"Okay, let me just get this straight. So... we beat the Brits, we kicked their psycho, tea-swilling asses, and instead of popping champagne and headin' to Vegas, we get Lucifer."
Jamie was only half-listening to the conversation between her mother and brothers. They were bent over the table, looking through the surveillance photos Sam had lifted. She sat curled up in a chair, their father's journal in her lap, looking through the aging pages with a glimmer of interest. She was looking for a particular entry. One her father had started and she had finished, though she tried to match his penmanship with near perfection.
"We don't need Crowley. We need Rowena. I mean, she's the one who can slam Lucifer back into the Cage."
Her eyes drifted over to the table where her family was still conversing. Sam was dialing a number into his phone. A psychic rush of energy blasted through her mind. When Heaven was locked, when Metatron destroyed the line of Prophets, her powers were stripped so severely that even a momentary premonition was enough to cause a blinding migraine. And then God came back.
In addition to giving revelation about her sons, he also restored most of her powers. Her telekinesis and control over her premonitions were back to full strength. He returned the projection power she had been learning to control before the angels fell. Most importantly her power to create holy fire, the gift he had given her at Mark's birth, was freed to her. Only her telepathy remained elusive, for she specifically asked him not to give that back. But she still had moments where it occurred.
The psychic rush was over nearly as fast it had begun. And she was left to decode the pieces. She had seen a rift, something tore through the bounds of space and time. But her thoughts were interrupted when his…Lucifer's…voice rang from Sam's phone.
"Oh, if you're looking for Rowena, she is presently indisposed. Which is a delicate way of saying, I stomped on her face till the white meat showed, and then set her on fire, just in case. Ah. Gingers. It was messy and... screamy, but it had to be done, Sam. I'm about to be a dad. Can't raise the little nipper from a jail cell now, can I? Speaking of... you know where your little pal Castiel is?"
At the mention of Castiel's name, Dean tensed. "Go to hell." Sam rasped.
Jamie had the found the entry she was looking for. She tried to tune all else out as she read the words, but she could hear Lucifer continued to mock them. "Whatever you're gonna try. But you can't kill me. You've never been able to kill me. And with, uh, witch bitch gone, you can't put me back in the Cage, so like I said... you don't matter. Okay? Buh-bye. Buh-bye." The phone clicked and her brothers stared: angry, fearful looks passed between them.
As the conversation continued without her, Jamie let her fingertips brush over her father's penstrokes. She missed him. God, she missed him. They all did, each in their own ways. But for Jamie: the anger, the betrayal, the abandonment, at this point she was willing to forgive it all for his guidance, his strength. She needed him. And this book, this was ten years of all she could remember of him.
"Kind of always wanted to punch the Devil in the face. So how do we find them?" At her mother's question, Jamie finally closed the journal and got up. She walked silently over to her family and leaned heavily against the nearest wall.
"When Nephilim are born, there are signs." Startled by her voice, three pairs of eyes turned to her. "Storms, disease, plagues. My sons were born in the midst of tribulations. Cas opened purgatory when I had Mark. Dean bore the Mark of Cain when I had Noah."
Dean tried to hide his frown. "So things get biblical."
Jamie nodded. "It's a lot of power that's born into the world. Things get…"
"Weird." Sam finished for her. She nodded again.
"So we're looking for something…" Her mother hesitated. "Weird?"
Dean scoffed, crossing his arms, shoulder hutched defensively. "So story of our lives."
Sam grabbed Dean's laptop and pushed it in front of him. "Guess we gotta get crackin."
"Where are you going, Jamie?" Mary watched as her daughter slipped from the room.
"To mediate." The lie came out with such ease it almost startled her. "Hopefully get a premonition."
"Cool. You go work on your psychic crap, we'll do the-"Dean waved his hand over the laptop. "Research crap." He smirked, she shrugged and then headed to his room.
She lived in this room. Years ago now. She ran her hand over the molding on the door. So many memories. Maybe too many. Locking the door behind her she leaned heavily against it. She closed her eyes, concentrating, she had too, the energy she sought was elusive and frantic, and fleeting. "Michael." The name dropped from her lips as softly as a prayer. "My lord, I am yours."
The energy in the room changed. It boiled and bled, like flames on a pyre. "My lord, Michael."
"Prophetess." The title was but a ghostly whisper. "Lucifer?"
"He's close. He killed Rowena." She lets her hand drift towards the energy. It burned, but only just as it whipped around her skin. Hot, like Michael's true form, bearable for her only because she was his. "Michael, his child…"
"Will soon be born. I feel it too."
"Are my orders still the same?" She asked, her eyes were filled with tears. This energy, this was all she had of her husband.
"Don't let your brothers kill him." The energy was depleting, and it hurt. It always hurt. To be separated so severely from the man she had loved in secret for so many years. Her heart ached for his touch, that he could not give without sacrificing a piece of himself. He gave himself up to insanity, the consequences of reaching across the confines of the cage to her. The night he had come to her, been able to project himself in human form to her, had nearly destroyed him in the end, but it had given them a few hours together, and it had given her their second son. This slow, agonizing destruction was his choice, as was the way he had severed himself from most of his grace, so that a part of it was always on Earth, protecting her, protecting his sons. God had blessed this himself, declaring it Michael's penance for his pride. Why the "good son" should suffer for eternity, while the disobedient one grew stronger and prospered, she did not understand.
He was gone now. The room was still. She put her hand to her heart, suddenly chilled by the lack of heat. "When this over. When we stop Lucifer for good, I'm getting you out of the cage."
"After we put Lucifer back in his cage– together– I'll seal the gates of Hell. You'll never see another demon again, apart from, of course, yours truly." Crowley was talking. His voice was nearly as soothing as Michael's. It irked her just a little. But he honestly her closest ally, beyond her family. He had protected her. He had protected her sons. She hated to admit it, but she considered him family. Dean and Sam would never admit it, but they did too. You take what you can get.
