Dean finds himself in a large, lavishly appointed room. The walls are painted white with gold trim and accents, and a marble table stands in the center. Castiel is there with Jamie. "Hello, Dean. It's almost time."

Dean pokes around the room, looking at the magnificent pastoral paintings on the walls. He turns back to the table and finds that it now holds a silver bowl packed with ice and full of beer bottles, and a
large platter of hamburgers. Jamie watches him. She looks sad.

Zachariah appears. "Hello, Dean. You're looking fit."

Dean looks at him. "Well, how 'bout this? ""The suite life of Zach and Cas." The angels give him blank looks. "It's a... never mind. So, what is this? Where the hell are we?"

"Call it a Green room. We're closing in on the grand finale, here. We want to keep you and Jamie safe before showtime." The angel explains and then indicates the food on the table. "Try a burger. They're your favorite. From that seaside shack in Delaware. You were 11, I think."

Dean looks down at the burgers. "I'm not hungry."

Zachariah tilts his head. "No? How about Ginger from season 2 of "Gilligan's Island"? You do have a thing for her, don't you?"

Dean looks at him. "Tempting. Weird."

"We'll throw in Mary Ann for free."

"No, no. Let's... bail on the holodeck, okay? I want to know what the game plan is."

"Let us worry about that. We want you... focused, relaxed."

Dean smirks. "Well, I'm about to be pissed and leaving, so start talking, Chuckles."

Zachariah sighs. "All the seals have fallen. Except one."

Dean smirks. "That's an impressive score. That's... that's right up there with the Washington Generals." He says sarcastically.

"You think sarcasm's appropriate, do you? Considering... you started all this? But the final seal... it'll be different."

"Why?"

"Lilith has to break it. She's the only one who can. Tomorrow night - midnight."

"Where?"

"We're working on it."

"Well, work harder."

"we'll do our job. You just make sure you do yours."

"Yeah, and what is that, exactly? If I'm supposed to be the one that stops her, how? With the knife?"

"All in good time."

"Isn't now a good time?"

"Have faith."

"What, in you? Give me one good reason why I should."

The angel starts getting in Dean's face. "Because you swore your obedience. So obey."

Dean looks past him at Castiel, who looks down guiltily. Jamie is standing beside him, a tear rolls down her cheek.

Dean and Jamie are alone in the room. Jamie is sitting on the table. Dean is pacing. He's holding his phone and considers it.

"Just do it." Jamie tells him.

"Ah, screw it." He opens the phone and dials.

"It's Sam. Leave me a message."

"Hey, it's me. Uh..." He clears throat. "Look, I'll just get right to it. I'm still pissed... and I owe you a serious beatdown. But... I shouldn't have said what i said. You know, I'm not Dad. We're brothers. You know, we're family. And, uh... no matter how bad it gets, that doesn't change. Sammy, I'm sorry. Jamie is sorry too." He hangs up.

Jamie is sitting cross legged on the table. She squeezes her eyes shut. Tears roll down her cheeks. Dean watches her. "Jamie…"

Jamie opens her eyes. "I can't see, Dean. I can't see anything. I can't even see Sam."

Dean goes over to her. "I'm sure it's just a glitch or something. Nothing serious."

Jamie takes a shaking breath. "What if it's gone? What am I gonna do without my sight?"

Dean pulls her into a hug and sighs. He's frustrated. He breaks away and she closes her eyes again. He pokes at one of the numerous figurines on one of the many mantlepieces and tips it deliberately to the ground. It shatters with a crash just as Castiel appears behind him. He turns around, looking slightly guilty.

"You asked to see me?"

Dean clears his throat. "Yeah, listen, I, uh, I-I need something."

"Anything you wish."

"I need you to take me to see Sam."

"Why?"

"There's something I got to talk to him about."

"What's that?"

"The B.M. I took this morning. What's it to you? Just make it snappy."

"I don't think that's wise."

"Well, I didn't ask you for your opinion."

Castiel stares at him. "Have you forgotten what happened the last time you met?"

