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Lucifer stole Jack's grace.

I know this must be so hard
without your grace.

But you can get past this.

Jack!

Lily Sunder, she was a professor
of apocalyptic literature.

All my life I dreamed about angels.

I had a life, a wonderful life.

They took everything from me.

No!

Ishim said you made some kind of pact
using dark magic.

I use their magic.

Every time I use one of their spells,
piece of my soul burns away.

- It's all right, Jack.
- Jack, hey, we're right here, man.

He's in good hands. Don't worry.

Jack's in total systemic failure.

His body is in the process
of shutting down.

When Jack's grace was taken from him,
his being fell into chaos.

The cells are gobbling each other up.

Jack is part archangel,
needs a much stronger force,

and probably some kind of magic,
and he needs it quick.

- Jack.
- Jack!

So, what can we do?

Watch over him.
Stay by his side... as he dies.

Hey, hey, hey. It's all right.

Take it easy. Take it easy.
It's all right, it's all right.

Please don't be sad.

Maybe...

maybe this is how
things are supposed to be.

Don't you give me that "meant to be" crap.

This isn't part of some damn plan.

Dean...

Can you tell him...

it's okay?

Tell him yourself,
he'll be back in a minute.

Sam...

what happens next?

For someone like me?

I don't know.

Then it's gonna be an adventure.

Dean...

I can't.

It's not right, Cass.
You know, it's just-- It's not...

What? It's not fair?

I know that. But he needs you.

He's gone.

Maybe we should
start thinking about next steps.

Wake and a bonfire, hunter style.
That's what Jack would've wanted.

Sam... Your brother's in pain.

Just let him be.

He needs his space,
we're gonna give it to him.

This is Mary Winchester,

you know the drill.

Hey, Mom, it's me.

I'm sorry to lay this on your voicemail,

but, uh... it's Jack.

He... he got sick... um...

And he died. This morning.

I would've called you sooner,
but it happened so fast.

And we thought we could fix it, you know.
Like always.

Anyway, Mom, I'm sorry.

I know how much he meant to you
and to all of us.

Anyway, tell you the truth,
it'd be really nice to hear your voice.

If you could, just call us back...

Hey, have you seen Sam?

How could you just let him leave?
You saw what he was like.

Dean, you said to give him space.

Yeah. Space. In the bunker.
With us. Not this.

Dean, look.

Tell me you didn't make a deal.

A deal? What the... No,

I was trying to build a pyre.

I couldn't even do that for him.

I should've done more.

Sam.

I should've tried harder, you know.

Everything we got, the spells, the lore--

What good is any of it
if we couldn't even save him?

At least you were there for him.

This doesn't feel right.

This is not how I thought
Jack's story would end.

Yeah, none of us did.

The certainty of death,

even for angels, it's always felt natural,

but this doesn't.

Jack being taken before his time,

being taken before me.

So what do we do?

Say goodbye.

Tomorrow.

Tonight? We get loaded.

Take one last look

Before you leave

'Cause, oh, somehow

It means so much to me

And if you ever need me

You know where I'll be

So, please call home

If you change your mind

Whoa

I don't mind

So, go on

I won't say no more

To Jack.

My heart ain't in it

But I'll hold the door

Just remember

What I said before

Please call home

If you change your mind

We did everything we could. Right?

Here's to you, Jack. Wherever you are.

Jack. Take it easy,

you don't have to cram it
all in at once, all right.

Still no signal.

Yeah. 'Cause I told you, that app blows.

I found this in the glove compartment.

Ah! Old school. A real map.

Let's find our way to Dodge City.

Come here, Jack.
I'm gonna teach you how to read a map.

So, rule number one.
Rule number one. Rule number one.

Dean?

North is usually up.

Something's wrong.

That's all his stuff in here.

And what language is this?

We're not sure about this.

Yeah. We kept it all.

His translations,
notes on his translations.

Oh! Whoa!

- Is this it?
- Yeah. This is everything.

- You think it's possible?
- I think so. Maybe...

Maybe what?

Hello, Dean.

Dean, you remember Lily Sunder.

You got old.

Did I? Hmm.

An unfortunate side effect
of giving up magic, I suppose.

Huh.

What're you doing here?

I called her.

