"I'm dying." Jamie mutters. "That's why you're here."
"No. You're going to fight this, Jamie." John tells her. "You're strong."
"You can do this, baby. It's alright." Mary brushes her hand over Jamie's cheek. "Your son needs you." Jamie cries out in pain again. She's sweating. A contraction rips through her body and she convulses. "John." Mary whispers.
"Jamie. Keep your eyes open, honey." John squeezes her shoulders. Mary moves Jamie into her lap. John moves down and puts his hands on her stomach. She moans as he feels her stomach."He's dropped, but his head isn't down." He looks up at Mary in concern.
"He's breech?" Jamie asks. John nods. She sobs from the pain, opening her eyes and looking at her father. "What…what can you do?"
John stares down at his daughter for a moment. "I'm going to make sure you're both fine."
She nods. "Yes, sir. Mom?" She stares up at Mary, who continues to stroke her cheek. "Mom, I want Dean."
"Shh…I know." Jamie gasps out loud.
Bobby and Dean walk into the house just then, both supporting Sam who's unconscious. Dean stops short seeing John and Mary. "What the hell?" He asks. Bobby stops.
"Dean. Bobby." John looks up. He quickly gets up.
"Sam." Mary says sadly, seeing her younger son unconscious.
Dean pulls out his gun. "Get the hell away from my sister."
"Dean." Jamie moans in pain, grabbing unto Mary. "Dean, it's them." She gasps out in pain, squeezing her eyes shut. Mary holds unto her daughter. "Mom." She cries.
"Jamie." Dean stares at his sister. "Oh god." He turns his gaze to the figure of his father.
John holds Dean's gaze for a moment. "She's doesn't have much time, son. If we don't get this baby out, they're both going to die. Either come over here and help me, or leave."
"Okay." Bobby turns his attention to Dean. "I'll take Sam down to the panic room. You help your sister."
"Sam." Mary says again, softly this time, as Bobby drags him past her. Dean walks over still a little apprehensive and kneels down at Jamie's side. "Hi son." Mary says softly to Dean.
"Hi Mom." He tries to smile at her and then turns to John. "We should get her get upstairs into bed."
"No." Jamie groans. "It's too hot upstairs. Get me up." She whines. Mary and Dean grab her hands and pull her up. She shakes. "Get this off me." She grits her teeth in pain, trying to shrug out of Dean's jacket. Dean helps her out of her jacket. She has another contraction and falls forward. Dean holds her and starts rubbing her back. "Uh! Okay, I want the bed."
"Okay, upstairs we go."
"No. Downstairs. The panic room."
"We just put Sam in the panic room."
"What's wrong with S-oh oh oh." She buries her face in Dean's shoulder and cries. Dean shoves his fist against her back.
"Bring er down. I got a spare cot around here somewhere!" Bobby yells.
"I got her, Dean. You get a stack of towels, a bottle of whiskey, and the med kit." John scoops his daughter into his arms and carries her down to the basement.
"Here, let me carry those." Mary takes the towels from Dean as he rushes to the kitchen for the whiskey. He grabs the med kit on his way to the basement.
In the panic room John lies Jamie down on a mattress on the floor. Sam is still unconscious in the other cot. Bobby takes the towels from Mary. "Pleasure to finally meet you, ma'am." Mary smiles, just as Jamie convulses. "Jamie? Aww damn. I was hoping this would go smoothly for you." Bobby tells her holding her till she stops shaking. He moves out of the way so Dean can take over.
"Dean." Jamie groans, reaching for the hem of her…well Dean's, shirt.
Dean holds unto his sister and pulls the shirt off her, leaving her in just a maternity tank top. He pulls off her boots and moves on to her jeans. He stops and looks at her. "Maybe Mom should…"
"I'm about to give birth in front of you, Dad, and Bobby." She shoots back, and he is relived that she's still acting like herself. "Just get this off me."
"Are you wearing my boxers?" He asks, grabbing the sheet and throwing it over her lap once he has her jeans off.
"Y-AHH!" She grabs his hands and cries out in pain. "Ow. Ow. God Damnit!" Fresh tears spill down her face.
"Okay. Okay. Wow, Sam's really unconscious." Dean says, glancing over at his brother as he holds his sister.
"Oh! Oh god, he's coming."
"Okay, out of the way, boy." John pushes Dean to one side, and kneels down in front of Jamie. "Ah. Damnit. I was hoping he'd turn with that last contraction." John curses and then looks up at Dean and Jamie. "She's gonna deliver breech."
