Ilchester, Maryland

“Sammy, let’s go,” Dean says, gripping Sam’s jacket. “Dean,” Sam stops him, also holding Dean’s jacket. “He’s coming.” They both watch the light get brighter and brighter, and then they run for the door, which slams before they can get out. Suddenly, a loud ringing fills the air. They turn and look back – the light is straining at the edge of the circle of blood. They cover their ears and sink to their knees as the ringing grows louder still.

Suddenly, the boys find that they are sitting on a plane, cringing away from a light that isn’t there.  “What the hell?” Dean asks. “I dunno,” Sam replies, eyes wide. They look around, shocked, at the other people on the plane, all acting completely normal. “We’re just passing over Ilchester, then Ellicott City, on our initial descent into Baltimore...” The captain’s voice is saying over the intercom. “Ilchester, weren’t we just there?” Dean asks. “So, if you’d like to stretch your legs, now would be a good time...” the captain continues just as a bright light suddenly beams into the sky ahead of him. “Holy crap!” he yells and turns the plane quickly as it starts to shake. The oxygen masks fall down from the ceiling as everybody starts screaming.

On the road

The boys are driving. All the stations on the radio are talking about various horrible incidents, and Sam turns the radio off, sighing. “Dean, look, I...” he begins but Dean cuts him off. “Don’t say anything. It’s okay. We just gotta keep our heads down, and hash this out, alright?” Sam stares at him for a long moment before saying “Yeah, okay.” “Alright, well, first things first – how did we end up on Soul Plane?” Dean wonders. “The angels, maybe? I mean, you know, beaming us out of harm’s way?” Sam suggests. “Well whatever, it’s the least of our worries,” Dean replies. “We need to find Cas.”

Chuck’s place

As the boys enter Chuck’s house, they find that it’s a mess – things are broken everywhere, and there’s blood splattered around over the various books and papers. They hear a creaking, and head towards the sound. A second later, Sam is hit hard in the face by Chuck, carrying a heavy candlestick. “Jeez! Ow!” Sam yells, holding his head. “Sam!” Chuck says in surprise. “Yeah!” Sam replies irritably. “Hey Chuck,” Dean says. “So... you’re okay!” Chuck goes on. “Well, my head hurts,” Sam replies. “No, I mean my last vision,” Chuck says. “You went like, full-on Vader! Your body temperature was 150, your heart rate was 200, your eyes were black!” Dean stares at Sam. “Your eyes went black?” Sam glances at him. “I didn’t know,” he says quietly. Dean looks away. “Where’s Cas?” “He’s dead,” Chuck says sadly. “Or gone. The archangel smoked the crap out of him. I’m sorry.” “You’re sure?” Dean asks. “I mean, maybe he just vanished into the light or something.” “Ah, no. He like, exploded. Like a water balloon of chunky soup,” Chuck adds. Sam sighs, then motions at his own hair. “You got a...” “Oh...” Chuck reaches up into his hair. “Oh God. Is that a molar?” He holds out a bloody tooth. “Do I have a molar in my hair? This has been a really stressful day.” “Cas, you stupid bastard,” Dean says quietly. “Stupid? He was trying to help us,” Sam says. “Yeah, exactly,” Dean nods. “So what now?” Sam asks. “I dunno,” Dean snaps. “Oh crap,” Chuck says as a whispering fills the air. “I can feel them.”

