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We're playing a big game here.

God, he's been a busy boy...
extinguishing galaxies.

Wiping the slate clean.

I told you, Dean. This is your destiny.

You are the messengers
of God's destruction.

You gave me what I needed most.

I want to do the same for you.

Mom?

I have the next step.

About Billie's plan, uh,

she hasn't been real
specific on the details.

Yeah, when you... when
you go up against Chuck,

uh, you're gonna what, bob and weave?

Or do you go straight
in for the full smite?

Something like that.

If we just take Chuck off the board,

that still leaves her. Amara.

That throws things out of balance,

and if things are out of balance,

then the world pretty much...

- Ends.
- Right.

But if Jack kills her...

Then there's no God,
there's no Darkness.

Nothing out of balance.

World saved.

She's making it weird.

- She's still one of God's...
- Creatures?

Yeah, one of his weird,
creepy-ass creatures.

Just maybe she should eat outside?

Away from, like, people.

Right?

So do something about it, Conner.

Yeah. Got it.

Where you going, brother?

We have house rules about
being clean to eat here.

Yes, we have rules,

but we also have spirit, too, right?

Yes. We have spirit, Pastor.

Lead with compassion on this one.

Hey, Conner! Conner!

Down here! I need your help!

Conner!

Ah.

Hey, Conner.

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Hey, you got anything?

Uh, this thing in Missouri.

Not too far.

Felt like a case, but
I don't think it is.

How about you?

Yeah, check this out.

Last night, power goes
out in Atlantic City.

So?

So local crews can't
find anything wrong.

There was no storms,
nothing wrong with the grid.

Still... darkness.

And you think...?

Well, this weekend,
the, uh, what was it,

the Camelot Palace Casino,

they're putting up the
biggest keno jackpot ever.

How's that important?

Chuck said Amara loves keno.

I thought he was kidding.

He's not that funny.

You think Amara just
popped up in New Jersey

and caused a blackout?

She's a player.

It's weak.

Well, right now, weak
is all we have, okay,

'cause nobody's found anything,

and without Amara, we're screwed.

So Atlantic City?

All-you-can-eat prime rib.

And possibly one
all-powerful cosmic being.

Come on, man. Sounds
like a road trip to me.

Cass.

Hey, right on time.

Well, I should go with you.

Cass, it's probably nothing.

Uh, so I'm, what,
supposed to just sit here?

Well, somebody's got
to keep an eye on Jack

in case Billie shows
up for his, uh, thing.

Right, while you track down one of

the most powerful beings in existence

and lie to her face.

Exactly.

Dean, Amara's dangerous.
You can't just charge in.

We're not, okay?

Plus, you know, she and I
used to have a thing, so...

Sam, what's this case about?

I wouldn't worry about it.

I-It's, uh, not our kind of thing.

You sure it's... it's nothing spooky?

I mean, a kid got killed.

It's tragic, obviously,

but the local cops can handle it.

Great. But you know what?

Why don't you and Cass go
run it down just to be sure?

- Really?
- What?

Yeah, you said you didn't
want to sit around here

after the whole Mrs. Butters thing.

Mrs. What?

Just get out there, you know, stay busy.

With a murder investigation?

Yeah.

Sam?

Dean's not wrong.

And, look, this case,
uh, maybe you can help.

Alright, well, you guys go
"Highway to Heaven" that bitch.

I'll get my suit.

Can we wear matching ties?

Yeah.

Blue's a good color on you.

Great, you found it.

Which one did I talk to on the phone?

Agent Swift.

And this is, uh...

Agent Lovato. FBI.

In the field long, Lovato?

You look greener than Baby Yoda.

He's a very smart,
very, uh, pale young man.

I just graduated from CSI.

Uh-huh.

Well, we're standing in
what I call the trap zone.

The victim was first attacked here.

Did anybody find any tiny
bags with chicken bones inside?

Anyone smell any sulfur?

Or feel cold?

I don't... uh, look, none of that.

But there was a message.

The kid, Conner, someone wrote
the word "liar" on his body.

Sort of carved it in.

I see.

Whoever did this worked him over good.

Cut off each finger one by one.

Shoved it down his throat.

And we found this.

Marvelous Marvin the Talking Teddy.

I have one.

Uh, for my stepson. Ronald.

Right.

Well, the toy, it's got a speaker in it,

and we found another one
in a fake rock over there.

How strange.

Gets stranger.

We caught this off of

one of the security
cameras across the street.

Is that a mask?

Think someone's seen too
many bad slasher flicks.

This is all very horrific.

Almost demonic.

Well, if this is a demon,

I know how to get answers.

What are you doing?

I'm looking up Conner online.

Like Sam always says,

when in doubt, try social media.

Oh, yeah.

I did that once.

There we so many cat
photos, it was just...

