Castiel, our numbers were greatly diminished
after the fall.
No one's made new angels since the dawn of creation.
We're going extinct.
You did well, Dumah. You delivered him as promised.
We hear you have influence with the nephilim.
No, I will not help you.
Ever the renegade.
But you just let the deadliest witch in the world
walk away with a page from this book.
But if she's right and if she does see Lucifer again,
I hope she makes him suffer.
And if Rowena breaks bad, I will hunt her down myself
and put a bullet in her. One needle stops the heart,
the other one starts it up again.
Dean, you're talking about killing yourself.
- Yeah, well, it worked before. - That's an insane risk to take.
Dean! Hey.
Hello. My name is Jessica.
I'm a reaper, and I'm here to lead you to your next life.
Hey, Dean.
Billie. No, I saw Cass kill you.
Kill one incarnation of Death, like you did,
the next reaper to die takes his place.
So you died to become Death?
I've come to claim what's mine.
Aah!
Gabriel! What are you doin', son? I broke you!
Welcome to the team.
I'm not really a team guy. I'm gonna bounce.
No, Gabriel, please.
Hello, boys.
I'm very sure I've done nothing that you know of
to make you want to call, but how lovely to hear from you.
Rowena, that's -- that's not...We, um...
You'll have to speak up.
We need your help. Really?
We must assemble our most powerful allies
to rescue our family
and confront the archangel Michael.
Now he's in an alternate universe, so...
Oh! The handsome angel is there, isn't he?
Hello, Tweetie Pie.
Um...hello.
Lads...
obviously, I'd love to help, after what you...
oh, Sam did for me,
but I'm in the damp Pacific Northwest right now,
working on my own little project.
Project? What project?
Oh, nothing for you to worry about.
Just checking a few items off my little ?to do? list.
Sure, that didn't sound ominous.
Rowena, are you at a... party or something?
I am, but I'm surprised you recognize the sounds of a party,
seeing as how you're all work and no play.
Look, we didn't call to talk, we...
The world is in danger, Rowena.
And I'm currently surrounded by art that makes me think
the world should be in danger.
Best of luck to you, boys, my three little musketeers.
Mwah.
Damn it.
You know, she's right.
You never go to parties.
Good afternoon.
Hello.
You're Elizabeth Mahler, aren't you?
Yes. Do I know you?
No, but I know you.
I saw you in the newspaper, didn't I?
In ?The Oregon Tribune?"
There's no need to bring up any of that unpleasantness.
Of course not. My humblest apologies.
Bernard, this is my song!
Be a darling, will you?
Glad you could make it, too.
- Oh! - Ah!
Mors lumine.
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You know what? Forget Rowena.
There's gotta be some other way we can track down Gabriel
and hijack his grace.
Even though he could be any place on Earth?
Yes.
Or technically, anywhere in the entire universe.
I didn't say it was gonna be easy, but, uh...
All right, come on.
Ideas, come on. Here we go.
Nah.
I need a real drink. I'm gonna get a beer. You want a beer?
No. I'll get beer.
The angels.
What?
Maybe Heaven could help us.
Uh, not for nothing,
but don't the angels mostly wanna kill you?
Yes. Yeah. This would be something of a Hail Mary.
Hmm.
It's a sports term.
Like slam dunk or, uh...
ball handler.
That's, uh...Mnh-mnh.
I don't think it's a good idea.
Well, Dean, we don't have any good ideas.
Okay, let's just -- let's just not barrel through with that
like, uh, you know, like the Donatello thing.
We had our disagreement, but we got results.
That didn't make it okay. I hear your concerns.
And yes, the angels, they loathe me,
and there's going to be dangers,
but Heaven doesn't want the world to end
any more than we do.
This is -- this is something that I have to try.
We got a problem.
Another one? Awesome.
All the stuff Rowena said on the phone --
uh, Pacific Northwest, art gallery, party --
I-I think I found her.
A rich lady exploded? Yeah.
Local cops are -- are calling it spontaneous combustion,
but...pretty much.
Well, that does sound like Rowena.
I knew it. I freaking knew it, man.
You gave her that page. What'd you think was gonna happen, huh?
She wanted to protect herself. Yeah, by barbecuing someone?
