Castiel is looking out the window in his hospital room. Dean and Sam arrive. Jamie meets them in the parking lot. She has Mark strapped to her chest in a carrier. Dean turns to her as she walks up to them. "Jamie?"

Jamie looks at him. "Whatever you two did last night made my prophet senses all tingly."

Dean goes over and lifts Mark out. "Eeen." He mutters, snuggling against Dean.

Sam turns to Jamie. "Why did you bring Mark?"

"Sam. Look." She snaps her fingers and fire appears in her palm. She closes her hand and it disappears.

Dean and Sam look at her in shock. Dean looks at Mark. "What happened to your mommy, huh?"

"My prophet powers just got an upgrade," She points to Sam and Dean."And if you two restarted the apocalypse I am gonna kick your asses. Tell me Michael and Lucifer aren't free."

Dean shakes his head. Sam gestures to the bag. "Give her the tablet, maybe she can make heads or tails of it."

Dean takes out the tablet and hands it Jamie. She looks at it and squints. They walk down the hallway. "We raced all the way here, and now I don't know. I can't say I'm fired up to see what's left of the guy."

"Cas?" Jamie asks, looking up.

Sam nods. "Yeah. You think he remembers at all?"

"He remembers." She mutters.

"I hope you're right, but I'm guessing whatever kind of hell baggage he lifted off of your plate. It's not gonna be pretty."

"Yup." She looks up from the tablet. "I can't read this. Not all of it. I can read Leviathan and there's something about God and Purgatory. And blood of the fallen."

Dean turns back to her. "Blood of the fallen? What does that mean?" Jamie shrugs. They see an orderly coming towards them. Jamie stuffs the tablet back in Sam's bag.

"Hey. Excuse me, miss, gentlemen, but it's way past visiting hours."

Meg comes out of a room and stops the orderly. "It's okay, Abel. I've been expecting them. Hello, boys. Jamie." Her eyes fall Mark in Dean's arms. "Oh is that the little half breed?"

Dean glares darkly at her before handing his nephew back to his mother. Meg leads the siblings to Cas's room, where he's is staring out the window. Dean hesitates and then softly speaks. "Hey, Cas."

He slowly turns around. He seems almost surreal, and at peace. "Hello, Dean." He smiles and then glances to Sam. "Sam." He starts to say Jamie's name but he notices Mark. "Jamie, is that…" He gestures with his hand, a small grin on his face.

Jamie glances down at her son and then looks up at Cas. "Yeah. This is him." She adjusts him on her hip so that Cas can see him. He tilts his head as he stares at him. Mark turns his head and stares back. After a moment Mark shifts uncomfortably in his mother's arms, looking around for Dean. "He wants you." Jamie says softly to her brother, trying to ignore the look of pain that crosses Castiel's features for a moment when Dean takes the boy into his arms.

Dean looks down at Mark, who settles himself down once in Dean's embrace. The hunter looks up sheepishly, meeting Castiel's eyes. "Look at you, walkin' and talkin'. That's – that's great, right?"

Cas walks over to Dean and points a finger at him. "Pull my finger." He says with all seriousness.

Dean looks shocked. "What?"

"My finger – pull it."

Sam and Jamie look at each other, almost terrified. Dean clears his throat, glancing to his siblings and then does so. There is a crash, the lights go out and window and light fixture shatter. Sam and Jamie look around, still both seeming terrified. Castiel laughs. Mark starts to cry. Meg turns on a lamp. Jamie and Sam share a look. "What the hell?"

Dean looks at his siblings and sighs. He rubs Mark's back comfortingly, getting to him to calm down. He takes a moment to collect himself before turning back to the angel. "Okay, just hang on, Cas. Wait. Let us catch up to you for a second."

Sam nods. "So, you're saying you remember who you are, what you are."

Cas grins. "Yes. Of course. Oh. Outside today, in the garden, I followed a honeybee. I saw the route of flowers. It's all right there, the whole plan. There's nothing to add."

Sam raises an eyebrow and turns to Meg. "You might want to add a little Thorazine."

Meg sighs in exasperation. "Right? He's been like the naked guy at the rave ever since he woke up. Totally useless."

