"Thanks for helping us with the werewolf, Jamie." Dean, Sam, and Jamie are getting ready to leave. Dean tries to dress Mark and himself at the same time. Sam is brushing his teeth in the mirror. Jamie sits on the bed, braiding her hair back as she watches Dean and Mark.
"Please, like I was going to miss a chance to gank a wolf. Besides, Dean left all the silver bullets in my bag." Dean grimaces in embarrassment. "God I'll be happy when I can see my feet again." She stands up and rubs her back. Sam snickers quietly.
"Come on, buddy. What's wrong with this shirt?" Dean struggles to get Mark into his t-shirt.
"Want da black." He whines.
"The black one is dirty." Dean tells him.
Mark pouts and the t-shirt Dean is holding turns black. Dean jumps back a little. Jamie looks over. "Mark, quem ego dixi vobis uti quid viribus tuis?" Mark pouts again.
"Mama…black one." He points to the shirt Dean is now holding. Jamie sighs and nods to Dean, who puts the t-shirt on him.
"He understands Latin?" Sam asks, looking over at them.
"Angels comprehend all languages." She tells him.
"His powers are getting scary." Dean says, bending over to tie his boot laces.
Jamie rolls her eyes. "They are not. He's got pretty good control over them. For a three year old." She smiles at her son.
"Yeah, it's not like he set the motel on fire." Sam says with a smirk.
"One time! One time that happened, and you scared me!" Jamie shoots back.
Mark disappears and reappears in Jamie's arms. Dean raises an eyebrow. Jamie sighs, moving Mark unto her hip. Sam looks back at the mirror. Jamie rubs her pregnant stomach and inhales sharply. Dean and Sam both raise their heads, concerned. She stares at the closet. A moment later Henry falls out of the closet.
"Which of you is John Winchester?" He demands getting up. The siblings, startled look at each other. "Please, time is of the essence! Which of you is John Winchester?"
Sam is the first to speak. "Uh, neither."
Henry looks shocked. "That's impossible. That's absolutely... What did I do wrong?"
Dean quickly composes himself, getting up. "Who the hell are you, mister?"
"Not now. I'm thinking." Dean grabs Henry, pushes him against the wall and holds him there with an arm across his chest. "Please. I can assure you there's no need for violence. One of you must know John Winchester."
Jamie takes a step forward. "What do you want with John Winchester?"
Henry looks past Dean to her. "So you do know him?"
Sam steps in front of Jamie, blocking her from Henry's view. "I'll tell you what – when one of us falls out of your closet, then you can ask the questions."
Henry relents. "Yes, my apologies. Is it absolutely essential, sir, that you keep your hands on me?" He stares at Dean for a moment. Dean steps back. "Thank you. Gentlemen, in the absence of any and all other explanations, I'm afraid this has been a marvelous, tragic misunderstanding. I'll be on my way."
Dean and Sam look at Jamie. She shakes her head. Sam takes another step forward. "That's not happening."
Henry looks at Sam frustrated. "There are things of grave importance. I do not have time to deal with the likes of you."
Dean picks up handcuffs from a bag on the table and Sam grabs Henry. Dean takes hold of Henry's wrist. "You're not going anywhere, 007, till we get some answers."
Dean tries to handcuff Henry to a chair, but in one motion Henry breaks away and handcuffs Dean and Sam to the chair.
"Hey!" Jamie throws her hand out, sending Henry crashing into the wall. He gets up and hurriedly leaves through the door.
"How did he do that? You got to be kidding me!" Dean yells. He and Sam struggle with the handcuffs. Jamie walks over to them and makes a twisting motion with her hand, causing the cuffs to unlock.
Henry looks at the cars in the car park and a man pushing a modern baby stroller. He sees the impala, walks behind it and looks at the registration sticker on the license plate, which reads "9-2013."
"2013. My God. Guess the Mayans were wrong." He walks to the driver's side, waits until a maid goes inside a room, then breaks the window of the Impala with his elbow. He unlocks the door and gets in. Dean cocks his gun and points it at Henry through the open window. Jamie is standing behind him.
"Nice taste in wheels."
Sam opens the passenger side door. Henry glances at him and then to Dean. "Yours, I presume?"
Back in the motel room Henry sits in a chair. Water splashes his face and he laughs. "And there with the holy water."
Sam looks at Dean and Jamie. "He's clean."
"I could have told you that." He pulls down his sleeve over a cut on his left arm.
Dean is leaning against the table with his arms crossed. "Yeah, well, you can start by telling us everything before I beat it out of you."
"I'm quite certain this is all beyond your understanding, my alpha-male-monkey friend. And violence will not help you comprehend this any easier." Henry tells Dean.
Jamie snickers and shakes her head. "My god. You have no idea who you're dealing with." She looks at Dean who gets up quickly in a fit of anger and points his gun at Henry,grabbing the front of his jacket.
"Let me tell you what I understand! Some asshat pops out of my closet asking about my dad, smashes up my ride. So why am I not getting violent, again?" Dean demands.
Henry looks surprised. "John Winchester is your father?" Dean glances to Sam and Jamie, who look at him with solemn expressions.
