Sam and Dean walk through Chuck's devastated house. It's in complete ruin. Dean turns to look at Sam, and Sam catches the look of fear on his older brother's face. There's a noise, and they both turn: nothing. They keep looking around.

"Jamie! Chuck?" Sam calls.

"Jamie!" Dean yells.

Chuck jumps out and hits Sam on the head with a toilet plunger. Sam stumbles back, hand to his head. "Geez! Ow!"

"Sam." Chuck says in surprise.

"Yeah!" Sam shoots back, annoyed.

Dean looks over at the pair. "Hey, Chuck. Wheres-" Jamie walks up to them. She looks distraught. Dean and Sam both hold their arms out and she runs into them.

"Jamie." Sam breaths, holding unto his twin.

"Oh my god guys." She mutters into Dean's chest.

"Yeah, we're here." Dean tells her.

They hold unto her and turn to Chuck. "So...you're okay?" He asks, looking at Sam.

"Well, my head hurts."

"No, I mean—I mean, my—"

Jamie pulls back. "He means his last vision. You and all the demon blood."

"You went, like, full-on Vader. Your body temperature was one-fifty. Your heart rate was two hundred. Your eyes were black."

Dean turns to his brother. "Your eyes went black?"

SAM looks back over his shoulder. "I didn't know."

Jamie stands next to Dean, leaning against her brother. "He didn't, really."

Dean glances at her and then looks around. "Where's Cas?" Jamie looks at the ground. "Jamie?"

Chuck looks at Dean. "He's dead. Or gone."

Jamie finally looks up. "Raphael killed him."

Chuck nods. "Smote the crap out of him. I'm sorry."

Dean's lower lip trembles just a little. "You're sure? I mean, maybe he just vanished into the light or something."

Chuck shakes his head. "Oh, no. He, like, exploded. Like a water balloon of chunky soup." He holds his hands out for added emphasis. Jamie looks sick. Dean holds her close to him. Sam takes a closer look at Chuck and waves a hand at his own left ear.

"You got a—" Chuck waves a hand at his own right ear.

"Uh...right here?"

Sam indicates the other side of Chuck's head. "Uh, the..." He feels at his hair.

"Oh. Oh, god." Chuck pulls something out. "Is that a molar? It is. Do I have a molar in my hair? This has been a really stressful day."

Jamie winces. Dean and Sam hug her again. Dean looks up. "Cas, you stupid bastard."

Sam looks over at his brother. "Stupid? He was trying to help us."

"Yeah, exactly."

"So, what now?"

"I don't know."

Jamie gasps. Dean and Sam both turn to their sister. "Oh God. Sam, Dean."

"Oh, crap." Chuck mutters.

Jamie pulls Sam and Dean closer to her. "What?" Sam asks looking from prophet to prophetess.

"We can feel them." Chuck says.

Jamie nods. "They're here."

"Thought we'd find you here." The Winchesters turn around: Zachariah is there, two angels accompanying him. "Playtime's over, Dean. Time to come with us."

Jamie pushes Dean and Sam back behind her. Her demeanor changes completely, to one of anger and protectiveness. "He's not going anywhere."

Dean points at the angels, Zachariah "You just keep your distance, asshat."

"You're upset." The angel says, not the least bit surprised.

Dean nods. "Yeah. A little. You sons of bitches jump-started judgment day!" All three siblings visibly tense. Jamie holds her brothers back.

"Maybe we let it happen. We didn't start anything. Right, Sammy?" Zachariah winks.

"You son of a bitch!" Jamie yells.

Zachariah smirks. "You had a chance to stop your brother, and you couldn't. 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 looks at him. "Is that so?" He asks, clearly not the least bit convinced.

"You want to kill the devil. We want you to kill the devil. It's...synergy." He makes a togetherness motion with his hands.

"And I'm just supposed to trust you?" Dean's voice drips with sarcasm. "Cram it with walnuts, ugly."

