The scene fades in to Dean and Jamie standing in front of a burning pyre. Jamie has dirt on her face and her jeans are stained, obviously fresh from whatever case she was working, and Dean is still wearing his denim collared shirt. The night is cold, and quiet, Jamie wraps her black canvas jacket tighter around her chest, tears stream down her face as Dean looks on in utter despair.
When they get back to the bunker Dean looks around while Jamie takes off her jacket and sinks down into a chair. The wall is slightly scorned in the corner where Kevin died and both siblings stare at it for a moment. Dean's eyes fall on the half eaten sandwich and unfinished milk on the table with the prophet's notes, and finally Kevin's cellphone. He picks it up and looks at it. A picture of Kevin and his mom comes up. Dean stares at it for a few moments and then throws it forcefully to the ground in anger. He then shoves the books off the table and throws the lamp to the floor. Jamie rises up slowly and walks over to him. Wordlessly she puts her hands on his face. He stops taking a breath that shakes his chest, staring into her eyes.
"Something's wrong." Jamie is sitting on their bed, wearing a gray tank top and jeans, her black collar shirt on the bed beside her. Tears are dried against her cheeks. There's a discarded brush on the floor where it has dropped from her grip. The small trashcan is beside her leg, and she's holding Ruby's knife, slicing through wet locks of dirty blonde and faded brown with the sharp blade.
Dean stands behind her, a towel around his waist, jeans and his red plaid shirt in hand. "Yeah." He says, his voice grave and monotone.
"No, I mean…" She reaches up and puts her fingers into her hair, pulling her fingers through it, ridding her head of now dead, mangled strains. "When…when Kevin was called, I felt it. It woke me from a dead sleep. I haven't felt anything like that." Dean doesn't visibly react. "I think the prophets are gone. I think Metatron did something. I think it's finally gone for good. I'm not the prophetess anymore, and I never will be again."
She hands him his duffel as he sorts through weapons, choosing all his favorites. Hers is packed, zipped, laying on the table beside his. "Dean." She and Dean look up to see Cas standing there. His tie is missing but he's wearing a tan trenchcoat again, though this one is shorter, just barely grazing his thighs. "Jamie." He nods to her in acknowledgement; she gives him a weak smile.
Dean stares at him for a moment. "Cas. Now, look at you, all suited up and back in the game."
"I, um... I came as soon as you called. I wa—" He stops when he notices the broken lamp on the floor. His eyes travel to the strewn books and papers and the broken chair. He is immediately concerned for his friend. "Dean, what happened? What's wrong?" Dean stops his packing and his face melts in emotion as he looks to his friend.
"It's a long story." He finally says.
"I've…got time."
Dean sighs, glancing over to Jamie. She looks at him and then looks away. He pulls out a chair and sits down, Cas walks over and does the same. Silently he listens to Dean's story. When he finishes Dean stares Cas dead in the face, emotions running over. "Sammy was dying. What was I supposed to do?"
"You let an angel possess him?" Cas asks, trying to wrap his mind around the newest revelation.
"He said it was the only way, and I believed him. Now Sam's gone. Kevin's..." Jamie puts her hand on his brother's shoulder, a tear running down her face.
Cas frowns. "Dean, I'm sorry.
Dean shakes his head. "Yeah, well... Sorry don't pay the bills, does it?" He slaps the table angrily, getting up and turning away. "It sure as hell ain't gonna bring Kevin back." He bites his lip, thinking about. "We got to find that son of a bitch."
Cas looks at Jamie and then back to Dean. "Dean. If the angel possessing Sam isn't Ezekiel, then who is it?"
Dean turns without missing a beat. "A dead man walking." Jamie crosses her arms, turning and walking away from her brother and his angel. Thinking, trying to remember something. Something she should know.
"What, you're gonna destroy him?" She hears Cas ask in the background.
"Damn right."
"You kill an angel, its vessel dies, too."
Dean frowns and walks back to the table. "Think I don't know that? If I don't end Sam and that halo burns him out and I..." Emotions again. He shakes his head repeatedly, looking down at the table and his hands. "God, I was so damn stupid."
