Cas showed up later, stopping Dean from hurting Chuck. It turned out, Chuck was a prophet and everything he wrote would come to pass exactly as he wrote it. So, their attempts at Opposite Day to try and prevent Lilith from getting to Sam had all been for naught. Dean also learned from Cas that as a prophet, Chuck had an archangel tethered to him, and if anything were to threaten said prophet, the archangel would have no choice but to rain down their fiercest wrath on that threat. So, they used Chuck to get rid of Lilith.

"We need to talk," Cas told Dean. He had just appeared beside him at the end of a dock, where Dean was fishing. "I'm dreaming, aren't I?" Dean assumed. "It's not safe here. Someplace more private." Dean blinked. "More private? We're inside my head." Cas nodded, glancing around nervously. "Exactly. Someone could be listening."

"Cas, what's wrong?"

"Meet me here," Cas handed Dean a piece of paper. "Go now." He vanished without another word. Dean opened his eyes, sitting up in bed with a gasp. Beside him, Mack stirred, blinking up at him sleepily. "Daddy?" she asked him. "We gotta go, bug," he whispered. After waking Sam up, they headed to the warehouse that Cas had told him to meet him at. "Well, what did he say, Dean?" Sam asked, trying to get more information. "What was so important?"

"If I knew, would I be here?" Dean snapped, leading the way down a flight of stairs. "What the hell?" The room was in total disarray, with part of the ceiling caved in and a mound of concrete piled to one side. The lights had fallen and were sparking a little. "It looks like a bomb went off," Sam observed. "There was a fight here," Dean agreed, adjusting his grip on Mack. She was still sleepy and was using his shoulder as a pillow. "Between who?" Sam asked him. Shining the flashlight in his free hand on the far wall, it illuminated a symbol painted in blood.

"Check it out," he jabbed his chin at it. "Look familiar?" Sam looked at it closely, nodding his head. "Yeah, it does."/

"Anna used something like that to wish the angels back to the cornfield."

"So, what? Cas was fighting angels?" Dean shook his head, not knowing what else could have happened. "I don't know," he muttered. That was when he spotted a familiar form among the rubble. "Sam. Cas? Cas. Hey, Cas?" He helped Cas sit up, the angel stirring. "What's...? What's...? What's going on?"

Dean froze. That didn't sound like Cas. The octave was too high, the cadence wrong. Still, he might be imagining it. "Just take it easy. Take it easy," he told him. "Oh. No," Cas said, still in that too-high voice. "Cas, you okay?" Sam asked, apparently not noticing the voice difference like Dean had. "Ugh. Castiel. I'm not Castiel," Not-Cas groaned, confirming his suspicions. "It's me."

"Who's 'me'?" Sam queried. "Jimmy. My name's Jimmy," the Cas look-alike answered. Dean gaped, realizing this must be Castiel's vessel. Which begged the question, "Where the hell is Castiel?" Jimmy blinked up at him. "He's gone."

Jimmy sat at the table back at their motel room, scarfing down burger after burger while the Winchesters watched. He'd already wolfed down three and was in the middle of a fourth, not looking like he'd be stopping anytime soon. "Mm," he hummed, taking another bite. "You mind slowing down?" Dean wrinkled his nose. "You're gonna give me angina."

"I'm hungry," Jimmy defended around a mouthful of food. "When was the last time you ate?" Sam asked. "I don't know. Months." Cas's vessel resumed eating ravenously, barely pausing to drink his soda before consuming more of his burger. On the other side of the room, Mack sat staring in silence, eyes never leaving Jimmy. As soon as she was awake enough to understand what was going on, she'd reverted to her mute state she'd made so much progress away from over the past year. Neither her father nor uncle had to say a word for her to know that the man sitting at the table with them was not Cas.