“Thought we’d find you here,” Zachariah’s voice makes the boys turn. Zachariah and two other angels are standing in Chuck’s kitchen. “Playtime’s over, Dean. Time to come with us.” “You just keep your distance, asshat,” Dean says angrily. “You’re upset,” Zachariah says, looking at him. “Yeah! A little,” Dean says. “You sons of bitches jumpstarted Judgement Day!” “Maybe we let it happen, but we didn’t start anything,” Zachariah replies calmly. “Right Sammy?” He winks at Sam, who glares. “You had a chance to stop your brother, and you couldn’t,” he goes on. “So let’s not quibble over who started what. Let’s just say, it was all our faults, and move on. Cause like it or not, it’s apocalypse now. And we’re back on the same team again.” Dean raises his eyebrows. “Is that so?” “You wanna kill the devil, we want you to kill the devil. It’s... synergy,” Zachariah explains. “And I’m just supposed to trust you?” Dean asks. “Cram it with walnuts, ugly.” “This isn’t a game, son,” Zachariah says. “Lucifer is powerful in ways that defy description. We need to strike now. Hard and fast. Before he finds his vessel.” “His vessel?” Sam repeats. “Lucifer needs a meatsuit?” “He is an angel,” Zachariah reminds them. “Thems the rules. And when he touches down, we’re talking four horsemen, red oceans, fiery skies, the greatest hits. You can stop him, Dean. But you need our help.” Dean studies him for a second, then “You listen to me, you two-faced douche. After what you did? I don’t want jacksquat from you!” “You listen to me, boy!” Zachariah snaps. “You think you can rebel against us? As Lucifer did?” He pauses, looking down and noticing blood dripping from Dean’s hand. “You’re bleeding,” he says. “Oh yeah,” Dean says. “A little insurance policy in case you dicks showed up.” He turns and slides open the door, which has a symbol painted in blood on the side. “No!” Zachariah yells just as Dean puts his hand in the middle, and the three angels disappear. “Learned that from my friend Cas, you son of a bitch,” Dean says, then looks back at Chuck and Sam. “This sucks ass,” Chuck comments.

Sam heads to the hotel the boys are staying in and goes inside. Dean is inside, loading their weapons. “Hey,” he says as Sam walks in. “Hey,” Sam replies. “Here – hexbags.” He tosses one to Dean. “No way the angels’ll find us with those. The demons either, for that matter.” Dean looks surprised. “Where’d you get it?” “I made it,” Sam says. “How?” Dean asks. Sam swallows. “I uh – I learned it from Ruby.” Dean looks at him for a second, then comes a little closer. “Speaking of... how you doing? You jonesing for another bit of bitch blood, or what?” “It’s weird,” Sam begins, “To tell you the truth, I’m fine. No shakes, no fever... it’s like whoever put me on that plane cleaned me right up.” “Supernatural methadone,” Dean says. “Yeah I guess,” Sam says, smiling a little. “Dean...” “Sam,” Dean cuts in immediately. “It’s okay, you don’t have to say anything.” He turns away. “Well that’s good,” Sam says awkwardly, “Because what can I even say? I’m sorry? I screwed up? Doesn’t really do it justice, you know? Look... there’s nothing I can do or say that will ever make this right...” “So why do you keep bringing it up?” Dean yells suddenly. “Look... all I’m saying, is why do we have to put this under a microscope? We made a mess, we clean it up, that’s it. Alright, so say this is just any other hunt. What do we do first?” “We’d – uh – we’d figure out where the thing is,” Sam says. “Alright, so we just gotta find... the devil,” Dean says.

Pike Creek, Delaware

It’s night, and a man is walking up the path to his house, alone. He opens the gate and walks through, but once he reaches the other side, the wind picks up and the gate keeps swinging in the breeze. He looks around, slightly disturbed, and the gate keeps slamming harder and harder.

Later that night, he’s laying in his bed, and rolls over restlessly. Suddenly feeling something strange, he pulls his hands out from under the blankets to find that they’re covered in blood. He sits up and frantically pulls back the sheets, and there’s blood all over him and the bed. He jumps out of bed and turns on the light, only to find that the bed is clean, and so are his hands. “Alright, keep it together,” he mutters, breathing heavily. “Keep it together man.” He turns off the light and gets back into bed. He rolls over, and yells as he sees a woman in the bed next to him. She has blood on her face. “It’s you, Nick,” she says. “You’re special. You’re chosen.” Shaking, he rubs his eyes and opens them again, and she’s gone. He lays back down, shaken.

