It's night inside the motel room. Castiel is drawing a symbol in chalk on a table while Sam sits on the far bed and Dean paces. All three of them look concerned. Jamie walks in carrying some stuff. She sets the bag down on the table and Castiel pulls things out.

"Really? Anna? I don't believe it." Dean finally says.

Jamie picks up her jacket from the bed and puts it on. "Believe it." She tells him.

"It's true." Castiel echoes.

Dean looks slightly amused. "So she's gone all Glenn Close, huh? That's awesome."

Castiel straightens up, confused. "Who's Glenn Close?"

Dean walks over nearer Sam. Jamie follows him. "No one, just this psycho bitch who likes to boil rabbits."

Sam looks up. "So the plan to kill me, would it actually stop Satan?"

Both his siblings immediately turn to him. "Sammy." Jamie whispers.

"No, Sam, come on." Dean tells him.

Sam glances at them and then at the angel. "Cas, what do you think? Does Anna have a point?"

Dean and Jamie turn to look at Castiel. Castiel swallows uncomfortably, looking at each of the siblings. "No. She's, uh, Glenn Close."

Sam looks down. Dean walks over to the table. "I don't get it. We're looking for the chick that wants to gank Sam. Why poke the bear?"

"Anna will keep trying. She won't give up until Sam is dead. So we kill her first." Castiel pours an oil into a bowl sitting on the table. He begins to chant in Enochian. The bowl shoots red flame. Castiel steps away from the table and leans on the back of a chair, eyes closed and breathing heavily. Sam, Jamie, and Dean look at him, worried. He looks up at them.

"He got her." Jamie breathes, as if in relief.

"Where is she?" Dean asks.

"Not where." Castiel says as he straightens up. "When."

Jamie's eyes widen. "Nineteen seventy-eight?"

"What?" Sam stands and joins Dean and Jamie. "Why nineteen seventy-eight? I wasn't even born yet."

"You won't be if she kills your parents."

"That bitch!" Jamie whirls around, staring around in anger.

"What?" Sam looks between Castiel and Jamie.

Castiel walks over to them and Jamie turns back around. Dean puts his hand on her shoulder. "Anna can't get to you because of me. So she's going after them."

Dean presses his mouth into a thin line. "Take us back right now." He demands.

Jamie nods. "Now, Cas. Do it."

"And deliver you right to Anna? I should go alone." He argues.

"No way!" Jamie tells him.

Dean nods in agreement. "They're our parents. Cas, we're going."

"It's not that easy." Castiel backs away from them.

"Why not?" Sam asks.

Jamie sighs, crossing her arms. "He's worried he might not have the strength."

"Time travel was difficult even with the powers of heaven at my disposal."

"Which got cut off."

"So. what, you're like a Delorean without enough plutonium?"

"I don't understand that reference."

Jamie scoffs. "Just go with it, Cas."

Castiel looks at her. "I'm telling you, taking this trip, with passengers no less." He shakes his head. "It'll weaken me."

Dean walks up to him and stares at him, holding his gaze. "They're our mom and dad. If we can save them, and not just from Anna. I mean if we can set things right. We have to try."

"Cas, please. Trust us?" Jamie begs.

Castiel shakes his head.

Later Castiel and Jamie are packing a duffel bag. Castiel puts in two ceramic jars of oil and Jamie hands him his angel-killing knife. "Ready?" He asks, turning to look at Sam and Dean.

Sam takes the bag from him and swings it up on his shoulder. "Not really."

"Breath." Jamie tells him.

"Bend your knees." Dean says.

Sam ducks down a little as Castiel touches their foreheads with his fingers.

A second later Sam, Jamie, and Dean are in the middle of the street. They look around and a car horn honks: the car comes to a stop inches from them. "Get out of the street!"

The siblings head for the sidewalk and another car nearly runs them over. They get to safety between two parked cars, Sam waving awkwardly at the second moving car. "Did we make it?" He asks, glancing back at his siblings.

Jamie looks up. "Well I can't see. That usually means something."

Dean points at one of the cars, then scans the area. "Unless they're bringing Pintos back into production, I, uh, I'd say yes."

"Cas."

Dean turns to where Jamie is looking and spots Castiel collapsed against the nearest car, his nose bleeding. Sam sees him too. "Cas?"

They hurry over to him.

"Hey."

"Easy."

"Hey, hey, hey."