"This isn't a game, son. Lucifer is powerful in ways that defy description. We need to strike now, hard and fast—before he finds his vessel."

Sam looks up. "His vessel? Lucifer needs a meat suit?"

Jamie glances back at her twin. "He is an angel. Or he was."

Zachariah nods. "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 considers it for half a second and then looks up, eyes blazing. "You listen to me, you two-faced douche. After what you did, I don't want jack squat from you!"

This pisses the angel off. "You listen to me, boy! You think you can rebel against us? As Lucifer did?"

"Dean." Jamie looks back at Dean. Blood drips from Dean's hand. "You're bleeding."

"Oh, yeah—a little insurance policy in case you dicks showed up." Dean slaps his bloody hand on an Angel Banishing Sigil drawn behind a door.

"No!"

Jamie stares. Sam and Chuck flinch. Zachariah vanishes in white light. When Dean looks, the other Angels are gone as well. "Learned that from my friend Cas, you son of a bitch."

"This sucks ass." Chuck mutters, walking away.

Jamie stares at the spot where the angels were standing. "And getting suckier."

Later Dean and Jamie are hold up in a motel room. Dean loads a gun. Jamie is taping paperclips together. Sam enters the room.

"Hey."

"Hey."

"Hey." Sam closes the door, pulls something out of his shirt, and tosses one to Dean and one to Jamie. Dean catches it and examines it. Jamie looks at hers. "Here. Hex bags. No way the angels will find us with those. Demons, either, for that matter. I think they're strong enough to protect you too, right Jamie?"

Jamie nods. "Yeah. Beats out my attempt at the paperclip sigil." She snickers and tosses the paperclips in the trash.

"Where'd you get it?" Dean asks.

"I made it."

"How?"

Sam hesitates long enough for Dean and Jamie to look up at him. "I...I learned it from Ruby."

Dean puts the gun down and approaches Sam. Jamie starts to get up. "Speaking of. How you doing? Are you jonesing for another hit of bitch blood or what?"

Jamie gets up and goes over to Sam. He looks at his twin and she looks away. "I-it's weird. Uh, tell you the truth, I'm fine. No shakes, no fever. It's like whoever...put me on that plane cleaned me right up."

Jamie hugs him.

"Supernatural methadone." Dean comments, turning away.

"Thank God." Jamie mutters.

"Yeah, I guess." Sam pauses. "Dean—"

"Sam." Dean doesn't turn back to him. "It's okay. You don't have to say anything."

"Well, that's good. 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?!" Sam sighs. Dean turns back to him. "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." Sam nods. "All right, so, say this is just any other hunt. You know? What do we do first?"

Sam thinks. "We'd, uh, figure out where the thing is."

Dean nods. "All right. So we just got to find...the devil."

Jamie snickers. "So this is about the time you would call me off whatever lesser being I'm hunting and I'd haul ass out here and help you out."

Sam looks at her. "Can you…find the devil?"

Jamie shrugs. "Guess we'll find out."

Sam stares at John's journal. Jamie is meditating. Dean is watching TV.

"How would you then explain an earthquake, a hurricane, and multiple tornadoes, all at the same time, all around the globe?"

"Two words. Carbon emissions."

Dean scoffs. "Yeah, right, wavy gravy." Jamie shakes. "Jamie?"

Sam gets up and moves over to her. Jamie shivers violently and then opens her eyes. "You alright?" He stares at her.

She shakes her head. "I'm trying to see. It's not working out so well."

There is a knock at the door. Dean pulls his gun. Sam goes over to the door and looks at Jamie. She nods. Sam answers. It's Becky, a huge fan of Chuck's books. She is so excited she's having trouble breathing.

"You okay, lady?" Sam asks.

"Sam...is it really you?" Sam glances back at Dean and Jamie. Becky steps closer and puts a hand on Sam's chest. "And you're so firm."

"Uh, do I know you?" Becky pulls back. Sam continues to stare, bewildered.

