Supernatural

Lilith is trying to break the 66 seals to free Lucifer from hell.

Lucifer will bring the Apocalypse.

- You're possessing some poor bastard? - This is a vessel.

I had to give my consent to invite him in.

Chuck Shurley? We have a life. You've been using it to write books.

- Let go. This man is to be protected. - Why?

- He's a prophet. - Who are you?

- I'm Zachariah, Castiel's superior. - How am I gonna ice Lilith?

You're not. Lilith's gonna break the seal.

You don't wanna stop it? You are chosen.

You will stop it.

Just not Lilith or the Apocalypse, that's all.

I'm sorry.

- Sammy, let's go. - Dean.

He's coming.

Come on.

What the devil is your name?

It's-It's-It's Yosemite Sam.

Yosemite Sam? Let's see.

Oh, here it is. I can use a guy like you...

- What the hell? - I don't know.

Folks, quick word from the flight deck.

We're just passing over Ilchester, then Ellicott City...

...on our descent into Baltimore-Washington.

Ilchester? Weren't we there?

If you'd like to stretch your legs now would be a good time.

Holy crap!

And Governor O'Malley urged calm...

...saying it's unlikely a convent would be a target for terrorists-

Change the station.

Hurricane Kinley, unexpectedly slamming into the Galveston-

Announced a successful test of the North Korean nuclear-

A series of tremors-Swine flu-

- Dean. Look, I- - Don't say anything.

It's okay.

We just gotta keep our heads down and hash this out, all right?

Yeah, okay.

All right, first things first. How did we end up on Soul Plane?

I don't know. Angels, maybe?

I mean, you know, beaming us out of harm's way?

Well, whatever. It's the least of our worries.

We need to find Cass.

Unh. Jeez. Ow.

- Sam? - Yeah.

- Hey, Chuck. - So you're okay?

- Well, my head hurts. - No, I mean, my last vision.

You went, like, full-on Vader.

Your body temperature was 150. Your heart rate was 200.

- Your eyes were black. - Your eyes went black?

I didn't know.

Where's Cass?

He's dead.

Or gone.

The archangel smote the crap out of him.

- I'm sorry. You're sure?

- Maybe he vanished into the light. No.

He, like, exploded, like a water balloon of Chunky soup.

- You got a- - I got-Right here?

Oh.

Right.

Oh, God.

Is that a molar?

Do I have a molar in my hair?

- This has been a really stressful day. - Cass, you stupid bastard.

Stupid?

- He was trying to help us. - Yeah, exactly.

So, what now? I don't know.

Oh, crap.

What?

- I can feel them. Thought we'd find you here.

Playtime's over, Dean.

- Time to come with us. - You keep your distance, ass-hat.

- You're upset. - Yeah, a little.

You sons of bitches jump-started Judgment Day.

Maybe we let it happen, but we didn't start anything. Right, Sammy?

You had a chance to stop your brother and you couldn't.

Let's not quibble over who started what. Say it was all our faults and move on.

Because, like it or not...

...it's Apocalypse now...

- ...and we're on the same team again. - Is that so?

You wanna kill the devil. We want you to kill the devil. It's synergy.

And I'm just supposed to trust you?

Cram it with walnuts, ugly.

This isn't a game, son.

Lucifer is powerful in ways that defy description.

We need to strike now, hard and fast...

...before he finds his vessel.

His vessel? Lucifer needs a meat suit?

He is an angel. Heh, heh. Them's the rules.

And once he touches down, we're talking four horsemen...

...red oceans, fiery skies, the greatest hits.

You can stop him, Dean...

...but you need our help.

You listen to me, you two-faced douche.

After what you did, I don't want jack squat from you.

You listen to me, boy.

You think you can rebel against us?

As Lucifer did.

You're bleeding.

Oh, yeah.

A little insurance policy in case you dicks showed up.

No! Aah!

I learned that from my friend Cass, you son of a bitch.

This sucks ass.

- Hey. Hey.

Here.

Hex bags.

No way the angels will find us with those. Demons either.

- Where'd you get it? - I made it.

How?

I learned it from Ruby.

Speaking of, how you doing?

Are you jonesing for another hit of bitch blood or what?

It's weird, tell you the truth.

I'm fine. No shakes, no fever.

It's like whoever put me on that plane cleaned me right up.

Supernatural methadone.

Yeah, I guess.

- Dean- - Sam.

It's okay. You don't have to say anything.

Well, that's good.

Because what can I even say?

"I'm sorry"? "I screwed up"?

Doesn't really do it justice, you know?

Look, there's nothing I can do or say that will ever make this right-

So why do you keep bringing it up?

Look, all I'm saying is why do we have to put this under a microscope?

We made a mess. We clean it up. That's it.

All right, say this was just any other hunt?

Yeah, what do we do first?

We'd figure out where the thing is.

All right, so we just gotta find the devil.

All right. Keep it together.

Keep it together, man.

It's you, Nick.

You're special.

You're chosen.

"And then Sam touched-" No. "Caressed Dean's clavicle."

"This is wrong," said Dean.

"Then I don't wanna be right," replied Sam, in a husky voice.

Oh, my God.

- You. You're- - Carver Edlund. Yeah. Hi, Becky.

You got my letters and my marzipan.

Yeah, yeah. Um, yummy.

- But, uh- - I am your number one fan.

You know, I'm Samlicker81.

- I'm sorry, you're what? - Webmistress at MoreThanBrothers. net.

Oh, yeah, no, yeah. You're my number one fan.

That's why I contacted you.

You're the only one who'll believe me.

- Are you all right? - No.

I'm being watched.

Okay, not now. At least, I don't think so.

But I don't have much time. I need your help.

- You need my help? - That's right.

I need you to get a message to Sam and Dean.

Okay?

Look, Mr. Edlund.

Yes, I'm a fan, but I really don't appreciate being mocked.

Supernatural's just a book. I know the difference between fantasy and reality.

- Becky, it's all real. - I knew it.

How would you explain an earthquake...

...a hurricane, and multiple tornadoes...

...all at the same time, around the globe?

Two words. Carbon emissions. - Yeah, right, Wavy Gravy.

- You okay, lady? - Sam, is it really you?

And you're so firm.

Uh...

- Do I know you? - No, but I know you.

You're Sam Winchester and you're...

...not what I pictured.

I'm Becky.

I've read all about you guys, and I've even written a few-

Anyway, Mr. Edlund told me where you were.

Chuck?

He's got a message, but he's being watched. Angels.

Nice change-up to the mythology. The demon stuff was getting old.

- All right. Just-What's the message? - He had a vision.

"The Michael Sword is on Earth.

- The angels lost it." - The Michael Sword?

- Becky, does he know where it is? - In a castle on a hill made of 42 dogs.

- Forty-two dogs? - Are you sure you got that right?

It doesn't make sense, but that's what he said.

I memorized every word.

For you.

Um...

- Becky, can you quit touching me? - No.

Hey, Bobby.

Good to see you boys all in one piece.

You weren't followed, were you?

You mean by angels, demons or Sam's new superfan?

- Heh. You heard. - I heard, Romeo.

So Sword of Michael, huh?

You think we're talking about the sword from the archangel?

You better frigging hope so.

That's Michael. Toughest son of a bitch they got.

You kidding me? Tough? Guy looks like Cate Blanchett.

I wouldn't wanna meet him in a dark alley, believe me.

He commands the heavenly host. During the last big dust-up upstairs...

...he booted Lucifer's ass to the basement.