"Is that safe?" Dean whispers. John looks at him. After a moment Dean nods. "What should I do?"
"Get behind Jamie and hold her up." Dean stands behind his sister and loops his arms underneath hers. Bobby pours whiskey over John's hands. "Jamie, I need you to push, baby."
"I'm exhausted Dad, I don't know if I can." Mary uses one of the towels to wipe the sweat coating Jamie's face and neck.
"Listen to me, girl, you have to do this." Jamie moans in discomfort, not able to hold her father's gaze. "Hey! Look at me, Jamie. You have to do this."
"Yes sir." Jamie replies. She glances over at Bobby. Bobby follows her eyes and picks up the whiskey bottle. Jamie coughs down the alcohol. "Oh god." She grabs unto the side of the bed. "Oh god!"
"Push, baby." Mary tells her, wiping her face again. She grabs unto one knee and motions for Bobby to hold the other.
Dean holds her tightly from behind, rubbing her ribs. She collapses against him, her sight blurry from the pain. "I've got ya, Jamie. I've got ya and I'm never going to let you go."
"Dean?"
"Yeah?"
"Dean, promise me you'll protect him." More tears cascade down her face as she looks up at her brother, her eyes glazed over.
"Hey, you're gonna be fine." Dean leaned in and kissed his sister's forehead. "You're gonna be alright."
"John?" Bobby questions looking at the dead hunter. Jamie cries out in pain with the next contraction.
"He's coming. Jamie keep pushing, I've almost got him." Jamie screamed, her knuckles white with the grip she had on the frame of the bed. Around them various objects levitate, Bobby whirled around and raised an eyebrow. Suddenly everything fell back down with a crash.
"Dad?" Blood and fluid gushed everywhere coating John's arms. Dean looked down at Jamie and saw she was turning deathly pale. "Jamie? Dad, she's losing way too much blood."
"Yeah, I know." Came John's response. "Jamie, I need one last push." He stared up at his daughter and she swallowed, raising her head up weakly. Dean held her, his face twisted with worry.
"It's going to be alright, son. Look." Mary told him. A white light suddenly appeared below them. His father was pulling something out. White light radiated around his hands as he did so, and Dean realized wherever the light touched it healed Jamie. Within a second most of the bleeding had disappeared.
"My god." Bobby muttered, watching.
"He's here." John said, pulling the baby all the way out. Bobby handed him a suction bulb, and almost immediately the baby began to cry. "He's fine, Jamie."
"Mark." Jamie whispers, holding her arms out, weakly. Mary reached over and grabbed one of the towels, handing it to John. The old hunter wrapped the baby in it and handed him to Jamie. Dean cradled his sister's arms in his own, looking down at the child still radiating with light. As it began to fade it revealed one of the most beautiful babies he'd ever seen. His eyes were a deep sapphire blue, like Castiel's vessel, and his hair was dark and thick. Though, Dean swore the kid had his nose. Jamie smiled weakly. "Marcus." She looked up at her father and Bobby. "Marcus Robert John Winchester." She glances over her shoulder at Dean, who nods approvingly. Jamie bent forward and kissed his forehead. "Dean, take him." She whispered, pulling back. Her eyes were glassy and hallow.
"Jamie?" He gently plucked the baby from her arms, only to have her pass out into John's arms. "Jamie!" Bobby moved her back unto the bed.
"She'll be alright, Dean. She just needs to rest." His mother reassured him.
"Ahh, good thing that kid is half angel, he healed her. She's not bleeding anymore." His father said, cleaning his hands. "She's fine, Dean. Just exhausted." John threw a blanket over his daughter.
Dean was standing in the middle of the room with his mother beside him, both of them looking at the baby in his arms. "He's so beautiful, Mom." He looks up at his mother. "Mark." He whispers the name Jamie had given him. Mary nods, and then crosses the room to where Sam is still unconscious.
"Hey Mark." John said, walking over to them. He bent over to look at the baby. "He looks like you." He glanced up at his eldest son. Dean nodded. "And he needs you."
"He's got that deadbeat angel's eyes." Bobby commented gruffly from across the room where he was checking on Sam. Mary and John looked at each other, but said nothing. "Anyway, now that Jamie and her kid are alright, you mind telling me how the hell you two are standing here?"
"God sent us." John said after a moment.
"I'm sorry, what?" Dean asked, staring at his parents in disbelief.
