Supernatural

Michael. He's dead.

Jack, a-are you, uh...

I'm me again.

You want to know how much of my soul

I had to burn off to kill Michael.

- Yes. - I don't know.

Don't be afraid.

You're an angel.

You're special because you heal people for money.

You may have noticed, around here,

good life ain't cheap.

I was a so-so angel, but turns out,

I am an excellent businesswoman.

- Why? - I needed the truth.

I needed revenge for my family.

You would've done the same thing.

I don't feel sorry for you, Nick.

I feel sorry for the people you hurt

and the people you murdered.

You can burn.

When am I getting out of here?

Listen, you piece of crap.

You're gonna be locked up for the rest of your life.

You chose Lucifer.

He chose me.

Reject him, Nick.

I can't.

Where are you going?

Wherever it's darkest, wherever he is.

Our field trip is to see Donatello?

We're worried about you.

How do you feel, Jack?

I don't know.

I know I don't feel... nothing,

but I don't feel the same, either.

Dean and I, we... we want to talk to you

- about your powers. - What about them?

You know, you just got 'em back, Jack.

We want to make sure you're comfortable with them again

before you...

Before you go all X-Men.

You understand that?

I understand.

I won't use my powers without permission.

Promise.

Hold your haystacks! I'm coming!

Geez! I'm coming!

Holy Christmas.

Hello.

Can I help you?

Please.

No. Oh, no.

No, no, no, no, no.

Come on.

Do you think we have enough?

Son of a bitch!

I thought this was supposed to relax him.

It will...

I hope.

I just thought it would be nice to stay in for a change.

You know, this was his favorite game when he was little.

How about you? Feeling better?

Everybody keeps asking me that.

We're family. It's our job.

Well, it's annoying.

Jack...

if you ever want to talk or... vent...

You're here. I know.

All right. Winchester game night is a go.

soon as Sammy gets back here

with the two double-pepperoni meat blasters

and a pineapple.

I like it.

Yeah, it's like a crime against humanity.

You missed a call.

Dean.

What's wrong?

Help me, please!

- Dean. - It's me.

- It's Donatello. - Donatello?

I need help.

You and Sam. Help me, please!

You've reached Sam Winchester.

If this is an emergency, call my brother.

Sam's not answering his phone.

This whole damn town's a dead zone.

All right. We got to go.

- What do I do? - Stay here.

When Sam gets back, play him that voicemail

and have him call me on my spare.

- Got it? - Got it.

So much for game night.

Wow. This place is so...

I appreciate you coming.

Well, you said you had something for me.

Hi. Can I get you some coffee?

No. Thank you.

Yes.

16th-century Burmese blood rubies.

Five carats. Excellent clarity.

Castiel, where did you get these?

On a case.

They are lightly cursed,

but it's nothing that would affect an angel.

And you're giving these to me?

No. No. I... I need something.

I need your help.

To contact God.

Yeah. Good luck with that.

You forget, Anael, I know you.

I know what you did before your demotion.

When you were Joshua's right hand.

And I know that God spoke to Joshua.

And only to Joshua.

Now, he's dead, but...

but you understand how they communicated.

Why do you want to know?

There's a nephilim, Jack.

Lucifer's son?

Yes.

Jack killed Michael.

Good night, sweet prince.

But to do so, he... he used magic that consumed his soul.

Not all of it, I hope,

but we just don't know how much Jack has left.

And I've been looking through all the lore,

and it all says the same thing.

Only God can restore a soul.

And that's why you need him.

Right.

The Winchesters, they don't know you're here, do they?

Why do you say that?

Oh, I don't know, just a general reek

of ill-conceived lone-wolf desperation.

Will you help me or not?

Not. Sorry.

You see, Joshua never spoke to God.

God spoke to him.

There's a big difference.

I see.

But...

there was a rumor.

A whisper, after the Fall.

Joshua placed a long-distance call, and God picked up.

Okay. How?

I don't know. I wasn't there.

But I know someone who was,

and I can take you to them.

I should be there with you.

- It's fine. - No, it's not.

You heard Donny's message, right?

Yeah, I did. He sounds like he's

speaking in tongues, like he's possessed again.

No, that's not...

It's not Enochian. I think it's Ancient Hebrew.

- What's he saying? - We don't know yet.

I'm still working on it.

- All right, well, work fast. - Watch your back.

That's the plan.

Ancient Hebrew. What the hell?

Sammy sounds stressed.

It's not just Sam.

It's Jack...

it's you.

I just wish there was something that I c...

Hey. You're here, okay? You're here.

But I should've been here more.

But I know how I am.

I can be closed off...

and hard.

Yeah, well, that's where I get it from.

Listen.

I just need you to know...

I'm grateful.

For every day I get to spend with you and Sam.

Wait a second. Wait, wait, wait.

This...

I know this.

What?

Donatello's message, it's...

It's from the Bible.

It's... it's Peter.

Peter 5:8.

Here.

"Be sober, be vigilant,

because your adversary the Devil,

as a roaring lion, walketh about,

seeking whom he may devour."

Donatello?!

Oh, please! Dean! Please!

Donatello?!

Help me, Dean! Help!

Ohh! Oh! Sam! Dean!

Help! Help me!

Good. You made it.

Where's Donatello?

What, no "hey"? "How ya been"?

So it's just you, huh?

Sammy's home sick?

- How are you even... - Here?