We don't know what this is yet. Maybe she had a reason to --
Doesn't matter what the reason is. That's not okay.
Okay, I said if Rowena goes bad again, I'll deal with it,
so I'll deal with it. You better.
Cass, you wanna try this angel thing, then go for it.
Just don't get dead again.
Hello? Shh!
Indra?
Castiel.
Nice blade.
Uh... are we gonna fight?
No. No, I don't -- I don't want to.
I...
I just need to get into Heaven.
Okay.
Who's stopping you?
This isn't exactly the welcome I was expecting.
Yeah, well, we're all learning
how to deal with disappointment lately.
Look, I could, uh...
get it together to, uh...
battle, if you want.
I mean, none of the angels are exactly thrilled
with your, uh, ?ongoing adventures.?
But personally? Meh.
Is that a...
Are you drunk?
Well, not yet, but if I keep drinking at a pace,
it starts to at least take the edge off.
Indra, this is an important responsibility.
You're guarding the gates of Heaven.
Oh, you think it's an important responsibility?
You?
Indra. Hey, hey,
between us,
if you wanna just...
say we fought and angel blade me right now,
that'll be okay.
Is that a joke?
Is it?
Indra, what's wrong?
See for yourself.
And for what it's worth,
good luck.
Hello?
Dumah.
I need to talk to you.
I...
I know you want to murder me,
and I know that you have
good reason to want to murder me.
But there are events unfolding on Earth,
and, um...
well...
the archangel Gabriel, he's alive.
And I need to find him before Michael, who's...
It's not our Michael.
It's another much, much worse Michael.
I need to find him before that Michael
invades this world to...
to either subjugate or destroy it.
Or both, probably in that order.
And there's also the problem of...
of a missing nephilim and Lucifer.
He's back, too. It's...
it's been an eventful few weeks.
I realize that this may be a long shot, but...
What is that?
Castiel, I think...
I think that maybe we could help each other.
Still no answer? Yeah.
Still no answer.
You know I don't wanna be right about this, but...
I mean, look, I want the fun, flirty Rowena
that mostly helps us.
But you gotta be ready for, uh...not that.
Or maybe she just has bad cell reception.
What the hell?!
Who are you?!
Hi, Dean.
Wait...Jessica.
So you know her? Yeah, she's a reaper.
She tried to take me into the light.
Didn't work out. It really didn't.
And honestly, it's been a little sad watching you go this long
without telling Sam about me.
Wait. Hold on a second.
What do you mean ?watching??
Well, after Dean's little trip to the Veil,
Death asked me to keep an eye on your two, in case.
In case of what? This, I guess.
I don't ask Death questions. Never goes well.
So what, you -- you've just been...
hovering around us, invisible, like a -- like a babysitter?
No, no, more like a baby monitor.
- And -- and you've seen, um... - Oh, everything.
You mean, like, everything everything?
I'm especially fond of Sam's impressive...
extensive array of hair products.
Not to mention, the 3-day-old bacon cheeseburger in your room,
or the VHS tape hidden under your bed,
labeled, ?Sweet Princess Asuka Meets the Tentacles of Ple--?
Okay, all right, all right, that's not cool, okay?
That's -- First of all, that's a classic.
Secondly, the burger's for emergency cases only.
Okay. Gross.
Now why are you just manifesting now?
People in Portland have been dying
outside of their assigned times,
because apparently someone
has become powerful enough to do that.
Rowena?
So I've been instructed to offer my assistance
as a resource.
Wait, you said people are dying,
as in more than one.
Four, so far.
Yeah, okay, well, uh, we're handling it.
But if you need anything -- We don't, and we won't.
Cool. Well, I'm around.
Always.
Okay.
Well, you know, we could've actually used her help.
We could...Seriously?
You trust her? No, I don't trust her.
But between the -- the reapers and Death,
the hell's this witch got us into, huh?
I've become too sentimental. That's the problem.
Whoever would've expected.
Oh, this won't be fun, Bernard.
The Winchesters keep calling and they won't just give up.
They'll come here.
But we won't let anyone stop me from fixing things.
I'm capable of anything now.
Anything.
Uh, the victim's name was Elizabeth Mahler.
I'm in her e-mails right now.
Anything look like Rowena bait?
