Jamie walks in the door to Bobby's and sees Ellen, Jo, and Castiel. She nods to them and then walks over to Bobby. "Hey."
Bobby turns to look at her. "Hey. Long time no see."
Jamie nods. "Yeah, I'm sorry about that. Aaron and I have had our hands full."
Bobby smirks. "He's finally speaking to you again?"
"Yeah, he decided that even though I got his father, his brother, and his brother's best friend killed, and I'm the sister of the guy who jumpstarted the apocalypse, I'm still the best damn exorcist and vampire slayer in country."
Bobby snickers. "Yeah well that's only because you learned from the best."
"Imagine what I'd be like if you and Dad raised me the way you raised Dean and Sam." There's a hint of sadness in Bobby's eyes. Jamie pauses for a moment. "Speaking of…"
Bobby hands her a beer and nods toward the other room. Jamie goes to join her brothers.
Ellen and Castiel are sitting at a table. Five full shot glasses in a row next to a row of three upside-down shot glasses, a gap, and a full shot glass. Another glass is placed upside-down in the gap. Jo drinks from a beer bottle. Ellen drains the fifth and puts it back upside-down. "All right, big boy."
"Well." He drains all five of his in a row. Ellen stares. "I think I'm starting to feel something."
Jo gawks and grins.
Sam and Dean are sitting at opposite sides of Bobby's desk and Jamie is standing beside Dean, all with beer bottles. There's several books and papers on the desk. "Where the hell have you been?" Dean asks his sister.
"Hunting, and hunting down God for Castiel."
"We've been looking all over for you." Sam tells her.
Jamie smirks. "Heh, haven't you learned by now that I'll find you before you find me?"
Dean looks at her. "We're supposed to stick together."
Jamie shakes her head. "No, Zach has it out for me almost as badly as he has it out for you. It's better this way. Besides, I'm here now." She takes one of the books and looks through it.
"Anyway." Sam gestures to the paper under his hand. "It's gotta be a trap, right?"
Dean looks up and grins. "Sam Winchester, having trust issues with a demon."
"Lay off him." Jamie smacks Dean with a stack of papers and grins.
Dean laughs, batting playfully at Jamie. "Well, better late than never."
"Thank you again for your continued support."
"You're welcome."
"You two…" The siblings clink bottles and drink.
Dean looks between his brother and sister, getting quieter. "You know, trap or no trap, we got a snowball's chance, we gotta take it, right?"
Sam nods. "Yeah, I suppose."
"I'm not sure it is a trap. Check it out. I mean, Carthage is lit up like a Christmas tree with Revelation omens. And look at this." Jamie pushes some papers at Dean and Sam.
Dean looks down at the paper and then at Sam. "There's been six missing persons reported, in town, since Sunday."
"I think the devil's there." Jamie crosses her arms.
"Okay." Sam says, taking another sip of his beer.
Dean looks down. "Look, when you think about it...you can't come with."
Sam rolls his eyes. "Dean."
"Jamie, you either. The last thing we need is a prophet in tow."
Jamie is in the middle of taking another drink. She gulps and stares at Dean. "Prophetess in Exile!"
Dean sighs. "Look, I go against Satan and screw the pooch, okay. We've lost a game piece. That we can take. But Sam if you're there, then we are handing the devil's vessel right over to him. And Jamie, we're giving the angels an excuse to walk right in. That's not smart."
"Since when have we ever done anything smart?" Jamie and Sam say at the same time.
"I'm serious, guys."
Jamie blinks. "So are we."
Sam nods. "Haven't we learned a damn thing? If we're gonna do this, we're gonna do it together." He holds Dean's gaze.
The siblings look at each other for a long moment. Dean looks away first. "Okay. But it's a stupid frigging idea." He looks past Sam, attention caught by Castiel, Ellen, and Jo. Sam and Jamie look too.
"Boy, talk about stupid ideas." Sam mutters.
