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(ROCK MUSIC PLAYS)

WOMAN: There's pretty much nothing the Winchesters can't do

if they work together.

KEVIN: Figured out how to close the Gates of Hell.

(ROCK MUSIC CONTINUES)

Heaven needs your help, Castiel.

Hello, Castiel.

I deserve to be loved!

Sammy, Stop!

Let it go.

- Ah! - Sam?

(ROCK MUSIC CONTINUES)

What's happening?

Angels.

They're falling.

SAM: This makes no sense.

I mean, how many angels fell? Hundreds, thousands?

And nobody sees anything?

This is... Look at this.

They're calling it a meteor shower.

Seriously?

What's going on, man, you okay?

Me?

Yeah. It's fine. It's just...

Just we got a major frickin' crap-fest on our hands,

yeah, tell me about it.

Thousands of superpowered dicks touchin' down

and we got no idea where to start.

Angels aren't our problem, right now, okay?

Or demons or Metatron

or whatever the hell happened to Cass.

Why, because we hugged it out in that church

and now we're gonna go to Disneyland?

Dean, you said it yourself,

we're not gonna sleep till this is done.

I know.

So what's the problem?

You.

Look, there's no easy way to say this, okay?

But something happened back there in the church.

Hey, I don't know what, I don't know why.

You're dying, Sam.

Shut up.

(MACHINE BEEPING)

DOCTOR: The MRI shows massive internal burns

affecting many of the major organs.

Oxygen to the brain has been severely deprived.

The coma is the result of the body doing everything

in its limited power to protect itself from further harm.

So what's supposed to happen?

If your brother continues on this trajectory,

the machines might keep him alive, but...

He'll be dead.

Technically, yes. I'm afraid so.

So, there's... there's no recovering.

I mean, there's no bounce-back, there's no nothin'?

I'm afraid that's in God's hands now.

You're a doctor.

You're a medical professional.

You're trying to tell me that my brother's life

is in God's hands?

What is that, supposed to be a... a comfort?

Mr. Doherty...

No, God has nothing to do with this equation at all!

- I didn't mean... - That's not good enough!

Cass, you there?

Sammy's hurt.

He's hurt. He's hurt pretty bad.

And, uh...

I know you think that I'm pissed at you.

Okay, but I don't care that the angels fell.

So whatever you did or didn't do,

it doesn't matter.

Okay, we'll work it out.

Please, man, I need you here.

Screw it.

Okay, listen up.

This one goes out to any angel with their ears on.

This is Dean Winchester.

And I need your help.

DEAN: (VOICE ECHOING) This is Dean Winchester.

And I need your help.

The deal is this: Linwood Memorial Hospital.

Randolph, New York.

The first one who can help me gets my help in return

and you know that ain't nothing.

Honey?

DEAN: Now it's no secret

that we haven't always seen eye-to-eye.

(ENGINE STARTS)

DEAN: But you know that I am good for my word.

And, uh...

...I wouldn't be asking if it wasn't needing.

So...

DEAN: Look, just because you're dying, doesn't mean you're dead,

not yet, okay?

We have jimmied ourselves out of worse.

We're gonna fight this.

I got the plan, you just got to hang on, you hear me?

Absolutely.

- You think I'm lying. - Pretty much, yeah.

Hey, you understand that

we're not really in this car right now.

We're in your head.

And you're in a coma and are dying.

How do you know that?

Because I'm you. And you're you. All of this is you.

We're in your head!

You're serious.

(SIGHS)

The whole reason I stopped doing the Trials was not to die.

DEAN: Then the next time we see Naomi

or Metatron or whoever's to blame for this,

we will get some justice.

But for right now we got to fight this, man.

Okay. All right, what's the plan?

I'm working on it.

What does that mean?

I'm... I'm kind of dying here, apparently.

It means I'm working on it. All right?

The thing is, if I am dying,

and I believe you, I do.

But if you're you, but you're really me and...

And you're the part of me that wants to fight to live...

DEAN: Yes.

I have no idea what you just said, but continue.

But if

you don't have any idea how I'm supposed to fight,

then am I supposed to be fighting at all?

