Allow me to make an introduction.
Mr. Ketch, meet the archangel Gabriel.
Mom's trapped in another reality.
We need it, the spell, to open the rift.
We stealth in, we get Mom, we get Jack.
Boom. Family reunion.
I understand you may need an archangel for a spell.
Let's do this.
- Ah. - Whew.
Well...here we are.
Yeah.
You do know where we are, don't you?
Because, not to be a nag,
but we've only got 24 hours before... - Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Just give me -- give me a minute.
...the rift closes.
Look, we just got spin-cycled through space and time, okay?
And yes, this is...
different than my last drop-by.
And what's this "we" crap, hmm?
You came here to save yourself, so...
go save yourself somewhere else.
Well, actually, I thought I could help.
What? Find the boy.
And your...mother.
She's in danger.
I owe her that.
You know, she sees you, she'll probably kill you. Again.
Perhaps, but you don't know where you are
or what's out there or even...
You get the picture.
Would having a little bit of backup really be so bad?
Well, this is quite the vacation spot, isn't it?
Yeah. If you had your heart set on Mai tais,
well...sorry. Hmm.
Down. Down. Down. Down. Down.
Is this everyone?
Yes, Commander.
For high crimes of fomenting rebellion
against the archangel Michael,
these humans shall be executed.
Freakin' angels.
Not smart.
No.
Wait.
Charlie?
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I know you.
You're not the usual human scum.
Not the slickest hook-up line, Captain Charm.
You're with the Resistance. Inner circle.
She's met with the nephilim and the other-worlder, Mary.
Michael will want her at the Northern Camp,
for interrogation.
Champ, when the Resistance crushes you,
I'm gonna be there to shred your feathers
and grind them into dust.
Dean... Looking forward to it.
Dean is in Apocalypse World, alone?
No, he's with Ketch, so he's not alone.
Because that makes it so much better.
Cass, wanted to go solo.
- And you let him? - I...
He didn't give me much of a choice. Anyways, Dean's right.
As long as he's over there, and we're here,
we need to be taking care of Gabriel,
getting him right again.
Gabriel? Yeah.
You didn't tell me it was this bad.
Yeah, well, years of isolation and torture
and Asmodeus draining his grace.
Come here. Help me out.
Hey, Gabriel.
Hey, pal.
- Mm! - Okay. Oh -- Just...
Gonna get ya to bed, all right?
- Let me, uh, help you up. - It's okay. It's okay.
It's okay.
Gabriel, it's Sam Winchester.
Do you remember me?
I don't think he does.
Remember the video you sent
to my brother Dean Winchester and me
after you...supposedly died?
You told us how to stuff Lucifer back in the Cage.
Sam, he doesn't... I know he doesn't.
I'm just...
trying to see if anything's going on in his head.
All right, well...
Gabriel's grace.
Ketch brought it.
Maybe if he's juiced up, it'll help.
All right.
Mnh.
Sam, I don't think he's gonna open up
and let the choo-choo in.
A technique for feeding recalcitrant children. And...
I think a little coercion may be necessary.
Hey, hey, hey, hey! Hey! Whoa!
Whoa, whoa, whoa whoa! Aah! Aah!
Aah!
Where've you been?
Out.
Right. Out.
Look, Jo, uh, you got a pretty sweet deal going here,
so you might wanna... I don't know, pitch in,
drop the attitude, stay by my side.
Play strip poker?
Shouldn't you be out doing...kingly things?
Commanding the angels, inspiring mankind?
Stuff?
I'm here, aren't I?
On the throne,
available to be worshipped.
We came here to change things, make Heaven better,
help the angels...
Dumah.
Perfect timing. Okay, I have a question for you,
and I want you to be straight with me. Okay?
Don't you think Jo
should show a little bit more enthusiasm for being...
for want of a better word, First Lady?
Pull her weight?
Little bit?
Keep me happy?
Little bit?
Couples issues aren't my area.
So that's a "yes." Okay?
So you're here with breaking news about my son. Go.
The few angels that we could spare are scanning the planet,
but so far, nothing.
Yeah, well, he's a priority, so...
We don't have the manpower.
He's a priority.
Of course.
Wow.
They would never treat my old man that way.
Ever.
If he said, "Scour the Earth," they'd say, "S.O.S. or Brillo?"
Yeah, well, you're not him.
Your father created. You inherited.
Yeah? Well, I'm the one on the throne right now,
and y'all are gonna treat me that way, okay?
Uh-huh.
Well, before all of us start treating you like God,
you might try acting like God.
Just a thought.
This is unacceptable.
Ketch, who's wily, possible he could fly under the radar.
