The walls were gray. Not a dark off white that might be reflected gray in the right low light, but gray. Actual gray. The color of the sky before a soaking rain. Her son noticed the color. Even as he played on the sky blue carpet, his toys floating in the air around him, he noticed. And Jamie's heart sank. She glanced down at her daughter and kissed her forehead. The little girl was starting to smile now. And she broke out into a toothless grin at the feeling of her mother's lips on her forehead, buried in her soft but thick auburn hair.
Across from Jamie sat a tall, dark haired man with tired blue eyes and the stoic expression of an aged hunter, although he was only 34 he looked older. He had a scar on one cheek and his hands were rough and calloused. Beside him sat a slight, serious, black haired woman, with olive skin and the dark eyes of a Cherokee maiden. They were Aaron and Robyn Jefferson; once upon a time they had been two of Jamie's closest friends. She was Robyn's maid of honor in the small on-the-fly-between-jobs wedding they had about ten years ago. More than ten, Jamie corrected herself, because she hadn't yet turned twenty at the time. Aaron was AJ's older brother, and he still to this day blamed her for AJ's death, not that he wasn't right to do so.
They had their moments in the last seven years, the apocalypse for one, when he would put aside the blame for awhile, for a job or two, because he may be eternally pissed at Jamie for his brother's death, but he wasn't going to disregard the fact that he had been the one to name her the Vampire Slayer, that he was the one who first recognized her natural ability an exorcist. He saw it in her when she first started riding with them. Like he saw the potential in the raw orphan that had been Dan Rivers, AJ's best friend and the fourth member of their company, another death that was on her hands. She hated the way Aaron looked at her now, though she deserved it, but she saw him as her surrogate older brother, and if AJ had lived he would have been.
Robyn was different. She was almost full-blooded Cherokee, and she had visions. Nothing close to what Jamie could do, but it was the hereditary gift of her people, it marked her as a future leader of the tribe. And she was already fully aware of the supernatural when she met Aaron, it made their bond that much stronger. She told Jamie after AJ died that it wasn't her fault, that none of what happened would ever be her fault. Jamie didn't truly believe her, but at least she wasn't completely thrown out of the group she considered her family.
"How are Aria and Raven?" She didn't often inquire about the two young girls that should have been her nieces. Not that Aaron would tell her about them to begin with. She knew Aria was around 7, having been born not long after AJ died. Raven had to be 4 then, at least. She had only seen them once, when she and Aaron had gotten back early from a hunt and Robyn insisted she stay for dinner, but she remembered that they were both dark haired and beautiful like their mother, although Aria had the famous Jefferson blue eyes. They stood out so perfectly with her otherwise dark coloring, and when Jamie had noticed them she immediately saw AJ in them. She tried to remember if she had been pregnant with Mark yet, since he and Raven were only a year or so apart.
"They're good." Robyn answered with a smile. "They both go to school on the reservation. Raven will be finishing pre-K in another two weeks."
"Is…Is the reservation school good?" Her voice wavered a little. She tried to remain strong through this. But how does one remain strong when giving up their children?
"It's good. They like it. It's run by the Jesuits, so it's really good. Most of the students go to college." It didn't really matter. Jamie's instructions were very specific that her children were to be raised hunters, she knew Dean strongly objected to this, but if they failed, if they were before the gates were shut, their children would be in grave danger for different reasons. Mark because he was half angel, and she knew the moment she and Dean were dead Naomi would go looking for the boy. Emmy because she was full blooded Winchester, Dean's biological daughter, Crowley would seek her out just on that alone, to ensure that she could never reap revenge for her parents, nevermind the fact that she was born of the prophetess and therefore likely to be in line to inherit that power. They needed to know how to protect themselves. Robyn tried to smile when she saw Jamie's frown. "We'll keep them safe, Jamie. We'll protect them. They'll grow up strong, and we won't let them forget where they came from."