There is a loud rattling noise. Jamie's head shoots up. She steps back, cradling Mark who fusses. "Mama. Demon, Mama." He says against her chest. Jamie looks at her son and then at Dean who rushes over to them.
"What is that?" Henry gets to his feet. "Oh, my God."
"What?" Dean asks.
"Run!" Henry yells.
"Jamie, get out of here!" Sam says. Dean pushes her towards the door. The closet door bursts opens in a flash of bright light and Abaddon, the demon steps out. She notices Henry first.
"Henry." She laughs. "Silly man, you forgot to lock the door. But then spells never were your best subject, were they? Why don't you be a doll and give me what I want? And I promise to kill you and your friends here quickly."
Henry stares at her. "You know I can't do that."
The demon smiles. "You're not a fighter, Henry."
Dean raises his gun. Abaddon lifts her arms and sends Dean and Sam flying into the walls. Jamie sinks down against the door with Mark. Dean groans. Jamie glances over at him. He rolls over and looks towards her. Henry tries to move but Abaddon holds up a hand to stop him.
"Josie. I know you're still in there. You must fight this."
"I'm afraid Josie's indisposed, pet. It looks like it's just you and me."
Dean stabs Abaddon in the back with his demon-killing knife. She screams and falls to her knees with gold light flashing inside her body.
"Ohh! Aah!" The light flashing in her body ceases. "Well, that is no way to treat a lady."
She starts to get up but Jamie steps out and raises her hand, sending fire streaming for Abaddon, who is momentarily stunned. Henry looks shocked. Sam gets to his feet.
"Go!" Jamie yells, still holding her hand out. "Now!" Sam, Dean and Henry run from the room. Jamie follows behind them.
Dean and Henry jump into the front seats of the Impala. Sam jumps into the back seat behind Henry. Jamie hands him Mark and hurries inside.
"Go, go, go, go, go, go!" Sam yells to Dean, clutching Mark to him. Dean backs out of the parking spot while Sam and Jamie are still closing their doors and drives away towards an oncoming car, tires squealing.
The Impala drives along a narrow road and passes under a large bridge. Dean pulls over to the side of the road and Henry gets out of the passenger seat. He hurries a short distance away and vomits. Sam, Jamie, and Dean also get out of the car. Jamie hangs back, leaning against the car, and comforts Mark whose crying.
"Are you okay?" Sam asks, walking over to Henry.
"Yes, I will be." He vomits again, then wipes his mouth with a handkerchief. "It's just all the adventures I enjoy are usually of the literary nature."
Dean rolls his eyes. "Yeah, well, now that you're done blowing chunks, you want to tell us who Betty Crocker was?"
Henry looks over at him. "Abaddon. She's a demon."
Sam scoffs. "No kidding. Where'd she come from?"
"Where'd you come from?" Dean adds.
"She's from Hell. I'm from Normal, Illinois – 1958."
Dean turns around, looking pissed. "Yeah, right. Seriously? Dudes time-travelling through motel-room closets? That's what we've come to?" he stares at Sam.
Jamie shrugs, bouncing Mark slightly in her arms. "He's telling the truth." Dean and Sam give her a look, she shrugs again.
Henry looks past the boys to Jamie. "You. I've never seen anyone, let alone a psychic, conjure fire like that. How did you do it?"
Dean takes a step forward but Jamie stops him. "It's alright Dean." She mutters. She takes a step towards Henry. "It was a gift." She tells him, looking down at Mark as she speaks. "God gave it to me."
"God?" There's a slight disgust in Henry's voice. Sam and Dean give each other a look, backing off Henry only slightly. "Why? How?"
"I'm a prophet." Jamie answers.
Henry steps back in shock. "A prophet? I have never met a prophet, I am deeply honored."
Dean scoffs. "Well, save it, pal. Stop gawking at my sister."
Henry shakes his head. "Look, if you could just take me to John, we could clear all this up, I'm sure."
Dean narrows his eyes. "I've told you that's not gonna happen."
"Why not?"
"Because he's dead!" Dean yells. Sam frowns. Jamie looks away.
"No." Henry turns away.
Jamie's eyes widen. "Oh my god." Dean and Sam glance at her. She looks down at Mark, holding him closer.
"What's it to you?" Sam asks, turning his attention back to Henry.
"Everything." Henry stares at all three siblings. "I'm his father."
Henry is sitting at a table in a diner holding a black-and-white photograph of himself holding a baseball with his arm around a young boy holding a bat. Dean, Jamie, and Sam are standing at the counter. Jamie is holding Mark whose asleep. Sam looks to Dean. "Driver's license says he's Henry Winchester from Normal, Illinois."
"He knows Dad's birthday, the exact place where he was born." Jamie continues.
"Dude, that's our grandfather." Sam finishes.
Dean sighs, putting his arm up. "I'm just saying before we break out the warm and toasties, let's not forget that, uh, H.G. Wells over there left Dad high and dry when he was a kid."
Sam shrugs. "But maybe he didn't run out on Dad – I mean, not on purpose." He looks at Jamie.
She nods. "Maybe he time-traveled here and, I don't know, got stuck."
"Yeah, well, either way, Dad hated the son of a bitch." Dean looks away.
Sam sighs. "And Dad made up for that how? By being father of the year?" He gestures to Jamie who is looking away.
