"He's what?" Jamie asked, her voice sounding tired, exhausted. She rubbed her eyes with her free hand as she held the phone to her ear.
"You heard me." On the other line Dean sounded just as exhausted, but it was partly masked by his anger. "So you better get your ass down here."
"Yeah, I'm on my way." She snatched the keys from dining room table and moved for the door. Dean hung up and she flipped her phone closed. "Jackie?" She called, her hand on the doorknob.
An elderly lady walked into room, holding Mark in her arms. "What is it?"
"It's Sam."
She nodded, a knowing expression her face. "Go." Jacqueline Jefferson had been a hunter's wife for 30 years before Jamie came into her life. She had lost her husband and her son to forces beyond her control, and her older son was carrying on his father's legacy. The baby in her arms may not be her blood relation, but had her younger son lived, there was no doubt that he would have been. Her Andrew had loved Jamie with all his heart; it was the least she could do to respect her son's memory to take in his fiancé and her infant son. If nothing else she could understand Jamie's pain of being separated from her brothers for the sake of her son. They were hunted, and the name Winchester was not safe, especially for their newest and more vulnerable addition to the family. So when Dean had called her several months ago and asked if she would take in Jamie and the baby, pretend as though Jamie was her daughter, she had immediately said yes.
"Thank you." Jamie whispered before stepping out the door. She would be eternally grateful for Jackie, especially because she loved her son like he was her own grandson. It tore Jamie's heart in two every day to think that if it wasn't for her, if she had been strong enough to kill Lilith, Mark really might have been Caleb Jefferson. But she pushed the sorrow she still felt for her lost lover away as she hurried to her truck to meet up with Dean. Her brothers needed her now.
"Okay, sir? You can't just barge in here without an appointment!"
Dean angrily walked through the door, heading straight for the doctor working at his desk. Beside him Jamie quickly glanced over her shoulder. "Shut up!" She hissed toward the bewildered nurse, her voice dripping with venom.
Dean planted his hands firmly on the wooden desk as the doctor rose to confront the siblings. "They said, "Talk to Kadinsky." You Kadinsky?" He demanded.
"You need to be scheduled!"The nurse continued, despite the obviously threatening look the younger Winchester was giving her. Jamie's eyes burned hot, and her knuckles were white.
Dean, just as irritated yelled over his shoulder "Well, then, schedule me!" He turned his attention back to the doctor. "He was in a car crash. Why the hell can't we see him?"
The doctor only nodded, knowingly. "You're Sam Smith's brother and sister."
The acknowledgement calmed the siblings if only for the moment. Jamie unclenched her fists and Dean took a breath. "Yeah, what's going on?"
"What's wrong with him?"
The doctor turned to his rather frightened nurse to dismiss her. "It – it's fine. Thank you. Really." He tossed her a whirly smile as she retreated from the room. Turning his attention back to the siblings, he cleared his throat. "Sam was admitted. He was treated for a broken rib and lacerations."
Jamie sighs in relief and moves her hair away from her face. Dean nods. "Okay. That's not too bad. And?"
The doctor looks at both siblings, pausing for before continuing. "And... he's on our locked psychiatric floor."
Jamie raises an eyebrow. "What?"
Dean looks surprised. He turns to his sister, his jaw dropping slightly. She shakes her head, just as surprised. Dean scoffs. "I mean, he's had some trouble..." He glances at the doctor.
"So you're aware that Sam is experiencing a full-blown psychotic episode?"
Jamie puts her hands on her hips, sighing with a slight smirk. "Say that again?"
Dean shakes his head. "Psychotic? Come on. I mean, the guy's... " He looks up, angry again. "It's not like the guy's freakin' Norman Bates."
The doctor nods. "No, I'm sure he isn't. We need to determine whether his state was brought on by the insomnia or whether the insomnia is a symptom of his condition. Do you understand? So that we can figure out how to treat him."
Dean sighs. "Well, all I can say is that the sleep thing is – is kind of new."
"Yeah. Relatively." Jamie isn't looking at the doctor anymore, she's staring at Dean. Obviously one or both of her brothers have neglected to mention just how bad her twin is. Although she feels a twinge of guilt. She should have known.
"Right. Well... we've pumped him about as full of sedatives as we safely can. So far, he won't go under. I've never seen anything like it."
"Can we just see him, please?"
Sam is on the bed, dressed in a white T-shirt and white hospital pants. He looks completely out of it. He sees Lucifer sitting on the table beside his bed, playing with a piece of string. "I'm just sayin'. Back when you had no soul..."There's the sound of the door opening. Sam groggily looks towards the door to his room, seeing the doctor, Dean, and Jamie enter. "...you never had to sleep." The doctor leaves. Lucifer looks towards Sam's siblings. "Ah, Mr. Helpless. And the prophetess. Pull up a six-pack, guys. How's the baby?"
