Dean and Sam are sitting in the Impala out in front of the Campbell compound. Dean sips a beer and looks over at Sam. "Does Jamie know that you're back?"

Sam smirks. "Doesn't Jamie know everything?"

Dean shakes his head. "No, I mean have you talked to her? At all, in the last year."

Sam takes a drink of his beer. "No. I couldn't get ahold of her. Why?"

"Because I haven't talked to her in months. Not since…" Dean cuts himself off and stares at his beer. "I just figured she was hunting and didn't want to be found."

Sam looks over at him. "I tried to track her down a few months ago, no leads." Dean looks up in concern. "None of the hunters I talked to had heard from her. Hunters from Maine to Arizona, nobody had seen a short blonde by the name of Jace Winchester. Bobby hadn't even heard from her."

Dean leans his head back against the seat. "Oh my god."

"Relax."

"Relax? Sam, our sister could be dead!"

"Maybe she's just with Cas. Maybe she's working out of the country. Who knows?" Sam takes another sip of his beer. "Castiel is like in charge of Heaven now, right? There's no way he'd let her stay dead. Besides, you and I would know it, wouldn't we? We could sense it or something."

Jamie takes her strawberry blonde hair down from the towel and brushes it out. It's grown back out to below her shoulders. She pulls it up into a ponytail. She's wearing a black long sleeve top, and a black skirt and combat boots with a utility belt that holds an angel sword and a knife. There's a cellphone on the sink and she stares at it, sighing deeply.

"Why don't you call them?"

She looks up into the mirror and sees Castiel standing behind her. "Cas…what are you doing here? Are you alright?"

"I'm fine." He stares at her. She turns around. "No. I'm not fine. Why don't you call them?"

"And interrupt Dean's normal life? Interrupt Sam's macho hunting spree with our dearly departed grandfather? I'll pass." She sighs again. "They'll ask questions, and what am I suppose to tell them? Dean will want to know why I haven't called, why I haven't gone to see him and Lisa and Ben. Sam will want to know why he couldn't track me down. I'm training your army, Cas, I've spent the last year with wings. I can't explain that." She puts the towel on the sink and walks over to him. He looks at her and stares into her eyes. She stares at him. "You've done things for which you should ashamed. Ask what you need of me."

"Prophetess…please. What do you see?"

"You ask too much from me. Far too much." She looks away and then turns back to him. "I see a great war, fought in heaven and on earth. Many fall to the sword. And you, Castiel, you lead them. But victory comes with much blood, and it's all on your hands."

"Thank you." He takes a step forward. They stare at each other, and then she leans in and kisses him. He kisses her back and grabs ahold of her. They back up against the wall and he continues to kiss her. She reaches down and takes off her belt. It clatters to the floor. Castiel takes off his trenchcoat and loosens his tie, pulling it off his head. Jamie takes off her shirt. There are black markings burned into her back at her shoulder blades. She grabs Cas's belt and undoes it. His pants fall to the floor. He hitches up her skirt. She wraps her legs around his waist. He carries her over to the bed and lays her down.

"You're getting good at this." She smirks and kisses him.

"You taught me well." He whispers, kissing her back. He reaches up and curls his fingers around hers.

Dean is seated at a table in their hotel room, looking through papers. Sam is at the other end, working on his laptop. "Sweet. Blood, boils, locusts." Dean looks up towards Sam.

"Three of your more popular Egyptian plagues."

Dean picks up a jar containing the locusts. "Yeah, but these guys... ate their way out of a cop's melon. I don't quite remember that in the King James. I wish Jamie was here, she'd be able to make head and tail of this."

"Yeah, me too. Meanwhile, a kid named Christopher Birch was shot in the head last month after a vehicle pursuit. Hatch, Gray, and Colfax were the three officers involved, and they all filed the exact same police report."

Dean reads from the report. "Suspect exited vehicle brandishing a firearm. We were forced to fire."

"Just a kid with no face and a planted gun."

"Bunch of dicks. So they pop the kid, plant the piece."

Sam shrugs. "Maybe Colfax is right. You know, maybe heaven has a hate-on for bad cops."

Dean gets up to get a beer. "So we're listening to the guy with the bug in his custard? That's - that's the, uh, the theory you want to go with?"

"Dean, angels got to have something to do, right, now that we're post-Apocalypse?"

Dean opens a beer. "Like I said, Jamie would be able to map this stuff out better then we can. We should call Cas."

