colt working out? Or the search for God? Is anything working? If you want to stop the Devil, this is how.” “The answer’s still no,” Cas says. “Because Sam is my friend.” Anna stares at him. “You’ve changed.” “Maybe too late,” Cas replies, “But I have.” He turns to face her. “Anna, we’ve been through much together. But you come near Sam Winchester, and I’ll kill you.” Anna disappears, leaving Castiel standing alone.

A young man and woman are kissing in their car when suddenly Anna appears, falling onto the hood of the car. She’s bleeding from her mouth. “Oh my God!” the guy says, and they jump out of the car.  “Are you okay?” “We have to get her to a hospital,” the girl says, and they lift her up between them. On the wall as they pass by is a poster for the movie “Grease”.

Motel

“Really? Anna?” Dean says. Castiel is busy drawing a symbol. “I don’t believe it.” “It’s true,” Cas says, not looking up. “So she’s gone all Glenn Close,” Dean says. “That’s awesome.” “Who’s Glenn Close?” Castiel asks. “No one. Just a psycho bitch that likes to boil rabbits,” Dean says. “So, the plan to kill me – would it actually stop Satan?” Sam asks from where he’s sitting on the bed. “No Sam, come on,” Dean says. Sam ignores him. “Cas, what do you think? Does Anna have a point?” Castiel eyes Dean for a second, then replies “No. She’s a... Glenn Close.” “I don’t get it – we’re looking for the chick that wants to gank Sam? Why poke the bear?” Dean asks. “Anna will keep trying. She won’t give up until Sam is dead,” Cas replies. “So we kill her first.” He begins speaking in a different language, and the candle flares in front of him. He stumbles back, grabbing the chair to balance himself, then opens his eyes. “I found her.” “Where is she?” Dean asks. “Not where. When,” Cas says. “It’s 1978.” “What? Why 1978? I wasn’t even born yet,” Sam says, standing up. “You won’t be, if she kills your parents,” Cas explains. “Anna can’t get to you because of me. So she’s going after them.” “Take us back right now,” Dean says immediately. “And deliver you right to Anna? I should go alone,” Castiel says. “They’re our parents, Cas. We’re going,” Dean snaps. “It’s not that easy,” Cas says, turning away. “Why not?” Sam asks. “Time travel was difficult, even with the powers of Heaven at my disposal,” Castiel explains. “But you’re cut off,” Sam realizes. “So what, you’re like a Delorian without enough Plutonium?” Dean asks. “I don’t understand that reference. But I’m telling you, taking this trip – with passengers, no less – it’ll weaken me,” Cas says. Dean walks closer. “They’re our mom and dad. If we can save them? And not just from Anna – I mean if we can set things right? We have to try.”

Castiel packs his bag with holy oil and various other things. “Ready?” he asks. “Not really,” Sam says. “Bend your knees,” Dean tells him. Castiel touches them on the forehead.

The boys appear in the middle of a road, and a car almost hits them, twice. “Did we make it?” Sam asks. “Unless they’re bringing Pintos back into production, I’d say yes,” Dean says. They suddenly spot Castiel, leaning against a car, bleeding. “Hey take it easy – you alright?” Dean asks as the boys run up. “I’m fine,” Cas says. “I’m much better than I expected.” They help him up, even as he begins to cough blood and passes out. “He’s breathing – sort of,” Sam says. “What do we do?”

Outside a motel called “The Prairie Court Motel”, Sam looks through the phone book. Dean comes out a second later. They watch a couple walk by, and Sam laughs. “I mean, the moustaches alone!” “So I paid for Cas for five nights, up in the honeymoon suite,” Dean says. “I told the manager ‘do not disturb no matter what’. You know what he said to me? ‘Yeah, don’t sweat it. Wanna buy some dope?’ Dope. We oughta stick around here and buy some stock in Microsoft.” “Yeah we might have to, if Cas doesn’t recover,” Sam says. “Is he alright?” “What do I look like, Dr. Angel Medicine Woman?  He’ll wake up. He’s tough for a nerdy little dude with wings,” Dean says. “If he landed like that, hopefully so did Anna,” Sam comments. “Should buy us some time.” “So did you find them?” Dean asks. “Yeah,” Sam says, holding the page from the phone book. “The Winchesters – 485 Robin Tree.” “Let’s go pop in on the folks,” Dean says.

