MAN: I'm trying to fix heaven.
Metatron is trying to fix heaven.
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He's trying to break it.
Angels.
They're falling. (MAN GRUNTING)
Metatron, he took my grace.
DEAN: That means you're human.
Cass, listen to me. There are angels out there.
They're looking for you and they're pissed.
(BOTH GRUNTING)
WOMAN: Until their last breath,
they will seek revenge on the angel that did this,
- who destroyed heaven. - Stop.
That was beautiful, Clarence.
SAM: We're dealing with a Reaper.
I could find you anywhere!
DEAN: Sammy's hurt. He's hurt real bad.
This one goes out to any angel.
This is Dean Winchester.
And I need your help.
- Start with a name. - EZEKIAL: Ezekial.
There is a chance I can fix your brother--
- From the inside. - What, possession?
It's the best of a bad situation.
How would it work?
I heal Sam while healing myself.
Sam can eject me at any time.
If Sam does eject me, he will die.
Then we keep it a secret for now.
Monsignor Casidy will join us for dinner on Saturday.
And Mass, of course.
He can be a pain,
so, let's have everybody on their toes.
Gentlemen,
we're looking for a man we believe you may know.
His name is Castiel.
(MEN CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY)
MAN: Work bus leaves in ten minutes, gentlemen.
MAN: Hey, Clarence.
How much longer are you gonna be with us?
I'll be moving on tonight after work.
It's time.
Can I ask you something?
Yeah, sure.
Do you ever tire of urinating?
I'll never get used to it.
(DOOR CLOSES)
(ZIPPER UNZIPS)
Sam!
You here?
Hey. Morning.
You've been outside already?
Yeah.
Woke up, went for a run.
Beautiful sunrise. Anyways.
Cleaned up, went and got breakfast.
Grabbed you real bacon and eggs,
extra grease, not even gonna argue.
Mm, perfect.
Wait...
you went running?
What?
Why do you look so worried?
Let's see, there's Cass, who I told to haul ass here.
That was days ago, he's still out there.
Urn, there's you.
What, me? (CHUCKLES)
I feel great.
I'm sure you do.
But Sam, you went through the trials.
Okay, they put a big strain on you.
I just think it's better if you took it easy, you know?
And didn't act like you were...
Possessed by an angel.
He does feel better.
A work in progress, of course, but I am slowly healing him.
That's great.
Urn, but Zeke--
I have news.
I've picked up chatter among the angels.
Not all are wandering around in confusion.
Yeah, some of them are after Cass.
There is a faction that is rapidly organizing.
And finding human vessels to contain them.
Led by Naomi?
I have not heard that name, no.
But it is this faction's leadership
who want Castiel found.
You see, Dean, I can be useful.
Well, so can my brother.
So why don't you go check your email
and if I need your help, I'll let you know.
- Dean. - I said I'll let you know.
I mean, you know, Cass is human now.
It's gonna take him a lot longer to travel.
I'm gonna get whiplash.
What?
(CLEARS THROAT) Nothing. Um...
All right, so, I was thinking that,
if the angels are organizing,
then that makes them a lot more dangerous than we thought.
Why do you think they're organizing?
It makes sense.
My point is that the more of them
that are after Cass, the worse it is.
So...
we gotta find him.
MAN OVER TV: Folks, like I've been telling you,
we're in the most sacred of times.
A legion of angels reaches out for us.
Can you feel their divine presence?
And if you do, ifs nothin' to fear!
Heck, no!
If angels come a-knocking,
you just let them on in
and fill yourself up with their grace!
This is Reverend Buddy Boyle and the Going for Glory Hour,
wishing you a most blessed day.
Amen. (ORGAN MUSIC PLAYING)
WOMAN: And we're clear.
MAN: Beautiful, Buddy, one of your best.
Oh, well, that is high praise, sir,
seeing as how you're an emissary of the man upstairs himself.