Cas slowly gets up. "You were stupid for the right reasons." Jamie smiles at the conviction in Cas's voice, even though she doesn't turn around to look at them.
"Yeah, like that matters."
"It does. Sometimes that's all that matters." Jamie finally turns back around, walking back over and standing on Dean's other side. "Listen to me. Sam is strong. If he knew an angel was possessing him, he could fight. He could cast the angel out."
"Maybe." Dean straightens, his voice laced with frustration. "But as far as I know, he's in the dark. I don't know how we clue him in." He gestures at Jamie. "Jamie doesn't have her powers anymore." He looks at her. "Can you even talk to Sam? You know the-the psychic thing."
Jamie shakes her head. "No. That's gone too. I can't even hear what you're thinking."
Cas frowns, crossing his arms. After a minute he glances at the siblings. "Do you remember Alfie?"
"Samandriel?" Jamie asks.
Dean glances at her and then looks at Cas. "The kid angel? Yeah. Why?"
"Before he died, he told me the demons were able to dig into his mind, access his coding. We might be able to do that here. Might be able to - to bypass the angel and talk directly to Sam."
"And you think that would work?"
"I don't know, but I think we should try."
"Okay. Um, where do we start?"
Jamie clears her throat. Dean and Cas both turn to look at her. She points to the floor.
The three of them walk into the dugeon where Crowley is still chained to the table. "Hello, boys." His eyes flicker over to Jamie. "Jamie. Long time no see. I've missed you."
"Yeah?" Jamie smirks. "I've missed your screams." Crowley grins in delight.
Dean rolls his eyes. "Here's the deal - you're gonna tell us how to hack an angel, and I'm gonna give you some of the good stuff." He holds up a syringe of blood. "Human blood, fresh from the tap." He pats his own arm. "Word is you're jonesing for it."
Crowley scoffs. "Please. I'll pass."
Castiel narrows his eyes. "What do you want, then?"
Crowley considers this. "Well, for starters... A massage. Between the sitting and the shackles, a body gets a little stiff."
"Yeah, I ain't rubbing you."
Jamie almost laughs at the disgust in her brother's voice. She might have, if the crushing reality of the last few hours didn't way so heavily on her conscious. If she had come out of it just a few minutes earlier Kevin would still be alive. That coupled with the fact she's forgotten something important makes her anxious, makes her agitated. There was a time when nothing got past her. When nothing could touch her. Mark had impaired her sight when he was inside her, but she still knew, she still couldn't look Cas in the eye, some part of her still hyperaware, knowing, always knowing. That was all gone now, it wasn't just blocked, it didn't exist. Not since Lilith took her brother's life in front of her had she felt so powerless.
"God, no. Get Kevin. His tiny fists can really work wonder—"
"Kevin is dead."
"Oh. I'm sorry to hear that."
"Don't pretend you care. You tried to kill him." Castiel's harsh rebuke of Crowley's feigned sympathy shakes her from her thoughts.
"I told him this was gonna happen. I was the only person who tried to warn him. I told him to run."
"From what?"
"Us." The sound of her own voice surprises her. "You." It's not her psychic ability though that wills the answer, it's common sense. She knows what Crowley's thinking not for some supernatural lo-jack but because it's true.
"How many times am I gonna have to say this? People in your general vicinity don't have much in the way of a life-span. Now, I can't teach you how to crack open an angel. It's more... art than science. But I can do it for you. All I ask in return is a little field trip. Dying for some fresh air. Chains on, naturally."
"No." Dean's voice isn't convincing, and Jamie winces softly at his tone.
Crowley hears it too. "No? Of course not. Because if I'm plan "A," I'm sure you have a totally viable, much better plan "B."
Castiel pulls the older sibling aside. "You can't be considering this."
"With the chains on, he can't do anything."
"It's Crowley. He can always do something."