"You're kidding, right?" He scoffs. "Dean, I tried. It was the first and second and third thing I did, soon as I got topside. Son of a bitch won't answer the phone."

Dean sits down on the bed. "Well, let's give it a shot. Besides, he's the only one who'll be able to find Jamie. Now I lay me down to sleep. I pray to Castiel to get his feathery ass down here."

"You're an idiot."

"Stay positive."

"Oh, I am positive."

"Come on, Cas! Don't be a dick. We got ourselves a... plague-like situation down here, and we need you to find Jamie... do you...do you copy?"

"Like I said..." He clears his throat. "Son of a bitch doesn't answer" Castiel appears behind him. Dean gives him a look. "- he's right behind me, isn't he?"

"Hello."

"Hello?"

"Y-yes."

He imitates Cas "Hello." He looks at Dean. "Hello"?

"Uh, that is still the term?"

"I spent all that time trying to get through to you. Dean calls once, and now it's" He is imitating Castiel again. "Hello"?!

"Yes."

"So, what, you - you like him better or something?" Sam scoffs.

"Dean and I do share a more profound bond." Dean gives him a look. "I wasn't gonna mention it."

Dean sighs. "Cas, I think what he's trying to say is that... he went to Hell for us. I mean, he really took one for the team. You remember that? And then he comes back without a clue, and you can't take five friggin' minutes to give him some answers?"

"If I had any answers, I might have responded. But I don't know, Sam. We have no idea who brought you back from the cage... or why." Castiel tells them.

"So... it wasn't God?" Sam asks.

"No one's even seen God. The whole thing remains mysterious."

"What the hell does that mean?"

Cas is starting to get annoyed. "What part of "I don't know" escapes your understanding?"

"Cas, look, if Sam calls, you answer. Okay? You wing your ass down here, and you tell him, "I don't know." Just because we have some sort of a - a bond or whatever..."

"You think I came because you called? I came because of this." He walks to table where Dean's research is spread out.

"Oh, well, it's nice to know what matters."

"It does help one to focus." The angel replies, looking through the papers.

Dean gets up. "So, next order of business. Where the hell is our sister?"

"Yeah." Castiel doesn't look up. Instead he snaps his fingers. Jamie appears. "Where the hell have you been?" Sam asks, turning to see Jamie.

Jamie shrugs. "You don't want to know."

Dean gives her a look. "Jamie."

Castiel finally looks up. "She's been with me. I needed her help."

Jamie crosses her arms and glares at Castiel before looking away. "I'm sorry I haven't cropped up. I couldn't."

Sam gestures to her belt. "What's with the angel killing sword?

Jamie looks down at her belt. She takes it off and tosses it aside. "Don't ask."

Dean and Sam stare at her for a moment and then both move in to hug her. She hugs them back. Castiel clears his throat. "I don't have a lot of time here."

Sam turns to Cas. "Wait, so - so you and the Halo Patrol, you guys aren't the cause of these killings?"

Castiel shakes his head. "No. But they were committed with one of our weapons. There's only one thing that could have brought this into existence. You call it the Staff of Moses."

"The Staff of Moses is loose on earth?" Jamie goes over to the table and looks through Dean's research.

"The Staff?" Sam asks.

Castiel picks up the jar of locusts. "It was used in a dominance display against the Egyptians, as I recall."

Dean scoffs. "Yeah. That one made the papers."

"B-but I thought the Staff turned, like, a - a river into blood, not one dude."

Jamie looks up. "The staff isn't being used at full capacity."

Castiel nods. "And I think we can rule Moses out as a suspect."

"Okay, but... what is - what is Chuck Heston's disco stick doing down here, anyway? I mean, don't you guys put away your toys?"

"Before the apocalypse, Heaven may have been corrupt, but it was stable. The staff was safely contained." Cas sighs. "It's been chaos up there since the war ended. In that confusion, a number of... powerful weapons were... stolen." Jamie and Castiel share a look. Jamie looks back down to the piece of paper she's reading.

"Wait, you - you're saying your nukes are loose?"

Jamie looks at Dean. "That's exactly what he's saying. And if Heaven doesn't get the staff back, we're all screwed. "

Cas indicates the jaw of locust. "We need your help."

Sam scoffs. "That's rich. Really."

