We combine our powers, remake the world in my image.
Before he crushed my skull,
Lucifer showed me his true face.
I've seen it, too.
I'm scared, Sam.
I don't suppose you guys have any more of my grace.
The tank's a little low. It'll recharge, eventually.
Whatever we didn't use on you, we used to open up a rift.
Mom and the kid, they're not with Michael anymore.
We must assemble our most powerful allies
- But before you answer, Lucifer is back. - Mm.
- Wait, you're actually gonna help us? - Yeah, no tricks?
Mmm!
Tricks are for kids.
Dean, we're going to that place
and we're gonna save Jack and Mom, together.
And if we die? We'll do that together, too.
Dean, you can't possibly eat another.
That's your seventh piece.
No, it's not.
Castiel's right. I counted.
Okay, first, don't be a narc.
And secondly, seven pieces is perfectly normal.
Uh, it's really not.
It's not even a whole pie.
Was he always like this? Even as a baby.
John and me, we used to call him our little piglet.
All right, I'm done.
With love. Mm.
Thanks, Mom.
You know what? Let me help you.
Hey, Mom, um, how you holding up?
You haven't really said much since you got back, you know —
h-how you're doing, how it was over there and...
It was hard.
But somehow, I always knew that you...
you and Dean —
would come and save us.
And you did.
Mom?
Yes, Sam?
Sam? Sam?
Mom?
Sam?
Sam? Sam?
Fruit from the Tree of Life.
Blood of a most holy man.
Dean.
And, uh...
Ow.
“Something from the other side"
Hey. How's Gabriel?
He said he needed a minute alone.
He wanted to extract his grace by himself.
“In private.”
So I left him alone in Dean's room.
What? No.
I hate to interrupt,
but I can't be the only one who's noticed
the rather glaring hole in this plan.
We open up the rift, it gives us a day
to find and save your mom and the boy.
And it's a very big world over there,
and you're not even sure where they are, so...
She's right. The clock may run out on us.
Yeah. It might.
Yeah, well, we don't have any better ideas.
Mm, that's inspirational.
Here it is!
The final ingredient —
a fresh serving
of archangel grace.
This is what you call a serving?
That is the jet fuel of divine emissions.
It'll be more than enough to get the job done.
Koth Munto Nuntox!
Okay, everyone ready?
Yeah, all right. Let's do this.
Okay.
Well, that was... fast.
Very, very fast.
One could even say premature.
Um...
I thought it would be enough.
All right, great. What do we do now?
Hell if I know. You do know.
We all do.
We need archangel grace.
Gabriel's obviously running a little low,
and we don't know how long it'll take him to recover.
So that leaves exactly one source on Earth.
No. I don't like it either,
but there is no other way.
We need Lucifer.
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It's all I want. It's all I can think about.
But we've been down this road before.
Teaming up with Lucifer —
We're not teaming up with him.
We just need his grace. Oh, “just”.
We've trapped his ass before.
Yes, and every time, it ends up the same way,
with the Devil being on the loose again.
Look, Sam,
I was used by Lucifer, too.
It was the worst possible violation.
So I-I'm not taking your reluctance lightly,
but he is already out there,
and we've been ignoring it
and avoiding dealing with him
because we're afraid.
We let Lucifer out of the Cage,
and he has never stopped being our responsibility.
It's not always like that. Gabriel, please.
Just 'cause I take a little extra time to recover.
I don't need to hear your excuses.
It doesn't make me any less of an archangel.
Mm, right.
You know, it could've been you...
Uh? who screwed up that spell.
Just sayin'.
I heard your, uh, magical unbinding didn't take,
that you got knocked back down a peg.
Maybe it's you who are off your game.
A drunk 6-year-old could execute that magic.
It wasn't the spellcaster or the spell.
It was the ingredient.
Think they'll be much longer?
The Three Amigos?
With their bro hugs, pep talks, and melodrama?
Count on it.
Quite a tidy, wee tush
he's got going on there.