A young woman is writing furiously at her computer. On her walls are posters of Chuck’s books, “The Benders”, and “Route 666”. “And then Sam touched – no, caressed – Dean’s clavicle,” she reads as she writes. “’This is wrong,’ said Dean. ‘Then I don’t wanna be right,’ replied Sam in a husky voice,” she finishes, and a window pops up on her computer that says “Carver Edlund calling”. She clicks on it and a window pops up. Chuck is looking into the camera. She gasps. “Oh. My. God. You! You’re...” “Carver Edlund, yeah,” Chuck interrupts. “Hi, Becky.” “You got my letters!” she gasps. “And my marzipan!” “Yeah, yeah. Yummy,” he says awkwardly. “But...” “I am your number one fan,” she cuts in. “You know, I’m SamLicker81.” “I’m sorry, you’re what?” he asks. “Webmistress at ‘MoreThanBrothers.net’?” she replies. “Oh yeah, no, yeah, you’re my number one fan,” he agrees. “That’s why I contacted you. You’re the only one who’ll believe me.” He looks up. “Are you alright?” she asks. “No. I’m being watched,” he replies. “No, not now. At least I don’t think so. But I don’t have much time. I need your help.” “You – need my help?” she grins. “That’s right. I need you to get a message to Sam and Dean,” Chuck says. “Okay?” She blinks, then sighs. “Look, Mr. Edlund. Yes, I’m a fan. But I really don’t appreciate being mocked. I know that Supernatural’s just a book, okay? I know the difference between fantasy and reality.” “Becky, it’s all real,” Chuck says quickly. “I knew it!” she squeals, grinning.

Motel

Sam is sitting at the table while Dean sits on the bed, watching a news program. There’s a knock at the door, and Dean picks up his gun as Sam goes to answer it. He opens it, and Becky is standing outside. She gasps. “You okay lady?” Sam asks. “Sam! Is it really you?” she gasps. She steps forward and puts one hand on his chest. “And you’re so firm!” “Uh,” Sam says. “Do I know you?” “No, but I know you,” she smiles, taking her hand off. “You’re Sam Winchester! And you’re...” She stops, looking at Dean, who’s sitting on the bed still. “..Not what I pictured,” she finishes. “I’m Becky. I read all about you guys.” She walks into the room. “And I’ve even written a few... anyway. Mr. Edlund told me where you were.” “Chuck?” Dean says, standing up. “He’s got a message. But he’s being watched,” she explains. “Angels! Nice change up to the mythology, by the way. The demon stuff was getting kind of old.” “Right, just um – what’s the message?” Sam asks. “He had a vision,” she says. “’The Michael Sword is on Earth. The angels lost it.’” “The Michael Sword?” Dean repeats. “Becky, does he know where it is?” Sam asks. “In a castle. On a hill made of forty-two dogs,” she says. “Forty-two dogs?” Dean repeats. “Uh, are you sure you got that right?” Sam asks. “It doesn’t make sense. But that’s what he said. I memorized every word,” she says, putting her hand on Sam’s chest again. “For you.” “Um, Becky, can you quit... touching me?” Sam asks awkwardly. “No,” she says firmly.

Outside, the Impala pulls up and Bobby gets out.

Dean answers the door, and Bobby comes in. “Heya Bobby,” Dean says, and the older man hugs him. “Good to see you boys all in one piece,” he says, hugging Sam too. “You weren’t followed were you?” Dean asks. “You mean by angels, demons, or Sam’s new superfan?” Bobby asks. Sam laughs. “You heard.” “I heard, Romeo,” Bobby replies. “So – the Sword of Michael, huh?” “You think we’re actually talking about the actual sword from the actual archangel?” Dean asks. “You better friggin hope so,” Bobby says.

He puts down a book and opens it to a drawing of an angel holding a sword. “That’s Michael. Toughest they got.” “You kidding me?” Dean says, leaning over to look. “Tough? That guy looks like Cate Blanchett.” “Well I wouldn’t wanna meet him in a dark alley, believe me,” Bobby says. “He commands the Heavenly Host. During the last big dust-up upstairs he’s the one that booted Lucifer’s ass to the basement. He did it with that sword. So if we can find it...” “We can kick the devil’s ass all over again,” Sam finishes. “Alright, so where do we start?” “Divvy up and start reading,” Bobby says. “Try and make sense of Chuck’s nonsense.”