"Yeah, no kidding." Jamie gets up and goes over to Castiel. Castiel looks up at her. She leans against the table beside him with her beer. "Just curious, Cas. How do you feel about…"
Castiel looks up at her, holding one of the shot glasses. "Prophetess…Jamie, if you're inviting me into your bed, it would be more appropriate to offer me more alcohol first." Jamie chuckles and pours Castiel and herself a shot of liquor.
Dean overhears them and snickers. "Good God. True, that." He gets up and goes over to the refrigerator, where Jo is rummaging. She turns around and he is standing right there. "Hey."
"Hey."
"So. Dangerous mission tomorrow. Guess it's time to eat, drink, and, you know, make merry."
Jo looks at him suspiciously. "Are you giving me the last-night-on-earth speech?"
"What?"
"What?"
"No." They laugh. "If I was, would, uh, would that work?"
Jo leans in for a kiss, but stops at the last moment. "No. Sweetheart, if this is our last night on earth, then I'm going to spend it with a little thing I call self-respect." She laughs and leaves.
"If you're into that kind of thing." Dean mutters, looking over at Castiel and Jamie. Jamie is leaning against him and they are drinking. Bobby's voice startles him.
"Everybody get in here! It's time for the lineup. Usual suspects in the corner." He calls.
Sam walks in first, then Ellen. "Oh come on, Bobby. Nobody wants their picture taken." She tells him.
"Hear, hear." Sam agrees.
Bobby rolls his eyes. "Shut up. You're drinking my beer."
"Your beer sucks, uncle Bobby." Jamie tells him with a grin as she pulls Castiel into the room.
Bobby looks up. "Yeah, yeah. I thought Prophets were suppose to abstain from alcohol."
"That's nazirites." Castiel tells him.
Bobby finishes fiddling with a camera on a tripod and rolls his wheelchair back. "Anyway, I'm gonna need something to remember your sorry asses by."
Dean and Jo finally enter the room and gets in position for the picture, smiling. "Ha! Always good to have an optimist around." Ellen remarks.
Castiel frowns. "Bobby's right. Tomorrow we hunt the devil. This is our last night on earth."
The smiles disappear. "Cas, you're such a buzz kill." Jamie mutters under her breath. The camera flashes.
Later that night Sam and Dean are asleep in the study. Castiel is standing against the wall. Jamie walks into the study barefoot, wearing a black leather jacket, and a see-through black gown. Her hair is down in soft waves. Castiel's jaw drops slightly when he sees her. She puts a finger to her lips and grabs his hands. They slip out the door into the night. "Teleport us into the backseat of the Impala."
Castiel looks troubled. "Won't Dean be upset?"
"What Dean doesn't know won't hurt him. Come on." They appear in the Impala's back seat and Jamie moves on top of Castiel. He leans in and kisses her. She kisses him back and pushes his trench coat off. He pushes off her leather jacket and she shivers, bare shouldered.
"Are you cold?" Jamie nods. Cas starts put her jacket back on up she stops him.
"No. You warm me up."
"How?" Jamie moves Castiel's arms around her, bringing his body close to hers. They continue to kiss, and then Jamie pulls away and undoes Cas's shirt. He pulls it off and leans in and kisses her. She moves his hand unto her thigh and he rubs his hand up and down.
Missing posters are tacked to a telephone pole all over the town. The Impala drives in followed by another car; visible behind them is a billboard that says "ANTI-GOD IS ANTI-AMERICAN" on an American-flag background, next to a sign that advertises "ADULT VIDEOS". Dean, Jamie, and Sam all have hands out the windows, phones in hand. "You getting a signal?" Sam asks, turning back to his twin.
Jamie shakes her head. "Not even a blimp. Dean?"
"No, nothing. Nice and spooky." He waves the other car up next to him. Ellen is driving, Jo is riding shotgun.
"Place seem a little empty to you?" Ellen asks.
