Dean packs away his belongings in a box, including his leather jacket, his keys, his gun, and a letter. He marks the box for ROBERT SINGER after he tapes it shut. He goes over to take another drink and looks in the mirror. Sam and Jamie are standing there.

"Sending someone a candy-gram?" Sam asks.

Jamie looks pissed. "Damnit it, Dean."

Dean looks slightly impressed. "How'd you find me?" Jamie raises her hand. Dean rolls his eyes. "Damn you Sam. I thought we agreed not to use our sister like a crystal ball."

Sam rolls his eyes. "Hey! You're going to kill yourself, right? It's not too hard to figure out the stops on the Farewell Tour. How's Lisa doing, anyways?"

"I'm not going to kill myself."

Jamie scoffs. "No, what you're gonna do is much more stupid."

Sam takes a step forward. "No? So Michael's not about to make you his Muppet? What the hell, man? This is how it ends? You just…walk out?"

"Yeah, I guess."

"Dean!"

"How could you do that?"

Dean raises an eyebrow. "How could I? All you've ever done is run away." He points at Sam accusingly.

Sam nods. "And I was wrong. Every single time I did."

"That so." He looks past his brother to his sister. "And you. Isn't this your job? To see this through? You just gonna walk out on destiny?"

Jamie jaw drops open in anger. "Destiny? Dean you don't believe in destiny!" She spits.

"Well maybe I should start. Maybe you two should start." Jamie takes a step forward, but Sam grabs her shoulder.

"I am what I am, Dean. Not even the angels can take this from me. But you and Sam, you have a choice, and I'm not going to back down and watch my brothers make the wrong one!" She struggles against Sam's restraint.

Sam pushes Jamie back and turns back to Dean. "Just…please. Not now. Bobby is working on something."

"Oh, really? What?" Sam doesn't answer. Jamie sighs. "You got nothing and you know it."

Sam looks at him. "You know we have to stop you."

Dean gestures for them to come get him. "Yeah, well, you can try. Just remember: You're not all hopped up on demon blood this time."

"Yeah, I know."

Sam lets go of Jamie who starts walking towards Dean.

"Jamie, you wouldn't dare."

She stops. "No, you're right. That's why I brought help." Dean turns around to find Castiel standing behind him. Castiel touches his fingers to Dean's forehead, knocking him out.

It's morning and the Winchesters are in Bobby's study. Bobby is sitting at his desk with books opened. Sam is sitting in a chair reading a book. Jamie has a book floating in front of her, and she's using her telekinesis to turn the pages. Castiel is leaning against the wall. Dean paces. "Yeah, no, this is good. Really. You know, eight months of turned pages and screwed pooches but tonight, tonight's when the magic happens."

Bobby looks up. "You ain't helpin'."

"Yeah, well, why don't you let me get out of your hair, then?"

Jamie rolls her eyes. The book falls to the ground. "Goddamnit!" She yells.

Sam looks up in alarm. "What?"

"That!" She points to the fallen book. "Four years of having these powers and one little slip is all it takes."

Sam sighs and puts his book down. He walks over to her and puts his hands on her shoulders. He rubs them tenderly. "You're stressed. It's okay."

Jamie pulls away. "No Sam, it's not okay. I am a hunter, damnit, one mistake is all it takes to get killed. You know that."

Sam sighs. "Dean…"

"What?"Sam gestures to Jamie. "What?"

"This is where you give some mondo big brother prep-talk."

Dean stares blankly at him and then looks away. Sam's jaw drops slightly. Jamie glances from Sam to Dean and then walks past them over to Castiel.

Bobby shakes his head. "What the hell happened to you?"

Dean sits down on the desk and looks at him. "Reality happened. Nuclear's the only option we have left. Michael can ice the devil, save a boatload of people."

"But not all of them. We gotta think of something else."

"Yeah, well, that's easy for you to say. But if Lucifer burns this mother down, and I coulda done something about it, guess what? That's on me."