Jamie closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. When she opens her eyes again, she can see Lucifer on the table. She glares in his direction before turning her attention to her twin. "Hey Sammy." She says softly.
Dean closes the door, gentlely moving Jamie away from it. "How are you feeling?" He asks soberly.
Sam glances at him and chuckles. "Maybe you should cancel my UFC fight."
"Yeah. Keep that sense of humor, Sam. It'll get you through this." Jamie bites her lip, twitching at the sound of Lucifer's voice. She reaches out and grabs the string that Lucifer is using to play cat's cradle. She leans in her upper lip twitching into a snarl.
Dean and Sam watch her with interest, until Dean sits down on the end of Sam's bed and sighs. He looks away and then looks back at his brother. "Sam, I'm gonna find you help." His voice is soft, comforting almost.
Jamie doesn't take her eyes off Lucifer. "We both are."
Sam scoffs and looks away. "Now, that sounded a little cynical." Lucifer comments. Jamie reaches out and slaps him across the face. Lucifer giggles, pointing to Jamie.
Sam ignores him. "I don't think it's out there, guys."
"We don't know that." Dean shoots back.
"We know better than most. It's all snake oil. Last faith healer we hooked up with had a reaper on a leash. Remember?" He's referring to the time Dean was electrocuted and they sought out a faith healer. Jamie closes her eyes at the memory of Dean pale and barely able to walk. They had been young hunters back then. Their father was still alive. This was before hell and Cas and angels. Before Jamie lost the man she loved. When death was still a stranger. She looks toward Dean.
Dean stands up. The same memories are flashing threw his mind. He sighs, turning away. "Yeah, Sam, I remember." He's almost hurt by his brother bringing that up. Sam hadn't given up on him, he was resolved not to give up on Sam.
"I'm just saying..."
Dean turns around, his frustration masked with anger, like always. "What? That you don't want my help?"
Sam shakes his head with a sigh. "No, I'm just saying… don't do this to yourself." He glances across the room at his twin. "Either of you"
Jamie turns around at his comment. "Sammy, you're our brother."
Dean nods. "And if we don't find something –"
Sam cuts him off. "Then I'll die."
"Oh, you're upsetting me." Jamie glances in Lucifer's direction and then back at Sam.
Sam's voice is resolved. "Dean, Jamie, we knew this was coming."
Dean is shaking his head. He holds up a finger to silence him. "No."
"When you put my soul back..."
"No." It's Jamie's this time. She takes a step forward.
"...Cas warned you about all the crap it would –"
Jamie's eyes flash with anger and despair at the mention of Castiel's name. Tears instantly come to her eyes. "Stop it, Sam."
Dean's reaction is much more violent. His anger flows much deeper. The wound hurts just that much more. "Screw Cas! Quit being Dalai frickin' Yoda about this, okay?" He punches his hand with his fist. "Get pissed!"
Sam sighs. "I'm too tired. This is what happens when you throw a soul into Lucifer's dog bowl. And you think there's just gonna be some cure out there?" He looks at his siblings sadly. Dean nods and bites his lip. Jamie sighs and crosses her arms.
"Oh, you guys are having a moment."
Jamie glances in Lucifer's direction and throws her hand out, causing Lucifer's head to smash against the wall. Sam notices. "Jamie?"
She nods, walking over sitting down next to Sam. Dean standing the background watching silently. She moves his hair back from the cuts on his forehead. "We're gonna fix this, Sam. I swear." She kisses his temple where the cuts are.
Back at Rufus's cabin, Dean and Jamie have a table littered with everything holding every contact between the two of them, their father, and Bobby. Jamie has multiple papers piled beside Sam's laptop, she scans the screen quickly. Dean is looking through a journal and talking on the phone. "I'm a friend of Bobby Singer's. I'm looking for some info. If you could, uh, call me back. 785-555-0128. Thanks." He hangs up and crosses a name off a list. Jamie looks up and shakes her head.
They don't stop. They continue to work through every contact they have. Dean is on the phone again. "I am so sorry to have bothered you." He says sarcastically before hanging up and tossing his phone down.
Jamie gets up and walks over to the fridge. Dean crosses another name off his list. Eight names are now crossed off. Jamie walks over to him with a beer in her hand, which she holds out to him. "Hey." He wraps his arm around her waist and she leans against his chair.
"Hey."
He stares up at her. After a moment he opens his mouth. "Never got to ask. How's our boy?"
She snickers, wrapping her arm around his neck. "Big."
He nods. "Mrs. Jefferson watching him?"
