Sam sits on the hood of the Impala in Bobby's yard drinking a beer. Jamie is sitting beside him. Dean joins them, taking the last beer out of the cooler. "I'm sorry for what I said, Jamie."

Jamie looks up. "It's okay."

"No, it's not." He goes over and hugs her. "You're my sister, and I love you. I shouldn't have said any of that."

"Dean? What's going on?" Sam asks.

Dean pulls back and looks at him. "I'm in."

"In with...?"

"The whole "up with Satan" thing. I'm on board."

Sam looks surprised. "You're gonna let me say yes?"

"No. That's the thing. It's not on me to let you do anything. You're a grown - well, overgrown - man. If this is what you want, I'll back your play."

Sam sighs. "That's the last thing I thought you'd ever say."

"Might be." Sam scoffs. "I'm not gonna lie to you, though. It goes against every fiber I got. I mean, truth is... You know, watching out for you... it's kinda been my job, you know? But more than that, it's... it's kinda who I am. You're not a kid anymore, Sam, and I can't keep treating you like one. Maybe I got to grow up a little, too. I don't know if we got a snowball's chance. But... But I do know that if anybody can do it... It's you."

"Thank you."

Jamie props herself over Sam. "I still think this is the worst idea ever, especially because I'm gonna have to watch."

Sam chuckes. "Does that me I have your support too?"

Jamie looks at Dean and then down at Sam. "Yes." Sam kisses her cheek and she shrieks.

Dean sighs, the twins get serious again. Dean's choked up. "If this is what you want... Is this really what you want?"

Sam nods. "I let him out. I got to put him back in."

"Okay. That's it, then."

Jamie nods. "Yeah."

"Yeah."

Bodies, hang upside down over a devil's trap in an abandoned warehouse. Figures exit the building carrying gallon jugs of blood. Sam, Dean, and Castiel come out of the building carrying gallon jugs filled with blood. Bobby's car is near the Impala. He and Jamie are there waiting. Dean goes over to them while Sam and Cas load the jugs into the trunk. He's wiping blood off his face. "I still can't get used to you at eye level."

"So, was I right?" Bobby asks.

Jamie rolls her eyes. "You mean was I right?"

Dean smirks. "As always. Two stunt demons inside, just like you said."

"Did you get it?"

Jamie nods towards the Impala. "Looks that way." She looks back at her brother. "Dean you have-" She gestures to the blood on his face. Dean reaches up and wipes it off.

"Yeah, all the "go juice" Sammy can drink."

"You okay?"

"Not really. What do you got?" He gestures to the papers in Bobby's hand.

"Not much. These look like omens to you? Cyclone in Florida, wildfires in L.A."

Jamie pulls out another paper. "Temp drops in Detroit." She says reliantly, handing it to Bobby.

Dean looks toward her. "Wait. What about Detroit?"

"Temp's dropped about 20 degrees, but only in a five-block radius of downtown Motown." Bobby tells him.

Jamie and Dean share a look. "That's the one. Devil's in Detroit." Dean says.

"Really? As far as foreboding goes, It's a little light in the loafers. You sure?"

Jamie nods. "It's Detroit. It has to be."

Dean sighs. "Yeah, I'm sure."

The Winchesters are on their way to Detroit. Dean is driving, Sam riding shotgun. Castiel and Jamie are asleep in the back seat. Cas is snoring. "Aw. Ain't he a little angel?" Dean remarks glancing back.

"Angels don't sleep." Sam mutters.

"I was talking about Jamie."

"Screw you Dean." Dean chuckles. Jamie rubs her eyes and sits up, moving closer to her brothers.

Sam glances over at her. "Go back to sleep, sis."

"Little late for that."

"Sam, I got a bad feeling about this." Dean says, glancing at him.

"Well, you'd be nuts to have a good feeling about it."

"You know what I mean. Detroit. He always said he'd jump your bones in Detroit. Here we are. Maybe this is him rolling out the red carpet, you know? Maybe he knows something that we don't."

"Not that I'm gunning to get a look in the devil's head, but it's possible." Jamie says as she leans back against the seat, brushing her hair back from her face.

Sam nods. "I'm sure he knows a buttload we don't. We just got to hope he doesn't know about the rings. Hey, um... on the subject, there's something I got to talk to you about."

"What?"