Just like Dean, she could just tell, by the way he sounded and carried himself. "What the hell happened back there?" Sam questioned Jimmy further. "It looked like an angel battle royale." Jimmy shrugged, looking over at him. "All I remember is a flash of light, and I, uh... I woke up, and I was just, you know, like, me again." Dean frowned, shaking his head. "So, what? Cas just ditched out of your meat suit?"

He didn't quite understand the automatic animosity he had toward Jimmy. All he knew was that Cas was missing, and it felt wrong to have those blue eyes looking at him now. "I really don't know," Jimmy shrugged. "You remember anything from being possessed?" Sam pressed. "Anything at all?" Jimmy's eyes seemed to flicker over to Dean and then Mack for a moment. "Yeah, bits and pieces. I mean, angel inside of you, it's kinda like being strapped to a comet." Dean wrinkled his nose. "Ah, that doesn't sound like much fun."

"Understatement."

"Cas said he wanted to tell us something. Please tell me you remember that." Again, Sam was met with a blank stare. "Sorry," he muttered, going back to his food. "Come on, what do you know?" Dean groaned. Jimmy paused, getting a faraway look in his eyes. "My name is Jimmy Novak. I'm from Pontiac, Illinois. I have a family."

One Year Ago

In a typical, two-story home in a rural neighborhood of Pontiac, Illinois, James Novak was sitting down to dinner with his wife, Amelia, and his daughter, Claire. Amelia was a short, slightly mousy looking woman with dirty blonde hair and happened to have been his high school sweetheart. It wasn't some big crazy deal like you saw in the movies where the popular cheerleader fell for the unassuming band geek or some shit like that. They were both just average students who happened to have similar religious beliefs and had been fools in love.

When Jimmy had gone to her father to ask for her hand in marriage following graduation, he'd gotten a firm 'No.' There were the typical reasons: you're both too young. You have your whole lives ahead of you. There's no way it will last. Regardless, the couple had been determined and eloped even though they didn't have her father's blessing. Jimmy had gotten a job, bought them this house, and they'd been together ever since. A year later, Claire came along, inheriting her mother's blonde hair and her father's striking blue eyes.

Things went downhill in their marriage from there. All the reasons that they'd been given back before they eloped came to fruition, and the couple drifted apart, though never once considered getting a divorce. They had vowed at their wedding 'Til death do us part', and they were determined to keep that vow, despite the fact that they had fallen out of love. Claire reached out for a roll, but was given a reprimanding look from her father. "Claire." She retracted her hand, and the little family joined hands and bowed their heads to say Grace.

"Bless this food, oh Lord, and ourselves to thy loving service that we may always continue in thy faith and fear to the honor and glory of thy name," Jimmy prayed. "Amen." Amelia and Claire echoed "Amen" in unison and they ate. That night, Jimmy dozed in an armchair downstairs while the TV played something from a religious channel softly. Suddenly, the program was replaced by static, waking Jimmy up. "What the heck?" he stood, walking over to turn off the TV.

It didn't work, and the static became more high pitched. Jimmy fell to his knees, covering his ears, eventually falling to the ground with convulsions. The next night, as he was making dinner, the radio sounded with static. "Castiel?" he asked, approaching the radio. "Yes, of course. I'll do whatever you need me to do." He listened for a moment, nodding his head. Amelia found him there ten minutes later, one hand stuck elbow deep in a pot of boiling water, and his expression calm.

"What the hell are you doing?" his wife demanded, dropping the paper bags she was carrying on the counter in alarm. "It's okay. I'm okay," he assured her, gesturing with his free hand for her to stop. "Jimmy," she shook her head, staring at the pot with wide eyes. "Look."

He pulled his hand out of the pot, showing it off. There was no indication of any harm on his arm, the skin perfectly fine. "What's wrong with you?" Amelia whispered, staring at her husband in fear. "Nothing's wrong. He asked me to do it." Amelia knit her brow together. "Who asked you to do it?" Jimmy smiled. "Castiel, to prove my faith. Look. I'm fine. It's a miracle." Amelia swallowed hard, still confused. "Who's Castiel?"