"Yeah. She loves him." Jamie pulls out her cellphone and shows Dean a picture. Their son is sitting on the floor with a rattle in his mouth, looking wide eyed at the camera. His face is all Dean, and he has the hunter's stand-on-end dark hair. Dean tries not to focus on the fact that those eyes are the same deep, brilliant shade of blue as Castiel's. Anyone else would think the boy has his mother's eyes, but Dean knows Jamie's eyes, and he knows Cas's eyes, and it is the definitely the latter staring at him.
"He's sitting up all by himself." He finally says. He doesn't need to count the months to know that Mark is almost nine months old. He knows the date all too well.
"He'll be walking soon." His sister tries to smile as she puts her cellphone away. "Not going so well?"
He scoffs rubbing her side. "Don't need to be psychic to see that."
"Yeah. Thanks." Jamie is asleep on the couch with a book half open across her chest. Dean is sitting on the couch beside her. The sound of Dean on his phone startles her and she sits up, rubbing her eyes. Dean hangs up, crosses out another name, closes the journal and picks up a smaller journal. He tosses the smaller journal onto a table as he gets up and walks to the refrigerator. As he is taking out a can, the journal falls to the ground. Dean picks it up. A business card for Mackey's Taxidermy has fallen out. On the back is a cell phone number. Jamie walks over and stands next to him. They look at each other.
Dean types the number into his phone and places it against his ear. "Yeah, hi. Uh... my name's Dean. I'm a friend of Bobby Singer's. I'm, uh, looking for some info. If you could call me back at 785-555-0128. Thanks."
Night again. Jamie is doing a search on the laptop. She brings up the "Amazing Grace Helping Friends" website. She scoffs at the site, chewing on her lip as she gazes it over. Suddenly Dean's phone rings. Dean looks her. She waves her hand and his cellphone flies off the table. He catches it.
"This is Dean." He says into the phone.
"Mackey. Calling you back. Hey. Real sorry about Bobby."
"Yeah, me too."
"Look, what you called about – I might have something for you. There's this guy. He goes by "Emmanuel." He kind of roams. First started hearing about him a couple of months back. How he was healing the sick, curing the crazy."
Jamie looks up from the laptop, interested.
"Uh-huh."
"Naturally, I think something in the milk ain't clean. Find this sucker, punch his clock. Right?"
"Right."
"Heard the best way to get to him is through his wife, Daphne, out in Colorado? So, I go. Tell her I'm going blind. It's true. My right eye's burnt out. She says, "Go home. He'll come." So, I go. I set every trap, every test in the book."
Jamie scoffs. "Good Hunter." She mutters, nodding herself.
Dean smirks, looking at her. "That's what I would have done."
"Emmanuel shows. He passes every one. There ain't nothing weird about this guy. Except... he's the real deal."
"What do you mean?"
"He touched me, and my eye was fixed. Look – I don't believe in much that don't suck your blood. But I wouldn't call you on a maybe."
It's enough for Jamie. She slams the laptop shut, and by the time Dean is off the phone, she has her jacket on and is stuffing things into her bag. Dean takes a moment to process before he heads to the corner where his own bag is laying.
Dean and Jamie walk up the stairs to the front door and Dean knocks. An older man opens the door. "Hi. Uh, is this, uh, Daphne Allen's house? I'm looking for Emmanuel." Dean says. Jamie stays a step behind Dean.
Man nods. "Well, you found him. Daphne's resting. If you don't mind."
Jamie gives Dean a look. He glances at her and then smiles at the man. "Oh, yeah, sure."
The man steps outside and closes the door. Jamie backs up a little. "Hi." She says, a little too politely.
"Hi."
Dean puts his hands in his pockets. "Um… So, I was hoping, uh…"
Through the window, Jamie sees a woman who is bound to a chair and gagged. Jamie steps behind Dean. They look back at the man, whose eyes turn black, revealing him as a demon. The Demon grabs Dean and throws him into Jamie, sending them both against the door. The window cracks from the friction of Dean's skull bouncing off it. "You were saying, Dean?" He cackles.
Jamie sneers. "You son of a bitch." She sends him flying unto the ground. The demon shakes it off and gets up.
"Hello Jamie. How's the baby?" He starts for her, but Dean puts his arm out, blocking him.
"You know, I'd think twice. Or don't you know that your boss issued a hands-off memo?"
The demon laughs. "Please. What have you done for him lately? Roman's head on a plate? No? Whatever Emmanuel is, Crowley's gonna want him – a lot more than he wants you two these days. So... "
The Demon starts towards Dean, who stabs it with his knife. The Demon yells and light flashes from his eyes and mouth as it dies. Jamie pushes the Demon down the stairs as Dean withdraws his knife. A man is standing at the bottom of the stairs. Dean and Jamie stare: it is the body of Jimmy Novak, Castiel's former vessel.
