Jamie watched thick blue and purple smoke rise from the black marble bowl with critical eyes. Her arms were spread out to her sides, taking a crucifixion like pose as she finished the all too familiar incantation. She bit her chapped lips lightly, watching as the smoke slowly took a human-like form. Instantly warmth spread through her entire body as her arms were drawn together around the smoked-formed being. When she laid her head against its shoulder, flesh and clothing appeared from the wisps that had formed it. Michael gathered his wife ever closer against his corporal form. "Tell me what you saw." The pseudo-form of a 30-odd years old John Winchester hissed through clenched teeth, as though he was both protecting his wife and beating back against an unseen foe that threatened her.
"Jack." She whispered back, her voice obscured by the fabric of his navy colored jacket.
The green eyes of Michael's vessel glazed over with fear, anger, and a hint of determination. "Lucifer's son grows ever powerful, and more dangerous." There was a warning in his voice, though he did not expect his wife to heed it. "I can't sense his soul, Jamie."
"Neither can I." She agreed, pulling back just enough in his embrace to make eye contact. "But there's another threat."
Michael pressed his lips together into a worried line. "The vessel of Lucifer."
His wife nodded. "He's here, in the dungeon. He's…plotting something. I can't see what though, he's done something to the prophet." A breath that shook emitted itself from his wife's lips. The archangel moved to draw her into him once more, but she resisted. "I need you."
"I'm here."
She shook her head. "Your grace is here, but this form is shadow and light, I need you as flesh and blood. There is a darkness coming, I feel it."
Michael reached out and caressed her cheek with his hand, trying to dispel the anxiety that fear had placed in her eyes. "I am here." He repeated. "In you. In our sons. You have to trust me."
Jamie shook her head, sapphire eyes critical as she gazed up at her husband. "You know I do, but Jack has your grace now too, and..."
"It's not mine." He chastised.
"It's a version of you." She bit back.
Michael shook his head. "That version never had you. His grace is empty, mine is overflowing, because of you, because of our sons." He gestured pointedly towards her. "It doesn't matter that it lacks its original host, you have everything that was strength and power in me, in you." He touched her chest, just over her heart. She shuddered and reached forward and embrace him again, hot tears spilling down her face.
"I would gladly give it back if it meant I could raise you from the cage. I can't wield your grace."
Michael sighed softly, brushing hair from his wife's forehead as he stepped back. "You have my sword. You have my spear. That is sufficient." He looked into her eyes. "You saw something else. Something you don't understand."
"I saw souls rising from hell, unto the end of the world. Your father's doing."
Michael frowned. "If my father wrenches open hell, I will break from the cage and I will find you."
"You better." Jamie leaned in and kissed her husband. His form dissolved back into smoke even as he returned her kiss. "I love you, Michael."
"I love you, Jamie."
"What did your contact have to say?" Sam asked as his twin reappeared in the library. Dean started walking in from the opposite direction.
Jamie glanced in Dean's direction before turning to Sam. "That we're on our own. Nothing helpful about finding Donatello."
"Well get ready for this." Dean sighed just as Mary and Jack walked in. "Nick said he wants to see HIS son."
Mary's face clouds over with horror. Jamie and Sam immediately look at each other in alarm. "HIS son? He said that?"
Dean nods. "He said he wants to talk to Jack, alone."
Mary shakes her head. "No, absolutely not!" She scoffs and then sees the way Jack is looking at her.
"We should get Jack out of here." Jamie suggests. Mary nods in agreement, but Jack shakes his head.
"No. I'm not afraid of him."
Dean shakes his head, crossing his arms firmly in front of him. "Nick's cracked. He's friggin Cocoa Puffs, okay?"
Jack pauses and then looks over at Sam. "Sam?"
Sam hesistates. "I…I mean…"
Jamie and Dean both turn to Sam, Dean angry, Jamie horrified. "You mean? What do you mean you mean?" Dean spits. Jamie crosses her arms and her expression comes to mirror Dean's sudden aggravation.
"I mean…" Sam sighs. "Look, finding Donatello is going slowly, guys, and Nick is locked down in our bunker." He stresses the our and Jamie and Mary both look at each other. Jamie rolls her eyes. "How's he even a threat."
"He's always a threat." Mary insists.
"Donatello helped me, and now he needs my help." Jack puts in. Jamie and Dean both look critical at this, but Sam just looks unsure. "He's my friend." The Nephilim insists.
Sam licks his lips and looks from his mother to both siblings. "And I don't think we have another choice."
Sam's words settle the affair, even as Mary, Jamie, and Dean glance at each other in silent disagreement.