Dean looks over him. "Take it easy. Take it easy. Are you all right?"

"I'm fine. I'm much better than I expected." The Winchesters try to help him up, but he spits blood and passes out.

"Castiel!" Jamie yells in shock.

"Cas?" Sam puts his hand in front of the angel's mouth. "He's breathing. Sort of. What do we do?"

Sam is standing in front of a motel and rips a page from a phone book at a pay phone. Dean comes out of the motel with Jamie. Two people pass, one with a large mustache.

"I mean, the mustaches alone..." Sam mutters to himself.

"Yeah." Jamie agrees.

Dean nods. "So I paid for Cas for five nights up in the, uh, honeymoon suite. I told the manager, 'Do not disturb no matter what.' You know what he said to me? 'Yeah. Don't sweat it. Want to buy some dope?' Sam snorts. Jamie snickers. "Dope. We ought to stick around here, buy some stock in Microsoft."

Sam smirks. "Yeah, we might have to if Cas doesn't recover. Is he all right?"

Dean looks at him. "What do I look like—Dr. Angel, Medicine Woman? Jamie says he'll wake up. He's, you know, tough for a little nerdy dude with wings."

"If he landed like that, hopefully, so did Anna. Should buy us some time."

Jamie shrugs. "Hopefully. But I can't see to tell you for sure."

Dean nods to the phonebook. "So, did you find 'em?"

"Yeah. Uh, the Winchesters. Four-eight-five Robintree." Sam holds up the torn phone-book page.

"Let's go pop in on the folks." Dean says to his siblings.

"Guess I better take this off, huh?" Jamie holds up her wrist to show she's wearing Mary's hunter bracelet.

A blue car pulls up across the street from the Impala. Sam, Jamie, and Dean get out and cross the street to the house the Impala is parked in front of.

"Sam. Sam. Wait, wait, wait, wait." Sam stops. Dean and Jamie catch up.

"Guys, Anna could be here any second."

"I don't feel anything, so I think we have a minute."

"Good. What exactly are we gonna march up there and tell 'em?"

"Uh, the truth."

"What, that their sons and daughter are back from the future to save them from an angel? Gone Terminator? Come on. Those movies haven't even come out yet."

"Well, then tell her demons are after 'em. I mean, she thinks you're a hunter, right?"

"Yeah, a hunter who disappeared right when her dad died. She's gonna love me."

Jamie sighs. "Tell me you have a plan, Dean."

Dean thinks for a moment. "Just follow my lead." He heads past them to the house. The twins look at each other. They follow him up to the door and he rings the doorbell. After a moment Mary answers.

"Hi, Mary." Dean says.

"You can't be here."

"I'm sorry if this is a bad time."

"You don't understand. I'm not—" She stops and looks at Sam, who is staring at her, and then to Jamie. She does a bit of a double take when she sees her, obviously surprised by the resemblance. Jamie moves farther behind Dean, looking sheepish. "I don't do that anymore. I have a normal life now. You have to go." She moves to close the door. Dean holds an arm out to stop her.

"I'm sorry, but this is important, okay?"

John clears his throat and swings the door open wider.

"Sorry, sweetie, they're just..."

"Mary's cousins." Dean says quickly. Mary smiles awkwardly. "Yeah, we couldn't stop through town without swinging by and saying 'hey', now, could we?" He holds out a hand for John to shake. "Dean."

"You look familiar." John says, eyeing Dean carefully.

"Really? Yeah, you do, too, actually, you know? We must have met sometime. Small towns, right? Got to love 'em."

"I'm John."

"Hi." Jamie says softly.

John looks at her. She moves out a little bit from Dean. "Wow, you and Mary share some resemblance alright. Must be from her mother, Deanna."

"Yeah..um I'm Jamie."

John holds his hand out for Sam to shake. Sam stares a moment, then takes it.

"This is Sam." Dean says, shrugging.

"Sam. Uh, Mary's father was a Sam."

Sam smiles and nods.

"Uh, it's a—it's a family name."

Sam hasn't let go of John.

"You okay, pal? You look a little spooked."

Sam drops John's hand. "Oh. Oh, yeah. Just a...long trip."

Jamie shrugs. "Yeah. Uncomfortable and stuff."

"Yeah."

"Well, Sam, Jamie, and Dean were just on their way out." Mary says, going for the door.

"What? They just got here. Real happy to meet folks from Mary's side. Please come on in for a beer."