Hard to say. Um...
so Mahler was the CFO of a local pharmaceutical company.
Getting a lot of traction on the lo--
Oh, wow.
What?
Look at this. Pirodine Pharmaceuticals.
According to this article, they sold
thousands of improperly labeled drugs.
So what? People got sick?
People died. Uh...
Wow. Mahler's lawyer got her off on a technicality.
Okay. So, what? You think she deserved it?
No, I'm done defending Rowena, okay?
I'm -- I'm just reading what's there.
Come on.
Okay, I have a question.
If that's Elizabeth Mahler,
who the hell is that? I don't know.
Articles only mentioned one person.
Wait a second.
I've seen something like that before.
No way.
That is what's left of a reaper.
I have an idea. Come on.
What?
Yo, Jessica.
Hi.
So, um, that dead reaper in there, is that why
you're all of a sudden so interested in helping?
I'm glad you're ready to chat now.
This will be a positive experience.
Okay, you can drop the whole warm and fuzzy thing.
That's just a useful affect.
I'm still an instrument of Death.
You know, you could've told us Rowena was killing reapers.
And I would have, but you were ?handing it?.
Okay, all right, talk.
Rowena's changing people's fates.
She's killing them before their time,
and when a reaper shows... She torches them, too.
- Yes. - Why?
You'll have to ask her when you stop her.
Because if she keeps this up, she's going to throw off fate.
The whole greater machinery of Death.
That means...
Have you ever heard of the Butterfly Effect?
Ashton's second-best movie. Yes, of course.
Uh, uh, one small mistake can -- can cause all kinds of bad.
What about it?
If just one person dies before their time,
a lot of things that were supposed to happen, don't.
The ripple effect from just one early death
can affect hundreds of lives.
And changing their fates changes even more fates
until things become sincerely unfortunate,
and we have to hit the reset button.
What does that mean?
Usually? A mass kill-off.
Like the Black Plague or a mid-sized war.
Something to wipe the board clean.
So your helping avoiding that
would be greatly appreciated,
by everyone.
If it's so bad, why don't you stop her?
You've met Billie, right?
She's got rules.
Clean hands.
No interference.
Well, no direct interference, anyway.
We can't stop her, but you can.
What? Me?
Death keeps notebooks with all the ways a person might die,
depending on their choices.
Dean's seen his.
I got a whole shelf.
But in Rowena MacLeod's notebook,
her death is always the same --
She's killed, Sam Winchester,
by you.
Sorry to keep you waiting.
It's fine.
Actually, it's -- it's not fine
because all of creation is at stake, but here we are.
Yes, well... there's a lot going on.
Yeah, I noticed.
Dumah, what did you mean that we could help each other?
Find Gabriel and bring him back to us, back home,
and we can help you with everything else --
battling Michael, defending Earth.
I can't find him.
That's why I need your help.
Right.
Well, then, that's a problem.
I don't understand. Can't you find a few angels to --
That's enough, Castiel.
- Hold still. - Aah!
- Hold still.
Aah!
It's not that we won't help you.
It's that we can't.
Okay, it definitely looks like she's working her way
through these Pirodine Pharmaceutical people.
Have any idea who's next?
No, I mean, everybody mentioned in the article is already dead.
Wait a second.
Except for James Melford,
the, uh, CEO.
All right, what do we know about him?
He's dying. Uhh!
Stop doing that!
What do you mean he -- he's --
James Melford's already bound for Hell,
but his time of death just shifted.
To when? Now.
This is a lovely backyard,
but you really shouldn't have tried to run, James.
Please don't. After what you've done
to so many sick people all over this country,
letting them suffer and taking their money?
You should consider this death a blessing
because you're finally helping someone else.
Who?
Shh.
Wait for it.
Ah, there he is.
You can see me? Aye.
Do you have a message for me from your boss?
One quick chat, and all of this will end.
Death doesn't negotiate with witches.
We'll see.
Mors lumine.
Well, so much for James Melford.
And Martin. His reaper.
His name was Martin.
Here we go.
Rowena.
I don't suppose there's any way you'll simply
leave me to my business before something unfortunate happens?
Oh, you're starting off with a threat. Nice.
I would never. But this doesn't involve you boys.
You're killing people. It involves us.
