Jamie and Mark are standing at the door to Rufus's cabin when Dean walks out. He puts his hands on his sister's shoulders. Jamie nods over her shoulder and then takes Mark inside. Dean walks over to a vehicle parked in front of the cabin. Castiel is sitting in the driver's seat.

Jamie walks into the cabin carrying Mark. Sam greets her. She smiles and then frowns, acknowledging Meg. A few minutes later Dean and Cas walk inside. "Now, you understand I don't participate in aggressive activity." Cas tells Dean. He picks up a bone and sniffs it. Jamie cringes. "Mm. Sister Mary Constant. Good choice."

"Why'd you go to Meg, Cas?" Dean asks.

"When I left, I wanted to observe the flowers – and fruit. Flowers come first, obviously. But I heard nothing from them."

"You heard nothing from who?" Sam asks.

"The Garrison." Jamie and Cas answer at the same time. Jamie takes Mark into the bedroom.

Sam watches her go and then turns back at Cas. "What happened to the Garrison?"

"Well, finally, the silence was deafening, and Jamie was waking up with nightmares, so I went to look... to the home of the Prophet. You know, Leviathan can kill angels. There's a reason why Father locked them in Purgatory. They're the Piranha that would eat the whole aquarium. They're gone. The entire Garrison – dead. If there's anyone left at all, they're in hiding."

Dean looks confused, and perhaps a little worried. He walks towards Cas. "Um, I'm sorry. If the angels are dead, where's Kevin?"

Cas gets a look. "I could steal them from their cages, the monkeys. But where would I put them all?"

"Hey!" Dean claps his hands. "Focus. Is Kevin alive?"

"I don't want to fight." Cas says, very seriously.

"No, I'm not –" Dean pauses and then says very calmly "we're worried." He smiles.

Jamie comes out of the room. "They took him." She says, looking at both of her brothers. "But he's alive."

Castiel grins. "I felt such responsibility, but it's in your hands now."

Dean shakes his head. "Wait. Hold on a freakin' minute."

Cas turns away. "I feel much better."

Meg notices a bowl by the sink. "Guys, what's all that?" She points to the bowl. It's spell paraphernalia. Jamie walks over and looks at the bowl. "That's a demon summoning spell."

Sam nods. "We called Crowley."

Meg whirls around in horror. "You what?"

"Don't worry. He never showed." Dean turns back to Cas.

"What do you mean never –"

Dean turns to her and puts his arms out. "Do you see him anywhere? He stood us up."

Meg swallows with difficulty. "Well, I'm sorry about that, but I'm outie. He could still sh–"

"Show up at any time." Crowley appears behind them. "Hello, boys. Jamie. Sorry I'm late. This is an embarrassment of riches." He turns to Meg. "Stay, won't you. There's really nowhere to run." Meg runs for the door, but Crowley appears in front of her, blocking her exit. "Don't even think of smoking out, pussycat. I've got eyes all over the place."

"Leave her be."

Jamie closes her eyes and sighs, staying in her position near the door to the bedroom. Crowley turns and looks at Cas. "Castiel." He walks forward. "When last we spoke, you – well, enslaved me. I'm confused. Why aren't you dead?"

Cas has a deer in the headlights look. "I... don't know."

Crowley chuckles darkly. "Well, do you want to be? 'Cause I can help with that."

Jamie and Dean both move forward. Jamie goes to Cas' side and Dean inches in front of them. "Crowley if you take one step towards him…" Jamie's eyes narrow.

"All right, enough." Dean demands.

Crowley shakes his dead, glaring at the siblings. "It's enough when I say. I came here to help you. I find out you've been lying to me, harboring an angel, and not just any angel – the one angel I most want to crush between my teeth."

Meg snickers. "Oh, so you can crush angels now, huh?" She smirks.

Crowley growls, turning back to her. "You bore me. You know that? You have no sense of poetry." He turns back to Cas, renewed anger in his eyes. "Now, what do you have to say for yourself?"