Sam paces the room as the other two read, then stops and looks at the floor. “Kid, you alright?” Bobby asks. “No, actually,” Sam says shakily. Dean looks up from his book. “Bobby, this is all my fault. I’m sorry.” “Sam,” Dean begins. “Lillith did not break the final seal,” Sam goes on, ignoring him. “Lillith was the final seal.” “Sam,” Dean tries again. “Stop it.” “I killed her,” Sam says anyway. “And I set Lucifer free.” “You what?” Bobby gapes at him. “You guys warned me – about Ruby, and the demon blood, but I didn’t listen. I brought this on,” Sam says. Dean stays silent as Bobby stands, staring at Sam in shock. “You’re damn right you didn’t listen,” he says angrily. “You were reckless, and selfish, and arrogant.” “I’m sorry,” Sam says. “Oh yeah?” Bobby walks closer. “You’re sorry you started armageddon? This kinda thing don’t get forgiven, boy! If by some miracle, we pull this off – I want you to lose my number. You understand me?” Sam nods, tears in his eyes. “There’s an old church nearby. Maybe I’ll go read some of the lore books there.” “Yeah. You do that,” Bobby says coldly. Sam leaves.

“I never would’ve guessed it, but your daddy was right,” Bobby says. He and Dean are sitting at a table, reading. “About what?” Dean asks. “About your brother,” Bobby says. “What John said – save Sam, or kill him? Maybe...” “Maybe what?” Dean asks. “Maybe we shouldn’t have tried so hard to save him,” Bobby finishes. “Bobby,” Dean begins. “He ended the world, Dean! And you and I weren’t strong enough to stop him proper. That’s on us. I’m just saying, your dad was right.” Dean suddenly remembers something. “Dad!”

Dean goes through his bag furiously until he finds a plastic bag. He opens it, saying “It’s gotta be in here somewhere!” “What the hell are you talking about?” Bobby asks, still sitting. Dean finally pulls out a piece of paper. “Here. I don’t believe it. I don’t believe it.” He walks over and hands the paper to Bobby. “What the hell is it?” Bobby asks. “It’s a card, from my dad’s lock up in upstate New York,” Dean replies. “Read it.” “Castle Storage, 42 Rover Hill,” Bobby reads. “Castle, on a hill of forty-two dogs,” Dean says, smiling. “So you think your dad had the Michael Sword all this time?” Bobby asks. “I dunno,” Dean admits. “I’m not sure what else Chuck could’ve meant.” “Yeah. Okay. It’s good enough for me,” Bobby says, then suddenly punches Dean in the face, hard, knocking him backward and onto the floor. Bobby comes down and grabs him, pulling him up and then kicking him through a nearby wall. His eyes go black as he looks down at Dean.

He reaches down and pulls Dean up again, but as Dean is trying to push him off, the door behind opens and a girl and a guy walk in. The girl smiles. “I always knew you were a big, slow, dumb pain in the ass, Dean. But I never dreamt you were so VIP.” She picks up the demon killing knife off the table. “I mean, you’re going to ice the devil? You? I’d have known that I’d have ripped your pretty pretty face off ages ago.” Dean glares at her. “Ruby?” “Try again. Go back further,” she says. “Meg?” Dean realizes. She smiles. “Hi. These are the days of miracle and wonder, Dean! Our father’s among us... You know we’re all dreamy again for the first time since were were human. It’s Heaven on Earth. Or Hell. We really owe your brother a fruit basket.” “My god, you really like the sound of your own voice,” Dean comments. “But you, on the other hand. You’re the only bump in the road. So every demon, every single one is just dying for a piece of you,” she says. Dean smirks. “Get in line.” “Oh, I’m in the front of the line, baby,” she smiles. “Let’s ride.” She kisses him as he cringes. “What is that, peanut butter?” he asks as she pulls away. “You know, your surrogate daddy’s still awake,” Meg warns, looking at Bobby. “Screaming in there. And I want him to know how it feels slicing the life out of you.” She puts the knife in Bobby’s hand. Bobby presses the knife to Dean’s throat and pushes him against the wall, even as Dean says “Bobby...” He tries his best to keep Bobby off as Bobby pushes the knife harder against his skin. Bobby turns back and looks at Meg, who says “Now!” Bobby raises the knife to kill Dean, who puts up his hand. “Bobby – no...” At the last second, Bobby turns the knife and stabs himself in the stomach instead. The light of the demon dying flickers through his skin as he falls. Dean leaps forward and goes after the two demons, and Sam walks in a moment later and sees Bobby on the floor. “No!” he shouts, but Meg hits him in the head with the phone as he starts forward. “Heya Sammy. You miss me? Cause I sure missed you,” she says as the other demon continues to beat up on Dean. “Meg,” Sam says right away. He starts to swing at her, but she quickly gets the upper hand. “Not so easy without those super-special demon powers, huh Sam?” she says. The two demons continue to beat up the brothers until Dean finally knocks the man down and stabs him with the knife. He starts to throw it at Meg, but the demon leaves her body a second before he can.