Amelia sat with her husband on the couch, tears in her eyes. "Take the pills," she begged him, shoving a pill bottle toward him. "I'm not sick," Jimmy insisted, pushing the bottle away. "Jimmy, take the pills." Jimmy's blue eyes stared imploringly into her brown ones. "I know this is hard to understand, but he chose me."

"Castiel, the angel," Amelia swallowed, voice hollow. "He's spoken to me now, Ames, a dozen times. Hey, you believe in God, don't you?" Her expression hardened at the question. "What kind of a question is that? Of course." Jimmy continued, "And angels?" She nodded, seeing what direction this was going. "Yes, Jimmy."

"So, why is it so hard for you to believe that they're talking to me?"

"Jimmy, you sell ad time for A.M. radio," she pointed out. "No, he said I'm special," he insisted. "It's in my blood." Amelia was becoming more desperate. "What does that mean, it's in your blood, hm?" Jimmy shook his head. "He didn't say. He just said that God has chosen me for a higher purpose." A tear slipped down Amelia's cheek, but she didn't bother wiping it away. "To do what?"

"No, it's God's will," Jimmy stood up, pacing in front of her. "Not really my place to question it. Hey, come here," he sat back down, taking her hands in his. "This is a blessing. This is the most important thing to ever happen to me." It was a knife to her heart, and it came through in her voice as she responded. "I thought we were the most important things to ever happen to you." Jimmy's expression softened, "Hey, have faith."

"Jimmy, you're scaring me."

"God will provide."

"If you won't take your pills andi f you won't get help, then I'm going to take Claire to my mother's in the morning." Jimmy watched his wife retreat sadly. Then he stood up, going and changing into a nice suit with a blue tie. He shrugged his long tan trench coat over the whole ensemble and slipped out the door.

"So, I wanna help you," he said, standing in the front walkway. "I'm about to lose my family here if you don't tell me how... Please, Castiel, just talk to me. What do you want from me." A soft light appeared, illuminating Jimmy's face from above. He stared up into it, listening intently. "Yes, I understand," he said. "Promise my family will be okay, and I'll do it... Then, yes."

A bright beam shone down on Jimmy as he stared upward. Then it was gone, and the man in the walkway's whole demeanor had changed. Castiel lifted a hand, looking at it as he got used to being in a human body. The front door to the Novak's house opened behind him, and Claire came out onto the porch. "Daddy?" she asked curiously. Castiel turned to look at her, briefly confused. Then, he turned his back to her again. "I'm not your father," he said, voice deeper and rougher than Jimmy's had been. He walked away, Claire watching him go.

Present Day

Jimmy took a deep breath as he stood on the porch of his old house in Pontiac, Illinois. He had snuck out in the middle of the night, escaping the Winchesters to come see his family. He had no way of knowing if Amelia and Claire still even lived here. If they had moved, there was no way for him to track them down again. He could only hope that that wasn't the case. Finally mustering up the courage, he reached out and pressed the doorbell, and waited. A moment later, his wife answered the door.

It was clearly Amelia, just with slightly darker shadows under her eyes and more lines on her face. It broke Jimmy's heart to see, knowing that it was his fault she looked so worn out. If he had just listened to her a year ago, and hadn't let Castiel possess him, then maybe his wife wouldn't appear so tired. Amelia stared back at him in shock, like she didn't know what to say. "We, uh- we stopped looking for you," she finally told him brokenly. "I'm so sorry," Jimmy apologized, sincerity written all over his face.

"You were dead. We, uh- we thought you were dead," she shook her head. Even her voice sounded more worn out. Jimmy swallowed, "I'm okay. May I come in?" She seemed to hesitate for a moment, then nodded, stepping aside to allow him entrance. They ended up in the den, in the exact same spot they had sat when she begged him to take those pills. Amelia elected to sit on the edge of the coffee table across from him instead of beside him on the couch. Claire came down the stairs, peeking in at them.

