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You both know who we might need
to help deal with The Darkness.

You're Metatron? The Metatron?

I'm not an archangel.
I'm the Scribe of God.

Chuck Shurley?

He's a prophet of the Lord.

I don't know how prophets are chosen.

I don't want to be a prophet.

No, you don't at all.

- Obviously, I'm a god.
- You're not a god.

God...

I'm hoping that you and I can finish
what I started a few months ago.

You weren't alone in the beginning.
Your sister was with you.

I was the beginning,
and I will be the end.

I will be all that there is.

We're bonded.
You're the one who set me free.

Our priority is to set Lucifer
loose on Amara.

After we exorcise Lucifer out of Cass
and put him into a new vessel.

Useless.
Lucifer's hold on him is too strong.

Archangel plus God power
doesn't trump God sister.

I think you and I
need to have a nice long chat.

If Amara wipes the slate,
everything is destroyed.

My partner and I
have seen this before, okay?

Wes, Deputy Harris,
were infected by something in this fog.

The amulet,
it burns hot in God's presence.

/mean,
that's why you're back, right?

This isn't her story. It's mine.

What the hell is going on here, exactly?

I'm happy to fill in the blanks.

But maybe we should go somewhere
where we can actually sit down.

We're not going anywhere with you.

Okay, how do we even know that
you're really Chuck and not just some

crazy spell or manifestation...

Kevin?

Guys. You're looking stressed.

Especially you.

It's cool. Trust Chuck.

Whatever it is he needs you to do,
he must think you can handle it.

I always trusted you.

Yeah, that ended well.

How did you... Are you okay?

Yeah. I mean, you know,
given the circumstances.

Yeah, I don't mean to interrupt.
Kind of a plateful here.

And Kevin,
you've been in the Veil long enough.

It's time you had an upgrade.

Holy crap.

Okay. So, well, Chuck.
I guess we don't call you that, huh?

I prefer it.

Okay, "Chuck" it is.

I'm sorry, you're gonna have to give
Dean and me a moment to start to process.

We didn't even know you were around.

I mean, we knew about Chuck,
but we just didn't know about "Chuck."

I mean, I was hoping that you were around,

I prayed and I don't know if they got lost
in the spam or...

- Sam.
- Yeah?

- Babbling.
- Okay.

I'm getting that
not everyone's totally on board.

Here's the thing, Chuck.

And I mean no disrespect.

I'm guessing you came back to help with
The Darkness, and that's great.

That's, you know... That's fantastic.

But you've been gone, um...
A long, long time

and there's so much crap

that has gone down on the Earth
for thousands of years.

I mean, the plagues and wars, slaughters.

And you were, I don't know, writing books?

Going to fan conventions?

Were you even aware?
Or did you just tune it out?

- I was aware, Dean.
- But you did nothing.

And again,
I'm not trying to piss you off, you know.

I don't wanna turn into a pillar of salt.

I actually... I didn't do that.

Okay.

People pray to you.

People build churches for you.
They fight wars in your name.

And you did nothing.

You're frustrated, I get it.

Believe me, I was hands-on.

Real hands-on for, wow, ages.

I was so sure if I kept stepping in,
teaching, punishing,

these beautiful creatures
that I created would grow up.

But it only stayed the same.

And I saw that I needed to step away
and let my baby find its way.

Being over-involved
is no longer parenting.

It's enabling.

But it didn't get better.

Well, I've been mulling it over,
and from where I sit, I think it has.

Well, from where I sit,

it feels like you left us
and you're trying to justify it.

I know you had
a complicated upbringing, Dean,

but don't confuse me with your dad.

End your suffering, Lucifer.
Call out to him, beg him to save you.

You want me to beg Daddy
to come rescue his screw-up of a son?

I'm no fan of Pop's,
but he did make all of...

You know, everything.

That's something that you could never do.

Because all you ever wanted was nothing.

It's not too inspiring, is it?

You're strong, Amara,
and you may defeat him.

But you'll never be him.

