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Michael. He's dead.

Jack, are you...

I'm me again.

You wanna know how much of my soul I had to burn off to kill Michael.

- Yes. - I don't know.

Don't be afraid.

You're an angel.

You're special because you heal people for money.

You may have noticed, around here, good life ain't cheap.

I was a so-so angel, but turns out,

I am an excellent businesswoman.

- Why? - I needed the truth.

I needed revenge for my family.

You would've done the same thing.

I don't feel sorry for you, Nick.

I feel sorry for the people you hurt and the people you murdered.

You can burn.

When am I getting out of here?

Listen, you piece of crap.

You're gonna be locked up for the rest of your life.

You chose Lucifer.

He chose me.

- Reject him, Nick. - I can't.

Where're you going?

Wherever it's darkest. Wherever he is.

Our field trip is to see Donatello?

We're worried about you.

How do you feel, Jack?

I don't know.

I know I don't feel nothing,

but I don't feel the same, either.

Dean and I, we want to talk to you about your powers.

What about them?

You know, you just got them back, Jack.

We want to make sure you're comfortable with them again before you...

Before you go all X-Men.

- You understand that? - I understand.

I won't use my powers without permission.

Promise.

Raindrops keep falling on my head

Because I'm free

Nothing's worrying...

Hold your haystacks! I'm coming!

Jeez! I'm coming!

Holy Christmas.

Hello.

Can I help you?

Please.

No. No.

No, no, no, no, no.

Come on.

Do you think we have enough?

Son of a bitch!

I thought this was supposed to relax him.

Um...

It will...

I hope.

I just thought it would be nice to stay in for a change.

You know, this was his favorite game when he was little.

How about you? Feeling better?

Everybody keeps asking me that.

We're family. It's our job.

Well, it's annoying.

Jack...

if you ever want to talk or... vent...

You're here. I know.

All right. Winchester game night is a go,

soon as Sammy gets back here

with the two double-pepperoni meat blasters and a pineapple.

I like it.

Yeah, it's like a crime against humanity.

You missed a call.

Oh.

What's wrong?

Help me, please!

Come quick.

Dean. It's me.

- It's Donatello. - Donatello?

I need help.

You and Sam. Help me, please!

You've reached Sam Winchester.

If this is an emergency, call my brother.

Sam's not answering his phone. This whole damn town's a dead zone.

All right. We got to go.

- What do I do? - Stay here.

When Sam gets back, play him that voicemail

and have him call me on my spare.

- Got it? - Got it.

So much for game night.

Wow. This place is so...

Ugh.

I appreciate you coming.

Well, you said you had something for me.

Hi. Can I get you some coffee?

No. Thank you.

Yes.

16th-century Burmese blood rubies.

Five carats. Excellent clarity.

Castiel, where did you get these?

On a case.

They are lightly cursed,

but it's nothing that would affect an angel.

Uh-huh.

And you're giving these to me?

No. No. I need something.

I need your help.

To contact God.

Yeah. Good luck with that.

You forget, Anael. I know you.

I know what you did before your demotion.

When you were Joshua's right hand.

And I know that God spoke to Joshua, and only to Joshua.

Now, he's dead,

but you understand how they communicated.

Why do you want to know?

There's a Nephilim... Jack.

Lucifer's son?

Yes.

Jack killed Michael.

Good night, sweet prince.

But to do so, he used magic that consumed his soul.

Not all of it, I hope,

but we just don't know how much Jack has left.

And I've been looking through all the lore,

and it all says the same thing.

Only God can restore a soul. And that's why you need him.

Right.

The Winchesters... they don't know you're here, do they?

Why do you say that?

Oh, I don't know, just a general reek of ill-conceived lone-wolf desperation.

Will you help me or not?

Not. Sorry.

You see, Joshua never spoke to God.

God spoke to him.

There's a big difference.

I see.

But...

there was a rumor.

A whisper, after the Fall.

Joshua placed a long-distance call, and God picked up.

Okay. How?

I don't know. I wasn't there.

But I know someone who was, and I can take you to them.

I should be there with you.

- It's fine. - No, it's not.

You heard Donny's message, right?

Yeah, I did.

He sounds like he's speaking in tongues, like he's possessed again.

No, that's not...

It's not Enochian. I think it's Ancient Hebrew.

- What's he saying? - We don't know yet.

I'm still working on it.

- All right, well, work fast. - Watch your back.

That's the plan.

Ancient Hebrew. What the hell?