Jamie turns around and leans against Castiel. Cas puts his arm around her.

"You can't give up, son."

"You're not my father. And you ain't in my shoes."

Jamie's eyes widen. "Dean shut up!" Bobby's face falls. Sam looks at Dean and shakes his head.

Bobby pulls out a gun out of his desk and sets it on the table. He takes a bullet out of his pocket and looks at it.

Dean looks at the bullet. "What is that?"

Bobby holds up the bullet. "That's the round that I mean to put through my skull." He sets the bullet down on his desk in front of him. "Every morning, I look at it. I think, "Maybe today's the day I flip the lights out." But I don't do it. I never do it. You know why?" He pauses and then yells: "Because I promised you I wouldn't give up!"

Jamie grabs her head and groans. At the same time Castiel grasps his head and hunches over in pain.

"Jamie?" Dean asks, whirling around.

Sam looks over, alarmed. "Cas, you okay?"

"No." The angel mutters. Jamie cries out in pain.

"What's wrong?" Sam asks. "Jamie?"

Dean moves over to his sister and his angel. "Is something coming?"

Jamie shakes her head. "No."

"Something's happening." Castiel says.

"Where?"

Castiel disappears. Wind throws papers around the room. Jamie grabs a bucket and vomits. Sam raise's an eyebrow. "That's the first time that's happened." Jamie looks up and glares at him, and then throws up again.

A bit later Sam is standing against the fridge in the kitchen. Dean walks over. Jamie is standing against the wall rubbing her head.
"I'm gonna get a beer, do you mind?" Sam moves out of the way of the fridge. Dean turns to his sister. "Jamie, you want one? Goes good with aspirin."

Sam rolls his eyes. "Dean, that's not funny."

Jamie looks up towards the study. "Guys."

Wind blows papers and Castiel appears with a body. "Help." He calls.

"Jamie! Boys!" Bobby yells.

Castiel lays the body down on the cot. Dean, Sam, and Jamie rush into the room. Jamie gasps and steps back. Dean grabs her.

Bobby notices the Winchesters' reactions. "Who is it?"

Sam gulps. "That's our brother."

They're all quiet for a moment and then Bobby asks. "Wait a minute. Your brother? Adam?"

Jamie nods. "Yeah. We burned his body…Cas." She turns toward the angel.

Dean mimics her. "Cas, what the hell?"

Castiel puts the knives down. Jamie looks at them and then at Cas. "Angels." He says simply.

Sam's eyes widen. "Angels? Why?"

Jamie sits down on the bed beside Adam. She moves her hand over his head and frowns.

"I know one thing for sure. We need to hide him now." He moves towards the bed.

Jamie nods. "Do it. Now."

Castiel puts his hand to Adam's chest and brands the Enochian symbols on his ribs to hide him from angels. Adam wakes up. "Where am I?"

Jamie puts her hand on his chest. "Hey, hey, hey, easy."

Sam moves closer. "It's okay. Just relax, you're safe."
Adam stares at them. "Who the hell are you?"

Dean sighs. "You're going to find this a little...a lot crazy, but we're actually your siblings."

Sam nods. "It's the truth."

"John Winchester was our father too." Jamie tells him.

"Yeah. See, I'm Sam—"

Adam cuts him off. "Yeah, and I'm sure that's Dean. And Jamie, the prophetess. I know who you are."

"How?" Sam asks, surprised.

Jamie moves back. "Shit." She curses and gets up, turning away.

Adam glances between her and Sam. "They warned me about you."

"Who did?" Dean asks.

"The angels. Now where the hell is Zachariah?"

Jamie grabs the bucket and pukes. Dean and Sam look at each other.

"Oh God." Dean mutters.

Sam rubs the back of his head. "Um. Why don't we get you cleaned up, huh?"

"I'll get the booze." Bobby says.

Jamie pukes into the bucket again. Cas goes over to her. She looks up at him. "Castiel, what the hell is happening to me?"

"I don't know."