Castiel grunts, and tosses the jar of locusts at Sam. "Sam, Dean, my "people skills" are "rusty." He uses air quotes. "Pardon me, but I have spent the last "year" as a multidimensional wavelength of celestial intent. But believe me, you do not want that weapon down here. Help me find it. Or more people will die."

Jamie scoffs, crossing her arms. She smirks at Cas. Dean looks at his sister. "All right. Okay. Well, if the angels didn't pull the trigger, then that brings us back to motive."

"What?" Cas looks at Jamie.

"They're talking about the case."

"Right now, we got three dead cops. Only thing linking them... is this." Dean hands Sam a newspaper clipping. "Father of slain suspect calls for investigation."

Newspaper clippings are strewn on a coffee table in a dimly lit living room. There's a man intently reading a tabloid with a front cover story entitled, "POLICE OFFICER DIES AT PRECINCT." A door slams, someone walks into the house. "Come on, dad. How many times are you gonna read that thing? You know what? We should just throw it away."

He father mumbles, not looking up from the newspaper. "Go out back and play."

The boy leaves, the father begins to cut the story out of the paper. Sam, Dean, Jamie, and Castiel suddenly appear in the living room. "Oh, Cas, a little warning next time." Dean says. He and Sam are dressed in their hunting clothes, and Jamie is still wearing a skirt.

"What the... how'd you get in here?!" The father, Darryl, asks, standing up quickly and obviously startled.

"Mr. Birch, settle down." Sam shows him his FBI badge. "Federal agents."

"But you can't just walk in here!" He protests.

Sam looks down at the table. "Quite a collection you've got there, huh?" He says, indicating the clippings.

"What are you trying to –"

"Look, we know the truth, all right? Chris didn't have a gun on him when those cops shot him. They set him up."

"Yeah. They're all getting theirs."

"And who's giving it to them, Darryl?" Sam asks, accusingly. Darryl looks down.

Dean looks at him. "Darryl? Did you kill Toby Gray and the others?" He asks, calmly.

"Me?! I didn't kill anyone! Look at how they died!"

Jamie has been standing behind Cas and her brothers, with her eyes closed. "It's here." She mutters, opening her eyes. She moves away from them and looks around.

"You smote them with the Staff of Moses!" Castiel says gruffly.

"The hell kind of Fed are you?" Darryl asks in disbelief.

"We don't have time for this." Cas looks between Sam and Dean and then steps up to Darryl. "Jamie, where is it?" he asks, over his shoulder.

"There." She points.

They all turn to see the boy, Aaron, brandishing part of the Staff as if it were a gun. "Leave my dad alone!"

"That's the staff." Jamie says, indicating the chunk of wood in Aaron's hands.

"Shouldn't it be bigger?" Sam asks.

Castiel stares at it. "Yes. It's - it's been sawed off."

"Leave him alone! It wasn't him!"

"Aaron, get out of here!" Castiel presses two fingers to Darryl's forehead, he falls back onto the sofa, unconscious.

"What did you do to him?" Aaron asks, frightened.

"It's all right. He's just sleeping." Dean tells him. He points the staff at Dean.

"No!" Jamie waves her hand and staff flies into her hands. She hands it to Castiel. Aaron starts trembling in fear.

"Jamie, take it easy!" Dean tells her. He walks towards Aaron. "Listen, we're not here to hurt you, okay? But we need to know... where did you get this thing?"

Aaron walks backward out of the room as the Winchesters and Cas move closer. "Please don't kill my dad. It was me. I did it."

"Okay, nobody's killing anybody. What's your name?"

"Aaron. Aaron Birch."

"Okay, Aaron Birch, where did you get this?" Dean asks, pointing to the staff.

"You won't believe me."

"I believe you." Jamie says quietly.

"It was an angel." He says after a moment.

"An angel?" Dean looks at his sister. Jamie and Castiel share a look.

"Those liars, they killed my brother, and nothing bad even happened to them. It's not fair. So I prayed to God every night he would punish them. God didn't answer. But he did."

Castiel steps forward. "His name - did he give you a name?"

"No. He just said I could have justice, but I was gonna have to take it myself. He... he gave me the stick."

Castiel turns to Jamie. Jamie shakes her head. "I can't see him."

Dean shakes his head. "He just... gave it to you? Ah, come on. He didn't just give it to you, did he, Aaron?"

"I bought it." He confesses.

"You bought it?" Sam chuckles. "With what? What's your allowance?"

Dean stares at the boy. "What did the Angel want for it? What did you give him for it?"