"Not every day does a prophet give birth to a half angel. God sent us down to make sure Jamie and her baby were safe." Mary explained. "But unfortunately, this…these forms…they're only temporary."
Dean and Bobby looked at each other and shrugged. "And unfortunately I think it's time we got back to heaven." John gestured to his wife.
Mary frowned."Oh but John, Sam is-"
"Not the child we were sent to help." He looked at Dean. "I'm sorry."
Dean nodded. Too much was going on for him to be angry, or even fully comprehend what was happening. He had almost forgotten about Castiel and Sam. Mary got up and wrapped her arms around her oldest child. "I love you, Dean."
"I love you too, Mom."
"Oh." She kissed the baby in Dean's arms, smoothing some of his hair away from his face. "I love you, Mark."
She pulled back and John clasped his son on the shoulder. "Take of your brother and sister. We're watching over you." Dean nodded. "Bobby." The old hunters smirked at each other, and Bobby held a hand up in farewell. John and Mary stepped back and a second later they were gone.
Dean looked down at Jamie's son and then at Bobby. "What the hell just happened, Bobby?"
"Beats the hell outta me." Bobby looked down at the baby. "Well he's definitely got your nose."
A while later, Jamie is now dressed in sweat pants and a tank top and curled up on the couch in the study. She opens her eyes and looks down at Dean whose nodded off his head rested against the couch. "Dean?" Dean opens his eyes and looks at her. He smiles.
"Hey. You feeling any better?" Dean helps her sit up. She touches her stomach.
"Yeah. Thanks." Jamie looks down at her baby, sleeping in a carrier that looks brand new. He's now wearing a blue and green sleeper that looks a little big and is wrapped in a soft blue blanket. "How is he?"
"He's fine. He's slept most of the day. I ran out and got that fake milk crap and fed him. He really doesn't cry much though."
"Did you find everything I had stashed?"
"Yeah. I kinda feel bad, though. We really didn't prepare for this. I mean you should have had a baby shower or something."
Jamie shakes her head. "And invited who?" She smiles. "It's fine. Besides you guys bought all that crap for that shifter baby, so we can just use that. And I got a crib; you'll just have to figure out how to put it together." Dean snickers. Jamie laughs, looking down at her baby. She rubs the blanket between her fingers. "Nice blanket."
"I liked it. Figured he would too." They both laugh and then grow silent again.
Jamie looks at him. "Were Mom and Dad here?"
"Hmm?"
"Nevermind. How's Sam?"
"Still out of it." Jamie nods, reaching over and picking her baby up. She holds him close to her chest. He's startle a little but he doesn't wake up. "He's so little."
She nods. "Yeah. But he'll be a hunter in no time."
"Why Mark?" Dean asks.
"He's the son of a prophet and an angel." She kisses him, unwrapping him from the blanket and looking at his hands. "And it's…what Andrew and I were going to name our son, remember?"
Dean thinks for a moment. "…The Djinn thing?"
She nods, looking at her engagement ring, it's still on her left hand. "Yeah. He and I were talking about once before he died, we both liked it." Dean smiles. Mark opens his eyes and Jamie gasps. "Oh my god, he has Cas's eyes." Dean kisses her forehead, and rubs one of Mark's hands with his finger.
Sam walks into the living room. Jamie is asleep on the couch. She has one arm wrapped protectively around Mark. Sam bends down and looks at him. Jamie opens her eyes and smiles. " Hey."
"Hey. How you feeling?" Sam moves her hair back from her face and puts his hand on her cheek.
Jamie smiles. "I'm alright. How are you feeling?"
Sam nods. "Alright."
He looks down at Mark. "How is he?"
"Perfect. His name is Mark."
Sam grins. "Mark Winchester. Sounds about right." He kisses the boy.
"Breaking News - CBA News
"The sudden deaths of some 200 religious leaders are currently under investigation. The Vatican has yet to issue a statement, but some are already calling this an act of God."
Dean, Bobby, and Sam stand in the kitchen watching the TV news. Jamie is sitting down and has Mark under a blanket against her chest, obviously breastfeeding. Now, a woman is being interviewed outside the church.
"We all saw him. No beard, no robe. He was young...and...and sexy. He had a raincoat."
Dean shuts off the TV and goes outside.
Dean is working under the Impala's hood in the garage. The radio is on. Sam and Jamie walk up to him. "A freak lightning strike on the heels of the fire that burned down the Center for Vibrational Enlightenment earlier today. Said a spokesman, "this tragedy represents the largest loss in New Age motivational speaker history".