Sort of... cute.
Mm.
Oh, she's so... so tiny, so angry.
That milky white skin, dancer's body.
God, I bet she's flexib—
So... we've a little time.
How would you like to fill it?
To fill what?
I know a thing or two about wounded masculine pride.
So?
No, you're right.
You're right. I don't like it, but it's our only choice.
Another fun, great choice.
Well, hey, bright side is, even if we do pull it off,
we still only get 24 hours in the Apocalypse World.
And Rowena's right.
We'll be lucky to even hear a word of Mom and Jack,
much less save 'em, so...
Wait a second.
What?
Guys?
Whoo! Ooh! Oh!
Uh...
We were just... Reading. Books.
Here in the, uh, library.
Which is the room we're in right now.
Did you boys arrive at a...
decision?
Sam has a plan.
Keep 'em comin', pal. Keep 'em comin'.
That's some tolerance you got there.
Yeah, it's more like a curse.
Believe it or not, I'm barely even buzzed.
Still, that can't be good for you.
Who cares?
You know, I had Heaven and Hell in the palm of my hand.
And you know what I learned?
They don't matter.
Nothing matters.
Okay.
You know what? All this time,
there was one thing that mattered.
I had a son.
You know, I used to be able to sense him.
You know, feel him in the world.
Ever since I've been down here, I can't — I can't feel him.
It's like he dropped off the face of the Earth.
Not that finding him would change anything.
His bitch of a mother poisoned him against me,
probably forever.
Sorry to hear that.
But I'm sure things will work out in the end.
Jack will come around.
Jack?
I never told you his name.
You didn't?
Nah. Didn't.
Ah, I swear that you did.
Ah, I swear that I didn't.
Who are you, pal?
What's the matter, buddy?
You did something to me.
Yeah.
Kinda spiked your drink.
Think of it as a magical roofie —
powerful enough to bring down any archangel,
even me.
Hey, brother. Aah!
I killed you.
Surprise.
Ugh.
Welcome back.
Whoa.
What in the hell did you put in that drink, man?
White sage, a little burdock,
a pinch of salt.
Very simple ingredients for a very potent spell.
I...
I killed you, too.
Bye.
Adligetur fera!
Ah!
Okay.
Well, okay, do it.
Put me out my misery. Go ahead.
He's awake.
Oh, hey, Sam.
Oh, look at this.
All the people I love to torture in the same room.
What's the occasion, guys?
Ah. Okay, I think I see what's going on.
You're planning a trip to save Mother Mary,
and you need my grace. Is that about it?
Good guess.
Okay, you could've done this back at the bar.
Could've drained me, killed me.
What's this really about?
Humiliation? Revenge?
Ah, those are just bonuses.
See, we got a lot of work to do back in Apocalypse World,
but not a whole lot of time to do it.
So I realized something.
I realized we could use you.
Koth Munto Nuntox!
Use you not to just crack the door open,
but to keep it open.
So we're gonna drain you.
We're gonna keep on draining you.
Like a stuck pig.
Grace on tap.
Sorry, bro.
And then, when we get back,
then we'll kill you.
Cool.
You gonna be okay back here?
Aye. Someone needs to keep an eye on the Devil.
Go. Save your mum.
You ready?
Ready.
Ow!
Oh, boy.
Yeah. Well, that was... fun.
I could've used a heads up about this landing site.
Yeah.
Thought we'd get spit out in the same spot,
but this isn't it.
All right, well, Charlie — the other Charlie —
said that Mary and Jack have an outpost in Dayton.
Okay. Let's get our bearings and head that way.
Cass, where are we?
Uh, Kentucky. Northeast Kentucky.
Or what used to be Kentucky.
Which means that's north.
Okay, so Dayton's that way. Roughly.
Two days by foot, but... that way.
After you.
- Let's go. - All right.
I don't know, Red.
I think I'd be a tad insulted if I were you.
It's not like you have the posh job here
of babysitting me.