"Jamie." Aaron's voice was low and grave. "Don't think I'm doing this because of you." That stung. It stung a lot. "I'm doing this because AJ would have wanted this. Because Mom would come back from her grave and kick my ass, and so would Dad, if I didn't." Jacki Jefferson, the woman who had been so kind to Jamie, taking her in just after Mark was born, letting her live under the guise of being her daughter to protect her and her newborn son from the Leviathan, had died the summer when Dean was still in purgatory. It had forced Jamie to live on her own again. To stop hunting, really, to protect her son while searching for her brother. It had spelled the beginning of the end for Jamie's hunting career long before Emmy was born. "We'll take care of your kids, but promise me, swear to me, if you don't slam those gates shut you'll die trying. Come back with the job done, or don't come back at all."
"Aaron-" Robyn started to say.
"No." Jamie shook her head. "He's right. I swear to you, Dean, Sam, and I will shut the gates, or we will die trying." She nodded, though tears started to come. She had to leave. She had to get back to help Dean and Sam. They had a demon to cleanse and the gates of hell to shut. Her one consolation was that Crowley was targeting the people her brothers saved, not the ones she had saved. In her vision Crowley was using the books Chuck had written, and she was but a reoccurring character in those. Her own hunts were never apart of those books. She looked down at her daughter and kissed her forehead again. "I love you so much Mary Emilia. So much. You are my little sunshine. My Emmy, my emerald. Your daddy calls you the light of his life. Don't forget." Carefully she put her daughter into Robyn's arms. "She's still breast fed, and um, I brought a bunch of milk but if it runs out, obviously-"
"Oh! Don't worry, my sister just had a baby a few months ago, she's still breast feeding." Robyn gave her a reassuring smile. She glanced down at the baby in her arms and then at Jamie. "She looks just-"
"Like me but with Dean's eyes. Yeah. I know." Jamie finished, trying to smile even as tears came. "She…Dean and I agreed on the name Victoria Marie Williams. Tori, heh." She wiped her eyes.
"It's pretty. Tori. I like it." Robyn gave her a one armed hug.
Jamie pulled back and called her son over. "Marcus." The name felt weird but she never called him that, not since the moment of his birth. She might never get the chance again. "Mark. Hey." She bent down to hug her son. "Hey, remember what I told you. Be good, listen to Uncle Aaron and Aunt Robyn. Do what they tell you, Marcus Robert John Winchester."
"Eat veggies. Watch Emmy." The toddler said, though he began to cry. His telepathic powers were already starting to develop and he knew that his mother and father were leaving, and might not come back. "And my names Caleb Willums." He added.
"Caleb Michael Williams." She said softly, kissing him and pulling him into another hug. "I love you so much, Mark. Don't ever, ever forget it. You have to take care of your sister, and make sure she knows that Daddy and I loved her too. She is your responsibility now." It hurt her to know that she was echoing her father's instructions to Dean. That she was repeating the cycle with her own children. That her young son was going to raise his sister the way Dean had raised her and Sam.
"I love you, Mommy." He hugged her back and she got up, handing him over to Aaron.
Jamie took off her charm bracelet and put it in Mark's hands. "This has been in our family for a long time. Your great-grandparents Deanna and Samuel, they gave it to my mom, your grandma. And then your grandpa gave it to me. I want you to give it to your sister when she's big enough. Will you do that?" Mark nodded. Jamie took a watch out of her pocket and put it on Mark's wrist.
"Daddy's." He said softly, and then turned sapphire eyes to his mother.
"Daddy and I want you to have this. It has a compass inside here, so that you'll never be lost." She planted yet another kiss on his forehead. She took a shaking breath and stepped back. Aaron tried to smile, so did Robyn, but Jamie shook her head and hurried from the room.
"Are the kids safe?" Dean asked, opening the door to the bunker for her.
"Safe as they'll ever be." She told him. "I still don't think sending them to Aaron was a good idea."
"Crowley is focusing on the people me and Sam saved right? And he's keeping his demons locked up? Well to find our kids he has to one, make the connection that you would think of AJ, two know that AJ's real name is Andrew Jefferson, three know that AJ has a brother named Aaron, four know that Aaron is married to Robyn, five know that Robyn is native American and her surname is Red Sky, and six that they use Red Sky as their surname."
Jamie sighed and nodded. "Unless he has a confidant that knows a helluva lot about me from…shit!"
"What?"
"Aaron and I hunted together the year Lucifer was free. We just did a few small jobs in the south."