They pull up outside the Winchester’s house – the Impala is sitting outside. Sam hurries toward the door. “Sam, wait!” Dean says. “Dean, Anna could be here any second!” Sam argues. “What exactly are we gonna march up there and tell them?” Dean asks. “Uh, the truth?” Sam suggests. “What, that their sons are back from the future to save them from an angel gone Terminator? I mean come on, those movies haven’t even come out yet!” Dean says. “Well then tell her demons are after them – I mean, she thinks you’re a hunter, right?” Sam replies. “Yeah, a hunter who disappeared right when her dad died,” Dean says. “She’s gonna love me. Just follow my lead.”

John and Mary are inside, preparing for dinner. “How was work?” Mary asks. “It was uh – great,” John says, smiling. He reaches for some food, but she stops him. “Not until you wash up,” she says. “I love it when you get bossy,” he says, and they kiss. The doorbell rings, and she goes to answer it.

She freezes when she sees Dean. “Hi Mary,” Dean says. “You can’t be here,” she says. “I’m sorry if this is a bad time...” Dean begins. “You don’t understand. I’m not... I don’t do that anymore.” She glances at Sam, but he’s just staring at her. “I have a normal life now. You have to go.” “I’m sorry, but this is important,” Dean says, putting out his hand to stop her shutting the door. John walks up behind Mary, and he stops. “Sorry sweetie, they’re just...” Mary begins. “Mary’s cousins,” Dean says quickly. “We couldn’t stop in town without swinging by and saying hey, could we? Dean.” He holds out his hand. John shakes it. “You look familiar.” “Really?” Dean says. “Yeah, you do too actually. We must’ve met at some time. Small towns, right? Gotta love ‘em.” John smiles. “I’m John.” He holds out his hand to Sam, who is watching him with tears in his eyes. He quickly shakes John’s hand. “This is Sam,” Dean says quickly. “Sam? Uh, Mary’s father was a Sam,” John comments. “Oh, it’s a family name,” Dean replies. John glances at Sam, who is still holding onto his hand. “You okay pal? You look a little spooked.” “Oh yeah, yeah,” Sam says, quickly letting go. “Just... long trip.” “Well, Sam and Dean were just on their way out,” Mary says, smiling politely. “What? They just got here,” John says. “I’m always happy to meet folks from Mary’s side. Please – come in for a beer.” Dean smiles. “Twist my arm.” Mary gives him a long, warning look.

Inside, Sam can’t stop staring at Mary. She looks back at him awkwardly. “You’re sure you’re okay Sam?” John asks. “Yeah, yeah. I’m just um... you are so beautiful,” Sam says to Mary. “He means that in a non-weird, wholesome family kind of way,” Dean says quickly. “We haven’t seen Mary in quite some time, and see... she’s the spitting image of our Mom. I mean it’s – it’s...” “Eerie,” Sam says. “So, how are you guys related?” John asks. “You know – uh, distantly,” Dean says. “Oh, so you knew Mary’s parents,” John says. “Yeah, yeah. Mary’s dad was pretty much like a grandpa to us,” Dean says. “Wow. It’s tragic,” John says, putting his hand on Mary’s arm. “He had a heart attack.” Mary looks at Dean sharply. “Yes, it was,” Dean says. “So uh –what are you guys doing in town anyway?” John asks. “Uh, business, you know,” Dean says. “Oh yeah? What line of work?” John asks. “Scrap metal,” Dean says at the same time as Sam says “Plumbing.” Mary stands up. “Oh gosh, it’s almost seven. I hate to be rude, but I gotta get dinner ready.” “Well maybe they can stay,” John suggests. “I’m sure they have to leave,” Mary says firmly.  The phone rings. “Uh look, please stay?” John asks. “It would mean a lot to me. I haven’t met much of Mary’s side of the family.” He stands up to get the phone.

“Look, Mr. Woodson, I’m begging you to reconsider,” John says into the phone. “I’d like to, John. You’re a great mechanic, but times ain’t exactly rosy,” the man on the other end says. “But even just part time – I really need this job,” John says desperately. “Alright, look. Come on in right now. Let’s talk,” Mr. Woodson says. “Maybe we can figure something out.” “Seriously?” John says. “I’ll see you in ten minutes,” the man’s voice says – but on the other end of the phone, it’s coming from Anna’s mouth. “Don’t keep me waiting.”