"We'll all be right outside the door." Sam reassures Jack as they let him inside the dungeon. Dean leans against the wall with Jamie to his right, their expressions and body language mirror images of each other, Nick's appearance seemingly mending their silent rift. Jamie shifts slightly and then gasps. Suddenly the prophetess is beset with images of an ancient skeletal being, inky black dripping from hollow bones and wings. It turns it's face to her and it's glowing red eyes pierce her vision.
"Jamie?!" Dean grabs for his sister, who sinks against the wall. "What is it?"
"What did you see?" Sam asks, recognizing the look on her face.
Jamie rubs her eyes. "I…" She looks up just as Jack reappears.
Dean looks up. "What the hell happened?!"
Mary gestures with her hand to quiet Dean. "How'd it go?"
Jack is quiet for a moment as he closes the door. "Nick. He'll show us where to find Donatello."
Dean sighs, looks to Sam and then nods. "Alright, but you're staying here." He gestures firmly. Jack looks like he wants to argue but doesn't, only nods in deference to Dean.
"You good?" Mary asks her daughter later, after Dean, Sam, and Nick have left and Jack has gone to grab water from the kitchen.
Jamie rubs her eyes again. "Yeah, just…can't shake the headache." She sinks down into a chair and Mary sits on the table beside her. "I think I saw Lucifer." Mary frowns and rubs her daughter's shoulder. "It…it doesn't make any sense. When angels die…they…go…" Jamie's eyes widen with a sudden realization.
"They go where?" Mary asks.
Jack comes in just then. "Hey. Did Dean and Sam call?"
Mary shakes her head. "Not yet." She looks at Donatello's things and starts to put them away.
"What are those?"
"Things from Donatello. They're not exactly helpful." Jamie explains as she starts to get up.
"What is that." Jack points to the syringe. Mary looks confused.
Jamie stops and turns. "Wait. I didn't…"
Jack picks it up. "That's angel grace. Can't you feel it? There was angel grace inside here." He looks at Jamie.
Jamie reaches her hand out towards it. She doesn't take it, but her eyes light up with a sudden surge of power. "Oh my god." She looks at her mother. "He's right. I'll be right back, Mom." Jamie gets out of her chair and rushes to her room. "Sancte Michael archangele." She starts chanting as she blows her door closed behind her. "Defende nos in proelio." She gestures for the bowl from before and starts to mix the spell. "contra nequitiam et insidias diabolic esto praesidium. Imperet illi Deus, supplices deprecamur: tuque, Princeps militiae caelestis, Satanam aliosque spiritus malignos, qui ad periditionem animarum pervagantur in mundo, divina virtute, in infernum detrude!" She throws sage into the bowl and smoke rises up as Michael's form appears. "Michael." She hisses. "Is there a way to bring angels back from the Empty?"
"He's trying to bring Lucifer back from the Empty!" Jamie shouts as she rushes into the room. "Call Dean and Sam back now!"
Mary's eyes widen in horror as she scrambles to get her phone, which lights up with a call from Dean. "We're too late." She tells Jamie after answering it. "Yeah, we know, Dean. Jamie just had another vision."
"How is he doing this?" Mary asks both of her children.
"I don't know." Dean answers. "I don't know, he's played us."
"I-I do." Jamie affirms. "Michael told me the spell he's got."
"We have to stop him." Jack says.
"We don't even know where he is okay? He hurt Sam! Bad! He got him in the head, I can't move him. I called Cas, but he's too far away. It's really bad Mom." Dean rambles on the phone.
"Okay, well…Jack and I are on our way, and Jamie…you go after Nick." Mary decides. "And then we'll join you."
Jamie nods and she, Mary, and Jack rush to get ready. "Jamie, what is he planning?" Mary asks firmly. She puts her phone and keys down as Jamie packs Michael's sword into her bag.
"He's…" She's cut off by Jack doubling over.
"What is it?" Mary goes to Jack's side.
"I feel0it feels like my blood's burning."
"Nick has Jack's blood. That's how he's going to bring Lucifer back." Jamie explains.
"This was all about you, Jack. All of it. He needed your blood." Mary tells him, realization washing over her as well.
Jack nods. "I feel it. I can feel him."
Jamie and Mary move closer to Jack. "You know where he is?" Jamie asks.
"Where? Where is he?"
"I think I know..I think I can get us to him." He looks at Mary, searching for her permission. "But I need to use my powers."
Mary looks over at her daughter. Jamie nods. "Do it." Mary tells him.