Pike Creek, Delaware

Nick is walking around in his house at night, putting some baby toys and blankets in a box. There’s a baby carrier sitting on the ground as well. As he’s putting away a teddy bear, he notices that the baby carrier is rocking all by itself. He walks over hesitantly and puts out his hand, stopping it. Suddenly, he hears the sound of a baby crying. It’s coming from the box of toys. He rushes over and begins pulling things out, finally picking up a baby monitor. The sound is coming from it.

Upstairs, he slowly pushes open the door to the baby’s old nursery. The crib is empty, but he can still hear the baby crying. He turns on the light. The monitor is silent now, but as he turns away it starts up again. As he looks back, he sees blood flowing out of the crib onto the floor. “No...” he whimpers, going towards it. One he sees inside, he drops to his knees, crying. But really the crib is empty, and there’s no blood.

Hospital

Dean and Sam rush into the emergency room, holding up Bobby between them. A nurse rushes forward. “What happened?” “He was stabbed!” Dean yells. “Can we get a gurney!” the nurse calls, and one is brought forward immediately. The boys get Bobby onto the gurney and start to follow as he’s wheeled away. “Just wait here,” the nurse says. “No, no – we can’t just leave him!” Sam argues. “Just don’t move,” she says firmly. “I’ve got questions.” She walks away. “Sammy, we gotta go,” Dean says. “No way Dean,” Sam replies. “The demons know where the sword is!” Dean insists. “We gotta get to it before they do, if we’re not too late already! Come on!” Knowing he’s right, Sam follows.

Castle Storage, New York

Outside the storage house, the boys load their guns in unison.

Dean opens the door to their dad’s storage room. Inside, on a devil’s trap on the floor, lie two dead bodies, obviously demons. The boys head in, looking around. “I see you told the demons where the sword is,” Zachariah says. He’s standing nearby with the two angels again. “Oh thank God, the angels are here,” Dean quips. “And to think – they could’ve grabbed it anytime they wanted,” Zachariah says. He closes the door behind them. “It was right in front of them.” “What do you mean?” Sam asks. “We might have planted that particular piece of prophecy inside Chuck’s skull, but it happened to be true,” Zachariah says. “We did lose the Michael Sword. We truly couldn’t find it. Until now, you’ve just hand-delivered it to us.” Dean looks at him. “We don’t have anything.” Zachariah smiles. “It’s you, chucklehead. You’re the Michael Sword.” Dean stares at him in shock. “What, you thought you actually kill Lucifer?” Zachariah asks. “You simpering wad of insecurity and self-loathing? No. You’re just a human, Dean. Not much of one.” “What do you mean I’m the sword?” Dean asks. “You’re Michael’s weapon,” Zachariah replies. “Or rather his... receptacle.” “I’m a vessel?” Dean guesses. “You’re the vessel,” Zachariah corrects. “Michael’s vessel.” “How? Why me?” Dean asks. “Because you’re chosen! It’s a great honour, Dean,” Zachariah insists. “Oh yeah, yeah. Life as an angel condom. That’s real fun,” Dean replies. “I think I’ll pass, thanks.” “Joking. Always joking. Well, no more jokes,” Zachariah says. He holds up his hand and points at Dean, then at Sam’s leg. “Bang,” he says, and Sam’s leg snaps. “You son of a bitch!” Dean says. “Keep mouthing off I’ll break more than his legs,” Zachariah warns. “I am completely and utterly through screwing around. The war has begun, we don’t have our general. That’s bad. Now Michael is going to take his vessel, and lead the final charge against the adversary. You understand me?” “How many humans die in the crossfire, huh? A million? Five, ten?” Dean asks. “Probably more. If Lucifer goes unchecked, you know how many die? All of them. He’ll roast the planet alive,” Zachariah replies. Dean looks at him for a long moment. “There’s a reason you’re telling me this, instead of just nabbing me. You need my consent. Michael needs my say-so to ride around in my skin.” “Unfortunately yes,” Zachariah confirms. “Well there’s gotta be another way,” Dean says. “There’s no other way. There must be a battle,” Zachariah says. “Michael must defeat the serpent. It is written.” “Yeah, maybe,” Dean says, glancing at Sam. “But on the other hand, eat me. The answer’s no.” “Okay. How about this? Your friend Bobby, we know he’s gravely injured – say yes and we’ll heal him. Say no and he’ll never walk again,” Zachariah threatens. “No,” Dean says. “Then how about we heal you, from... stage four stomach cancer,” Zachariah says. A second later Dean holds his stomach in pain, coughing up blood. “No,” he still says. “Then let’s get really creative, let’s see how Sam does without his lungs,” Zachariah goes on. Sam starts gasping for air immediately. “Are we having fun yet?” Zachariah goes forward and takes Dean’s chin in his hand. “You’re going to say yes, Dean.” “Just kill us,” Dean says. “Kill you? Oh no,” Zachariah says. “I’m just getting started.”