"Dean…" Jamie grabs for her brother, bracing herself against the door. Her heart hurts. Dean's heart hurts.
"What was that?" Castiel asks.
Inside the house Castiel removes the gag and ropes binding Daphne. "Did that creature hurt you?"
"I'm okay." She grabs his hand and holds it with her own. "But, Emmanuel... They were looking for you."
"It's okay." Jamie has to turn away. She can sense that Castiel loves this woman, and it triggers a wealth of emotions she isn't ready to deal with. Dean, however, forces himself to watch. "I'm Emmanuel." Castiel looks towards the siblings and holds out his hand. Dean shakes it. Jamie stares at the couple's joined hands.
"Dean. I'm...Dean." He replies, half-heartedly. "This is Jamie." He nods to his sister.
"Thank you for protecting my wife." He embraces Daphne tenderly.
"Your wife. Right." Dean forces a smile. Jamie stays quiet.
"I saw his face. His real face." He comments, as though he's not used to the sight.
"Yeah it's not too pleasant." Jamie comments quietly.
"He was a demon."
Dean's answer seems to shock the angel. "A demon walked the Earth."
"Demons. Whackloads of them. You don't know about...?" Jamie grabs Dean's hand and shakes her head only slightly. Dean clears his throat.
"You saw the demon's true face." Daphne puts her hand on Castiel's chest. She looks at Dean and Jamie. "Emmanuel has very special gifts."
Dean nods. "Yeah. I-I've heard that about... Emmanuel. That you can heal people up."
"I seem to be able to help to a certain degree." He looks at Dean. "What's your issue?"
Jamie finally looks squarely at Castiel. "Our brother."
Dean is driving with Castiel in the passenger seat. Jamie is in the backseat. Dean glances towards Castiel, trying to make conversation. "So, Daphne – is that, uh, your wife?"
Cas doesn't look at him. "She found me and cared for me."
"Meaning?"
He pauses. "Oh, it's a...strange story. You may not like it."
Dean shakes his head, looking at the road. "Believe me, I will."
"A few months ago, she was hiking by the river, and I wandered into her path, drenched and confused, and... unclothed. I had no memory. She said... God wanted her to find me."
Jamie finally looks up. She moves in closer to Cas. "She's a prophet?" She asks with curiousity.
Castiel looks back at her, surprised. "Yes. How did you know?"
She scoffs lightly with a shrug. "We have things in common." Cas looks like he wants to ask more, but Dean interrupts.
"So who named you Emmanuel?"
" ." He answers, completely deadpan.
Jamie snickers. Dean grins. "Well, it's working for you. Must be weird not knowing who you are."
Castiel shakes his head. "Well, it's my life. And it's a good life."
"Must be nice." Jamie mutters, leaning back against the seat.
Dean looks troubled. "Yeah, well, what if you were some kind of... I don't know...bad guy?"
"Oh, I... don't feel like a bad person." Jamie stares at Dean through the rearview mirror. The pain isn't gone, for either of them. Neither is the anger. But they need to control it. They cannot cut down Emmanuel for Castiel's sins. Not now. Not when Sam needs help. "So, your brother..."
"Sam."
"Sam. What's his diagnosis?"
Jamie smiles a little. "It's not medical. Believe me."
Castiel glances back at her for a moment and then nods. "That should be fine. I can cure illness of a spiritual origin."
"Spiritual?" Dean asks, his anger and frustration starting to pour out. His fear as well, but he keeps it masked.
"Dean." Jamie pleads.
He ignores her. "Okay. Someone did this to him."
"You're angry."
Jamie moves forward again, trying to keep her brother calm and both of them from saying too much. "We both are." She tells Cas, softly.
"Well, yeah. Dude broke my brother's head." Dean tells him.
"He betrayed you, this dude. Both of you. He was your friend?"
Jamie swallows with difficultly. Memories of her and Cas in heaven shoot through her mind in a whirlwind of pain. "More than that. A brother…my…"
"Your lover?" Cas guesses.
"My son's father."
Dean reaches back and squeezes his sister's hand. "Yeah, well, he's gone."
"Did you kill him? I sense that you kill a lot of people."
Dean sighs, allowing himself to open up a little. Let Emmanuel feel what Castiel did to him. "Honestly, I-I-I don't know if he is dead. I just know that this... whole thing couldn't be messier. You know, I used to be able to just shake this stuff off. You know, whatever it was. It might take me some time, but... I always could. What Cas did... I just can't – I don't know why."
"Well, it doesn't matter why." Cas tells him evenly.