Thank you, Bart
It's Bartholomew.
And I have to say,
God has personally assured me that
he is highly pleased with your work.
He prepareth a special reward
for helping him populate a true heaven on Earth.
Well, between you and me, it's practically reward enough,
being one of the few humans, of all time,
to get orders from an actual angel.
But if he prepareth, I am honored.
Terrific.
WOMAN: Sir? I'm ready.
Oh?
Let me be a vessel for the divine.
I give myself over to you.
BUDDY: Oh.
Hallelujah.
Yes.
Well, if you're certain.
(GRUNTING, PANTING)
(GROANING)
(SCREAMING)
Oh, God...
(WHIMPERING)
Ban!
What the hell!
Buddy...
...the simple truth is, not all who are willing
are designed to contain heaven's grace.
We have to expect a casualty now and then.
It's a small price to pay when you think about it.
Like the lamb of the sacrifice.
Sure.
DEAN: All right, so this is where Cass called from,
on Tuesday, Longmont, Colorado.
Each circle is how far he might have gotten,
in one, two and three days out.
Okay. Here we go.
Uh, same day he called from Longmont.
Weird murder, same town.
Cops said it was like
the girl was blasted from the inside out.
Angel kill.
Well, they might have just missed Cass.
Unless they got him.
You got an Emory Park, Iowa?
Emory Park, Emory Park, I just saw that.
Yeah--
Uh, a couple of days outside of Longmont.
Okay, because two priests were murdered there, Thursday.
Eyes blown out, evidence of torture.
They were impaled on posts.
- Torture? - Yeah.
Angels were looking for info.
I mean, if they get to him before we do--
Yeah.
CASTIEL: Thank you.
I was so hungry.
Very kind of you to share.
It's okay.
You know, I'm finding that often,
people with the least to give are often the most generous.
Anyway...
...got to plan better.
I ran out of food very quickly today.
You're new at this, aren't you?
Yes.
Food,
sleep or passing gas.
It's all very strange.
And ifs occurred to me
that one day, I'm gonna die.
Well...
I'd better try falling asleep.
It's quite a process, isn't it?
Try counting sheep.
Thanks, once again.
What sheep?
(GRUNTING)
You're human?
(SCREAMING)
Yeah, yeah.
I think I know this guy you're talking about.
Sounds like Clarence.
Clarence?
The church runs a shelter in town and
we work here.
We earn our keep.
Clarence spent a couple nights and then had to move on.
And he left the day the bodies were found?
Matter of fact.
Oh, man, those poor guys were a mess.
They must have suffered bad.
But at least now, they're with the angels.
I sure as hell hope not.
Clarence happen to mention where he was headed?
No.
He just said he always had to keep going.
(CAR DOOR OPENS, CLOSES)
All right, well, he's definitely been here.
Good news is, he's getting cagey.
He's using a fake name. Clarence.
That's what Meg used to call him.
'Course, he doesn't get
that's the name of a pretty famous angel.
What?
It's a Wonderful Life.
Dude, seriously?
What'd you come up with?
Another angel kill.
Uh, outside a town called Lafayette,
about a day's travel east of here.
- Is that Indiana? - Yeah.
Body was found in a homeless camp.
Insides barbecued, the whole nine.
Homeless guy?
No, a pharmacist
from Dayton.
Huh. (ENGINE STARTS)
MAN: Hot dog! Come on, get your hot dog!
WOMAN: Reverend Boyle's influence is astonishing.
I'll never understand these people.
Our fallen brothers and sisters
are finding vessels faster than we'd even hoped.
They'd better.
And then they need to help us find Castiel.
You know,
the one you let slip through your fingers?
Our Dayton operative is tracking him.
Good.
Because frankly,
you're hanging by a thread.
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
What?
Our operative did manage to find Castiel.
But Castiel was somehow able to kill him.
What?
He's a madman, sir. And very dangerous.
No.
I'm very dangerous.
