Supernatural

God is back.

Jack's gone.

Welcome to the End.

Hello.

That's not Jack. That's a demon.

You're not complete. You need me.

When I shot Chuck, the bullet wasn't a bullet.

It w-- it was a piece of me.

I feel like I was in his head. I saw his memories.

We just need to speak to Michael. The out-of-his-head archangel?

- We need your help. - Where's Sam?

Eileen hit a snag with a case.

Hi, Sam. I will help you.

What was done in the darkness can be done to God.

That's the spell. To bind the spell together,

the nectar from a Leviathan blossom.

What is that, like a flower?

A flower that only grows in one place.

Purgatory.

That's the door. It'll remain open for 12 hours.

Hi, Sam.

I'm sorry.

It's not your fault, Eileen.

Is it?

What are you doing to me?

Same thing I've been doing for weeks --

helping, helping you to the bunker,

to Sam...

to romance.

It was easy, really, just a nudge here,

a conveniently placed spell there.

Wait. That was you?

It wasn't all me, Sam.

I just gave you half the spell.

You did the rest all on your own...

which I knew you would...

...because you're such a good guy.

Why?

I couldn't see you.

I needed eyes and ears on the inside.

Well, eyes, anyway.

Screw you.

Yeah.

You know, I hate missing my favorite show.

So I was right.

You're weak.

Well, I wouldn't say "weak," exactly.

I mean, I piñata'd Hell.

But, yeah, you figured it out --

we're connected by these wounds.

Which -- annoying, right?

And as long as we are, I'm stuck in this world.

But you know what they say...

...all good things must come to an end.

Come on, Sam!

This is Sam. Leave me a message.

Have you tried Eileen?

Yeah. Same thing -- no answer.

Well, maybe they just have their hands full with her case.

Yeah. Or they're in trouble.

What are you doing?

Our wounds aren't healing properly.

Because of you.

It's as if there's something festering inside of you,

something that won't let go.

Now, I can't see it.

I can't snap it away.

But I know it's there.

So, what, are you gonna just cut it out?

Hey, good idea.

Eileen, where the hell are you?

You're so helpful, Sam. Now sit still. Eileen?

I don't really know what I'm looking for here,

so this might get messy.

I think we have an audience.

Come on, Eileen.

Eileen?

Eileen?

Hi, Dean.

Chuck, you dick.

Bye, Dean.

Now, where were we?

Right.

How the hell did this happen?

What are you doing? Tracking Sam's phone.

Okay, here we go.

Milford, Nebraska, at a casino.

What the hell is Chuck doing at a casino?

Whatever. We need to go.

To Purgatory.

Chuck has Sam. I'm not leaving him.

Chuck's not gonna kill him. That's not the ending.

Wh-- Then he'll torture him.

Dean, will you stop?

Just stop being so stupid.

What?

If we attack Chuck now,

we don't have anything that can hurt him.

We get that Leviathan blossom,

complete Michael's spell, build the Cage.

That's our chance.

That's the way we'll save Sam,

and that's the way we'll save the world.

What's the matter, Chuck?

Nothing. I'm just -- I'm thinking.

No. You're stalling.

What? Am not.

You are.

Mnh-mnh. No.

Yeah.

You blink people out of existence.

But when it's time to get your hands dirty,

you can't do it.

You just like to watch.

Wow, Chuck.

That -- That's a...

I don't even know what to call that.

I do.

I'd call it pathetic.

You know what?

You're right.

I do like to watch.

Eileen.

Sam...

No. What are you doing to her?

Stop, please.

Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.

Why didn't I think of this first?

It's so much more poetic.

Eileen? She's still in there, Sam.

This is gonna hurt her as much as it hurts you.

Mnh!

Maybe not quite as much.

I mean, how the hell are we supposed to even know

what we're looking for here?

You know, Michael coulda done us a solid

and drawn us a picture.

You know, of all the time I've been in Purgatory,

I've never seen a bloom of any kind.

Yeah. Exactly.

Well, if we see it, we'll know.

It's likely to be the only flower here.

Alright.

Well, maybe we'll run into Benny.

He's probably king of this place by now.

Okay. Let's split up. What?

You go that way. I'll go this way.

We'll meet back at the Rift, alright?

We'll cover more ground. We'll better our odds.

Yeah. We'll also improve our odds

of getting lost or killed.

Come on.

It's okay. It's okay.

I know -- I know it's not you.

It's not working.

I'm gonna die in this chair, Chuck.

Aah!

Mnh.

'Cause you'll keep cutting until I bleed out, and...

that's 'cause you don't know what else to do.

What then, Chuck?

You -- You -- You just bring me back and try again?

Son of a bitch!

Go. Go.

Clean yourself up.

How are you still like this?

Like what?

This...defiant.

It's not my first time on the rack.

No, no, no, no.

No, this is more.

This is...

...hope.

That's what's stopping me --

you.

You still think that Dean and Cass

are gonna fly through those doors

just in the nick of time.

You still think that you're the hero of this story.

You still think you can win.

I think we're going around in circles.

We've seen this corpse before.

No, Dean, my sense of direction is excellent.

That's a different corpse.

I don't know.

You're right.

It is a different corpse.

We saw you following us.

Thought you'd never make your move.

What do you want?

Well, it's a little embarrassing saying it loud,

but we're looking for a flower.

A flower?

What do I look like, a florist?

Well, if you can't help us, see this boom stick?

It's loaded with Borax-filled shells.

You know what Borax does

to piranha-faced freaks like you?

I'd be happy to show you.

We don't call it a flower.