As her brother and his angel trade words the former prophetess stays quiet, sapphire eyes trained on the King of Hell, and the King of Hell keeps his eyes trained on her. His expression is inquisitive, as if he's noticing her for the first time. She can feel his dark eyes on her soul. He's still looking at her even as he addresses Dean. "Looks like we need a tiebreaker. Go get moose, squirrel." He tears his eyes away from Jamie he sees the guilt written on Dean's face. "Unless... Unless, of course, you can't." Realization overtakes him and he is almost gleeful at his discovery. "That's why you're here, isn't it? The poor giant baby's in trouble again, isn't he?"
The guilt is mingled with annoyance as he prompts Crowley. "Are you done?"
The King of Hell smiles triumphantly, sensing victory is near. "Depends. Do we have a deal?"
"Yeah." Cas rolls his eyes and turns away, Jamie resists the urge to go to him. She finds that she doesn't share the angel's displeasure at her brother's plan, but that may be because she isn't sure what to think anymore.
"Excellent. When do we leave?"
"Soon as I can scrounge up a ride." Jamie turns to her brother then, her lips parted questioning. Oh. The angel took the Impala. Frustration overtakes her features at yet another reminder of what has been lost.
"Well, I have a vehicle." Cas relents a little. He doesn't like Dean's plan but he'll go along with it, if nothing else to keep her brother safe. "It stopped a few miles from here, inexplicably." Dean casts a wearily look at his angel.
Jamie adjusts the collar of her jean jacket as she walks beside Dean. Crowley is between him and Castiel, his cuffs are covered by his jacket folded over his arms. She's carrying her brother's backpack over her shoulders, while he has a gas can. They approach Cas's car. It is a cream colored 1978 Lincoln Continental. Dean raises an eyebrow, she merely rolls her eyes.
Crowley, however, is extremely amused. "Really? What are you, a pimp?"
Cas shrugs, monotone. "I like it."
Dean walks over and reaches in through the window turning the key and starting the engine. "Yeah, it's out of gas." Jamie opens the gas tank for him.
"Riddle me this, boy wonder. Why do you need the wheels?"
"When you betray us, I'll be the one to carve out your heart."
"Oh, Cas, such a flirt."
She watches her brother silently as he fills the tank. They don't speak, but a look passes between them. Anxiety, worry, but maybe, just maybe, a flicker of hope. There has to be hope. They need their brother back. "All right. Let's go." Dean finally says, finishing filling the tank.
"Shotgun." Crowley declares.
"Uh, wrong. You're in the back." Dean gestures to the backseat. Cas smirks in triumph at Crowley, moving towards the passanger side. Dean, however puts up his hand. "Hey - you, too. Keep an eye on him." Crowley now smirks at Cas and gets in the back. Cas rolls his eyes and follows.
Jamie gives Dean a look as she tosses the backpack in the trunk and gets in the passanger side.
"Hey. Watch the leg."
"You're on my side."
"Hey! Hey! Hey!"
This time she does laugh. Screw up family roadtrip, but family nonetheless. Even Crowley on some level has become a part of their little dysfunctional family, even if they will eventually kill him. She props her elbow up against the window, leaning her head on that arm and shuts her eyes.
Gadreel frowns. "That was...less easy."
Metatron barely looks up at him from his seat at the bar. "He was a threat, but I flipped a switch upstairs, and now that Kevin is gone, there will be no more Prophets."
"What about Jamie Winchester?"
"Jamie Winchester?" He looks extremely confused. "There's a third brother?"
"A sister."
"A sis-" His eyes widen a little. "She is the Voice. I knew it was on Earth but I did not imagine it would be as a sibling to the Winchesters."
"It makes sense. Dean protects her very heavily and she in turn is very close to Dean. It would have been almost too easy for Michael to exploit that relationship."
Metatron nods, an interested look on his face. "And what about Dean Winchester?"
"You never gave me his name, Metatron."
"Not much for seizing the initiative, are we? Gadreel, we are writing our own epic story here. To make that work, sometimes you have to kill your darlings. It's not like you haven't done worse before." Gadreel gives him a very angry look. "Sorry. Sorry. Onto new business." Metatron slides a folded napkin over to him. "Your next target."