"Did you use an alias?"
"Yeah, Jace ."
Dean sighed. "Damnit."
"If I could find Cas, then maybe…"
"No. I'll handle this." Dean said, walking away.
Jamie frowned deeply. She puts her hand down on the table and suddenly she sees Jody in the bathroom. She's laying on the floor choking, her purse spilled out beside her. "Dean!" She yells coming out of the vision and running after him.
"You have less than one minute before a very dear, attractive, and slightly tipsy friend of yours snuffs it."
Dean, Sam, and Jamie are gathered around Dean's cellphone. Jamie has her arms crossed and looks worried. Sam is pain and shaking slightly. Dean just looks pissed. He slams his hand down on the table so hard the cellphone shakes. "Call it off, Crowley."
"Because?"
Dean looks towards Sam and Jamie. "Because it's over, you son of a bitch. We want to deal."
"30 seconds."
"We stop the trials, and you stop the killing." He explains.
"I want the Demon Tablet - the whole Demon Tablet."
Jamie looks toward Sam for a moment. He swallows thickly, watching Dean who pauses for a moment. "Fine, but then the Angel Tablet comes to us."
"On what grounds?"
"On the grounds that you're a douche bag and no douche bag should have that much power. Deal or not?" Jamie grabs Sam's hand as her brother rages off the cuff.
"First, I need to hear two little words." Dean, Sam, and Jamie all hold their breaths. "I surrender."
Dean rolls his eyes and looks off to Sam and Jamie without saying anything.
The Impala drives along a paved road and parks behind Kevin's car. The is digging and he looks behind him to where the cars are parked to see the Winchester siblings have arrived. HHe then goes back to digging. The sign over the hole has a picture of a devil and it has the words "Dave & Paul's Chili Pot Restaurant" written on it. Kevin comes out of the shallow hole holding a bag and he is taking the Demon tablet out of it.
Dean eyes the sign and then glances at Kevin. "You hid the Demon Tablet underneath the devil? Seriously?"
Kevin shrugs. "What? I was delirious." He places both pieces of the broken tablet together and they rebind into a complete tablet. He then hands it to Sam. "You sure this is gonna work?"
Sam looks at Jamie, who frowns when she glances at him. "What choice do we have?" Sam replies honestly.
Dean takes out the key box that holds the key for the Men of Letters bunker that and removes the key from the box. He hands it to Kevin as he speaks. "All right, listen, this is a secret lair. You understand me? No keggers."
"I don't have any friends." Kevin replies, almost too quickly.
"Yeah, well, just lay low. Who knows? You'll be a mathlete again before you know it." Dean turns away, and Sam and Jamie begin to follow him back to the car.
Kevin calls out to them. "You guys? You're doing the right thing."
The siblings look at each other and turn and walk back to their car.
Later the Impala pulls into Bobby's junk yard and stops near one of the old buildings on the lot. They get out and walk the lot. Jamie stops short seeing Bobby's old car. Dean and Sam stop behind her. The car which is overrun with weeds, dirt, rust and has plants growing through the engine. As they stare at their surrogate uncle's car a voice catches their attention.
"Hello, boys. Jamie." They turn to their right and see Crowley standing about 50 feet away from them. Dean looks around for anyone/anything else and he and Sam and Jamie walk towards him. "What's that old expression? Success has many fathers. Failure is a Winchester." He laughs. "Where's the stone?"
Dean shrugs. "You show us yours, and we'll show you ours."
Crowley smirks. "Really, Dean? I'm trying to conduct a professional negotiation here, and you want to talk dangly bits?" He gets serious again. "The stone." Sam starts to open his jacket and Crowley holds out his hand. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Slowly."
Sam slowly pulls the tablet from inside his jacket. He hands it over to Jamie who clutches it to her chest.
"There she is." Crowley shows that he brought the Angel Tablet by opening his jacket and showing that it's inside his jacket pocket.
"And the contract?" Dean asks. Crowley pulls a scroll that he throws out to unroll in the remaining 10 feet between him and the brothers. Dean looks down at the enormous contract. "Yeah, I'm sure there's no hidden agendas in there." He says, pointedly gesturing to the contract.