Jamie's eyes widen. "His soul." Aaron looks over at her, and nods.

Sam looks at Cas and then back to Aaron. "You sold your soul to an Angel?

Dean turns to Cas. "Can that even happen?"

Castiel looks distressed. "It's never happened before. An Angel's buying souls. That could explain why he cut the staff into pieces."

"Why?" Sam asks.

"More pieces, more product."

"More "product"? Who is this guy?"

"I don't know but we'll find him." Cas presses his fingers to Aaron's forehead; he falls unconscious.

"What did you do that for?" Dean demands.

"Portability." A second later they're all standing in the hotel room. Cas places a still-unconscious Aaron on the bed.

Dean looks around. "Cas, you realize you just kidnapped a kid?"

"Relax, Dean." Jamie walks over to Cas and sits down on the bed beside Aaron.

"If the angel we seek truly bought this boy's soul, we'll know." Cas tells them.

Jamie nods. "When a claim is laid on a living soul, it leaves a mark, a brand."

Sam scoofs. "What, like a - like a shirt tag at camp?"

Jamie smirks. Castiel looks at him. "I have no idea. But I can read the mark and find the name of the angel that bought the soul."

Dean looks at him. "How?"

"Well, painfully for him. The reading will be excruciating." Cas starts rolling up his sleeve.

Dean's eyes widen and he steps forward. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold on. Jamie, why can't you just use your psychic thing?"

Jamie looks up. "Because whoever it is, he's blinding my sight. I have my suspicions, but no true answer."

"Dean. This is the only way." Cas says firmly.

"He's a kid, Cas. A ki- Sam?"

Sam is standing back, his arms crossed. He looks at Cas. "Any permanent damage?"

"What?!"

"Physically, minimal."

"Oh, well, yeah, then by all means, stick your arm right in there."

"Dean! If I get the name, Jamie and I can work a ritual to track the angel down."

"And I'm all for that. But come on."

"Dean, there is no other way."

"You're gonna torture a kid?"

"I can't care about that, Dean! I don't have the luxury."

Jamie sighs. "I'll try to help, Dean. It will be alright." She moves around to the head of the bed, opposite of Cas. She closes her eyes and puts her hands on either side of his head. Castiel pushes his hand into Aaron's chest. He screams. Dean advances. Sam holds him back. They watch as Aaron screams and his body lights up from the inside. Jamie cries out, her body tensing. Aaron stops screaming and falls unconscious when Castiel withdraws his hand. Jamie opens her eyes, breathing quickly.

"Jamie?" Sam asks.

Jamie continues to gasp for breath. Dean starts toward her. She holds her hand up. "I…I'm alright."

Castiel helps her up. He looks at Dean. "He'll rest now."

"Did you get a name? What is it?" Sam asks.

Castiel has a far away look in his eyes. "I thought he died in the war."

"What, he - he was a - he was a friend or something?"

Cas looks at Jamie and sighs. "A good friend." Jamie nods.

Dean shrugs. "Yeah, well, your frat buddy is now moonlighting as a crossroads demon."

Cas looks down. "Balthazar. I wonder..."

"So we can find him now, right?"

"Cas!" Jamie whirls around and stands in front of Castiel. An angel appears.

"Balthazar. Thanks, Castiel. We'll make good use of the name." The Angel advances towards Cas with an angel-killing sword. Jamie holds her hand out, her own angel killing sword flying into her hand. She blocks the sword with her own. Sam and Dean jump back. "Prophetess. So the rumors are true." Lightning flashes, revealing black wings spread across Jamie's back. Dean and Sam's jaws drop. Jamie grits her teeth and shoves the angel back. "And by the way, Raphael says hello."

Jamie jolts out of the way of the Angel's sword, and throws hers to Castiel, rushing back to stand in front of Sam and Dean. The Angel and Castiel charge at each other and Castiel shoves him back, but he grabs Castiel's sword. He charges with both and Castiel grabs his arms. Jamie squeezes her fingers into a fist, and the swords clatter unto the floor. Castiel and the Angel grapple each other and jump through the window, falling several stories onto a car parked on the street. Jamie, Sam and Dean look at each other and then rush to look out the window. The Angel disappears, leaving Castiel standing next to the destroyed vehicle.

"Cas!" Jamie calls.

"My car." Sam says sadly.

Dean looks at him. "Okay. Silver lining."

Castiel appears back in the room. "He's gone."

"Alright, who was that guy?" Sam asks.

