Jamie sits down on the bed and sighs, pulling her hair loose. She can't remember the last time she's slept but she's fairly certain it been a couple days. Castiel is outside waiting for her to shower and change and they have to leave again. It's been over a year, she realizes. Over a year since she's met Castiel. Over a year since her awakening as a prophet. It's been awhile since she's actually sat down and digested it. With another sigh she gets up and takes off her shirt and jeans, tossing them into her bag and walks into the bathroom.

Dean dampens a washcloth in the motel room sink and starts to clean his jacket. Castiel appears behind him. Dean sees him in the mirror and startles. "God." He thumps the sink. "Don't do that."

"Hello, Dean."

Dean turns around; Castiel is inches from him. "Cas, we've talked about this. Personal space?"

"My apologies." He steps back. Jamie walks into the room, her hair is still wet and she's wearing grey jeans and a black canvas jacket. Dean grabs his jacket and walks toward the bed.

"Jamie? You're back early."

"Cas brought me."

"How'd you find me? I thought I was flying below the angel radar." He rubs his ribs to illustrate the point.

"You are. Bobby told us where you were." Castiel looks around the motel room, which has no signs of Sam's presence, not even a second bed. "Where's Sam?"

"Not here obviously." Jamie says softly, looking at her brother.

Dean puts on his jacket without looking at either of them. "Me and Sam are taking separate vacations for a while. find God yet? More importantly, can I have my damn necklace back, please?"

"No, I haven't found him. That's why I'm here. I need your help."

"With what? God hunt? Not interested."

"It's not God. It's someone else."

"Who?"

"Archangel. The one who killed me."

Dean finally turns to look at them. "Raphael?"

Castiel nods. "Yes."

Dean smirks. "I still can't believe you were wasted by a teenage mutant ninja angel."

Jamie looks up. "Not just any teenage mutant ninja angel. Raphael is one of the four archangels, Heaven's most powerful. He's lord of the air."

"Jamie…you're getting as bad as him."

"Sorry."

Castiel watches both siblings with a confused look, and then turns to Dean. "I've heard whispers that he's walking the earth. This is a rare opportunity."

"For what? Revenge?" Dean asks.

"Information." Castiel tells him.

Jamie nods. "He can tell us where God is."

Dean goes back over to the sink, picks up his knife and a washcloth, and starts to clean the knife. "So, what, you think you can find this dude and he's just gonna spill God's address?"

"Yes, because we are gonna trap him and interrogate him."

Dean pauses and turns back. "You're serious about this." He looks at his sister. "He's serious about this?"

"You don't realize how serious."

Castiel turns around to face Dean. Dean drops the washcloth and walks back toward the angel. "So, what, I'm Thelma and you're Louise and we're just going to hold hands and sail off this cliff together? Bring Jamie along for the ride?" Castiel stares at Dean, confused. Jamie scoffs. Castiel looks at her and she shakes her head. Dean goes around Castiel and puts the knife away. "Give me one good reason why I should do this."

"Because you're Michael's vessel and no angel will dare harm you."

He looks back at him. "Oh, so I'm your bullet shield. What about Jamie?"

"Jamie is a prophet in exile, she is fair game to Raphael."

"I thought your archangels were sworn to protect her?"

"They are. But as a prophet in exile if I harm an archangel in any way, I become fair game for the armies of heaven. And no offense Dean, but I'd kind of like to keep my soul. We can't do this without you."

Castiel nods. "I need your help because you are the only one who'll help us. Please."

Dean considers. "All right, fine. Where is he?"

"Maine. Let's go." He reaches to touch Dean's forehead with two fingers. Dean leans away.

"Whoa."

Castiel removes his hand. "What?"

"Last time you zapped me someplace I didn't poop for a week. We're driving."

Jamie looks at Dean and laughs.

Dean Jamie and Castiel get out of the Impala at the Sheriff's Office in Watervill, Maine. Jamie grabs her bag and looks through it.

"And we're here why?" Dean asks.

"A deputy sheriff laid eyes on the archangel." Castiel explains.

"And he still has eyes? Is he one of your freaky prophet things?"

Jamie shakes her head, finally finding her fake FBI ID. "No. It's not just certain prophets who can lay eyes on an angel's true form."