"Twist my arm." Dean comments. Mary glares at him.

Later they're all sitting in the living room, Mary and John across from their future kids. Sam can't stop staring at Mary, who is visibly uncomfortable. Jamie looks equally uncomfortable, she's sitting between Dean and Sam.

"Are you sure you're okay, Sam?" John asks.

"W—oh. Yeah, yeah. Um, I'm just, um—You are so beautiful."

John leans forward. Jamie and Dean cringe and look at each other.

"He means that in a—a non-weird, wholesome, family kind of a way." Dean says, looking towards Jamie.

Jamie nods. "Yeah. Yeah, it's just been awhile, ya know."

"Yeah, right." Sam says.

"We haven't seen Mary in—in quite some time, and—See, she's the spitting image of our mom. Hence, ya know, Jamie and…I mean, it's—it's—"

"Eerie." Sam supplies.

"Yeah."

"So, how are you guys related?" John asks.

"You know, uh, distantly."

"Oh. So you knew Mary's parents?"

"Yeah. Yeah, yeah. Mary's dad was, uh, pretty much like a grandpa to us." Jamie elbows Dean in the ribs.

John doesn't notice. "Oh. That was tragic—that heart attack."

Jamie looks up. "Heart attack. Right."

John reaches over to take Mary's hand.

"Yes, it was." Dean agrees.

"So, uh, what are you guys doing in town, anyway?"

"Uh, business, you know."

"Oh, yeah? What line of work?"

Sam, Jamie, and Dean speak simultaneously.

"Plumbing."

"Roofing."

"Scrap metal."

Mary stands up. "Oh, gosh. It's almost seven. I hate to be rude, but I got to get dinner ready."

"Maybe they could stay."

"I'm sure they have to leave."

The phone rings. "Uh, look, please stay. You know, it would mean a lot to me. I haven't met much of Mary's side of the family." John gets up and goes to answer the phone.

"You have to leave. Now." Mary tells them as soon as John leaves the room.

"Okay, just listen—"

"No, you listen. Last time I saw you, a demon killed my parents. Now you waltz in here like you're family? Whatever you want—no. Leave me alone."

"You and John are in danger." Sam finally says.

Mary stops, looking at them. "What are you talking about?

Jamie stares at her. "Something's coming for you."

"Demon?"

Dean shakes his head. "Not exactly."

"Well, what, then?"

Dean looks at his siblings and then to Mary. "It's kind of hard to explain, okay? It's—it's—"

"Complicated." Jamie finishes for him.

"An angel." Sam blurts out, causing his brother and sister to glare at him.

Mary laughs. "What? There's no such thing."

Jamie looks at Dean. "I wish. But they're twice as strong as demons. And bigger dicks." He says.

"Why would an angel want to kill us?"

Sam and Jamie turn to Dean. He looks at Mary. "It's a long story, and we'll tell you the whole thing, but right now, you've got to trust us, and we got to go. Look at my face and tell me if I'm lying to you."

Mary stares at him for a moment. "Okay. Where do we go?"

"Out of here. We got to move now, though."

"Okay. But what do I tell John?"

"Just tell him—"

Jamie grabs Dean's wrist. "Dean. He's…"

Dean looks around. "John?" He leads the way into the hallway, where Mary notices a note by the phone: Back in 15 J She takes down the notepad and turns to look at Dean.

John walks through the garage, which is dark and otherwise empty of people. "Mr. Woodson? You still here?" He turns on a light and sees Mr. Woodson lying on the ground face down. He turns him over and sees that his eyes have been burnt out. He backs away and turns around: Anna is right behind him. She grabs him and flings him across the room into a tall shelf, which falls over.

She then watches John get up. Her vision doubles and blurs. She blinks. John hits her with a crowbar. She sprawls across the floor, then a moment later is standing, and she flings him over a car. She turns around: Dean is there with an angel-killing sword. Anna grabs Dean's wrist and neck. Dean tries to pry her hand off his neck. Jamie rushes over to them.

"Dean!"

"Jamie, check on John!" She looks at him and then rushes over to John.

"I wish I could say it's good to see you, Anna." Dean tells her.

"You too, Dean." She sends him flying out a window.