"No. That's the whole point. Listen, I'm gonna do whatever you mooks want, okay? I just need to tie up this one thing. Five minutes - that's all I need."

"No."

Jamie opens her eyes and gets off the table.

Dean stares at Castiel. "What do you mean, no? Are you saying that I'm trapped here?"

"You can go wherever you want."

"Super. I want to go see Sam."

"Except there."

Jamie stares at the angel. "Castiel!"

Castiel looks at her. "I cannot."

Jamie and Dean look at each other. "I want to take a walk." Dean says.

"Fine. I'll go with you."

Dean looks at Jamie. "Alone."

"No."

"You know what? Screw this noise. I'm out of here."

He heads for the door. Jamie turns around.

"Through what door?" Dean turns to face him, frowning. Jamie waves her hand, but as she goes the door disappears. When he turns back, the door has been replaced by a smooth wall. He turns back to face Castiel, who has also disappeared.

"Damn it."

Jamie shakes her head.

Dean is attempting to break through a wall with a pedestal. Jamie is standing behind him, arms crossed, looking unimpressed. He has smashed through to the foundations, but when he pauses, the wall repairs itself. "Son of a bitch."

"Told you."

Dean whirls around and looks at her. "Help me!"

Jamie uncrosses her arms and stares at him. "I can't! If I can't see what makes you think I can do something like that?"

"Because you could do it before all this prophet crap started, which means things like that are not tied to these winged rats. Just try! You have to try, damnit. We need to get to Sam."

Jamie sighs. "Alright! Move out of the way." Dean moves behind her. Jamie frowns and then holds her hands out. She tries to pry the wall apart. It cracks through, but Jamie is obviously having a hard time. She can't hold it and collapses into Dean's arms. The wall repairs itself.

"Damn."

Zachariah suddenly appears. "Quit hurling feces like a howler monkey, would you? It's unbecoming."

Dean turns to him. "Let us out of here."

"Like I told you: too dangerous out there. Demons on the prowl."

Dean rolls his eyes. "I've been getting my ass kicked all year. Now you're sweating my safety? You're lying. I want to see my brother."

"That's... ill-advised."

Dean seeths. "You know, I am so sick of your crap riddles and your smug, fat face. What the hell is going on, huh? Why can't I see Sam? And how am I gonna ice Lilith?"

Jamie turns to Zachariah, staring at him intently. "Zachariah! The prophetess…"

The angel sighs. "You're not. ...Going to ice Lilith."

"What?"

"Lilith's going to break the final seal. Fait accompli at this point. Train's left the station."

"What?" Jamie asks in horror.

Dean looks at his sister and then back to Zachariah. "But me and Sam and Jamie, we can stop..." he cuts off and looks down at Jamie having an epiphany. Jamie gives him a deer in the headlights look. "You don't want to stop it, do you?"

Zachariah grins. "Nope. Never did. The end is nigh. The apocalypse is coming, kiddo, to a theater near you."

"You son of a bitch!" Jamie gets up, holding unto Dean.

"What was all that crap about saving seals?" Dean asked, pissed.

Zachariah shrugs. "Our grunts on the ground - we couldn't just tell them the whole truth. We'd have a full-scale rebellion on our hands. I mean, think about it. Would we really let 65 seals get broken unless senior management wanted it that way?"

"But why?"

"Why not?"

"The apocalypse?"

"Poor name, bad marketing - puts people off. When all it is is Ali/Foreman. On a... slightly larger scale. And we like our chances. When our side wins - and we will - it's paradise on earth. Now, what's not to like about that?"

Jamie scoffs. "I could name a few things."

Dean holds him behind him. "What happens to all the people during your little pissing contest?"

The angel shrugs again. "Well... you can't make an omelet without cracking a few eggs. In this case... truckloads of eggs, but you get the picture. Look... it happens. This isn't the first planetary enema we've delivered." He catches Dean eyeing a vase. "Uh, no, Dean. Probably shouldn't try to bash my skull in with that thing. Wouldn't end up too pleasant for you." Jamie holds her hand out and Zachariah grabs her arm. "Now prophetess, remember who you work for." Jamie yanks her arm back, staring darkly at him.