“You have to leave now,” Mary says to the boys. “Okay, just listen,” Dean begins. “No, you listen. Last time I saw you, a demon killed my parents,” Mary says. “Now you waltz in here like you’re family? Whatever you want, no. Leave me alone.” “You and John are in danger,” Sam says quickly. “What are you talking about?” Mary says. “Something’s coming for you,” Dean says. “A demon?” she asks quietly. “Not exactly,” Dean replies. “What then?” she asks. “It’s kinda hard to explain, okay? It’s...” Dean begins. “An angel,” Sam interrupts. “What?” She laughs. “There’s no such thing.” “I wish,” Dean says. “But they’re twice as strong as demons, and bigger dicks.” “Why would an angel wanna kill us?” Mary asks. “It’s a long story, and we’ll tell you the whole thing, but right now you’ve gotta trust us, and we gotta go,” Dean says. “Look at my face and tell me if I’m lying to you.” Mary looks at him for a second. “Okay. Where do we go?” “Outta here. We gotta move now though,” Dean says. “Okay, but what do I tell John?” she asks. “Just tell him...” Dean stops, looking around. “John?” They head into the kitchen, and Mary notices a note by the phone. It says ‘Back in 15 – J’.

John heads into the garage, which is all dark. “Mr. Woodson?” he calls. “You still here?” He turns on the light, and spots a body. Mr. Woodson is dead, his eyes burned out. John backs away in horror, and turns to see Anna standing behind him. She grabs him by the jacket and throws him into a nearby shelf. He starts to get up. As she watches him, her vision starts to go blurry and her nose bleeds. John hits her with a crowbar, and she falls to the ground, but suddenly appears beside him again. She throws him over a car, and she turns just in time to see Dean, standing behind her with  the angel killing knife. She grabs his arm and his neck. “I wish I could say it’s good to see you, Anna,” Dean says. “You too, Dean,” she says, then throws him through a window, knocking him out. Anna turns again and sees Mary pick up the knife. John gets up in time to see her attack Anna. She manages to cut Anna’s hand and kick her, but then she disappears. She looks around until Anna appears behind her, and grabs her arm. “I’m sorry,” she says, and throws her through a car windshield. Mary pulls herself over the car and picks up a crowbar, sticking it into Anna’s chest. Anna coughs blood, but then pulls out the crowbar. “Sorry. It’s not that easy to kill an angel.” “No – but you can distract them,” Sam says. They turn to look at him – he’s painted a symbol in blood on the wall, and he puts his hand on it. Anna disappears. John looks at Mary in shock.

On the road

John is driving. Mary is in the passenger seat, and the boys are in the back of the Impala. “Monsters. Monsters?” John says. “Yes,” Mary says. “Monsters are real,” John says. “I’m sorry I didn’t know how...” she begins. “And you fight them?” John cuts in. “All of you?” “Yeah,” Sam says. John is silent for a second. “How long?” “All my life?” Mary says. “John, just try to understand...” “She didn’t exactly have a choice,” Dean begins, and Sam starts to open his mouth. “Shut up, all of you!” John says loudly. “Look, not another word or so help me I will turn this car around!” “Wow. Awkward family roadtrip,” Dean mutters to Sam. “No kidding,” Sam says.

They pull up in front of an old house and go in. Mary turns on the lights. “The place has been in the family for years.” She lifts the rug. “Devil’s trap. Pure iron fixtures, of course. There should be salt and holy water in the pantry... knives, guns...” “All that stuff’ll do is piss it off,” Sam says. “So what’ll kill it? Or, slow it down at least?” Mary asks. “Not much,” Sam says. “Great,” she replies. “He said not much,” Dean says. “Not nothing. We packed.” He puts his bag on the table and opens it, pulling out a piece of paper with a symbol on it. “We put this up, and she comes close? We can beam her right off the starship.” Sam picks up the jug. “This is holy oil. It’s kind of like a devil’s trap for angels. Come on. I’ll show you how it works.” Mary follows him. John watches her go awkwardly.