Dean glances at Jamie. She gives him a look. Castiel grins wider, gesturing to Meg. "Will you look at her? My caretaker. All of that thorny pain. So beautiful."

Meg rolls her eyes. "We've been over this. I don't like poetry. Put up or shut up."

Hearing Cas's words Jamie's head shoots up and her eyes instantly narrow. "Wait. Her?" She puts her hands on her hips. "I am the mother your child!" She says quickly. Too quickly. She's forgotten what happened the last time they saw each other.

He looks away. "I uh…"

Sam sighs, stepping front of his sister. "Okay. So, Cas, you said you woke up last night?"

Castiel looks up, suddenly excited. "Yes. I heard a ping that pierced me, and, well, you wouldn't have heard it unless you were an angel at the time." He glances at Jamie. "Or a prophet."

Jamie shakes her head. "Woke me out of a dead sleep. Mark too." Dean looks down at Mark. Sam reaches behind him and grabs the bag. He hands it to Castiel.

"That's also when we opened this."

Castiel looks down at the tablet and smiles. "Oh. Of course. Now I understand."

"Understand what?"

He looks up at Sam and then Dean. "You were the ones." He laughs turning away. "Well... I guess that makes sense."

"What makes sense?" Dean asks. He adjusts Mark on his lap and then hands him to Jamie.

Jamie looks down at her son. He has Dean's necklace around his neck. The amulet is glowing red. Her eyes widen. "This is the Word of God."

Dean looks at her. "What?"

He and Sam notice the necklace. Sam points to Mark and then looks at Jamie. "Hey, where did you…"

"If someone was going to free the Word from the vault of the earth, it would end up being you two." Cas explains. He turns back around. "Oh, I love you guys." He pulls Dean and Sam into a hug. Jamie frowns.

"Oh. Uck. Okay. All right. Okay." Dean says hesitatingly.

Sam pats Cas briefly on the back. "Yeah, yeah. You said…so this is the Word of God written here?"

"Did you know that a cat's penis is sharply barbed along its shaft? I know for a fact the females were not consulted about that."

Jamie looks up. "Not in front of the baby."

"Sorry."

Dean and Sam share a look. Dean sighs. Cas turns away, studying the tablet. "Cas, please, we're losing ground out there, okay? We need your help. Can you not see that?"

He turns the tablet over in his hands. "This is the handwriting of Metatron."

Sam raises an eyebrow. "Metatron? You saying a Transformer wrote that?"

"No." Jamie replies shortly. Mark is playing with the amulet.

"No. That's Megatron." Dean tells him.

"What?"

"The Transformer – it's Megatron." He turns to Jamie and takes Mark again. "Isn't that right, buddy?" Mark giggles.

"What?" Sam asks again.

Jamie sighs. "Metatron is an angel."

"He's the scribe of God. He took down dictation when creation was being formed." Cas explains, turning back to the brothers and Jamie.

Sam points to the tablet. "And that's the Word of God?"

Cas nods. "One of them, yes."

"Uh... Well, what's it say, then?"

Cas looks down at the tablet."Uh... "Tree"?" He looks at Sam and Dean. "Horse"? "Fiddler crab"? I can't read it. It wasn't meant for angels."

Jamie takes the tablet and tries to read it again. "Leviathan, God, and purgatory. And blood of the fallen. That's all I got. Maybe something about a…it's fuzzy."

Dean turns to Cas. "So why can't Jamie read it?"

Jamie hands the tablet back to Castiel. "She is the voice, but not the interpreter." He smiles.

Dean shakes his head. "What the hell is that suppose to mean?" He asks annoyed.

"It's not meant for me." She tells him.

Sam looks at his sister. "But you can read it, right?"

Jamie scoffs, shaking her head. "It's in ancient Enochian, not Latin. It's the language of God himself." She gestures to the tablet. "I can read bits and pieces but God has made it so only the prophet can read its full account."

Dean looks confused. "But you are the prophet."

She nods. "I am the Prophetess of the Apocalypse. This is not the Apocalypse. I hope."

Sam scoffs. "So what do we need, the Prophet of the Divine Word?"

"Exactly."

"Okay, this all sounds bad. What are you two jackasses doing with the Word of God? Let me see that thing." Meg grabs for the tablet.