Cas looks at the ground and starts to ramble. "Well, I'm still, uh, honing my communication strategy. I haven't even been back to Heaven. I-I keep thinking there are no insects up there, but here we have..." Dean smirks when Crowley looks at him confused. "trillions. You know, they're making honey and silk and... miracles, really."

"What are you talking about?" Crowley asks slowly.

Cas grins. "Um, preferring insects to angels, I guess. Here. I can offer a token, if you like." He holds up a plastic bag containing a yellow substance. "It's honey. I-I collected it myself."

Jamie and Sam look at each other. Sam looks terried. Jamie shrugs and gently pats Cas's shoulder, looking away. Crowley and Dean exchange another look. "You're off your rocker." Cas turns away. "He's off his rocker – is that it?" Crowley notices a glass of whiskey. "Karma's a bitch, isn't it?"

Jamie turns to Crowley. "You don't have to sleep with him."

Crowley helps himself to a glass of whiskey on the table. Dean sighs. "Look, did you come here to, uh, donkey-punch" Crowley sniffs the whiskey and puts the glass back down. "your old grudges or to help us end Dick? Pick a battle!"

Crowley shrugs looking at Dean. "Well, I'm vexed. I'd like to do both. But where's the fun in clobbering a ball of wet fur? Text me when Sparkles here retrieves his marbles, I suppose. Meanwhile... " he takes a vial of blood out of his jacket pocket "a prezzie."

Sam steps forward. "Really? Just boxed-up and ready to go?"

Crowley grins. "I'm a model of efficiency."

Sam raises an eyebrow. "Is that right? Then why were you late?"

He shrugs. "Dick had me in a devil trap. He's not an idiot. He knows what you three are after."

Jamie, Sam, and Dean look at each other in shock. Sam swallows. "So what did he offer you?"

Crowley shakes the vial. "A fair deal. In exchange for giving you the wrong blood. It's demon, but is it mine?"

Dean and Sam both turn back to Jamie at the same time. Jamie walks forward, crossing her arms. "You're not going to lie with the prophetess in the room. You're smarter than that."

Crowley smirks, looking at her. "You know I haven't seen you all season. Not since…ahh you gave birth to the little half breed. How is he? Is he here? I'd love to pop in on my little…godson." Jamie instinctively looks toward the bedroom. Crowley catches her look. Jamie gestures to Dean. He catches her terror and narrows his eyes, moving forward.

"You even think about touching my son…" He sneers.

"Your son? I see." The demon chuckles, playing with the vial. Not that he didn't suspect that Dean has been protecting something smaller and more precious than the world in this last year. "It's my blood. Real deal."

"And why should we trust you?" Dean retorts.

Crowley leans back in exasperation. "Good God, don't. Never trust anyone. A lesson I learned from my last business partner." He looks at Cas.

Dean casts a sideways glance at the angel before returning his attention to the demon. "All right. Give us the blood."

"Certainly. Oh, bonus. Meg, I'm gonna scoop you up, take you home, and roast you till you're jerky." Cas starts to move towards Crowley. Jamie grabs his trenchcoat and yanks him back. Crowley sees this. He grins. "But not... yet. Cas can have you for now. Hilariously, it seems he'd be upset at losing you. Much to Jamie's displeasure, I see. And she and the boys need Cas to get Dick. Don't they, Cas?"

He looks away. "Oh, I – I don't fight anymore."

Crowley shakes his head. "Come on. Given the particulars of your enemy, sadly, you're vital." He tosses the vial of blood to Sam, and disappears. Jamie runs to the bedroom, Dean on her heels. They both sigh in relief, watching Mark asleep on the bed. Dean puts his arm around her and half-hugs her.

Castiel immediately walks to Meg in concern. "Are you alright?" She swallows her fear and puts on the mask, nodding.

Sam brings the blood over to the table where the other ingredients are laying. Dean walks over and grabs the notebook. He opens it and starts reading. Sam looks over his shoulder while he assembles the spell. Jamie walks over and holds her hand over one of the candles. It lights automatically. "Guess I won't need a lighter anymore." Sam scoffs softly, giving her a smile. Dean however frowns.

