Supernatural

You want to evaporate every kernel of existence

because the Winchesters won't do what you say.

Jack's powerless.

And Billie wants us dead.

That's Chuck's Death Book?

Only Billie can read it.

Stop killing my people!

I didn't hurt your friends.

You killed me, Dean.

It was Chuck all along.

Everybody's gonna die, Cass, everybody.

Why does this sound like a goodbye?

Everyone's gone.

You see anybody on the way here?

No.

I couldn't save anybody.

Billie.

It wasn't Billie. It was Chuck.

- What? - Where's Cass?

Dean?

He saved me.

Billie was coming after us,

and Cass summoned the Empty.

It took her.

And it took him.

Cass is gone.

This can't be happening.

It is, Sam.

I think everyone's gone.

Hey, it's Jody.

I can't get to the phone right now, so leave a message.

Jack, I'm sorry.

Hey. You know who it is.

You know what to do. Catch you later.

Hey.

It brings a whole new meaning to the term "sudden death".

Dean, do you think we're it?

All that's left?

Yeah.

You, me, Jack.

Cass?

Hey.

So, um, what now?

I did this.

We could have just given Chuck what he wanted,

you know, his grand finale.

But I resisted. I pulled the thread.

I thought we could beat this game, do it better.

We tried to rewrite him, and the whole world paid the price.

- Sam, we can... - We can what?

There's nothing left, Dean.

No one left to save.

Everybody's gone.

You can't just give up.

What other choice do we have?

Think he'll show?

He better.

Hey, guys.

Enjoying a little alone time?

Alright, Chuck. You win.

Well... sure.

I always do.

Me being me.

Is that it or...

We'll give you what you want.

That's right. The whole Cain-and-Abel thing.

Us dead. Whatever.

I'll kill Sam. Sam will kill me.

We'll kill each other. Okay? You pick.

But, first, you got to put everything back the way it was.

The people, the birds, Cass.

You got to bring him back.

We're surrendering.

We're giving up.

Yeah, no.

I mean, I appreciate the white flag,

but, frankly, it's too little, too late.

I'm kind of enjoying this story now.

You can't.

Oh, no, see, I'm the almighty.

I really can.

I mean, picture it.

The two of you...

And your little lapdog Jack...

Rotting on a lifeless planet,

knowing it's this way

because you wouldn't take a knee.

Eternal shame, suffering, and loneliness.

Whew!

That's deep.

That's sophisticated.

That's a page-turner.

Dean?

Hey.

Look out.

You okay?

I feel terrific.

Guys, I'm...

feeling something weird.

Yeah, me, too, pal.

We need aspirin.

I'm sensing a presence.

There's something out there... besides us.

Something like people?

I don't know.

How are you sensing anything?

I thought you were all powered down.

I'm not sure.

But I feel it.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Look at you. Hey.

Wow.

How did Chuck miss you?

Whoever thought finding a dog would feel like a miracle?

Come on, Miracle. Come here.

Sammy.

Check it out.

You found a dog?

Yeah.

I guess Chuck didn't get everything.

I mean, maybe there's people he missed, you know?

Look, either way, this guy's coming home with us.

You're gonna let a dog sit in the Impala?

Relax. I'm not giving him shotgun.

Unless you're cool with that.

I'll get Jack.

Don't worry about him. He'll warm up to you.

Maybe we'll let you sleep in his room.

Here we go. Good boy.

Hey. Come here.

You know, believe it or not,

you're the best thing that's happened in the last few days.

Yeah, you are. Good boy.

Unbelievable.

Can't even save a friggin' dog.

Yeah, maybe that's the point.

No one left to help.

No one but us.

You sure about this, Jack?

Whatever you're picking up on is in there?

In there or very nearby.

Guys, I have no idea what we're walking into.

So...

you survived.

Michael.

When the rapture first began, I took refuge here.

It is St. Michael's, you may have noticed.

Are you hiding out from your dad?

I'm sure he's aware I took your side against him.

I've avoided using any powers

that might attract his attention.

And Adam?

Gone.

I'm sorry to say.

Exterminated by my father,

like everyone else.

Poor bastard never caught a break.

How did the three of you manage?

Apparently, your old man has a sense of humor.

He thought it would be hilarious

to watch the three of us on an empty planet.

What, are you, uh... doing some reading?

I never spent much time on Earth.

I was... curious about the perception of God and Heaven.

And?

Amazingly, the believers loved him.

They have for thousands of years.

I guess my efforts were more effective than I'd hoped.

Y-Your efforts?

When God left Heaven, I was certain of his return.

So I made sure all of the angels

and prophets burnished his image on Earth.

The all-knowing, all-seeing, all-caring God.

Daddy's boy.

And now?

After seeing what Chuck's done?

We reached out to you.

You ignored us.

That was then.

This is now.

Tell me what you need me to do.

Alright, Michael.

Here's the book we've been telling you about.

That's one of Death's books.

Yeah, but this one is about God.

And how to kill him.

As far as we know, only Death can open it.

But, um...

we're hoping, uh... maybe you can, too.

I'm sorry.

So, where does this leave us?

We need that book open, and we're out of options.

Where's it leave us?

Screwed.

I'm sure Chuck's ready to make a move.

What?

Cass?

Dean. I'm here.

I'm hurt. Can you let me in?

Wassup?