"Claire. Room. Now," Amelia snapped. The young girl turned, heading back upstairs. Jimmy watched her disappear from view, then turned back to his wife. "Can I see her?" Amelia swallowed, shaking her head. "No. No. I don't know yet. It's been almost a year, you know?"

"I know. I know," Jimmy nodded. "Yeah," Amelia's eyes flickered down to her lap. "Think your daughter would have wanted to know you were okay?" Her husband swallowed, the already-prepared lie rolling easily off his tongue. "I was in a psych clinic. I just wanted to get myself straight before seeing you." Hurt showed in her gaze as she looked back up at him. "Oh. And no telephones, or-?" Remorse filled Jimmy's chest. "No, I know. You're right. I'm- I'm so sorry. But it's all- it's all over now. I mean, I'm- I'm really okay."

"What does that mean?"

"I was- I was confused, Amelia. I was completely delusional. And I thought- I thought God was calling me to something and I thought it was important, and I was wrong. I was such an idiot. Heaven, Hell... none of that matters. The only thing that's important to me is you and Claire. And I- I can't undo what I've done. But I just wanna come home again."

Amelia was silent for a moment following his speech, processing it all. "I don't know if I can do that," she said finally. "Not yet." Understanding and regret alike washed over Jimmy, and he nodded sadly. "I mean, whatever you're comfortable with," he told her. "Maybe we could start with something smaller?"

"Like what?"

"I don't know... Dinner?"

While Jimmy was reuniting with his family, the Winchesters were on the move, trying to reach him as fast as they possibly could. When they pulled up in the driveway, they could see a struggle happening through the front window. "Stay here, bug," Dean instructed his daughter, hurrying out of the car with Sam. One demon was beating up Jimmy while another was holding Claire hostage. Dean killed the one holding Claire, cutting his throat with Ruby's knife. The other demon jumped up to attack, but was stopped as Sam started to exorcise it with his psychic abilities.

"Go. Get them out of here," Sam told his brother. Dean snapped out of it, turning away and pushing Jimmy and Claire toward the door. "Go, go!" Father and daughter hurried out to join Mack in the Impala. Meanwhile, Sam was struggling to exorcise the demon. She smiled as she approached him. "Aw. Can't get it up, can you, Sam?" she taunted. "No, but I can," Dean said. Before he could stab her with the knife, the demon smoked out of its host body, the woman crumpling to the floor. Dean and Sam hurried out to the Impala.

"Come on, come on, come on, come on." Jimmy, Mack and Claire were standing outside the car waiting. "Thank god," Jimmy breathed when he saw them. "Where's your wife?" Dean asked. "Right here," Amelia said, coming up behind him. "Let's go." They all got into the Impala and peeled away. A little while later, Jimmy, Dean and Sam stood outside the Impala while Amelia and Claire sat together in the backseat. Mack waited in the front in between Sam and Dean's spots.

"You were right," Jimmy admitted morosely, looking back at his family. "I'm sorry we were," Dean told him sincerely. "I'm telling you, I don't know anything," Jimmy insisted. "I don't think they're inclined to believe you."

"And even if they did," Sam added, "you're a vessel. They're still gonna wanna know what makes you tick."

"Which means vivisection, if they're feeling generous."

"I'm gonna tell you once again, you're putting your family in danger. You have to come with us." Jimmy got visibly angry at Sam's words. "How long? And don't give me that 'cross the bridge when we get to it' crap." Sam glared right back at him. "Don't you get it? Forever. The demons will never stop. You can never be with your family. So either you get as far away as possible or you put a bullet in your head. And that's how you keep your family safe. But there's no getting out and there's no going home."