I mean, there is a sort of old-fashioned rightness to it,
if you think about it.
The men going off
to face the trials and glories of war.
Woman staying home in the kitchen,
where she belongs.
I know you're trying to bait me
with your seeming Neanderthal misogyny.
Anything to distract yourself from your profound,
deeply emasculating humiliation.
Mm. Sorry, Lucille, I'm not biting.
Okay.
Have you, uh, have you thought about what's next,
after we get back to Earth?
Uh, yeah, not so much,
seeing as we still gotta find Jack and Mary.
Ah, not to mention
survive Michael and his super angel army.
Right.
Although, I did tick off some, uh,
bucket list items recently.
Got some revenge.
Had sex with a 300-year-old redhead.
But what's next for me? I don't really know.
This world is, um,
is obviously glutted with angels,
But back home in our world, you know,
it's — it's just Naomi and a handful of others.
They're trying to keep the lights on,
but Heaven's dying, Gabriel.
Are you serious?
Very.
And you think I could fix it?
Gosh. I skipped out on Heaven, Castiel.
They wouldn't want me back.
As far as they're concerned, I'm a screwup.
Hell, as far as I'm concerned, I'm a screwup.
Well, Heaven's been run into the ground by upstanding angels.
Perhaps a screwup is just the change we need.
You seem different since we got here.
Really?
Yeah, like you're... lighter,
happier, more energetic.
I don't know.
Maybe it's just, you know, Mom and Jack and...
You know, I mean, we've been working at it so hard
for this for so long, and now we're finally here.
We're close.
Can't you feel it?
Not our world, not our problem.
Right?
Maggie, run!
Aah!
What the hell was that thing?
What do you mean? A vampire.
It's not like any vamp we've ever seen.
Who are you?
I'm Sam. Uh, Dean, Gabriel, and Cass.
We, uh — We're not from around here.
Tell me, what makes a bloodsucker look like that?
Starvation.
When Michael's armies started to wipe out the humans,
they didn't think about monsters or what happened to 'em
when their food source dried up.
Turns out, not eating makes them wild.
Nothing but pure, stupid appetite.
Which way you headed?
North.
To Dayton?
We were going that way, too.
We'd heard the rebels, Jack and Mary,
set up a satellite colony there, an outpost.
Wait. What do you mean you were?
Me, Floyd, the rest of our group,
we were crossing north through the Morehead Tunnel...
stumbled into a whole nest of those things.
Nine of us went in.
Only me and Maggie came out.
This tunnel, is it the only way north?
There's a mountain pass, but it's a long way around.
Tunnel's the quickest route.
If the long way is the safe way...
No. We're already two days out from Dayton as it is.
We don't have time for a detour.
Listen, we've faced worse than a nest of vamps before.
Much worse.
So if you still wanna get to Dayton,
we'll keep you safe.
As far as we're concerned,
we're going through that tunnel.
One more time!
Hey, come on, Red.
I'm just trying to have a good time with you.
Like last time.
You remember that?
When I surprised you at your hotel room?
Oh. I mean, I even wanted you to put up a fight.
I wanted a little bit of a tussle,
but... you froze.
You choked.
So I choked ya.
What was that like,
burning to death?
You know, I can't get that smell out of my nose,
that...
ashy reek of burnt up ginger!
- Shut your mouth! - Oh!
You want to get inside my head, twist the knife?
Two can play that game.
Do you know what your grace is making possible right now?
The heartfelt family reunion
of Sam, Dean, Cass, Mary,
and your very own son Jack.
That's right.
Your wee boy's over there,
and he'll be so glad to see his three fathers.
Of course, as far as he's concerned, they are his father.
And you?
You're nothing to him. Or me.
Or anyone now.
Nothing.
Aw, Red, you shouldn't have made me mad.
Step into my office.
You know...
you and Gabe, you kicked me when I was down.
I didn't have any fight. I didn't have anything to live for.
But you, you,
you gave me something to fight for again.
My boy.