Dean nods. "We're gonna go check out the PD. You guys stay here, see if you can find anybody."
She nods. "Okay."
Jamie sticks her head out of the window. "You guys be careful!" She yells as Dean drives off. He pulls in front of the station and they get out and check around, all three pulling out their handguns. "Okay, the lack of inhabitants is really friggin creepy." Jamie's eyes dart around. Sam goes on ahead of them, Dean hangs back with their sister.
"Yeah. You getting anything?" Dean asks, glancing back at his sister.
"No. And that makes it even more unsettling." Jamie brushes against a table. "Wait." She closes her eyes.
Sam walks back towards them. "Place is completely deserted."
"This place is." Jamie says opening her eyes. "The town isn't. We need to get back to Ellen and Jo. Now." She hurries out to the Impala, Dean and Sam follow her.
They drive back to where Ellen and Jo are parked. "Station's empty." Dean tells them.
Jo nods. "So's everything else."
"Have you seen Cas?" Ellen asks.
Sam and Dean look at each other and then at Ellen. "What? He was with you." Sam says.
Jamie's eyes widen. She swallows hard. "He's gone."
Ellen nods. "He went after the-"
"Reapers." Jamie finishes.
Dean's eyes widen. "Reapers?"
Sam leans in. "He saw reapers? Where?"
Jo looks at the boys. "Well, kind of…"
"Everywhere." Jamie mutters. The Winchesters look at each other. Jamie grabs the door handle and gets out. Everyone else follows her lead, arming themselves with shotguns. They walk down the street.
Dean sucks his breath in sharply, looking around. "Well, this is great, been in town twenty minutes and already lost the angel up our sleeve."
Sam looks at his brother. "You think, uh, you think Lucifer got him?"
Dean glances behind him at his sister. "Jamie?" Jamie nods. "I was afraid of that."
Jamie grabs Dean's jacket. "Heads up boys, we have company."
Sam stops and looks at her. "Company?"
"There you are." Everyone turns to face the new threat.
"Meg." Sam sneers.
Meg shakes her head. "Shouldn't have come here, boys."
"Hell, I could say the same thing for you." Dean aims the Colt at Meg.
Jamie tightens her grip on her brother. "Dean, wait."
Meg grins. "Didn't come here alone, Deano."
Something splashes in a puddle near Meg's feet; the sounds of dogs growling and barking. Jamie swallows hard and looks at Dean. Sam, Ellen, and Jo glance around for the source of the noise, so does Dean, but he is obviously pretending he's not afraid. Jamie pulls Dean closer to her and gestures with her gun. A look passes between them.
"Hellhounds." His voice almost shakes.
"Yeah, Dean. Your favorite. Come on, boys. My father wants to see you." Meg tells them.
"I think we'll pass, thanks." Sam tells her.
"Your call. You can make this easy or you can make it really, really hard."
Dean looks back; Ellen nods. Jamie loosens her grip just a little.
"When have you known us to ever make anything easy?" Meg shakes her head. Dean shifts his aim and fires; blood spurts from the hellhound next to Meg's feet.
"Run! Now." Jamie yells, readjusting her grip on Dean.
"Run!" Sam repeats.
They take off. A hellhound tackles Dean. Jo and Jamie stop and look back.
"Dean!" Jo calls.
"Dean, no!" Jamie yells.
"Jo, Jamie, stay back!" Dean tells them.
Jamie takes a few steps toward Dean and waves her hand, trying to fling the hellhound back. "Jo, shoot! They're immune to my power." Jamie holds her shotgun up. Jo fires her shotgun in Dean's direction. Jamie fires beside her. Ellen and Sam stop running. Jamie fires again and runs to Dean. Jo keeps firing, knocking the hellhound further and further back. Sam and Ellen start running towards Jo, Jamie, and Dean. Another hellhound gets Jo from the side. Jamie pulls Dean up and turns to Jo. "Jo!" Jamie fires.