Both Dean and Jimmy stared at Sam, shellshocked. "Well, don't sugarcoat it, Sam," Dean quipped. "I'm just telling him the truth, Dean. Someone has to." Jimmy left them, walking over and opening the back door of the Impala to speak with Amelia. Claire had fallen asleep beside her, and Mack was also dozing in the front. "Hey, so I pretty much owe you the biggest apology ever," Amelia chuckled. "No, you don't," Jimmy shook his head sadly. "Yes, I do. I'm so sorry, Jimmy. And I will never, ever forgive myself for letting you walk out that door."

"Well, you did what any rational person would have done," he pointed out wryly. "I mean, hell, I thought I was crazy half the time." That didn't seem to make Amelia feel any better, and it didn't make him feel better either. "So, demons, huh?" she asked. "Yeah," he let out a single, humorless chuckle. "Can we...? Can we even go home, or...? What are we gonna do?"

"These boys are gonna get you a car, don't ask me how, and you're gonna take Claire to Carl and Sally's as fast as you can." Amelia blinked. "Wait. What about you?" When he didn't respond, she realized what was happening. "... No, I'm not going anywhere without you, Jimmy."

"Listen to me. Every moment that I'm with you, you and Claire are in danger."

"I don't care. We are not splitting up again."

"We don't have a choice," Jimmy told her sadly. "For how long?" she asked him. "We'll cross that bridge when we get to it." Amelia shook her head again. "We're a family," she stressed, pleading for him to listen to her. "They will kill you, Amelia, and they'll kill Claire. You just have to get as far away from me as you can."

A little ways back, Dean watched the couple embrace. A pang of guilt went through him, mixed with something that, when he thought about it, could only be described as jealousy. It was stupid, really. That wasn't even Cas, standing there, having a heartfelt moment with Amelia. It was Jimmy, saying goodbye to his wife. It didn't seem to matter, though. He was extremely worried about the angel who had ditched out of his vessel without so much as an explanation as to why.

It didn't help that Anna had popped in on the drive to the Novak household, and mentioned that Cas had gotten dragged back to Heaven. Whatever the important news he had to share with Dean had been, it had to have been big if it got him punished like this. Sam finished hotwiring the car for Amelia and Claire, and then Jimmy and the Winchesters climbed into the Impala and drove off.

Dean looked over at Sam as he drove. Mack was still snoozing between them in the front while Jimmy had dozed off in the back. "What the hell happened back there?" he asked. "What?" Sam shot back. "You practically fainted trying to gank a demon." Sam made a face. "Okay, I didn't faint. I got a little dizzy." Dean wasn't amused. "Well, you can call it whatever you want. Point is, you used to be strong enough to kill Alastair. Now you can't even kill stunt-demon number three?"

"What do you want me to say about it, Dean?" Sam snapped, on edge. "Well, for starters, what's going on with your mojo? I mean, it's yo-yoing all over the place. I'm not trying to pick a fight here, okay? I just- you're scaring me, man." The elder Winchester looked over at his brother, who had gone to look out his window. "I'm scaring myself." Sam's phone began to ring, and he answered it. "Hello?... Who's this?" He turned in his seat, waking up Jimmy. "Hey. It's your wife."

Dean's heart clenched in his chest at Sam's words, but he pushed the feeling aside. He couldn't be acting like some lovesick widow or whatever over Cas being gone. It didn't even make sense for him to feel that way toward the angel. But he really couldn't help it. If Cas hadn't shown up when he had, Mack might have stayed mute for months or even years. He was extremely grateful for his presence in their lives, and wished he could just find out somehow that Cas was okay, whatever was happening to him up in Heaven.

"Amelia?" Jimmy spoke into the phone sleepily, then sat forward, suddenly totally alert. "Oh my God."

"Alright, they're expecting you to come alone. That's exactly what you're gonna do," Dean told Jimmy. Apparently, that demon he'd failed to kill had possessed Amelia, and now was holding Claire hostage unless Jimmy turned himself over. He was beating himself up inside for the error, but nothing could be done about it now. "We'll work our way through the catwalks," Sam continued. "We'll be right behind you."