"Well, one thing's for sure – we only get one shot." Dean puts the notebook down. Sam holds the vial of Crowley's blood over the bowl, which has the other blood in it. Jamie stands in front of them, putting down a second bowl containing the bone. "This thing don't reload." He says gravely, eyeing both siblings.

Sam looks at him. "You think Crowley's, uh..."

Jamie pipes up. "Double-crossing us?"

"Yeah."

Dean shrugs. "You've got to figure who he wants dead more – us or Dick."

Sam nods. "Depends what Dick offered. Here we go." He pours the blood from the vial into the bowl. "Okay. Um… " He picks up the bowl. "so do we, uh..."

Dean looks at him. "Uh, there's no magic words – nothing." He looks at Jamie.

She shrugs. "We just... just go."

Sam nods. "All right, then." He pours the blood from the bowl onto the Sister Mary Constant's bone. The siblings wait, but nothing happens.

Dean looks around. "Where's all the thunder and lightning?"

Sam shrugs. "Uh... maybe it worked?"

Jamie stares at the bowl. "Um…I think it worked."

Dean shakes his head. "Awesome." The siblings hear the sound of angel wings and a hand appears on Dean's shoulder, startling all three siblings. The hand belongs to Cas, who is holding plates of sandwiches.

"So, none of this should cause you any ill effect. I went to a little farm in Normandy for the wheat and the lettuce and tomato and – and I thoroughly examined and comforted the pig before I... slaughtered it for the ham. Here." He holds a plate out to Dean. "You need your strength."

Dean takes the plate. "Thanks, Cas."

Cas holds another plate to Jamie. "For the beautiful, wonderful, amazing mother." He grins.

Jamie raises an eyebrow. "Yeah." She takes the plate.

Cas holds the last plate out to Sam, but Sam doesn't take it. "Cas, why was Crowley so certain that you need to come with us?"

Cas looks away. "Crowley's wrong. I'll be waiting right here." He's obviously laying, but he tries to smile and cover it up. "But please – accept this sandwich as a gesture of solidarity."

Sam looks uneasily down at the plate. Jamie picks up the sandwhich and then puts it back down. Mark's wails split the air. Dean and Jamie both look towards the bedroom. "Mark's hungry." She puts her plate down and hurries to the bedroom. Cas looks sadly at her abandoned plate. Dean sees this.

"I'll…uh…take this to her." He gives Cas a smile, picking up Jamie's plate and walking towards the bedroom. Sam looks at Cas and forces a smile.

Dean is sitting with his hands clasped, looking at Bobby's flask. Sam is on the phone. Jamie stands behind Dean. He reaches up and grabs her hand. She moves over and sits next to him.

"Okay, thanks." Sam hangs up. Meg is back, she's sitting in the corner drinking a beer. "She's fine. Checking out of the hospital tonight."

Castiel walks in. "Well, that's positive." He holds out a plate containing a sandwich to Sam.

Meg looks at the boys. "Tell me again why you turned tail for some maid." Cas puts a sandwich in front of Dean. "You were right there."

"Shut up, Meg." Dean says firmly.

"Because Dick made more Dicks." Castiel, Jamie, and Dean look at Sam. "He must've kept a chunk of the original Dick Roman somewhere. Uh, they'd all have to touch it."

Castiel hurries to the sink to begin drying dishes. Mark is sitting on the floor and Cas hands him dried dishes to play with. Dean leans over to look at him. "Hey, shifty, what's your problem?"

Cas looks up. "Do we need a cat? Doesn't this place feel one species short? Or maybe a dog? I'm sure Mark would love a dog."

"You got anything to say on the topic of Dicks?" Dean asks, noticing Cas's uneasy demeanor. "Crowley was pretty sure that you could help."

"I can't help. You understand? I can't." He declares. "I destroyed... everything, and I will destroy everything again. Can we please just leave it at that?"

Jamie squeezes her brother's shoulder. "Dean."

"No." He gets up. "No, we can't." He walks toward Cas.

"Dean..." Sam says softly.

Dean ignores him. "We can't leave it. You let these friggin' things in. So you don't get to make a sandwich. You don't get a damned cat. Nobody cares that you're broken, Cas. Clean up your mess!" He yells.

