I heard your prayer.
The angel lied to me. He's not who he said he was.
Gadreel. - Gadreel is working for Metatron?
Metatron made Gadreel kill Kevin.
I was the one who caused all the angels to fall.
- He took my grace for the spell. - That means you're human.
Long live the queen.
It's the bloody Mark of Cain.
Without the Mark, the Blade is useless.
You're supposed to lead the angels, Castiel.
I'm just trying to get my people home.
You are not the hero.
I'm the hero.
You don't know what it's like to be human!
I'm starting to think the Blade is doing something to you.
Have you told them about your stolen grace, Castiel?
- Punish him. - I can't.
You just gave up an entire army for one guy.
He's powering up with the Angel Tablet.
Metatron's secret portal.
From here on out, I'm calling the shots. Capisce?
I'm not here to fight. At least give me a chance.
- Drop the Blade, Dean! - Move.
- Dean... - Sam, move!
Let it go!
Let it go! Let it go.
The hell if you think I'm riding the pine on this one, guys.
Something is wrong with you, Dean.
And until we figure out what, this is where you have to stay.
And you two are gonna do what? Take on Metatron yourselves?
That's smart. Oh, no, wait. No, you... You lost your Angel army.
And you... Now you're trying to lock up the one guy
who has a shot at killing the son of a bitch!
Hell of a plan, fellas!
Look, hey, guys.
Sam.
Sammy.
- Sam. - Yeah?
Dean wasn't wrong. My followers have abandoned us.
Yeah, and Gadreel says he can help us.
From where I sit, that's more than an even trade.
So, uh... Metatron.
Metatron.
- God? - Just a second.
That the new Angel handbook you're working on, or?
No, no. This is a story, Neil.
A marvelous story, full of love and heartbreak
and... love.
Sort of like The Notebook.
- I love The Notebook. - Uh, no.
Quick. Which makes me look more pathetic?
Why do you want to look pathetic? You've just reunited all the angels
under the banner of Heaven. I mean, that's like...
Winning a People's Choice Award?
Not quite the real deal, now, is it?
- All set? - Yes, sir. Uh...
- Flip the switch... - Uh-huh.
Wait for the light, and bingo.
And every angel in Heaven and on earth will hear me?
You and only you. The signal blocks out all other voices on angel radio.
Come on.
Hello?
This is Metatron.
- More reverb. - Because I'm Lou Gehrig?
Sorry. Sorry.
Don't do that.
I'd like to take a moment to welcome you all back.
I want you to know how moved I am
that you've accepted me as your new God.
My heart, as they say, is full.
Which is why I want to share some wonderful news with you.
I'm going on a short trip.
Heaven's door will be temporarily closed
pending my return, but rest assured, all will be explained.
And it will be... glorious.
- Where are you going? - To tell the rest of the story.
Please. I'll leave you alone, I swear.
We're not here to hurt you.
No. Your grace.
Healing me will only weaken you.
- Did you hear him? - Metatron. Yes.
Where is he going? What does he want?
I'm afraid, humanity.
Oh, God!
I would have thought you'd be more relaxed,
- having defeated Abaddon. - What can I say?
I wear my stress.
You know...
...with so many demons having rallied back to your side,
well, it's only natural that they would look to their king
for some... direction.
Love, if I wanted a soapy massage from Dr. Phil,
I would have hit three on the speed dial, all right?
I'm sorry, sir.
Sir, I believe you're being summoned.
It's a Winchester.
What's that smell?
What the hell's happening to me, you son of a bitch?
Liquor before beer, bad taco? How should I know?
I can't turn it off!
Ever since I killed Abaddon, it's like this whole other thing.
I get this high, and I need to kill.
I mean, I really, really need to kill.
- And if I don't... - You yak your guts out.
- It's the Mark. - Meaning?
It wants you to kill.
The more you kill, the better you feel.
The less you kill, the less better you feel.
How much less better?
One would imagine the least-best better.
So, dead?
Well, Cain had the Mark. He didn't die.
Cain was a demon.
Your body's not strong enough to contain the Blade's power.
- What if I got rid of it? - You want to get rid of it?
- What I want is Metatron. - Go on.
But I have to get through that door, and I have to get to the Blade.
And you're gonna help me.
Oh, no. What's that smell?
Sulfur.
Dean, pick up the phone. Call me back.
I'm not kidding, all right? Don't do this. Not like this.
- Are you sure it was Crowley? - Who else would he summon?
I mean, he and Crowley have been bromancing
over the Blade ever since Dean got the Mark.
- The Mark? - The Mark of Cain.
So that's what Dean cut me with, the First Blade.
- In a way, that could be useful. - What?
Well, Metatron's more powerful than ever,
but if Dean has the First Blade and the Mark,
that might give us our best chance.
You're joking, right?
An hour ago, we were ready to throw Dean into a padded cell,
and now you say he's our best chance?
Hear him out, Sam.
Oh, right. Excuse me. Sorry, guys.