Now you will find this madman and you will destroy him.
Do you understand?
That may not be possible, sir.
I'm getting a little tired of you.
Castiel has vanished.
We're unable to track him.
He must have found a way to ward himself against us.
(SIREN BLARING)
WOMAN: Please, Lord.
Mike is such a good man.
Please, send your angels to heal him.
Thank you for hearing me.
Amen.
Mike is your husband?
He's very sick.
Yes. Humans.
So fragile.
I never--
Never realized how fragile until recently.
I guess that's why we pray.
You get dealt such a bad hand sometimes,
you need something stronger than yourself.
That's a wonderful idea.
But...
What?
What if you were to find out
that no one is listening?
That God had pretty much left?
That heaven had gone out of business?
What would you do?
But that's not possible.
No, I think it's completely possible.
You're missing the point.
It's not possible because I have my faith.
But when I tell you the truth--
Your truth...
not mine.
Your lack of faith doesn't cancel what I believe.
That's not how it works.
You know,
I think you might feel better if you tried it my way.
Someone is listening.
The issue is,
he's somehow managed to ward himself against us.
Our ability to track him has been jammed.
Which brings us to you.
My kind, we always get what we're looking for, chief.
Yes, Reapers.
But some of you have taken your skill-set
to a whole new level.
That's the rumor.
And are willing to freelance.
For a price.
That's the rumor.
Jump-start me.
How do I start looking for this Castiel?
I got one word for you.
Winchester.
Damnedest thing I ever saw.
Vic had a stab wound, but that's not what killed him.
It's like his insides were--
vaporized?
It's been going around.
So, this guy was a pharmacist from Ohio?
Apparently.
Total family man, religious.
One day, just hops in an SUV, takes off,
dies on a bridge here from God knows what.
This is his stuff.
Help yourselves.
BOTH: Thanks.
Anything?
Nothing weird.
Crappy music, a lot of podcasts.
All the same one,
Reverend Buddy Boyle's Goin' for Glory Hour.
Cop said he was religious.
Join me in a heaping helping of glory, friends.
When you're in the presence of the divine, you'll know it!
And if you let yourself, you'll hear it.
(AUDIO FAST-FORWARDING)
So, remember, when angels come a-knocking,
let them on in!
Angels can't possess a human without permission, right?
Yup.
So what,
they're using this guy to find vessels?
It's a willing audience.
They're all religious types, like our pharmacist here.
Buddy Boyle's telling them to let the angels take them over.
Yeah, like body-snatchers.
How big a reach does this Boyle guy have?
Pretty much the entire planet.
I'm not stealing.
And I'm not a cop.
It's a shame, isn't it?
So much is wasted when there's so many hungry.
I never knew.
Peanut butter and jelly?
It's pretty good.
No, I can't take your food.
You're not.
I'm giving it to you.
Look,
I've had hard times myself.
Thank you.
DEAN: Look, for the billionth time,
we're just looking for some information, okay?
We're not cops. I mean, do we look like cops?
Well, we're not cops.
We just need to find a friend who's in it deep.
Look, he might've been here the night that guy was killed.
Uh, were any of you here, then?
Maybe.
Oh, okay, uh...
He's got dark hair, uh, blue eyes, little out of it.
He maybe called himself Clarence?
Clarence, yeah.
You two talk?
Not much.
And, uh...
Think he was on the run.
Did you see him with the vic? Uh, victim?
Nah.
Okay?
He went off to sleep in another part of the resort.
Where?
MAN: He's not there now.
Yeah, where'd he go?
I saw him running from under the bridge to the highway.
You gonna pay us for all this teeth-pulling?
Where was he headed?
He flagged a truck heading north.
Detroit, probably.
Why Detroit?
Truck was marked Motor City Meats.
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
Wow, ifs beautiful.
(CHUCKLES) If you say so.
So you know, I don't usually bring home strange men.
Am I strange?