"Dean!" Jamie yells again. She reluctantly holds back in order to keep herself from revealing her powers. Mary picks up the dropped angel-killing sword, twirls it to a better grip, and advances. Jamie helps John up and holds him steady. John looks up and sees Mary fighting like an expert. Mary slashes at Anna and cuts her hand. Anna ducks, Mary takes another swing, and the angel vanishes. Mary looks around; Anna appears behind her. Mary strikes and Anna catches her.

"I'm sorry." She flings Mary into a windshield.

"Ma-Mary!" Anna looks over at Jamie, distracted. Jamie narrows her eyes, visibly tensing as she keeps herself from going toward Anna. Mary crawls over the car, away from Anna, as Anna advances slowly. Mary slides off the car, stumbles to a bench, grabs a crowbar, turns around, and drives it into Anna's chest.

Nothing happens. Mary stares as Anna pulls out the bloody crowbar and drops it. "Sorry. It's not that easy to kill an angel."

"No." Sam is standing with a bloody palm next to an angel-banishing sigil. "But you can distract 'em."

Sam presses his palm to the sigil, which burns as Anna vanishes, this time more permanently. Jamie hugs John and then flinches away awkwardly. Mary catches her breath, then sees John staring at her.

John is at the wheel of the Impala as he drives through the night, Sam seated directly behind him, Jamie next to him, Mary shotgun, and Dean behind her.

"Monsters. Monsters?" He asks.

"Yes." Mary says.

"Monsters are real."

"I'm sorry, I didn't know how—"

"And you fight them? All of you?"

Sam nods. "Yeah."

"Call it a family business." Jamie mutters. Dean gives her a lot.

"How long?"

"All my life. John, just try to understand—"

Dean tries to mitigate John's anger. "She didn't exactly have a choice—"

"Shut up, all of you! Look, not another word, or so help me, I will turn this car around!"

Silence falls.

"Wow. Awkward family road trip." Dean whispers to his siblings.

Jamie nods. "You can say that again."

"No kidding." Sam agrees.

The Impala pulls up to the Campbell house and Mary leads the way inside, flipping on a lightswitch as she passes it. The place is very ill-maintained. "Place has been in the family for years." She flips up a round carpet, revealing A devil's trap. "Devil's trap. Pure iron fixtures, of course." Dean, Jamie, and Sam look impressed. She turns on another lightswitch. "Um, there should be salt and holy water in the pantry, knives, guns."

"All that stuff will do is piss it off." Sam tells her.

"So, what will kill it? Or slow it down, at least?"

"Not much." He confesses.

Mary laughs. "Great."

"He said not much, not nothing. We packed." Dean thumps the duffel bag down on the table and Jamie rummages in it. She takes out a piece of paper.

"Here." She hands it to Dean.

"If we put this up and she comes close—" He shows Mary a paper with the angel-banishing sigil. "—we beam her right off the starship."

"Mm."

Jamie takes out the jar of holy oil and hands it to Sam. "This is holy oil." He tells their mother.

"It's kind of like a devil's trap for angels." Jamie takes out her journal and opens it. She hands it to Sam.

"Come on. I'll show you how it works." Sam leaves. Mary looks at John, then follows. Jamie takes out the angel-killing sword.

"Hey, what's the deal with the thing on the paper?" John asks walking over to Dean.

"It's a sigil. That means—"

"I don't care what it means. Where does it go?"

"On a wall or a door." Dean tells him.

"How big should I make it?"

"John—"

"Dean." Jamie gives Dean a look. She takes out a large knife and sets it down.

"What? Y'all might have treated me like a fool, but I am not useless. I can draw a damn—" He picks up the paper from next to a large knife. "—whatever it is—a sigil."

Dean looks at him. "Why don't you go help Sam out? Okay? 'Cause this has got to be done in...it's got to be done in human blood."

John picks up the knife, unsheathes it, and slices his left palm open. "So, how big?"

"I'll show you." Dean laughs a bit. Jamie smirks.

"What?"

"All of a sudden, you...you really remind me of my dad." He glances at John and then looks at Jamie. "You alright in here by yourself?"

Jamie nods. "Yup."

Dean leaves with John.

Mary pours holy oil. She looks up when Dean and Jamie enter the room. "Okay. You said you'd explain everything when we had a minute. We have a minute. Why does an angel want me dead?"

"'Cause they're dicks."

"Dean."

Mary laughs. "Not good enough. I didn't even know they existed, and now I'm a target?"

"Not you…specifically."

"Jamie…"

"What?"

"Fine." Mary stands up. "All ears."