But the archangel?
The archangel.
I should at least detect a blip.
We're connected.
You might say we're blood brothers.
Get.
What's the hold-up?
Oh, just practicing stealth.
You know, the art of infiltrating
a hostile and unfamiliar environment
whilst remaining undetected.
Hence, "free." Hence, "effective""
You, I see, prefer the bull in a china shop technique.
No, I prefer the "let's find Charlie
before the angels turn her inside-out" technique.
Remind me again why we're risking everything
to find this girl?
Because she's seen my mom. She's seen Jack. We need her.
And you're sure that's what this is about?
You're sure it's not... personal?
We're running out of time. Let's pick up the pace.
Ketch?
Come on.
Aah!
Oh, you're a strong one!
Angels'll pay double for you.
Most of the slaves is a might scrawny.
Aah!
Where were you going to take him?
You do want to live, yes?
You heard him. Where were you gonna take me?
You think I'm gonna tell you?
Aah!
Let try that again.
The silo.
What silo?! P.O.W. camp.
Four, five hours from here.
Follow the road.
Okay. Thanks.
Sam!
What is this? Is -- Did he do this?
Enochian?
It's his story.
Starts with his death.
Or...what appeared to be his death.
"Per usual, my brother had double my brawn
"and half my brains.
"He assumed the counterfeit me
"was what vanished that night,
and he thought that he'd stabbed the real thing."
"The truth is,
"the thing Luci skewered was a fake.
There are plenty of fakes to go around."
"Everyone believed Gabriel was gone.
"And suddenly, I was free.
"No obligation to God or Heaven,
"or mankind.
"And so I did what anyone would do --
"I moved to Monte Carlo
and shacked up with porn stars."
Well, y--
He goes on and on for quite a while about porn stars
and, uh... Cass, please.
Okay, so Gabriel was captured, delivered to Asmodeus.
"For years, I knew nothing but endless torture."
"Asmodeus, once the weakest of Hell's princes, grew strong
by feeding on my grace."
Well, obviously, his intellect is intact.
Yeah. So why isn't he talking to us?
I don't know. Maybe he can't.
Or maybe he's choosing not to.
Maybe he thinks it's safer that way.
Ready or not, world,
New God is open for bidness.
All right, children...
I shall hear your prayers.
- Dear God... - God, if you're listening...
Please, God...
Unbelievable. Losers.
Whining.
I can't believe Pop put up with it as long as he did.
...if you could give me a sign? I could really use...
Let's begin the exorcism.
Vade retro Satana!
Nunquam suade nobis vana!
Sunt mala quae libas.
Ipse venena bibas!
Cessa decipere humanas creaturas...
eisque aeternae perditionis venenum propinare!
Most glorious Prince of the Heavenly armies,
Saint Michael the Archangel, defend us!
Don't get holier-than-thou with me, Father Davis.
You and your camgirl addiction.
Begone, Satan!
You shall no more dare to deceive the human race!
Okay, fellas.
Fellas?
Oh, crap.
Okay, first of all, chill. Couple things, guys.
Not Satan.
Minor player.
Total nobody, gettin' a day rate.
Anthony... what are you doing, man?
Just having a little fun.
Yeah? Mm-hmm.
Beat it.
Get outta here!
Don't come back!
You're welcome.
Who are you?
I'm Lucifer.
No. Yeah.
Lucifer is the beast! The scourge of mankind!
Whoa. Ho.
Ouch.
Yeah, gotta hand it to the old man. Perfect marketing.
Okay, little known factoid -- Pop made me into the fall guy.
He made me into the all-purpose villain.
It's sort of worked out okay because I'm...
sort of running Heaven right now.
Blasphemy! Blasphemy!
- In the holy authority... - It's a new suit, thank you very much.
...they driven before the fire...
Whoa! ...so the wicked perish --
Relax. ...and deceits of the Devil!
Aah!
Damn it.
That Hunter may've been a bumpkin,
but his weaponry is cutting-edge.
These I don't even recognize.
Yeah, that's...
Angel-killing bullets.
Might wanna hang on to those.
Mm.
Ah.
You don't look good.
Yeah, well, you're not my type, either. I'm fine.
We'll take a break.
Your wound may be more serious than we thought.
Aw, he barely hit me. Come on, we don't have time for this.
Eh, by all means.
What was it with you and this Earthly "Charlie," anyway?
Old girlfriend?
Let me guess -- she broke your heart.
Dean.
Oh, God, you're burning up.
Let's take a look at that wound.
- No, no, I'm fine. We gotta keep moving. - Do shut up. Huh?
How's it look, Mom?