"Of course it matters."
"No. You're not a machine, Dean. You're human. Your friend's name was Cas? That's an odd name."
"Short for Cas-" Jamie starts but Dean cuts her off.
"Jamie."
"Doesn't matter." She says, sending Cas a reassuring smile.
Dean parks the car and gets out. Jamie gets out beside him. Cas starts to get out, but Dean stops him. "Oh, hey, hey. Just, uh, sit tight. We'll be right out, okay?"
They walk into the store. Dean stops at the door. "How many?" he asks his sister, over his shoulder.
"Three." She answers.
Dean takes out his phone. He hears the door open, and looks up at a mirror to see a man walking towards him. He takes out his knife. The man shoves Dean into a wall and Dean pushes the man into a refrigerator, shattering its glass door. "Jamie!" He yells. As the man stands up, Dean stabs him with his knife. Light flashes from the man's face as he dies. Dean picks up his phone and sees that the screen is broken. "Oh, come on."
He walks to the next aisle of the store and finds two more demons waiting for him. One of them has Jamie held up around the throat, chocking her. Jamie raises her hands and suddenly the demon is choking. Dean raises the knife and swings at one of them, but the demon blocks his arm and the knife goes flying to the floor. Dean punches the demon and it throws him into some shelves. The demon holding Jamie drops her and she curls her fingers into fists. While Dean is still on the floor, someone stabs the demon from behind. Light flashes from its face. Black smoke pours from the mouth of the other demon as it leaves the body it was possessing. "Dean, you okay?" Jamie asks, rushing toward him.
"Emmanuel, you son of a bitch." Dean whirls around. The first demon falls to the ground, revealing Meg, who is holding the knife.
"Emmanuel. Yeah, not so much."
"Meg." Dean and Jamie say at the same time.
"Dean, Dean, Dean. You got some 'splainin' to do." Dean turns the sign on the door around so it reads "Closed" and pulls down the blind. "Rumors are really starting to fly about this Emmanuel fellow. My curiosity sure got revved up."
Jamie crosses her arms and leans against the shelves. "I bet."
Dean shakes his head, walking over to stand in front of the demon. "Just tell me what you want, Meg."
"Imagine my surprise when I track him down, and he's snuggled up with you two. And he's the spitting image of poor, dead Castiel. So, Dean, what's poor, dead Castiel doing in that junker out there?"
"Christmas carolling."
Meg raises an eyebrow. "Fun. But how's he alive? Last I heard, he played God, went poof."
Dean sighs and after a moment he shakes his head. "I don't know."
Meg licks her lips and turns to face Jamie. The prophetess smirks a little smugly. "Neither do I." She takes a step forward, the smugness replaced with a warning look. "And neither does he."
"So you got to keep it shut." Dean echoes, his expression darker then his sister's.
Meg snickers. "Oh, I do?"
"He doesn't know he's Cas."
"I know. Been watching you for hours. So here's the deal. You might remember Crowley and me were frosty back in the day?"
Jamie scoffs. "Times haven't changed." She looks at Dean.
Dean nods. "Good."
Meg fanes disappointment. "hat hurts my feelings. I've been good to you two."
Dean smirks. "No, you've been good to you, sweetheart."
"Look. Right now…"Dean takes some items from the shelves and puts them in his jacket. He hands some to Jamie. "…rumors of this wandering healer are strictly low-level. But body count's getting high enough to change that. Folks start poking, they sniff angel dust."
Jamie grabs a six pack out of the broken freezer. "Great."
Dean looks up from the shelf. "Yeah, they start falling all over each other trying to tell Crowley."
"Now picture Crowley with his hands on harmless little amnesia-Cas. Don't get me wrong. I'm gonna burn that smarmy dick. My time's coming. But right about now, my army-of-one situation is not cutting it. It's cold out here, there's a price on my ass, and I need friends."
Dean finally looks up. He gets right into Meg's face. "Yeah. I get that. But my sister and I? We aint it."
"That's where you're wrong, guys. 'Cause I'm here to help you, and that makes us friends."
Jamie walks over to her brother. "No it doesn't. "
Dean shakes his head. "Help, huh? You mean see if you can't turn harmless little Cas out there into an angel-sized weapon?"
"Like you're taking him carolling. And by the way, you really want to keep going with no backup? Hey, I don't trust you, either. But I could really use Emmanuel. And he trusts you. So for now, it's in everyone's best interests to hold hands and cross the street together, okay?"
Dean looks at Jamie. They stare at each other a long moment, and then Dean turns to Meg. "We go straight to Sam."
"No detours." Jamie adds, walking past them towards the door.
"I love it." Meg turns towards Jamie.
"I bet."