Mm, if you'd let me explain.
You think this is something you can just explain away?
I trusted you. I know that, Sam.
I'd just rather not talk about this over the phone.
I'll text you an address. Meet me there in half an hour.
And then what? You believe me or you don't.
Either way, the drinks are on me.
I don't like it. I mean, what's the over/under this is a trap?
Well, it's Rowena. Of course it's a trap.
Once we're face-to-face, I'll convince them to stop
or we'll stop them.
Are you ready, Bernard?
How are you alive?
A drill in the head wasn't gonna kill me.
You should know that.
You know, I have to admit I was...
I was relieved to hear you were dead.
We never did see eye to eye.
No. Mm.
No, we didn't,
because you stole my memories,
and you threatened to ?tear me apart,?
and you made me
repeatedly act out Dean Winchester's murder,
and you killed many, many people.
Those were simpler times.
?I'm sorry? goes a long way.
Mm-hmm.
After Metatron attacked, I had a few reliable angels
spread the word that I was dead.
So you've been hiding.
Recovering.
All this time?
Well, forgive me for taking a few years
to put my thoughts back in my skull.
There are still a few holes -- pardon the phrasing --
but I'm mostly here.
I have to be.
Do you know what powers Heaven, Castiel?
Yeah, us. Angels.
That's right. We're all...
Every angel is like a walking, talking battery.
And that is what happens when we run out of power.
I don't understand.
Well, then, let me make it divinely simple for you.
There are a grand total of nine angels in Heaven,
present company included.
And one or two on Earth, and...
that's all.
We are the last men and women
and divine waves of light still standing,
as it were.
No, that's, uh...
That's not, um...
I knew our numbers were small...
You wanna know why we can't help you?
Because none of us can leave.
We're the only things keeping the lights on.
Barely.
We need everyone,
especially an archangel.
Now the others thought any archangel would do.
Long story.
But your news about Gabriel is...
for lack of a better word, blessed.
With his power, we can keep Heaven running.
And without him?
Without him, in time,
we'll burn out.
Heaven will crumble,
and all the souls that have been entrusted to our care
will fall back to Earth.
Picture it, Castiel --
billions upon billions of ghosts unleashed upon the world.
All that chaos,
all that death.
Heads up.
Boys.
What's with the goon?
Just a precaution.
We're all wary, aren't we?
Surely you've got your witch-killing bullets handy.
Rowena, this isn't why I helped you.
Were you just playing me the whole time?
Of course not.
But once I unlocked my power, I couldn't just hide away.
I realized I can right some wrongs that are long overdue.
By killing innocents.
Innocents? These drug company people,
they lied about their product for money --
money they used to avoid the law.
They've hurt thousands of sick people,
which makes them far worse
than most of the monsters you've killed.
And I'm striking a blow for justice.
Yeah? Then why are you killing reapers?
Well...
they're just a means to an end.
It's not easy to get Death's attention.
Well, trust me, that's not the kind of attention you want.
Oh, but it is.
Death has something I want.
What's that?
My son.
After you told me he was gone, how he died,
I had an unexpected reaction.
We had our differences,
but it's my fault he went down the path he did.
I left him.
We're talking about Crowley -- demon, King of Hell.
We're talking about Fergus -- a man abandoned and loveless,
tricked by a demon, died in a gutter.
He deserved better from the world, from me.
Well, Crowley's dead. There's no coming back from that.
Oh, is that so, Dean?
Are only Winchesters allowed to come back from the dead?
The rest of us just have to accept it? I don't think so.
I'm putting Death on notice.
All right. Well, she's taken notice.
?She?? Interesting.
And she's upset. But you can quit this before...
I'm not afraid.
And as much as I enjoy our little talks,
you can't stop me.
Actually, we can. And what makes you think that?
Because every version of your death,
your real, permanent death, Sam's the one who kills you.
I see.
Yeah.
But...
It's not gonna happen tonight.
I hope you don't mind the astral projection.
Safety first, boys.
Rowena!
Hey!
Rowena! Hey!
You know she's controlling your brain.
She's powerful, she's gorgeous,
and she's paying me a small fortune.
That woman didn't have to cast a spell on me.
Rowena, stop!
Stay right there.
Listen to me.