Dean looks at her. "You're just gonna have to trust me, okay?"

"I've been trusting you all day."

Jamie looks at her brother. "She's not buying it anymore, Dean."

Dean looks at Jamie and then glances back at Mary. "It's kind of hard to believe."

"All right, then. I'm walking out the door." Mary begins to turn away.

"Wait!" Jamie yells.

"I'm your son." Dean says.

"What?"

"And so is Sam. And I'm your daughter." Jamie tells her, before looking away.

Dean nods. "Sorry. I don't know how else to say it. We're from the year two thousand and ten. An angel zapped us back here. Not the one that attacked you, friendlier."

"You can't expect me to believe that."

Jamie looks at Dean. Dean looks at her again and then looks back at Mary. "Our names are Dean, Sam, and Jamie Winchester. We're named after your parents. When I would get sick, you would make me tomato-rice soup, because that's what your mom made you. And instead of a lullaby, you would sing "Hey Jude", 'cause that's your favorite Beatles song."

Jamie takes out her silver hunter's bracelet. She holds it up so Mary can see it. "John, Dad, gave this to me."

Mary shakes her head, crying. "I...I don't believe it. No."

Jamie resists the urge to go to her. Dean puts his hand on her shoulder, gripping her jacket. "I'm sorry, but it's true." Dean days.

"I raised my kids to be hunters?"

"No."

"No. No, you didn't."

"How could I do that to you?"

"You didn't do it. Because you're dead." Dean mutters.

Mary's eyes widen.

"I'm sorry, Mom." Jamie whispers.

"What? What happened?"

Jamie glances back at her brother. "Dean, for the love of God, tell her."

"Yellow-eyed demon. He killed you, and—" Dean glances toward the doorway. "John became a hunter to get revenge. He raised us in this life. Listen to me. A demon comes into Jamie and Sam's nursery exactly six months after they're born. November second, nineteen eighty-three. Remember that date."

Jamie stares at Mary. "And whatever you do…do not go in there. You wake up that morning and you take me and Sam and you run. Don't worry about Dad and Dean. Just take us and run."

"That's not good enough, Jamie." Dean, Jamie, and Mary look over at Sam, who's in the doorway. "Wherever she goes, the demon's gonna find her. Find me."

"So let's go kill the demon."

"Jamie."

"Worth a try."

Dean glares at his sister and then turns back to Sam. "Well, then what?"

"She can leave Dad. That's what. You got to leave John." Sam tells her.

'What?"

Sam nods. "When this is all over, walk away, and never look back."

"So we're never born." Dean says.

"Then none of this will ever happen." Jamie finishes.

"I—I can't. You're saying that you're my children, and now you're saying—"

"You have no other choice." Dean says definitively. "There's a big difference between dying and never being born. And trust me, we're okay with it."

Dean looks at Sam and Jamie. Sam puts his hand on Jamie's shoulder. Jamie takes Dean's hand and squeezes it. "We can promise you that." She tells her mother.

"Okay, well, I'm not."

Sam shakes his head. "Listen, you think you can have that normal life that you want so bad, but you can't. I'm sorry. It's all gonna go rotten. You are gonna die, and your children will be cursed."

Jamie swallows heavily. "In more ways than you can imagine." Dean squeezes her hand.

"There—there has to be a way."

"No, this is the way. Leave John."

"I can't."

"This is bigger than us. There are so many more lives at stake—"

"Sam." Jamie stares at Mary.

"You don't understand. I can't." Mary pauses. "It's too late. I'm...I'm pregnant."

While Dean, Jamie, and Sam absorb this, John comes in. "Hey, we got a problem. Those blood things, the sigils—they're gone."

"Gone?" Jamie asks, stepping towards him.

Sam turns to him. "Gone as in..."

"I drew one on the back of the door. I turned around. And when I looked back again, it was a smudge."

Dean goes to look. "He's right."

Mary bends down to check the oil circle she just poured. "There's no more holy oil."

Jamie eyes widen. "Oh goddamnit! Cover your ears. Now!" A loud high-pitched noise: an angel's voice. Jamie draws the angel-killing sword. Everyone else covers their ears. The windows and lightbulbs shatter, plunging the room into darkness. Jamie grips the angel sword. "Come on out you bitch!"

The windows keep shattering. The angel shuts up. Everyone looks up. The door flies open, the sound of angel wings, and someone enters: it's Uriel. Jamie steps forward.