Are you serious?

BOBBY: Hell, yes, he's serious.

I mean, if you ask me,

I think the kid's got a good point.

(INDISTINCT VOICES ECHOING)

(VOICES CONTINUE)

(HORN HONKING)

Hey, buddy.

You Okay?

It hurts.

The hell you doin',

in the middle of the road like that?

I heard angels.

How about we get you some water, hmm?

I, uh, I don't drink water.

Dehydration's a real bitch up here, mister.

A phone.

Do you have a phone?

No signal up here.

How about a lift, hmm?

Yes. Good.

I would fly, but I... I have no wings.

Not anymore.

Right.

(MACHINE BEEPING)

DEAN: Sam wants to die and you think he's got a point?

Okay, I don't want to die.

I asked if maybe I was supposed to d...

Shut it, Sam.

You, go.

Oh, and before you throw me under the bus,

you're welcome for the Hell rescue.

Hey, first of all, you didn't rescue jack,

half-wit, Sam did.

Second of all, Sam, you're in a coma.

Now suck as that may,

sometimes, that's just the way things go.

What're you talking about? There's always a way!

You taught us that!

Oh, you mean, like the way one of you

idjits does some bass-ackwards, crazy thing

to beat Death, like sell your soul?

Exactly like selling my soul!

Yeah, like that worked so well the last time.

Enough, both of you. I can't hear myself think!

Wait, you're not actually buying this, are you?

Excuse me. Are you dead?

Because I am.

And maybe I'm here because I'm the part of Sam

that actually knows what the hell

he's talkin' about.

Well, I'm in the front seat, because Sam put me here,

because he wants to fight.

Right?

Well, that just got real uncomfortable.

See ya, Dean.

Sam, don't you dare...

Yep, yep, yep, am I right?

Honestly, Bobby, I... I...

I don't know what's right.

Let's walk.

Hey.

CASTIEL: No, I can't take your money.

MAN: For the phone and a sandwich, if they have one.

CASTIEL: It's okay, I don't eat.

MAN: Well, you'll figure something.

Take care, kid.

MAN: Uh-huh.

Hang up the phone.

Right.

Excuse me?

This is an emergency.

I don't want to hurt you.

Hold on, hon.

Sure, you do. Hurt me.

I'm sorry.

I'm gonna finish this call,

then I'm going to stab you.

- I know you. - I don't think so.

Castiel.

We met in Heaven.

My name is Hael.

You're an angel.

Am I?

What's an angel without its wings?

Hi.

I'm just gonna break the ice. Are you an angel?

(CHUCKLES) Sometimes I wish I were.

My name is Kim Schortz and I'm a grief counselor

here at the hospital.

Right, yeah, uh...

Sorry, I'm just tired.

Well, all due respect, but, uh,

I'm not grieving.

Not yet, at least. So...

I'm afraid, as hard as this may be,

this might be a good time to talk.

About the inevitable.

Look, I'm sure you're a nice person

and that you mean well.

But inevitable?

That's a fightin' word where I come from.

There's always a way.

And I'm a prayerful woman who believes in miracles

as much as the next.

But I also know how to read an EEG.

And unless you're telling me you have a direct line

to those angels that you were looking for...

Yeah. No, I, uh,

guess I don't.

But I might have something better.

I've got the King of Hell in my trunk.

That is... Is that...

So, is that a metaphor?

Crowley!

Listen up, you son of a bitch.

One for yes, two for no.

You alive?

Come on, don't be a pouter.

(ONE KNOCK) There we go.

You prayed?

Yeah, for help.

Yes. You'll be helping me.

If you lie to me, Dean Winchester, I will rip your throat out.

Where is Castiel?

Who's askin'?

Try every angel who was ejected from their home.

Oh. Oh, well, in that case, I have no clue.

(GRUNTS)

Easy there, brother.

This young man has prayed for our assistance.

Are we creatures of wrath

or compassion?

I would argue the latter.

Forgive me, brother.

I don't recognize you.

Happy to make your re-acquaintance

after you disarm.

(GRUNTING)

Come, now.