"Give me back my sight." She hisses.

Zachariah shakes his head. "Not until you learn some respect. " He tells her, mockingly.

"What about Sam? He won't go quietly. He'll stop Lilith."

Zachariah inhales deeply. "Sam... has a part to play. A very important part. He may need a little nudging in the right direction, but I'll make sure he plays it."

"What does that mean? What are you gonna do to him?" He looks at Jamie. "What are they going to do?"

Jamie stares darkly Zachariah.

"Sam, Sam, Sam. Marcia, Marcia, Marcia. Forget about him, would you? You have larger concerns. Why do you think I'm confiding in you? You're still vital, Dean. We weren't lying about your destiny. Just... omitted a few pertinent details. But nothing's changed. You are chosen. You will stop it. Just... not Lilith, or the apocalypse. That's all."

"Which means?"

He gestures to a painting on the wall: Saint Michel terrassant le Dragon. "Lucifer. You're going to stop Lucifer. You're our own little Russell Crowe, complete withsurly attitude. And when it's over... and when you've won... your rewards will be... unimaginable. Peace, happiness... two virgins and seventy sluts." He chuckles. "Trust me - one day, we'll look back on this and laugh."

Jamie moves her hair out of her face. "What about me?"

Zachariah turns to her. "You? You're the voice crying out the desert. You're the passive all knowing narrator of our little story. So that all will hear and know of our power. Emphasis on the passive though, can't have you interfering with what's to come."

"Tell me something. Where's God in all this?"

"God? God has left the building."

Zachariah disappears. Jamie puts her head in her hands. Dean is attempts to call Sam again. He dials the phone, but hears only static. Jamie then tries, but also gets static. Castiel appears behind them.

"You can't reach him. You're outside your coverage zone."

Jamie turns around. "Cas."

"What are you gonna do to Sam?" Dean asks.

Castiel looks at them. "Nothing. He's gonna do it to himself."

"What?" Jamie asks.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Castiel looks down. "Oh, right, right. Got to toe the company line. Why are you here, Cas?"

"We've been through much together, you two and I. And I just wanted to say, I'm sorry it ended like this."

"Sorry"? Dean scoffs. "It's Armageddon, Cas. You need a bigger word than "sorry."

Jamie shakes her head. "Castiel, how could you? After everything?"

"Try to understand - this is long foretold. This is your..."

Dean cuts him off. "Destiny? Don't give me that "holy" crap. Destiny, God's plan... It's all a bunch of lies, you poor, stupid son of a bitch! It's just a way for your bosses to keep me, to keep Jamie, and keep you in line! You know what's real? People, families - that's real. And you're gonna watch them all burn?"

Jamie pleads with him. "It does not have to be this way, Cas! We can stop it, we can save everyone."

Castiel stares at them. "What is so worth saving? I see nothing but pain here. I see inside you, Dean. I see your guilt, your anger, confusion. Jamie, I look inside you and I see loss, I see a broken heart and anguish and despair. In paradise, all is forgiven. You'll be at peace, both of you. Even with Sam."

Dean shakes his head and then gets in Castiel's face. "You can take your peace... and shove it up your lily-white ass. 'Cause I'll take the pain and the guilt. I'll even take Sam as is. It's a lot better than being some Stepford bitch in paradise. This is simple, Cas! No more crap about being a good soldier. There is a right and there is a wrong here, and you know it." Castiel turns away. "Look at me! You know it! You were gonna help me once, weren't you? You were gonna warn me about all this, before they dragged you back to bible camp. Help me - now. Please."