"This thing goes our way and I...Triple Lindy into that box... y-you know I'm not coming back."

Dean keeps staring at the road. "Yeah, I'm aware."

"So you got to promise me something. You too Jamie."

Jamie is curled back up against Cas. "You said go back to sleep."

"Jamie."

"I'm listening."

Dean glances at him. "Okay. Yeah. Anything."

"You got to promise not to try to bring me back."

"What? No, I didn't sign up for that."

"Dean –"

"Your Hell is gonna make my tour look like Graceland. Y-you want me just to sit by and do nothing?"

"Once the Cage is shut, you can't go poking at it, Dean. It's too risky."

Jamie opens her eyes and moves closer to them.

"No, no, no, no, no." Dean protests.

"It's always risky Sam." Jamie tells him.

Dean gestures to Jamie. "As if either of us are just gonna let you rot in there."

"Yeah, you are. Both of you. You don't have a choice."

"You can't ask me to do this." Dean says firmly.

"Sam."

"I'm sorry, guys. You have to."

Dean sighs. "So then what am I supposed to do?"

"You go find Lisa. You pray to god she's dumb enough to take you in, and you - you have barbecues and go to football games. You go live some normal, apple-pie life, Dean. Promise me." Dean sighs. Sam looks back at Jamie. "And you. You tell Cas the truth and the two of you take off to some island in the middle of nowhere and have just mindblowing…"

"Woah, woah, woah!" Dena rubs his head. "Man."

Jamie scoffs. "I'm going back to sleep."

The Impala and Bobby's truck are parked in an alley. Bobby is staring at the house across the street through binoculars. He sighs and walks back to where the Winchesters and Cas are waiting. "Demons. At least two dozen of them. You were right - something's up."

Dean stares at the house. "More than something. He's here. I know it."

Jamie crosses her arms, nodding. "Yeah, I can feel it." She looks at Dean and he frowns, turning around and going to unlock the Impala. Bobby stares at Sam. He walks towards him.

"I'll see ya around, kid."

"See ya around."

Bobby and Sam hug. Bobby is choked up. "He gets in... You fight him tooth and nail, you understand? Keep swingin'. Don't give an inch."

Sam nods. "Yes, sir." Bobby turns away. Sam turns to Castiel. "Take care of these guys, okay?"

Castiel sighs, looking defeated. "That's not possible."

Sam scoffs. "Then humor me."

"Oh. I was supposed to lie." He tries to smile. "Uh... Sure. They'll be fine. I –"

Jamie looks up. "Cas…"

Sam shakes his head. "Just - just stop... talking." He walks to the trunk of the Impala, where the jugs of demon blood sit. "You mind not watching this?" He says to his siblings.

"Okay." Dean grabs Jamie and they turn around.

Jamie looks at Dean. "I never thought I'd willingly…"

"Yeah." He squeezes her shoulder. She looks up at him and wipes her eyes.

"Let's go." Sam slams the hood shut. Dean grabs Jamie. Sam walks out in front of them across the street. Dean follows him, and Jamie follows Dean. ""All right! We're here, you sons of bitches! Come and get it!" Sam yells in front of the house. Several demons come out to them.

"Well that was fast." Jamie mutters.

"Hey, guys. Is your father home?" Dean asks the demons.

The demons shove Sam, Dean, and Jamie along into a room. Lucifer is standing there, looking out the window. "Hey, guys. So nice of you to drop in." His vessel looks terrible, it's skin is peeling. He breaths on the glass, icing it over. He draws a pitchfork. "Sorry if it's a bit chilly. Most people think I burn hot. It's actually quite the opposite."

"Well, I'll alert the media." Dean mutters.

Lucifer turns to them. "Help me understand something, guys. I mean, stomping through my front door is... a tad suicidal, don't you think? Especially for you, Jamie."

Jamie nods. "You can't hurt me."

SAM puts his arm out in front of his sister. "We're not here to fight you."

"No? Then why are you?"

"I want to say "yes."

"Excuse me?"

Jamie looks over at her twin. "Do it, Sam."

Sam closes his eyes. He kills the demons.

"Chock-full of Ovaltine, are we?"

Sam glares at the devil. "You heard me. Yes."

"You're serious."

"Look, Judgment Day's a runaway train. We get it now. We just want off."

"Meaning?"