Gadreel spits out angrily "How many more lives do I have to take?"
Jamie wakes up with a start, breathing heavily. "Jamie?" Dean asks, glancing over to her.
"Are you alright, Jamie?" Castiel moves forward to look at her.
"I'm fine." She says softly, rubbing her eyes. She isn't, but it's better that they think she is. Easier then explaining what she just saw.
"Huh. Interesting." Crowley is looking at Jamie with a slight smirk. "You're back to square one. Not a prophet at all anymore, let alone the almighty Voice. Just a psychic who can barely control their visions."
"Put a lid on it, Crowley." Dean says sharply. Crowley closes his mouth, shrugging his shoulders in surrender. Jamie glares at him before leaning her head back against the window.
Dean pulls up to a fancy office building that looks like a financial association. "Your source is in here?" He gets out. Jamie gets out beside him, followed by Cas and then Crowley.
"And she can track anything you need, even our little lost Samantha." Crowley says with a grin.
"Dean, if you don't mind, I'm gonna stay out here." Jamie puts her hands in the pockets of her jean jacket. She's got a headache brewing and winces softly as she blinks.
"Alright, we'll be back." Dean clasps his sister's arm, slipping her Ruby's knife before he turns and follows Cas and Crowley.
When the next vision hits her it's like a hammer to her brain. Her vision is dark, actually dark, she can barely see. But she can feel, though she feels nothing but pain. Her stomach radiates with white hot waves, and then there is nothing.
"Jamie." She's startled by her brother's voice. He's already back, his face twisted in concern. "Come on, we gotta go."
They're out in front of a house now. An ordinary house, in an ordinary neighborhood. She shivers to think how many times they've walked into insanity masked with nothing but calm. As Dean walks by the Impala he run his hands over the car, making sure it's okay. She barely gives him a second look as she enters the house first, with him behind her. Cas instantly disappears. There's a man with his throat slit on the floor. Jamie kneels down, frustration in her face, but before Dean can ask he hears the kitchen water running. Quietly he walks towards the sound, his sister following just behind him.
Gadreel does not turn. "You should not have come here, Dean."
Dean cracks his neck, keeping his anger in check. "You killed my friend, then you take my brother, and you think I'm gonna let that stand?"
"I allowed you to live."
Dean has but one word for him. "Mistake." He lunges for the angel but Gadreel uses his angel force to throw him back into a bookcase; knocking him unconscious.
"Dean!" Jamie yells for her brother and then quickly turns finding Gadreel standing in front of her. "Bastard!" She strikes him across the face, to which the angel raised his hand and throws her into the wall. She collapses in a heap, and Gadreel approaches her brother. Just then he hears angel wings behind him. As he swings around Castiel delivers a knockout punch and Gadreel crumbles to the floor.
Cas sighs in relief, allowing himself only a moment before he quickly heals Dean and then hurries to heal Jamie.
Crowley meets them in an abandoned warehouse. Dean and Cas bind Gadreel to a chair with warded handcuffs and a chin and head restraint. As they finish the angel regains consciousness. Jamie crosses her arms, hanging back, away. It's not as though she's much help anymore anyway.
"Welcome to the party, pal. Cas, how we lookin'?" Dean looks up towards Cas, whose carefully assessing Sam's body.
"Most of Sam's internal burns have healed. I should be able to fix the rest."
Dean nods in satisfaction and then turns to his sister. "Jamie?"
She looks up, not sure what to say. There is this expectant look in her brother's eyes, but she can only shake her head. "What's your name? I thought I knew every angel in heaven, but I've never seen you." Cas asks suddenly, pulling Dean and Jamie's attention away from each other.
"Why would I tell you anything?" He asks definantly.
Dean's anger overwhelms his voice. Too long as he has pent it up and now it pours forth. "Well, I don't give a damn who you are. You need to get out - now!"
"And if I don't?"