You have to understand this
about The Darkness, she's relentless.

A force beyond human comprehension.

It's the only reason
I came off the sidelines.

Must've been great being her brother, huh?

It was the worst.

Always telling me what to do,
making me do what she wanted.

I mean, you guys know how that works.

So, where is she?

No freaking idea, fellas.

She's warded herself
specifically against me.

What've you come up with?

Zip. And we've been at it for months.

Well, matter of time.

I've always had faith in you.

Even if you didn't return the favor.

Where's the guest room?
I could use a shower.

It's, uh... It's just down the hallway.
Fourth door on the left.

Hey, Chuck.
You know that she's got Lucifer, right?

Uh-huh.

The way we heard it, um,

last time when you
bottled up The Darkness,

it took more than just you.

I mean, we heard that
Lucifer was involved.

- No.
- No?

Lucifer was, perhaps, my greatest hope,
and my bitterest disappointment.

Do you think
if I could've trusted him for a moment

I would've put him in the Cage?

And I wasn't gonna mention this,
but thank you so much for springing him.

That wasn't really the plan.

Now, as bad as he was,

after all this time in prison,
he's probably worse.

And by now,
he could've formed an alliance with Amara.

Not walking into that trap, guys.

So, no!

Thus spake the Lord.

- Something's out there.
- Hmm.

Always is.

This is new. Somethings changed.

Maybe Dad picked up
on your latest slaughter-fest.

Spoiled brat.

I needed solitude
and he needed a fan club.

So he made all that,

and when I complained,
he stuffed me in a hole for eons.

With your help.

Stop whining.

I don't need this.

Come on, Amara. Where are you?

I've missed you, Dean.

It's been a while since we've spoken.

I'm aware my brother has surfaced.

If you should cross paths,
if he should reach out to you,

he should know this.

Lucifer, his favorite,
isn't doing so well.

To say nothing of the vessel,
your friend Castiel.

By choosing to ignore me,
my brother is allowing this to happen.

These, and other things.

I thought you should know.

Anything?

Nada.

- Yeah, thanks for the...
- Yeah.

You know,
I can't believe I'm gonna say this,

but, for once,
I actually wish Rowena was here.

I mean, maybe she could track down Amara.
She's done it before.

Yeah, but you can bet she and The Book
are gonna stay stashed

until this whole thing is over.

Where's Chuck?

Sleeping in, I guess?

Does God sleep?

I know he takes really long showers.

- Right? And sings, too.
- Yeah.

Like, crappy old folk songs.
I had to tell him to cool it three times.

You told God to "cool it"?

Yeah, I sleep.

You know, I know this is
a really strange situation and all,

but it's also really amazing, you know?

I mean, it's God.

There're so many things I wanna ask him.

Like, the planets, you know,
why are they round?

Or ears.
I always thought they were strange.

Okay, fanboy. Calm down.

Let's stay focused.

We gotta find Lucifer
before it's too late.

Too late?

Amara is... She's in my head.

Hey, I didn't ask for it, okay?
She just showed up.

But she's shown me visions of Lucifer.
By "Lucifer," I mean Cass.

He looks like crap.
Like, she's really doing a number on him.

Shh. Hey. Morning.

Is that my robe?

I'm telling you guys,

it's a mistake
to get mixed up with Lucifer.

Much as it pained me, I had to walk away.
Too much drama.

Do you have any bacon?

- You eat bacon?
- Yeah.

Hey, guys, this just came up.

Looks like that fog, the Amara fog,
uh, hit another town.

And?

And this one wasn't
as lucky as the last one.

Thousands died. Uh, everybody died.
Uh, except for one man.

How'd you miss that one?

She's baiting me.
I can't respond every time.

- I won't be manipulated.
- Yeah, but thousands of people are dead.

Unfortunately. So find her.

We have
breaking news at this hour

on the most recent freak weather event.

State police are now confirming that

a mysterious toxic fog engulfed the town
of Lewis, Oklahoma late last night.