A few minutes later everyone is settled around Adam, with glasses of whiskey, except Castiel. Dean leans against the back of his chair and looks at Adam. "So why don't you just tell us everything? Start from the beginning."

Adam rolls his eyes. "Well, I was dead and in Heaven. 'Cept it—it uh, kinda looked like my prom and I was making out with this girl, her name was Kristin McGee—"

"Yeah, that sounds like heaven. Did you get to third base?"

Jamie and Sam clear their throats loudly. "Dean. Porn. No." Jamie says pointedly.

Sam turns back to Adam. "Just uh, just keep going."

"Well, these…these angels, they popped out of nowhere, and they tell me that I—I'm chosen."

Jamie drops her glass and it shatters. Castiel rushes to her. "I'm gonna throw up again. Cas." The two of them go into the kitchen. Sam and Dean look at each other, worried, and then turn back to Adam.

"Uh. Chosen. For what?"

"To save the world."

Castiel holds the bucket and Jamie pukes. Sam and Dean look over their shoulders and then back to Adam. "How you gonna do that?" Dean asks.

"Oh, me and some archangel are going to kill the devil."

"What archangel?"

Jamie and Castiel come back into the room. Jamie wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. "Michael." Jamie says, firmly, glaring at Adam.

"Right. I'm his uh, sword or vessel or something, I don't know."

"Well, that's insane." Dean says.

Jamie shakes her head. "No, it's not."

"Not necessarily." Castiel says.

Dean turns to him. "How do you mean? "

"Maybe they're moving on from you, Dean."

"Well that doesn't make sense."

"He's John Winchester's bloodline, Sam's brother."

"My brother. It's not perfect, but it's possible."

"Well you gotta be kidding me."

"No."

Sam stares at Jamie and Cas. "Why would they do this?"

"Maybe they're desperate. Maybe they wrongly assumed Dean would be brave enough to withstand them." The angel glares at Dean.

Dean smirks, looking over at him. "Alright, you know what? Blow me, Cas."

Jamie rolls her eyes. "Do not start you two. I've got a migraine that won't quit, and I think brother number 3 is the cause. Zachariah is laying the mojo on thick to get to him. So keep the stupid, bitchy comments to a minimum!"

Castiel nods. "I think you're right."

Sam sighs. "Okay. Look, no way. After everything that's happened? All that crap about destiny? Suddenly the angels have a Plan B? Does that smell right to anybody?"

Adam looks at Sam and then starts to get up. "You know this has been a really moving family reunion, but uh, I got a thing, so—"

Sam stops him. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, no, no, no. Sit down. Just listen, okay? Please."

"It's unbelievable." Adam sits back down.

"Now, Adam…the angels are lying to you."

Jamie steps forward. "They're full of crap. Trust me."

"Yeah, I don't think so."

Sam stares at him. "Really. Why not?"

"Um, 'cause they're angels."

Sam raises an eyebrow. "They tell you they were gonna roast half the planet?"

Adam sighs. "They said the fight might get pretty hairy, but it is the devil, right? So we got to stop him."

Jamie shakes her head. "Not like this. Not by sacrificing this many people."

Sam nods. "Yeah, there's another way."

Adam looks around. "Great. What is it?"

Dean grins. "We're working on "the power of love."

Jamie groans. "I hate you."

"I love you too. See, it's already working."

Sam glares at his brother and sister and then turns to Adam. "Look, Adam…You don't know me from a hole in the wall, I know. But I'm begging you. Please, just trust me. Give me some time."

"Give me one good reason." Adam shoots back.

"Because we're blood."

Adam is a little taken aback. "You've got no right to say that to me." He hisses.

Jamie nods to her. "Our blood runs in your veins whether you like it or not."

"You're still John's boy." Bobby says.

Adam shakes his head. "No, John Winchester was some guy who took me to a baseball game once a year. I don't have a dad. So we may be blood, but we are not family. My mom is my family. And if I do my job, I get to see her again. So no offense, but she's the one I give a rat's ass about, not you."