Dean steps in front of Cas. "Back off, Meg."

"Come on, it's my ass, too."

He hands Mark to Sam. "Back off."

Meg gets up in his face. "Damn it! Enough of this "demons are second-class citizens" crap!"

Jamie moves towards them. "Dean, Meg, cut it out! Now."

Cas frowns. "Don't like conflict."

Jamie turns around. "Cas." He disappears and the stone tablet drops to the floor, breaking into three pieces.

Sam looks down at Mark, who goes very quiet, staring around the room. "Uh..."

"What the hell was that?" Dean demands.

Meg puts her hands on her hips. "You heard him. He doesn't like conflict. He's down in the dayroom now. I guarantee it."

Dean sighs, gesturing with his hands. "All right, Jamie and I will go handle Cas. Sam, will you please pick up the Word of God?"

"Yeah." He hands Mark to Jamie.

Dean leaves the room. Jamie follows him. They walk down a hallway. Dean stops at the doorway to the dayroom and looks at Castiel, who is sitting at a table with his back to them. Jamie stops walking, and looks at Dean. She frowns. After a moment they walk inside and Dean goes to stand in front of Cas. "You realize you just broke God's Word?"

Castiel looks away and Dean sits down at the table opposite him. "It's Sam's thing, isn't it? You taking on his, uh, cage-match scars. I'm guessing that's what broke your bank, right?"Jamie starts to walk over to them, but stops and hangs back.

Castiel tries to smile. "Well, it took... everything to get me here."

Dean stares at him. "What are you talking about, man?"

He smiles. "Dean, I know you want different answers."

Dean shakes his head in frustration. "No, I want you to button up your coat and help us take down Leviathans." He pauses and looks hard at the angel. "Do you remember what you did?"

Cas holds up the board game "Sorry!" He shakes it once and the board and pieces appear on the table, set up ready to play. He sets the box aside. "Do you want to go first?"

After a few minutes Jamie sits down next to Dean and feeds Mark a bottle. Dean picks up a "Sorry!" card.

"You know, we weren't sure at first which monkeys were gonna make it. No offense, but I" He watches as Dean moves a marker on the board. "was backing the Neanderthals because their poetry was... just amazing. It's in perfect tune"He picks up a card. "with the spheres. But in the end, it was you – the"He moves a marker "homo sapiens sapiens. You guys ate the apple, invented pants."

Dean sighs, eyeing the angel. "Cas, where can we find this, uh, Metatron? Is he still alive?"

Cas looks down at the gameboard. "I'm sorry. I – I think you have to go back to start."

Dean moves his marker. "This is important." Cas motions for Dean to pick up another card. Dean does so and moves another marker. "I think Metatron could stop a lot of bad. You understand that?"

Jamie sighs softly, she leans over and whispers to Dean. "You have to play the game, Dean. It's the only way you're gonna get through to him."

Cas picks up another card. "We live in a "sorry" universe. It's engineered to create conflict. I mean, why should I prosper from... your misfortune?" He puts down a marker and moves Dean's marker back to the start. Jamie gives Dean a look. "But these are the rules. I didn't make them."

Dean shakes his head. "You made some of them. When you tried to become God, when you cut that hole into that wall."

"Dean... it's your move."

Dean pounds a fist on the table and swipes the board to the floor. Mark spits out his bottle, staring at Dean. Jamie sighs again. "Dean."

"No!" He says pointedly to his sister. He looks at Cas. "Forget the damn game! Forget the game, Cas."

Cas looks down at his lap, suddenly very depressed. Jamie holds Mark against her shoulder and looks away. "I'm sorry, Dean."

Dean stares at him, tears in his eyes and despair on his face. "No. You're playing "Sorry!"

Cas stares at him for a few minutes and then starts picking up the game pieces. He stops abruptly, and looks up. Jamie looks up as well. "You've got to be kidding me." She groans.

Dean looks from his sister to Cas. "What?"

"Sam. He's talking to angels." Cas grins.

Jamie gets up from her chair. "Dean, take Mark." She hands him their son and goes over to Cas.

There is a rustling of angel wings and Cas and Jamie appear in Cas's hospital room. There's a blonde woman and a dark haired man standing there. Angels. "Castiel?" The man asks.