Well, Sammy sounds stressed.

It's not just Sam.

It's Jack.

It's you.

I just wish there was something that I--

Hey. You're here, okay? You're here.

But I should have been here more.

But I know how I am.

I can be closed off...

and hard.

Yeah, well, that's where I get it from.

Listen.

I just need you to know...

I'm grateful.

For every day I get to spend with you and Sam.

Wait a second. Wait, wait, wait.

This...

- I know this. - What?

Donatello's message... it's...

It's from the Bible.

It's Peter.

Peter 5:8.

Here.

"Be sober, be vigilant, because your adversary the Devil,

as a roaring lion, walketh about,

seeking whom he may devour."

Donatello?

No! Please! Dean! Please!

- Donatello? - Help me, Dean! Help!

Sam! Dean!

Help! Help me!

Good. You made it.

Where's Donatello?

What, no "Hey, how you been?"

So it's just you, huh?

Sammy's home sick?

- How are you even-- - Here?

Instead of rotting away in a jail cell where you left me?

Sort of a funny story,

and by "funny," I mean a lot of people died.

No one's here, but I saw this in the trash.

Dumpster diving.

Classy, Mama bear.

- What did you do? - Nothing.

I mean, I sort of injected your friend with poison.

Thallium, to be exact.

So he's got about a day

before his internal organs start shutting down.

But that's just sort of a guesstimate.

Why?

To get your attention.

I mean, he was-- Is. Sorry.

Is one of your friends, right, and you don't have a lot of those.

I'm not buying a word of this.

No?

Hit the live-stream button.

You can save him if you can find him.

Where is he?

Oh.

The angry voice. Hey, if you kill me, you kill him.

Do it. What do I got to live for? Go.

What do you want?

I want to talk.

We're closed.

Even for us, Methuselah?

Yeah.

We're friends of Joshua.

Joshua didn't have any friends.

Except you. You sheltered him after the Fall.

I didn't "shelter..." We were roommates.

Okay? He made a mean lasagna.

You saw him try to contact God. How did he do it?

Yeah. Maybe try asking him.

Can't. Dead.

Well, guess you're out of luck.

No. You'll tell me, or I'll burn this place to the ground

and you with it.

Kiddo, how old am I?

Go for it. Put me out of my misery.

Is that really what you want?

The thingamajig he used, it's around here somewhere.

Where?

I don't know. Somewhere.

But you're angels, right? I'm sure you'll know it when you see it.

Or not.

Hey. Hey! Not now. Okay?

Not yet.

But he was just sitting there waiting for you?

That doesn't make any sense. What kind of game is he playing here?

I don't know.

You ask me, that psycho's seen way too many '90s serial-killer movies.

Nick doesn't even know Donatello.

Lucifer did.

It doesn't make any sense to me, either, but Donatello...

We're running out of time.

The poison we can handle.

Thallium, the antidote is Prussian blue. We have some of that here.

And the live feed Nick showed you...

um...

maybe I can hack that?

Good. Great.

But it's gonna take time. Maybe more than we have.

All right, well, Nick said he wanted to talk.

- So let's talk. - Yeah, let's talk.

Hey, hey. No, no, no.

- What? - I need you to stay here.

- Why? - The way you are right now,

if Nick looks at you wrong, you're gonna waste him.

That can't happen.

All right. Yeah. Sure.

Not yet.

Right.

Sam...

Donatello's in this because of me.

A police officer is dead because of me.

I'm the one who let Nick go. I'm the one who...

What was I thinking?

You thought he deserved a chance.

Yeah, well, he didn't.

Sam, look at me.

Nick's choices are his.

Just his.

You didn't know...

That's not an excuse.

No one's making excuses,

but you gave him a chance because you felt for him.

Because you're a good man.

You are.

It's one of the reasons I'm so proud of you.

Are you insane?

This is Mulberry silk.

Sorry.

So, Methuselah said...

We'd know it when we'd see it. Right.

No.

Well, you might.

When you were working for Joshua, did you ever...

Even if we found Joshua's Batphone, God's not gonna care.

- You wanna know how I know? - How?

You ever wonder why a vaunted apprentice became a lowly button-pusher?

Well, I heard that Joshua offered you more responsibility,

and you just walked away.

I believed in Heaven.

You know, our mission. I believed, Castiel.

But then I got to Earth,

and I saw that it wasn't the paradise God promised.

I mean, there was so much hate, so much suffering.