So for that, that I'm gonna be quick.
Defendatur!
Bollocks.
Fine.
This isn't how you wanted things to work out,
but yes, Rowena, thanks to you,
Sam and Dean'll be trapped in some sort of nightmare universe
with the Devil himself.
And you're the only person who might be able
to devise a way to keep the door back home open for them.
But...
Sorry, boys.
Au revoir, bon voyage, not my problem.
Bollocks!
Bums bollocks.
You good?
What do you think?
Second time's a charm, right?
All right, here's the plan.
Stay close, keep walking.
Anything moves, kill it.
Let's do this.
Aah!
Sorry.
Tripped.
Ugh!
Wait, wait, wait.
Here. Let me.
Maggie! Maggie!
You all right? Mm-hmm.
Let's keep moving.
Hey. We got a blocked passage over here.
Need to move some rocks.
Guys?
Dean?
- Aah! Aah! - Floyd?
Aah! Maggie, help!
Aah!
I got it. I got it.
Oh!
Sammy!
Dean!
Sam!
Dean.
Sam!
Aah!
Sam!
Sammy!
Dean. Dean. What?
He's gone.
No!
Dean!
We don't have time.
Dean, we can't save him.
Aah!
Dean!
Dean?
Um, about your friend,
I'm so s—
We must be getting close to Dayton.
On the outskirts at least.
I-I-I can't.
This... this warding is too strong.
Whoa.
Whoa, whoa, whoa. We're — we're not here to fight.
We're just looking for...
Mary.
Castiel.
How did you even find us?
Dean...
where's Sam?
Boo!
Hey, Sammy.
No.
Yeah.
I mean, you could do the whole pinch yourself,
rub your eyes thing,
or you could put on your big boy pants
and just, you know,
cut right to the realization
that yep, it's me.
Y-you — you...
You brought me back. I did.
You're welcome.
Why?
Oh, well, I'm getting to that.
The rift.
The rift. Rowena.
Oh, she's okay.
I mean, I-I was gonna kill her,
but she blasted me here before I had a chance to, so...
It's great, self-defense.
But, uh, I was coming here anyway.
But we drained you.
So how did I have the juice to pull off
my little Lazarus trick?
Uh, that's a long story,
but I was basically tracking you here,
and then I came across a handful of Michael's angels
and I...
ate 'em.
I guess it's not really a long story, is it?
What do you want? What do I want?
I want what everyone wants.
I want a personal apology from Pop.
I want rerun-free, year-round episodes of “Drag Race”.
Yeah, got it. Okay, right.
We're done here.
Are you going?
Here.
It's dark out there.
Yeah, they're sorta... sorta all over there,
and I'm holding them back.
They're just waiting for a little snap of the fingers,
but I didn't want 'em flooding in here and eatin' ya again,
not until after we finished our convo.
What do you want?
I want what you already have —
a relationship with my son.
Okay, there was a time that I would,
you know, just grab him, but...
I've grown.
Yeah, sure you have.
I have, Samuel.
I want my son,
and you're gonna help me.
How?
Well, I don't feel like he'll give me a chance
unless I come bearing gifts.
Yep. Boop!
That's you.
Look, Sammy, I'm — I'm not asking you
to — to like it or to like me.
All I'm asking is that you acknowledge the truth,
that I was the one who brought you back to life,
that I was the one who lifted you from the darkness
and into the light.
Okay?
Apocalypse World, Michael's armies —
you really think you and your family
can handle that stuff alone?
You need me.
And what if I say no?
All right, let me just make this
really, really, really easy —
easy enough for even you to understand, Sammy.
I'm gettin' to Jack one way or the other.
The only question is, you coming with?
Or that?
Your move, champ.
No, he can't be dead.
He can't be dead.
Jack, I — Couldn't you bring him back?
Why didn't you bring him back?
I'm not strong enough.
Jack...
If we could've, we would've.
I'm so sorry.
We have to go back,
get his body.
Sam.
Hello, son.
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