Is that any way to treat a brother

injured in the fall?

(GRUNTING)

(SCREAMING)

Who are you?

Never mind me.

You're Dean Winchester.

I heard your prayer.

And I am here to help.

(BODY THUDDING)

Okay.

It was a normal day and then just...

...dark.

And then I was just...

...falling.

How could that happen?

I don't know.

Your grace, it's gone?

I do still hear angel radio, though.

Then you've heard them.

Our brothers and sisters.

Many still circling for vessels, most just...

...so afraid.

There's nothing to be afraid of.

I can assure you.

In Heaven, there was order,

there was purpose.

Well, believe it or not,

there may be something even better down here.

I don't understand.

It's an opportunity for you and the others

who've fallen to finally...

...do what you would like to do.

Not just what you've been told.

And what would I...

...like to do?

Oh, you tell me.

If you could do anything, what would it be?

There's a place.

I built it, when I was last here many years ago.

A grand canyon.

The Grand Canyon. Yes.

L... I would like to see that.

Let's go see the Grand Canyon then.

(GRUNTING)

You want to help?

Start with a name.

Ezekiel.

All right, Ezekiel.

How do I know you're not huntin' me or Castiel,

like the other angels?

Oh, I'm sure there are many angels who are.

Many more are on their way here, most likely.

How do you know that?

You put out an open prayer, like that...

I must really be desperate.

Believe it or not,

some of us still do believe in our mission.

And that means we believe in Castiel.

And you.

You said you were hurt during the fall.

I was.

And tangling with my brother back there did me no favors.

But what strength I have left, I offer to you.

I want to fight, I do, but I just feel like...

Like you got nothing to swing at?

Like you're punchin' at shadows?

You got to let go of fightin'

and scratchin' and lookin' for loopholes

'cause that ain't happenin'.

So... so, what, I just die?

Just die?

All the good you've clone, all the people you've saved,

all the sacrifices you've made?

You saved the world, son.

How many people can say that?

How many people can say

that they have left this godforsaken hunk of dirt

that much a better place?

What you call dyin', I call leavin' a legacy.

You still able to cure things? After the fall?

Yes, I should be, but...

...he's so weak.

(PHONE RINGS)

Who is this?

CASTIEL: Dean.

Cass, what the hell's goin' on?

Metatron tricked me.

It wasn't angel Trials, it was a spell.

I wanted you to know that.

Okay, well, that's great, but we got ourselves a problem.

What's wrong?

Sam. He's, um...

They say he's dying.

What happened?

I don't know. At first, he was okay, and then he wasn't.

And I... Have you heard my prayers?

I've been praying to you all night.

Dean, Metatron, he...

He took my grace.

What?

Don't worry about me. What are you doing for Sam?

Uh, everything I can.

There's actually another angel in there,

working on him right now.

What other angel?

His name is Ezekiel.

He's cool. I mean, I think he is.

Ezekiel.

Yes, he's a good soldier.

He should be able to help until I get there.

Wait, no, no, no, no. Hey, that's not an option.

Might be a few days, but...

Hey, Cass, listen to me.

There are angels out there, okay?

And they're lookin' for you and they're pissed.

Not all of them, Dean.

Some are just looking for direction.

Some are just lost.

What are you talkin' about?

I've met one.

I think I can help her, Dean.

No, Cass, I know you want to help, okay, I do.

But helpin' angels is what got you in trouble

in the first place.

Now I'm begging you. For once, look out for yourself.

Until we figure out what the hell is goin' on,

trust nobody.

And do what? Just abandon them all?

Damn it, Cass, you hearing yourself?

There's a war on and it's on you!

There's thousands of 'em, out th...

You said you lost your grace, right?

That means you're human.

That means you bleed and you eat and you sleep

and all the things you never had to worry about before.

I'm fine, Dean.

(RUMBLING)

MAN: What was that?

Whoa.

CASTIEL: What's going on?

I think we got more company.

Look, get your ass to the bunker, alone.

- You hear me? - Dean...

- Go, Cass! - Dean...

One of yours?

Trying to secure a vessel.

We need to move.