You--

Okay.

Last thing I remember was her
killing a whole bunch of angels

to get revenge for her daughter.
She tried to kill you.

Yeah, I remember.

That's not-- Dean, listen.

Last night, after about
whiskey number five, it hit me.

I mean, we've torn through all the lore
looking for a way to cure Jack, right?

But we've never looked through
Kevin's angel tablet translations.

Yeah, 'cause they're worthless.

I mean, Kevin translated them into

some crazy scribbles
only a prophet can read.

And, last I checked,
we can't exactly ask Donatello.

Maybe I can read them.

Oh, so what now, you're a prophet?

She's the next best thing.

I mean, Lily's an angel expert
who tapped into their magic

in ways we didn't even know existed.

So if she can read the translations,
then maybe we can pull off a miracle.

What kind of miracle?

A way to bring Jack home.

Okay. Go for it.

- So, can you...
- Shh!

I'm sorry, I can't.

Well, all right.
Well, thanks for stopping by.

Wait. You can use my magic.

Your magic?

The magic I used,
as you so sensitively put it,

"to get revenge for my daughter."

You said your Nephilim boy, Jack,

without his angel grace,
his human body died?

My magic draws power from the soul.
The human soul.

It could save him.

You'd give your soul up?

Not my soul. His.

Pass.

It's not his entire soul, obviously.

How much of it?

As long as he's only using it
to sustain his body, it won't cost much.

He'll never miss it.

What are we even talking about?

It's too late. Jack's dead.
His soul's gone. Right?

Maybe not. If Jack is in Heaven,

I might be able
to pull his soul into his body,

but it'd only be for a few seconds.

That's all the time I need.

If I can open the door,

your boy can use my magic to stay alive.

Resurrection and a cure.

You're welcome.

And you would do all this for us, huh?

And for what?
Out of the kindness of your heart?

- No, but I'm willing to trade.
- Trade for what?

I'm old and I'm dying.

And when my life is over,

I'm pretty certain I'm going to Hell.

Why is that?

Well, I murdered a lot of angels.

I don't expect them
to welcome me with open arms.

So, if you want my help,

get me into Heaven.

We're talking about that kid's soul.

Not all of it.

Oh, okay, then.
Tell me you're not cool with this.

Don't you think
Jack should decide for himself?

Listen, I know how important a soul is,
believe me, I do.

But if we have a shot
at saving him and bringing him--

Look, if we do this, if,

how are we supposed to get her upstairs?
Hmm?

Talk to Death, Billie? Kidnap a reaper?

Death is powerful,
but she and her reapers,

they don't decide
who goes up or who goes down.

Then who does?

Anubis. Guardian of the Dead.

The Ancient Egyptians
believed that when you die,

Anubis would weigh your heart
on his scale.

Against "justice's feather."

Yeah. The weighing
of heart ceremony, right.

But that wasn't Anubis, that was Osiris.
We met him.

Major dick.

Osiris is Anubis's father.

And Heaven passed over him
when they enlisted his son.

Anubis works for Heaven?

He doesn't work for Heaven,
he works with Heaven.

When God left... Sorry, long story...

We needed a new judge.
And Anubis was the obvious choice.

So Heaven hired a temp to make sure
the soul trains kept running on time?

Fine. Great. So, we summon him.

You can do that? You can summon a God?

Done it before.

Here, boy! Here, boy! Go long!

Roosevelt?

Who are you?

I'm Jack.

I'm your son.

My--

Jack.

It's you.

I don't understand,

you were just a baby.

I grew up.

Do you know where you are?

Well...

Roosevelt?

He was hit by a car
when I was in high school.

How in the world...

You're in Heaven.

You're in your memories.

Your best, best memories because...

I died.

The day you were born.

Why are you--

No.

No, no, no, baby. No, no.

Castiel, he was
supposed to take care of you.

And he did. He and Sam and Dean...

they tried their best.

But things didn't go as planned.

That's why I had to see if you were okay.

Jack, what's wrong?

All right.
Lily should be done in a second.

She's writing instructions for Jack,
so he'll know how to...

Use the soul-sucking magic?
Yeah, lady's a peach.

Listen, we talked about this.

I know. Gotta happen.
It's the only way. Right.