I must reiterate -- it's not possible
for an angel to heal an archangel.
I'm just trying to jolt his mind into thinking straight.
Even then, Sam...
Gabriel...it's -- it's possible that he's lost.
Taro root,
trace of arsenic...
basidiomycota...
and...
Why don't you just skip the birdseed,
give me the flask?
Your shortness of breath and delirium
are symptoms of a poison the Men of Letters use
to disable monsters in the field.
- Of course it is. - My guess is that the bounty hunter
used a similar toxin to coat his bullets
to hobble his prey...
at first.
What do you mean, "at first"?
Well, if -- if the antidote isn't administered,
then the victim dies a particularly gruesome death.
You guys are such dicks.
Yes. Well...
guilty.
Now then...
this will smart.
There we are. Good lad.
Here we go, just a little more.
Right?
There we are.
Gabriel, you have to dig yourself out of this hole.
Look, I know you think it's safer inside.
No more torture. No more pain. No more expectations.
I've been there. You were nothing like your family.
You sure as hell weren't like your dad. Me either.
And just like you, I got out.
Or I-I thought I got out.
But then...
then my family needed me.
And this is my life.
No matter how many times I tried to fight it,
this is what I was put here to do.
This is where I make the world a better place.
And sure, yeah, hookers in Monte Carlo sounds great,
but your family needs you.
Jack, your nephew, needs you.
The world needs you. We need you.
Gabriel, I need you.
So, please, help us.
Porn stars.
They were porn stars, Sam.
There you are.
Okay. Okay, okay, okay. okay.
This is absurd.
You must rest.
Okay, look...
I-I'll give you that...
anti-poison merit badge award, okay?
I do appreciate it, but... we're running out of time.
So...
How about you rest? I'm gonna keep going.
In five minutes.
Good plan.
Perhaps we can use this moment to revisit the Charlie issue.
Not gonna happen.
To your point, we are running out of time.
We don't know where your mother and Jack are.
We don't even know if we'll find this Charlie.
And if we do, a rescue may be impossible
and stupid.
I propose we return home, regroup, reinforce ourselves,
and we may have a shot at saving everyone.
All right, look, I'm gonna...
repeat myself.
Charlie's not gonna give the angels what they want.
Your Charlie wouldn't.
They're gonna kill her, 100%,
and I'm not...
What?
What's the story you're not telling me?
Charlie was like family.
She was a sister to me.
She did more for me and Sam than I can even say.
And she was...
she was butchered.
And we couldn't get there in time,
and I...
You feel you failed her.
I know I did.
That, I understand.
Uh, hello?
What about your story you're not telling me?
Oh, I've had many failures...
friends and colleagues who have died on my watch.
Only difference is, I didn't...
try to save them.
"Duty" and all that...
rubbish.
Well, you do suck.
What the hell?
Perhaps rescuing this Charlie
will wash some of the stain off my hands.
"Impossible and stupid," huh?
You say that like it's a bad thing.
Come on.
One more time.
The location and number of bases the Resistance holds.
One more time --
bite me.
You're trying my patience.
Sorry. Sorry. I'll try harder.
Bite me!
Aah!
This is pointless.
She dies.
Is it helping?
I...I don't know.
Hello. Samuel.
I hope you're having a pleasant day.
It's come to my attention you boys have something
belongs to me, and I'd like it back.
I don't know what you're talking about.
Oh, I believe you do.
And I'm-a give you one chance to return him to me.
No harm, no foul.
I'm hanging up.
Do not hang up on me.
Gabriel is of no use to you in his current condition.
Should you choose to resist me,
I will have no choice but to take him by force.
I will reduce you
and that sad little bunker of yours to ashes.
You got 10 minutes to decide.
Now you can hang up.
Nothing in this universe is worth my time or talent.
Nothing.
Humans, angels...
all flawed beyond redemption.
Lucifer...
It's all because of Pop's little...
propaganda machine, spewing poison about me for centuries.
Done.
So you're just giving up?
No.
No, I'm gonna refocus.
I've come to realize the key to finding my bliss
is fatherhood. You.
Yeah. It's obvious, right?
I just...I devote myself to finding Jack.
We're gonna combine our powers.
I'll remake the world in my image,
with pathetic little people who worship me.
Me. Me.
Love that good plan. Awesome plan.
Finding your bliss?
Yeah?
So humans don't like you.
Oh, wow. I'm sorry.
Instead of bellyaching about it, why don't you make Heaven right?
Make good on your promises.
Make angels.
Give the existing ones their wings back.
Yeah, I-I can't really do that.
What?
I lied, so, uh,
just keep that to yourself, though, okay?