No, no, if we move him, he dies.

If we stay, we could all die.

I don't understand.

I'll come with you.

We can see your friend together.

It's complicated.

There could be trouble.

It's... It's best if I go alone.

My friend, he needs my help.

I need help.

You can do this, Hael.

This is your chance,

to help people,

help yourself.

I'm sorry.

(CASTIEL GRUNTS)

(RUMBLING)

Long as these are up, no angels are comin' in,

no one's comin' out.

You gonna be okay with these?

I'll manage.

What?

They're here.

Okay.

Do not open this door for anybody but me.

Save him, you hear me?

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

(GRUNTING)

(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

(FIRE ALARM RINGING)

Everybody out, now!

Get out!

(GROANS)

You understand that I couldn't just let you leave.

I'd be lost without you, Castiel.

Yes, I'm...

...beginning to see that.

It's the least I could ask of you.

Considering, well...

This is all your fault, isn't it?

Making the angels fall?

So,

we'll drive to the Grand Canyon.

You'll tell me more about humans.

And I'll show you what I'm capable of.

We're going to become more than just friends, Castiel.

We're going to become one.

You want to possess me.

Your vessel is strong.

This one won't hold me much longer.

You were right, Castiel.

With us together...

...I think I could learn to like it here.

(FIRE ALARM RINGING)

Hey, you got to get out of here.

Come on.

Come on.

Whoa.

Stay behind me.

(GRUNTING)

Or not.

BOBBY: There it is.

Everything inside you need to help you on your way.

Go on, son.

I'll be waitin' for you with a couple of cold ones.

Ah!

Sorry, old man.

Dean, are you insane?

Come on, Sammy.

Bobby was the part of you that wants to die!

I know it stings, but he had to go.

No, you have to go.

When are you gonna realize?

It's over!

There's nothing to fight for!

No, see, I know you don't believe that.

Really?

Then what's your plan, Dean?

My plan?

My plan is to fight!

My plan is to try! (SAM GRUNTS)

My plan is to give a damn!

You tellin' me there's nothing, huh?

You telling me there's nothing to fight for?

That there's nothing to hope for?

No. I'm telling you there is.

You might not like it, you might not accept it,

but it's in there.

It's in that house.

You know what's in that house!

Now I can't help you,

if you ain't willing to fight for yourself!

I know.

It's okay.

It's what I want.

Oh!

KIM: Let me make this easy.

Tell me where Castiel is

or your brother's gonna wish he were dead.

Yeah, good luck getting past the warding.

But we will.

Oh!

And when we do, I'm gonna strip off all his skin

and you're gonna watch.

Bite me.

(GRUNTS)

Oh!

(LAUGHS)

Anybody ever tell you, you hit like an angel?

MAN: Hello, Sam.

I've been waiting for you.

(GRUNTS)

Okay, wait, wait, wait, wait.

I'll tell you where Cass is.

I just have one question.

Ask.

If Heaven is locked,

then where do you go when I do this?

(SCREAMING) No!

(PANTING, SIGHS)

(MACHINE BEEPING RAPIDLY)

What the hell's happening?

This just started.

And the warding...

I'm afraid I'm weaker than I thought.

I am sorry, Dean.

No, no, no, no.

No, we had a deal, okay?

I fight, you save!

And would that I could.

I'm just afraid it's too late.

You kidding me?

Are you saying there's no way to save my brother's life?

No good ways, I'm afraid.

Well, what are the bad ones?

We're out of options here, man!

Good or bad, let me hear 'em!

I cannot promise,

but there is a chance I can fix your brother.

So, what, you open him up?

What, possession? You want to possess Sam?

- I told you. - No way.

Understood. It's your call.

No, it's Sam's call.

There's no way in hell he'd say yes

to being possessed by anything.

He would rather die.

(GROANS)

(BEEPING STOPS)

I'll leave you two alone then.

Wait.

If I consider this,

and I mean, just consider it...

I need somethin', man.

You got to prove to me how bad he is.

Close your eyes.

Man: I must admit, when I heard it was you,

well, I had to come myself.

I bet you get off on this.

Perhaps.