Suddenly there’s a bright flash of light, and one of the other angels gets stabbed through the neck. Castiel is standing behind him. The other angel is quickly killed as well. “How are you...?” Zachariah begins. “Alive?” Castiel finishes. “It’s a good question. How did these two end up on the airplane? Another good question, cause the angels didn’t do it. I think we both know the answer, don’t we?” “No. That’s not possible,” Zachariah says. “It scares you. Well, it should,” Castiel goes on. “Now put these boys back together, and go. I won’t ask twice.” Zachariah sighs, and in a flutter of wings he’s gone. The boys are fine. They stare at each other, then stand. “You two need to be more careful,” Castiel says, walking closer. “Yeah, I’m starting to get that,” Dean says. “Your frat brothers are bigger dicks than I thought.” “I don’t mean the angels,” Castiel says. “Lucifer is circling his vessel, and once he takes it, those hex bags won’t be enough to protect you.” He puts his hands on the boys’ chests and they gasp in pain. “What the hell was that?” Dean asks. “The Enochian Sigil. It’ll hide you from every angel in creation. Including Lucifer,” Castiel explains. “What, did you just brand us with it?” Dean asks. “No, I carved it into your ribs,” Castiel says. They stare at him for a second, and then Sam asks “Hey Cas, were you really dead?” “Yes,” Cas replies. “Then how are you back?” Dean asks. Cas disappears in a flutter of wings without replying.

Delaware

Nick is laying in bed when he hears a woman’s voice say his name. He sits up. The same woman from earlier is standing next to his bed. “You’re dreaming, Nick,” she says. “But it doesn’t mean this isn’t real.” “Sarah?” he says. She steps forward. “I’m not your wife, Nick. I’m an angel.” “An angel?” he repeats. “My name is Lucifer,” she says gently. “Sure,” he says. “Naturally. Um, could you do me a favour there, Satan, and remind me to quit drinking before I go to bed?” She smiles. “I’m here because you’re special, Nick. There’s very, very few people like you.” “Is that so,” he says. “You’re a vessel. A very powerful vessel,” she says. He sits up. “Meaning what, exactly?” “I need to take control of your mind and body,” she says, moving closer. “To be honest, it’ll probably be unpleasant for you. But it is necessary.” “Okay,” he cuts in. “If it’s just the same to you, I think I’d like to wake up now.” “I told you – this is real,” she interrupts. “Don’t be afraid, this is your choice.” She sits beside him on the bed. “You need to invite me in.” “Even if this is real, which it’s not, but assuming it was – why the hell would I do something like that?” he asks warily. “You people misunderstand me,” she says, changing tack. “You call me Satan, and Devil, but do you know my crime?” He shakes his head silently. “I loved God too much,” she says. “And for that he betrayed me! Punished me. Just as he has punished you. After all, how could God stand idly by while that man broke into your home and butchered your family in their beds? There are only two rational answers, Nick. Either He’s sadistic? Or He simply doesn’t care.” She waits until Nick looks back at her, then speaks again. “You’re angry. You have every right to be angry. I am angry, too! That’s why I wanna find him! Hold him accountable for his actions! Just because he created us doesn’t mean he can toy with us like play things!” “If I help you,” Nick cuts in suddenly, “Can you bring back my family?” Two tears run down his cheeks. “I’m sorry,” she says quietly. “I can’t. But I can give you the next best thing. God did this to you, Nick. And I can give you justice. Peace.” “How do I know you’re telling the truth?” he asks. “Because contrary to popular belief? I don’t lie. I don’t need to. What I need – is you. Nick, I need you to say yes.” He remembers everything – the blood and the crib and the baby monitor. “Then yes,” he whispers. Light fills his house, pouring out through the windows.