Sam won't give in. "Fair enough. But if you have one good memory of dad, just one, then you'll give us a little more time. Please."

Later. Adam is playing with a half-eaten sandwich. He sees Bobby turn around in his chair, and looks at the door in the kitchen to escape. Jamie and Sam are coming down the stairs. Jamie nudges Sam and gestures to Adam. Sam steps out in front of the door. "Going somewhere?"

Adam looks at him. "Out for a...beer."

"Great. We got beer. Have a seat." Sam points to the table. Adam grudgingly sits down.

"Great. You know, you pitched this whole dewy-eyed bromance thing, but the truth is, I'm on lockdown, aren't I?"

Jamie steps forward, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. "How much did they tell you about me?"

"That you were powerful, but fallen. You turned from the path."

Jamie nods. "I chose exile. You know why? Because my brothers are more important to me than any angel's pile of crap. You get your mom back out of all of this, well I lose my brothers!" She yells, taking a step forward. "I am still the voice crying out in the desert and so help me if I have to narrate the apocalypse because of your stupid ass…"

Sam grabs unto her shirt and drags her back. "Sam: Jamie! Go find Dean and Cas. You're not helping." Jamie leaves the room. "Sorry about her, she's a little on edge these days."

Adam swallows. "Yeah they told me she was a little crazy."

"Jamie's been through a lot." Sam sits down across from him. "Adam, you may not believe it, but dad was trying to protect you. Keeping you from all of this."

"Yeah well, I guess the monster that ate me didn't get that memo."

"You remember that?"

Adam nods. "Oh yeah."

"Still, trust me. The one thing worse than seeing dad once a year was seeing him all year." Sam smirks.

Adam shakes his head. "Do you know how full of crap you are?"

"What?"

"Really. You see, it was me and it was my mom. That's it. She worked the graveyard shift at the hospital. I cooked my own dinners. I put myself to bed. So you can say whatever you want about our dad, but the truth is, I would have taken anything." Sam nods his head a little. "Alright?"

"Look, if we had known we had a brother—"

"Well, you didn't, so…"

"—We would have found you." Adam scoffs and shakes his head. "Look, I can't change the past. I wish I could. But from here on out—"

Adam looks up at him. "What? We gonna hop in the family truckster? Pop on down to Wally World?"

"Tell you one thing, with an attitude like that, you would have fit right in around here." Sam snickers and looks back at Jamie whose been standing in the doorway. Jamie scoffs a little and turns away.

Down in Bobby's panic room, Dean is fiddling with some of the paneling on the wall. Sam opens the door and Jamie and Castiel are standing behind it. Cas stares at Dean. Sam walks inside. Dean smirks at Cas. "Well, Cas, not for nothing, but the last person who looked at me like that…I got laid."

Jamie rolls her eyes. "I'm just going to go burn my brain stem."

"Jamie if a prophet commits suicide…" Jamie gives Cas a look. "Oh, right…you're expressing frustration."

Sam sighs. "Uh, Cas, why don't you, uh, go keep an eye on Adam?"

Jamie rolls her eyes. She walks into the panic room. Castiel waves his hand and the door slams shut.

"Is this really necessary?" Dean asks.

"Well, I mean, we got our hands full, Dean... A house full of flight risks."

Dean glances over at Jamie. "And a prophet who can't hold her cookies."

Jamie smirks. "Zachariah is being a pain in my ass, what else is new?"

Dean turns back to Sam. "I'm not letting him do it."

"Who, Adam? No, I'm... I'm not, either."

"Me neither."

"No, you two are not getting me."

Sam shakes his head. "Oh, no, no, I "get" you perfectly."

Jamie nods. "So do I. But I'm not letting you do it, either."

"That kid's not taking a bullet for me."

Sam sighs. "Dean…"

"He won't." Jamie says, moving closer to them.