"All right, what's the plan?"

Castiel pauses. "We'll...tell the officer that he witnessed an angel of the Lord, and the officer will tell us where the angel is."

Dean looks at him. "Seriously? You're going to walk in there and tell him the truth?"

"Why not?"

"Because they'll send us to the rubber room." Jamie answers automatically, fiddling with her skirt.

Dean smirks a little looking at his sister. "Well that, and because we're humans." He pulls out another fake ID and stashes it inside Castiel's coat, then adjusts his coat and tie. "And when humans want something really, really bad, we lie."

"Why?" Castiel asks, looking up at Dean.

"Because that's how you become President."

Castiel looks over at Jamie. Jamie shakes her head. "Cas…"

"Oh, is this one those things that Dean just says to avoid an awkward conversation?"

"Heh." She scoffs.

They walk into office and Dean looks around. "Deputy Framingham?" The Deputy turns around. Dean and Jamie hold up FBI ID.

"I'm Alana Turner, FBI. These are my associates." Jamie tells him.

Dean nods. "Hi. Alonzo Mosely. This is my partner, Eddie Moscone." Castiel does nothing. "Also FBI." Castiel does nothing. Dean and Jamie stare at him. Castiel finally catches on and pulls out his FBI ID, which he displays upside-down. Dean turns it over for him. Jamie rolls her eyes, and smiles. "He's, uh, he's new. Mind if we ask you a few questions?"

Castiel looks at the ID, curious. Jamie waves her finger and the ID drops on the floor so that she can pick it up.

"Yeah, sure. Talk here, though." The deputy indicates his right ear, leading Dean, Jamie, and Castiel to his office. "Hearing's all blown to hell in this one."

"That happen recently?" Dean asks.

"Yeah. Gas station. Why you're here, isn't it?"

"Yes, it is." They all sit down. "You mind just, uh, running us through what happened?"

"A call came in. Disturbance out at the Pump and Go on Route 4."

Dean moves forward in his chair. "What kind of disturbance?"

"Would not have believed my eyes if I hadn't seen it myself. We're talking a riot. Full scale."

"How many?" Jamie asks.

"Thirty, forty, in all-out kill-or-be-killed combat?"

Jamie and Dean look at each other. "Any idea what set them off?"

Castiel speaks up. "It's angels and demons, probably." The deputy looks at him. Castiel looks back. Jamie's jaw goes slack. Dean gives her a look. Jamie glares at him. "They're skirmishing all over the globe."

"Come again?" He turns back to Dean. "What did he say?"

"Nothing. Nothing." Dean says at the same time Castiel says. "Demons. Demons."

Jamie reaches behind Dean's chair and pinches Castiel. He shuts up. ""Inner demons." she explains.

"Yeah, you know, drink, adultery. We all have our demons, Walt."

Jamie nods. "Happens all the time."

The deputy looks back and forth. "I guess."

"Anyway, what happened next?" Dean asks.

"Freaking explosion, that's what. They said it was one of those underground gas tanks, but, uh, I don't think so."

"Why not?

"Wasn't your usual fireball. It was, um—"

"Pure white." Castiel and Jamie say at the same time.

"Yeah. Gas station was leveled. Everyone was...it was just horrible. And I see this one guy, kneeling, real focused-like, not a damn scratch on him."

"You know him?" Dean asks.

"Donnie Finneman. Mechanic there."

"Let me guess, he just, uh, vanished into thin air?"

"Uh, no, Kolchak. He's down at Saint Pete's."

Castiel turns to Dean and Jamie. "Saint Pete's."

"Hospital." Jamie whispers.

"Thank you." Dean says to the Deputy as they get up.

Donnie is sitting in a wheelchair in the hospital, catatonic. Dean, Jamie and Castiel observe him from the hallway window. "I take it that's not Raphael anymore." Dean says.

Castiel nods. "Just an empty vessel."

Jamie sighs. "Poor bastard."

"So is this what I'm looking at if Michael jumps in my bones?"

"No, not at all. Michael is much more powerful. It'll be far worse for you."

"Cas!" Dean looks away. Jamie hits Castiel's shoulder.

