Some days later, Mr. White came to visit. He looked horrified with what Hank had done but he was quick to start talking business again with Jesse.

"I want us to be partners again" he said. "Split everything, 50/50, just like before. 1.5 million dollars. Each."

"No" Jesse answered.

"I don't think you heard me" Mr. White said.

"I heard you fine. I said no"

Mr. White insisted. "You understand this: You are turning down one and a half million dollars…"

"I am not turning down the money!" Jesse snapped. "I am turning down you! You get it? I want NOTHING to do with you! Ever since I met you, everything I ever cared about is gone! Ruined, turned to shit, dead, ever since I hooked up with the great Heisenberg! I have never been more alone! I have nothing! No one! Alright, it's all gone, get it?! No, no, no, why… why would you get it?" Tears started falling from the side of his face that was not swollen. "What do you even care, as long as you get what you want, right? You don't give a shit about me! You said I was no good. I'm nothing! Why would you want me, huh? You said my meth is inferior, right? Right?! Hey! You said my cook was GARBAGE! Hey, screw you, man! Screw you!"

Mr. White left after that but not without saying: "Your meth is good, Jesse. Every bit as good as mine."

Castiel had never seen Jesse lash out like that with anyone. Not even with him. He didn't move from his position; perched up in a chair next to the window. You are not alone Jesse. You have me. You'll always have me.

Time is running out. Gale Boetticher must die. Mr. White said he would take care of it. All he needed was the address. Apartment 6, 6353 Juan Tabo Blvd. But now everything's gone wrong. He's at the laundry. Victor and Mike have cornered him.

The phone rings. Jesse rushes forward and picks up. "Did you do it? Mr. White?"

"Did you do it?" he asks again.

"No, I didn't do it" comes the reply. "I can't now. It's gonna have to be you"

"What? No way, man."

"Listen to me. You're closer than we are. You'll have about a 20 minute lead, they got me in the laundry. They're going to kill me. Jesse, do it now! Do it!"

"Do it Jesse! Now, do it!" Castiel hears Mr. White shout over the phone.

Jesse picks up his gun.

"Jesse" Castiel says.

"Not now, Castiel. I don't want you there. Please, do not follow me" Jesse pauses and takes deep breath. "I'll be right back"

"You're going to kill a man" Castiel says, matter-of-factly.

"Shit! Don't you think I know?!" Jesse snaps "I don't have time for this! I gotta go"

"I'll go with you"

Jesse turned around and put his hand in front of Castiel's chest to stop him. "No, you're not. Don't you understand?! I don't want you there. I don't want you to see!"

"I don't care. Last time, I granted you that, but not now. Not when I know you need me."

Jesse lifted his hands in exasperation. "Fine! Whatever"

They drove in silence. Jesse knocked on Gale's door and the man opened it.

"Hi, how can I help you?"

Jesse aimed the gun at Gale's head. The man backed away, scared.

"Um, take whatever you want" he lifted his hands in surrender. "I have money, I-I have… I gotta lot of money"

Jesse's hand was shaking. Tears threatened to fall down his cheeks.

"Please, don't do this" Gale exhaled. "You, you don't…" He started crying. "You don't have to do this"

Castiel closed his eyes as the sound of the gunshot filled the otherwise quiet night.