Sam, Jamie, Bobby and Dean are walking down an alley. Jamie has a hand on her stomach. "Jamie?" Sam looks at her.

Dean and Bobby stop and turn to her. "Okay, that's the 5th one in the last hour. I'm calling that labor. You're going home." Dean says.

Jamie gives him a look. "We have to get El." She rubs her stomach. "It's over. Just, just help me out of this jacket." Dean pulls her black canvas off. She's only wearing a green spaghetti strap top underneath. After a moment she shivers. "Okay, put it back on." Dean puts it back over her shoulders.

Dean looks at Bobby. "We got to get her home. Where is she?"

Bobby shrugs. "She said to meet her here. I'll try her again."

Jamie looks up. "She's hurt."

Bobby turns to her. "What?"

"I can feel it." She nods towards an alley. "That way." Bobby looks at her and then takes out his cellphone and dials. They hear Eleanor's phone ringing from nearby. It's on the ground next to a dumpster. They hurry to it and find Eleanor sitting on the ground against the dumpster. She is indeed hurt. Bobby kneels in front of her. Sam and Dean stand behind him, with Jamie between them.

"El?"

She opens her eyes. "Hey. I guess I could've used your help after all."

"Just be still."

"What happened?" Sam asks.

"They took me. I got away." She opens her coat. Her shirt is soaked with blood by her stomach.

Jamie puts her hand to her mouth. "Oh God."

Bobby looks distressed. "Oh, Ellie. What have they done to you?"

She chuckles. "Everything. The demon I could've handled, but when the angel stepped in, I –" She sighs. "I told him, Bobby. They have enough to crack Purgatory wide open."

"Tell me. I need to know."

"They need virgin blood. That's a milk-run for them. And they need the blood of a Purgatory native, and well, they've got plenty of that now."

Dean looks at her. "Have they opened it yet?"

She shakes her head. "Tomorrow. The moon - an eclipse. I'm sorry, Bobby."

"No, it's okay. It's okay."

"I'm sorry, really sorr-"

"Tell us where they are." Eleanor dies. "El?" Bobby closes her eyes. Castiel appears behind Sam, Jamie, and Dean.

"Castiel." Jamie says without turning around. Dean and Sam turn.

"I'm sorry this had to happen." Bobby stands up. "Crowley got carried away."

"Yeah, I bet it was all Crowley you son of a bitch!" He tries to go after Castiel but Sam and Dean restrain him and he steps back beside Jamie.

Jamie looks at him. "Castiel, how could you?"

"You don't even see it, do you? How totally off the rails you are!" Dean tells him.

"Enough! I don't care what you think. I've tried to make you understand. You won't listen. So let me make this simple. Please, go home and let me stop Raphael. I won't ask again."

Dean stiffens. "Well, good, 'cause I think you already know the answer."

Cas shakes his head. "I wish it hadn't come to this. Well rest assured, when this is all over, I will save Sam, but only if you stand down."

"Save Sam from what?"

"No! Cas, no!" Jamie goes for him, Dean grabs her. Castiel disappears. He reappears behind Sam and touches Sam's temple, breaking the wall in Sam's mind. Sam collapses unconscious. Jamie grabs her stomach and groans, hitting the ground. Bobby looks at Dean who falls to his knees between his siblings.

"Sam?"

"Sammy? Come on, snap out of it."

Sam is unconscious on the bed in the panic room. Jamie and Dean watch over him.

Play With Fire by The Rolling Stones plays on the radio. Sam is unconscious on the bed. Jamie is sitting down in the chair beside him with her eyes closed, her hands on either side of Sam's head. Dean paces with his arms crossed. Bobby walks in. "Anything?"

"No." Jamie says without opening her eyes.

Dean looks at him. "I can't just sit here, Bobby. I've got to help him."

"Dean."

"You know, dreamscape his noggin. Something."

"I thought that's what I was doing." Jamie mutters. Dean looks at her, but she has her eyes closed.

Bobby looks at Dean. "You know what Cas did. The dam inside your brother's head is gone, and all hell's spilling loose. We don't know what's going on inside."

"I don't care. We have got to do something!"

"And we will, but right now we got sixteen hours 'til they pop Purgatory. I'm down one man and my angel/demon specialist is about to pop. I can't afford to lose you too."

"Yeah, and how's that going, huh? We've got no line on Crowley. We got no line on Cas. Balthazar's MIA. Jamie is in labor! I mean, all we've got is Sam, going through whatever the hell this is!"

"Will you both shut up?" Jamie opens her eyes and then winces, grabbing her stomach.

Dean looks at her. "Jamie, are you okay?" He goes over and helps her stand up. "I got you." He holds her with one arm and rubs his fist against her back with the other. "Okay?"

She sucks her breath in. "No. I'm not okay." She looks at him. "I can't get in, Dean. I can't get in to find him."

"You know." Bobby turns a glass over and pours a drink. "This is exactly what Cas wants. For you to fall to pieces. Just try to think of what Sam would want." He holds out the drink. Dean pauses before taking it. "Sorry Jamie." He mutters.

Jamie waves it off, turning to Dean. "He's right. Cas thinks he knows you."