"What did I do?" Jamie gives him a look.

"Oh. That's one of those things I'm not supposed to say."

DEAN walks through the empty cabin, paging through John's journal. Jamie comes out of the bedroom and leans against the wall. "Dad have anything helpful?" She asks.

"Not really."

"Yeah. I don't either." She holds up her journal. "Nothing we're gonna get very far with anyway. I'm not as fluent in angel as I am in Latin." Dean sets John's journal down on the table and turns. Castiel is there, holding a ceramic jar. "Cas."

"Where've you been?" Dean asks.

"Jerusalem."

"Oh, how was it?"

"Arid." He sets the jar on the table.

"What's that?"

"It's oil. It's very special. Very rare."

Jamie picks it up and looks at it. Castiel sits down.

"Okay, so we trap Raphael with a nice vinaigrette?"

"No."

"So this ritual of yours, when does it got to go down?"

"Sunrise."

"Tell me something. You keep saying we're gonna trap this guy. Isn't that kinda like trapping a hurricane with a butterfly net?"

"No, it's harder."

"Do we have any chance of surviving this?"

"You do. Jamie has a better chance as long as she stays out of the way."

Jamie looks up. "That depends on your chances, Cas. Not just Dean's."

"You must not try anything to save me, Jamie."

She shakes her head. "You can't ask that of me."

"I'm not, I'm telling you."

Dean looks at them. "Okay, so odds are you're a dead man tomorrow."

"Yes."

"Well. Last night on earth. What are your plans?"

"I just thought I'd sit here quietly."

"Sit and twiddle your thumbs, really? Come on, anything? Booze, women?" Castiel looks at Dean and away, uncomfortable. "You have been with women before. Right? Or an angel, at least?" Dean looks at Jamie. Jamie smirks. Castiel rubs the back of his neck. "You mean to tell me you've never been up there doing a little cloud-seeding?"

"I've never had occasion, okay?"

Jamie snorts. "You mean relations, Cas."

"All right." Dean grabs his jacket. He tosses Jamie hers.

Jamie looks at her jacket and then up to her brother with a look of disbelief. "Dean I'm wearing hunter gear. I've got a knife strapped to my thigh."

Dean shrugs. "You have plenty of time to get laid."

"Not the point, Dean." She gets up and puts her jacket on.

Castiel looks at them. "Um…excuse me?"

Dean turns to him. "Let me tell you something, Cas. There are two things I know for certain. One, Bert and Ernie are gay. Two, you are not gonna die a virgin. Not on my watch. Let's go."

Jamie nods to the door. "Come on, Cas."

They. Castiel stares after them, then follows.

In the brothel, Dean drinks. Jamie sips her drink. Castiel looks terrified.

"Cas…"

"Hey. Relax." Dean tells him.

"This is a den of iniquity. I should not be here. Jamie should not be here." He points to the Winchester girl.

Jamie tips her head back and finishes her drink. She turns to Castiel. "Prophet in exile. I can do whatever the hell I want. Except kill."

Dean nods. "Dude, you full-on rebelled against heaven. Iniquity is one of the perks."

"Not a bad one either."

A Hooker approaches. Dean and Jamie notice. "Showtime."

"Hi. What's your name?" The hooker asks. Castiel tries not to look at her.

"Cas." Dean answers for him.

Castiel startles.

Jamie looks to the Hooker. "His name is Cas. What's your name?"

"Chastity."

"Chastity." Dean looks at his sister and she smirks. Castiel drinks his beer. "Wow. Is that kismet or what, buddy? Well, he likes you, you like him, so dayenu."

Jamie takes Castiel's beer. "That is not the Latin word for sex." She finishes his drink and gets up.

Chastity tugs Castiel up. "Come on, baby."

Dean catches the angel on the way past. "Hey, listen. Take this." He holds out a handful of money. "If she asks for a credit card, no. Now just stick to the basics, okay? Do not order off the menu. Go get her, tiger." Castiel stays still. "Don't make me push you." Castiel takes the money and turns to follow Chastity. Another hooker walks past; Dean follows her. They clink glasses at the bar. "Well, cheers to you." Beside them Jamie is making out with another Hooker. Dean sees this and raises an eyebrow. "Uh, sis. Something you'd like to tell me?"