There were too many cats.

Someone should be here.

It says I need a parent or
guardian's permission to join.

You have my permission.

Ah.

I have his permission.

Sorry, lads. Shop's closed.

No more deals.

We don't want to make a deal.

Do tell.

So how can Zack be of service?

Why is he talking like that?

I don't know.

Because Zack has style.

Who killed that boy
in the alley downtown?

Was it a demon? Was it you?

No, and...

Wait, are...

are angels solving people crimes now?

Like "Highway to Heaven"
but with murder or something?

Because I-I would watch that show.

Right.

If you didn't do it,
do you know who did?

No. I admire their work,

but it's got nothing to do with us.

Just some wacko.

Humans, am I right?

So no one made a deal?

N-No one's making deals. Like, at all.

Uh, Rowena has a hard

"people will end up where
they belong" philosophy.

It can be nice, less quotas.

But, like, look at me,

uh, a crossroads demon
who can't bring in a deal?

Like, wha... uh, what even am I?

You're a deviant soul corrupted by Hell.

Well, yeah, yes, but I-I mean more in,

like, a work-life-balance sense.

Okay. We should go.

No, wait, wait.

Um, I-I-I-I could help.

Do you need a driver, or...?

Come on. I'm bored out of my mind.

No, guys, guys.

Sam was right.

It's not a monster.

Well, he was half right.

Sometimes humans can be
the worst kind of monsters.

Yeah, but it's kind of not our thing.

Guess we should just
go back to the bunker

and do nothing while we
wait for Sam and Dean.

No.

No, we're gonna stay.

We can help.

Valerie!

Valerie, over here!

Valerie.

So Rowena's got Hell on lockdown, huh?

Yeah, it would appear so.

Well, about time somebody took charge.

Hey, how's Jack?

Focused.

Well, that's good.

We were with the police earlier.

Another woman has gone missing.

Apparently, she and Conner
were from the same church group.

Sounds like a real lead.

Okay, well, hey, uh, just, you know,

be careful with those hallelujah types.

I mean, most play it straight,

but there's some that think
that every Fed is Deep State.

If I were you, I would
divide and conquer.

Have Jack drink the
Kool-Aid and sign up.

You go in flashing a badge, you know?

Okay, I understand.

How's the search for Amara?

Well, it's dandy.

We'll talk to you later.

Hey, you sure about this?

Hey, man, like I said...

we don't find her, casino buffet.

Pretty good consolation prize.

That's not what I meant.

We've been on the road
for almost two days,

and I get not wanting
to talk about it, I do,

but, you know, what
we're planning on doing,

killing Amara.

Well, we're not pulling the trigger.

Sure, but we still have to find her.

And then if we find her,
we have to lie to her.

We got to set her up for her own death.

Hey, man, Billie called us

"Messengers of God's Destruction," okay?

Did you think that was, what,
gonna be easy? Bloodless?

Mnh-mnh.

We knew there was gonna be a catch.

Least this time it's not you or me.

Thank you, Mitch.

That was a moving testimony.

We all feel Conner's absence
in our heart right now,

and we hope to see him again

when God calls us to
him on the last day.

We dedicate today's charity
service to his memory.

Hello.

Where can I find the Kool-Aid?

What?

I'm sorry. I mean, I want to join.

To help.

My name's Jack.

Okay.

Fill this out.

Is that the pastor?

What's going on?

It was a prayer dedication for...

One of our members just passed away.

Were you close?

Come find me when you're
done with the form.

Hey.

That way.

...bigger picture.

Even in the darkest hour,

our light is waiting to guide us.

Can I pray for you?

Father God, watch over your child.

Bless him with your grace,
your love, and your guidance.

Amen.

Thank you, Pastor.

You look like you have a question.

You the pastor?

I'm Agent Swift.

I have some disturbing news
about an employee of yours.

If this is about Conner...

No, it's not.

Valerie Jones never
made it home last night.

_

New guy's hot.

What? I have eyes.

I'm all done with the paperwork.

Now what?

You can work with me.

People come here from all walks of life.

Make sure you look them in
the eyes, give them a smile.

Then hand them a bagged
lunch and a water.

Thank you. Next.

We used to give out
Bibles, but we stopped.

Oh.

What I said earlier, about Conner...

Excuse me.

I'm... I'm sorry.

I didn't want to upset you.

I'm no good at this.

You're okay.

It's just, uh, you were right.

Conner and I, we...

dated, years ago...

sort of.

More like we watched a
lot of old movies together.

We were kids.

He was always there for me.

I lost someone, too.

My mother.

Yeah?

I, uh...

My mom died three years ago.

Now it's just me and Pastor Joe.

The... The pastor is your father?

He's a better preacher
than he is a dad, but, yeah.

Well, I have more dads than most,

and I always just feel like
I'm letting all of them down.