"No. But I know you. You're Sam Winchester. And you're—" Becky looks at Dean, who's staring at her, his gun hand out of sight. "—not what I pictured. I'm Becky." Jamie gets up and walks over to Dean. She crosses her arms looking at the girl. "You must be Jamie. Hmm…you are a lot like Dean." She pushes past Sam into the room. "I read all about you guys. And I've even written a few—" She glances down, giggling a little. "Anyway, Mr. Edlund told me where you were."

Dean stands up. "Chuck?"

Sam closes the door. Dean looks at Jamie. She nods. "Yeah."

"He's got a message, but he's being watched. Angels. Nice change-up to the mythology, by the way. The demon stuff was getting kind of old." The siblings look at each other and then turn away.

"Right. Just, um...what's the message?" Sam asks.

"He had a vision."

"The Michael sword is on earth." Jamie mutters just as Becky opens her mouth to say more.

"The angels lost it." She looks at Jamie. "Hey, what gives?"

Jamie isn't look at her. "I can see." She looks at Sam and Dean. "I can't see outside this room right now, but I can see inside it."

"About time." Dean mutters.

Sam nods. "Yeah."

Becky looks confused. "See?"

Jamie finally looks at her. "Oh right, the books ended with Dean going to hell…nevermind."

Dean glances at his sister and then to Becky. "Anyway, what's the Michael sword?"

Jamie walks back over to Dean. "What it sounds like. The weapon of Michael, Prince of the Heavenly host and General of the armies of Heaven."

Sam's eyes widen, he looks at his sister and then to Becky. "Becky, does he know where it is?"

"In a castle, on a hill made of forty-two dogs."

Dean raises an eyebrow. "Forty-two dogs?"

"Are...you sure you got that right?" Sam asks.

Jamie nods. "She got it right."

"It doesn't make sense, but that's what he said." Becky steps closer to Sam. "I memorized every word." She touches his chest. "For you."

Sam glances over at Dean and Jamie and down at Becky: awkward. "Um, Becky, c—uh, can you...quit touching me?"

"No."

Later Dean is watching tv. Jamie is looking through John's journal and Sam is on his laptop. There is a knock on the door. Dean opens it. Jamie looks up. Sam moves his chair back.

"Hey, Bobby."

Bobby hugs Dean, slapping him on the back. "Good to see you three all in one piece."

He hugs Sam, who's grinning. Dean closes the door. Bobby hugs Jamie and she takes the books from him.

"You weren't followed, were you?" Dean asks.

"You mean by angels, demons, or Sam's new superfan?"

Sam laughs. "You heard."

"I heard, Romeo. So...sword of Michael, huh?"

Jamie nods. "That's what's being thrown around."

Dean looks at Bobby. "You think we're talking about the actual sword from the actual archangel?"

"You better friggin' hope so." Jamie opens a book to a painting of Michael surrounded by other angels and hands it to Bobby. In this painting, Michael looks like a winged woman and the other angels like naked babies with wings. "That's Michael. Toughest son of a bitch they got."

Jamie sighs. "Powerful enough to keep me from seeing."

Bobby looks at her. "You can't see?"

"My powers are out to lunch."

Sam flips to another painting. Again, Michael has a feminine face. Dean looks at the painting. "You kidding me? Tough? That guy looks like Cate Blanchett."

Bobby scoffs. "Well, I wouldn't want to meet him in a dark alley, believe me."

Jamie turns to Dean. "He commands the heavenly host. When the civil war raged in Heaven, Michael was the one who cast Lucifer into hell."

"And he did it with that sword." Bobby points to the sword in the painted Michael's hand. "So if we can find it..."

"We can kick the devil's ass all over again. All right. So, where do we start?" Sam asks.

"Divvy up and start reading—try and make sense of Chuck and Jamie's nonsense."

"Hey!"

"No offense."

Jamie grabs the book with a Latin title. Sam gets up and heads for the pile of old books. He stares at the books for a long moment, not reaching for them. Jamie looks up from her book. "Sam?"

"Kid? You all right?" Bobby asks.