"All you gotta do is stay calm and stall. Let us do our job." Jimmy glared at him, and Dean tried not to flinch at the anger in the cobalt depths. "You want me to stay calm? This is my family we're talking about." Dean darted his tongue out, wetting his lips while his heart threatened to beat out of his chest. "Listen to me, this will work. You understand. Nobody's gonna get hurt."

"Yeah, whatever," Jimmy grumbled. "Give me a minute, okay?" He walked away from Sam and Dean, heading toward the warehouse, and a moment later they could hear him yelling faintly. "Castiel, you son of a bitch! You promised my family would be okay. You promised me you were gonna take care of them. I gave you everything you asked me to give. I gave you more. This is the thanks I get? This is what you do? This is your Heaven? Help me, please. You promised, Cas. Just help me."

Sam frowned, as the yelling died down. "Huh... didn't think he had that in him." Dean just scoffed, biting his lip. "Let's go." They entered the warehouse, just after Jimmy. They were almost immediately ambushed by demons and dragged into the main room. Jimmy and Amelia stood, while Claire was unconscious and tied to a chair. "Nice plan, Dean," Sam hissed. "Yeah, well, nobody bats a thousand."

"Got the knife?" Amelia asked. One of the demons holding Sam held up Ruby's knife for her to see. "And you know what's funny?" she asked. "You wearing a soccer mom?" Dean quipped. "Is I was actually bummed to get this detail, picking up an empty vessel. Sort of like a milk run. Now look who landed in my lap... Where's little baby Winchester?"

"Not here," Dean replied coldly. "Oh, she can't be too far," Amelia smirked. "You wouldn't want to be away from her for long." She jerked her head and one of the demons holding Dean let go, heading back out of the room. "No!" Dean shouted, struggling to get away from the other demon. "Well, you got us, okay?" Sam said, drawing Amelia's attention. "Let these people go." Amelia chuckled lowly. "Oh, Sam. It's easy to act chivalrous when your Wonder Girl powers aren't working, huh?" The other demon came back in dragging Mack, and Dean struggled even harder. "Now for the punchline. Everybody dies."

Amelia held up a gun, shooting Jimmy in the gut, then Mack. Jimmy crumpled to his knees and Dean yelled again as Mack cried out in pain. "NO!" Amelia turned to one of the demons holding Sam. "Waste Little Orphan Annie." She exited the room and the demon stepped around Jimmy to get to Claire. The demon picked up a pipe, swinging it toward Claire, but she suddenly awoke, grabbing the pipe in one one hand and placing the other to the demon's forehead. It screamed as it was exorcised in a bright light. Sam and Dean used the distraction to turn on their own demons. Sam got Ruby's knife back from the one holding him, and held her down, staring at her neck.

Dean was getting pummeled by the male demon, and Castiel, in Claire's body, came up and exorcised it. They both hurried over to the demon still holding Mack. It sneered at them, using her as a shield. "Let her go," Dean snarled, scared to get close while it still had her in its grasp, just in case it decided to hurt her more. Cas seemed to have the same reservations. "Make me," it taunted. Dean and Cas exchanged a look, and then both jumped into action. While Dean lunged to grab Mack, Cas went to kill the demon. Meanwhile, Sam had cut the female demon's neck with the knife and began drinking her blood.

Sam turned, mouth still bloody, to see Dean and Cas staring at him in horror. Dean was clutching Mack close, turning her away so she wouldn't see any more. Cas had healed her after killing the demon. Turning back, Sam stabbed the demoness in the heart with the blade, then faced his brother and the angel again. He stood, holding out a hand just in time to catch Amelia and exorcise her with his newly recharged psychic powers. Dean let go of Mack, catching Amelia and holding her up as Cas walked over to Jimmy.