"You'll do that for us, Crowley?" She asked. Everyone turned to look at her, surprised she had slipped in once again unnoticed.
"I said I would, didn't I?"
"Why?" Her mother asked, still not convinced.
"Why not? They stab me in the back, I'll happily stab them in the front, the sides, and right up their little black-eyed asses. So... we have a deal?"
Crowley is looking down at his hand where Dean stabbed Ruby's knife into it. Jamie comes in carrying a stack of books. "I can't believe you trusted my brother." She shakes her head as she sets the books down.
Crowley rolls his eyes. "I can't believe you let them stick you with babysitting."
Jamie walks over to the table. "Do you really think I stayed behind to babysit you?" She grabbed the knife. Crowley winces. "You know that Michael tasked me with keeping his nephew…MY nephew alive."
"Yes, yes, of course. Kill the daddy, save the baby." He tilts his head at her. "If you would be so kind." Jamie pulls the knife out, Crowley screams in pain.
As Crowley finishes bandaging his hand, Jamie puts on her black leather jacket that's somehow still heldup for the last twelve years. Tucking Michael's archangel blade into her belt she goes over to Crowley. "You realize this is goodbye, right Jamie?" He smirks softly. "The end of the line, for good."
Jamie looks up at him. "I know." She nods slightly.
"You told me once you've seen how this all plays out. How it goes for each one of us."
"Crowley..."
"I've always wanted to know how it plays out for your brothers. And for you. Is it worth it?"
Jamie stops. She looks down, sighing softly and then finally looks back up at him. "Yeah."
"Hello boys. Again."
She and Crowley walk out in front of the house to greet her brothers. Dean and Sam first look confused and then angry. "How did you-" Crowley holds up his bandaged hand, gives them a line about improvising.
While Crowley explains Jamie walks towards the rift. She's drawn to it. For more than one reason. She can feel him. Somewhere, faint though it is, she feels him. Whatever events transpired in this universe, her husband lives. Full strength and mind intact. He rules here. And as she steps into the void, she feels him even closer.
"My god." She whispers as Crowley joins her.
"Yeah…never thought it'd look like this." Crowley agrees as he looks around for a good hiding spot.
"No. That's not it. Michael…he's here." She glances back at him. "He's here and I feel him. I wonder if he feels me."
Crowley raises an eyebrow. "You don't exist here. But you are still the Prophetess. Michael would still be drawn to you."
Jamie nods. She starts walking, further drawn to Michael's presence. "I wonder if he's wearing my dad."
"Let's start this spell before you go tramping after your dearly departed!"
Jamie sighs, turning back and going to Crowley so they can begin the spell that will seal the rift.
When Dean distracts Lucifer, Jamie grabs Sam and pulls him towards the rocks where she and Crowley have hidden the spell. "Took you long enough." Crowley remarks as Sam gets down beside him.
"Not now, Crowley." Jamie looks over the rocks to where Dean is fighting Lucifer. "Hurry up, guys." She watches Lucifer advance on Dean. "Shit."
"Jamie!" Sam goes to grab for her, but Crowley stops him.
"Hey Moose, spell. She can take care of herself."
Jamie rushes in to help Dean. She jumps up and kicks Lucifer in the ribs. She, Dean, and Lucifer all drop to the ground. "You annoying bitch." Lucifer gets up and dusts himself off. Jamie gets up and he punches her in the face. "I always hated how you were always in my way." He kicks her in the side and she cries for Dean. Dean kicks him and he turns around and stomps Dean who groans. "I could do this all day, guys. You make such funny noises."
Lucifer is suddenly flung away from them. Dean crawls over and grabs Jamie. Sam grabs them both and hauls them to their feet as Crowley taunts Lucifer. "Wait, wait, wait." Jamie stops Sam.
"You know whatever you try, you're gonna lose."
"Crowley." Jamie says suddenly, she starts for him but Sam and Dean both grab unto her.
"Bye boys." Crowley looks over at the three of them, and then stabs himself in the angel blade. Jamie gasps, shaking with tears. Suddenly Cas appears from the rift, angel blade drawn, advancing towards Lucifer.
"Cas. Cas. Cas!" Dean starts his angel but Sam pulls him back.
"We gotta go. We gotta go!" Sam pulls Dean and Jamie threw the rift.
Jamie lies on the ground, crying softly. Sam and Dean get to their feet, and Dean goes over to her. He kneels down beside her and pulls her into his arms. "What the hell?" he asks, but it's not really to her.
"I…" She gasps again. She and Dean both turn to see Cas coming from the rift.
"Cas!" Jamie pulls away from Dean as they both start towards him. However an angel blade pierces him from behind.
"No!" Dean yells. Jamie screams in anguish. Lucifer appears from behind Cas as Cas sinks to the ground, dead.
"Get away from them." Mary comes up from behind Sam, Dean, and Jamie.
"Mom, Mom, Mom." Sam is saying as he tries to keep her from Lucifer.
"I love you." She looks at the three of them and then charges Lucifer. She punches him in the face, pushing him closer to the closing rift.
"Mom." Jamie breaks from Dean to help her. She kicks Lucifer into the rift, but he grabs her leg, dragging her too.
"Jamie!" Mary grabs Jamie's arm and the three of them are pulled into the rift to the sounds of Dean and Sam yelling after them.
Jamie lands beside Lucifer and her mother in the alternative world. She watches as the rift closes in front of them. Mary grabs her as Lucifer scrambles to his feet, screaming at air where the rift had been.
Jamie holds her mother's arm as Lucifer turns his sights on them, seething.