He turns to him. "No, actually. Bobby, this is all my fault. I'm sorry."

Dean sighs. "Sam..."

"Lilith did not break the final seal. Lilith was the final seal."

"Sam, stop it." Dean says with more force.

"I killed her, and I set Lucifer free."

"You what?"

"You guys warned me about Ruby, the demon blood, but I didn't listen. I brought this on."

Dean says nothing. Jamie turns away and looks down at her book. Bobby stands up and walks closer. "You're damn right you didn't listen. You were reckless and selfish and arrogant."

"I'm sorry."

"Oh, yeah? You're sorry you started Armageddon? This kind of thing don't get forgiven, boy. If, by some miracle, we pull this off...I want you to lose my number. You understand me?"

"Bobby…" Jamie whispers. Dean puts his hand on her back and squeezes her shoulder. Sam nods. His expression barely changes: this can't be much different from what he expected. Dean doesn't protest. Jamie tries to defuse the situation a little. "Um, Sam. There's an old church nearby. Maybe you should go see what they have. Might be some help."

Sam nods looking at her twin. "Alright. Yeah."

"Yeah. You do that."

Sam leaves. Bobby turns back to Dean who stays silent. They sit down to do research. After awhile Bobby looks up. "I never would have guessed that your daddy was right."

Jamie stops reading and looks up.

"About what?" Dean asks.

"About your brother." Dean looks up. "What John said—you save Sam or kill him. Maybe..."

"Maybe what?"

"Maybe we shouldn't have tried so hard to save him."

"Bobby." Dean and Jamie speak at the same time.

"He ended the world. And you two and I weren't strong enough to stop him proper. That's on us. I'm just saying, your dad was right."

Jamie is looking at Bobby strangely. Dean gets an idea. "Dad. Jamie, where's my bag?" Jamie gets up and grabs Dean's bag. He rummages through it and pulls out a plastic Ziplock full of cards. Jamie goes over to him. "It's got to be in here somewhere."

"What the hell are you talking about?" Bobby asks.

"Here." Dean pulls one out and reads it. Jamie reads over his shoulder. Bobby stands up. Dean comes over. "I don't believe it."

"Neither do I."

"What the hell is it?"

"It's a card for dad's lockup in upstate New York. Read it."

Bobby takes the card. "Castle Storage. 42 Rover Hill."

"Castle on a hill of forty-two dogs." Dean takes the card back.

"So you think your dad had the Michael sword all this time?"

Dean looks at Jamie. "I don't know. I'm not sure what else Chuck could have meant."

Jamie shrugs. "It works for me."

"Yeah. Okay. It's good enough for me."

Jamie turns to Bobby. "Dean!"

Bobby turns his head and Jamie slams into the wall. Bobby then attacks Dean, knocking him through the barrier between the kitchenette and the beds. He yanks Dean up and slams him down again. His eyes go black. He grabs Dean by the throat and drags him to his feet. Jamie is unconscious on the floor. A female demon enters, a male demon behind her.

"I always knew you were a big, dumb, slow, dim pain in the ass, Dean. But I never dreamed you were so V.I.P." She sees Ruby's knife on the table and picks it up. "I mean, you're gonna ice the devil? You? If I'd have known that, I'd have ripped your pretty, pretty face off ages ago."

"Ruby." Dean mutters.

"Try again. Go back further."

"Meg?"

"Hi. These are the days of miracle and wonder, Dean. Our father's among us. You know we're all dreaming again for the first time since we were human? It's heaven on earth. Or hell. We really owe your brother a fruit basket."

"My god, you like the sound of your own voice."

"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."

Dean smirks. "Get in line."

"Oh, I'm in the front of the line, baby. Let's ride." She kisses him.

"What is that, peanut butter?"

"You know, your surrogate daddy's still awake screaming in there. And I want him to know how it feels slicing the life out of you." Meghands the knife to Bobby, who raises it to Dean's throat. He struggles.

"Bobby!"