"I'm serious. I mean, think about how many people we've gotten killed, guys. Mom, Dad, Jess, AJ, Jo, Ellen. Should I keep going?"

Jamie sighs, rubbing her eyes. "We don't send other men to die for us, Dean."

Sam nods. "It's not like we pulled the trigger."

"We might as well have. I'm tired, man. I'm tired of fighting who I'm supposed to be."

Sam looks at Jamie and then back at Dean. "Well, do you think maybe you could take a half a second and stop trying to sacrifice yourself for a change?"

"Maybe we could actually stick together?" Jamie tells him, sitting down beside him on the bed.

Dean looks at her and then at Sam. "I don't think so."

"Why not? Dean, seriously. Tell me. I—I want to know."

Jamie stares at her brother. After a moment she gets a weird look on her face. "Dean. No."

Dean looks down. "I just…I—I don't believe."
"In what?"

Dean looks up at him. "In you. I mean, I don't. I don't know whether it's gonna be demon blood or some other demon chick or what, but…I do know they're gonna find a way to turn you."

"Dean…"

"So you're saying I'm not strong enough."

"You're angry, you're self-righteous. Lucifer's gonna wear you to the prom, man. It's just a matter of time."

"Dean you cannot say that to him!" Jamie turns away. Tears fall her down her cheeks. Sam's eyes fill with tears. Dean's eyes are red.

"Don't say that to me. Not you...of all people."

Jamie gets up and moves to her twin. "Sam, God."

"I don't want to. But it's the truth. And when Satan takes you over, there's got to be somebody there to fight him, and it ain't gonna be that kid, and it can't be Jamie. So, it's got to be me."

Sam sniffs and opens the door to the panic room and walks out. Jamie stands there, looking at Dean. "What about me?" She asked softly, looking over her shoulder.

Dean turns to her. "What about you, Jamie? Are you so selfish that all you worry about is yourself?"

Jamie turns to him hysterical. "I have the worst goddamn job in all of this, Dean! I have to watch! And not with some angel wearing me either. My eyes will see, my ears will hear, and my tongue will proclaim. I have to narrate the two of you killing each other. And I can't do a damned thing about it! So yes, maybe I am selfish, but if it's going to keep what is left of my family alive, so be it! I love you, Dean. I love you more than anything, and Sam too. I have watched the both of you die in front of me, and now you're asking me to do it again. No. You hear me, no!" Jamie waves her hand and the door to the panic room blows open. She steps outside.

Cas is watching Adam sleep in Bobby's study. Bobby rolls his chair over. Sam comes in. "How's he doing?" Bobby asks. Sam shrugs and scoffs. "How you doing?"

SAM nods slightly. Jamie comes in, tears streak across her face. She wipes her eyes and turns away. Sam looks over at her and takes her into his arms. "Don't puke on my shirt, k?" They look at each other and laugh painfully.

Castiel leaves the room and goes downstairs to check on Dean. He hears a crash and goes to the panic room door. "Dean? Dean?"

"Cas."

Dean has an angel banishing sigil drawn on the inside of a cabinet. He presses his hand to it, sending Castiel away screaming. Dean escapes.

"CAS!" Jamie runs downstairs just after Dean leaves. Sam follows on her heels.

"We have a problem." Sam and Jamie grab their jackets as they walk back into the study.

"Where's Cas?"

"Blown to Oz." Sam tells him. "Look, we'll get Dean. He couldn't have gone too far."

Jamie nods. "Watch Adam."

"How? You may have noticed, he's got a slight height advantage."

Sam puts his jacket on. "Then cuff him to your chair. I don't know. Just watch him."

Jamie gets her jacket on. "We'll be back as soon as we can."

Jamie and Sam walk in awhile later. It's night now. Bobby is sitting in an empty room. "Bad news kids. Adam is gone."

Sam looks at him. "Bobby, what do you mean, "Adam is gone?"

"Should I say it in Spanish?"

"He's gone how? What the hell, Bobby?!" Sam yells in frustration.