Nah, I mean,
men I don't know.
But you look like you've been to hell and back.
Yeah. Few times.
April, by the way.
April Kelly.
Castiel.
One name?
Like God.
Or Cher.
Uh, not to raise any red flags,
but do you know your shirt's soaked in blood?
Look at these chemicals.
You even read the label?
No, I read "pie."
The rest is just blah, blah, blah.
Listen, when we hit Detroit,
we start with the homeless shelters.
- Right. - Then go to the encampments...
(CONVERSATION CONTINUES)
Yeah, and I can check for vagrancy arrests.
Yeah, and you know,
odd deaths.
(GRUNTING)
Who are you?
Why are you trailing us?
You call this rag a bandage?
You're lucky this wasn't infected.
What happened to the guy who attacked you?
Oh, I stabbed him.
He exploded.
(SCOFFS) Funny.
You don't look like the knife-fight type.
Or the homeless type, actually.
Yes, well,
guess I trusted the wrong person.
Bad investment advice?
No, vanity.
I thought I was more important,
more effective than I am.
That I could fix everything.
And now, all I can do is keep running.
Well, all patched up,
but God, your delts are in knots.
You got to relax.
It's all new to me.
Hunger.
Cold.
This feeling of being all alone.
You're not alone tonight.
(THUNDER RUMBLES IN DISTANCE)
(MAN GRUNTING LOUDLY)
So, Maurice...
You bounty hunters are like Delta Force Reapers.
Why would they sic you on Cass?
He warded himself.
Naomi hire you?
You really are out of the loop.
Naomi's dead.
Resting in pieces.
So then who's running things now?
Answer!
Her protégé Bartholomew.
He's an up-and-comer.
So he figured we'd lead you to Cass.
This Bartholomew, he organizing the angels?
(SCREAMING)
That's all I know.
You can kill me.
It won't matter.
If I don't find Castiel, there are others that will.
Do what you want.
Sure.
(SCREAMING)
Say something. (THUNDER, RAIN CONTINUES)
There aren't words.
So...
That was okay?
Very much so.
Um...
What I did, that was, um, correct?
Very much so.
Good.
(CHUCKLES)
Good.
Castiel, I can't help thinking,
you know, all that stuff you said, earlier,
blame and guilt.
It seems like you've taken on a heavy load
for such a sweet guy.
Believe me, I've done a lot of
foolish and unwise things.
I'm no angel. (CHUCKLES LIGHTLY)
Well, whoever you trusted...
Can't they help undo this?
We're not in contact.
So what happens next for you?
More of this, I hope.
(APRIL CHUCKLES)
I washed your stuff.
Find everything okay?
As a matter of fact, something is missing.
Oh?
It was with my jacket. It's hard to describe.
Oh, you mean this?
What's up?
Chasing our tails, all night.
No, Cass.
What's up? I'm fried.
I think it's time for Plan B.
I'm not following.
I'm letting you know.
Okay? Um...
Letting me know what?
I'm letting you know.
What is it, Dean?
I need your help.
That is flattering.
We've been through this.
I cannot be making public appearances.
I know, I understand that.
I'm not asking you to walk the red carpet, Zeke, okay?
I need your help finding Cass.
It cannot be done.
He is warded.
I know that.
But maybe you can use your intergalactic,
hyper-space, X-ray eyeballs to find someone else.
There might be a Reaper for rent on his ass.
Could you find them?
I can try.
It's probably pointless,
washing the blood out of your shirt, really.
It's the kind of thing the real April would have done.
I'll miss being her.
Very sweet.
Didn't mind me entering her one bit.
Why didn't you just attack me right away?
My briefing said you were dangerous and powerful.
And you did arrive armed.
So...
I needed information. So I had to gain your trust.
And that required intercourse?
(LAUGHING)
Well, I am allowed some leeway for executive decisions.
And I can't say I didn't find you attractive.
Who hired you?