Dean grabs Meg's arm. "And one more thing. My knife." Meg holds up the bloody knife and Dean takes it. He takes out a rag and starts wiping it off.
"You sure we wouldn't be safer traveling with a full-throttle angel? I could jog his memory."
Jamie squeezes the knob on the door too hard and it breaks off. Dean and Meg turn in her direction. She's seething as she turns. "Meg, I swear to God, Crowley, Michael, and Lucifer if you even…"
Meg puts her hands up innocently, looking between the siblings. "I'm kidding! We wouldn't want to upset the poor guy. Or you, Jamie."
Dean, Jamie and Meg walk across the street where Castiel is standing against the Impala. Cas's eyes widen in fear and concern when he sees Meg. "Her face! She's one of –"
"We know." Jamie tells him, as she walks past him to her door.
Meg smiles. "It's okay. We come in different flavors."
Dean turns to Cas. "She's, uh... a friend." It seems to hurt him to say that, and Castiel isn't so convinced.
"Sort of." Jamie shoots in, opening her door.
Meg glances at Dean and then looks Cas up and down. "Meg. Just here for moral support. I mean, after all, we go way back." Cas looks shocked. Meg chuckes. "Dean, Jamie, and me. Just met you, of course." She walks forward and stands in front of him. Cas looks sick. "But I think we're gonna be good friends, too."
Jamie casts a glance at her brother. Dean shakes his head. "All right. Can we go?"
Dean is driving, Cas is in the passenger seat and Jamie and Meg are in the back seat, Jamie behind Dean and Meg behind Cas. They're all quiet. Castiel finally speaks up. "This silence is very uncomfortable. Is there something I should know?"
Meg looks up. "I don't know. Dean? Jamie?" She looks at each sibling in turn.
Dean glares at Meg. "No. Meg has that effect. Awkward. You know?"
"Very." Jamie mutters, leaning back in her seat.
Castiel glances over his shoulder at Meg. "That must be difficult for you."
Meg scoffs softly. "Dean's making a joke, Emmanuel."
"Oh." He chuckles.
Jamie leans her head against the window. "Some things never change."
Dean turns off the engine and gets out of the car. A number of people are standing around the emergency entrance to the hospital. Dean walks around the car and joins Jamie, Castiel, and Meg. Jamie crosses her arms and leans into Dean. "We're screwed. And Sam is running out of time." Her voice is soft but there's a hint of urgency.
Castiel glances around, his eyes widening in almost terror. "Oh, gracious."
Dean looks through binoculars at the people outside the emergency entrance. Meg looks around and then curses. "Damn it. Demons."
Dean looks over at her. "All of them?"
"No grass growing under your feet."
Dean looks at Jamie. She nods. Castiel turns to Dean. "How many of those knives do you have?"
Jamie looks up. "Just one."
Castiel is surprised by this. "Well, then, forgive me, but what do we do?"
Meg smugly turns to Dean. "Yeah, Dean. Got any other ideas how we could blast through that?"
Dean turns around, glaring at the demon. "Excuse us. Meg?"
Meg rolls her eyes. "Oh, for the love of..." Dean, Jamie, and Meg walk a short distance away. "Sam's in there. I know you're enjoying the double dip with your old pal, but –"
Dean snickers, shaking his head. "You think it's that cut and dry? Really? You know what he did. And you want to tell him and just hope that he takes it in stride? He could snap!" He doesn't want to admit it, but the thought of Cas going crazy again or worse shakes him to his core. "He could... disappear. Who knows?"
Jamie grabs her brother's arm. Her face is twisted in pain. "We just got him back. I am not going to lose him again." She takes a breath and looks up at Dean. "We cannot lose him again."
Castiel walks over to them, apparently having heard their conversation. "I gather we know each other." He looks especially at Dean.
"Just a dollop."
Jamie grips Dean's arm. "Meg."
Cas nods. "You can tell me. I'll be fine."
Dean is staring at the ground, breathing heavily. "How do you know?" He asks, his terror, his fear, coming out again. "You just met yourself."
Jamie nods. "We've known you for years." She looks at the ground.
"You're an angel." Meg says from behind them.
Cas looks up in confusion. "I'm sorry? Is that a flirtation?"
"No, it's a species. A very powerful one."
Jamie looks up, sighing. She lets go of Dean. "She's telling the truth." She looks away again. "I swear by my prophetic tongue."
Dean nods. "That's why you heal people. You don't eat. I'm sure there's more."
Cas stares at him. "Why wouldn't you tell me? Being an angel – it sounds pleasant."
Jamie scoffs. "No, it isn't." She tells him. Dean puts his hand on her shoulder.
"Trust us. It's bloody, it's corrupt. It's not pleasant." He tells Cas, sincerely.