But not in the way you assume.

I consider it to be quite the honor

to be collecting the likes of Sam Winchester.

I try so hard not to pass judgment

at times like this.

Not my bag, you see.

But you...

Well played, my boy-

I need to know one thing.

Yes?

If I go with you...

...can you promise that this time, it will be final?

That if I'm dead, I stay dead?

Nobody can reverse it, nobody can deal it away,

and nobody else can get hurt because of me?

I can promise that.

What the hell are you doing, Sam?

As you can see, there's not much time.

I know.

Damn it, I know.

(HAEL GASPS)

How would it work?

Mutual benefit, I suppose.

I heal Sam while healing myself.

And when he's healed?

I leave.

It's the best of a bad situation, Dean.

Even if I said yes, it doesn't mean squat.

Sam would never say yes, not to you.

But he would say yes to you.

(MOANS)

(GLASS TINKLES) Oh...

I don't want to hurt you.

I didn't want to hurt any of them.

I want to help you.

I will devote my life to helping you all.

Do you know how ridiculous you sound?

Help angels after what you did?

They don't want your help, Castiel,

they want your head.

You're wrong.

I'm one of you.

I will never stop being one of you.

Don't you get it?

Together, I can protect you, Castiel.

I don't need your...

I don't want your protection.

If you leave me here, in this broken girl,

I swear it, Castiel, I will tell them where you are!

And they will hunt you.

Until their last breath,

they will seek revenge on the angel that did this,

who destroyed Heaven!

Stop.

They will seek a vengeance on you

that will make God striking down

Lucifer seem like child's play!

Stop it.

I will go on angel radio and tell them everything

unless you open your heart.

Say yes.

(GASPING)

It's time, Sam. Shall we?

DEAN: Hold on.

Dean.

It's okay, Sam.

I, uh, would've brought cronuts, but time is short. So...

- By all means. - What's goin' on?

I found a plan.

It's too late. I'm going.

No, no, no, no, no, listen to me.

Why are you even here?

I'm not fighting this anymore!

You have to fight this!

I can fix this,

okay, but not if you shut me out.

It's not his time.

That's for Sam to decide.

DEAN: Sam, listen to me. I made you a promise,

in that church. You and me, come whatever.

Well, hell, if this ain't whatever.

But you got to let me in, man, you got to let me help!

There ain't no me, if there ain't no you!

What do I do?

Is that a yes?

Yes.

Come on.

Who are you?

What the hell is going on here?

I have no idea.

DEAN: So how's it look in there?

SAM: Not good.

There is much work to be done.

Yeah, but he's gonna wake up, right?

He Will.

So when he does,

what... What, is he gonna feel you inside,

triaging his spleen?

He will not feel me, no.

There is no reason for Sam to know I am in here at all.

You're joking.

I mean, no, this is... This is too big.

And What Will he do,

if you do tell him he is possessed by an angel?

Well, he'll have to understand.

And if he does not?

Without his acceptance, Sam can eject me at any time,

especially with me so weak.

And if Sam does eject me, he will die.

Then we keep it a secret for now.

Or until Sam's well enough

that he doesn't need an angelic pacemaker.

Or I find a way to tell him.

I...

As for him being in the hospital,

I have to figure something out.

I can erase it all if you like.

He will not remember any of this.

(SOFT MUSIC PLAYS)

Where are we?

Whoa. Sam?

What?

Okay, take... Take it easy.

How you, uh, how you feelin'?

Tired.

Like I've slept for a week.

Well, try a day.

You've been out since the sky was spittin' angels.

What the hell happened?

What do you remember?

The church, feelin' like crap...

The angels falling and...

...that's it.

But you're feelin' good?

Yeah. I mean, I... I just, um...

What, you've been driving around with me

passed out in the passenger seat for a day?

Nah, I mean, I stopped.

You know, let a few Japanese tourists take some pictures.

Nobody got too handsy.

I knew you'd pull through.

I meant what I said at the church.

You're capable of anything, Sam.

And hell, if you didn't prove me right.

Good. (CLEARS THROAT)

Because we got work to do.

(English US - SDH)