"Deal of the century. I give you a free ride, but when it's all over, I live, he lives, she lives, you bring our parents back –"

"Okay, can we please drop the telenovela? I know you have the rings, Sam."

Dean's eyes widen. He looks at Sam and Jamie. Jamie looks at him and takes a step forward in front of him. Sam tries not to look shocked. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

"The Horsemen's rings? The magic keys to my Cage? Ring a bell? Come on, Sam. I've never lied to you. You could at least pay me the same respect. It's okay. I'm not mad. A wrestling match inside your noggin... I like the idea. Just you and me, one round, no tricks. You win, you jump in the hole. I win... Well, then I win. What do you say, Sam? A fiddle of gold against your soul says I'm better than you."

Sam looks at Dean and Jamie. "So he knows. Doesn't change anything."

"Sam." Dean pleads.

"We don't have any other choice."

Jamie grabs Dean's hand and squeezes it. He looks at her. "He's right, Dean." Dean looks at her and they move back a step.

"Yes." There's a bright flash of light. Sam covers his eyes. Jamie shoves Dean back behind her.

Dean takes out the rings and throws them unto the wall. He and Jamie raise their hands. "Bvtmon tabges babalon…" They chant in unison. The wall cracks, revealing a gaping hole as the pit opens. Dean and Jamie rush over to Sam.

"Sammy!"

"Dean!"

"Sammy."

"Jamie, oh god. I can feel him." He groans, grabbing his hand. Jamie and Dean help Sam up and he goes over to the pit. He stands there in front of it.

"You got to go now! Come on! Go now, Sammy. Now!" Dean yells.

"Sam…" Jamie breathes. She gasps, her eyes widening. Dean looks at her.

"Wha-"

She grabs him and pushes him behind her. "No!"

Sam turns to them. It's Lucifer. "I was just messing with you. Sammy's long gone." Jamie rushes towards Sam, but Dean grabs her and keeps her back. "Chdr bvtmon tabges babalon." The pit closes. Lucifer takes the rings off the wall. Jamie falls to her knees beside Dean. "I told you... This would always happen in Detroit." He disappears. Dean stands there with tears in his eyes unsure what to do. Jamie cries out in frustration.

After a few minutes Dean pulls Jamie to her feet. "Come on. We gotta go." He takes her hand and hurry out of the building.

Castiel and Bobby meet them on the street. "What happened?" Bobby asked.

"We screwed up." Dean says. "Lucifer is running the show."

"He was too strong." Jamie says grimly. "And he has the rings." Castiel steps forward and wraps his arms around her. She hugs him back.

"Now what?" Bobby asks, looking at Dean.

They're standing on the street watching the news report with a few other bystanders. "Reports are flooding in - a 7.6 earthquake in Portland, 8.1 in Boston, more in Hong Kong, Berlin, and Tehran. The U.S.G.S. has no explanation but says to expect a six-figure death toll."

"It's starting." Cas mutters.

Dean rolls his eyes. "Yeah, you think, genius?"

"You don't have to be mean."

"Oh God." Jamie doubles over, one hand pressed against her head.

Dean and Cas reach for her. "Are you okay?"

Jamie glares up at Castiel. "No…I have the migraine of the century over here." Pause. "Oh God!" Jamie bends over and pukes all over the sidewalk. Dean rubs her back. She pukes again.

Dean glances down at his sister and then towards Cas. "What do we do now?"

The angel shakes his head. "I suggest we imbibe copious quantities of alcohol... Just wait for the inevitable blast wave."

Dean scoffs. "Swell. Thank you, Bukowski. I-I mean, how do we stop it?"

Jamie straightens up with a moan. "We don't. We can't."

"Lucifer will meet Michael on the chosen field, and the battle of Armageddon begins."

"Okay, well, where's this chosen field?"

"I don't know."

"Oh my god." Jamie grabs her head and doubles over. "I do." She looks up at Dean and then disappears.

Dean looks around "Jamie!"

"What the hell?" Bobby asks, walking over to them.

Dean looks at Castiel. "What just happened?"

"The prophet has been called out of exile."

Dean tries not to look shocked. "Okay. So where is she?"

"Where Michael and Lucifer will meet. Don't worry, she's safe. And she's the only one for whom that can be said."

"Well, there's got to be something that we can do!" Dean yells in anger and frustration.

Cas turns away. "I'm sorry, Dean. This is over."