Crowley speaks up, his voice laced with it's usual sarcasm. "Then you and I will have a lovely little playdate."
"Even bound, I can rip this body apart. Tell them, Castiel." Gadreel looks to his brother, but Cas remains silent, though there is fear in his eyes.
"You do, you die." Dean shoots back, as threatening as he has ever been.
"You want this to end? Go ahead. Put a blade through your brother's heart. If it makes you feel better, I have Sam locked away in a dream. As far as he knows, the two of you are working a case right now - something with ghouls and cheerleaders."
Jamie and Cas both wince, while Crowley rolls his eyes. Dean, however, is just that much more angry. "Why are you doing this, huh? We fought together. And I trusted you. I thought you were one of the good guys!"
That makes Gadreel pause, if only for a short moment. "I am doing what I have to do."
"Well, so am I." The elder brother nods to Crowley who gets up and picks up a large thick needle from a tray and moves toward Gadreel.
"So am I."
The demon sticks the needle into the angel's temple and starts to move it around. Gadreel screams in pain. Dean's face hardens and he checks his watch. Cas says nothing. Jamie forces herself to watch, though she crosses her arms defensively, tightly, to hide her shaking hands. As the minutes tick by Crowley pushes more needles into the front of GADREEL's forehead and into his other temple. Gadreel's pained screams and groans fill the air. It becomes more evident that Dean is having a hard time dealing with his brother's body being tortured. He finally walks suddenly away. Cas and Jamie both look towards him, concern in their faces, and then to each other. Jamie waves Cas on, and he follows quickly after Dean. He catches up only to find the glorified hunter fighting desperately not to break down in tears.
"Hey."
"I can't watch that anymore."
As Dean and Castiel speak, Jamie moves closer to Crowley and Gadreel. The King of Hell looks up from his work, noticing the former prophetess coming closer. "Wondering how it works, love?"
"I know how it works." She replies softly, moving her hair back from her face. "I was general of Heaven's armies for awhile."
"Yes, I remember. Cassie thought it was best way to keep you out of our little plan to open Purgatory. And it worked better then I hoped." Crowley sticks another needle in. Jamie winces softly.
"Only because I got pregnant." She uncrosses her arms, leaning lightly against the chair. She runs her finger softly down one of the needles.
"How are the little runts?" Crowley chuckles lightly, looking straight at her as he asks.
"I wouldn't know. I haven't seen them since…"
"I see."
"So, what, you just change the batteries out, power back up? It's that easy?"
"It wasn't easy, but I didn't have a choice."
"Yeah. Well, that's usually how it goes. Cas... I'm sorry."
Crowley looks up when they hear Dean apologize. There's a question at his lips and Jamie smirks lightly when she guesses it in her mind.
"About what?"
"Kickin' you out of the bunker."
"More like kicking him out of bed." She comments off handedly to Crowley who chuckles lightly.
"I thought I was saving Heaven. I got played, too."
"So you're sayin' we're both a couple of dumbasses?"
"I prefer the word "trusting." Less dumb. Less ass."
Jamie laughs softly. Crowley tests one of the needles. Gadreel instantly begins to speak. "Laverne! Shirley! Get in here!" Dean and Cas rush back into the room. "Pinhead's out cold, but watch this." He moves the needles stuck in Gadreel's left temple. He sucks in a breath and starts to speak in Enochian once again.
"Zir noco iad Gadreel. Zir noco iad Gadreel."
Dean looks confused. "What's he saying?"
Cas, however, looks shocked. "His name."
"Gadreel." Jamie repeats softly to herself, as though it spikes a memory.
"Does that mean something to you two?"
Cas nods. "Well, it's why I've never seen him. He's been imprisoned since the dawn of time."
Realization overwhelms Jamie's features. "Gadreel was the sentry who allowed Lucifer into the garden."
Crowley looks impressed. "My, my. A celebrity."
Dean raises an eyebrow. "Wait, the garden? Like eden? Adam and Eve? Fig-leaves garden?"