Dean takes a drink and sighs. "Find Cas, Bobby. Find him now."

Dean sits near Sam, a glass of whisky in his hand. "Dean."

"Look what the cat dragged in."

Jamie and Bobby are standing with Balthazar outside the door of the Panic Room. Dean gets up. Balthazar looks in on the room. "Well, at least you mudfish finally got the angel-proofing right." He points to Sam. "How's Sleeping Beauty? You didn't steal any kisses, I trust?"

"What the hell took you so long?" He walks up to Balthazar. Bobby stands a step behind Dean. "Jamie, try again to get into Sam's head." Jamie nods and goes into the panic room. She sits next to Sam.

"Honestly? I was having second thoughts." Balthazar tells him.

"About?"

"About whether to help you. I was thinking maybe... Maybe I should rip out your sticky bits instead."

"And what did you decide?" Bobby asks.

"Well... "He pulls out a piece of paper and hands it to Dean. "Cas and Crowley are there. That's where the show gets started."

Dean opens the paper and shows Bobby. On it is an address in Bootback, Kansas. "Alright, well give us a minute to pack up and then zap us there."

"Oh, no, no, no, no. I don't think so."

Dean looks up. "Balthazar."

"I'm betraying a friend here. A very powerful friend. We all are. So I think I've stuck my neck out far enough already. Good luck." He disappears.

Dean looks up and then turns around. "Jamie?"

Jamie has her hands on the side of Sam's head. Her eyes are squeezed shut. "The song remains the same." She opens her eyes. "I can't get in. Whatever is going on with Sammy…he's gonna have to go through it without our help." She grabs her stomach. "Ahh!" Her stomach moves with the contraction. She grabs the table and doubles over.

"Jamie." Dean grabs her and starts rubbing her back. She grabs unto him. "Shh. Okay." He rubs harder against her back with his fist. "Breath."

She gasps for breath. After a few moments she straightens back up. "They're getting too close together."

Bobby is packing some things, including a flask of holy water and two angel killing swords, in a bag. He takes the bag and starts to walk out. "Dean."

Jamie walks in wearing one of Dean's t-shirts and jeans. She's got a bag over her shoulder. Bobby and Dean look at her. "You're not going, Jamie." Dean tells her.

"Like hell." She shoots back.

"No. No way. You're in labor."

As if on cue she starts having another contraction. Dean watches her stomach move. Jamie sucks her breath in painfully."My water hasn't broken yet. This can wait." She gestures to her stomach. "I'll suck up the pain as long as I can." She says through gritted teeth.

Dean shakes his head. "No. That's final. You're staying here."

Jamie looks at Bobby. "You know better than to argue with him." Jamie glares and tosses her bag on the floor. Bobby sighs. "Time's up, Dean."

"Yeah, just a second." Dean is standing over Sam. He kneels next to him with a piece of paper. "Alright, this is where we're gonna be, Sam. You get your lazy ass out of bed and come and meet us. Sammy, please." He gets up, puts the paper down next to Sam with a gun on top of it, and goes to Jamie.

"I'll be back for you, okay?" He wraps his arms around her. She nods.

"Dean just get the job done. Don't worry about me." She tells him. He nods. She hands him her bag.

Not long after they leave, Sam starts convulsing. Jamie is sitting against the wall. She gets up and hurries over to her twin. "Sam?" She holds his shoulders down. "Sam!" She grabs his head and squeezes her eyes shut. "Sam?" She looks around. She's standing in Bobby's living room and it's dark. Sam is standing in front of her holding a knife. He slowly turns to see her.

"Jamie?" He falls towards her. She grabs unto him.

"Come on." She tells him. "We gotta go."

Jamie opens her eyes. Sam has stopped convulsing. He stares up at her. "Jamie?"

She closes her eyes, holding her stomach. "Ugh." She moans in reply, leaning against the bed.

"Jamie." Sam grabs her shoulders. "What?"

"My water broke." She tells him quietly. His eyes widen. "No. No. Sam. You have to go." She gestures with her fingers and the paper and the gun float in front of him. He picks them up. "Go help Dean and Bobby stop Cas."

"Jamie, you need help." He tells her.

Jamie laughs painfully, and winces as she gets another contraction. She grabs his arm and tears fall down her face. "No, You have to go, Sam. Raphael and Crowley have joined forces. Dean and Bobby need you. The world needs you." He stares at her. "I'll be fine. Go! Now."

Sam nods, getting out of bed. He hurries out. Jamie closes her eyes and cringes in pain. She walks forward, grabbing unto everything in reach. She makes it as far as the couch in the study.

As time goes on the pain only gets worse. Jamie rolls unto the floor and curls up, screaming in pain. "Castiel you son of a bitch! You son of a bitch, you promised you would protect us and look what you did to us!" She cries out. "God, I can't do this. I can't." Suddenly she sees two hazy figures. They take the forms of John and Mary. "Mom? Dad?" She asks in disbelief.

"Shh. Hang on, baby." Mary kneels down next to her and takes her hand.

"I've got you, Jamie." John kneels down on the other side of her and holds her shoulder.

She stares up at them, her vision growing blurry. "I'm dying." She mutters.