"You listen to me, you junkless sissy - we are not giving up! Bobby?" He turns to look at Bobby. Bobby looks resigned and defeated. "Bobby?"

"There was never much hope to begin with. I don't know what to do."

Dean yells out in frustration. "No! That is my brother and my little sister, and this is not over!" He storms away back to where the Impala is parked.

"Mistress Magda?"

Dean tries not to look disgusted at his phone. "Um, no, Chuck."

"Oh, uh, Dean. Uh, wow. I, uh, I didn't know that you'd call."

"Who's Mistress Magda?"

"Nothing. She's a, uh, a - just a, uh... a close friend."

"Yeah, I'll bet - real close. Whatever happened to Becky?"

"Didn't work out. I had too much respect for her."

"Boy, you really got a whole virgin/hooker thing going on, don't you?"

"Okay, this can't be why you called."

"Sam said yes."

"I know. I saw it. I'm just working on the pages."

"And Jamie's disappeared."

"I know that too. She's gone to prophesy."

"Did you see where the title fight goes down?"

"The angels are keeping it top secret - very hush-hush."

"Aw, crap."

"But I saw it anyway. Perks of being a prophet. It's tomorrow, high noon - place called Stull Cemetery."

"Stull Ceme- Wait. I know that. That's - that's an old boneyard outside of Lawrence. Why Lawrence?"

"I don't know. It all has to end where it started, I guess."

"All right, Chuck, look, you know of any way to short-circuit this thing?"

"Besides the rings? No. I'm sorry."

"Well, do you have any idea what's gonna happen next?"

"I wish that I did. But I-I just - I honestly don't know yet."

"All right. Thanks, Chuck."

Dean gets out of the Impala just as Bobby and Castiel walk towards him. "You goin' someplace?" Bobby asks. Castiel and Dean share a look. "You're goin' to do somethin' stupid. You got that look."

Dean nods, leaning against his car. "I'm gonna go find Jamie…and talk to Sam."

"You just don't give up."

"It's Sam!" Dean yells.

"If you couldn't reach him here, you're certainly not gonna be able to on the battlefield." Castiel tells him.

"Well, if we've already lost, I guess I got nothing to lose, right?"

Castiel steps forward. "I just want you to understand - the only thing that you're gonna see out there is Michael killing your brother."

Dean looks up at him, tears in his eyes. "Well, then I ain't gonna let him die alone."

Jamie is standing in the middle of the cemetery field. Her hair is now black. She's wearing a black skirt slit to her thigh with leggings and combat boots, and black cropped top with gloves. Dean's amulet is around her neck. She's holding a brown leather book and her nails are painted black. Lucifer arrives. "Hello sister."

"Hello Lucifer." Jamie says gravely.

The sound of wings is heard and Michael arrives. "Prophetess. You've come."

She nods. "I have been called out of exile." She opens the book. "Shall we." Michael and Lucifer step back. "And it shall be written, in the place where it began it shall also end." Her voice is dark and commanding. "Here shall Michael, prince of the heavenly host, and Lucifer, the fallen one, meet to decide the fate of the world." As she speaks words appear in the book.

Lucifer and Michael turn to each other. "It's good to see you, Michael."

"You too. It's been too long. Can you believe it's finally here?"

"No. Not really."

"Are you ready?"

"As I'll ever be. A part of me wishes we didn't have to do this."

"Yeah. Me too."

"Then why are we?"

"Oh, you know why! I have no choice, after what you did."

"What I did? What if it's not my fault?"

"What is that supposed to mean?"

Lucifer walks towards him. "Think about it. Dad made everything. Which means he made me who I am! God wanted the Devil."

"So?"

"So why? And why make us fight? I just can't figure out the point."

"What's your point?"

"We're going to kill each other. And for what? One of Dad's tests. And we don't even know the answer. We're brothers. Let's just walk off the chessboard."

Michael turns away, he's considering. "I'm sorry. I-I can't do that. I'm a good son, and I have my orders."

" But you don't have to follow them."

"What, you think I'm gonna rebel? Now? I'm not like you."

"Please, Michael –"

"You know, you haven't changed a bit, little brother. Always blaming everybody but yourself. We were together. We were happy. But you betrayed me - all of us - and you made our father leave."

"No one makes Dad do anything. He is doing this to us."

"You're a monster, Lucifer. And I have to kill you."