I assumed with Naomi gone things were in chaos.
New sheriff in town, Cass.
He hired a bunch of us.
I got lucky.
But enough questions from you.
I have several of my own.
Let's talk about your buddy Metatron.
(SCREAMING)
All right, let's try this, again
and one of these times, we'll get it right.
I knew nothing about Metatron's spell.
I didn't know he was gonna cast the angels out of heaven.
I was cast out, too.
Oh, dear.
Nothing but re-runs on this channel.
(GROANING LOUDLY)
These blades are marvelous, aren't they?
They really do a number on humans, too.
I told you last night,
and I meant it, I was naive.
I had no idea what he was planning.
(GROANING) You're lying.
It's known you helped Metatron enter heaven,
collaborated with him.
Because we were going to restore heaven.
Bring the factions together.
(SCREAMING)
He lied to me.
You were with him when he unleashed the spell.
You know how the angels were cast down.
I didn't know he was assembling a spell.
I only knew
that I was the final ingredient.
You?
MY grace.
It's why I'm human.
He took my grace for the spell.
Or you gave it.
It may be unwise to kill me.
If my grace were the key to empowering the spell,
I may be key to countering it.
Are you negotiating with me, Castiel?
Cass!
This girl is popular with all the boys.
Cass. Cass.
Cass?
Cass!
No. No, no.
Sam, he's gone.
(GASPING)
CASTIEL: Dean?
Hey--
Hey. Yeah.
And Sam.
Cass. You okay?
Never do that again!
All right.
But I'm confused.
I know she stabbed me, but I'm...
I don't appear to be dead.
Well, you got dinged.
And, uh...
...you, I made a deal with her.
I said she wouldn't get kebabed
if she brought you back.
She brought you back.
You lied.
I did.
I do that.
SAM: You know,
you never answered my question.
How did you know where to find Cass?
I told you, I went through Maurice's pockets,
I found an address, I took a shot.
I never saw you go through Maurice's pockets.
What are you talking about?
Look, I don't see half the nerdy stuff that you do.
Doesn't mean that you don't do nerdy stuff.
I am really enjoying this place.
Plentiful food.
Good water pressure.
Things I never even considered before.
There really is a lotto being human, isn't there?
Ii ain't all just burritos and strippers, my friend.
CASTIEL: Yeah.
I understand what you're saying.
You do?
Yes, there's more to humanity than survival.
You...
You look for purpose.
And you must not be defeated by anger or despair.
Or hedonism, for that matter.
Where does hedonism come into it?
Well, my time with April was very educational.
Yeah.
I mean, I would think that getting killed is something.
And having sex.
(CHOKES BRIEFLY)
You had sex with April?
Yeah, that would be where the hedonism comes in.
So,
did you have protection?
I had my angel blade.
Oh, he had the angel blade.
- Um... - CASTIEL: In any event, I...
I do now see how difficult life can be
and how well you two have led it.
And I think you'll be great teachers.
Thanks, Cass.
Are there any more burritos?
Uh, yeah.
It's...
Oh, our little Cass.
He gave it up to a Reaper.
That is--
Castiel cannot stay here.
He will bring the angels down on all of us.
No, no, he's got the Enochian tattoo.
He's warded.
He was warded when April found him.
And she killed him.
Yes, and you brought him back.
And I thank you for that, but this is Cass.
Okay, who vouched for you,
when I didn't know you from jack.
The bunker is safe.
Bartholomew is massing a force.
We cannot stand an incursion.
Castiel is in danger.
And if he is here, lam in danger.
Wait, you're in danger?
From who, the angels?
If he stays, I am afraid I will have no choice but to leave.
Well, no, you can't do that.
Sam's not well enough, all right?
If you leave his body--
I know.
I am sorry.
This ethnic food,
I can't get enough.
Cass, uh, can we talk?
Of course.
Dean, you know I always appreciate our talks
and our time together.
Listen, buddy, um...
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