Castiel puts down the dish he is holding and walks over to Dean. "You know... we should play Twister."

Sam and Dean look at each other. Castiel disappears. Jamie stares at the spot he vacated. "Castiel! Damnit." She picks Mark up from the floor.

Meg chuckles. "Nice. You scared off the Empire's only hope."

Dean sighs and turns at her with a glare. "Meaning?"

Meg grins. "It occur to you every one of those things was in Cas?"

Jamie rolls her eyes. "Enough with the sarcasm, Meg." She turns to Sam and Dean. "Cas knows them. He can see past the meatsuits."

Sam nods understanding. "So, he'll be able to spot the real... fake Dick Roman."

Meg nods. "Gold star, sugarpants. Too bad he's Fruit Loops. You might've had a chance."

Dean hears a noise behind him and turns. Castiel is playing Twister on the floor. Mark giggles and reaches out towards him. Jamie and Dean stare a look.

A while later, Dean is looking at footage from the Sucrocorp office on the laptop. "There's no real point in looking for a tell. They all downloaded Dick's brain. They've all got the same tells."

Sam looks over his shoulder. "All right, then maybe the question is, what would the real Dick be doing?"

Bobby appears. Jamie walks in from the bedroom. "Bobby." Dean turns around, startled. Sam looks in Bobby's direction.

"Is that the best you can do? Idjits."

Sam sighs. "Bobby. We didn't know if you'd, uh –"

Bobby looks at him wide-eyed. "Well, you should've. You got the flask. Dumb. You should've burned it right off."

Sam frowns. Dean shakes his head. "Bobby –"

"I'm still jonesing to go back... grab some poor bastard, kamikaze 'em going after Dick. It's bad." He rubs his shoulder, grabbing at it like a addict coming off of withdrawl. Jamie swallows hard and closes her eyes.

The laptop plays a news interview with Dick Roman. "America is for go-getters. Folks who get off their butts and make it happen."

Jamie sighs. "Dean, turn that off."

Dean closes the laptop and gets up, staring at Bobby. Bobby walks forward. "Let's be real." He turns to Sam. "I damn near killed you. And that woman."

Sam shakes his head. "It wasn't your fault, Bobby – not really."

Bobby shakes his head. His voice is full of despair. "Right. That's just what ghosts turn into. Well I really bet the farm I could outsmart that."

Dean walks over and puts his hands on Jamie's shoulders. Her face glistens with tears. He squeezes her shoulders and finally looks at Bobby. "So, what's it feel like?"

Bobby looks at him. "What? Going vengeful?" He looks everywhere but Dean. "It's an itch you can't scratch out." He turns to Sam and his voice is full of desperation, he sounds like he's going to cry. "Look... I'm done." Sam looks away. Bobby looks at Jamie. "Go get Dick. But don't do it 'cause you think it'll scratch the itch. Do it 'cause it's the job." He turns to Dean. "And when it's your time... go."

Jamie nods, wiping her eyes. She remembers something Dean said to her. Years ago. Back right after their father died. "What's dead should stay dead." She whispers, looking at Bobby. Her brothers stare at him sadly, both with tears in their eyes.

Dean readies a fire. Jamie is holding Mark who is watching the flames with interest. Dean, Sam, and Jamie stare at their surrogate uncle. Jamie stiffens her sobs. Bobby, however, looks hopeful. "Here's to... running into you three on the other side. Only... not too soon. All right?" He turns to look at Mark. Jamie brings him closer. "Wide eyed little nipper, aint ya? Just like his Mama." He gestures to Dean's necklace around his neck. "Your idjit uncles are gonna raise you to be a great hunter some day. Be good to your Ma, understand?"

Jamie wipes her eyes, placing her lips on her son's head. "We love you, Bobby." She whispers. Dean tosses the flask minus its leather cover onto the coals. It slowly melts. The light from Bobby burning up is reflected on Dean, Jamie and Sam's faces. The flask continues to melt and the light goes out. Dean, Jamie, and Sam look sadly at each other. Castiel watches from the stairs.