“Okay, what’s the deal with the thing on the paper?” John asks Dean. “It’s a sigil. It means...” Dean begins. “I don’t care what it means,” John interrupts. “Where does it go?” “On a wall or a door,” Dean says, looking slightly surprised. “How big should I make it?” John asks. “John...” Dean begins. “What?” he snaps. “Y’all might have treated me like a fool, but I am not useless. I can draw a damn – whatever it is – sigil.” “Why don’t you go help Sam out, okay?” Dean says. “Cause this has gotta be done... it’s gotta be done in human blood.” John takes the knife and cuts his hand. “So – how big?” Dean nods. “I’ll show you.” He laughs a little. “What?” John asks. Dean looks at him. “All of a sudden, you really remind me of my Dad.” John looks at him slightly weirdly.

John is painting the sigil on the door when Sam walks up. “That’s really good.” “You come to check on me?” John asks. “Uh, I wanted to say I’m sorry about all this. I know it’s a lot,” Sam says. “Look, how long have you known about this... hunting stuff?” John asks. “Pretty much forever,” Sam says. “My dad raised me in it.” “You’re serious? Who the hell does that to a kid?” John says, looking disgusted. “Well, for the record, Mary’s parents did,” Sam says. “I don’t care! I mean, what kind of irresponsible bastard let’s a child anywhere near a... you know, you coulda been killed!” John says. “I came kinda close,” Sam says, smiling slightly. “The number it must have done on your head,” John goes on. “Your father was supposed to protect you.” Sam looks at him hard. “He was trying. He died trying. Believe me.” He sits down on the windowseat. “I used to be mad at him, I mean I used to – I used to hate the guy. But now... I get it. He was just doing the best he could. And he was trying to keep it together, in this impossible situation. See... my mom... she was amazing. Beautiful. And she was the love of his life. And she got killed. And I think he would’ve gone crazy if he didn’t do something. Truth is, my dad died, before I got to tell him that... I understand. Why he did what he did. And I forgive him, for what it did to us. I do. And I just... I love him.” John nods.

Anna is standing outside. She turns. “Uriel.” A young African American man is standing behind her. “You look well.” “You shouldn’t have called. We’re under strict orders not to come down here,” he says, approaching her. “Much less take a vessel.” He studies her. “You’re not the Anna of now.” “No. But 30 years from now, I’m still your superior,” she says. “I need you to kill some humans.” “Always happy to do some smiting,” he replies. “But what’s going on?” “In the future, these people are going to kill you, Uriel,” Anna says. “I’m giving you the chance to kill them first.” He smiles. “Thank you.”

Mary is pouring the holy oil in a circle on the floor. She looks up at Dean as he walks in. “Okay. You said you’d explain everything when we had a minute. We have a minute. Why does an angel want me dead?” Dean glances around. “Because they’re dicks?” She laughs. “Not good enough. I didn’t even know they existed, and now I’m a target?” “It’s complicated,” Dean says, looking down. She stands up. “Fine. All ears.” “You’re just gonna have to trust me, okay?” Dean says. “I’ve been trusting you all day,” she reminds him. “It’s kinda hard to believe,” Dean says. “Alright then. I’m walking out the door,” she says. “I’m your son,” Dean says. She stops. “What?” Dean walks closer. “I’m your son. Sorry, I don’t know how else to say it. We’re from the year 2010. An angel zapped us back here... not the one that attacked you, friendlier.” “You can’t expect me to believe that,” she says. Dean looks at her. “Our names are Dean and Sam... Winchester. We’re named after your parents. When I would get sick? You would make me tomato rice soup. Cause that’s what your mom made you.” Mary stares at him, her eyes starting to well up. “And instead of a lullaby, you would sing ‘Hey Jude’,” Dean goes on. “That’s your favourite Beatles song.” She shakes her head, sniffing. “I don’t believe it. No.” “I’m sorry, but it’s true,” Dean says. “I raised my kids to be hunters?” she says. “No, no you didn’t,” Dean says quickly. “How could I do that to you?” she goes on. “You didn’t do it,” Dean insists. “Because you’re dead.” She blinks. “Oh God... what happened?” “The yellow-eyed demon,” Dean says. “He killed you, and John became a hunter to get revenge. He raised us in this life. Listen to me. A demon comes into Sam’s nursery, exactly six months after he’s born, November 2nd 1983. Remember that date, and whatever you do... do not go in there. You wake up that morning and you take Sam and you run.”