Bobby looks back at Meg. "Now!"

He raises the knife to stab Dean.

"Bobby! No!"

Jamie wakes up. She groans, her vision blurry and sees Bobby about to stab Dean. The black fades from Bobby's eyes. Jamie raises her hand up. The knife comes down and Bobby flashes gold as the demon dies: Bobby stabbed himself. He collapses. Jamie tries to get up but Meg walks over and puts her foot down on Jamie's throat.

"You're really just a meddling little brat, you know."

Dean rushes Meg and the male demon. The Male demon slams Dean into the wall, then the floor. Sam enters and sees Bobby on the floor bleeding, Meg with her foot on Jamie's throat, and Dean getting beaten. "No!"

"Heya, Sammy. You miss me? 'Cause I sure missed you."

"Meg?"

Meg grins and kicks Jamie in the head. Sam swings and misses. Meg kicks him in the crotch and knocks him to the ground while the other demon pounds Dean. "It's not so easy without those super-special demon powers, huh, Sammy?" The demon kicks Dean again. Meg punches Sam. Jamie gets up and throws Meg off her feet. "You said your powers were down."

"Not all of them."

Dean kicks the feet out from under the demon. Jamie waves her hand and the knife flies out of Bobby and into Dean's hand. He stabs the demon in the chest. Dean stands up. Meg backs away. Jamie holds her hands up, trapping Meg against the wall. Dean advances. Meg screams and smokes out of her meatsuit, who collapses. Dean lowers the knife and rushes over to Sam and Jamie.

Dean, Jamie, and Sam burst into a hospital emergency room. Sam is carrying Bobby, Dean is helping Jamie.

"Need some help here!" Dean yells.

A nurse rushes over. "What happened?"

"He was stabbed." Sam explains.

"Can we get a gurney?"

Two nurses rush a gurney over to Bobby.

"Hang on, Bobby. Hang in there. You're gonna be okay." Dean tells him.

They get Bobby onto the gurney and rush him off. Sam, Jamie, and Dean follow. The nurse stops them.

"Just wait here."

"No, please." Jamie begs.

Sam nods. "We can't just leave him."

"Just don't move. I've got questions." The nurse leaves.

Dean turns to his brother and sister. "Sammy, we got to go."

"No. No way, Dean."

"We have to Sammy." Jamie says.

"The demons heard where the sword is. We got to get to it before they do, if we're not too late already. Come on!" Dean leaves with Jamie. Sam follows.

Dean opens the trunk. He, Jamie, and Sam load guns and close the trunk. Dean unlocks the storage room, Sam and Jamie standing watch. The Winchester siblings enter the room, shotguns ready. They find dead demons sprawled across the floor.

"I see you told the demons where the sword is." They turn. Zachariah is there with two angels escorting.

"Oh, thank god. The angels are here." Dean says, sarcastically.

"And to think...they could have grabbed it any time they wanted." Zachariah waves a hand to close the door. He looks at Jamie. Jamie's eyes widen. "It was right in front of them."

"What do you mean?" Sam asks. Jamie steps forward, pushing her brothers behind her.

"We may have planted that particular piece of prophecy inside Chuck's skull for Jamie to eat right up, but it happened to be true. We did lose the Michael sword. We truly couldn't find it. Until now. You've just hand-delivered it to us."

"We don't have anything." Dean says, looking slightly confused.

Jamie turns to her brother. "It's not anything, Dean, it's…"

"It's you, chucklehead. You're the Michael sword." Dean stares. "What, you thought you could actually kill Lucifer? You simpering wad of insecurity and self-loathing? No. You're just a human, Dean. And not much of one."

"What do you mean, I'm the sword?"

Jamie pushes Dean back behind her.

"You're Michael's weapon. Or, rather, his...receptacle."

"I'm a vessel?" Dean looks at Jamie. Jamie glances over her shoulder at him.

"You're the vessel."

Jamie stares at her brother. "Michael's meatsuit."

"How? Why—why me?"