"It's his fault - all of it. The corruption of man, demons, hell. God left because of him. The archangels - the apocalypse. If he hadn't been so weak, none of it would have happened." Castiel gets white hot with anger and starts to shake the unconscious angel. "You ruined the universe, you damn son of a bitch!"
Dean grabs Cas and swings him around to face him. "Cas! Cas! Hey!"
"Dean, he –"
"I get it. But you got to chill." Cas instantly calms down, walking over closer to Jamie, whose moved back during the angel's outburst.
Crowley continues to probe needles into Gadreel's head. Dean looks on. "What's taking so long?"
Crowley looks up, clearly annoyed by the question. "Other than the fact that I'm trying to unravel a living, multidimensional knot of pure energy, not much." Gadreel gasps in a breath and opens his eyes. Dean looks forward hoping it is Sam's consciousness that is speaking, but...
"It won't work. You will never find your brother. Go ahead. Poke and prod. I can sit in this chair for years and watch you fail over and over again. I've endured much worse than this, Dean. So...much...worse. And I have all the time in the world."
Dean's face clouds with angel yet again. "Shut up! All right. Plan "B." Jamie, get in there."
Jamie laughs, crossing her arms. "Uh…that power is way long gone, Dean."
"Right, I forgot. Well, Cas, you got to possess him."
Cas uncrosses his arms, looking unsettled. "What?"
"Do it now! Get in there, tell Sam what's going on, and help him kick that lying son of a bitch out!"
The angel considers this. Jamie keeps her eyes on Gadreel. "It might work. But I can't possess a vessel without permission."
Crowley clears his throat and raises his hand as a volunteer. "No. Not happening." Dean replies automatically shooting the idea down.
Crowley, however, has another idea. "Don't be daft. Demons can take what they want. I can burrow into that rat's nest of a head. I can wake Sam up. Just call me plan "C."
Dean relents, Cas grabs the hunter's arm. "You can't –"
"...you got a better idea?" He shoots back before turning to the demon. "What about the angel?"
"I'll work fast."
Jamie finally looks at Crowley. "And if he finds you?"
"I'll run. I'm not dying for you lot, not even you sweetheart. Of course, if I do this, you're gonna have to..." He glances down at the chains.
Dean rolls his eyes. "Take off the leash. Yeah, I know."
"And it stays off. I save Sam, I leave here a free man. Do we have a deal?"
Dean says nothing for a moment and then casts a short glance in the angel's direction. "Cas, burn off Sam's tattoo."
"Dean."
"Do it." Cas hesitates looking at Jamie. "I said do it." Dean snaps. Jamie nods. Cas pulls down Sam's shirt collar to reveal his warding tattoo. In a blaze of light, he removes the tattoo. Dean turns back to Crowley. "If you mess with Sam, if you try anything –"
Crowley quickly dismisses his threats. "I keep my bargains. Besides, I don't want to be inside your brother any longer than I have to. I'm not one for sloppy seconds."
"When you find him, say "Poughkeepsie." Jamie tells him.
Dean nods. "It's our go word. It means "drop everything and run."
"Fine. While I'm gone, hands off the suit."
Gadreel glares at Crowley. "I will destroy you."
Crowley simply smirks. "Eat me." A cloud of red demon smoke shoots out of Crowley's mouth and rockets into the fallen angel's.
As they wait Dean paces. Jamie fidgets with her hair. "A demon and an angel walk into my brother. Sounds like a bad joke." He tries to laugh, tries to make his sister laugh, but all it does is create more discomfort.
Cas sighs. "Dean, if this doesn't work..."
The hunter refuses to entertain the alternative. "It'll work."
Jamie closes her eyes, trying to will herself to see what is going on, but the time for that is long over. Finally red smoke flies out of Sam's mouth and into Crowley's body. Sam gasps and regains consciousness. Cas and his siblings rush to him.
"Sam! Cas?" Dean calls, not sure what to do. Jamie drops to her knees beside the chair, putting her hands on Sam's knees.
"I'm fine. Thanks for asking." Crowley mutters, indignant.