A Waitress sets trays of food down in front of Dean, Jamie, and Sam. "Here you go."
Jamie nods to her. "Thanks."
Dean turns back to his siblings, picking up the tray. "Look, Dad had his issues, okay, but he was always there for us."
"He was always there for you." Jamie shoots back. Sam frowns.
Dean shakes his head. "Jamie…" Jamie shakes her head. "I freaking hate time-travel, man." He mutters.
Dean and Sam carry the trays of food to the table where Henry is sitting and sit down across the table from him. Jamie sits down beside Dean.
"How you doing?" Sam asks, watching Henry quickly put the photo away.
"I'll be fine. After all, despite everything, I've just met my grandchildren, haven't I?" He holds out a hand to Sam. "Henry Winchester. It's a pleasure."
Sam shakes his hand. "Sam."
"Hello, Sam."
He turns to Jamie and holds his hand out. Jamie doesn't take it. "I'm Jamie." She rubs Mark's back. "This is Mark." She gestures to her baby.
Henry smiles. "Your son?"
She nods. "Mmmhmm."
Henry glances at Jamie's stomach and then clears his throat. "And you're uh…in a family way?"
"Yeah um, this is Emmy." She caresses her belly. Dean reaches over and puts his hand on her stomach for a moment. Jamie smiles at him and he smiles back at her, planting a quick kiss on Mark's head.
Henry holds out his hand to Dean. Dean picks up a basket of food from the tray in front of Sam and sets it down in front of Henry. "Dinner."
Sam sighs. "This is Dean."
"Right."
Dean scoffs. "Well, this has been touching. How about we figure out how to clean up your mess, huh?"
Henry nods. "Abaddon. Yes. She must be stopped."
"How come she didn't die when I stabbed her?" Dean asks.
"Because demons can't be killed by run-of-the-mill cutlery. At the very least…"
"We'd need an ancient demon-killing knife of the Kurds?" Jamie finishes, cutting him off. "Dean." She looks at her brother.
Dean takes his knife partway out of his jacket. "That's what this is."
Henry stares at them in shock. "Where'd you get that?"
Dean shoves the knife back into his jacket. "Demon gave it to me. We've been around this block so many times."
Jamie smirks. "Too many times."
Sam ignores his siblings, turning his attention to Henry. "Now, that portal or whatever it was you came through – is it still open?"
"I highly doubt it. Why?"
"I'm just thinking if we can't kill this Abaddon –"
"– maybe we can shove her back where she came from." Dean finishes for Sam. He looks at Henry. "How did you do it?"
Jamie looks at Henry and then at her brothers. "He used a blood sigil. Blood leads to blood. Or the next person down the line."
Henry stares at Jamie. Dean and Sam don't seem phased.
Sam looks at Jamie. "But Abaddon came through it, also, right?" Jamie nods. Sam looks at Henry. "So can you create this blood sigil again?"
Henry shrugs. "Oh uh my blood, an angel feather, tears of a dragon, a pinch of the sands of time – I – I would need those and... at least a week for my soul to recharge, but, yes, it's possible."
Sam looks surprised. "You tapped the power of your soul to get here? I thought only angels could do that."
"You should know this. What level are you three?" Henry gives them a confused look.
"What level?" Dean asks.
"Level of knowledge. You're Men of Letters, correct?" Henry asks.
Jamie raises an eyebrow. "Men of Letters?" Sam and Dean look at each other and then at Jamie. Jamie shrugs.
Dean turns back to Henry. "I'm a little rusty on my boy bands. Men of what?"
"Men of Letters, like your father, who taught you our ways." Henry says, growing more confused.
"No, we're not." Jamie tells him.
"Our father taught us how to be hunters." Sam adds. Dean and Jamie both nod.
Henry laughs. "You're not. Are you? Hunters?" Dean, Sam, and Jamie don't react. "Well, hunters are... Hunters are apes. You're supposed to – you're legacies."
"Legacies of what?" Dean asks.
The Impala is parked on the street. The businesses around include an antiques store and a shop called "nu" offering salads and pita bread. Henry gets out of the back seat with Jamie and Mark. Sam and Dean get out of the front seats and they walk down the street. Henry stops outside number 242. "What's going on here?" The sign above the door reads "Astro Comics." There is a symbol is still visible carved into the door, but it is partly worn away. Henry touches it. "No."
The siblings stand behind him, watching. "All right, well, this was enlightening." Dean claps his hands once. "Let's hit the road, huh?"
Sam puts out his arm to stop his brother. "Give him a minute, Dean."
Dean rolls his eyes. "We just spent four hours driving, okay? All he did was stare out the window and request Pat Boone on the radio. He had his time."
Jamie shakes her head. "Just hold on, Dean, okay?" Mark looks at Henry and points him out to Jamie. She rubs her son's back, still shaking her head.
"It's just a facade, a way to rook our enemies into believing we are housed elsewhere." Henry says, turning back to the siblings.
Dean narrows his eyes. "Okay, enough with the decoder talk. How about you tell us what this whole "Men of Letters" business is, or you're on your own."
Henry waves him off. "It's none of your concern."
Jamie scoffs. "Oh that's rich, especially coming from you."