"My god." Jamie mutters.
"Motivational speakers?" Sam asks looking at Dean.
"Yeah, I'm not sure new Cas gets irony any better than old Cas. Of course, old Cas wouldn't smite Madison Square Garden just to prove a point. He is off the deep end of the deep end. And there's no slowing down."
"So, what? Try to talk to him again?"
Dean moves out from under the hood. "Sam."
"Dean, all we can do is talk to the guy."
Jamie shakes her head. "I don't think he's gonna talk back, Sam."
"He's not a guy. He's God. And he's pissed. And when God gets righteous, you get the hell out of the way; haven't you read the Bible?"
"I guess..."
"Cas is never coming back. He's lied to us, he used us, he cracked your gourd like it was nothing. No more talk; we have spent enough on him."
"Okay."
Dean gestures to the toolbox. "Hand me that socket wrench."
Suddenly Sam wakes up to realize that he was hallucinating. "Dean... Bobby? Jamie?"
Jamie walks in with Mark over her shoulder. "Shh…Bobby and Dean are outside with Dean's baby."
Bobby lights a match and throws it into a bowl where it erupts into a huge flame in the basement. Dean is leaning against the stairs. Sam is seated behind him. Jamie is standing next to Sam, holding Mark. There's a devil's trap scrawled on the floor.
Crowley appears inside the Devil's trap, with a glass of whiskey in his hand. "No. No! NO! Come on!"
"Don't act so surprised." Bobby tells him.
"My new boss is going to kill me for even talking to you lads."
Jamie tilts her head. "Really?"
Dean scoffs. "Well, you're lucky we're not stabbing you in your scuzzy face, you little piece.."
Sam interrupts. "Whoa, wait! What new boss?"
"Castiel, you giraffe."
Bobby looks surprised. "Is your boss?"
"Is everybody's boss. What do you think he's going to do if he finds out we've been conspiring? You do you want to conspire, don't you?"
Bobby shakes his head. "No. We want you to just stand there and look pretty." He says sarcastically.
"Listening."
Dean looks up. "We need a spell to bind Death."
Crowley stares at him. "Bind? Enslave Death? You having a laugh?"
"Lucifer did it."
"That's Lucifer."
Jamie looks up. "Big deal."
"A spell's a spell." Sam shoots back.
"You really believe you can handle that kind of horsepower? You're delusional!" Crowley yells.
Dean nods. "Death is the only player on the board left that has the kind of juice to take Cas."
Crowley shakes his head. "They'll both mash us like peas. Why should I help with a suicide mission?"
"Look!" Jamie steps out from behind Sam and Bobby. She holds Mark up for Crowley to see.
Crowley eyes Mark. "Oh I see. That's Castiel's spawn isn't it?"
Jamie shakes her head. "Do you really want Cas running the universe? Because I don't! I don't want my son growing up in this."
Crowley looks down and pours himself another drink.
Bobby is walking down the stairs while flipping through a book. He looks down in time to see a piece of paper pass under the front door. He picks the paper up, and walks outside to see who left it. "Hello?" He looks at the paper to see that it's the spell they had asked for. He brings it inside where Dean, Sam, and Jamie are waiting. "It's from Crowley." He passes it to Dean. "Well, Who feels like hog tying death tonight?" Sam looks over Dean's shoulder. Jamie frowns, holding Mark as she looks at the spell.
"Old age is over-rated anyhow." Bobby says.
Jamie scoffs. "Uh, some of us actually have something to live for."
Later, Sam is sitting on the couch with his laptop. Bobby is on his computer at his desk. Dean and Jamie walk in. Mark is asleep against Jamie's shoulder. "Well, we've got most of this stuff, but we're going to have to make a run for a few things."
Dean walks over and looks over Bobby's shoulder. "Like?"
"Like an act of God crystallised forever."
Jamie rolls her eyes, sitting down beside Sam. "Great."
Sam looks over at them. "What's that supposed to mean?"
Bobby looks up. "That can mean an actual crystal."
Jamie turns to her twin. "See, lightning strikes sand at the right angle - it crystallises into the perfect shape of itself."
Sam scoffs. "Lightning. Act of God."
Jamie smirks. "Crazy, right?"
Bobby points to the screen. "Jinga. You got yourself a fulgurate and we're gonna need a biggie."
Dean steps back and crosses his arms. "And let me guess... rare."