Hospital

“Unlikely to walk again! Why you snot-nosed son of a bitch! Wait till I get out of this bed! I’ll use my game leg to kick your friggin ass!” Bobby yells as the doctor exits the room quickly. The boys are standing nearby, smiling. “Yeah you better run!” Bobby calls. “You believe that yahoo?” “Screw him, you’ll be fine,” Dean says, smiling. “So let me ask the million dollar question,” Sam says. “What do we do now?” “Well... we save as many as we can for as long as we can, I guess,” Bobby says. “It’s bad. Whoever wins, Heaven or Hell, we’re boned.” “What if we win?” Dean asks. “I’m serious. I mean, screw the angels and the demons and their crap apocalypse. Hell, they wanna fight a war? They can find their own planet. This one’s ours, and I say they get the hell off it. We take ‘em all on. We kill the Devil, hell we even kill Michael if we have to. But we do it our own damn selves.” “And how’re we supposed to do all this, genius?” Bobby asks. “I got no idea,” Dean replies. “But what I do have is a GED, and a ‘give ‘em hell’ attitude. And I’ll figure it out.” Bobby and Sam exchange amused glances. “You are nine kinds of crazy, boy,” Bobby says, smiling a little. Dean shrugs. “It’s been said. Listen, you stay on the mend. We’ll see you in a bit.” He claps Bobby on the shoulder and goes to leave. “Sam?” Bobby says as Sam follows. “I was awake. I know what I said back there. I just want you to know that... that was the demon talking. I ain’t cutting you out, boy. Not ever.” Sam sighs a little. “Thanks, Bobby.” “You’re welcome,” Bobby replies. “I deserve a damn medal for this, but you’re welcome.” Sam smiles, and the boys leave.

Outside, the boys head towards the car. “You know, I was thinking, Dean. Maybe we could go after the Colt,” Sam says. “Why, what difference would that make?” Dean asks. “Maybe we could use it on Lucifer. I mean, you said back there...” Sam begins. “I just said a bunch of crap for Bobby’s benefit,” Dean cuts in. “I mean, I’ll fight. I’ll fight to the last man, but let’s at least be honest. We don’t stand a snowball’s chance, and you know that. I mean hell, you of all people know that.” He walks past Sam. “Dean,” Sam says, making him turn back. “Is there something you wanna say to me?” Dean studies him for a second. “I tried, Sammy. I mean I really tried. But I just can’t keep pretending that everything’s alright. Because it’s not. And it’s never going to be. You chose a demon over your own brother. And look what happened.” “I would give anything – anything – to take it all back,” Sam says. “I know you would,” Dean replies. “And I know how sorry you are, I do. But man, you were the one that I depended on the most.” Tears well up in his eyes. “And you let me down in ways that I can’t even... I’m just, I’m having a hard time forgiving and forgetting here. You know?” Sam nods. “What can I do?” Dean smirks sadly. “Honestly? Nothing. I just don’t... I don’t think that we can ever be what we were. You know? I just don’t think I can trust you.” He turns and walks over to the car, getting in and leaving Sam standing by himself.  

Synopsis by Deanandhisimpala