Jamie puts her hand on her brother's arm. "Calm down Sam."

"Watch your tone, boy. He was right in front of me, and he disappeared into thin air."

Jamie sighs, putting her hands on her hips. She looks up. "You guys want some good news?" Sam looks at her. She points.

Castiel appears carrying a bloody and battered Dean. "Because the angels took him." Castiel says, referring to Adam.

Sam looks at Dean. "What the hell happened to him?"

"Me."

"Jesus Cas, I said find my brother and knock him out, not beat him half to death."

Cas throws Dean unto the bed. Jamie goes over and sits next to him. "He'll be alright."

Bobby turns to Castiel. "What do you mean, the angels took Adam? You branded his ribs, didn't you?"

"Yes. Adam must have tipped them."

"How?"

"I don't know. Maybe in a dream."

Sam turns to them. "Well, where would they have taken him?"

Jamie looks up. "Oh son of a bitch." She turns to look at Sam, Cas, and Bobby. "I know where they took him."

Dean wakes up handcuffed to a cot. Sam and Jamie are sitting at the table across from it.

"Hey Dean." Jamie says a little too sweetly.

"How you feeling?" Sam asks.

"Word to the wise: don't piss off the nerd angels. So how's it going?"

Jamie nods. "Not too good."

Sam gets up. "Adam's gone. The angels have him."

"Where?"

"The room where they took you." Sam answers.

"You sure?"

Jamie nods again. "I saw it. And we sent Cas to do a re-con."

"And?"

"And the place is crawling with mooks…Pretty much a no-shot-in-hell, hail-Mary kind of thing." Sam tells him.

"Yeah we're screwed." Jamie scoffs.

"Ah, so the usual. What are you two going to do?"

"For starters…we're bringing you with."

"Excuse me?"

Sam unlocks Dean's handcuffs, releasing him. "There are too many of them. We can't do it alone. And uh, you're pretty much the only game in town."

Jamie gets up. "So congrats you're free."

"Isn't that a bad idea?"

"Yes." Jamie says without missing a beat.

Sam nods. "Cas and Bobby think so too. I'm not so sure."

"Well, Jamie's right, they're right. Because either it's a trap to get me there to make me say yes, or it's not a trap and I'm gonna say yes anyway. And I will. I'll do it. Fair warning."

Jamie looks at him. "I'm voting for the former. But we have to do this. No choice and all."

Sam looks at Dean. "And, you won't. When push shoves, you'll make the right call."

Dean gets up. "You know, if tables were turned…I'd let you rot in here. Hell, I have let you rot in here."

Jamie snickers glancing at her brother. "If it's any consolation I do want to leave you to rot in here."

"I thought you liked me the best?"

"I do. But Sam…"

"Yeah, well…I guess I'm not that smart."

"Yeah. So we're gonna do this."

Dean stares at the both of them. "I—I don't get it. Guys, why are you doing this?"

Jamie and Sam look at each other. "Because…."

"You're still our big brother."

Castiel, Dean, Sam, and Jamie appear outside an abandoned warehouse. It's daytime again. Dean looks around. "Where the hell are we?"

"Van Nuys, California." Cas answers.

Oh. Perfect." Jamie says sarcastically.

"Where's the beautiful room?" Dean asks.

"In there." Castiel points to the warehouse.

"The beautiful room is in an abandoned muffler factory in Van Nuys, California?"

Castiel stops and looks at him. "Where'd you think it was?"

"I—I don't know. Jupiter? A blade of grass? Not Van Nuys."

Sam turns to Cas. "Tell me again why you don't just grab Adam and shazam the hell out of there."

"Because there are at least five angels in there."

"So? You're fast."

Jamie turns to Dean. "He's not that fast."

Castiel nods. "And they're faster." He takes off his tie and wraps it around his palm. "I'll clear them out. You three grab the boy. This is our only chance."

Dean stares at him. "Whoa, wait. You're gonna take on five angels?"

"Yes."