"Of course we keep our promises. Of course you have our gratitude. You served us well. Your work is done. It's time to go home now. Your real home. You'll rest forever in the fields of the Lord. Rest now, Jimmy." Jimmy shook his head, blood filling his mouth and staining his teeth as he stared up at the angel. "No. Claire?"

"She's with me now," Cas told him. "She's chosen. It's in her blood, as it was in yours." Jimmy struggled, face contorted in pain. "Please, Castiel. Me, just take me. Take me, please." The Winchesters and Amelia approached, but held back when they saw Cas and Jimmy talking. "I wanna make sure you understand. You won't die or age. If this last year was painful for you, picture a hundred, a thousand more like it."

"It doesn't matter," Jimmy begged. "You take me. Just take me."

"As you wish."

Castiel touched Jimmy's face and a bright light emanated from his eyes and mouth. Claire dropped to her hands and knees as Cas, now in Jimmy, stood up. He walked past Amelia, standing next to Sam, Dean and Mack. Amelia ran to Claire and embraced her. She looked back, meeting Castiel's eyes as he turned to go. "Cas, hold up," Dean stopped him. "What were you gonna tell me?"

"I learned my lesson while I was away, Dean. I serve Heaven, I don't serve man, and I certainly don't serve you." The words stung and Dean flinched away, but Mack grabbed Cas's arm as he turned to go once more. "Cas, please," she begged him. He looked down at her, expression softening just briefly before hardening again. "Let me go, Mckinley." She stared up at him with tears in her eyes. "Cas," she whispered pleadingly. Instead of responding, Cas gave Dean a pointed look.

Understanding, Dean stepped forward, and pulled his daughter away from the angel. "No!" she shouted as Cas turned and walked away. "Cas! Come back! Cas!"

They took a break at a rest stop so Sam could clean himself off once they left the warehouse. While he was inside, Dean called Bobby and asked him to call Sam about fifteen minutes later and make up an excuse for them to shag ass to his place after telling him what happened. Mack had fallen silent and solemn in the backseat, rubbing Skittles' ear and staring out the window. Dean felt guilty every time he looked back at her.

When Sam returned to the car, it had started raining lightly. Dean pulled out, resuming the drive in a similar solemn quiet to his daughter. "Alright, let's hear it," Sam told him. "What?" he asked. "Drop the bomb, man. You saw what I did. Come on, stop the car, take a swing." Dean flicked his eyes over to his brother, then focused back on the road. "I'm not gonna take a swing."

"Then scream, chew me out."

"I'm not mad, Sam."

"Come on," Sam said, not believing him. "You're not mad?" Dean kept his face neutral as he replied. "Nope." Sam wet his lips, taking a deep breath. "Right. Look, at least let me explain myself." Dean stopped him. "Don't. I don't care." Sam stared at him like he'd lost his mind. "You don't care?" he echoed. "What do you want me to say, that I'm disappointed? Yeah, I am. But mostly, I'm just tired, man. I'm done. I'm just done."

Right on cue, Sam's phone rang, and Dean's hands tightened just slightly on the wheel. "Hey, Bobby," he greeted him. "Hey, you and your brother better shag ass to my place ASAP," Bobby told him. "What's going on?" Sam asked. "The apocalypse, genius. Now get your asses over here." Sam hung up and Dean looked over at him. "What'd he say?"

When they got to Bobby's house, they headed into the basement toward the panic room. "Well, thanks for shaking tail," Bobby told them. "Yeah, you got it," Dean replied. Sam opened the door ahead of them. "Go on inside. I wanna show you something." Dean hung back with Bobby while Sam walked in, turning to face them. "Alright. So, uh, what's the big demon problem."

"You are," Bobby answered. "This is for your own good." Together, he and Dean closed and locked the door, shutting Sam in. Sam began to yell after them as Dean took Mack upstairs, Bobby taking the time to shut the window latch before heading after them.