Cas smiles. "Hi."

"You're alive?" The male angel asks, as if in disbelief.

Jamie takes a step forward. "Looks that way doesn't it." She gives her brother a questioningly look.

The male angel is staring at her. "The Prophetess. The voice in the desert." He says in awe.

Jamie nods. "In the flesh."

The female angel shakes her head. "You." She points to Castiel.

"Hello, Hester." Cas says suddenly looking sad.

Hester growls, walking towards him. "You smote thousands in Heaven. You gave a big, scary speech. Then you were gone. What the hell was that?!" Jamie moves to stand between the two angels.

"Rude, for one thing." Cas tells Hester, looking extremely sincerely sorry.

Jamie clears her throat. "Bad planning."

"Where have you been?" The male angel asks.

"Oh, Inias. Hester, I... I know you want something – answers. I... I wish it could be that… There are still many things I can teach you." He walks out from behind Jamie. "I can offer, um, well, perspective. Here." He points a finger at Hester. "Pull my finger." Hester doesn't move. "Uh... Uh... Meg will – will get another light, and I'll – I'll blow it out again. And, well, this time, it'll be funny, and – and we'll all look back and laugh."

Jamie puts her face in her hand. "Oh Cas…"

Hester stares at Cas, incredulous. "You're insane."

"Hey." Dean is standing in the doorway holding Mark. "Heads up, Sunshine." Dean puts his hand in an angel-banishing sigil he's drawn on the wall outside the room. White light flares and the angels vanish. Jamie hurries toward Dean and grabs Mark. "All angels blown back to their corners. We got like three, four hours tops." He says, walking into the room.

Jamie smacks his shoulder. "You used an angel banishing sigil in the presence of my half angel son!"

"Key word half. Besides Jamie, he's protected." He gestures to the amulet around Mark's neck.

"Not the point, Dean!"

Sam clears his throat and points to the knife Meg is holding. "Meg, where did you get that?"

Meg holds up the angel blade. "A lot of angels died this year."

Kevin Tran, a short Asian boy clutching tightly to the tablet chooses this moment to freak the hell out. "What's happening?! What's happening?!"

Dean looks at Kevin and then at Sam. "What is that?"

Sam shrugs. "It's, uh... Kevin Tran. He's, uh, in advanced placement."

Jamie stares at him for a moment and then smirks. "There's your interpreter."

Kevin is sitting on the bed holding the stone tablet. Dean, Jamie, and Sam have just finished explaining to him about the Leviathans. Kevin looks down at the tablet. "So, these Leviathans – these monsters are real. And angels with wings?"

Sam shrugs. "No. Uh... no wings. No anything."

Jamie clears her throat. "Well…no wings like what you're thinking, anyway."

Dean smirks. "No junk. Junkless." He leans against the window. "So, Kevin, you can, uh, read the chicken scratch on the God rock, huh?"

"Uh, I…"

Dean points to the tablet. "That is back in one piece, I see. And you're saying that there's some sort of a "How to punch Dick" recipe in there somewhere?"

Kevin stares at Dean terrified. "I-I don't know what you're saying, but it seems kind of like an "in case of emergency" note. What did they mean by "prophet"?"

Dean's face falls. "Oh, no." He looks to Sam. "Really?"

Sam nods. "Yeah. Yeah, that's what the angel said."

Jamie shifts her baby unto her other hip. "I told you." She walks over to Dean.

Dean frowns and takes Mark. Kevin sighs. "I don't want to be a prophet."

Jamie rubs her lower back. "No. You don't. Not at all. Trust me, it sucks." She glances at him and then turns away.

Kevin looks over at her. "Are you one too? What did you mean by interpreter?"

Jamie sighs, staring at the wall before turning back around. "The Word of God." She nods to the tablet. "I am the voice of one crying out in the desert." She rolls her eyes at the title that has been repeated to her so many times. She pauses for a moment and then looks straight at Kevin. "But you will tell me what to say."

Meg clears her throat, getting the Winchesters' attention. "Gentlemen, Jamie, we've got to start running and hiding. Or do you want to tangle with those wing nuts twice?"

Dean turns to look at her. "I'm sorry. Did you say "we"?"