Cas quickly begins removing the needles from Sam's head. "Sam, are you okay?" He asks.
Sam can only gasp. He's very weak. "Cas?"
Headlights flash in the window and Cas goes and checks it out as Dean and Jamie un-cuff their brother. "It's Abaddon." Cas says. Jamie looks towards Dean, worried.
Crowley gets up. "Go. The back door. I'll handle this."
Cas and Jamie get Sam to his feet, and Cas wraps one of Sam's arms over his shoulders with Jamie's help. "Oh, 'cause you're such a good guy?" Dean replies, going over to get Sam's other side.
"Right now, I'm the goodest guy you got." There is a sincerity in Crowley's voice that makes Dean stop. Bullets start whizzing through the air.
"Uh…guys." Jamie starts to say.
"This don't make us square. I see you again –"
"I'm dead. Yes, I know. I love you, too." Dean grabs Sam's other arm and helps Cas get him out the back door. Jamie follows after them. "Pleasure doing business with you boys, as always."
Outside they end up on a long dock in the pouring rain. Jamie walks away from the group. Castiel slowly moves his hand over Sam's head healing all the stab wounds from the needles. Sam sways unsteadily. "You feel better?" The angels asks.
"A little, yeah."
"It'll take time to fully heal you. We'll have to do it in stages."
Sam nods in agreement but keeps looking unsteadily at his older brother. Dean approaches with reservation. Cas backs away to a respectful distance. As her brothers talk Jamie moves her jacket out of the way. Her other hand is clutched against her abdomen, blood is pouring out of the wound. She gasps softly, her eyes widening.
"All right. Let me hear it."
"What you do want me to say - that I'm pissed? Okay. I am. I'm pissed. You lied to me. Again."
"I didn't have a choice."
"I was ready to die, Dean!"
Jamie's breathing changes to pants. Her vision is growing dark, and the pain in her stomach is white hot. "Guys…"
"I know. But I wouldn't let you, because that's not in me."
"So, what? You decide to trick me into being possessed by some...psycho angel?"
"He saved your life."
It's strange to her. Her life isn't flashing before her eyes. She thought it might, but then there was only one other time she actually died. That was a bullet wound too, come to think of it. "Boys…"
"So what? I was willing to die-"
The stubborn hunter in Jamie finally unravels and she collapses. Dean's attention is finally diverted away from Sam and he looks over in horror. Sam's look is equally terrified as all three men rush to her.
"Jamie!" Dean pulls her into his arms, moving her jacket back.
Sam's eyes widen at all the blood. "Oh my god. Cas-"
Cas waves his hand over Jamie's stomach. The wound heals and Jamie gasps. "Holy shit." She looks up at Dean who looks even more distressed.
They take a minute, regroup. Finally Sam whispers "Kevin."
Dean narrows his eye, his voice full of strong emotion, something of a mix of anger, despair, determination. "No. This is not on you. Kevin's death was my fault, not yours. That ain't ever getting clean. I'll burn for that. I will. But I'll find Gadreel. And I will end that son of a bitch. But I'll do it alone."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Sam's voice is still full of tears.
Dean shakes his head, wiping his eyes roughly. "Come on, man. Can't you see? I'm... I'm poison, Sam. People get close to me, they get killed...or worse." He turns away. "You know, I tell myself that I-I - I help more people than I hurt. And I tell myself that I'm - I'm doing it all for the right reasons, and I - I believe that. But I can't - I won't... Drag anybody through the muck with me. Not anymore. I've lost everyone else." He looks pleadingly at his brother and his sister.
Sam finally looks up. "Go. I'm not gonna stop you." Dean's face falls in defeat and surrender and after shooting Cas, whose now standing a ways off, a glace he slowly turns to walk away. "But don't go thinking that's the problem, 'cause it's not."
Dean pauses for a moment but doesn't turn. 'What's that supposed to mean?"
Sam looks away. "Just go."
Dean walks off. Sam watches sadly as he leaves, wrapping his arm around Jamie who sinks into his chest.