I've been there.

You're sweet, Jack.

Put your trust in God, not people.

I don't believe in coincidences.

Maybe we're being targeted.

Who would target this church?

We don't call it that here.

People have a lot of
baggage with that word.

We're a faith-based community.

I see. Um, has anyone else

from this faith-based
community gone missing?

No, not missing, but people
come and go all the time.

Like who?

I don't know. Um, Brother
Rudy, for instance.

He handled most of our A.V. and tech.

We recently parted ways.

Was there some kind of conflict?

Uh, no.

He just wanted to
worship somewhere else.

Okay, well, I'm gonna need to
get his contact information.

Dad, do you have a sec?

In a minute. I'm with someone.

- Yeah, but...
- In a minute.

You have kids?

I, uh...

It's complicated.

It always is.

Anyway, whatever I can
do to help, let me know.

Okay.

You really care about
these people, don't you?

It's kind of part of the job.

My wife, she grew up in
this church and loved it.

They were a bit more hardcore back then.

Chalked everything that
happened up to God's will.

Never seemed to realize that...

God just doesn't care.

I was gonna say that we all
have to take care of each other.

Right.

Anyway, I sold the
building, moved us here,

started to preach a gospel of

love and service to our neighbors.

Now, as long as people
are willing to help

as much as they can,

all faiths and backgrounds are welcome.

What do you mean by, um, backgrounds?

Conner didn't have to
live in fear of who he was.

A gay man who believed
in a tolerant God.

Well, I imagine not everyone
was happy with the change.

Not by a mile.

But it doesn't matter.

A saint is a sinner who keeps trying.

Not going in for a snack?

Saving room.

I got four hours till all-you-can-eat.

I have a process.

Ooh, can your process
last for six hours?

Lane closures... I-76.

Damn it!

Pork rinds?

Pork rinds.

I think we can do better than that.

Hello, Dean.

Miss me?

You headed somewhere fun?

Well, we were headed to you, actually.

How'd you find us?

I smelled you from two states over.

You have a very distinctive musk.

Thank you.

And I got wind of your
friend Castiel's angelic APB.

I knew you were looking for me.

Yeah.

We wanted to talk.

First, lunch.

Pierogies?

You're hungry, I'm hungry.

I like new, Earthly experiences,

and I have never had
a Pennsylvania pierogi.

_

Jesus.

Allah. Yahweh. Buddha.

Krishna. Gaia. The Four Winds.

God, you go by so many names.

But it doesn't matter what we call you.

It matters how we live.

Come be among us as we provide
for those less fortunate.

And please help us in welcoming
our newest friend, Jack.

- Welcome.
- Welcome.

Hello.

It's custom here

that someone give
testimony during prayer.

Jack, as the newest member of Patchwork,

I invite you to share your journey.

I...

Um...

Um, I'll do it.

Please.

My name is, um... well,
my name's not important.

I do know what blind faith is.

I used to just follow
orders without question,

and I did some pretty terrible things.

I would never look beyond the plan.

And then, of course, when
it all came crashing down,

I found myself lost.

I didn't know what my
purpose was anymore.

And then one day, something
changed, something amazing.

I...

I guess I found a family,

and I became a father.

And in that,

I rediscovered my faith.

I rediscovered who I am.

Temperatures dropping
considerably tonight

in Columbia as a cold front moves in...

I hope I didn't put
you on the spot earlier.

How'd you do it,

bring all these people together

with so many different
ideas about religion?

It's not about what they believe.

It's about what they do.

I tell them to leave
the rest at the door.

You make it sound so easy.

I always say people are God's hands,

each of us a finger for him to use.

To lift each other up.

...the capital of our
great state of Missouri,

they're getting hammered by a snowstorm.

What is that?

_

Who could've done this?

I don't know.

I do.

We want to take your brother down,

and we need your help.

What makes you think I'd do that?

Because you've got beef with him...

past and present.

Amara, I saw into Chuck's mind.

His memories.

He asked you for help.

Refusing to help him isn't
the same as betraying him.

You know what he's been up
to the past couple of months?

Snuffing out universes,
one after the other.

I know. I can feel it.

He's very nearly done with the others.

And you don't care?

It doesn't matter.

There's nothing you two can do.

There is.

See, our pal Jack, he's a nephilim,

and he's getting stronger every day.

And soon he'll be strong
enough to overpower Chuck.

Now, we have a way to trap him,

but we can't do it without you.

No.

No?

No. I won't betray him like that.

Why? I mean, I get he's
your brother, but...

Ugh, apologies, Dean, but
you don't get anything.

You see me sitting across from you.

You see a woman.

You see Chuck as a squirrelly weirdo.

But you can't imagine
what we really are.

We came into existence together.

We are the same.

The former Death, he told
us you were the firstborn.