"No!" Ellen yells.
The hellhound shreds Jo's side. Sam and Ellen start firing. Dean scoops up Jo and he and Jamie run past Sam and Ellen, who turn to follow. Dean heads for one of the nearest stores, Ellen goes ahead to open the door, and Sam and Jamie stay back to keep shooting.
Dean leans Jo against the counter; she's whimpering. "Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, breathe now—" Ellen tells her daughter, trying not to panic.
Sam and Jamie chain the doors shut. "Okay." Sam takes a breath. Jamie turns wide eyes to her twin.
"Need some help here!" Jamie rushes over to Ellen and Jo. Sam and Dean grab bags of rock salt.
"Go go go—" They slit the bags open and frantically line the doorway and windows. Ellen peels Jo's hand away from the injury; it spurts blood. Jamie takes off her jacket and rips up her blouse, leaving her in just an undershirt. She puts the pieces of her shirt against Jo's wound. Sam and Dean stare and Ellen looks over her shoulder at them, horrified.
Later, Jo has been bandaged up. Jamie is holding her hand. "Gonna be all right." Sam hands a bowl to Ellen. "Thank you."
He nods and goes over to Dean, who is fiddling with something electronic. "How's she holding up?" He asks.
Sam doesn't say anything for a long moment and then avoids the question. "Salt lines are holding up."
Dean nods. "Safe for now."
Sam scoffs. "Safer. Trapped like rats."
"Hey, you heard Meg. Her father's here. This is our one shot, Sammy. We gotta take it, no matter what." Sam doesn't say anything. "Here we go." Dean mutters, looking down at what he was fiddling with.
"Sam, some help here, please?" Ellen asks.
Dean's gadget squeals. He gets the radio to work and tries to call Bobby. "K C 5 Fox Delta Oscar, come in."
"K C 5 Fox Delta Oscar, go ahead." Bobby responds a few seconds later.
"Bobby, it's Dean. We got problems."
Bobby sighs. "It's okay, boy. That's why I'm here. Is everyone all right?"
Dean pauses. "No. It's—it's—it's Jo. Bobby, it's pretty bad."
"Okay. Copy that. So now we figure out what we do next."
"Bobby, I don't think she's—" He breaks off.
"I said, what do we do next, Dean?"
Dean leans his head on his hand for a moment. "Right. Okay, right."
"Now, tell me what you got." Dean explains what happened to Bobby. "Before he went missing, did Cas say how many reapers?"
Dean sighs. "I don't—he said a lot of things, I guess. Does the number matter?"
"Devil's in the details, Dean. Ask Jamie, she probably has an idea."
Jamie is whispering to Ellen. Ellen gets up and taps Dean on the shoulder with one bloody hand. Dean holds up the microphone. "Bobby, it's Ellen. Jamie just told me she can't hold the vision long enough to count them all. The way Castiel was looking, the number of places his eyes went, I'd say we're talking over a dozen reapers off the top of my head, and Jamie swears it's probably more."
"I don't like the sound of that." Bobby replies.
"Nobody likes the sound of that, Bobby, but what—wh—what does that sound like?" Dean asks.
"Death." Jamie mutters. She gets up and goes over to Dean and Ellen.
"It sounds like death, son. I think Satan's in town to work a ritual. I think he's planning to unleash Death."
Dean holds the microphone up to Jamie. "I think you're right, Bobby."
Dean looks at his sister. "You mean, like, as in this dude and taxes are the only sure thing?"
"As in Death…" Bobby starts.
"The horseman." Jamie finishes. "The pale rider in the flesh."
"Unleash? I mean, hasn't Death been tromping all over the place? Hell, I've died several times myself."
"Not this guy. This is—"
"This is the angel of death."
"Jamie's right. Big daddy reaper. They keep this guy chained in a box six hundred feet under. Last time they hauled him up, Noah was building a boat. That's why the place is crawling with reapers. They're waiting on the big boss to show."