I get what you're trying to do for Crowley,
but...
but you're messing with the machinery of the universe.
Death won't give you what you want.
You have to stop.
I can't stop, Samuel.
You'll have to shoot me.
H-h-how...
You really would've shot me?
Somnia.
Uhh! You're doing really well,
but you need to hurry.
A little help would be nice.
Can't. Clean hands.
He was a highly trained military operative.
It's impressive that you could...
Sam!
Where the hell is my brother?!
Don't struggle. It'll only make things worse.
Rowena, you gotta listen to me.
This power's getting to your head, okay?
It's making you go crazy.
No. It's given me clarity.
It's showing me that everything I did before, for wealth,
for magic, for myself,
meant nothing.
And it took everything from me,
everyone I love -- my family,
Oskar, my son.
I'm a flawed, petty, evil creature, Samuel.
I don't know if I can be redeemed,
but I have to try.
And I do wish there was another way.
You...
What -- what are you saying?
Well, you said it yourself.
There's only one way to stop me -- you.
If you're dead,
well...then I can't be stopped, can I?
Death will have to grant me an audience.
Oh, no, you -- you -- you don't know that.
True,
but there's only one way to find out.
What are you doing?
What is that?
You don't wanna know.
Rowena, don't do this.
You don't have to do this.
What haven't you done for your family?
What wouldn't you do?!
I'm sorry, Sam.
Hello, Rowena.
You? I know you.
We met when I was a reaper.
We totally did.
If we'd just exchanged numbers,
none of this would've been necessary.
You're upsetting the natural order.
That's...
unwise.
Bring back my son, and it all stops.
- Say no, and I'll -- - No.
Then I'll kill Sam Winchester.
That'll really frog up your natural order, won't it?!
Go ahead.
What?
I don't think it's a good thing,
and I don't believe any of us will like what comes next,
but I don't do blackmail.
So...go ahead.
I'm curious to see what happens.
No. No, no, no, no, no. No. Rowena.
I know what you went through
and I know how much you lost
and I realize how much you want your family back.
But don't do this, not like this.
This is not you.
Not anymore.
What happened to me, those were my choices.
But Fergus never...
It wasn't fair.
It's not fair!
You were never gonna kill him.
There was a time you would've,
but not now.
I can see that.
I don't know what I'm doing.
Sometimes life is unfair
and sometimes we lose things
and sometimes we make mistakes.
And some of these things can never be fixed
no matter how powerful you become.
Some things just are,
and everyone has to live with that.
And now you'll take me?
No.
You already know how your story ends.
Uhh! Sam!
Dean!
Hey, Dean.
See you again soon.
If you find Gabriel, tell him what's happening in Heaven.
And if I can't find him?
We'll do our duty, keep things running.
For how long?
Ah.
That's the scary part.
We will find a way to fix this.
We will.
This may be one of those things
that can't be fixed, Castiel.
This is Heaven we're talking about.
Everything ends, Castiel.
Everything ends.
But until then,
the gates of Heaven are closed.
How you feelin'?
Like I got punched in the face. A lot.
Yes, about that...
Bernard's very enthusiastic.
Yeah, that's one word for it.
And what about you? How are you feelin'?
I fought Death and lost.
I feel tired. Weaker.
I don't know if it's forever.
Sam, what have I done?
You had a chance to kill me and -- and you didn't.
I'd call that progress.
I'd call that a miracle.
And, you know,
what happened with Crowley, that wasn't your fault.
He never had a chance.
He made his choices.
Just like we all do.
Look, every one of us has done something
that we have to live with,
that we're trying to make up for.
Every one of us.
Even without all that extra juice,
you're still the deadliest witch around.
Flatterer.
Yeah, well, we, um...
we may need your help
to save our family, to...
hell, to save the world.
You wanna be redeemed?
This would be a pretty big step.
And you think I still can be?
Yeah. I do.
We both do.
But before you answer, you gotta know something.
Um...
Lucifer is back.
Mm.
Of course he is.
Now you're not gonna...
Breakdown? Crack apart in terror?
Of course I'm horrified and scared.
My heart may have stopped, but...
Lucifer isn't the one who's gonna kill me, is he?
You changed other people's fates.
Maybe we can change yours.
So...
What do you say? You in?
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