So I asked Joshua...

I mean, these were God's creations.

His perfect people.

Why wasn't he helping them?

And do you know what he said?

No.

"God doesn't meddle."

He doesn't meddle?

Well, I do. So I do.

And here I thought you just performed miracles for the money.

Well, you haven't been paying attention then.

I do them for me. I don't need Heaven.

And I don't need God.

And...

I'm happy, Castiel.

Really?

Because that sounds lonely.

We're all lonely, because we're all alone.

From ant to lion to human to angel.

Every last one of us.

You know, he does meddle.

God reached down, and he brought me back to life.

So he saves one angel,

and watches millions of people die screaming, every day.

What does that say about him?

Where's Donatello?

You having fun?

Oh. Yeah. Having a riot.

I get you, Dean.

You and me...

we're almost like brothers, you know.

Michael, you, Lucifer, me...

We both know what it's like

to be hog-tied to a nuclear warhead, man.

Hmm.

Cut the crap.

Where is he?

You're never the same after something like that, are you?

Being one with one of them.

It changes you.

Makes you more than human.

Come on, Dean, admit it. With Michael, you were a prince.

Now you're just a broken hunter.

You're too stupid to know you've been beat.

Beat? What are you beating me at?

Hmm?

Come on, Nick.

What's this all about?

I want to see my son.

His son? He said that?

He says he wants to talk to Jack. Alone.

No.

Absolutely not.

I'm not afraid of him.

Nick's cracked. He's frigging Cocoa Puffs, okay?

Sam?

- I mean-- - "I mean"? What do you mean, you mean?

I mean...

Look, finding Donatello is going slowly, Dean,

and Nick is locked down in our bunker.

How's he even a threat?

He's always a threat.

Donatello helped me, and now he needs my help.

He's my friend.

And I don't think we have another choice.

Hey, sonny boy.

Where's Donatello?

Wow.

You're so tough.

That's your pop, you realize.

My father was a monster.

Everybody's a monster.

Even your three dads.

How many innocent people you think they've killed?

Answer the question!

He loved you.

You know that?

He did.

I felt it.

He loved you so much, and you broke his heart.

Of course, I'm talking about the old you.

The you with a soul.

Yeah. Kermit the Prophet told me all about your sitch.

What's that like, not having a soul? Must be relaxing.

I have a soul.

I don't know. I don't see it.

I'm looking right at you, and I see nothing.

I have a soul!

You good?

Sorry. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm serious.

How'd it go?

Did he...

Nick. He'll show us where to find Donatello.

Mama!

- Ugh! - Mama!

Mama.

Ugh.

Yeah. I'm done.

Look, I just stepped on a rat, so...

- Anael... - Skip it.

Skip the whole judgmental crap designed to play at my insecurities,

and I will skip my inevitable witty reply

about the real reason you're doing all this.

What do you mean, the real reason?

I'm doing this for Jack.

No, you're not.

You're doing this because you're afraid.

Because in your mind, it'd be easier to call God

than to tell Sam and Dean Winchester the truth.

The truth?

Jack's soul is gone, Castiel.

And there's nothing you can do about it.

Look. I don't want to say all that and hurt your feelings,

so, what do you say we call it a night?

Boy, that Jack has got issues, right?

You throwing in the towel?

Hey.

Our deal?

I've seen that before.

Where? Crystal shop? A dollar store? Ren fair?

No.

The one I know, it glows in the presence of God.

- This is what we're looking for. - Good eye.

Joshua forged it after he fell.

That thing talks to God?

Only one way to find out.

God...

I don't know where you are. I don't know if you can hear me.

But please.

Sam, Dean... we need you.

Please.

Yeah, it never worked for Joshua, either.

So, the warehouse is just down there. Want me to show you?

No. You're gonna stay here.

All by my lonesome?

Look, you try anything funny, Sammy's gonna shoot you.

Anything happens to me--

Wait. Let me guess. Sammy's gonna shoot me.

Yeah, to start.

Here. Antidote. Donatello.

It's too bad.

I would have really enjoyed giving God a piece of my mind.

But what can I say? I'm always right.

So, what are you gonna do now?

Go home.

Go home and tell Sam and Dean the truth.

And then?

I don't know.

Well...

Thank you.

It's been swell.

Do you need a ride?

I'll call a cab.

Anael.

You know, you're not always right.

Just because God's not with us doesn't mean we're alone.

Why? Because we all have each other?

Yes.