So you know --
It's not the humans. It's not the angels.
It's not your father's propaganda that's killing you.
It's your complete failure.
You say you want to find your son, but you don't.
Not really.
So you sit there because you're afraid.
You're afraid of him, afraid of looking into in his eyes
and seeing nothing but contempt.
You can't replace your father. You can't create anything.
You have nothing.
You might as well go back to the Cage.
And now you don't have me.
"Silo." No, he wasn't kidding.
Gratifying.
Now what?
The Resistance will be broken.
It is being broken.
One by one, your leaders are being rooted out and destroyed.
Soon, there'll be none of you left.
No! No!
No!
"For high crimes,
"the prisoner Charlie Bradbury,
"like all traitors before her,
will be executed""
All hail Michael.
We gotta get you outta here.
Who the Hell are you?
No time! We gotta go now! Go!
All right, I did what I could to help the bunker's warding,
but who knows if it's enough.
How's he?
I don't know.
Thanks.
Your warding wasn't designed for the likes of me, Samuel.
I've come to claim what's mine.
Oh, I missed you, boy.
I'm-a have to punish you rather severely, I'm afraid.
And as for you two...
Aah!
Gabriel! What are you doin', son?
You know too well what I can do to you.
I broke you!
You're too weak!
Not anymore.
Oh, by the way,
I always hated that dumbass suit.
So to recap, there's another world,
a "better" world, with no Michael,
and it has another me?
Well, had.
And you were friends with her. Me? Her?
Yes. Very.
How very?
Well, she was into chicks.
Oh.
I like her.
Look, I know this is a lot of information,
everything I'm telling you, okay, but...
we're running out of time here.
I need to know where the nephilim is -- Jack.
And -- and my mom's with him, right?
Your mom? Yes. She's from our world, too.
Uh...Last I heard, they were fighting somewhere
in what remains of Dayton, Ohio, but I don't...
Wait. Your mom?
Yeah.
Why would I believe any of this?
Because of that.
Wow.
Whoa.
Too much information.
Okay, slow down. I'm not...processing.
And there's more.
Michael wants to come to this Earth and destroy it,
and we may need your help to fight him.
What? Yeah.
Welcome to the team.
Uh...yeah.
Not so much.
I mean, thank you for the rescue
and for the redemption arc.
But, uh, I'm not really a team guy,
so...I'm gonna bounce, okay?
Um, but, you know,
it's been, um...
What's the opposite of fun?
That.
No, Gabriel, don't -- you -- you can't just walk away.
If Michael comes here, he will end this world.
And the last time the world was ending, I put my money on you.
I think you can pull it off again.
No.
You cannot turn your back on your father's creation.
Castiel...
my father turned his back on his creation.
Guess it just runs in the family.
No, Gabriel, please.
Okay. The thing's gonna be closed any minute.
We gotta get a go. Dean, you need to go through.
Bring back Sam and your angel and Gabriel
and the bloody Navy SEALs, whatever help you can get.
But I should stay. Wait. What?
If we're going up against Michael, we need to be ready.
We need to know what he's up to, where your mother and Jack are.
I'm staying, too.
Are you kidding me?
You got Michael and a billion angels on your ass.
Dude, this is my home.
My friends are here and they're in trouble.
If you really do have a way to take down Michael,
get back here and do it.
Until then, this is my fight.
I don't wanna lose you again.
That's not your call.
Dean, it's closing.
Go!
Dean!
Dean! Hey! Hey.
Hey. You're hurt.
No, no. I'm fine. I'm fine.
Hey, the -- the -- the rift, it's...
Where's Mom? Where's Jack?
Long story -- so Mom and the kid,
they're not with Michael anymore.
Ketch and Charlie are staying back to try to find them.
There's a Charlie over there. She kicks ass.
T-- Uh, Charlie...Bradbury?
Yeah.
What's this? What -- what...
What'd I miss?
There was a demon incursion, led by Asmodeus.
Sorry, Asmodeus got in here?
Yeah, and -- and -- and Gabriel killed him.
Gabriel? That's great. So he's back.
Where is he?
He just left.
What do you mean, he left?
Um...
We asked Gabriel to help us, and then...
then he said "no""
He doesn't get to say "no."
We still have his grace, though, right?
Sam?
Uh, we -- we used his grace to -- to heal him.
So it -- it's gone. It's all gone.
So if it's gone, then that means
that we can't open that door again.
If we can't open the door, then I should've never come back!
Son of a bitch!
Every time!
Every time we get close,
it always falls apart.
Every freakin' time.
Dean...
we will find Gabriel.
We will.
We better.
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