Crowley shrugs. "The highlights -we swap tablets, you stand down from the trials forever."
"You stop killing everyone we've ever saved." Sam shoots back.
"Agreed." Crowley tells him.
"And you stop hunting for my kids." Jamie sneers.
Crowley considers for a moment. "Hmm. I suppose that can be arranged." Dean reaches in his jacket and pulls out a pen to sign the contract with. He uncaps the pen. Crowley shakes his fingers. "Unh-unh-unh." He yanks back the contract a couple of feet. "Nice try, squirrel. Moose is doing these trials. Moose signs."
"No, no. He's not signing anything until I read the fine print." Sam yanks the pen from Dean. Jamie visibly tenses.
"I can read it." Sam hisses.
Dean shakes his head, indicating he isn't going to put up with Sam's stubbornness. "Hey, you wanted me here. I'm here. But I'll be damned if I'm gonna let him screw us even more."
"What's this? Trouble in paradise, boys?" Crowley chuckles.
Jamie turns around and shoves Sam and Dean apart. "Sam, let him read it." She gives her twin a pointedly stare. Sam sighs and backs down. Jamie then turns to Dean with the same look. "Calm down." She whisphers. Dean moves to grab the contract, Jamie stands defensively in front of Sam.
Crowley stares at Dean as he reads. "You're gonna move your lips the whole way up here, aren't you? You know why I always defeat you? It's your humanity. It's a built-in handicap. You always put emotion ahead of good, old-fashioned common sense. Let's have the big galoot sign it now, shall we?" As he speaks Dean moves closer and closer to him until there is no more than a foot between them and Sam and Jamie walk up as Crowley finishes speaking. Both of them nod at Dean, who very quickly slaps a pair of cuffs onto Crowley's right wrist. "Is this a joke? You realize all I have to do is..." He snaps his fingers as nothing happens and Dean smiles.
"Unh-unh-unh. Demonic handcuffs, jackass." He indicates the devil's trap engraved on the cuff. "No flicking, no teleporting, no smoking out - oh, and... no deal. Which pretty much means that you're our bitch."
"Fine. You want to play chain gang? Let's." Crowley reaches over and punches Dean in the face. Jamie moves forward but Sam grabs her shoulder and holds her back. Dean grunts. "You saddled yourself to the wrong bull, mate."
Dean punches Crowley in the face and then takes the Angel tablet out of his pocket and hands it to Sam who is standing behind him. Sam and Jamie put both tablets into their jackets. Crowley grunts.
Dean grabs a hold of the lapels on Crowley's jacket and shakes him. He lets go as he continues talking. "I can do this all day, 'cause you know what? Damn, it feels good! But sooner or later, you're gonna have to face it - you're ours. Which means that your demon ass is going to be a mortal ass pretty damn quick."
Crowley glances over Dean to Sam and Jamie. "What's he mouthing on about?"
"You made a mistake coming here. Should have sent one of your little minions." Jamie tells him, with a dark look.
Sam puts his hand on her shoulder. "You're the third trial, Crowley."
Crowley looks a little worried as he takes this in.
The Impala drives up a desolate wet dirt road next to a waterway and it pulls to a stop in front of a small abandoned church. Jamie kills the engine and she and Sam get out. Dean opens the passenger door and Sam helps him drag Crowley out. Jamie leads the way into the Church while the boys follow with the demon.
Inside the church Jamie and Sam chain Crowley to a chair while Dean sprays a devils trap around him. He shakes his chains a little to show his discomfort for being in them. Chains clank, rattle. "You really think this is gonna hold me, that you're gonna cure me or whatever it is?"
Jamie nods to Sam and he goes outside. She follows him. Dean, still holding the spray can, gives it one last shake then tosses it across the room and it hits a wall in the corner of the very small church. He smirks at Crowley and walks away.
Outside thunder rumbles. Dean walks over to where his siblings are at the back of the car with the trunk open. Jamie is helping Sam prepare for the next trial, she's filling a small canvas bag with salt. Sam is pouring holy oil into a jar.
"He's primed." Dean tells them, and then turns to Sam. "How you feeling?"