You hear from Sam and Dean?

No, not yet.

What's all this?

Some stuff we found at Donatello's.

It's not helping.

This...

This was grace.

Can't you feel it?

This was filled with angelic grace.

It's nice that we're finally alone.

I feel like I never get a chance to talk to you anymore.

Oh, Sammy boy, Sammy boy

Your phone, your phone is calling

Mom?

Mom? Hey.

Sammy boy, Sammy boy

The phone is calling

No. He's not back yet. Yeah.

Hey.

All right.

He's sure?

Damn it.

Out of the car! Get out of the car!

All right, all right, all right.

Whoa. Whoa.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Was that Mama bear?

There was never any poison.

You injected Donatello with angel grace.

Why?

Wow. She figured it out.

- That's good. - Talk!

Prophets are sort of like old CB radios.

You boost the power. You mess with their frequency...

CB radio?

Are you trying to communicate with someone?

Who?

Search your feelings, Sam.

No. No. Lucifer's dead.

- He's in the Empty. - Yeah, and he's awake...

and with the help of your little prophet friend,

I was able to have a convo with him,

and he told me how to bring him back.

It won't be easy. You'll have to prove yourself.

The Winchesters will be a problem.

But you can use that, twist it, find a way to get to my son.

His blood. You need his blood.

Come on, Sam. Nobody stays dead anymore. You know that.

All you need is a little elbow grease, some new friends.

Where you think I got that angel grace?

Who do you think hid me after I carved up that cop?

Demons. Yeah.

They want Lucifer back almost as much as me.

So, thanks.

Dean!

Ah!

Ah!

Lucifer's perfect vessel.

Not so perfect now, are you?

Come on, Sam.

Let's play, baby.

Come on, Sam!

Come on.

Dean!

Dean.

Sam?

Hey, hey, hey. Sammy.

Hey!

Nick... he's trying to resurrect Lucifer.

- How? - I don't know!

I don't know. He played us.

- Oh, God. Help me. - Hey! Hey!

We have to stop him.

Thanks.

Yeah, well, we don't even know where he is, okay?

And he hurt Sam. He got him in the head.

I don't even want to move him.

We called an ambulance, but they said 20 minutes.

It's not good, Mom. It's really bad.

We're on our way.

What is it?

It feels like my blood's burning.

He has it.

I have a soul!

This was about you, Jack.

All of it.

He needed your blood.

I feel it. I can feel him.

Where? Where is he?

I think I know. I think I can get us to him.

But I need to use my powers.

Do it.

Lucifer.

I'm here.

I'm ready.

Your vessel.

Your perfect vessel.

Make me strong again. Make me you.

No!

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait! What did you do?

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Jack!

Jack!

What are you doing?

Stop it!

Stop it!

Stop! Stop!

Jack, stop it!

Hey. Hey. Come on. Stay with me now.

We're just gonna play a little game.

We're gonna count, okay? We're gonna count.

Count with me. One...

two...

- Two. - Yeah, there you go.

Three.

Come on. Come on.

You always put... You always put me first.

No, no. Come on. Come on, man.

Your whole life...

Okay. All right.

All right. Come on. Come on. Just count with me.

Sammy. Hey! Sam!

Mary?

I had to.

Uh...

Sam... Uh, he's hurt.

Help him.

Dean?

Sam.

Nick. Where's Nick?

I stopped him. It's over.

What about Mom?

She's fine.

Everything's gonna be fine.

I healed Sam.

Everything's gonna be okay.

Good.

That's good.

Mary.

Nick...

he was a bad person, a killer.

I had to stop him.

Not like that.

He deserved it.

Take me home, Jack.

I will.

I will. I just...

Tell me it's okay.

It's not.

You're not.

It's not your fault...

but the Jack I know...

would never have done that.

You... You're...

Something's wrong.

No, I'm not. You're wrong.

Sweetheart.

You know I'm not.

You know, Sam and Dean, they were grateful.

If Sam and Dean saw what you did, they would be as worried as I am.

Are you gonna tell them?

You need help, we'll help you.

We're your family.

You can't.

We care about you, Jack.

- No, just leave me alone. - Jack.

- Leave me alone. - Please, just--

Leave me alone. Leave me alone!

- Please. - Leave me alone.

Leave me alone.

What's happening?

- Leave me alone! - What's going on?

- Leave me alone! - Jack, just...

Listen!

Jack? Please!

- Listen to me! - Leave me alone!

Mary?