Meg stares at him. "I'm on the angels' radar now. You think I don't need a little safety in numbers?"

Dean sighs looking at his siblings. Sam shrugs. Jamie rolls her eyes up at him. He nods. "All right, we'll go to Rufus' cabin. Kid can do his book report there."

The vehicle with several occupants drives along a wet road. Its day again when Dean stops at a gas station. He gets out to put gas in the car. Sam and Meg get out and go inside. Kevin is asleep in the back seat of the vehicle. Jamie is asleep in the seat behind him, her arms around Mark's carrier. She sees two demonic truckers in her dream and opens her eyes, looking around the vehicle before closing them again.

Awhile later it's night again. Dean is driving. Kevin is still asleep in the back seat. He wakes and looks at Meg, gasping in surprise. "Oh, God."

Meg looks at him. "What?"

Kevin sighs. "Nothing. Nothing. Just... my life... my future... " Jamie's phone rings."…my girlfriend... my mom's car."

"Slow down kid." Meg tells him as Jamie's phone continues to ring.

Jamie stirs. She looks around. Meg reaches behind her and pulls the phone out of Jamie's jacket before she can react. She answers it. "Yeah. Yeah, Castiel. It's Meg. Hang on."

Dean looks behind him. "Cas? Where? Where is he?"

Meg holds up a finger. "Shut up." She says to Dean. She listens for a moment. "Jamie, he wants to talk to you." She hands her the phone.

"Cas?"

"I'll stop speaking."

"What? No. No, Cas. You talk." Jamie puts her phone on speaker. "Where are you?"

"I'm in a place called Perth."

"Perth?" Jamie looks up towards Dean and Sam.

"Perth? As in Australia?" Dean asks.

"What dogs?" Jamie looks at her brother. "He says he's surrounded by unhappy dogs."

"They're chasing a rabbit around…"

Realization comes over Jamie's face. "Oh. Okay."

Meg nods. "He's at a dog track in Perth."

"I'm surrounded by large unhappy dogs."

Meg chuckles, leaning over to speak into Jamie's phone. "Yeah, they're unhappy 'cause the rabbit's fake."

Jamie pulls her phone back. "Listen Cas, we're on highway 94, north of St. Cloud, Minnesota, just passing mile marker 79."

Castiel materializes in the back seat between Meg and Kevin. Kevin yells in surprise.

Meg smiles. "Kevin, this is Castiel."

"You're one of the angels?"

Castiel touches a finger to Kevin's nose. "Boop. Jamie, are you hurt?" He twists around in his seat to look at her.

She shakes her head. "I'm fine."

Meg clears her throat. "Hey, what about me?"

Castiel looks at her. "Oh I'm sorry, are you hurt Meg?" He smiles.

"Shut up."

Castiel looks at Jamie who smirks. He moves over Kevin and stares at Mark. "He sleeps a lot. Angels don't sleep."

Jamie smiles. "But human babies do. And he's half human."

"Interesting."

Dean glances back at everyone through the mirror. "It's absolutely fascinating. Now Cas, what happened back there? Who were those guys?"

"They're from the Garrison – my old Garrison. Looks like Hester's taken over. We were assigned to watch the earth. Often, it was boring. The wars were very boring and the sex – you know, the repetition. Anyway, I was, uh... I was their captain. Isn't that strange?"

Sam turns around. "Cas, why are they pissed at us now?"

Cas ignores him and turns to Jamie. "You know, those racing dogs were absolutely miserable. They can only think in ovals."

Meg tugs on Cas's trench coat. "Castiel, you're gonna piss off the boss."

Dean sneers. "Cas, don't make me pull this car over! Why are angels after us?" He yells.

"Are you angry? Why are you angry?" Cas frowns.

Jamie rolls her eyes. "He pissed off the boss."

Dean stops. "No, I-I'm... Please, can we just stay on target?" He looks at Cas.

"There is no reason for anger. They're only following protocol. If the Word of God is revealed, a keeper of the Word will awaken, like this" He touches KEVIN's nose. "hot potato right here."

Kevin slaps his hand away. "Please stop that."

"Anyway, Garrison code dictates you take the keeper to the desert to learn the Word away from men." Cas explains.