Reports are also confirmed
that there were mass fatalities.

Descriptions of the event are identical
to those of the fog

that overwhelmed
another town in the days...

What?

I notice you've been in touch with Chuck.

Well, I've got some information
you're gonna need to know.

Okay, say it.

No, it's gotta be in person.
Something I gotta show you.

Gentlemen.

Professor Redfield? FBI.

- Call me Donatello.
- Ah.

I'm named after him.

The Mutant Ninja Turtle?

The Renaissance sculptor.

Right. Of course.

The cops think I'm a terrorist.
I teach chemistry at the university.

I lead a quiet life. I have a cat!
Had a cat.

Well, we are sorry for your loss.

Just a few questions.

Other than the fog,
did you notice anything or anyone

that seemed out of place
on the street that night?

It all happened so fast. I had...

It was like it came out of nowhere.

We hardly ever get fog,
and never like that.

It was horrible.

They were clutching their throats
like they were choking.

And their bodies... Oh, my God.

These terrible black streaks.

And that's when it happened.

It was like nothing I've ever felt
before in my life!

It was like my head was exploding.

Oh, only, not with pain...
With knowledge and clarity!

Things that I'd never known before.

Symbols and voices.
In languages I don't speak!

And then, horrible, horrible visions

of destruction and death.

You think I'm crazy.

No, not at all. Just...
Yeah, will you give us a moment?

You get that
this is all sounding familiar, right?

Yeah. Yeah, like when Kevin found out
he was a prophet.

So what? This guy's a prophet?

Yeah, but I thought
Crowley rounded up all the future prophets

and tried to kill them?

Yeah, but we rescued 'em,
and Donatello wasn't a part of that.

But yeah,
it's possible Crowley missed a few.

And obviously, he had no idea
he was next in line after Kevin, and so...

How would he?
He hadn't gotten hit by the God power yet.

Amara's fog...
Could it have been Amara's God power?

It's still God power.

- All right, I need a coffee.
- Yep.

Am... Am I under arrest?

No, just, um, want to check out
a few more aspects of your story.

Here we go. Would you look at this?
Try and read it a little?

I can't.
I don't know anything about it.

"Behold the face of God."

That came right to me.
Who speaks this language?

Angels.

I need to see you, Dean.

Events are moving swiftly
and everything will change.

I need to meet with you,
but not like this.

Somewhere alone.

I can't be a prophet,
I'm an atheist and a chemist.

I believe in molecules, not God.

Well, we're pretty sure the prophets
don't even know they're in the game

until they've actually
been touched by God. It's...

I was touched by God?

Or possibly his sister, Amara.

- He has family?
- Yeah.

She wants him gone
so she can annihilate the universe.

- That's the headline.
- What?

And since you might have a hotline to her,
we're hoping you can help us find her.

Why would you wanna find her?

- We gotta rescue this guy she's holding.
- Who is?

- Lucifer.
- Her nephew.

- Who is possessing an angel at the moment.
- Yeah.

It's locked. Yeah, that too.

Sometimes we keep
monsters in the back.

- I can't do this.
- Yeah, you can.

No, I promise you, I can't.

Look, we can't force you to do this.
You've gotta want this.

It's like asking me
to believe in Santa Claus!

- Well, actually...
- Dean, not now.

Okay, look, we're not asking you
to believe that this is true.

Just act like you do.
People do it all the time.

What's that?

I don't know.

I think I'm sensing something.
Something big.

Like Amara?

I don't think so.
Although, how would I know?

Could it be... Him?

Hey, Chuck.

We found someone.
I think he's the next prophet.

Neato.

Is that my computer?

I've never seen so much porn.

Not in one sitting.

I'm gonna...

So, listen, he's a little nutted out
about the whole booga-booga of it all,

so maybe just dial back
the God stuff.

So... No pants on. Sam!

- Yep.
- Yep.

Now you're safe.

Donatello, good to see you.
Sorry about your cat.

You know me?

I made you. I made all of you.
Even the ones who aren't born yet.