“It’s not good enough, Dean,” Sam says from the doorway. They both look at him. “Wherever she goes, the demon’s going to find her,” Sam goes on. “Find me.” “Well then what?” Dean asks. Sam sighs. “She can leave Dad. That’s what.” They both stare at him. “You gotta leave John,” Sam says. “What?” she gapes at him. “When this is all over... walk away,” Sam says. “And never look back.” “So we’re never born,” Dean realizes. “He’s right.” She shakes her head. “I can’t. You’re saying that your my children, and now you’re saying...” “You have no other choice,” Sam says. “There’s a big difference between dying and never being born,” Dean says. “And trust me, we’re okay with it. I promise you that.” “Well I’m not,” Mary snaps. “You think you can have that normal life that you want so bad, but you can’t,” Sam says. “I’m sorry. It’s all gonna go rotten. You are gonna die. And your children will be cursed.” Mary looks at both of them. “There has to be a way.” “No, this is the way. Leave John,” Dean says. “I can’t,” she says firmly. “This is bigger than us,” Dean says. “There is so many more lives at stake.” “You don’t understand. I can’t,” she says loudly. “It’s too late. I’m – I’m pregnant.” “Hey, we got a problem,” John says, walking in behind them. “Those blood things, the sigils? They’re gone.” “Gone as in...” Sam begins. “I drew one on the back of the door, I turned around, and I when I looked back again it was a smudge,” John says. Dean goes to look. Sure enough, they’re gone. “He’s right.” Mary checks the floor. “There’s no more holy oil.” A ringing fills the air suddenly. Sam draws the knife. They all cover their ears. The windows shatter.

The ringing slowly disappears, and they straighten up. The door flies open, and they turn to look. Uriel walks in. “Who the hell are you?” Dean asks. “I’m Uriel,” he says. “Oh come on,” Dean says, backing up. “Go,” Sam says to Mary and John, but Anna appears. “Well here goes nothing,” Dean says, and goes to stab Uriel while Sam goes after Anna. Both of them are thrown aside. Uriel begins to kick Dean. John spots the angel knife and goes to pick it up, but Anna steps on it. She throws him through the window as Mary screams. Uriel continues to attack Dean, and Anna walks toward Sam. He runs for the knife, but she pulls a pipe from the wall and stabs him with it. “Sammy!”

Outside, John is laying on the ground when a bright light appears in front of him.

Inside, Sam falls down, dying. “Sam!” Dean yells, but Sam is dead. Anna walks toward Mary. “I am really sorry.” “Anna,” a voice says, and she turns around. John is standing behind her, but it’s not John. “Michael,” she says. He walks forward and puts his hand on her chest. Blue flames fill her, and she screams and turns to ash. “Michael,” Uriel says from the doorway, “I didn’t know.” “Goodbye, Uriel,” Michael replies. He snaps his fingers, and Uriel is gone.