"Because you're chosen! It's a great honor, Dean."

"Oh, yeah. Yeah, life as an angel condom. That's real fun. I think I'll pass, thanks."

"Joking. Always joking. Well...no more jokes." Zachariah raises one hand, fingers like a gun, and points at Dean, Jamie grabs unto Dean, standing fully in front of him. She looks terrified. Zachariah then shifts to Sam. "Bang."

A loud crunch. Sam falls, unable to stand. "God!"

"No!" Jamie screams, but she doesn't move away from Dean.

"You son of a bitch!" Dean yells.

"Keep mouthing off, I'll break more than his legs. 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?"

"Probably more. If Lucifer goes unchecked, you know how many die? All of them. He'll roast the planet alive. Isn't that right, Jamie?"

Jamie groans grabs her head. Zachariah floods her head with visions of humans burning in Lucifer's hellfire. "Stop it!"

Dean holds his sister. "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."

"Well, there's got to be another way."

"There is no other way. There must be a battle." Zachariah looks at Jamie again. Jamie clutches her teeth together and then opens her mouth.

"And it is written: Lucifier shall be struck down by the general of the armies of Heaven. He whom they have named Michael.

Dean looks at his sister and then at the angels. "Yeah, maybe. 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, he'll never walk again."

Jamie looks at Dean. Sam glances up at Dean. Dean looks at both of his siblings and then shakes his head. "No."

"Then how about we heal you from...stage-four stomach cancer?"

"No!" Jamie pushes Dean out of the way and doubles over, coughing. She spits into her palm: blood.

"Jamie." Jamie shakes her head. "No."

"Huh, wasn't expecting that. Well, then let's get really creative. Uh, let's see how...Sam does without his lungs." Dean turns to look at Sam, who gasps for breath. "Are we having fun yet? You're going to say yes, Dean."

"Just kill us." Dean says.

"Kill you? Oh, no. I'm just getting started." A bright light flashes. Zachariah turns. One of the angels collapses, a bloody hole in his throat. Castiel stands beside him. The other angel fights Castiel. Dean and Zachariah stare; Sam tries to take a breath. Jamie coughs and Dean holds her up. Castiel and the Angel slam each other around. Castiel stabs the other angel in the back. A bright light flashes again. Zachariah stares. Castiel walks closer. In the background, Sam is still and silent. Jamie spits blood unto the floor. "How are you..."

"Alive? That's a good question. How did these two end up on that 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."

"It scares you. Well, it should. Now, put the Winchesters back together and go. I won't ask twice." Zachariah vanishes. Sam looks up and around, surprised. Jamie takes deep breaths, holding unto Dean. Sam stands up.

"Castiel. How did Zachariah harm the Voice?" Jamie asks.

"You interfered. I told you before there would consequences."

"So now what?" She asks.

"You three need to be more careful."

Dean nods. "Yeah, I'm starting to get that. Your frat brothers are bigger dicks than I thought."

"I don't mean the angels. Lucifer is circling his vessel. And once he takes it, those hex bags won't be enough to protect you."

Castiel puts one hand on Dean's chest, the other on Sam's. They gasp.

"What the hell was that?" Dean asks.

"An Enochian sigil. It'll hide you from every angel in creation, including Lucifer."

"What, did you just brand us with it?"

"No. I carved it into your ribs."

"What about me?"

Castiel looks at her. "I'm afraid to try. You may lose your sight again if I do."

Dean turns to them. "You only mean her visions right? And the angel babbling stuff. Not her other powers?"

Castiel looks thoughtful. "Possibly. Jamie is a powerful psychic in her own right, she was born with it, it was not bestowed by us."

Jamie looks at Dean. He nods. She looks at Castiel. "Then do it. Now." He puts his hands on Jamie's chest. Jamie gasps.

A pause.

"Hey, Cas, were you really dead?" Sam asks.

"Yes."

"Then how are you back?" Dean asks.

Castiel vanishes, leaving the Winchester siblings alone.