Dean looks at Sam and Jamie and then back to Cas. "Isn't that suicide?"

"Maybe it is. But then I won't have to watch you fail. I'm sorry, Dean, but Jamie and I…"Jamie gives him a look. He clears his throat. "I mean, I don't have the same faith in you that Sam does." He pulls a box cutter out of his trench-coat pocket.

Jamie steps back, shocked. "Cas are you insane?"

"What the hell are you gonna do with that?" Sam asks.

Jamie moves to stand in front of him. "Cas." Jamie wraps her arms around him. After a moment he hugs her back.

"We have to do what we must." Jamie pulls back and nods. Castiel looks at the three of them and then goes inside.

Dean Jamie and Sam enter the warehouse through the same door Castiel did. Dean finds the one slain angel and he and Jamie go into the room. It's indeed the green room. Dean sees Adam on the floor against the opposite wall. He and Jamie hurry to his side to help him leave. "Adam, hey. Hey." Dean gets down beside him.

Jamie grabs his hand. "Easy kid. We're here now."

Adam looks up at them. "You came for me."

"Yeah, well, you're family." Dean tells him.

Jamie smiles softly. "Yeah, come on baby brother."

Dean and Jamie wrap Adam's arms around their shoulders and pull him up.

"Guys, it's a trap." Adam chokes out.

"I figured." Dean mutters.

"I know." Jamie echoes.

Zachariah appears. "Dean, Jamie, please. Did you really think it would be that easy?"

Jamie looks up at him. "No. But…"

"Did you?"

Sam comes at Zachariah from behind with an angel-killing sword. Zachariah knocks it out of his hand and throws Sam against a screen. "Sam!" Dean and Jamie yell.

"You know what I've learned from this experience, Dean? Patience." Zachariah waves his hand and Adam falls to the floor, coughing up blood.

"Adam." Jamie drops to the floor beside him. "Oh my god."

Dean looks down. "Adam? Let him go, you son of a bitch."

"I mean, I thought I was downsized for sure. And for us, a firing...pretty damn literal. But I should have trusted the boss man. It's all playing out like he said...You, me, your hemorrhaging brothers, and your prophetic little sister." Zachariah turns his fist in Sam's direction, causing him to cough up blood like Adam.

"Sam!" He looks at Jamie. Jamie looks at him. "Zachariah, the moment you do anything to me, Michael comes down here to kick your ass."

"Really? Hmm." He turns to Dean. Jamie rushes to Sam's side. "You're finally ready, right?"

"Sam? Hang on." Jamie mutters, holding his shoulder.

Dean looks from Zachariah to Jamie, to Sam and Adam who are lying on the floor, still coughing up blood.

"You know there's no other choice. There's never been a choice."

Jamie looks toward Dean. "Dean…"

Zachariah turns to look at her. He points at her. "I may not be able to harm you, but if you interfere I will put you down, prophetess."

"Stop it. Stop it right now!" Dean yells.

"In exchange for what?"

"Damn it, Zachariah. Stop it, please. I'll do it."

"I'm sorry. What was that?"

"Okay, yes. The answer is yes."

"Dean no!" Jamie yells, starting to stand up.

Sam looks up in horror. "Dean!"

Dean doesn't look at them. "Do you hear me? Call Michael down, you bastard!"

"How do I know you're not lying?"

"Do I look like I'm lying?"

Jamie stands up. Zachariah looks at her. Jamie swallows. "As the prophet speaks so shall it be heard. He's not…he's not lying." She kneels back down beside Sam.

Zachariah turns, satisfied, and speaks in Enochian, summoning the archangel Michael. "Zodiredo…noco…aberamage…nazodpesade…He's coming."

SAM gives Dean a questioning look. Dean winks at Sam. Jamie's eyes widen. She looks at Sam and they share a look.

"Of course, I have a few conditions."

"What?"

"The few people whose safety you have to guarantee before I say yes."

"Sure, fine. Make a list."

"But most of all…Michael can't have me until he disintegrates you."