Jamie perks up. "Oh that's why they call me the voice crying out in the desert."

Meg glances back at her. "For us non geeks?"

Jamie gives her a look. "Kevin goes into the desert to learn the Word, and once he learns it I will be called to proclaim it."

Dean sighs. "What kind of sense does that make? You two have to tell us now so that we can use it."

"That's God and his shiny red apples." Cas comments.

Kevin looks horrified. "I can't live in the desert. I-I'm applying to Princeton!"

Dean sighs. "Okay, you know what? Screw the Garrison. We need the tablet to end Sick Roman's "Soylent Us" crap."

Cas shrugs, leaning forward. "If you want the Word, you'll have to duck Hester and her soldiers."

Sam stares at him. "Yeah, you're in our corner, right, Cas?"

"No, I don't fight anymore. I watch the bees." He looks out the window and smiles.

Jamie shakes her head. "Castiel." Dean looks pointedly at Sam who sighs.

They finally make it to the cabin. Castiel is drawing a sigil on the wall in chalk. Jamie is standing behind him with Mark in her arms. Sam walks past holding a bucket of blood. "Let's leave off angel-proofing sigils or I'll be expelled, too."

Jamie nods. "And I don't want to chance Mark getting hurt." The amulet around his neck is still glowing. Jamie picks up it up and stares at it.

"As long as we're invisible to your Garrison buddies, it works for me." Sam tells him.

Dean and Kevin walk downstairs to the basement. "I'm sure you're pretty hungry, so once we get settled in upstairs, we'll get some dinner going."

Kevin comes to a halt at the foot of the stairs. Dean clears a space on the table, which is covered with knives. "This looks like a sex-torture dungeon. Is this a sex-torture dungeon?"

Dean picks up a scythe. He sighs, frustrated. "No, this is not a sex-torture... Get over here. Sit down and read, would you?"

Upstairs Jamie is playing with Mark on the floor. She uses her telekinesis to lift her keys in the air and move them in a circle. Mark watches them fascinated. Sam sits down near Castiel who is watching Jamie and Mark. "He's grown a lot since the last time I saw him too."

Castiel glances at him and then back at Jamie and Mark. "When Jamie became pregnant I swore I would watch over her and the baby. I failed. Dean had to " He looks down. "fill the role that should have been mine."

Sam smiles. "I don't think he minded."

Cas looks up. "I wanted it to be different…but I don't know how to be a father."

Sam nods. "It's not like you had much of a role model to look up to. But you're here now."

Cas sighs, playing with a ceramic rabbit. "You seem troubled. Of course, that's a primary aspect of your personality, so I sometimes ignore it."

Sam sighs. "Okay. Um... right now I'm just wondering about you."

Cas looks at him. "What about me?" He pauses. "You're worried about the burden I lifted from you." He smiles.

Sam looks down. "I think I was done for." He says quietly. He looks up at Cas. "Do you see Lucifer?"

Cas frowns a little. "I did at first. But that was... It was a projection of yours, I think, sort of an aftertaste. Now I more see... well, everything." He smiles. "It's funny. I was – I was done for, too. The weight of all my mistakes, all those lives and souls lost, I... I couldn't take it, either. I was…" He sighs and then smiles again. "I was lost until I took on your pain. It's strange to think that that helped, but –"

Sam interrupts him. "I know you never did anything but try to help. I realize that, Cas, and I'm grateful. We're all grateful. And we're gonna help you get better, okay? No matter what it takes."

Cas gives him a weird look. "What do you mean, "better"?"

In the basement Dean is asleep in a chair and Kevin is writing at the table. His hands start to shake and his vision blurs. He stands up, hyperventilating.

"Kevin." Dean says with his eyes still closed.

"This is all too much. What's happened to my life? I'm just a kid from Michigan. I didn't want to be a Word-keeper!"

Dean sighs, opening his eyes and getting up. "Looks like we're brown-baggin' it." Hepicks up a brown paper bag. Jamie brings Mark downstairs to them. Dean smiles and takes Mark.

"I am not prepared to factor the supernatural into my…" Jamie puts the brown paper bag over Kevin's face. "World view."

Jamie rubs his back. "You're okay."