"If that's the way it's got to be... Then I'd like to see you try." They circle each other, but the sound of a car revving and music playing distracts them. Jamie looks up from her book. They all watch as the Impala drives up. Dean parks and gets out.

"Howdy, boys."

"Dean!" Jamie slams the book shut and takes a step forward. Her hair starts to turn blonde again.

"Jamie!" He starts to go to her, but Michael steps in between them.

"Prophetess." He stares at Jamie. "You will speak of nothing but what is and is to come." Jamie sighs and opens the book, her hair becomes black again.

Dean looks at Michael. "Sorry. Am I interrupting something? Hey. We need to talk." He says, looking at Lucifer.

"Dean. Even for you, this is a whole new mountain of stupid."

" I'm not talking to you. I'm talking to Sam."

Michael steps forward. "You're no longer the vessel, Dean. You got no right to be here."

"Adam, if you're in there somewhere, I am so sorry."

"Adam isn't home right now."

"Well, then you're next on my list, buttercup. But right now, I need five minutes with him."

"You little maggot. You are no longer a part of this story!"

Jamie snickers. Michael looks over at her. "But he is. And as the prophet has spoken so shall it be."

"Hey, ass-butt!" They all turn to see Castiel and Bobby. Castiel is holding a bottle that's on fire. He throws the bottle at Michael, sending him away with holy fire.

"Ass-butt"? Dean asked.

Castiel shrugged. "He'll be back - and upset - but you got your five minutes."

Lucifer steps towards Castiel. "Castiel. Did you just molotov my brother with holy fire?"

Castiel backs up. "Uh...No."

"No one dicks with Michael but me."

Lucifer snaps his fingers causing Castiel to explode, spraying Bobby with blood.

"CASTIEL!" Jamie yells. Lucifer turns to Jamie. Her hair is blonde again. Jamie glances at Dean and then steps back. "Lucifier, I am the witness, you cannot harm me."

"No. But I can't have you interfering either." Lucifer snaps his fingers and Jamie is bound in place.

"Dean, he has me bound. I can't move." Her voice is breaking.

Dean tries to smile. "It's okay, Jamie. I'm gonna fix this. I promise." He turns to Lucifer. "Sammy, can you hear me?"

"You know... I tried to be nice... For Sammy's sake. But you... are such a pain... in my ass." He throws Dean into the windshield. Bobby shoots him twice with the Colt. He turns and waves his hand, killing Bobby.

"No!"

"Yes."

"Bobby!" Jamie cries.

"Do your job!" Lucifer yells, pointing at her.

Jamie casts the book aside. "Go to hell!"

"Enough prophetess!" Lucifer waves his hand and Jamie falls to her knees. She struggles against Lucifer's hold.

"Let me go!"

"It's okay, Jamie. It's okay. Sammy? Are you in there?" Dean asks, groaning in pain. Lucifer punches him in the face.

"Oh, he's in here, all right. And he's gonna feel the snap of your bones. Every single one. We're gonna take our time." He continues to punch him.

"Sam, it's okay. It's okay. I'm here. I'm here. I'm not gonna leave you. I'm not gonna leave you."

"Vos mos non me alligant." Jamie chants. The wind starts to pick up around Jamie. Her eyes glow. She blinks. Lucifer draws back his fist for another punch. Sunlight glints off the roof of the Impala, catching Lucifer's eye. Sam's reflection is visible in the Impala's window; through the window he can see the little green army man stuck in the ashtray. Jamie stands up and rushes at Lucifer, readying to lunge at him. Suddenly she can hear Sam in her head. "Sam…" Sam suddenly has multiple flashbacks of his life, traveling with Dean and Jamie.

Lucifer stares. His fist unclenches: it's Sam again. "It's okay, Dean."

"Sammy!" Jamie grabs unto her twin, hugging him close to her.

"It's me, Jamie."

"I know."

He pushes her back, holding her hands. "It's gonna be okay. I've got him. " He lets go of one of her hands and takes out the rings. He casts them unto the ground. She looks at him and then they both hold out their free hands. "Bvtmon tabges babalon." The pit opens. Jamie hugs Sam again and backs up, dropping to her knees beside Dean. Michael appears.

"Sam! It's not gonna end this way! Step back!"

"You're gonna have to make me!"

