11:30 PM. A half hour left.

The Winchesters were winning. They were just trying to disarm or knock out the enemies, but Lucifer and Anael were going a different route. Anael had Wendy on the ground, and was about to kill her when Dean stopped her.

"Stop!" He grabbed her blade. She pushed him angrily. "No killing!"

"Why?"

"We need someone to disarm the bomb!" He yelled. "And they're misguided."

"Then why don't you stop for misguided angels, or demons?" Anael asked. "Why is it okay to just kill them?"

"I don't have time to argue this." Dean said. He turned on Karyn, who was tied up. "Where's the kid?"

"It doesn't matter. Nobody is gonna stop that bomb." Karyn said. "All those people are gonna die, and it's your fault, again!"

"What you chose to do is not our fault."

"Look at the time." She smiled. "11:39."

"Tell us where he is!"

"2341 Reid Ave. Number 13." She said. "Have fun exploding."

Dean looked at Lucifer. "Can you take us there?"

"He can't go inside. Warding is too strong." Karyn laughed. "Good luck, Winchesters."

"DAMN IT!" Lucifer yelled.

"Sam, take the Impala. Find Jack. I'll watch them." Dean said. He put the keys in Sam's hands. Sam frowned, but nodded.

"How will I disarm the bomb?" Sam asked. Dean looked at him sadly. Mary hugged Sam, not saying a word. Then Cas. Then Dean.

"Don't let the kid die alone." Dean said. Sam nodded. He didn't say goodbye. He turned and ran for the car.

11:56 PM. Four minutes.

A bead of sweat fell down Jack's forehead. He struggled not to move. Duct tape was wrapped around his wrists, ankles, and chest, connecting the wires that could set it off at any movement. It doesn't matter anymore, he thought. At midnight, it's over. The door opened with a bang, and Sam rushed in.

"SAM!" Jack cried. Sam ran to him, careful not to move him too much. Sam turned to the bomb, looking at the layout. He had disarmed bombs before, but whoever built this clearly knew what they were doing. Sam had never seen anything like it.

"Sam, there are people in this building." Jack said. "The fire alarm."

"I've got it." Sam said. He knew it didn't matter, and that the people wouldn't get far enough away, but it wasn't about that. If he could do anything, anything to make Jack and himself feel a little better, he would. He lit a match, holding it up to the smoke detector. The alarms went off, but not the sprinklers. There was no water.

11:57 PM. Two minutes.

Dean, Cas, and Mary stood together, quietly. Lucifer was pacing, unable to hold his anger inside.

"We should get out of the blast radius." Anael said. "Let's leave them. We'll search for Jack tomorrow."

"What if he does die?"

"Then we deal with that." Anael said. "We'll find him, okay. We have to step away."

"You go. I'll stay. I won't die anyways." Lucifer said. Anael sighed, nodding. She vanished. Cas closed his eyes, putting his head in his hands. Dean put his arm around Cas, trying to comfort him. He didn't know what to say.

"You know what I was doing, when Jack left? Watching TV." Cas said. "I should've been with him. This wouldn't've happened."

"It could've been worse."

"Four thousand people. Including the two I took an oath to protect." Cas said.

"You fulfilled it. You did it. You fought until the end." Dean said.

"I haven't yet." Cas said. Dean frowned.

"What do you-" Castiel grabbed Dean and Mary's shoulders. They vanished. Cas collapsed from the power drain. He was so tired.

11:58 PM. One minute.

Sam sat down by Jack's side. Jack's eyes were closed, and he was breathing in and out slowly, thinking.

"When you think of the way you're gonna die, what do you see?" Jack asked.

"I always hoped that I'd get married." Sam said. "I'm in a retirement home with my spouse, and we're happy. Maybe I die in my sleep."

"Dean always said he'd go out in a blaze of glory." Jack said softly.

"What about you?"

"I thought I'd never die." Jack said. "But here I am."

"You're amazing, Jack. Just like your mom said." Sam said.

"What?"

"You're amazing. You… you're my son. You're my son. And I am so proud of you." Sam said. He put his hand on Jack's. Sam didn't look up, but he heard Jack crying. Sam could be happy, at least. He had finally said something he had wanted to say for a long time. He hadn't been able to tell Jack how he felt, but now he had.

"I-" Jack was going to say something, but he never finished it.