Jamie and Mary grab Jack's hands and they are teleported to the shack where Nick is resurrecting Lucifer. "Ugh!" Jamie grabs her chest, just over her heart. "He's here." She grabs Michael's angel blade and her eyes flash blue, just as Jack's flash gold.
"No!" Jack yells as he and Jamie rush forward, Mary just behind them. The crawling black against skeletal form of Lucifer does not break their strides, even though Mary hesitates for a moment.
"Exsistas lumine in abysso ex surgas!" Jamie chants quickly as Jack waves his hand. Their actions cause Lucifer to be caught up and sucked back into the empty with a long screech. Jack closes the rift, effectively sealing Lucifer back inside.
"No! No, way! Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait! What did you do?!" Nick screams hysterically. Jamie calmly tucks Michael's blade into her jeans as she walks forward but Jack stops her. His eyes are still glowing as he pushes Jamie back a step. "Wait, wait, wait, wait." Nick begs.
"Jack?" Jamie whispers.
Jack holds up his hand and suddenly all the bones in Nick's upturned hand break. '
"Jack!" Mary yells. Nick screams as Jack holds up both fists, breaking more of Nick's bones. "Jack!" Mary tries again. "What are you doing?"
Mary and Jamie watch in horror as Nick's skin begins to burn off his bones.
"Stop it!"
"Stop it now!"
"Jack stop it!"
"Jack! Stop!" Jamie walks forward and grabs Jack's fists. He gestures even with her hands and Nick falls to the ground, dead. Jamie turns and looks at the body, and then to her nephew.
Jack looks at her. "What are you doing?" He looks towards Mary. "Mary?" He looks back at Jamie. "I had to."
"Sam." Mary finally says. "He's hurt."
Jamie nods. "Go…help him."
Jack nods, disappearing in a flutter of wings. Jamie and Mary stare at each other, their eyes speaking for them.
"We have to get out of here." Jamie finally says. Mary nods. They head out the back door towards the woods. Just then Jamie hears Jack coming back. She grabs her mother's arm and they slowly turn. "Jack?"
"I healed Sam." He tells them. "He's going to be okay."
Mary nods. "That's…that's good." Jamie tightens her grip on her mother's arm.
"Mary, Jamie…Nick…" Jack walks towards them. "He was a bad person. A killer."
"Nobody is denying that, Jack." Jamie tells him.
"I had to stop him."
Mary nods. "Not like that."
"He deserved it." Jack argues.
Mary sighs softly. "Take us home, Jack." Jamie squeezes Mary's arm again, eyes darting from her to Jack.
Jack takes another step forward. "I…I will. I will. I just…Tell me it's okay."
Jamie stiffens but Mary smiles. "It's not."
"And you're not." Jamie finally says.
"It's not your fault." Mary promises. "But the Jack I know, would never have done that."
"Something is wrong with you, Jack. I think I know what." Jamie mutters. "And we're going to help you. Dean, Sam, Cas, we're all going to help you."
Jack seizes up. "No!" He suddenly shouts. "I'm not. You're wrong!" Jack storms in the other direction.
Jamie pulls on her mother's arm. "Mom."
Mary shakes her off. Jamie backs off, looking concerned. "Sweetheart." She mutters, turning to Jack. "You know I'm not." She follows him into the woods.
"You know, Sam and Dean, they were grateful!"
Mary raises an eyebrow. She looks back at Jamie and then to Jack. "If Sam and Dean saw what you did, they would be as worried as we are."
Jack sucks his breath in, looking worried and anxious. "Are…are you going to tell them?"
Mary smiles. "Like Jamie said, you need help, we'll help you." She reaches out to grab Jack's arm. "We're a family."
Jack pulls away. "You can't."
"Mom!" Jamie calls. She gestures for Mary to come to her.
Mary shakes her head and looks at Jack. "We are about you, Jack."
"No, just leave me alone."
"Jack."
"Mom."
"Jack!" Mary follows Jack deeper into the woods and Jamie, against her better judgement starts to follow.
"Leave me alone. Leave me alone!" Jack grabs his head. His powers starting to well up. Jamie can already sense them.
"Mom." She grabs unto Mary again, bodyblocking her.
"Jamie." Mary says in frustration, looking towards Jack. "What is going on? Jack? Please. Jamie." Mary moves away from Jamie to stand in front of Jack. "Listen. Jack please just listen to me."
"Mom!" Jamie grabs her wrist, the one stamped with Michael's sigil. "Ow." She looks down at her wrist, which glows blue. Suddenly she's standing in the middle of the bunker. "Oh my god."