"I have to fight my brother, Sam! Here and now! It's my destiny!" Sam stares at Dean and Jamie. He spreads his arms out and starts to fall back. Michael reaches out and grabs him. Sam pulls him into the pit.

Jamie squeezes her eyes shut. "These are the words of the voice crying out in the desert. Michael's destiny was altered that day. All destiny was altered. For Sam Winchester cast Michael, prince of hosts and Lucifer, prince of damnation, and himself into perdition. He fell so that many may rise. And so there was another sunrise for the world." The pit closes, the rings burn golden hot. The book disappears from where it fell. Jamie wraps her arms around Dean, tears streaming down her face. Dean tries to get up. She gets her feet and pulls him up. He stumbles over to where the pit was and falls down to his knees. Jamie stands behind him, crying. Cas appears.

"Cas, you're alive?" Dean asks.

"I'm better than that." Cas heals Dean. Jamie hugs him.

"Cas, are you God?"

"That's a nice compliment. But no. Although, I do believe he brought me back. New and improved." Cas looks at Jamie. Jamie looks back at him. He walks over and heals Bobby. Dean looks down at the rings in his hand.

Dean is driving. Cas is in the passenger seat. Jamie is in the backseat. "What are you gonna do now?" Dean asks.

"Return to Heaven, I suppose."

"Heaven?"

"With Michael in the Cage, I'm sure it's total anarchy up there."

Jamie smirks. "I bet. A bunch of angels just had their destinies changed."

"So, what, you're the new sheriff in town?"

"Yeah. I like that. Yeah. I suppose I am."

"Wow. God gives you a brand-new, shiny set of wings, and suddenly you're his bitch again."

"Dean. Come on."

"I don't know what God wants. I don't know if he'll even return. It just... seems like the right thing to do."

"Well, if you do see him, you tell him I'm coming for him next."

Castiel looks over at him. "You're angry."

"That's an understatement."

"He helped. Maybe even more than we realize."

"That's easy for you to say. He brought you back. But what about Sam? What about Jamie?" Jamie looks away. "What about me, huh? Where's my grand prize? All we got is our brother in a hole!"

"You got what you asked for, Dean. No paradise. No hell. Just more of the same. I mean it, Dean. What would you rather have? Peace or freedom?"

Castiel disappears.

"Well, you really suck at goodbyes, you know that?" He looks back at Jamie. She doesn't look at him.

Dean is standing in the junkyard with Bobby. Jamie has her arms around him tightly.

This is the last Dean will see of Bobby and I for a very long time. I might have vowed to follow Dean all over creation, and Dean might love me more than anything else besides Sam, but in truth we're very different people. So I'm going to go with Cas, and help him put heaven back together. And, for the record, at this point next week, Bobby will be hunting a rugaru outside of Dayton. But not Dean. Dean didn't want Cas to save him. Every part of him, every fiber he's got, wants to die, or find a way to bring Sam back. But he isn't gonna do either. Because he made a promise.

Dean is standing in front of Lisa's house. She answers the door. "Hey, Lisa."

"Oh, thank god. Are you all right?"

"Yeah. Uh, if it's not too late, I... think I'd like to take you up on that beer."

"It's never too late. It's okay. It's gonna be okay."

So, what's it all add up to? It's hard to say. But me, I'd say this was a test... for Sam and Dean and I. And I think we did all right. Up against good, evil, angels, devils, destiny, and God himself, we made our own choice. We chose family. And, well... isn't that kinda the whole point?

Jamie is standing on white beach in heaven, looking into the water. She's dressed similarly as before in a black skirt and cropped long sleeve black top, except her hair is blonde and she has an angel killing sword strapped to her thigh. She blinks and holds her hand out. Images appear in the water.

Dean stops Sam from entering a burning house.

Azazel points a gun at Dean and Jamie.

Sam and Jamie exorcises Meg.

Dean kills Zachariah.

Sam and Dean sit on the pavement.

Sam and Dean look at each other in the Impala.

Sam, Dean, Jamie, and Andrew stand over the hood of the Impala.

Sam, Jamie, and Dean stand as Adam's body burns on a hunter's funeral pyre.

Sam, Jamie, and Dean hug.

Sam, Jamie, and Dean sit on the Impala and watch the stars.

The images disappeared and Castiel walks up and stands beside Jamie. She turns and smirks. Lightning flashes and the shadow of two black wings appear behind her.