Jamie looks up. "Later." She looks back at the hooker and starts kissing her again.

Suddenly they hear a scream. Dean gets up. Jamie pulls away and starts to get up. Dean turns to her. "No, I got this, you just…keep going."

Jamie stares at her brother in disgust. "Dean…gutter." She goes to investigate, Dean follows her.

"Get out of my face! Leave me alone! Bastard! Screw you, jerk!" Chastity throws something at Castiel, who is a little disheveled. "I'll kill you!" She storms past Dean and Jamie. "Screw you too! God! Oh! Jerk!"

"Cas?" Jamie asks.

Dean approaches him. "The hell did you do?"

"I don't know. I just looked her in the eyes and told her it wasn't her fault that her father Gene ran off. It was because he hated his job at the post office."

"Oh Cas." Jamie goes over to them.

Dean shakes his head. "Oh, no, man."

"What?"

"This whole industry runs on absent fathers. It's, it's the natural order."

Jamie scoffs. "I'm gonna pretend you didn't imply I should be a hooker." Two Bouncers enter from the door Chastity left through. "Dean."

"We should go. Come on." They head for the door at the opposite end of the corridor.

Dean is laughing as he closes the door behind himself, Jamie, and Castiel. Jamie looks at him and snickers, wiping her mouth.

"What's so funny?" Castiel asks.

"Oh, nothing. Whoo. It's been a long time since I've laughed that hard. It's been more than a long time. Years."

Dean's face falls as he realizes. Jamie looks at him and laces her fingers through his.

Back in St. Peter's Hospital, a nurse walks down the hallway. Dean watches her go and he and Jamie slip into the room. Jamie blows the door closed behind them and Dean closes the shades. Castiel is already inside; he pours the oil in a circle around Donnie's wheelchair. "When the oil burns, no angel can touch or pass through the flames, or he dies."

Jamie raises an eyebrow. "Damn. Don't use it all up then. Might come in handy later."

Dean sighs. "Okay, so we trap him in a steel cage of holy fire, but one question. How the hell do we get him here?"

Jamie looks at her brother and then at the angel. "Shouldn't be too difficult."

" It's simple really. There's, well, almost an open phone line between a vessel and his angel. One just has to know how to dial." Castiel leans down to Donnie's ear and chants in Enochian. "I'm here, Raphael. Come and get me, you little bastard." He leaves the oil circle.

Dean looks at Jamie. "Just out of curiosity, what is the average customer wait time to speak to an archangel?"

"Short." She pulls Dean back. "Be ready."

Castiel lights a match and drops it on the oil, which bursts into a ring of flame.

Dean, Jamie and Castiel drive up to the abandoned cabin. "Well that's a day I'll never get back." Dean remarks as they enter the house.

Jamie turns to her brother. "Dean!" She puts her hand to Dean's face.

"Dean, wait."

Bright light. Castiel and Jamie shield Dean's eyes.

Donnie is already inside the cabin, flaring with lightning in the shape of wings; now he is Raphael. Lightbulbs shatter. "Castiel."

"Raphael."

They all walk closer.

Jamie raises her chin. "Ave Raphael, dominus aeris."

Raphael nods. "Ave, canis in exilium."

Castiel tenses. "You dare insult the voice in the desert?"

"She is in exile. She is no longer worthy of our praise."

Dean looks around. "And I thought you were supposed to be impressive. All you do is black out the room."

"And the Eastern Seaboard." Lightning flashes outside. "It is a testament to my unending mercy that I do not smite you here and now."

"Or maybe you're full of crap. Maybe you're afraid God will bring Cas back to life again and smite you and your candy-ass skirt. By the way, hi, I'm Dean."

"I know who you are. And now, thanks to him, I know where you are."

Castiel sneers. "You won't kill him. You wouldn't dare."

Raphael smirks. "But I will take him to Michael."

Jamie steps in front of her brother. "You can try."

"What have you seen, prophetess?"

Jamie scoffs. "Oh now I'm the prophetess? A moment ago I was the bitch in exile. You cannot command me, Raphael, and you cannot harm me. Michael still protects me."