"You two have any other good news?" Dean mutters.
"In a manner of speaking." Bobby tells him.
Jamie blinks, seeing a book with the title "The Battle of Carthage." "Carthage, Bobby?" She asks.
"Exactly. I've been researching Carthage since you've been gone, trying to suss out what the devil might want there. What you just said drops the last piece of the puzzle in place."
Jamie blinks again. "The angel of death must be brought into this world at midnight through a place of awful carnage."
"Now, back during the Civil War, there was a battle in Carthage. A battle so intense the soldiers called it the Battle of Hellhole."
Dean looks at his sister and then to the microphone. "Where'd the massacre go down?"
"On the land of William Jasper's farm." Bobby and Jamie both reply.
"That's my girl, you're okay, honey—" Jo looks no better. Ellen and Jamie are next to her. Dean and Sam are several feet away.
"Now we know where the devil's gonna be, we know when, and we have the Colt." Dean tells his brother.
Sam nods. "Yeah. We just have to get past eight or so hellhounds and get to the farm by midnight."
Jamie looks back at her brothers. "Yeah, and that's after we get Jo and Ellen the hell out of town."
"Won't be easy." Sam mutters. "We need something stable to move her on."
"Stretcher?" Dean asks.
"I'll see what we got." Sam turns to go looking.
"Stop. Guys, stop." Jo says. Ellen looks between the boys, Jamie, and Jo. "Can we, uh, be realistic about this, please?" Dean and Sam walk over to Jo. "Uh! I can't move my legs. I can't be moved. My guts are being held in by half of Jamie's shirt and an ace bandage. We gotta—we gotta get our priorities straight here." The Winchester siblings look at each other and at Jo. "Number one, I'm not going anywhere."
"Jo…" Jamie says softly.
"Joanna Beth, you stop talking like that." Ellen demands.
"Mom. I can't fight. I can't walk. But I can do something. We got propane, wiring, rock salt, iron nails, everything we need."
Sam looks at her. "Everything we need?"
"To build a bomb, Sam."
Dean's jaw drops realizing what Jo has in mind. "No. Jo, no."
"You got another plan? You got any other plan? Those are hellhounds out there, Dean. They've got all of our scents. Those bitches will never stop coming after you. We let the dogs in, you guys hit the roof, make a break for the building next over. I can wait here with my finger on the button, rip those mutts a new one. Or at least get you a few minutes' head start, anyway."
"No, I—I won't let you."
"This is why we're here, right?" Ellen shakes her head, crying. "If I can get us a shot on the devil—Dean, we have to take it."
Jo looks at Jamie and presses her hand against Jamie's face. Jamie closes her eyes. "Damnit. Damnit. She's right. I see it." She opens her eyes. "I see it going down like she says." She looks at Ellen.
"No!" Ellen looks up at Dean. "That's not—"
"Mom. This might literally be your last chance to treat me like an adult. Might wanna take it?" Jo is smiling. Ellen starts sobbing.
"You heard her. Get to work."
Sam, Jamie, and Dean grab their materials and assemble the bombs, filling them with nails and rock salt for shrapnel. Night has fallen. Jamie goes over and sits beside Jo. She leans in. "You're my sister, you know. I'm damn happy that we've hunted together."
Jo nods. "You're mine too. Take care of them, Jamie. Especially Dean." Jamie nods, squeezing her hand.
Sam goes over them. Jamie moves away and Sam takes Jo's hand for a minute while Dean strings the wire to the button Jo will hold. "Okay, this is it. I'll see you on the other side. Probably sooner than later."
"Make it later." Dean puts the button in Jo's hand and holds on. Jo is crying. Dean kisses her once on the forehead, once on the lips, and leans their heads together for a moment before getting up. Ellen comes back to sit by Jo. They watch each other for a moment and Ellen smiles. "Mom, no."