He turns back to Mary. “What did you do to John?” she asks. “John is fine,” he says. “Who – what – are you?” she asks. “Shhh,” he says, putting a finger to his lips. He reaches over and touches her on the forehead. She falls to the ground. Dean stumbles to the doorway, clutching his ribs. “Well I’d say this conversation is long overdue,” Michael says, smiling. “Wouldn’t you?” “Fix him,” Dean says, pointing at Sam. “First, we talk,” Michael replies. “Then I fix your darling little Sammy.” Dean eyes him. “How’d you get in my dad anyway?” “I told him I could save his wife, and he said yes,” Michael replies. “Well I guess they oversold me then, huh? Being your one and only vessel,” Dean says. “You’re my true vessel,” Michael says. “But not my only one.” “What is that supposed to mean?” Dean asks. “It’s a bloodline,” Michael says. “Stretching back to Cain and Abel. It’s in your blood, your father’s blood, your family’s blood.” “Awesome,” Dean says quietly. “Six degrees of Heaven bacon. What do you want with me?” “You really don’t know the answer to that?” Michael asks. “Well you know I ain’t gonna say yes, so why are you here?” Dean replies. “What do you want with me?” “I just want you to understand, what you and I have to do,” Michael says. “Oh I get it. You got beef with your brother, well get some therapy, pal, don’t take it out on my planet!” Dean snaps. “You’re wrong,” Michael says. “Lucifer defied our father, and he betrayed me, but still. I don’t want this any more than you would want to kill Sam.” He walks over to where Sam lies on the floor. “You know my brother... I practically raised him. I took care of him in a way that most people could never understand. And I still love him.” He looks at Dean. “But I am going to kill him, because it is right. And I have to.” “Why, because God says so?” Dean says. “From the beginning he knew this was how it was going to end.” “And you’re just gonna do whatever God says?” Dean asks. “Yes, because I am a good son,” Michael replies. Dean smirks. “Yeah well trust me pal, take it from someone who knows, that is a dead-end street.” “And you think you know better than my father?” Michael asks. “One unimportant little man? What makes you think you get to choose?” “Because I gotta believe that I can choose what I do with... my unimportant little life,” Dean says. “You’re wrong,” Michael says. “You know how I know? Think of a million random acts of chance, that let John and Mary be born. To meet. To fall in love, to have the two of you. Think of the million random choices that you make, and yet each and every one of them brings you closer to your destiny. Do you know why that is? Because it’s not random. It’s not chance. It’s a plan that is playing itself out perfectly. Free will is an illusion, Dean. That’s why you’re going to say yes.” Dean looks at him blankly. “Oh buck up! It could be worse,” Michael says. “You know, unlike my brothers I won’t leave you a drooling mess when I’m done wearing you.” “Well what about my dad?” Dean asks. “Better than new,” Michael replies. “In fact, I’m going to do your mom and your dad a favour.” “What?” Dean asks. “Scrub their minds,” Michael says. “They won’t remember me, or you.” “You can’t do that,” Dean says desperately. “I’m just giving your mother what she wants,” Michael says calmly. “She can go back to her husband, her family.” “She’s gonna walk right into that nursery!” Dean says. “Obviously. And she always knew that was going to play out one way or another,” Michael replies. “You can’t fight City Hall.” He walks over and crouches beside Sam, then touches his head. Sam disappears. Michael stands. “He’s home. Safe and sound. Your turn.” He straightens Dean’s jacket. “I’ll see you soon, Dean.” He touches him on the forehead.

Motel

Sam is unwrapping two glasses and Dean is taking out a bottle of whiskey when Castiel appears behind them. They quickly catch him. “You son of a bitch, you made it,” Dean says. “I did,” Cas says. “I’m very surprised.” He faints. They pull him over to one of the beds. “Well I could use that drink now,” Dean says. “Yeah,” Sam agrees. Dean pours them whiskey. “This is it.” “This is what?” Sam asks. “Team Free Will,” Dean says. “One ex-blood junkie, one drop-out with six bucks to his name, and Mr. Comatose over here. That’s awesome.” “That’s not funny,” Sam says. Dean takes a drink. “I’m not laughing.” Sam sighs. “They all say we’ll say yes.” “I know, it’s getting annoying,” Dean says. “What if they’re right?” Sam asks. “They’re not,” Dean replies. “I mean, why would we? Either of us? But... I’ve been weak before,” Sam says. “Sam,” Dean interrupts. “Michael got Dad to say yes,” Sam reminds him. “That was different,” Dean says. “Anna was about to kill Mom.” “And if you could save Mom?” Sam asks. “What would you say?” Dean doesn’t reply.

John and Mary are standing by a wooden crib. Mary is very pregnant. John smiles. “Where did you even get it?” “Garage sale,” she replies, stroking her stomach. “Twenty five cents.” “Well I’m glad to hear that, anyway,” John says. She laughs. “Hey!” “I mean, you really don’t think it’s just... a little cheesy?” John asks. She smiles. “I think it’s sweet.” She looks at the angel figurine on the shelf over the crib. “I can’t even put my finger on why I like it. I just... like it.” John smiles. “Well then I love it.” He kisses her and leaves the room. She feels her stomach. “Ooh – quite a kick there. Troublemaker already. It’s okay, baby. It’s all okay.” She looks at the figurine. “Angels are watching over you.”  

 

Synopsis by Deanandhisimpala