"I wouldn't be so sure."

Dean looks between them. "Well then. Sounds terrifying. It does. But, uh, hate to tell you, I'm not going anywhere with you." He grabs a beer and hands one to Jamie.

"Surely you remember Zachariah giving you stomach cancer?"

"Yeah, that was, that was hilarious."

Jamie pushes him back a step. "Dean."

"Well, he doesn't have anything close to my imagination."

"Yeah? I bet you didn't imagine one thing."

"What?"

"We knew you were coming, you stupid son of a bitch." Dean lights his lighter and drops it. Holy oil ignites in a circle around Raphael. "Don't look at me, it was his idea."

"Where is he?" Castiel demands.

"God? Didn't you hear? He's dead, Castiel. Dead."

Jamie's hands ball into fists. "Liar!"

"But there's no other explanation. He's gone for good."

"You are lying." She takes a step forward.

"Am I? Castiel, do you remember the twentieth century? Think the twenty-first is going any better? Do you think God would have let any of that happen if he were alive?"

Jamie stares at him. "Qui sunt te interrogare Deus?" Jamie and Raphael stare at each other.

Dean looks at Raphael. "Oh yeah? Well then who invented the Chinese basket trick?"

"Careful. That's my father you're talking about, boy."

"Yeah, who would be so proud to know his sons started the frigging apocalypse."

"Who ran off and disappeared? Who left no instructions and a world to run?"

Jamie shrugs. "Michael seems to be doing a pretty bang up job without him."

Dean looks at her and then back at the angels. "Daddy ran away and disappeared. He didn't happen to work for the post office, did he?"

"This is funny to you? You're living in a godless universe."

"And? What, you and the other kids just decided to throw an apocalypse while he was gone?"

"We're tired. We just want it to be over. We just want...paradise."

"So, what, God dies and makes you the boss and you decide you can do whatever you want?"

"Yes. And whatever we want, we get."

The windows burst in. Dean grabs Jamie and throws himself over her. Castiel looks at them and then towards Raphael. "You dare place the prophetess in danger? Even in exile she is protected by Michael!"

Jamie's eyes widen, realizing. "Cas, we have to go. We have to get Dean out here."

Dean looks at her as they get up. "What?"

"He's trying to summon Michael by putting me in danger." The siblings go for the door. Castiel turns to them.

"Just a minute. If God is dead, why have I returned? Who brought me back?"

"Did it ever occur to you that maybe Lucifer raised you?"

Jamie takes a step forward. "How dare you."

"No." Castiel shakes his head.

"Think about it. He needs all the rebellious angels he can find. You know it adds up."

"Let's go." He goes towards the siblings.

"Castiel, I'm warning you. Do not leave me here. I will find you."

"Maybe one day. But today, you're my little bitch." He grabs unto Jamie and pulls her along with him. Dean follows, pausing.

"What he said."

Dean drives. Castiel rides shotgun. Jamie is in the backseat. She rubs her temples. Dean glances back at her in the rearview mirror. "We aren't about to get hit by a demonic truck again are we?"

"No. It's a vision. I'm alright."

"Anything we need to be worried about?"

" It's not all clear yet."

Dean nods and looks at Castiel. "You okay?" He is silent. "Look, I'll be the first to tell you that this little crusade of yours is nuts, but I do know a little something about missing fathers."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean every time I was looking for my dad when all logic said that he was dead, but I knew in my heart he was still alive."

Jamie moves closer to them. "So who cares what some ninja turtle says, Cas, what do you believe?"

"I believe he's out there."

"Good. Go find him. And take Jamie with you. She should be some help, right?"

Jamie groans. "Do I have a choice?"

"What about you?"

"What about me? I don't know. Honestly, I'm good. I can't believe I'm saying that, but I am, I'm really good."

"Even without your brother?"

"Especially without my brother. I mean, I spent so much time worrying about the son of a bitch. I mean, I've had more fun with you in the past twenty-four hours than I've had with Sam in years, and you're not that much fun. It's funny, you know, I've been so chained to my family, but now that I'm alone, hell, I'm happy." Dean looks over; the shotgun seat is empty. He looks behind him and Jamie has vanished as well.