Dean steps forward. "Why, because we're hunters? What do you have against us?"
"Aside from the unthinking, unwashed, shoot-first-and-don't-bother-to-ask-questions-later part, not much, really." Henry says annoyed.
"Well he's got you down, Dean." Jamie mutters with a slight smirk. Dean gives her a look.
Sam steps forward. "You know what? Wait a second. We're also John's children."
Henry sighs. "You're more than that, actually. My father and his father before him were both Men of Letters, as John and you three should have been."
Dean and Sam wait for him to say more. Jamie rolls her eyes and sighs. "Men of Letters were preceptors, beholders, chroniclers of all that which man does not understand. Right?" Henry looks surprised.
"You're not just any psychic or any prophet are you?" He asks her.
Dean and Sam look at her. She pauses and then turns to him. "I am the voice of one crying out in the desert." The title garnishes a bad taste in her mouth after all these years.
Henry, however, stares at her in shock. "The foretold one?"
She nods. "Yes. I'm beginning to understand that your legacy might not be so dead afterall." Dean and Sam clear their throats. "Anyway, um the Men of Letters, they would share their findings with hunters."
Henry nods. "But not just any hunters, only a few trusted hunters – the very elite. They do the rest."
"So you're like Yodas to our Jedis." Dean says with a smirk. Henry looks uncomprehending. "Never mind. You'll get there."
Sam walks forward. "Okay, but if you guys were such a big deal, then why haven't we – or anyone besides Jamie – ever heard of you?"
"Abaddon." He mutters.
"Abaddon must have wiped them all out." Jamie says to Dean and Sam. Henry opens the door and walks inside. The siblings follow.
"Henry. Why? Why'd she do it?" Sam asks, catching up to him.
Henry holds up the small wooden box carved with the symbol. "I think for this."
Sam stares at the box. "Okay, what's that?"
"I wish I knew." He puts the box back into his pocket. "Abaddon attacked us the night of my final initiation. All secrets were to be revealed then." Sam looks at Jamie. Jamie shakes her head and shrugs.
Dean walks forward. "Let me get this straight. You traveled through time to protect something that does you don't know what from a demon that you know nothing about?" Henry looks at Dean, then walks down the hallway further into the store. Dean spreads his hands. "Good."
Henry enters a room and stops some distance from the store counter, behind which is a young woman in black who is wearing a studded leather collar. Dean, Jamie, and Sam come up behind him. "Hand me your... walkie-talkie." He says to Sam.
Sam gets his cellphone out. "You mean my phone?"
"Even better." He holds Sam's phone up to his mouth. "Operator, I need Delta 457."
"Wow." Jamie mutters.
Dean looks unimpressed. "Who are you not calling?"
"Our emergency number." Henry tells him, deadpan.
"Yeah. Not anymore." Dean hands the phone back to Sam.
"They can't all be gone. There must be another elder out there who can help us figure out how to stop Abaddon and what to do with the box."
Dean speaks to the young woman behind the counter. "Hey, uh, hi. Can we hijack your computer for a hot second?"
Henry laughs. "Like you could fit a computer in this room."
Jamie rolls her eyes.
"Sure." The young woman steps away.
"Thanks." Dean turns the laptop on the counter around. "Sam."
Sam steps up to the counter. "Yep. All right, um... give me a name – anybody who, uh, might have been there that night – one of those elders."
"Um... Ackers, David. Larry Ganem." Sam enters the names into a search engine. "Um, Ted –"
"Okay, here it is. Um, August 12, 1958." Dean and the woman check each other out. Jamie slaps Dean's chest. "A tragic fire at a gentlemen's club. Uh, 242 Gaines Street." Sam reads.
"This is 242 Gaines Street. But that was no fire." The laptop shows a newspaper article from August 12, 1958 titled "Tragic Fire at Gentlemen's Club, 4 Dead."
Jamie moves in beside Sam and reads. "Larry Ganem, David Ackers, Ted Bowen, and Albert Magnus – all deceased. Albert Magnus?" She looks back at Henry.
"Albert Magnus." He echos.
"Jamie, you've heard of him?" Dean asks.
"The name is familiar." She tells him.
Dean looks at Henry. "He a friend of yours?"
"Even better." Henry turns around.
The Impala drives along a road past a cemetery.
Henry, Jamie, Sam and Dean walk in the cemetery. Sam and Dean hold flashlights. Jamie holds Mark. Henry leads the way.
"Mama. Eat." Mark complains.
"Did you leave your bottle in the car?" Jamie asks softly.
"Mama." He whines. Jamie turns around and glances over her shoulder at Henry. Dean and Sam distract him with the tombstones. Mark makes his bottle appear when Henry's back is turned.
"These were my friends, my mentors, our last defense against the Abaddons of the world." Henry says sadly.
Dean shines his flashlight on a headstone. "Here's your buddy Albert Magnus."
"Albertus Magnus. He was hardly a buddy."
Jamie walks up to him. "He was the greatest alchemist of the middle ages."
Sam raises an eyebrow, looking towards Jamie. "Okay, so why is he buried here?"
"He's not." Henry tells him. "His was the alias we'd use when going incognito. I believe someone planted his name in that article... so that if a Man of Letters came looking for answers, he'd know something was amiss."