"I found records of an auction. Winning bidder lives about nine hours from here."
The boys and Jamie drive up to a huge stone mansion. Dean kills the lights. Sam and Bobby hurry to the door to kill the alarm. They get caught by a security guard. "Hey!" They turn around, hands up.
Dean steps out from behind him, holding a bag and his flashlight. "Excuse me. You got any Grey Poupon?" He punches the guard in the face, knocking him unconscious.
Sam looks at Dean. "Grey Poupon? Seriously?"
Dean shrugs. "It's what popped in my head."
Jamie shakes her head, walking up to them with Mark in his carrier. "Come on, boys." They walk inside the house, shining their flashlights. Bobby and Sam go off in one direction, Dean and Jamie go off in another. They enter a room with various art pieces and statues in glass boxes. Jamie shines her flashlight over one box and nods to Dean. They over to the box containing the fulgurate. Dean tries to figure out how to open it.
Mark stirs in his carrier, and starts making sounds. Dean gives Jamie a look. She gives him one back, kneeling down and unbuckling him. As she gets up they hear a shot gun cock behind them. She and Dean look at each other and turn around slowly. Dr. Weiss and his wife are standing behind them.
Dean puts his hands up. "Hi. Uh... I don't want to hurt you. Really."
Dr. Weiss raises an eyebrow. "I'm the one with the firearm, son."
Dean stares at it and smiles. "I get that." Mark starts crying, distracting Dr. Weiss. Dean grabs the shotgun from him. Jamie walks away to calm Mark back to sleep. Dean gags the professor and his wife and tie them to a pair of chairs. "Okay. Yeah. Good." Bobby and Sam walk in. "Hey, guys. Uh, so this is Dr. and Mrs. Weiss."
Sam looks at them. "Hi. Sorry." Bobby rolls his eyes.
"I found the God thingy."
Jamie puts Mark down in the carrier, walking over to Dean. "I can't believe I'm doing this."
"Well, let's light this candle." Bobby puts his bag down on a table.
Dean, Sam, and Jamie arrange the room and start preparing the spell. Bobby walks over and slices Dean's forearm so that he bleeds into a bowl. "You're welcome." Dean says painfully. He wraps his arm up. Bobby pours the blood in with the rest of the potion and hands the spell to Jamie. She stands in front of the altar.
"Te nunc invoco, mortem." The room starts to shake, waking Mark who wails. Dean is holding his arm, he glances over at the carrier. Sam walks over and kneels down next to Mark's carrier as Jamie continues to chant. "Te in mea potestate defixi." Glass shatters. "Nunc et in aeternum!" The roof cracks as she finishes. She whirls around and hurries over to Mark.
Dean looks around. "Um... Hello? Death?"
"You're joking." Death appears behind Dean.
Dean shrugs. "I'm sorry, Death. This isn't what it seems."
"Seems like you bound me." He replies holding up his arms to reveal cuffs around his wrists.
"For good reason, okay? Just, uh, hear us out." He glances at the bag of fast food and goes over to it. "Um... Fried pickle chip? They're the best in the state." He picks up the bag.
"That easy to soothe me, you think? This is about Sam's hallucinations, I assume?" Death asks.
Dean looks up. "What?" He and Bobby look at Sam.
Jamie looks at Sam and then to Dean. "Later." She hisses.
"Sorry, Sam. One wall per customer. Now unbind me."
"We can't. Y-yet." Sam replies.
Death gives them a look. "This isn't going to end well."
Jamie holds her crying son. "You're telling me."
Death looks over at her. "Oh hello, Mark." He walks over to Jamie. She steps back. "Oh don't be afraid, Jamie. He's part angel, he recognizes me." He looks at the baby. "Bright eyed, isn't he?"
Mark's sobs quiet. "We need you to kill God." Dean says.
Death turns around. "Pardon?"
"Kill God. You heard right. Your... Honor." Bobby clears his throat.
"What makes you think I can do that?"
"You told us." Jamie says softly.
"Why should I?"
Dean, Sam, and Jamie look at each other. Dean swallows. "Because... We said so, and we're the boss of you. I mean... Respectfully."
"Amazing."
Jamie whirls around at the sound of Castiel's voice. Mark is startled and starts crying again. Dean looks over at her and then to Cas.
"Cas." Sam says startled.
Castiel looks at them. "I didn't want to kill you, but now..."
"You can't kill us." Dean shoots back.