Sam looks up. "Honestly, for the first time in a long time, it feels like we're gonna win. I'm good." He chuckles.
Dean smiles and then nods to Jamie. "Jamie, what's the psychic prediction?"
Jamie blinks and then looks up. "So far so good."
Dean nods. "All right, well, no dancing in the end zone until we're finished. What's the good father's playbook say now?"
Jamie glances at the book. "We got consecrated ground. It's all up to Sammy now."
Sam places a lid on the jar. "I just, uh." He clears his throat. "I slip Crowley one dose of blood every hour for eight hours and seal the deal with a bloody-fist sandwich. That should do it.
Dean considers. "Your blood's supposed to be purified, isn't it? You ever, uh - you ever done the "forgive me, father" before?"
Sam shrugs. "Well, once, when we were kids. Which is why I have no clue what to say now."
"Well, I mean, I could give you suggestions if you want." Dean replies awkwardly.
Jamie sets the bag of salt aside. "Um. Hi. Raised in a convent." She gestures to herself. "Start small, work up to the big stuff."
"O-okay. Like what?"
"Abandoning Jamie, Ruby, killing Lilith, letting Lucifer out, losing your soul, not looking for me when I went to Purgatory." Dean interjects.
Jamie shifts uncomfortably. "Uh. Yeah. Well…"
"Thanks." Frustrated with Dean's comments Sam turns away and continues to fill a bag with needed items for the trial and when he is done he picks up the bag and walks toward the church.
"Or, hey, h-how about what you did to, uh, Penny Markle in the sixth grade? Why don't you lead with that?"
Sam turns to look at Dean. "Well, that was you."
Dean appears to think maybe Sam is right. Jamie elbows him hard in the ribs. "Carry on."
Sam looks at Dean with disdain and then turns and walks into the church. Jamie follows after him. Thunder rumbles.
Once inside the small church, Jamie points towards the confessional. She gives Sam a quick hug as she takes the supplies and goes to set them on the altar. Sam walks into a confessional and kneels as he closes the door behind him.
A few minutes later Jamie and Sam go back outside, but stop short seeing Castiel talking with Dean. "But I'm the only one in who can. I can't fail, Dean, not on this one. I need your help." Cas is saying.
As Dean speaks Jamie and Sam walk over to him. "Look, Cass, that's all well and good, okay, but you're asking me to leave Sam and Jamie, and we've got Crowley in there tied and trussed. Now, if anybody needs a chaperone while doing the heavy lifting, it's Sam."
"Well isn't that what Jamie's for?" Cas asks ignorantly.
"Jamie-" Dean starts to say.
"Jamie's what?" She asks, moving her hair back from her face and crossing her arms.
"You should go." Sam adds. Dean realizes his siblings were standing behind him and rolls his eyes then turns around to look at them. "Seriously." He adds.
"Oh, what, and leave you two here with the King of Hell? Come on."
"We got this." Jamie tells him firmly.
Sam nods. "And if you guys can lock the angels up, too...That's a good day." Thunder crashes.
Dean sighs. "Look, I... I'm down with sending the angels back to Heaven, just 'cause they're dicks. But the Demons? This is on us. Start the injections now. If I'm not back in eight hours, finish it, no questions, no hesitation. Jamie, you watch him, and if there are any complications-"
"It will be fine, Dean. We're going to do this." She tells him. "Go."
"Yeah." Sam agrees.
Castiel stares at Sam as Dean gathers items from the trunk. Once Dean is ready Castiel places a hand on his shoulder and the siblings hear rustling as they disappear. Sam sighs and looks at his sister. Jamie frowns.
Back inside the church Sam readies the syringe. Jamie is standing beside him. "Do you want me to help with that?" She asks softly. Sam looks up at her and moves the syringe into her grip. They stare a look and Jamie holds his arm, piercing his vein and drawing forth blood. Sam groans in pain, but Jamie holds his arm steady.
Behind them Crowley smirks. "You really think injecting me with human blood is gonna make me human?" Jamie withdraws the needle and Sam takes the syringe. "Did you read that on the back of a cereal box?" As he speaks Sam walks towards him and injects him in the neck with his blood.
Crowley groans in pain and then chuckles. "You're miles out of your league, moose. See you in an hour."