"Who the hell are you?" Dean asks, stepping forward next to his sister.

"Uriel." Jamie hisses.

"You know me?" The angels asks.

"I know of you." She shoots back.

Dean backs away. "Oh, come on."

Sam turns to Mary. "Go." He sees Anna blocking the other exit.

Jamie looks at her brothers. "It's too late."

"Here goes nothin'." Dean mutters.

Sam grabs his sister. "Jamie, protect them!"

Dean attacks Uriel while Sam goes after Anna. Jamie stands in front of John and Mary. Uriel and Anna throw the brothers aside and advance towards Jamie. Jamie goes to stab Anna, but Uriel throws her aside. John goes for the sword that Jamie dropped, but Anna blocks it and throws John through the wall into the back yard.

"John!" Mary yells.

Sam goes for the sword, but Anna rips a fixture from the wall and stabs him. Sam begins to bleed.

"Sam!" Jamie yells, trying to get up.

"Sammy!" Dean yells from the floor.

Outside, something bright glows above John. He looks up. Sam slumps to the floor, dead.

"Sam!"

Jamie rolls over to her twin and looks at him. "He's dead!" She scrambles to her feet and motions for the angel-killing sword. It flies into her hands.

Anna turns to Mary. "I'm really sorry."

Jamie rushes towards Anna but John stops her. She stares at him. "Domini mei." John looks at her and then turns to Anna.

"Anna."

"Michael."

Jamie drops the sword and falls to her knees. She bows her head. Michael, wearing John, puts a hand on Anna's shoulder. She bursts into flames, screaming. Mary stares. Michael turns to Uriel.

"Michael. I didn't know."

"Goodbye, Uriel."

Michael snaps his fingers and Uriel disappears.

"What did you do to John?" Mary asks.

"John is fine."

"Who—what are you?"

"Shh..." Michael touches Mary's forehead and she falls unconscious to the ground. He turns and looks at Jamie. "Arise, prophetess." Jamie gets up. They stare at each other. "Prophetess, I hope you and I will understand each other someday."

Jamie casts her eyes down. "My lord…what you seek I desire with all my heart to keep from you."

"Desire is not enough."

"Forgive me, my lord, but I'm hoping it will be." Jamie bows her head. Michael then turns to Dean.

"Well, I'd say this conversation is long overdue, wouldn't you?"

"What the hell did you do to Jamie?" Dean asks, glancing at his sister.

"Jamie serves me, of course. I've protected her for her entire life, from her crib that night with Azazel onward. She owes me, in a way."

"You protected her and you couldn't protect our mother?"

"She wasn't mine to protect."

Dean points at Sam. "Fix him."

"First...we talk. Then I fix your darling little Sammy."

"How'd you get in my dad, anyway?"

"I told him I could save his wife, and he said yes."

"I guess they oversold me being your one and only vessel."

"You're my true vessel but not my only one."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

Jamie looks up. "My lord, may I speak?" Michael nods. Jamie turns to Dean. "It's a bloodline."

"A bloodline?"

"Stretching back to Cain and Abel. It's in your blood, your father's blood, your family's blood."

"My blood." Jamie adds.

Michael nods. "Yes, but the power of prophesy within you keeps me from entering."

"Lucky me." She mutters.

"Awesome. Six degrees of Heaven Bacon. What do you want with me?"

"You really don't know the answer to that?"

"Well, you know I ain't gonna say yes, so why are you here? What do you want with me?!"

"Dean." Jamie goes over and stands beside Dean.

"I just want you to understand what you and I have to do."

Dean puts an arm protectively around Jamie. "Oh, I get it. You got beef with your brother. Well, get some therapy, pal. Don't take it out on my planet!"

"You're wrong. Lucifer defied our father, and he betrayed me. But still...I don't want this any more than you would want to kill Sam." He looks at Jamie. "Anymore then you want to watch this happen." He turns away. "You know, my brother, I practically raised him. I took care of him in a way most people could never understand, and I still love him." He turns back. "But I am going to kill him because it is right and I have to."

"Oh, because God says so?"

"Thy will be done." Jamie whispers.

"Yes. From the beginning, he knew this was how it was going to end."

"And you're just gonna do whatever God says."

"Yes, because I am a good son."

Jamie looks at Dean. "He sees no other choice."

"Listen to your sister."

"Okay, well, trust me, pal. Take it from someone who knows—that is a dead-end street."