"Okay, there we go." Dean holds Mark on his hip and pats Kevin on the back. "That's it. That's it. Just breathe. Take it easy." Kevin holds onto the bag and breathes into it. "Oh, I don't know, man. What can I say? You've been chosen. And it sucks. Believe me. There's no use asking "why me?" 'Cause the angels – they don't care. I think maybe they just don't have the equipment to care. Seems like when they try, it just... breaks them apart." He stares down at Mark, sadly.

Jamie sighs. Dean kisses Mark's forehead and looks at Jamie. Kevin looks at Dean. "I just want to be the first Asian-American President of the United States."

Dean smiles. "Then do your homework." He sits back down with Mark in his lap and puts his feet up. Jamie goes and sits down on the stairs.

Meg enters the cabin later that night and is brought to a sudden halt by a devil's trap on the floor. Sam turns on the lights. Sam, Dean, Castiel, and Jamie are there. "Didn't expect to see you back." Sam tells her.

"Yeah, not without the King's army." Dean gestures towards Meg. "Knife."

"Now." Jamie demands.

Meg hands Dean the demon killing knife. "Typical. I save our bacon, and you're sitting here, waiting by a devil's trap. Seriously, I just killed two of Crowley's men. I could have gone the other way on that."

Jamie smirks. "How considerate of you."

Cas walks forward. He glances down at the blade. "It's true, incidentally. There's other demons' blood on that blade."

Sam turns to Meg. Meg sighs. "Look, I'm simpler than you think. I've figured one thing out about this world – just one, pretty much. You find a cause, and you serve it. Give yourself over, and it orders your life. Lucifer and Yellow Eyes – their mission was it for me."

Dean gives her a look. "So, what? We should trust you because you wanted to free Satan from Hell?"

Meg turns to him. "I'm talking "cause," douchebag, as in reason to get up in the morning. Obviously, these things shift over time. We learn, we grow. Now, for me currently, the cause is bringing down the King. And I know we'll need help to do it."

"Crowley ain't the problem this year." Dean shoots back.

"For once." Jamie mutters.

Meg rolls her eyes. "When are you gonna get it? Crowley's always the problem. He's just waiting for the right moment to strike. I know what I'm supposed to do. And it isn't screw with Sam, Jamie, and Dean or lose the only angel who'd go to bat for me."

Jamie sighs. Dean looks at her and then at Sam. Sam breaks the devil's trap with his foot.

"This is good – harmony and communication. Now our only problem is Hester." Jamie turns and looks at Castiel. "Well, here, we're hidden from the Garrison, but when you killed a demon, you put out a pretty clear beacon."

"Dean!" Jamie grabs unto her brother. Meg goes and stands on the other side of Cas.

"We need better angel-proofing now!" She yells. Just then the door breaks and bursts open. Hester, Inais, and a different male angel appear in the room. Dean, Jamie, Cas, and Sam turn.

"You took the Prophet from us?!" Hester yells.

Cas shrugs. "I'm – I'm sorry?"

Heaster stares at him in disgust. "You have fallen in every way imaginable."

Inais sighs, looking at Cas. "Please, Castiel. We have to follow the code. Help us do our work."

Dean looks at Inais. "He can't help you. He can't help anybody."

Jamie nods. "He can't even help himself."

Hester looks at the Winchesters. "Silence Prophetess." Jamie narrows her eyes. "We don't need his help... or his permission." She nods to Inais, who nods back. There is the sound of angel wings and Inais disappears. "The Keeper goes to the desert tonight." He reappears with Kevin.

"No!" Jamie steps toward Inais.

Dean also steps forward. "Whoa, whoa, whoa. Back off. We're actually trying to clean up one of your angel's messes! You know that."

Cas nods. "He's right. An angel brought the Leviathan back into this world, and – and they begged him. They begged him not to do it."

He looks toward Dean and Jamie. Jamie frowns. Dean turns to Hester. "Look, just give us some time, okay? We will take care of your Prophet."