Jamie grabs Castiel's arm and forces him to look at her. "Do you know why you see what you see inside me? Because AJ…" She closes her eyes tears running down her face. "The man I loved more than anything in this world, died doing what is right. And our parents, they died the same way. In this battle between good and evil, that is never ending. All my life, I have lived to serve, and I lost everything doing it. But I would do it over in a heartbeat. All three of us would. Because we're human, and humans accept pain as a part of life. The way life is supposed to be. "

Castiel sighs. "What would you have me do?"

Dean looks at Jamie. "Get us to Sam. We can stop this before it's too late."

"I do that, we will all be hunted. We'll all be killed."

Jamie shakes her head, wiping her eyes. "It doesn't matter."

Dean nods. "If there is anything worth dying for... this is it."

"Stand with us, Castiel." Jamie tells him.

He looks away. Dean gets extremely pissed. "You spineless... soulless son of a bitch. What do you care about dying? You're already dead. We're done."

Castiel turns back around "Dean…"

"We're done!" He yells.

Dean is pacing. Jamie is leaning against the wall with her eyes shut. He pauses in front of the platter of hamburgers and considers. He takes one. Suddenly Castiel appears behind him, grabs him by the shoulder, and shoves him against the wall, pressing a hand over his mouth and drawing the knife. Jamie opens her eyes and watches them. A moment passes while they stare at each other, then Dean nods slightly. Castiel lets him go. He draws the knife across his forearm and takes the blood with his other hand, smearing it on the wall to form the Angel banishing sigil. ZACHARIAH appears. "Castiel! Would you mind explaining just what the hell you're doing?"

Castiel finishes drawing and slams his hand in the center of the sigil. In a violent flash of white light, Zachariah vanishes. "He won't be gone long."

Jamie grabs unto Dean's arm. "We have to find Sam now."

"Where is he?"

Castiel looks at them. "I don't know. Jamie?"

She shakes her head. "I'm still blocked off."

"It's Michael. It's gotta be. He's the only one powerful enough to keep you from seeing."

Jamie sighs. "Great."

"We have to stop Sam, from killing Lilith."

Dean turns back to Castiel. "But Lilith's gonna break the final seal."

Jamie's eyes widen. "Oh my god. No she isn't."

Dean looks at her. "Your sight is back?"

"No. But I can still read minds. Cas, tell him."

Castiel sighs. "Lilith is the final seal. She dies, the end begins."

Dean and Jamie look at each other. "Cas, take us to Chuck."

Castiel, Jamie, and Dean appear suddenly in Chuck's kitchen. The prophet looks up in shock. "Wait. T-t-this isn't supposed to happen."

"Sir?"

"No, lady, this is definitely supposed to happen, but I just got to call you back." He says into the phone before he hangs up.

"St. Mary's? What is it, a convent?" Dean asks.

Jamie nods. "Yes."

"But you guys aren't supposed to be there. You're not in this story." Chuck is still trying to understand.

Jamie sighs. "We know."

"Yeah, well..." Castiel glances at Dean and Jamie. "We're making it up as we go." A great rumbling begins, accompanied by a blinding white light.

"Aw, man! not again!" Chuck groans.

Jamie's eyes widen in horror. "Raphael! He's coming."

Castiel grabs unto Dean and Jamie. "I'll hold him off! I'll hold them all off! Just stop Sam!"

"Jamie."Dean goes to grab Jamie's arm but she pulls it away.

"No. I have to stay here. You have to do this alone. It's you and only you who can stop Sam. And Dean…stab Ruby in the friggin heart for me." She steps away from her brother. Castiel claps Dean on the forearm, transporting him away. Castiel, Jamie, and Chuck stand side by side to face what comes. Jamie grabs Castiel's hand. Castiel looks at her and then they look out the window. Chuck places a hand on the angel's shoulder; Castiel gives him a look, and Chuck drops his hand in embarrassment. The rumbling grows louder. "Chuck, get out of the way." Jamie lets go of Castiel's hand and holds her arms out in front of her. Chuck moves out of the way. "Raphael, ego vox in deserto! Precipio tibi in nomine domini cohibebo!" The light engulfs Jamie and Castiel. "CASTIEL!"