Dean turns to their sister. "And Jamie, what the hell are you?"

Jamie gives Dean a look, walking over and picking up the angel killing swords.

"That was a soldier of Raphael." Castiel and Jamie turn to each other and then start going through cupboards.

"He must have followed you when you answered their call." Jamie says to Cas.

He nods. "Unforunately."

Sam stares at Cas and Jamie. "Raphael? The archangel? I'm sorry, what's going on here?"

"Jamie!" Dean demands.

Castiel gets a bowl from a cupboard. Jamie looks up at Sam and Dean, and then over to Castiel. "I can explain later. Right now we have to –"

Dean stops Castiel with his hand. "No, not later. Now. Stop, all right? Too many angels, Cas! I don't know who's on first, what's on second. "

"What is "second"?!"

"Don't start that."

Sam whirls around to his twin. "And what the hell, Jamie?"

"I…" She lets her arms fall limp to her sides and looks at Castiel for help.

Castiel steps back and looks at the brothers. "It is simple: Raphael and his followers, they want him to rule Heaven. I - and many others - the last thing we want is to let him take over. It would be catastrophic."

Jamie walks over to Cas. "It's a civil war in heaven. I am…training Castiel's army. But in order to be in heaven, you have to either be dead or an angel. And I wasn't fond of the dead part."

"So we gave her her own wings. Temporarily."

Dean looks confused and angry. "How the hell did you do that?"

Jamie shrugs. "We ripped the grace out of one of Raphael's soldiers and put it in me."

Dean and Sam are both speechless. Jamie and Castiel go over to the bed. "The point is, we have to find Balthazar and his weapons before Raphael does. Whoever has the weapons wins the war." He pulls Sam's weapons bag from under his bed. Jamie goes through it.

"Help yourself." Sam mutters.

"And what happens if Raphael wins? What - what does he want?" Dean asks.

Jamie looks towards her brother. "Guess." She hands Cas a flask of holy water from Sam's bag.

"What he's always wanted - to end the story the way it was written." Cas explains.

"You mean the Apocalypse, the one that we derailed?"

"Yes. That one."

Jamie nods. "Raphael wants to put it back on the rails."

Dean stands there with his mouth open. "Why?"

Jamie looks at Cas. "We need Myrrh."

"Myrrh?" Sam asks.

Castiel is no longer standing by the bed. "Freakin' angels." Dean remarks.

"Hey." Jamie says looking at him. He shrugs.

Castiel reappears behind Dean. He is drawing on the kitchen table with chalk.

"Why does Raphael want to bring back all this crap?" Dean asks.

"Because he's a traditionalist." Jamie tells him, walking over to help Cas.

"What does that mean?" Sam asks.

Jamie looks up from the table. "It means Raphael will stop at nothing to accomplish this. He believes this is the only way the story ends."

Dean looks at Cas. "Why didn't you tell us this?"

"I was ashamed. I expected more from my brothers. I'm sorry."

Jamie looks around. "You need blood."

"I need your blood." Cas grabs Dean's wrist and slices his palm.

"Whoa, whoa! Hey! Ahh! Why don't you use your own? Or Jamie's?"

"It wouldn't work. I'm not human, and for the meantime neither is she." Dean squeezes his hand shut. Blood drips into the bowl. Castiel and Jamie add myrrh and holy water and intone. Smoke rises from the bowl. Cas and Jamie shut their eyes.

Sirens sound. Sam looks towards them. "Uh, Cas, Jamie, how long does this spell take?" The sirens start to get louder.

Jamie opens her eyes. "That's it."

Castiel nods. "We got him. Let's go."

Dean stops them. "Whoa, whoa, whoa. What about him?"

Aaron is still lying on the bed, unconscious. "Don't you think the police will take him home?" Castiel asks.

The Winchesters and Castiel appear at a large mansion at night. There are crickets chirping. Dean stares. "Huh. I was expecting more Dr. No, less Liberace." They advance on the mansion.

"I'll go this way, you three go that way." Cas points.

Dean, Sam, and Jamie walk down another hallway. "So. You're what, heaven's general?" Dean asks, turning to his sister.

Jamie shakes her head. "No. Castiel's."

Sam scoffs. "Castiel has a general."

Jamie nods. "A lot of things have changed."

Dean gives her a look. "So…you have all the angel powers?"

Jamie smirks. "No. I can't…pop in and out, I can't heal, I mean I can heal myself, but I can't heal anyone else. I am stronger though. For the time being."