"And you think you know better than my father? One unimportant little man. What makes you think you get to choose?"

"Because I got to believe that I can choose what I do with my unimportant little life."

"You're wrong. You know how I know?" MICHAEL turns away, then back. "Think of a million random acts of chance that let John and Mary be born, to meet, to fall in love, to have the three of you. Think of the million random choices that you make, and yet how each and every one of them brings you closer to your destiny. Do you know why that is? Because it's not random. It's not chance. It's a plan that is playing itself out perfectly. Free will's an illusion, Dean. That's why you're going to say yes. Oh, buck up. It could be worse. You know, unlike my brothers, I won't leave you a drooling mess when I'm done wearing you."

"Well, what about our dad?"

"Better than new. In fact, I'm gonna do your mom and your dad a favor."

"What?"

"Scrub their minds. They won't remember me or you."

Jamie looks up. "My lord…"

"You can't do that."

"I'm just giving your mother what she wants. She can go back to her husband, her family—"

"She's gonna walk right into that nursery!" Dean and Jamie yell at the same time.

"Obviously." Michael turns away. "And you always knew that was going to play out one way or another." He turns back. "You can't fight City Hall." He goes over to Sam and presses two fingers to his forehead. Sam vanishes. The pipe clanks to the floor. Michael stands up. "He's home. Safe and sound. Your turn. I'll see you soon, Dean." He presses two fingers to Dean's forehead. He disappears. Michael looks at Jamie. "I told your brother the truth. It was me who prevented Azazel from touching you."

Jamie looks down. "I should be grateful, my lord, but I'm not. If you had saved Sam instead…"

Michael grabs her chin and forces her to look at him. "You were chosen before your birth, Jamie, as were your brothers. You try too hard to change things that cannot be changed." Jamie casts her eyes down. "I'm not a…dick Jamie. No matter what your brothers think. I have watched over you for your entire life, I want you to be happy, but I have to do this."

Jamie moves away from him. "My entire life? Have you seen my entire life? My parents, my brothers, AJ. They all died in front of me." Tears stream down her face. "The last thing I have ever wanted in life is to send other men to die for me, and that's exactly what you've been doing. For my entire life, you have let other men die in my place!" She looks away and then holds Michael's gaze. "He won't say yes, Michael. Mark my words." Michael places two fingers on her forehead and she disappears.

The Winchesters are back in the motel room in their own time. Dean pulls out a bottle. Sam takes plastic wrap off a pair of cups. The room between them is empty. Sam looks up into a mirror and sees Castiel and Jamie behind him. "Help." Jamie calls.

"Castiel." Sam turns around and grabs hold of Castiel, keeping him and Jamie from falling. "Hey. Hey, hey. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa."

"Cas!" Dean hurries over and helps hold Castiel up.

"We got you."

"You son of a bitch. You made it."

"I...I did? I'm very surprised."

Castiel collapses.

Jamie groans. "Cas!"

"Whoa! You're okay."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa." Dean looks at Sam and Jamie. "Bed?"

"Yeah, yeah."

"Now."

Dean, Jamie, and Sam haul Castiel to the nearest bed and lay him on it. "Well, I could use that drink now."

"Yeah."

"Me three."

Dean pours three drinks. "Well...this is it."

"God…"

"This is what?" Sam takes a sip.

"Team Free Will. One ex-blood junkie, one dropout with six bucks to his name, one migraine sufferer who hears voices, and Mr. Comatose over there. It's awesome."

Jamie deadpans. "It's crap."

"It's not funny." Sam says.

Dean takes a drink. "I'm not laughing."

Sam sighs. "They all say we'll say yes."

"I know. It's getting annoying."

"They think if they tell you that long enough you'll believe them."

"But what if they're right?"

Dean takes a drink. "They're not."

"I mean, why, why would we, either of us? But...I've been weak before."

"Sam."

"Michael got Dad to say yes."

"That was different. "

Jamie takes a drink. "Anna was about to kill Mom."

Sam looks at both his siblings. "And if you could save Mom...what would you say?"

Dean looks away. Jamie looks at him and then at Sam. "At least we know the whole story now. About that night."

Sam nods. "Yeah. I had demons watching over me, and you and Dean had angels." Sam finishes his drink and walks towards the bathroom. Dean takes a drink and walks away from his siblings. Jamie frowns and sits down on the bed beside Cas.