Zachariah looks up. "What did you say?"

Dean grins. "I said…before Michael gets one piece of this sweet ass…he has to turn you into a piece of charcoal."

"You really think Michael's gonna go for that?"

Jamie gets up. "Yes, I do. Especially after he speaks with his prophet."

Dean smirks. "Who's more important to him now? You…or me?"

Zachariah sneers. "You listen to me. You are nothing but a maggot inside a worm's ass. Do you know who I am…after I deliver you to Michael?"

"Expendable." He looks over at Jamie.

Jamie holds her arms out and closes her eyes. "Sancte Michael archangele, defende nos in praelio…"

Zachariah looks at her in horror. "Michael's not gonna kill me."

"Maybe not. But I am." Dean stabs an angel-killing sword into Zachariah's head through his chin. He falls to the ground. White light and the ear-piercing noise indicate Michael is coming.

"Dean we don't have a lot of time. Get Adam, I've got Sam." Jamie drops down to her knees and pulls Sam up. "Come on." Jamie loops Sam's arm over her shoulder.

"Can you walk?" Dean asks Adam.

"Yeah."

"Okay, come on."

Dean helps Adam up and pulls him over to the door. Jamie blows the door open and she drags Sam though. Dean has hold of Adam and is going for the door.

"Hurry up!" Jamie waves her hand, pulling on Dean and Adam but something holds Adam back. The green room's door slams shut behind Dean, leaving Adam locked inside.

"No! Dean! Jamie! Help! It won't open!"

"No!" Jamie lets Sam down and rushes back to the door with Dean. Dean attempts to open the green room's door from the outside. He is burned when he touches the knob.

"Dean, help! Dean!"

"Dean, stand back." Jamie puts her hands up and tries to use her power. The door doesn't budge. "No! No, damnit."

Dean looks at her. "What's wrong, why isn't it working?"

"It's Michael. Dean, I can't open it!"

"Jamie! Dean!"

"Oh my god." Jamie turns to Dean in horror. Dean turns to the door.

"Hold on! We'll get you out. Just hold on. Adam! Can you hear me?!" Jamie grabs unto the door and pulls. The green room is filled with white light. Outside, it fades, and Jamie can turn the knob. She opens it to find it an abandoned office. "Adam?"

"No." Dean and Jamie look at each other and then back to Sam.

Dean, Sam, and Jamie are in the Impala, driving down the highway. It's night. Sam sighs. "You think Adam's okay?"

"Doubt it. Cas either. But we'll get 'em." Dean nods to him.

"Yeah." Jamie moves closer to them.

"So."

""So" what?"

"I saw your eyes. You were totally rockin' the "yes" back there."

Jamie snickers. "He better have been. I swore on my prophetic tongue."

"So, what changed your mind?" Sam and Jamie both look at him.

"Honestly? The damnedest thing. I mean, the world's ending. The walls are coming down on us, and I look over to you two and all I can think about is, "this stupid sons of bitches brought me here." I just didn't want to let you down."

Sam smiles. "You didn't. You almost did. But you didn't."

Jamie smirks. "Good job. I knew you had it in ya."

Dean glances back at her. "Liar."

"You still love me."

"I do. And I'm sorry for calling you selfish. You're right. You do have the worst job in all of this. By the way is Michael pissed at you?"

Jamie shakes her head. "I don't know. Probably. But the nausea is gone, so Zach is definitely dead."

Sam snickers. Jamie grins. Dean looks over. "I owe you an apology too, Sam."

"No, man. No, you don't."

"Just...let me say this. I don't know if it's being a big brother or what, but to me, you've always been this snot-nosed kid that I've had to keep on the straight and narrow. I think we all know that that's not you anymore. I mean, hell, if you're grown-up enough to find faith in me…the least I can do is return the favor. So screw destiny, right in the face. I say we take the fight to them, and do it our way."

Sam nods. "Sounds good."

Jamie smiles. "Hell yes."