Oh, my God. It's you.

Good to meet you, sir.
Your celestial magnificence.

- Your, your all...
- Hey, hey, hey, it's okay.

He just kind of goes by "Chuck."

So, we good? You all signed up?

I guess you know that I was an atheist.

Until 10 minutes ago. Is that an issue?

Not for me.

I mean, I believe in me.
But your skepticism is to be expected.

I did include "free will" in the kit.

Welcome aboard.

Oh, uh... Barkeep? Dos margaritas,
top-shelf tequila, please, for my amigos.

Their treat.

All right, we're here.
Don't try to pull any crap.

And what variety of crap
could I possibly pull?

I've lost my grace.

Look at me. I got nothing.

Okay, why did you have to see us?
What's so urgent?

So I noticed
you've been in touch with Chuck.

- Aka You-Know-Who.
- Yeah, yeah.

Is this going anywhere?
Yes, Chuck agreed to take on Amara.

He said that? Used those words?

Pretty much.

- Huh.
- So, what? He's not confronting Amara?

No. No, no, no. He's gonna meet with her.

He's just not gonna take her down.

He's gonna sacrifice himself.
Let her do whatever she wants with him.

Do you really expect us to buy this?

No, of course not.

Here. Buy this.

Ignore the typos, but read it.
It's in his own words.

It's not an autobiography.
It's a suicide note.

You wanted to talk.

This seemed as good a place as any.

Look at them. Endlessly optimistic.

The wind blows over his tower,
he rebuilds.

Always gets me.

If that's so, why are you bailing?

When you see Amara,
you're throwing in the towel?

Metatron. Loose lips.

Well, you think I'm a dick.
Why do you care?

Because before you went MIA,
you did a lot.

Thank you.

And what you call "throwing in the towel,"
I call "strategy."

How is death by your sister a strategy?

I know her. Her beef is with me.

Yeah, but I still don't understand
how dying is a blueprint for success.

I won't be dying, I'll be Caged.

I trade myself for everything I created.
It goes on.

Okay, well, the, um...

Amara that I know
is a mountain of pissed off.

I mean, she's spent
a gazillion years in solitary.

The only thing she's thinking
is it's her turn.

And I'll give it to her
as long as she accepts the deal.

The deal?

She's gonna eliminate you,

and then she's gonna destroy
everything that you've created.

She's told me this personally.

Look, you started this.
You started all of this.

But does that
give you the right to end it?

You know,
we're not just some toys you throw away.

I think you owe us more than that.

If my plan doesn't work,
then humans will step up.

You, Sam, others that are the chosen
will have to find a way.

It's why I saved you years ago.

You're the firewall
between light and darkness.

No, no, I...

Look, give me a vampire and I'm good.

But this? God's sister?

That is way above my pay grade.

Bottom line is,
it's you who has to take her out.

And, look, and then after that,

you know, get a condo in Cancun.
I don't care!

Got you a beer. I don't know if you drink.

I do now.

Well...

I don't know if Chuck is leaning our way.

You don't know?

If we do get Lucifer for the added muscle,

then maybe he'll play ball.

I thought they hated each other.

Yeah, they do.

Wow, I so miss being an atheist.

All right, Metatron, make it quick,
don't touch anything.

Fine.

- Dean! Thanks for inviting me.
- Inviting you?

You've been circling
the building all night.

You sent me 200 text messages
with dumb-ass emojis.

You got three minutes.

Donatello.

Pleasure to meet you.
Metatron, Scribe of God.

I was there
when you were designed.

I wrote your name
on the inside of the angels' eyelids.

- He's freaking me out.
- Okay.

You said you wanted to help.

Besides world-class douchery,
what do you have to offer?

Oh, nothing.

I just transcribed the angel tablet
and know all the spells.

And I know what makes Amara tick.

And I had a relationship
with the Big Guy for eons.

Shall I keep going?

Hey, that's mine!

As much as I hate to admit this,
he kind of has a point.

I don't know.