Or he told you what you needed to hear.

Chuck and I, we're twins.

Creation and destruction,

light and dark, balance.

And when we split apart,
all this was created.

The Big Bang?

Eh.

When you split? So when...

When he threw you in a cage.

When he betrayed you.

When he trapped you for an eternity.

You can't play on that, not with me.

Maybe I'm a fool,

but I believe caging me hurt him deeply.

And I know for me to do that
to him would be an agony.

I'm sorry.

I can't help you.

Ah!

Brother Rudy left the
congregation, the pastor said.

It was amicable, but...

Maybe that was a bad lie.

Yeah. Maybe.

And he was good with computers, so...

He's been dead a long time.

You know, maybe it's for the better.

What's going on? What are you doing?

Wait here. I'm gonna ask her something.

Why?

I told you, Dean, he's my...

No, no. No.

Why did you bring her back?

You said that you wanted
to show me something,

that you wanted to, uh...
to teach me something.

I don't know if you
were following along,

but your little experiment,

it came to a not-so-happy ending.

My mom is dead.

So what exactly did you want to show me?

What was the point?

I wanted two things for you, Dean.

I wanted you to see that
your mother was just a person,

that the myth that you'd
held onto for so long

of a better life, a
life where she lived,

was just that, a myth.

I wanted you to see that
the real, complicated Mary

was better than your childhood
dream because she was real.

That now is always better than then.

That you could finally
start to accept your life.

Mm.

And the second thing?

I thought having her
back would release you,

put that fire out.

Your anger.

But I guess we both
know I failed at that.

You're damn right.

Look at you.

Just another cosmic
dick rigging the game.

You're just like your brother.

It was a gift, Dean, not a trial.

I'm not angry, Amara.

I'm furious

to know that all my life,

I've been nothing but
a hamster in a wheel.

Stuck in a story.

And you know whose fault that is?

Chuck's.

And it ain't just me.

We're all trapped.

Sam and Cass and Jack and even you.

And you want to talk about the
people that he's killing right now...

- Stop.
- Why? He's not stopping.

And you're doing nothing to stop it.

Think he gives a rat's ass about you?

Well, now who's living in a dreamworld?

Can I... trust you?

I would never hurt you.

Then... I-I'll think about it.

Your dad's freaking out.

Did he call the police?

No. The FBI guys told him not to.

But I posted something about
it, and my feed is going bananas.

So many frowny faces.

This is so crazy.

Can you even believe it?

I believe.

You never did.

Easy, easy.

Just hold on. We've called 911.

She's here. It's
Sylvia... the storage room.

Excuse me. Excuse me.

You're gonna be okay.

Jack, follow him.

Let me.

Oh, dear God.

Sylvia...

- Shut up.
- Let me help you.

Like you helped Mom?

Your mother was sick.

She wouldn't even go to the doctor.

She said, "Put your trust in God."

And he called her home.

And you made fun of her for that.

No, I didn't.

You changed everything.

Those people in there,
they don't worship God.

They worship you.

- Please don't do this.
- Let him go.

I know you're in pain.

I can... I can feel it.

Just let me help you.

Everyone's trying to help me.

Who are you? You're nothing.

You're just a scared little boy

trying to make your daddies happy.

What?

Don't hurt her!

Sleep.

Go get the police.

Go!

What are you?

You're an angel?

Well, not a very good one.

What's going to happen to her?

I don't know, but she won't be alone.

Whatever she needs, whatever it takes,

I'll find a place
where she can get help.

I spent my life taking care
of all these other people.

Should've been taking care of her.

Hey, Jack,

when Pastor Joe asked you to speak,

you were struggling.

Was it, um, something...

something you were afraid to say?

You know, what you're doing,

you're shouldering a great burden.

You don't have to do it alone.

Yes... I do.

I've been lying to you.

Lying about what?

I'm gonna die.

When we... When I kill Chuck and Amara,

I'll die, too.

What?

Billie's spells have been

turning me into some kind of bomb,

and when I go off,

God and Amara will cease to exist.

And...

I won't survive.

Don't tell Sam and Dean.

Oh, yeah? Why not?

They won't understand.

But I know...

This is the only way
they'll ever forgive me.

No.

I watched you die once,
and I will not do it again.

It's not your choice.

There you are.

Cass?

Hey, where you going?

Where's Jack?

He's in his room.

We got back. We didn't
want to wake you up.

Nah, I wasn't asleep.

How'd the case go?

Oh, it went.

Uh, we solved it, saved some people.

Amara?

Yeah. Yeah, we got her.

I think she's on board.

Good.

Wait. What's happening?
Where are you going?

Going to look for another way.

I have to.

What the Hell are you talking about?

Dean,

in case something goes wrong
and I don't make it back,

there's something you
and Sam need to know.

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