"You've erased any nostalgia I had for you, Dean." He raises his fingers. Jamie turns around from him, holding Mark close to her.
"Death is our bitch." Dean tells him. "We ain't gonna die, even if God pulls the trigger."
Castiel stares at Death. "Annoying little protozoa, aren't they?" Death gives Castiel a look. "God"? You look awfully like a mutated angel to me. Your vessel's melting. You're going to explode."
Cas shakes his head. "No, I'm not. When I've finished my work, I'll repair myself."
"You think you can because you think you're simply under the weight of all those souls, yes? But that's not the worst problem. There are things much older than souls in Purgatory, and you gulped those in, too."
"Irrelevant. I control them."
"For the moment."
Dean looks between them. "Wait - uh, what older things?"
Jamie steps forward. "Oh my god! Cas ate the Leviathan?" She looks at Death.
"Leviathan?" Dean asks.
Jamie turns to him. "Before God created Angel and man, he made the first beasts - the Leviathan." She gestures to Cas.
Death looks at her. "Very good, Jamie. Now how did you know that? You haven't been swimming around in my head, have you?"
Jamie smiles. "No. Being a feathered bitch for a year had its perks."
Death smirks. He looks at Cas. "Well, I personally found them entertaining, but he was concerned they'd chomp the entire petri dish, so he locked them away. Why do you think he created Purgatory? To keep those clever, poisonous things out. Now Castiel has swallowed them. He's the one thin membrane between the old ones and your home."
"Enough." Castiel demands.
"Stupid little soldier you are."
"Why? Because I dared open a door that he shut? Where is he? I did a service, taking his place." Cas walks towards Death.
"Service? Settling petty vendettas?"
"No. I'm cleaning up one mess after another - selflessly."
Death glances at Dean. "Quite the humanitarian."
"And how would you know? What are you, really? A flyswatter?"
"Destined to swat you, I think."
"Unless I take you first."
"Really bought his own press, this one." Death looks at Jamie and then turns away. "Please, Cas. I know God, and you, sir, are no God."
Dean shakes his head. "All right, put your junk away, both of you. Look, call him what you want. Just kill him now!" Cas turns and glares at Dean. Jamie kisses her son and turns away.
"All right. Fine." Death raises his hand. Castiel snaps his fingers and Death is released. "Thank you. Shall we kickbox now?" Death walks over and sits down. He grabs the bag of food. "I had a tingle I'd be reaping someone very, very soon." He looks at the Weisses. "Don't worry - not you." Castiel disappears. "Well, he was in a hurry."
Death starts eating. Jamie looks over at Dean, as do Sam and Bobby. Sam nods towards Death, who slurs his drink. Dean glances up. "Um..."
"Shut up, Dean. I'm not here to tie your shoes every time you trip. I warned you about those souls how long ago? Long enough to stop that fool. And here we are again, with your little planet on the edge of immolation." He stands up.
Dean looks at the floor. "Well, I'm sorry. All right? I've been trying to save this planet, so maybe you should find somebody better to tip off."
Death looks over at him. "Maybe I should spend my effort on a better planet. Well, it's been amusing." He starts to walk away.
Sam moves forward to stop him. "Wait, h-hold on, hold on. Just - can you give us something? You - you have to care a little bit about what happens to us."
Death looks at him. "You know, I really don't."
Jamie steps forward. "What about me?"
Death scoffs. "You? Please. Without the Apocalypse what are you to anyone, Jamie? Although, you do wreak considerable less havoc then your brothers here."
Jamie shrugs. "Apparently I'm worth something to God." She pauses. "The real God, not Castiel."
Death looks at her. "Hmm. That, in your arms, that boy is worth something. And I do find that little angel father of his arrogant."
Dean shrugs. "Great. Let's go with that."
Death turns to Dean. "Your only hope is to have him return it all to Purgatory. Quickly."
"We need a door." Sam says.
"You have everything you need at that lab. Get him to return there and compel him to give up the power."
"Compel?" Dean asks.
"Figure it out." Death shoots back.
"But that door only opens in the eclipse, and that's over." Jamie says.
Death considers. "I'll make another. 3:59 Sunday morning, just before dawn. Be punctual. Don't thank me. Clean up your mess. Try to bind me again, you'll die before you start. Nice pickle chips, by the way." Death leaves.
Sam walks into Bobby's kitchen, hair wet and shirt changed. Dean is sitting with his feet up on the table, drinking. "You want some coffee with that?" Sam asks.