Sam nods. "So someone wanted you to come to this grave."
"The question is why."
Dean shines his flashlight on the unicursal hexagram symbol, which is carved into the headstone. "What is this?" Jamie looks down and then holds up her wrist, the one she's wearing her charm bracelet on. One of the charms is same symbol. "This the Aquarian Star. It represents power and magic."
Henry nods. "It's our crest. They say it stood at the gates of Atlantis itself."
Sam shines his flashlight around. "Hmm. It's on all the tombstones except for this one – uh, Larry Ganem." He shines his flashlight on a headstone that reads:
LARRY GANEM
March 23rd 1926
August 12th 1958
Henry crouches down in front of the headstone, which has a different symbol carved into it. "The Haitian symbol for speaking to the dead. This is the message." He glances over his shoulder. "You boys ever exhume a body?"
Dean and Sam look at each other.
Sam and Dean are shoveling in a grave, the coffin fully exposed. Henry crouches nearby. Jamie is holding Mark whose drinking from his bottle. She smooths his hair back and kisses him. Henry looks over at them.
"Tell me how we got stuck doing this?" Dean mutters to Sam. They lift the coffin out of the grave and Henry pulls back the lid. A skeleton wearing a suit lies in the coffin. "Hey, was, uh, Larry a World War I vet?"
"No." Henry answers.
"Well, then, who's the stiff?" Dean asks.
"No idea."
Sam looks at a metal dog tag on the skeleton's clothes. "Captain Thomas J. Carey III. That mean anything to you?"
Henry shakes his head.
Dean shrugs. "Well, somebody wanted you to see this, so maybe that somebody is Larry."
Sam looks at Dean. "So, what, maybe he, uh, survives the attack and hides out with this guy's identity?"
Jamie shrugs. "It's what any of us would do. And it's our only lead." She points out.
"Okay. What are we waiting for, then?" Henry walks off. "Cover this up. Let's be on our way."
Sam and Dean look at each other. Jamie sighs. "Get out, I'll do it. Dean, take Mark."
Sam gets out of the hole. Dean puts the lid on the coffin and gets out. He takes Mark. "Daddy." Mark snuggles into Dean's chest. Jamie raises her hands and causes the dirt to levitate. She drops it down into the hole, covering it up.
"I love you." Dean tells her.
Jamie scoffs. "Oh come on, if you let me use my powers for everything you'd never have any fun."
Inside the motel Jamie is putting Mark to bed in the next room. Sam sits at a table reading John's journal. Henry is on the couch, whistling "As Time Goes By." Dean is using the laptop at the table next to Sam. He looks up. "What is that? I know that tune."
Henry looks up. "As Time Goes By." I hope so. It's from "Casablanca."
Sam nods. "Right. Dad used to whistle it from time to time."
Henry smiles. "Your father saw "Abbott and Costello Meet the Mummy" at the drive-in one night. It scared the beeswax out of him. So I got him this little music box that played that song to help him sleep at night. It worked like a charm."
Jamie walks in and stands against the doorway. "Wow, it's hard to believe Dad was ever scared of anything."
"Hey, uh, according to county records, Tom Carey lives in Lebanon, Kansas, and is a very happy 127-year-old." Dean closes the laptop. "I say we get some shut-eye, head over first thing in the morning."
Sam looks up from the journal. "Wait, wait, wait. Listen to this. According to Dad's journal, he once tortured a demon that said he made his bones working for Abaddon, who, it turns out, is-"
Jamie cuts him off. "A Knight of Hell."
Sam nods. "Yeah."
Dean groans. "What does that even mean?"
Jamie walks towards them. "Knights of Hell are hand-picked by Lucifer himself. They are of the first-fallen, first-born demons."
Sam twists to look at her. "So very pure, very strong."
Jamie nods. "Stronger even then Lilith."
Henry stands up. "Legend has it that Archangels had killed all of them, which, as we have witnessed, is not the case."
Dean shrugs. "Unless she's the last of her kind."
Jamie scoffs. "Where's Gabriel when you need him?"
Henry gestures to the journal. "You say that belonged to your father?"
Sam nods. "Yeah."
"May I?"
Sam slides the journal across the table towards Henry.
"It's a hunter's journal. Dad passed this on to us. We in turn all keep one." Jamie explains.
" I assume Men of Letters – you use journals, too?" Sam asks.
Henry nods. "I intended to. I sent away for one the day before my initiation." He lifts a photograph tucked into the inside cover of the journal to reveal the initials "HW" stamped in the leather. "As a matter of fact, judging by my initials here, this one, I believe."
Jamie brushes the letters. "I've never noticed that before."
"That was yours?" Dean asks.
"It must have arrived after... I'm beginning to gather I don't make it back from this time, do I?" He looks up at the siblings.
Sam sighs. "We don't know for sure. All we do know is that Dad never saw you again."
"What did he think happened to me?"
"He thought you ran out on him." Dean tells him.
Henry looks down. "John was a legacy. I was supposed to teach him the ways of the Letters."
Jamie goes over and leans against Dean's chair. "Well, he learned things a little differently."
"How?"