"They would know. You used to fight together. Bestest friends, actually. And Jamie-"
Cas interrupts her, staring at Dean. "We're... friends? Am I Cas? I-I had no idea. I don't remember you either of you. I'm sorry."
Dean looks at Jamie. Jamie looks away. "We have a child together, Cas." She whispers.
Cas cringes a little, remembering. "Your…your son?"
"His name is Mark." She says, a little choked up.
He is extremely confused and overwhelmed by him. "I…"
Meg shakes her head, walking towards the angel. "Look. You got the juice. You can smite every demon in that lot."
"But I don't remember how."
Dean points to Cas's chest. "It's in there. I'm sure it's just like riding a bike."
Cas looks at him. "I don't know how to do that, either." Dean rolls his eyes and looks away, exhausted. Cas pauses for a moment and then nods. "All right, I'll try."
Dean steps back. "This ain't gonna go well."
Jamie steps in front of him. "Yeah, you get back and cover your eyes." She says over her shoulder.
"I don't know. I believe in the little tree topper."
The three of them stand at the top of hill watching Castiel smite each of the demons. Jamie gasps, and falls to her knees. She sees Cas's memories: meeting Dean, helping him to escape Zachariah, breaking Sam's wall, working with Crowley, and releasing the souls back into Purgatory. "I'm sorry, Dean." The emotion, the pain, the despair, the trust, the love. Dean grabs unto her and she gasps out loud again, turning to look at him.
"That's my boy." Dean and Jamie turn to stare at Meg. "Uh, your boy."
One of the demons tries to run away, but Castiel appears right in front of him. "I don't think running will save you." he puts a hand to the demon's head and smites him. Dean, Jamie, and Meg walk up behind him.
"That was beautiful, Clarence." Meg comments, sarcastic as always.
Jamie crosses her arms and shakes her head. "Yeah, beautiful."
Dean stares at Castiel. "Cas?" He asks, concerned.
"I remember you." He turns to face Dean. "I remember everything." Jamie looks at Castiel. He turns to her. "I am so sorry, prophetess." His voice is full of remorse.
Jamie sees the angel she knew in his eyes. It overwhelms her. "Cas…" She goes forward to hug him. He pushes her back.
"No. What I did. What I became. Why didn't you tell me?" He turns to Dean, looking lost, and angry.
Dean nods to himself, biting his lip. "Because Sam is dying in there."
"Because of me. Everything. All these people. I shouldn't be here." He walks away.
"Cas!"
"Cas. Cas!" Dean starts to go after him. He turns to Meg. "You stay here." He runs after the angel. "Cas!" Jamie follows after Dean. They start to catch up. "If you remember, then you know you did the best you could at the time."
Cas shakes his head. "Don't defend me." He tells Dean pointedly. "Do you have any idea the death toll in Heaven? On Earth?" He stops and turns to face the siblings. "Jamie, I abandoned you when you needed me most. I left you to die. I left our son without a father."
Jamie closes her eyes, a tear runs down her face. "He has Dean." She says hoarsely.
"I left you without a protector."
She nods. "I can protect myself and Mark."
Castiel stares straight into her eyes. "That is not the point! I made a vow to you, and I broke it."
Dean reaches out to him. "Cas..."
The angel whirls around to face the hunter. "We didn't part friends, Dean."
Dean shrugs. "So what?"
"I deserved to die. Now, I can't possibly fix it... So why did I even walk out of that river?"
"Maybe to fix it. Wait." Dean opens the trunk of the car and takes out Castiel's trenchcoat. He runs his hand over the fabric for a minute and then holds it out to him. Cas looks down at it and then up at Dean. Jamie turns around, her hand clawed against her chest. She gasps out quietly.
Lucifer is sitting in a chair next to Sam's bed, holding the book "Three Little Pigs". "I see that third little pig was smart. Went out and got some bricks."
Dean, Jamie and Castiel are standing in the room. Cas is wearing his trenchcoat. The chair next to Sam's bed is empty. Dean looks angry. Cas looks solemnly at Sam. Jamie walks over and puts her hands on the side of Sam's head. Sam shivers and looks at her. "Don't touch me."
"Shh. It's me. It's Jamie." She holds him still and closes her eyes. He thrashes in her grip.
"What the hell do you mean you can't?" Dean asks Cas, fearful.
"I mean there's nothing left to rebuild." He explains.
"Why not?"
"Because it crumbled. The pieces got crushed to dust by whatever's happening inside his head right now."
Jamie opens her eyes and gets up. "Cas is right. I can't find anything that even resembles the wall Death put up."
Dean crosses his arms and leans against the wall in defeat. "So you're saying there's nothing? That he's gonna be like this until his candle blows out?"