"Somebody's gotta let them in. Like you said, you're not moving. You got me, Jo. And you're right, this is important." Jo nods. "But I will not leave you here alone." Ellen looks at Dean, Sam, and Jamie. "Get going now, boys, Jamie."
"Ellen—" Dean starts to protest.
"I said go." Sam looks at Dean and Jamie. Jamie grabs unto Dean's arm. They all start to walk away. "And Dean?" He looks back. "Kick it in the ass. Don't miss."
Dean nods. He, Jamie and Sam head for their exit. Ellen unchains the doors as they leave. Jamie runs across the fire escape, Sam and Dean right behind, then Jamie goes down the ladder and her brothers follow. They hurry down the alley. The hardware store explodes. Dean, Jamie, and Sam stop to watch it blow. Jamie steps in front of them. "Run boys. Now." Sam and Dean grab unto Jamie and they all run.
They make it to the field and sneak through bushes. Dozens of Men stand in the field, attention on something out of sight. Jamie winces softly. "Son of a bitch."
"Guess we know what happened to some of the townspeople." Dean says.
"Okay." Sam looks at the siblings.
"Okay." Dean echos.
"Okay." Jamie nods.
"Last words?"
Dean looks at Jamie. Jamie smirks. Dean turns to Sam for a moment. "I think I'm good."
"Yeah. Me too." Sam agrees.
Jamie sighs. "Me three. Let's do this."
"Here goes nothing." Dean mutters.
Lucifer is filling a hole. "Hey!" Sam approaches him, readying a shotgun. The devil turns, dropping the shovel. "You wanted to see me?"
Lucifer grins. "Oh, Sam, you don't need that gun here. You know I'd never hurt you. Not really."
"Yeah? Well, I'd hurt you." Dean points the gun at Lucifer, point-blank to the forehead. Jamie stands behind him. "So suck it." He fires. Lucifer collapses. None of the men do anything. Dean, Jamie, and Sam watch the corpse for a minute. Lucifer inhales and shifts position.
"No." Jamie says, shocked. She steps in front of Dean.
"Owww..." The devil stands up. Sam is horrified. He and Dean shove Jamie behind them. "Where did you get that?" He punches DEAN, who flies into a tree, and then looks at Jamie. "Hello Prophetess."
Sam puts his arm up to protect her. Jamie takes shorts breaths, steeling her shoulders. "And it shall be written, they shall strike down at the son of perdition…"
Lucifer waves his hand dismissively. "Yes, yes. Now run to your precious brother." Sam watches Jamie run to Dean and turns back to Lucifer. "Now, where were we? Don't feel too bad, Sam. There's only five things in all of creation that that gun can't kill, and I just happen to be one of them. But if you give me a minute, I'm almost done." He picks up the shovel and moves two scoops of dirt. Sam hurries over to Dean and Jamie. Jamie is feeling the pulse on Dean's neck.
"He's alive, he's just knocked out."
"You know, I don't suppose you'd just say yes here and now?" Lucifer calls to Sam. Sam stands up. "End this whole tiresome discussion? That's crazy, right?"
"It's never gonna happen!"
Lucifer goes back to filling his hole. "Oh, I don't know, Sam. I think it will. I think it'll happen soon. Within six months. And I think it'll happen in Detroit. You can ask your sister if you don't believe me."
Sam's eyes dart in Jamie's direction but he doesn't look at her. "You listen to me, you son of a bitch. I'm gonna kill you myself, you understand me? I'm going to rip your heart out!"
"That's good, Sam. You keep fanning that fire in your belly. All that pent-up rage. I'm gonna need it."
Sam visibly calms. He looks around at the men, who are still doing nothing. "What did you do? What did you do to this town?"
"Oh, I was very generous with this town. One demon for every able-bodied man."
"And the rest of them?"