Hester stares at him. "Why should we give you anything... After everything you have taken from us? The very touch of you corrupts. When Castiel first laid a hand on you in Hell, he was lost!" She cries. Dean stares her stone faced, but Jamie squeezes her eyes shut at the mention of Dean's time in hell. "For that, you're going to pay." Hester walks towards Dean. Jamie glances toward the bedroom where Mark is and then towards Dean. She pulls Dean back at step and holds him behind her. Cas grabs Hester's hands and turns her away from Dean.

"Please. They're the ones we were put here to protect."

Hester shakes her head."No, Castiel." She looks at Jamie. "And you, Prophetess. Don't think we're blind to the abomination you bred." Dean and Jamie swallow hard at the off-hand remark she makes against their son. "You are also fallen."

Jamie narrows her eyes. "Fallen?" Malice penetrates her voice. She opens her hands and fire erupts in her palms. "Ego vox clamantis in deserto. Ecce manum domini!"

Fire surges out of her hands. Hester's face is badly burned. Hester throws Jamie across the room, knocking her unconscious.

"Jamie!" Cas yells.

Hester backhands Castiel and he falls to the ground. Inais and the other male angel each hold up two fingers to stop Dean and Sam from going to Castiel's aid. "No more madness!" Hester punches Cas. "No more promises!" She punches him again. "No more new Gods!" She punches him repeatedly and then holds up an angel knife.

"Hester! No!" Inais grabs Hester's arm. "Please! There's so few of us left."

She punches Inais in the face with the hand holding the knife. Jamie wakes up. "You wanted free will. Now I'm making the choices."

"No!" Jamie yells holding her hand up.

Hester raises the knife. White light blazes from her chest and she falls to the ground. Meg has stabbed her. "What? Someone had to."

Inais heals Jamie and helps her up. She nods to him. Dean brings Mark to her and puts him in her arms. Mark looks up at Inais and giggles. Inais looks down at the baby and then to Castiel. "These are strange times."

Cas smiles. "I think they've always been."

Inais puts a hand on Cas's arm. "I wish you'd come with us."

Castiel puts his arm around Jamie. "Oh, I'm not part of the Garrison anymore, Inias. I'm sorry."

Dean walks over to Sam and Kevin, who are sitting at the table. Kevin gives Sam the notebook in which he has translated the stone tablet. "Thanks, Kevin. Not a lot of people could have handled this."

"You doing all right there, "chosen one"?" Dean asks him.

Kevin nods. "Yeah."

"Are you ready, Kevin Tran?" Two male angels each put a hand on Kevin's shoulder. Kevin holds the stone tablet. "Bring the Keeper to his home. We can watch over him there." The three angels and Kevin disappear.

Dean turns to Sam. "I couldn't find Meg anywhere."

Castiel and Jamie walk over. "Yes, well, she enjoys laying low." Cas tells him.

Jamie smirks. "I'm sure she'll turn up again soon." She gestures to the tablet. "Tell me that stone says how to kill the Leviathan."

Sam is reading the notebook. "Here." He points. "Leviathan cannot be slain but by a bone of a righteous mortal washed in the three bloods of the fallen."

Jamie rolls her eyes. "Oh that's all?"

"Uh... It says we need to start with the blood of a fallen angel."

The Winchesters all turns to Cas. "Well, you know me." He holds out a small bottle. "I'm always happy to bleed for the Winchesters." He hands the bottle, which is now filled with blood, to Dwan. Jamie looks at him and smiles.

"Thank you, Cas."

Castiel leans in as if to kiss her, but she pulls back and clears her throat. "You two need to go somewhere safe." He tells her, pointing to Mark.

Jamie nods slightly. Dean and Sam go over to Jamie. Mark whimpers reaching toward Dean. Dean takes him out of Jamie's arms and hugs him. "There's my boy. I'm gonna miss you too." Dean kisses his forehead and hands him to Sam.

"See you when this is all over." Sam puts him back in Jamie's arms. The siblings say goodbye to each other. Castiel puts his fingers on Jamie's forehead and she and Mark disappear.

"What are you gonna do, Cas?" Dean asks.

"I don't know." He smiles. "Isn't that amazing?" He disappears.

Sam goes back to reading the notebook. "Well, let's get to work." Dean claps Sam on the arm.

In a mountainous cabin, Jamie sits up in bed and gasps, her eyes wide. Castiel is standing over her. He looks at her questioningly. She looks terrified.