Dean wraps his arm around Jamie. "The hard way. Surviving a lonely childhood, a stinking war... only to get married and have his wife taken by a demon... and later killed by one himself. That man got a bum rap around every turn. But you know what? He kept going. And in the end, he did a hell of a lot more good than he did bad."
Henry sighs. "I'm sorry. I wish I had been there for him."
Dean scoffs. "Yeah, it's a little late for that now, don't you think?" He gets up and walks towards the door.
"It's the price we pay for upholding great responsibility. We know that."
Dean angrily turns back to him. "Your responsibility was to your family, not some glorified book club!"
"I was a legacy. I had no choice."
"Yeah, you keep telling yourself that."
"Dean!"
Dean walks out the door and closes it behind him. Jamie sighs, getting up and rubbing her belly. She walks into the bedroom. Sam and Henry sit at the table for a few moments, then Sam gets up and there's the sound of a door opening. "Hey." Sam says. He closes the bedroom door behind him. Jamie laying in bed with Mark.
"Hey."
Sam sits down on the other bed. "I wish I could sleep like that." He gestures to Mark.
"I think we all wish we could sleep like that." She pauses for a moment. "I miss Dad. I miss him so much. If I hadn't been so angry with him, maybe…"
Sam sighs. "Maybe Dad, and AJ, and Bobby would all be alive? Cas wouldn't be crazy."
Jamie closes her eyes in frustration. "Oh my god, Cas."
Sam rubs her shoulder. "We'll figure out a way to fix him. Well, Dean will figure out a way to fix him."
She scoffs. "Yeah, whose gonna fix Dean?"
Sam chuckles. Dean walks in. Sam looks over at him. "Hey."
"Hey." He walks over and hugs Jamie, bending over to kiss her belly. "You go to sleep." Jamie smirks and closes her eyes. Dean lays down on the other side of the bed. He kisses Mark and tucks him in.
Sam watches with a smile. "You're a good father, you know."
Dean turns over to look at him. "Yeah?"
He nods. "Yeah. Mark and Emmy are going to grow up to be amazing hunters."
Dean looks down at Mark. "I would give anything for them not too."
Sam eases himself unto the bed. "Well I don't think you'll have to worry about Mark. Emmy is already a psychic."
Dean turns back to him. "That doesn't mean anything."
Sam chuckles. "Dean, they're your kids. You're supposed to worry about them. You're supposed to want to protect them. Jamie is never gonna leave the life, not really, and I somehow doubt you will either, so Mark and Emmy are going to grow up learning how to be hunters. If they're anything like the two of you I doubt you'll have much choice. You need to accept that."
Henry looks through John's journal. When he finally closes it, Dean and Sam, wearing jeans and T-shirts, are asleep on top of the covers of the beds. Jamie, also in jeans and a tank top is asleep on the other side of Dean, with Mark in between them, tucked under the blanket.
The next morning Dean, and Jamie are asleep. Sam is holding Mark on his hip and a notepad in his other hand. He hits Dean on the shoulder with a notepad. "Hey. Wake up!"
Dean wakes up startled. "What? What?!"
Jamie opens her eyes and looks up. "What is it, Sam?"
"Henry – he's gone."
Dean sits up. "Where is he?"
"Well, no idea. He just left a note saying he was gonna fix everything." He shows Dean.
"Or Screw it all up." Jamie mutters.
"All right." Dean gets up.
A little while later Dean enters the room from outside. Sam is sitting at the table. Jamie is feeding Mark. "Now we know what he meant by "fix everything."
Sam looks over at him. "What?"
"He broke in to the trunk, stole an angel feather. I'm guessing he's gonna whip up another one of those blood spells and Marty McFly himself back to the 1950s."
"To do what? Stop Abaddon before she strikes?" Sam asks.
Jamie looks at Dean. "Or grab Dad and haul ass."
Dean nods. "Look, point is he's doing it."
Sam shrugs. "How? He still needs two ingredients for the spell. Unless... "
Jamie looks at Sam. "Unless there's some place nearby that sells real hoodoo. A hunter's shop. "
Sam opens the laptop.
"I'll call Garth." Dean takes out his phone. Sam clicks on an item on a police scanner application on the laptop.
"All units, possible homicide at Astro Comics. Location..."
"Hey."
Jamie and Dean turn to Sam. "Hmm?"
"It just hit the wires – one dead at Astro Comics."
Dean and Jamie both look over Sam's shoulder. "Abaddon?"
"Yeah, has to be."
Dean nods. "Okay, so she's close. Jamie and I'll go find Henry. You find Larry. Figure out how to kill this chick." Dean leaves the room. Jamie puts Mark's jacket on and grabs her own, following him.
Dean enters the shop. Jamie walks in behind him with Mark.
"Poo-goh. Kah-nee-lah..." Henry is speaking the words of the spell in front of a door on which is drawn the same symbol he used in 1958. The symbol is glowing bright gold.
Dean rushes forward. "Henry, wait! Jamie break the connection."
Henry holds his hand up. "Wait, This is a risk I have to take."
"And what if you die, huh? Who said you'll even survive a jump?"
Henry turns to face Dean. Jamie flicks her wrist. The symbol stops glowing. "You cannot begin to understand how I felt after reading John's journal."