Dean looks at his drink. "It's 6:00 p.m. somewhere."
Jamie walks in, also sporting wet hair and fresh clothes. "I have that pit in my stomach."
Sam looks back at her and then to Dean. "We got to hit the road. I mean, how are we supposed to get Cas to that lab by friggin' 3:59 a.m.?"
"We don't." Dean says.
"What do you mean, "We don't"?"
"I mean, we can't bring the horse to water, and we can't make it drink. Why fool ourselves?"
Jamie sighs. "Dean."
"Dean, look, I know you think that Cas is gone –"
"It's 'cause he is."
"He's not! He's in there somewhere, Dean. I know it."
"No, you don't."
Jamie walks over to her brother. "We have to try, don't we?"
Sam sighs. "Look, I was pretty far gone sometimes myself, and you never gave up on me."
Dean looks at him. "Yeah, and it turns out that you're about the same open book as you've always been. Hallucinations? Really? I got to find out from Death?"
"Boys."
"What was I supposed to do?" Sam asks.
"How about not lie? How about tell me that you've got crazy crap climbing those walls?"
"Why? You can't help. Either of you. You got a lot of pretty severe crap swinging your way lately, and - and I thought -what? I thought why burst the one good bubble you had left? It's under control."
"What? What, exactly, is under control?"
"I know what's real and what's not."
Jamie looks at Sam. "Really?" She goes into the study where Mark is asleep.
"Sam –"
"Dean, look, we can debate this once we deal with Cas."
"Yeah, you know how I'm gonna deal? I'm gonna stuff my piehole, I'm gonna drink, and I'm gonna watch some Asian cartoon porn and act like the world's about to explode because it is." A news article pops up. "Hey. You got to be kidding me. "Massacre at the campaign office of an incumbent Senator by a trench-coated man." Jamie walks back in. She and Sam look over Dean's shoulder. "There's security footage." They watch the tape. "Well, I think reaching Cas is, uh... out of the cards."
Sam and Jamie walk outside into the lot. Jamie sighs. "Go ahead Sam."
Sam walks around, looking at the sky. "Hey, Castiel. Um... Maybe this is pointless. Look... I don't know if any part of you even cares, but, um, I still think you're one of us, deep down. I mean, way, way, way off the reservation, but..."
Jamie sighs and walks towards him. "Look….Cas, we still have till dawn to stop this. Let us help. Please. For your son?" They turn and see the sunrise. Jamie sighs. Sam frowns. He wraps his arms around her. They go back in the house. Dean is sitting at the table with the laptop open. Weird sounds are coming from it. He pours two more glasses and holds them out to Sam and Jamie. "For the love of G…nevermind, give me that."
Jamie takes her glass. Dean looks up at Sam. Sam hesitates and then points at the laptop. "Only if you turn that off."
Dean smirks and shuts the laptop. He puts Sam's glass on the table and slides it over to him. Jamie takes a drink and then goes into the living room to get Mark. Sam sits down and he and Dean clink their glasses together. Jamie walks back into the kitchen with her son.
"Sam? Jamie?" Castiel appears. He's all bloody and barely able to stand.
"Cas."
"I heard your call. I need help." Cas falls. They appear in Crowley's lab. Sam helps Cas down unto the ground. "We need the right blood. There's a small jar - end of the hall, s-supply closet."
"Got it." Sam takes off.
"Jamie?" Jamie moves over to Castiel and gets down. Cas looks down at Mark.
"Yeah?"
Cas nods to Jamie's arm. "Is that him?"
Jamie looks down at her son. "This is Mark." Jamie pulls back the blanket a little and Castiel looks down at him. Mark opens his eyes and stares up at Cas.
"Mark." Cas repeats. "He has this vessel's eyes."
"Yeah he does." Jamie gets up and turns away.
Castiel takes shallow breaths. "Dean?"
Dean turns around. "What, you need something else?"
"Will you watch over Mark, please?"
Dean and Jamie share a look. Dean looks down. "Like he's my own. Anything else?"
"No." He looks at Dean. "I feel regret, about you, and Jamie, and what I did to Sam."
"Yeah, well, you should." Dean moves equipment out of the way.
"If there was time, if I was strong enough, I'd - I'd fix him now. I just wanted to make amends before I die."
Dean looks at him. "Okay."
"Is it working?"
"Does it make you feel better?"
"No. You?"
"Not a bit."
Jamie looks down at her son. "What am I going to do with all these boys. Sam? Hurry up!"