Lucifer pauses. Jamie winces out loud. "In there. I know, it's awful, but these horsemen are so demanding. So it was women and children first. I know what you must think of me, Sam. But I have to do this. I have to. You of all people should understand."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
Lucifer drops the shovel. Jamie looks at Sam, starting to get up. "I was a son. A brother, like you, a younger brother, and I had an older brother who I loved. Idolized, in fact. And one day I went to him and I begged him to stand with me, and Michael—Michael turned on me. Called me a freak. A monster. And then he beat me down. All because I was different. Because I had a mind of my own. Tell me something, Sam. Any of this sound familiar? Anyway. You'll have to excuse me. Midnight is calling and I have a ritual to finish. Don't go anywhere. Not that you could if you would."
Sam goes back to Dean and Jamie. Jamie glances at Lucifer and then looks at Sam, whispering. "Sam, he's going to release Death. We have to stop him."
"How?"
She shakes her head. "I don't know. If the Colt can't kill Lucifer…"
"Then only Michael can stop him." The twins stare at each other. "Can you summon him?"
"Are you crazy…" Jamie pauses. "No you're desperate." She looks down at Dean and then up at the sky. She stands up and holds her arms out. "Sancta Michael archangele defende nos in proelio contra necquitam et insidas diabolica esto praesidium. Imperat illi Deus supplices deprecamur, tuque Princeps militiae coelestits, Satanam aliosque spiritus malignos, qui ad perditionem animarum pervagantur in mundo, divina virtute in infernum detrude!"
Lucifer chuckles, looking over at them. "That would have been a cool trick. Even for you, Jamie. But Michael has no vessel to enter by. My advice, stop while you're still breathing."
Jamie glares at him. Lucifer turns to his hole and chants, then turns to his demons. "Now repeat after me. We offer up our lives, blood, souls."
Dean stirs. Sam and Jamie help him up.
"We offer up our lives, blood, souls."
"To complete this tribute."
"To complete this tribute."
One by one the Demons flash gold and fall over, dead. Sam, Jamie, and Dean stare. Lucifer looks at them. "What? They're just demons." He stares at the mass grave. Sam stares at him. Dean and Jamie glance between them. The ground rumbles. Castiel appears next to the Winchesters and holds a finger to his lips. Lucifer turns and all four are gone. He walks forward. "Oh, hello, Death."
Back at Bobby's the glasses from Ellen and Castiel's drinking competition are still on the table. The TV is on, showing a tornado; the captions read "STATE OF EMERGENCY, Paulding County" and "KOUA 16".
"Just received an update that the governor has declared a state of emergency for Paulding County, including the towns of Marion, Fetterville, and Carthage. The storm system has reportedly touched off a number of tornadoes in the area." Sam, Jamie, Dean, and Bobby are gathered around the fireplace. Bobby holds a copy of the photograph taken the night before. Jamie grips Bobby's shoulder with one hand. With the other she has a fistful of Dean's shirt. Sam has his arms around her shoulders. Dean rests on hand on Sam's shoulder and the other on Bobby's chair. "Death tolls have yet to be estimated, but state officials expect the loss of life and property to be staggering." Bobby leans forward and drops the picture into the flames. He, Dean, Jamie, and Sam watch it burn.
Jamie is lying on Bobby's couch, Sam and Dean are on the floor. They're covered with blankets. The fire is still going in the background. "Why'd you try to summon Michael?" Dean asks.
"I panicked." Jamie tells him.
Sam sighs. "We were desperate, I guess."
"Or stupid." Dean mutters.
"Yeah."
Jamie looks up at the ceiling. "Not like he could have done anything without a vessel."
Dean nods. "Right."
"I would have said yes, if I could have, in that field tonight." She says. Dean and Sam look at her. "I would have said yes to Michael to stop Lucifer from raising Death." She turns and looks at her brothers. "What the hell does that say about me?" Her brothers don't answer, instead they just look at her.