Later that night Jamie is sitting on the bed, watching Mark sleep. Dean stands in the doorway. She can feel him watching her. After a moment, she gets up and walks over to him. "This isn't going to end well."

"I know. I can feel it too." His voice is grave. His sister looks at him with tears in her eyes. He can't bare to see her cry. He curses himself for putting her through this, through all of this. And wonders if his father wasn't right all along. If she had been better off forgetting who she was and where she came from.

She hears his thoughts and shakes her head, casting his doubts aside. This is who they are, and neither of them can change it. This bond, this love between them is both their blessing and their curse. It binds them on earth, in hell, and in heaven, it endures all things, and it cannot be unbroken. She opens her mouth and softly begins to sing. "Fare thee well my own true love. Farewell for a while." She laughs at the stupidity of the song, but it softens some of the tension.

He swallows with difficultly. "Im going away, but Ill be back, Though I go 10,000 miles. 10,000 miles,
my own true love. 10,000 miles or more." He takes her into his arms. "The rocks may melt, and the seas may burn if I should not return." The feeling of dread is knotted in his stomach now, its worse when he sees his sister, so terrified that she trembles in his grip.

Jamie moves her hair out of her face as she leans against his chest. It takes her a minute. "Oh dont you see, that lonesome dove sitting on an ivy tree." The tears come swiftly and she clenches Dean just a little tighter. "She's weeping for her own true love, as I shall weep for mine. Oh come ye back, my own true love, and stay a while with me."

His voice is hoarse as his own tears starts to flow. "If I had a friend all on this earth. You've been a friend to me."

She buries her face in his shirt. "What do you want me to do?"

He laces his fingers through her hair, pulling her head back so that their eyes meet. He stares into those sapphire eyes, as deep and dark as his own emeralds. "Take care of our son. Stay alive for him." He pushes her back and walks away, not allowing himself to look back. The time for softness has past. He can no longer be the brother, the father, even the lover. Instead he has to be the warrior, the hunter, and so he doesn't look back.

She understands, but she cannot separate her roles anymore. She must be both hunter and mother, warrior and sister and lover. It's the only way to ensure her son survives. And so she watches him go, heart heavy and eyes mourning.

Later Jamie is again watching Mark sleep. It's late afternoon now. She knows that the deed has been done. She can feel it. She looks up and sees a white light coming from outside the door. She glances towards Mark, carefully eyeing the devil's trap by the bed, and then steps outside the bedroom. A ghostly figure of a girl with strawberry blonde hair is hovering in front of her. Jamie takes a step back.

"Don't worry. I'm not here to hurt you."

"Famous last words. What do you want?"

The light fades. The girl looks strangely like Dean and Jamie realizes she's Emma, the Amazonian woman's daughter. "I'm Dean's daughter. I've come to tell you that Dean and Castiel have been sent to Purgatory and they are in danger. My father needs your help."

She can't allow herself to react to the news. Though she knows in her heart that her brother has again left this plane, the threat is still before her. Her eyes narrow in suspicion. "Why are you helping him?"

The girl doesn't seemed shock by her suspicions. She's strangely calm. "Because my father is a righteous man, pity was taken on my soul. It resides in Purgatory, waiting for reincarnation."

"You need Dean to get your soul…yeah that really sounds noble."

"You don't understand. My soul has been cleansed; it needs only a womb to grow in. And my father needs help. If he does not escape Purgatory, he will die."

"I get that. I'll find Dean. But I don't trust you; I'm certainly not going to find a womb for you." Emma disappears. "Hey!" Jamie looks around and sighs. If Dean is still alive, perhaps her power can reach him. Perhaps it's grown strong enough to sense him as she was able to sense Sam. She closes her eyes. "Dean…" Dean looks around the dark, desolate forest and hears the rustling of the watching monsters. "Dean? Dean!"

Dean whirls around, away from the predatory eyes that seem ready to devour him. "Jamie?" He calls into the darkness, looking for the source of his sister's voice.

She opens her eyes, now glowing in the darkness. She can see the path ahead, as clear as day and surely as if it was laid before her own feet. "Follow my voice if you want to live, Dean."