Bobby looks up at the eclipse starting. He looks at his watch and pats Cas on the shoulder. "Hang in there. Just a couple of minutes. Where's Sam? It's go time."
"Sam?!" Dean walks down the hall and finds the jar. He looks around. "Damn it." He brings the jar back and starts painting symbols on the wall in blood. Jamie goes over to Cas.
"That's good enough." Bobby says.
"I gotcha." Bobby goes over and helps Jamie get Castiel up.
"Okay, step right up, Cas." Jamie leads Cas over to the wall. He's very weak and sways on his feet. Dean hands the spell to Bobby. Jamie looks at Castiel. He does look at her.
"Jamie, you ready?" Bobby asks.
Jamie looks over her shoulder. "No, but I don't have a choice." She starts to go over to Dean and Bobby.
"Jamie." She stops and looks at him.
"I'm sorry."
She nods. "So am I." She goes over to Dean and takes the spell from Bobby.
"I got him." Dean takes Mark in his arms. He glances at his watch.
Jamie stares at the wall. "Ianua magna purgatorii, clausa est ob nos lumine eius ab oculis nostris retento sed nunc stamus" Cas falls to the ground. Dean hands Mark to Bobby and rushes to help him back up. Cas stands again and Dean goes back over to Jamie. Bobby hands Mark back to him and Jamie continues. "ad limen huius ianuae magnae et demisse fideliter perhonorifice paramus aperire eam."
Castiel turns around and looks at Dean. "I'm sorry, Dean."
"Creaturae terrificae quarum ungulae et dentes nunquam tetigerunt carnem eius ad mundum nostrum nunc ianua magna, aperta tandem!" Bright lights stream out of Cas and he falls to the ground. Dean hands Mark back to Jamie.
"Cas?"
Bobby touches him. "He's cold."
"Is he breathing?" Jamie asks.
Bobby shakes his head. "No."
Dean looks up. "Maybe angels don't need to breathe."
Bobby sighs. "He's gone, Dean."
Dean looks down at him. "Damn it." He gets up and stares down at him. "Cas, you child. Why didn't you listen to me?" Cas's face heals. He opens his eyes. Dean gets down to help him up. "Cas?! Hey! Hey! Okay. All right."
"That was unpleasant." He mutters. Jamie scoffs, grinning. She kisses her son, tears falling down her face as she holds Mark close.
"Let's get him up. Easy, there." Dean and Bobby get Cas to his feet.
"I'm alive."
"Looks like." Bobby says.
"I'm astonished. Thank you - all of you."
Jamie smiles. "Don't mention it."
Bobby shrugs. "We were mostly... just trying to save the world."
Castiel looks down. "I'm ashamed. I really overreached."
"You think?" Dean asks.
Jamie pats his shoulder. "We'll talk about it later. Let's get Sam and get out of here." She turns around. Dean helps Cas.
"I'm gonna find some way to redeem myself to you."
"All right, well, one thing at a time. Come on. Let's get you out of here. Come on." He starts to pull Cas towards the door.
"I mean it, Dean."
Dean nods. "Okay. All right. But let's go find Sam, okay?"
Castiel shoves him away. "You need to run now! I-I can't hold them back!"
Dean looks shocked. "Hold who back?"
Jamie turns around. "Oh my God."
Castiel groans. "They held on inside me. Dean, they're so strong."
Jamie gestures to her brother. "Dean, we have to go! Sam! Sam!"
"Who the hell -?" Dean asks, staring at Cas.
"Leviathan! I can't fight them. Run!"
Dean pushes Bobby forward. "Go! Go get Sam! Go get Sam!"
"Too late." Says the voice that is no longer Cas.
Jamie turns back. "Oh no."
"Cas?" Dean asks.
"Cas is…he's gone. He's dead." The Leviathan shrugs. "We run the show now."
"Jamie run!" The Leviathan throws Dean across the room. He hits the wall and then falls unto the metal table.
"Dean!" Jamie yells.
"Ah!" The Leviathan goes over to Bobby and throws him across the room opposite to Dean. "Oh, this is going to be so much fun."
He laughs as he turns and looks at Jamie. Mark is crying. Jamie waves her hand and the Leviathan is pushed backward. Jamie looks around the room and then holds her hand out in front of her. "In nomine Dei mei patrocinium advocare sacer ignis ab omni iniquitate!" A ring of fire encircles Jamie. The Leviathan looks at the fire and smirks.