Sam walks away from Crowley and towards the altar table where Jamie is still standing. As he gets closer to the table he holds out his arms in front of him. His arms begin to have that same orange glow from before and he winces in pain and exhales sharply. Jamie grabs him around the shoulders and holds unto him, putting her cheek against his back and squeezing her eyes shut.
An hour passes. Jamie is staring at a cross on the wall that has only the hands and feet left on it. She touches the nailed feet, and reaches up to grab the saint's medal around her neck. She moves her hand away revealing that it depicts St. Michael the Archangel.
At the altar Sam looks at his watch he then turns around from the alter table to face Crowley and walks toward him with the needle filled with his purified blood. Jamie turns around as he sticks Crowley in the neck with it. "Sam!" Jamie rushes forward. As Sam turns to look at her Crowley uses the opportunity to bite a big chunk of flesh from Sam's arm. Sam grunts in pain.
"What the hell, Crowley?" Sam punches Crowley hard across the face. "Biting?! Seriously?!"
Jamie grabs Sam's injured arm and looks at it. "Come on." She leads Sam away towards the door of the church. The door opens and closes as they walk outside.
It's night. Jamie is sitting on the floor with her eyes closed. Sam is leaning against the altar watching Crowley. The demon chuckles. "How we doing, Moose? Ain't it about time for the next love injection?" He begins to sing. "Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes turn and face the strange…"As he sings Sam turns away from him and faces the alter table and as he does his arms begin to glow the orange glow again. Sam inhales sharply. Jamie opens her eyes. "ch-ch-changes just gonna have to be a different man time may change me, but I can't trace –"
Jamie gets up and goes over to Sam. The church begins to rumble and shake and the twins turn quickly to face Crowley who seems to not be alarmed by what's happening. The floor boards begin to crack until they reach the demon trap. "Sam, the trap!" Jamie yells in warning. "The crack penetrates the trap." Jamie rushes to get the spray can.
"Did you really think you could kidnap the King of Hell and no one was gonna notice, numb nuts?!" Crowley yells at Sam.
The church doors burst open as Abaddon enters. Jamie looks up and then looks towards Sam.
"Hello, boys. Jamie."
"That's my line. Abaddon? They told me you were dead." Crowley says in surprise.
Jamie is carefully and slowly moving towards Sam.
"So not."
"And the rest of the cavalry?"
"Oh, no, it's just little, old, unkillable me."
Sam reaches behind him for his gun that's sitting on the alter table but Abaddon uses her telekinetic power to toss Sam across the room in the church wall. He drops the gun to the floor. Crowley looks on and smiles. Jamie gestures for the gun and points it at Abaddon. She pulls the trigger at the same time Abaddon throws her into the wall. She slams into it headfirst and is knocked unconscious. The gun fires but does not hit anyone. Sam groans in pain and moves to stand up. "Jamie!"
"Brilliant. Why send in a few grunts when you can send in a knight? Say your prayers, Moose. And Nell, I do believe the train is a-coming for you." Abaddon uses her powers to toss Sam through a window that's behind him.
Crowley smiles. "That'll do. Undo these. I'll kill them myself." Abaddon walks from behind Crowley and faces him with a smirk on her face.
"That was an order, was it?"
"I am your King."
"About that..." She punches him in the face. She then punches him in the other hand. "Do you know what I find the most shocking about time-traveling through a closet and landing in the year 2013? She punches him several more times and the last punch hits so hard that his chair falls over and Crowley falls on his face. "Somebody thought it was a good idea to make you the King of Hell."
"You know what that boy's trying to do, right? He's trying to shut the Gates of Hell."
Behind them Jamie opens her eyes. "Sam, you alright?"
"I'm fine. You?" Sam voices echoes through her head.
"I think I'm bleeding. But no sudden movements right now.
"Fun. Any ideas?"
"One. I can torch her meatsuit. It won't kill her but it should buy you enough time to finish the trial."
"Right now you and I are gonna talk about regime change."