You need all the help you can get,
even "douche" help.

And since when did you jump
on the God-wagon?

You never used to give a damn.

I didn't. At one time.

Now he's gone all kamikaze,
leaving us with The Darkness.

I was by his side since the Creation.

He believed in me.

If there's something I can do
to help save him, and his Creation then...

Seems like I should.

The plan is to rescue Lucifer from Amara.

Then he teleports us
out of Amara's hideout,

and we convince Chuck
to use him to fight her.

That's your plan?

Do you even know where Amara is?

I think I might know where she is.

I've been getting this vibe.
It's like a ping in my cerebral cortex.

Oh, so either Amara or a stroke.

And how are we supposed to keep Amara busy
while we're liberating Lucifer?

Thank you for reaching out to me, Dean.

You said you wanted to meet.

I missed you.

And the sensations you arouse.

I know you feel the same way,
so what do we do?

There can be no "us."

We should just walk away.

Then why don't you?

Oh, goody.

Larry, Curly, Moe.

Search and rescue?

Oh, wow, it's one of Dad's favorites.

Your ticket finally got punched, huh?

It's wacky, isn't it?

One minute, you're nobody,
and then shazam, you're Joan of Arc.

Let's, uh...

Let's hope this ends better than that.

All right, can the small talk.
We're busting you out of here.

Well, seems fair,

since I wouldn't be here if you lunatics
hadn't set me up to be grabbed by Amara.

You're gonna help us take her down.

If you say no,
we'll just leave you here in Abu Ghraib.

Say no?

You see what she's done to me?
Do I look like a fan?

This place, this world,
hasn't been especially easy for you.

Why not at least consider my offer?

This world is flawed, I'll give you that.

But I am not ready
to say good-bye to it just yet.

But one way or the other, you will.

It's inevitable.

My brother won 't stop me again,

because he can't.

Dean, give up your smallness,

your humanity,

and become boundless within me.

Did you grab this from the steno pool?

You understand
you'll be working with your father.

Is that gonna be a problem?

That's family. This is bigger.

So you'll table all the old stuff.

What happens in Heaven stays in Heaven.

Metatron, are we getting any closer?
Dean can't stall forever.

I'm narrowing it down!

You're right. I am drawn to you.

And it bothers the hell out of me,
'cause I can't control it.

Then why fight it?

What you're feeling is that
I am the end of your struggle.

Something stops you,

keeps you from having it all.

Yes.

Where are your thoughts?

Somethings different.

Hey, Lucifer, zap us out of here. Quick.

No can do.

What do you mean you can't do it?

Temporarily grounded.
Equipment malfunction.

You've spoken with God.

You've seen him.

You betrayed me.

Guys, I'm feeling her. She's coming.

All right, we're out of here.

All right, Metatron, come on.

It's okay, Sam. You go.

What? Come on!

I'm serious.

I got this.

The secretary.

You were kidding with that, weren't you?

He meant well.

Spare the universe.

Spare this.

Your move.

You really aren't worth sparing.

None of you.

What happened?

Where are we?

Home.

Occasionally, I do answer a prayer.

You've changed.

You've changed.

Well, still.
I'm really pretty much the same.

Still twitchy, huh?

Now you've met God,
Lucifer and The Darkness.

You're gonna need a spa day.

That or a pair of hookers.

Ah, I have to sort it all out.

Uh, see what comes next.

I don't feel much like
returning to academia.

And, uh, I sure as hell can't go back
to being an atheist.

Yeah, I hear you.

- Thank you, I guess.
- Yeah.

And, uh...

And if there is a tomorrow,
given your line of work,

I'll probably see you again.

Stay tuned. We may need you.

- So Metatron took one for the team.
- Yeah.

I wouldn't have called that.

So, you wanna tell me about it?

I mean, Amara obviously figured out
something was going on

and she didn't rip your head off.

She wants me to be a part of her.

Not metaphorically, I'm talking literally.

Forever.

So, in other words, adiés.

ENGLISH - SDH