But I don't like rolling the dice
on the word of a psycho ex-angel killer.

I don't love it, either.

But taking risks, making crappy deals,
that's what we do.

Yeah. And they usually bite us in the ass.

So what do you wanna do about it?
Leave Jack in the morgue? Burn him?

I didn't say that.

Because for me, not doing this,

that would be like
letting him die all over again.

I want Jack back, too, okay. I do.
I just don't trust Lily.

You got a 20 on Jack?

Not exactly.
Angel radio is playing a distress signal.

Awesome.

All of Heaven's gates are open.
Even the ones that Metatron closed.

What could that mean?

I don't know, but it's not good.

More awesome.

All right, well, you go. We got Lily.
When we're ready, we'll pray.

The instruction manual.

Thanks.

All right. We're almost set.

Just gotta get one more thing,
I'm gonna go grab it.

Hey.

You know, maybe we got off to a bad start.
Guess I should be thanking you.

Apology accepted.

Except something's been bothering me.

Uh...

You know, if this magic of yours
is so great,

why'd you stop using it?

You're letting yourself get old.

You're letting yourself die.

Why?

Why risk going to Hell
if you don't have to?

There's something you're not telling us.

When Ishim took my daughter,
I swore I'd kill him,

even if it meant burning my entire soul.

But it didn't.

I have a sliver,
a whisper of my soul left.

And?

May, my daughter,
my little girl is in Heaven.

And if there is
still a piece of my soul...

Now do you understand?

Hello.

Hello.

Zuriel.

Duma?

Castiel?

What happened?

I don't know. We were just... Zuri...

That stuff, when it touched me,
everything just went black.

I thought you were
supposed to be on Earth.

I'm looking for someone.

Jack. I have to find him.

Don't leave me.

Can you walk?

Duma.

It's cold.

He's not here.

Hello, Castiel. Duma.

Jack's gone.

How is that possible?

Perhaps the angel side of him
knew he was in Heaven.

In any case, he left.

Naomi, what is happening here?

We're under attack.

It stormed the gates,
it defeated our defenses.

There are so few of us left,
we couldn't even stop it.

"It"? What do you mean by "It"?

The shadow.
The thing that rules the Empty.

I'm surprised you didn't
recognize its handiwork, Castiel.

I thought you were old friends.

What is this place?

Nothing but empty.

Angels and demons,
you all come here when you die.

How did you know?

You were the only one of us
who ever escaped.

What does it want?

The boy.

The Empty considers Jack its property.

And who knows, maybe it's right.
He is half angel.

So what do we do?

Give it what it wants.

No, you're joking.

Tell me what choice do we have?

If we don't meet its demands,
Heaven will fall.

Forty-six billion, seven hundred
and 50 million human souls

will be cast in the wind.

What's one Nephilim boy against all that?

You know I'm right, Castiel.

This is what we have to do. Help me.

- No.
- Castiel.

Naomi.

Castiel, run!

Give it a sec.

The brothers Winchester.

I must say, your files
have come across my desk many times.

We never met? I mean, we've died...

Yeah. A lot.

I'm more of a "back of the house"
kind of guy.

Death and her subordinates
get all the face-time.

I get stuck with the paperwork.

Pushing pencils, damning souls,
tough work.

Just as snappy as advertised.

What do you want?

It's me. I need to know
where I'm going when I die.

Hmm.

It's unorthodox. Against protocol.

But I suppose we're already here.

An abacus?

You were expecting a scale and a feather?

May I?

I'm sorry.

- No.
- Change it.

I can't.

Well, then,
looks like you're not going anywhere.

Yeah. The lore was pretty clear.

Anubis can be bound
in a ring of foinikelaio.

AKA palm oil.

Just so happens,
we had some laying around.

This is a miscalculation.

Fine, then change it. Let her into Heaven.

I'm an accountant.
I don't have that kind of power.

Yeah. Right, like you or God
has never made an exception.

That's right. Because God doesn't decide.
I don't decide.

You do. Each of you.

Your individual choices all tallied up
at the precise moment of your death.

Keep me here. Try and kill me.

It is not going to change
Lily Sunder's fate.

But it might change yours.

Smart boy.

You're sure?

Yeah, I know him. He's here.