Sorry I'm a little less than eager to hear that our best chance
is arming the warhead and hoping it hits the mark.
This is not a bomb we're talking about. This is my brother.
And your brother would not be in this alone. We can help.
- How? - I believe Metatron has found a way
to tap into the Angel Tablet,
harnessing its power to give him powers equivalent to...
God, right? I mean, that's what this is all about, isn't it?
Metatron wants to be God.
Great, well, that basically makes him unstoppable.
Not if we can break the connection between Metatron and the Tablet.
That would make him just an ordinary angel.
- Where's the Tablet? - Metatron's office.
- In Heaven? - I can get us to the door.
And then what? I mean, why would they let you in?
If Metatron's number two shows up with Heaven's most wanted,
- the gig is up. - Sam, we have to try.
Damn it, Al, I don't care what you've got going on tonight.
He's your kid, too, and I'm telling you he's on drugs.
- Oh, my God! - Call 911!
Oh, my God.
She's dead, man! She's dead!
I'm not so sure about that.
- What can I get you fellas? - Coffee. Black.
Are you serious?
You take this girl's table, her time,
you spread out like an overgrown teenager, and for what?
What's the tip on a single cup of joe? A nickel?
Double cheeseburger, everything, heavy on the onions.
You got it.
So this is what you and Moose do, eh?
Crisscross the country, searching for evil.
Order your nitrates, partake of the local attraction.
Yep.
You never get tired of the rat race?
Never get the urge to just bugger off and howl at the moon?
Never ask yourself, "Is this it? Is this all there is?"
I kicked human blood, you know.
Oh, so you're full-metal douche again.
Well, that's fantastic. Would you like a stuffed bear?
Just trying to make conversation.
- How's Hell, Crowley? - Hell's fine.
Hell's like a Swiss watch. Don't worry about Hell.
- Hell's complicated. - Game of Thrones is complicated.
Shower sex, that's complicated. Hell ain't complicated.
Your problem ain't Hell. It's you.
Fair enough. What's your problem, then?
My problem is Metatron.
Right now there's nothing.
There's no angel smitings, no crazy acts of God,
no vermin, hail.
If Metatron's making his move on earth,
he is taking his sweet-ass time.
Never fear. Cavalry's here.
And?
Apparently... your angel has gone viral.
And that, America, is perfection.
Yo, dude, that's your sister.
Oh, my God!
She's dead, man! She's dead.
I'm not so sure about that.
Is he ser... Is he freaking serious?!
Did you see that? Holy...
Tell me you just got that.
- Dude, what's your name? - Marv.
- When was this taken? - A couple of hours ago.
- Muncie, Indiana. - What did he whisper in her ear?
Exactly.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. You're not gonna eat your food?
Not hungry.
The door to Heaven is in a playground?
Guarded by two of Metatron's most loyal.
I recruited them myself.
So, you said you had a plan.
How we might convince them to let us pass.
Wookiee.
Brother, I have no idea what that means.
It's a reference to a very popular film that...
Never mind.
Asariel.
- Asariel, Purah, make way. - The door's closed, Gadreel,
by orders of Metatron.
And who do you think gave the order to capture Castiel?
Unless you think Metatron isn't interested
in questioning the leader of the rebellion?
- The spell must be redrawn. - As quickly as possible, then.
I got this.
I guess one of us doesn't need a demon
to help follow a clue trail.
You're looking for miracle lady, right?
Yeah, she's gone. I had a nice chat with her, though.
Sam, whatever kind of intervention you think this is,
trust me, it ain't.
I'm not gonna explain myself to you.
Yeah, I sort of got that. I just thought you might like to know
that while you two have been playing Odd Couple,
your real friends, like Cass, like the angel you stabbed, Gadreel,
they're out there right now risking their asses
to help you win this fight.
What the hell are you talking about?
A fight, I might add,
you made that much more complicated when you decided
to stab the one angel who could actually get us to Metatron.
You mean the angel that took you for a joy ride?
The angel that slaughtered Kevin? That angel?
Who you let in the front door in the first place.
You tricked me, Dean.
And now I'm the one who wakes up in the middle of the night
seeing my hands killing Kevin, not you!
So, please, when you say you don't want to explain
anything to me... don't. I get it.
And I also get that Metatron has to go.
And I know you're our best shot to do that.
I'm gonna take my shot, for better or worse.
- I know. - No matter the consequences.
I know.
But if this is it, we're gonna do it together.
You want to know what he whispered to her, right? In the video?
His next stop.
So what are we all gollywagging on about? Chop-chop.
Excuse me. I'm not exactly demon minion number three here.
As the kids say, I've got mad skills.
I don't know what you expected here, okay?
I don't really care,
but you wanted off the hamster wheel. Get off.
Well... I guess I've been Winchestered.
I'd wish you boys good luck, if I thought it would help.
Well done. We've sent word to Metatron.
He'll be back shortly. You can wait inside.
Thank you, Ingrid.
What's going on?
No, no, no, no! Not here!
Did you really think your little ruse would work?
