Supernatural

There's pretty much nothing the Winchesters can't do

if they work together.

Figured out how to close the Gates of Hell.

Heaven needs your help, Castiel.

Hello, Castiel.

I deserve to be loved!

Sammy, Stop!

Let it go.

- Ah! - Sam?

What's happening?

Angels.

They're falling.

This makes no sense.

I mean, how many angels fell? Hundreds, thousands?

And nobody sees anything?

This is... Look at this.

They're calling it a meteor shower.

Seriously?

What's going on, man, you okay?

Me?

Yeah. It's fine. It's just...

Just we got a major frickin' crap-fest on our hands,

yeah, tell me about it.

Thousands of superpowered dicks touchin' down

and we got no idea where to start.

Angels aren't our problem, right now, okay?

Or demons or Metatron

or whatever the hell happened to Cass.

Why, because we hugged it out in that church

and now we're gonna go to Disneyland?

Dean, you said it yourself,

we're not gonna sleep till this is done.

I know.

So what's the problem?

You.

Look, there's no easy way to say this, okay?

But something happened back there in the church.

Hey, I don't know what, I don't know why.

You're dying, Sam.

Shut up.

The MRI shows massive internal burns

affecting many of the major organs.

Oxygen to the brain has been severely deprived.

The coma is the result of the body doing everything

in its limited power to protect itself from further harm.

So what's supposed to happen?

If your brother continues on this trajectory,

the machines might keep him alive, but...

He'll be dead.

Technically, yes. I'm afraid so.

So, there's... there's no recovering.

I mean, there's no bounce-back, there's no nothin'?

I'm afraid that's in God's hands now.

You're a doctor.

You're a medical professional.

You're trying to tell me that my brother's life

is in God's hands?

What is that, supposed to be a... a comfort?

Mr. Doherty...

No, God has nothing to do with this equation at all!

- I didn't mean... - That's not good enough!

Cass, you there?

Sammy's hurt.

He's hurt. He's hurt pretty bad.

And, uh...

I know you think that I'm pissed at you.

Okay, but I don't care that the angels fell.

So whatever you did or didn't do,

it doesn't matter.

Okay, we'll work it out.

Please, man, I need you here.

Screw it.

Okay, listen up.

This one goes out to any angel with their ears on.

This is Dean Winchester.

And I need your help.

This is Dean Winchester.

And I need your help.

The deal is this: Linwood Memorial Hospital.

Randolph, New York.

The first one who can help me gets my help in return

and you know that ain't nothing.

Honey?

Now it's no secret

that we haven't always seen eye-to-eye.

But you know that I am good for my word.

And, uh...

...I wouldn't be asking if it wasn't needing.

So...

Look, just because you're dying, doesn't mean you're dead,

not yet, okay?

We have jimmied ourselves out of worse.

We're gonna fight this.

I got the plan, you just got to hang on, you hear me?

Absolutely.

- You think I'm lying. - Pretty much, yeah.

Hey, you understand that

we're not really in this car right now.

We're in your head.

And you're in a coma and are dying.

How do you know that?

Because I'm you. And you're you. All of this is you.

We're in your head!

You're serious.

The whole reason I stopped doing the Trials was not to die.

Then the next time we see Naomi

or Metatron or whoever's to blame for this,

we will get some justice.

But for right now we got to fight this, man.

Okay. All right, what's the plan?

I'm working on it.

What does that mean?

I'm... I'm kind of dying here, apparently.

It means I'm working on it. All right?

The thing is, if I am dying,

and I believe you, I do.

But if you're you, but you're really me and...

And you're the part of me that wants to fight to live...

Yes.

I have no idea what you just said, but continue.

But if

you don't have any idea how I'm supposed to fight,

then am I supposed to be fighting at all?

Are you serious?

Hell, yes, he's serious.

I mean, if you ask me,

I think the kid's got a good point.

Hey, buddy.

You Okay?

It hurts.

The hell you doin',

in the middle of the road like that?

I heard angels.

How about we get you some water, hmm?

I, uh, I don't drink water.

Dehydration's a real bitch up here, mister.

A phone.

Do you have a phone?

No signal up here.

How about a lift, hmm?

Yes. Good.

I would fly, but I... I have no wings.

Not anymore.

Right.

Sam wants to die and you think he's got a point?

Okay, I don't want to die.

I asked if maybe I was supposed to d...

Shut it, Sam.

You, go.

Oh, and before you throw me under the bus,

you're welcome for the Hell rescue.

Hey, first of all, you didn't rescue jack,

half-wit, Sam did.

Second of all, Sam, you're in a coma.

Now suck as that may,

sometimes, that's just the way things go.

What're you talking about? There's always a way!

You taught us that!

Oh, you mean, like the way one of you

idjits does some bass-ackwards, crazy thing

to beat Death, like sell your soul?

Exactly like selling my soul!

Yeah, like that worked so well the last time.

Enough, both of you. I can't hear myself think!

Wait, you're not actually buying this, are you?

Excuse me. Are you dead?

Because I am.

And maybe I'm here because I'm the part of Sam

that actually knows what the hell

he's talkin' about.

Well, I'm in the front seat, because Sam put me here,

because he wants to fight.

Right?

Well, that just got real uncomfortable.

See ya, Dean.

Sam, don't you dare...

Yep, yep, yep, am I right?

Honestly, Bobby, I... I...

I don't know what's right.

Let's walk.

Hey.

No, I can't take your money.

For the phone and a sandwich, if they have one.

It's okay, I don't eat.

Well, you'll figure something.

Take care, kid.

Uh-huh.

Hang up the phone.

Right.

Excuse me?

This is an emergency.

I don't want to hurt you.

Hold on, hon.

Sure, you do. Hurt me.

I'm sorry.

I'm gonna finish this call,

then I'm going to stab you.

- I know you. - I don't think so.

Castiel.

We met in Heaven.