See anything?

Whatever comes through that door,
I'll distract it. So you can run.

I'm not going anywhere.

Jack?

Cass?

Hello, Castiel.

Kelly...

I'm so sorry.

I failed you.

You didn't.

You didn't. Jack is--

He is wonderful.

Yeah.

We've been getting to know each other.

What are you doing here?

Sam and Dean and I,
we found a way to bring you home.

So, I'll be alive again?

Yeah. To do so, we need to use magic
that will draw on your soul.

- What do you mean, my soul?
- It'll be just a small piece.

And I know it's too much to ask,
but it's the only way.

No. I don't know.

It's not just Jack's life
that's at stake. It--

The Empty has invaded Heaven.
Because it wants you.

Why him?

Because Jack is half angel.

And we angels,
when we die, we go to another place.

It's a place that's just...
endless nothing.

And this entity,
it won't stop until it finds you.

But if you're not here. If you're alive...

Then it'll leave Heaven.

Smart.

Duma.

Try again.

Lily, I know you're upset,
but you can still do the spell.

That wasn't the deal.

I've gotta go.

We have nothing to offer you,
nothing to say, but--

He's our kid.

I'm sorry.

You know what I think?

Burning all that soul?

You're not even human anymore, not really.

Dean.

Otherwise how you could ever,

ever let anyone go through
what you went through.

The pain of losing a kid?
Don't do this to us.

You're the Empty.

Pretty good, huh? You ready to go?

Now you stay away from him.

Castiel, you know how this goes.

The good souls here. The bad souls there.

Angels are mine.

- Enough.
- Stop interrupting!

Start paying attention.

I'm taking him.

And where I'm taking you
is worse than Hell

because at least Hell is something.

Oh! Oh, God, they look scared.

Does that hurt you?

Good. Because I want it to.

I'm ready.

No!

Stop!

Cass, I hope you can hear me.

We've got Jack. His shell.
It's ready to go.

Here's hoping that
you're staring at him right now.

If you are,
then do your thing, okay. Amen.

Take me.

Little louder, please.

Take me. In his stead. Take me.

You?

I'm the one you want.
I'm the one who woke you up.

You?

But you're already mine.

Not for years. Eons, maybe.

But if you'll agree,
I will go now and I will go willingly.

Deal.

Oh. But not now.

No, no. No, no, no, no.

You see, I meant what I said. I--

I want you to suffer.

I want you to go,
to go back to your normal life.

And forget about this,
and forget about me.

And then when you finally
give yourself permission to be happy,

and let the sun shine on your face,

that's when I'll come.

That's when I'll come
to drag you to nothing.

I accept.

Where am I?

Easy, it's all right.

Why? Why did you do that?

Because I made a promise.

Because I love you, Jack.

Sam and Dean, they love you.

And they are fighting for you
this very minute.

I hope that--

They don't need to know
what happened here.

What I did. I'm at peace with my choice.

I don't want them to worry.

I won't tell them.

I promise.

Then we should go.

We didn't get enough time.

Shh. It's okay.

Go. Have a great life.

I'll be waiting.

I love you so much.

You ready?

- Jack.
- Hey.

Hey, hey, hey.
Here, read this. Jack, read this.

Was that my soul?

How do you feel?

Good. I feel... good.

It's good to have you back.

- Lily, thank you.
- Yeah. Lily?

Lily?

I don't understand. Why am I here?

Hmm.

Care to try your luck again?

I'm curious, did you know
what doing the spell would cost you?

Say hello to your daughter for me.

Hello, Castiel.

Relax.

I'm here to thank you.

What you did,

I know it wasn't for our benefit,

but you saved us.

You're welcome.

I think that deserves a reward, don't you?

Like, for example,
the archangel Michael's location.

You know where he is?

We have an idea.

And word is, you've been looking for him.

Is, uh, something wrong?

No. No, not at all.

- Just damn glad to have you back.
- Yeah.

And we know where Michael is.

Not quite sure
how you pulled that one off.

Well, we still don't know
where Dark Kaia is.

Or the spear.

Yeah, but we will.
We'll figure it out. We'll find her.

I mean, we found her before.

That's right. And then Michael.

And that son of a bitch is gonna pay.

Come on.