Cas looks at the ground. "I'm sorry. This isn't a problem I can make disappear. And you know that." Jamie nods, crossing her arms and looking at the floor. Cas stares at Sam for a long moment. His jaw drops slightly as he realizes something. "But I may be able to shift it."
Dean looks up. "Shift?"
"Cas?"
"Yeah, it would get Sam back on his feet." He goes over and sits on the bed close to Sam. Sam is having trouble breathing. Cas looks at Dean. "It's better this way. I'll be fine." He turns to Sam. He flinches.
Dean takes a step forward. "Wait, Cas, what are you doing?"
"Castiel, no." Jamie goes over to him and grabs his arm. "Castiel."
Cas sighs and looks at her. He shakes his head. "Jamie…you and I…"
Jamie's eyes widen and she gets angry. "Forget you and I!" It isn't about their relationship. She knows that now. She knows how they feel about each other; deep down they both love another. But regardless of everything Dean has done, Mark is Castiel's son, and she is not going to let him walk away from him, like John walked away from her. She loved Bobby with her whole heart, but for everything he was, he was not John and that hole in her heart is unquenched. If she can spare son that pain, she will. "Our son-"
"Dean's son." he says stiffly, cutting her off. Jamie looks away, letting go of him. So it's done then, he is disowning him, not unlike John disowned her. Castiel frowns and then forces her to look at him. "You tell your son, that his father loves him." He looks at Dean as he says it.
Jamie gets up and backs away towards Dean. Castiel turns his attention back to Sam. "Now, Sam this may hurt. And if I can't tell you again, ...I'm sorry I ever did this to you." He puts a hand on Sam's head. Sam groans in pain and his face and eyes glow red. The red travels up Cas's arm and face and his eyes turn red. Sam groans and gasps for breath.
"Sam?" Dean and Jamie hurry over to the bed.
"Dean! Jamie!" He sees them, and he sees them as his siblings. The voice, Lucifer, it's gone. A weight has been lifted from his chest. He can breath again.
"Sam!" Dean says in relief.
"Sammy." Jamie breaths, grabbing unto his waist. Sam wraps his arms around her. He pulls back and turns. "Cas? Cas, is that you?"
Cas's eyes widen in fear. He sees Lucifer on the bed in Sam's place. "Hello... brother." Castiel stands up and backs away in horror. Sam, Jamie, and Dean look at each other. Jamie narrows her eyes, jumping across the bed and going over to Castiel. She looks at him and then to the bed where he sees Lucifer. She waves her hand and Lucifer is thrown across the room. Castiel narrows his eyes and looks at her.
"It's going to be okay, Cas." She whispers.
Jamie and Dean are standing outside the hospital, waiting for Sam to get changed and come out. Jamie is staring at the ground. Dean chews his lip and then taps her arm. "Hey. You know what Cas said in there…about Mark…You know I'll do my best, right?"
She nods, still not looking at him. "Yeah I know. It's not that. It's just…" She sighs. "Bobby was, for all intents and purposes, my father…"
"Hey, he was ours too."
"No. You don't understand." She turns and looks at him. "Dad abandoned me when I was 8 years old. I have spent the equivalent of five days with him in the last twenty years. Five days, Dean! You had those fourteen years with him that I missed. You can't say anything to close the hole I feel from that. That hole in my heart hurts every damn day." She wipes her eyes roughly. "And Mark is going to have that. Our son is never going to know his father."
Dean is quiet for a moment. "Our son?" Jamie looks at him. "It doesn't matter, Jamie, not as much as you think. He's our son, which means he has a father. And that father is going to do his damnest to make sure he knows it."
Sam walks out before Jamie can say anything else. She wipes her eyes as she follows after her brothers, and heads for the Impala. "I don't know. I mean, we can't just leave him." Sam says to his siblings.
Jamie sighs. "I don't want to leave him either."
Dean looks at them. "Well, we can't bring him with us. Everything on the planet's out for us, okay? Word gets out, we can't protect him. Not really."
"Not at all." Jamie corrects.
"This is safer." They reach the car and stand against their respective doors. "Every demon who knows about Cas is dead."
Jamie raises an eyebrow. "Well…"
Sam nods. "Not everyone. Look, Dean, this whole "enemy of my enemy is my friend" thing feels kind of like a demon deal." He says, referring to Meg.
"It's not a deal. It's –"
"It's what?"
"Compromise?" Jamie offers.
Dean shakes his head. "Mutually assured destruction. Look, man, I get it. She's not our friend."
Jamie scoffs. "We don't even have friends. All our friends are dead."
"Yeah." Dean says quietly. He gets into the car. Jamie and Sam share a look.