"How long is the time being?" Sam asks.

Jamie stops. "Until Cas rips the grace back out of me."

"This is nuts."

"No, this is war Dean. A war I'm not sure we can win." Thunder crashes, startling Sam, Dean, and Jamie. "Raphael."

Sam looks around. "Uh Jamie…do sigils work on you?"

Dean looks at Jamie. She hesitates. "Come on."

An Angel armed with an angel-killing sword is patrolling the grounds. "Hey, there." Sam produces an angel-killing sword. "Yeah, I got one of those, too."

The angel appears behind Sam, holding the knife to his throat. "You think you can knife-fight an Angel?"

Jamie comes out holding up her angel-killing sword. "Do you?"

Angel grins. "Prophetess. This fight just got interesting."

Dean appears. "Who's fighting? Peace out, douchewad." He slaps an angel-banishing sigil painted on the side of the house. Jamie puts her hand over her eyes. The Angel disappears. Jamie breaths deeply and looks around. Thunder crashes again. Another angel appears and grabs Jamie before disappearing again.

"Jamie!" Dean yells.

Inside Balthazar's mansion Castiel is confronting the angel whose holding Jamie, with his angel-killing sword at her throat. "You're making a mistake. Please. There is another way. Brother, please. I don't want to hurt you. Let her go." The angel holds the knife tighter against Jamie's throat. Castiel throws his knife into the angel's chest. The angel screams and vacates the body. Jamie pulls away, coughing. "Why won't any of you listen?" Cas is grabbed from behind.

"Cas!" Jamie yells, standing up.

"They don't listen, Castiel, because their hearts are mine." Raphael grabs Castiel by the collar and throws him back against a set of double doors that fall open. Jamie rushes towards him with her angel killing sword, but Raphael grabs her by the back of the shirt. "Prophetess, your wings are mine." Raphael reaches into Jamie's chest and rips out the grace. She screams. Castiel starts to get up.

"Jamie!" Jamie falls to the ground unconscious. Raphael appears next to Castiel and kicks him while he's down, then pulls him up to punch him several times. Cas falls half-way down the grand staircase. Raphael kicks him to the bottom and teleports there to punch Castiel again.

He raises an angel killing sword. "Somehow, I don't think God will be bringing you back this time."

"Hey! Look at my junk." Balthazar holds up a glowing crystal.

"No." Raphael turns to salt from head to toe. The salt clatters to the floor.

Balthazar chuckles. "Same thing happened to Lot's wife. Iodize the poor sucker, and your kitchen is stocked for life." He laughs. Jamie falls down the stairs and coughs. Castiel goes over and helps her stand up down. Blood is pouring out of her mouth. She pushes him away, leaning against the wall. "She'll be fine. Human, but fine."

Castiel turns to him. "You came back."

"Well, now Raphael will have to go shopping for a new vessel. Should give me a nice long head start on him. Until next time."

"Next time."

"No time like the present." Dean flicks a lighter and drops it on a circle of holy oil that surrounds Balthazar.

"Holy fire. You hairless ape! Release me!"

"First you're taking your marker off of Aaron Birch's soul!" Dean tells him.

"Am I?!"

"Sam?!" Dean yells. Sam walks out. Jamie watches the scene unfold.

"Unless you like your wings extra crispy –" Sam uncorks a bottle of holy oil. "- I'd think about it."

"Castiel, I stood for you in Heaven. Are you gonna let –"

"I believe... the hairless ape has the floor."

Balthazar laughs. "Very well." He inhales, touches his clasped his hands to his forehead, exhales. "The boy's debt is cleared. His soul is his own."

Dean steps forward. "Why you buying up human souls, anyway?"

"In this economy? It's probably the only thing worth buying. Do you have any idea what souls are worth? What power they hold? Now... release me."

"Suck it, ass clown. Nobody said anything –" Jamie pushes off from the wall and staggers over to Dean and Castiel. He looks at her and then he lowers his hand, lowering the flames. "Cas, what the hell?" Dean asks.

"My debt to you is cleared." Cas tells Balthazar.

"Fair enough." Balthazar disappears.

"Cas, are you out of your mind?!" Castiel disappears. "Cas?! Oh, friggin' angels! Come on!" Jamie faints unto the floor. Dean and Sam rush to her.