Dean shakes his head. "Oh, I think we can. See, I've read that thing more times than you can imagine, and it hurts every time."
Jamie nods. "I know more about my father from that journal then I do from the man himself."
Henry stares at her. "I read the letter he wrote to you, Jamie. All that pain, giving up his only daughter to prevent the fate that befell her mother, feeling as though he had no other choice."
Jamie closes her eyes. "It hurts. It does."
"Maybe so, but you didn't let him down! I did! Just like you said!"
"Well, I was wrong." Dean tells him.
"No! No, you were right. And I'm going to go back and give him the life he deserves, not the one he was forced to live."
Jamie steps forward. "And what if it's not meant to be?"
"Then it will be!" he counters.
Dean crosses his arms. "How can you be so sure?"
"Because it's the right thing to do! I can save him and stop Abaddon!"
"How?"
"By going back an hour before she attacks and making preparations."
Jamie shakes her head. "No." Henry looks at her. "If you do that and you change the past, me, Dean, and Sam might cease to exist!"
"I'm aware that time is a delicate mistress, but I'm willing to bet on this being for the best."
Dean steps forward. "Listen, I understand that this is not your idea of a happy ending, okay, and that – that you're disappointed that me, Jamie, and Sam are mouth-breathing hunters. But you know what? We stopped the Apocalypse."
"If this works the way I planned, there will never be an Apocalypse to stop."
"You can't possibly-" Jamie cuts herself off, her eyes glazing over. "D-Dean!" She grabs for her brother.
Dean grabs unto her. "What is it? What's wrong?" He looks at her.
"Sammy." Mark says sadly. Jamie grips Dean's shoulder. Dean's phone rings. He looks at Jamie and then takes it out.
"Sammy?" He asks.
"Abaddon." Jamie mutters.
"No. Much sexier. Try again."
"Abaddon." Dean repeats. Jamie grips his shoulder tighter.
"Good boy. Now listen up – I want to make a good, old-fashioned horse trade. Henry and the key for your brother. Or he dies." Dean closes his eyes. "Am I clear?"
"Crystal."
"On the road to Larry's, there's a processing plant. Don't keep me waiting."
Dean hangs up. He looks at Jamie. She blinks and straightens up. "That bitch."
"Sammy." Mark fusses.
"It's okay, son." Dean kisses Mark's forehead, ruffling his hair. He looks at Jamie. Jamie stares back at him.
"Abaddon has Sam?" Henry asks.
Dean nods looking at him. "She wants to trade you and the key for Sam's life."
"If I could just go back, stop this all from happening."
Dean steps forward. "And what if you can't? I can't take that risk – not with Sammy on the hook now."
"I can't abandon my son, Dean! Not again! I need to do this. I'm sorry." He turns back to the sigil on the door. "Kah-nee-lah... Poo-goh." The sigil glows gold again. "Kah-nee-lah... Poo-goh."
"Well, I'm sorry, too." Jamie flicks her wrist and the sigil stops glowing. Dean wraps his arms around Henry from behind.
Dean is driving. Jamie and Mark are asleep in the backseat. Henry, in the passenger seat, wakes.
"Sorry about that." Dean tells him.
Henry rubs his neck. "No, you're not. You've wanted to do that since we met."
Dean glances at him and then at the road. "Henry, you need to understand something. When my dad died, I couldn't save him... no matter how bad I wanted to. I never want that to happen to Sam and Jamie... ever. They're the only family I got. Sam's my brother. If there's a chance that I can save him, I'm gonna do it."
The Impala is parked outside the plant.
Dean, Jamie, and Henry walk through the plant. Henry's hands are behind his back and Dean holds his arm. Jamie follows holding Mark. They enter a large room.
"Don't do it, Dean." Henry says desperately.
Dean doesn't look at him. "Too late for that now."
Abbadon and Sam are waiting in the room.
"That's the problem with you hunters. You're all short-sighted." Henry mutters.
"Yeah, at least we're not extinct." Jamie shoots back. They stop walking.
"Abaddon! I'll send Henry here over with the box. You do the same with Sam. No tricks." Dean puts the box into Henry's jacket pocket.
"My only interest is Henry and the key. You're free to go."
Dean gives Henry a shove. Henry doesn't move and Dean takes out his gun. "You can do this standing, or you can do it crawling. Your call."
SAM, whose hands are bound in front of him, starts walking towards Dean and Jamie. Henry starts walking towards Abaddon. Sam pauses when he and Henry meet in the middle. "Henry, I'm sorry."
"Save it."
Sam keeps walking. Dean takes out a knife to cut the rope binding Sam's hands. "Don't do this, guys. This is a bad idea." Sam tells his siblings.
"Shut your mouth." Dean says firmly. "Let's go." He cuts the rope. Henry reaches Abaddon.
Jamie pushes Sam's back. "Come on." The siblings try to leave the room, but at a motion from Abaddon, the door closes. Jamie rolls her eyes. "Somehow I figured that would happen." She waves her hand but the door barely moves.
Dean turns around. "We had a deal!" He yells.
Abaddon laughs. "Surprise. I lied." She plunges a hand into Henry's abdomen.
"Henry!" Sam starts to run towards Henry, but Dean puts out a hand to stop him.