"You little whore." He shouts. "I am your k—"
As Abaddon cuts Crowley off to kick him in the face, Jamie quickly gets to her feet and rushes across the room. Sam slips in from the other side. Abaddon kicks Crowley in the face hard enough to knock him out. As she turns around she sees Sam and Jamie standing behind her. Jamie has her hand out, palm up, fingers clenched.
"I love the suit." She says sarcastically as she opens her hand. Fire swarms from her palm and hits Abaddon. She bursts into flames and begins to scream as she burns. Eventually escapes her demonic vessel in a demon black smoke. The smoke swirls around Sam and Jamie, but Jamie hitches up the sleeve of her black t-shirt, revealing her anti-possession tattoo. The smoke swirls out the broken window.
SAM places Crowley back to an upright position in his chair. Jamie looks out the broken window and then walks over to Sam.
"You did good back there, Nell. I'll deny it if you ever quote me, but I'm a proud man. I'm proud of you." Crowley tells him.
Jamie picks up the spray can to reapply to demon trap. "Thanks." She tells him. Sam nods to his sister.
"Hold on. Uh, w-what's that?" Crowley glances behind him towards Jamie.
"It's what it looks like." She replies repainting the trap.
"Are you joking? I just saved your lives."
Sam laughs. "Seriously?"
"Seriously? Me, seriously? We just shared a foxhole, you two and I. We beat back the Tet Offensive, outrun the -the Rape of Nanking together! And still you're gonna do me like this?!"Sam walks over to Crowley and pulls his head to the side and then sticks the needle into the side of his neck as Crowley yells in pain. He starts to talk with less of a British accent and seems to be speaking nonsense. "Aah! Aah! "Band of Brothers"? "The Pacific"? None of this means anything to you? All those motels, you never once watched HBO, not once? "Girls"? You're my Marnie, Moose. A-and Hannah - she just -she needs to be loved. She deserves it. Don't we all - you, me - we deserve to be loved. I deserve to be loved! I just want to be loved."
Sam and Jamie both look curiously at Crowley. "What?"
The demon seems to be confused by what he just said. "What?"
Another hour passes. Sam looks very drained and has a bandage around his arm where he has been taking the blood from. He undoes the bandage as Jamie picks up the syringe. She winces as she stabs the syringe in and begins to take more blood from his arm. Sam winces in pain as she does it.
Behind them Crowley starts to speak again. "Would it be possible, Moose...I'd like...to ask you a-a favor, Sam. Earlier, when you were confessing back there...what did you say? I only ask because, given my history...it raises the question... Where do I start...to even look for forgiveness? I mean..."
Jamie stares at Crowley, and then glances at Sam. Sam walks over to Crowley. "How about we start with this?" Sam holds the needle out to show that's what he means and Crowley tilts his head to the side to submit to taking the injection. Sam sticks the needle in Crowley's neck and he shows no pain but rather seems to be content with it.
Sam walks back over to Jamie, who crosses her arms as she glances at Crowley and then to her twin. Sam gives her a look and then holds out his hand. "I need to know what you see, Jamie." He whispers. "Tell it ends here."
Jamie takes his hand and inhales sharply. After a moment she lets go of his hand. "I don't see anything, Sam."
Sam sighs. "So you don't know if this is it?"
She shakes her head, and then pulls him into a hug. He hugs her back and then exhales sharply. Jamie grabs the book from the altar and holds it open to Sam. He starts to chant the words to purify Crowley. "Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, hanc animam redintegra, lustra."
Sam tosses the book he was reading the words from behind him and takes out his knife and begin to slice open his palm as the orange glow reappears. With his hand glowing orange Sam walks towards Crowley and is about to place his hand on him when Dean stops him.
"Sammy, stop!" Dean walks towards Sam with his hands up. "Easy there. Okay. Just take it easy. We got a slight change of plan."
Jamie walks over to Dean and Sam. "What? What's going on? Where's Cass?!" She asks, looking around as if expecting the angel to appear.
Dean looks past Sam to Jamie. "Metatron lied." Jamie's eyes widen as she takes this in. Dean looks back at Sam. "You finish this trial, you're dead, Sam."
Sam steps back and looks squarely at his brother. "So?" He quickly whirls around. As Dean and Jamie rush to stop him Sam slaps his hand on Crowley's mouth.