Dean is rearranging weapons in the trunk of the Impala. "Yeah, well I didn't realize I had this much stuff back here." He says to Sam, whose holding his weapon's bag.

"Well, I need some space. Kind of picked up some stuff along the way."

Jamie walks up, she's wearing jeans and her leather jacket and holding her bag over her shoulder. "Yeah you can say that again." She pulls out her gun and ammunition from the trunk and puts it into her utility belt. Dean closes the false bottom on the weapons cache. Sam places his duffle bag on top. He notices a mask there and pulls it out. "Woah."

"What the hell is that?" Sam asks Dean.

Dean looks at it. "Oh, it's, uh, Ben's Halloween costume."

"Wendigo?" Sam asks.

"Yeah."

"Accurate." Sam says approvingly.

Jamie laughs, looking at it before putting it back. Dean closes the trunk. The siblings have a conversation leaning over the roof of the Impala.

"Hey, so, uh... are you okay, Jamie." Dean asks.

"Helluva headache, but yeah. I'm fine."

Sam looks at her. "You sure. I mean, Raphael did toast your wings."

She shrugs. "Well the world is moving a little slower for sure, but I'm alright with it."

Dean puts his hand on her neck and pulls her in for a hug. "Hmm. What about you, Sam?"

"Me?" He chuckles. "Yeah, I'm great."

Dean doesn't look amused. "Really? 'Cause there's been a few times that you got me wondering."

"Come again?"

Jamie turns to him. "The motel room."

Dean nods. "Well, like where were you when Cas was, uh, giving the Holy Taser treatment to that kid?"

"I was right there."

"Really? 'Cause honestly, I felt like I was the only one raising a card."

Sam gestures to their sister. "Well Jamie…"

"Was angel cake at the time." Dean says, cutting him off.

"Hey! Come on."

"Right. Uh, I mean, I was with you, but...I don't know. W-we needed the intel." Sam tries to explain.

"Yeah, I know, but we tortured that kid to get it." Jamie looks down. Sam sighs. "I just didn't get the feeling that you - that you even cared."

Sam looks up at him. "Y- you're wrong."

"Hey man, I'm just trying to figure this out because..."

Jamie cuts off Dean. "Because something's different with you, Sam. We both see it, and you know it."

Sam nods. "Yeah. Yeah, I know."

"Really?"

"Yeah. I mean... I've been hunting non-stop for the past year, kind of... kind of on the wild, you know? So, yeah, I suppose I'm a little rough around the edges."

Dean and Jamie share a look. "Hmm."

Dean looks back at Sam. "Yeah, I get that. I just don't think I'm getting the whole scoop. You went to hell, Sam. And believe me, I know what that does to a guy." Jamie moves closer to Dean. He puts his arm around her shoulders.

"To you." Sam says with a bit of a smirk.

"What?" Dean asks.

"You know what it does to you. It - it tortured you. You know? I think it still does. But, Dean... I'm okay."

"So you're saying, what, that - that you're stronger than me?"

Sam chuckles. "No. Just saying we're different." He pauses, slaps the roof of the Impala and gets inside. "See ya around, Jamie."

Dean ponders, then he and Jamie walk away. "You know, I knew Sam was back this whole time." Jamie says quietly, kicking a rock.

"Yeah. I'm not mad, Jace." He says quietly. She looks up at the nickname. "Cas coming to pick you up?" He asks as they walk.

Jamie chuckles. "He better be. My wheels are in Bobby's junk yard, if that truck hasn't rusted all to hell in the last year."

Dean grins. "I'm surprised that piece of junk has lasted this long."

Jamie continues to laugh. "Gets the job done."

Dean stops and looks at her. "I've missed you, you know. I think there was a month where I tried to call you-"

"5 times a day?" She says with a grin. "Yeah, Heaven gets pretty crappy cellphone reception."

"You should have just…popped in."

"On your normal life? It's not my thing, Dean."

He looks away. "It wasn't mine either."

She frowns. "You weren't happy?"

"I tried to be. But you and Sam…"

She nods understanding. "Yeah."

Dean finally looks up and smirks. "You gonna look for something to gank?"

She smirks. "Yeah, I'm a little rusty at hunting monsters, besides I'm sure there's a wendigo that doesn't ride in your trunk."

She and Dean laugh again. "Well, you always know where to find us."

"Yeah. I'm sure I'll be seeing you soon."

Dean nods. They hug and then Dean walks back to the car and gets in. Jamie stands there and watches them leave.