"Wait. Wait." Dean tells him.
Abaddon withdraws her hand and Henry gasps. His mouth is full of blood. He is holding a gun behind his back and that his handcuffs weren't fastened. "You're not the only one." Henry shoots Abaddon under the chin. Her skull glows with bright light. Jamie grabs Sam's hand and sends him a vision.
They're back in the Impala. Dean is talking to Henry. "I'm gonna do it." He tells him.
"So, what are you thinking?" Henry asks.
Jamie leans forward. "Can you slow Abaddon down? Because if you can, we'll do the rest."
"Whoo! What a blast. Now, give me the box." Abaddon demands. She reaches into Henry's jacket pocket and takes out a pack of cards. She throws it to the ground. "Where is it?!" She screams. There are loud crashing noises and the lights go off and on with flying sparks. "Okay. We can do this the hard way." She grabs Henry's chin and attempts to breathe black smoke into his mouth, but it seems to meet with an invisible shield. She shoves Henry and he falls to the ground. Sam runs to him and supports him. Dean and Jamie back away. Abaddon tries to move, but seems to be held in place. She screams again and sparks fly from the lights. "Why am I stuck?!"
Jamie walks forward and holds her hand out in the demon's direction. In the Impala Henry carves a devil's trap into the head of a bullet. He hands it to Dean. "A devil's trap carved into the bullet."
"Why didn't we ever think of that?" Jamie asks.
Dean puts the bullet into a gun and hands the gun to Henry. "You're gonna have to get close."
Jamie nods. "And "close" means it could get ugly."
Henry takes the gun. "I know. But you do that for blood."
Jamie steps back and kneels down beside Henry. Henry shakes slightly as he leans against Sam and looks up at Abaddon. "You still didn't kill me." She hisses.
"No, but you'll wish we did." Dean comes up behind her and cuts off her head with a machete. "The demon trap in your noggin is gonna keep you from smoking out. We're gonna cut you into little steaks and bury each strip under cement. You might not be dead, but you'll wish you were."
"We did it." Henry breathes.
Dean crouches down in front of him. "No, you did it. For a bookworm, that wasn't bad, Henry."
Sam looks up. "Jamie, bring Mark closer maybe he can heal him."
Jamie looks down at Mark, and sets him on his feet. "Hey honey. You have to touch him, Mark." She tells him, smoothing back his hair. "Like you did for Daddy that one time, remember?"
Henry puts his arm up. "No. It's fatal. It will take a lot of energy to heal. More than a half-angel child could muster so quickly."
Jamie looks up surprised. "You know?" Henry smiles. Jamie takes Mark back into her arms.
Henry looks around at the siblings. "I'm sorry I judged you three so harshly for being hunters. I should have known better."
"About?" Sam asks.
"You're also Winchesters. As long as we're alive, there's always hope." Dean, Jamie, and Sam look at each other. "I didn't know my son as a man, but having met you three..." Henry takes Dean's hand with his right hand and holds out his left hand to Sam. He looks at Jamie. Jamie leans in and holds his arm. "…I know I would have been proud of him."
"Love you, grampa." Mark speaks up. Henry smiles and then dies. Sam, Jamie, and Dean look at each other, then Sam looks down at the box, which Henry put into his hand. Sam looks back up at Dean, who looks down towards Jamie. Jamie lets go of Henry and puts her hand on her stomach. Mark hugs his mother and then walks over to Dean. Dean hugs him.
Mark is standing between Jamie and Dean, who are holding his hands, in the cemetery where the other Men of Letters are buried. Sam hammers a cross grave marker into the ground, then stands next to Dean in front of the grave. "H. Winchester" is carved into the cross.
"I get it now." Sam mutters.
"Hmm?" Dean glances at him.
"What Cupid said about heaven busting ass to get Mom and Dad together."
Jamie smirks. "The Winchesters and the Campbells – the brains and the brawn. Explains why I was born a psychic, all the knowledge that the Men of Letters possess, I can access it." She looks at Dean and Sam.
Sam nods. "Yeah your powers are starting to get scary."
Jamie rolls her eyes. "Oh please, it took me forever to get that door open."
Dean smiles. "Well, I'm glad you two see it. All I see in our family tree is a whole lot of dead." He takes a photograph out of his pocket. "Hey, I, uh... found this in Henry's wallet." He hands the photo to Sam. It is the picture of Henry holding a baseball and John holding a bat that Henry was looking at in the diner.
"Dad looks happy." He hands the photo back to Dean.
"Kind of makes you wish he knew the truth, huh? I mean, all those years thinking his old man ditched when the poor son of a bitch really came here and saved our bacon. Freaking time-travel, man."
Jamie sighs. "You think it would have made a difference?"
Dean looks at her. "What?"
"Dad."
"You mean if he'd had his own father around?" Sam asks.
Jamie nods. "Yeah."
"Hmm."
Dean looks at the twins. "What, in how he raised us? He did the best he could." Dean kneels down and picks up Mark.
Jamie nods. "I know that. I – I do."
"They all did." Sam takes the box out of his pocket. Dean looks at it.
"What are the chances that place is still standing?"
Sam shrugs. "A chance we've got to take, I guess. I mean, we are legacies, right?"