A blinding orange light raises from Crowley and Sam. Sam screams in pain as his entire body turns orange. Dean grabs Jamie and holds her down to protect her. The light pierces through the church spreads over all of them like a sonic boom. As it ends Dean and Jamie look over to see Sam's body lying on the floor, his eyes and mouth frozen open, lifeless. "NO!"
"NO!" Jamie yells coming out of the vision and, grabbing unto Sam before he can slap his hand over Crowley's mouth. "No, Sam. Don't."
Sam looks at her and steps back, breaking out of her grip. He gestures to Crowley. "Look at him. Look at him! Look how close we are! Other people will die if I don't finish this!"
Dean shakes his head. "Think about it. Think about what we know, huh? Pulling souls from hell, curing demons, hell, ganking a Hellhound! We have enough knowledge on our side to turn the tide here."
"But we can't do it without you." Jamie adds.
"You can barely do it with me. I mean, you think I screw up everything I try. You think I need a chaperone, remember?"
Dean sighs. "Come on, man. That's not what I meant."
"No, it's exactly what you meant. You want to know what I confessed in there? What my greatest sin was? It was how many times I let you down. Both of you. I can't do that again."
"Sam –" Jamie starts to say.
"What happens when you two've decided I can't be trusted again? Jamie, you gonna leave us again, for months and months at a time. And I mean, Dean who are you gonna turn to next time instead of me? Another angel, another - another vampire? Do you have any idea what it feels like to watch your brother just –
Dean steps forward. "Hold on, hold on! You seriously think that? Because none of it - none of it - is true. Listen, man, I know we've had our disagreements, okay? Hell, I know I've said some junk that set you back on your heels. But, Sammy...come on. I killed Benny to save you. I'm willing to let this bastard and all the sons of bitches that killed mom walk because of you. Don't you dare think that there is anything, past or present, that I would put in front of you! It has never been like that, ever! I need you to see that. I'm begging you."
"We're both begging you." Jamie whispers quietly.
Sam pauses for a moment and then looks towards his brother and sister. "How do I stop?" He squeezes his hand as blood drips out onto the floor the orange glow is a little brighter but then starts to fade.
"Just let it go." Dean tells him.
"I can't. It's in me, Dean. You don't know what this feels like." Dean wraps a bandanna around Sam's cut.
"Hey, listen,we will figure it out, okay, just like we always do. Come on." Jamie tells him.
Dean grabs Sam and pulls him in for a tight hug. Jamie joins the hug. "Come on. Let it go, okay? Let it go, brother." Dean whispers.
The orange glow in Sam's arms starts to fade. Sam backs away from Dean and Jamie to look at his arms as the orange glow fades. "Hey, guys." He gestures to his arms.
Dean smiles, wrapping an arm around Jamie's neck. "See?"
Sam starts breathing shakily then doubles over in pain. "Sammy!" Jamie and Dean rush forward.
Dean and Jamie are carrying Sam out of the church, one on each side supporting him. "Sam? I got you, little brother. You're gonna be just fine." Dean tells him.
Sam groans and falls next to the Impala in severe pain. "Stay with us, Sam." Jamie tells him, her hand hovering over his chest. "Sam, Sam?"
"Cass?!" Dean yells as Sam starts to wheeze. "Castiel?! Where the hell are you?" He looks down at Sam. "Sammy!" Sam starts having trouble breathing, he gasps for breath and his color is deathly pale. Jamie grabs unto his hand and leans against him.
"His pulse is weakening." Jamie hisses, her free hand against Sam's neck as she looks over at Dean in terror. "Dean, what do we do?"
Just as Dean starts to answer as bright balls of light appear in the sky. Dean, Sam, and Jamie watch in horror as they begin fall from the sky. "No, Cas." Dean mutters.
Jamie gasps outloud, seeing the wings of one angel seal off as he falls to the earth. "What's happening?" Sam asks, breathing heavily.
"Angels." Dean's eyes are wide with alarm as he watches all the angels fall. "They're falling."
Jamie reaches across Sam and grabs Dean's arm with her free hand. "Mark." She whispers, terror more prominent on her face. As quickly as the lights appeared they all vanish, leaving nothing but blackness.