A nurse walks down a hospital corridor past a patient with a mobile IV stand. Both pass a closed door, behind which Bobby is heard yelling. ""Unlikely to walk again"?! Why, you snot-nosed son of a bitch! Wait till I get out of this bed!" The door bursts open and a Doctor flees. Inside, Bobby sits in a hospital bed and Sam, Jamie, and Dean stand by the window. "I'll use my game leg and kick your friggin' ass! Yeah, you better run!" He looks over at the siblings. "You believe that yahoo?"

Dean shakes his head. "Screw him. You'll be fine."

Jamie nods. "Yeah."

Sam looks at his brother and sister. "So, let me ask the million-dollar question. What do we do now?"

"Well... We save as many as we can for as long as we can, I guess. It's bad. Whoever wins, heaven or hell, we're boned." Bobby tells him.

"What if we win?" Jamie laughs bitterly. Bobby stares at them. Sam turns to face Jamie and Dean, who sounds a bit too confident. "I'm serious. I mean, screw the angels and the demons and their crap apocalypse. Hell, they want to 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."

Jamie looks at Sam. "He actually believes what he's saying. For the record."

"And how are we supposed to do all this, genius?" Bobby asks.

"I got no idea. But what I do have is a GED and a give-'em-hell attitude, and I'll figure it out."

"You are nine kinds of crazy, boy."

"It's been said." He pats Bobby on the shoulder. "Listen, you stay on the mend. We'll see you in a bit."

Jamie wraps her arms around Bobby. "Bye Bobby."

"Bye girl. You be careful." Dean heads for the door. Sam follows. "Sam?" He stops. "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."

A long pause. Sam sighs. "Thanks, Bobby."

"You're welcome. I deserve a damn medal for this, but...you're welcome."

They leave.

An ambulance drives past. Sam, Jamie, and Dean walk out to the cars.

Sam looks at Dean. "You know, I was thinking, Dean—maybe we could go after the Colt."

Jamie raises an eyebrow. "Well that's not a bad idea."

Dean looks at the twins. "Why? What difference would that make?"

Sam shrugs. "Well, we could use it on Lucifer. I mean, you just said back there—"

"I just said a bunch of crap for Bobby's benefit. Jamie was just backing me up so he'd believe it."

Jamie nods. "Guilty."

Dean stops in the middle of the road. Sam stops, looking at him. Jamie stands between them. "I mean, I'll fight. I'll fight till the last man, but let's at least be honest. I mean, we don't stand a snowball's chance, and you know that. I mean, hell, you of all people know that." Dean goes around Sam.

"Dean..." He stops and turns back. "Is there something you want to say to me?"

"Guys…"

A long pause.

"I tried, Sammy. I mean, I really tried. But I just can't keep pretending that everything's all right. Because it's not. And it's never going to be. You chose a demon over your own sister and brother—"Sam rolls his eyes. "—and look what happened."

"I would give anything—anything—to take it all back."

"I know you would. And I know how sorry you are. I do. But, man...you were the one that I depended on the most. And you let me down in ways that I can't even..." He pauses, struggling for words. "I'm just—I'm having a hard time forgiving and forgetting here. You know?"

"What can I do?"

"Honestly? Nothing." Sam nods a little, looking down: this doesn't surprise him. Jamie looks from Dean to Sam and back to Dean. "I just don't...I don't think that we can ever be what we were. You know?" Sam nods again: this isn't a surprise either. "I just don't think I can trust you."

Sam looks up: this he wasn't expecting. Jamie looks at Sam and then at Dean. Dean shakes his head and walks away, pausing at the trunk of the Impala to look back, then gets into the driver's seat. Sam gets into the other car and they both drive away. Jamie stares after them. Castiel appears beside her.

"I need your help."

"Of course you do. But first answer me this. What am I?"

"Exiled. You're still a prophet, you're still protected, as long as you don't directly interfere with the angels."

"So I still have my sight?"

"I don't know."

"I guess we'll find out."