Please. Please!
Welcome to Heaven's jail, Castiel.
I believe Gadreel can give you the tour.
Excuse me?
I'm sorry, but are you Marv?
This is my friend, George.
I hear you perform miracles.
It is a burden I accept.
- A little single malt? - George.
- What? - How about we take care
of that diabetes?
Left you a little something to celebrate with.
Thank you.
He's a fraud!
I'm afraid I don't know what you mean, good sir.
How can one be a fraud when one offers nothing?
A little love, a little hope...
the occasional miracle. Nothing more.
You know exactly what I mean, Metatron.
Excuse me?
His name is Metatron.
And much as he'd like you to think, he's not one of you.
He's an angel.
- We both are. - An angel?
Okay.
Somebody's been drinking out of George's canteen.
So you deny you're the former scribe of God.
- Sir... - A petty, unliked, unloved angel...
These people don't want to hear... ...driven by the relentless pursuit
- of power and nothing more. - This has really gone too far.
Who's already brought the rest of the angels under his iron thumb.
As I will you, brother, if you don't...
Shut your mouth!
- Angel? Scribe of God? Please. - It's true.
What is true is what I can see with my own two eyes.
You want to call him pathetic, common?
Be my guest. Who here isn't?
But who here has the gift that this man has?
Do you know what he did?
And I'm afraid if you'd seen what I've seen,
you'd think of him as nothing more than an abomination.
Abomination?
Try miracle worker!
- Try Messiah. - Better.
I am sorry you don't believe me.
But I must do what my mission demands.
I must protect you.
Yeah, that's not gonna...
They love me.
They really, really love me.
A little help.
- Anything? - Yeah. He's up there.
About a mile up the road. There's a homeless encampment.
The way the folks are talking, he's got them convinced
he's some kind of... new Jesus or something.
You good?
Yeah, I'm good.
Listen, Sammy, about... you know, the last couple of months...
I know.
So before we find something else to fight about...
tell me...
Are you ready to gut this bitch?
Sorry, little brother. It's not your fight.
Okay, so you're telling me that Metatron set you up,
arranged those suicide bombers to make himself look like the victim.
Gadreel is his second in command.
For what other reason than the truth would he turn against Metatron?
So now I'm expected to trust the word of an angel
who's only ever thought of himself since the Garden, and you?
You told us not a single angel more would die in this fight.
What do you think I have been trying to do?
Trying? By killing Metatron?
He is the reason for all of our suffering.
- Nothing you say matters. - Would you rather I not try at all?
Not if you can't prove it.
So give us a chance.
Let us out, Hannah. Please.
Can I help you?
Take it easy, chief.
You're Dean Winchester.
- Now, how did you know that? - He said you were coming.
Well, here I am. Where's Metatron?
- Marv. - Sure.
In there.
Praying for our forgiveness.
Forgiveness for what?
Is he, now?
I sat in this hole for thousands of years,
thinking of nothing but redemption,
of reclaiming my good name.
I thought of nobody, no cause, other than my own.
You've been redeemed, my friend.
The only thing that matters in the end is the mission,
protecting those who would not and cannot protect themselves:
The humans.
None of us is bigger than that.
And we will not let our fears, our self-absorption
prevent us from seeing it through.
- Not anymore. - No. Of course not.
Move to the other side of your cell, Castiel,
- and keep your head down. - What are you doing?
When they say my name, perhaps I won't just be
- the one who let the serpent in. - Don't!
Perhaps I will be known as one of the many...
Gadreel. ...who gave Heaven a second chance.
- Run, sister. - Gadreel.
Do you believe him now?
You can save the humble-pie Jesus routine
for somebody who gives a damn.
The problem with you, Dean, is the cynicism.
Always with the cynicism.
But most people,
even the real belly-crawlers living in filth,
or Brentwood...
...they don't want to be cynical.
They just want something to believe in.
- And that'd be you. - Why not me?
You've been working those people outside for, what, a day?
They've already spilled blood in your name.
You are nothing but Bernie Madoff with wings.
So I'm a fake.
Do you have any idea how much Pan-Cake makeup
and soft lighting it took to get God to work a rope line?
He hated it.
And, you know, humans sense that.
So they prayed harder and longer
and fought more wars in his name.
And for what? So they could die of malaria?
Leukemia?
And all the while, blaming themselves!
"Oh, if only I'd been more prayerful, God would have loved me!
God would have saved me!" You know what?
God didn't even know their name!
But I do.
Because I've walked among them.
- And I can save them. - Sure, you can.
So long as your mug is in every Bible
and "What would Metatron do?" Is on every bumper.
And?
What, are you blaming me for giving them what they want,
giving them a brand they can believe in?
I'm blaming you for Kevin!
I'm blaming you for taking Cass' grace.
Hell, I'm blaming you for the Cubs not winning the World Series
for the last 100 freaking years.
Whatever it is...
I'm blaming you.
The First Blade.
Nasty piece of work, isn't she?
Okay, let's say you win, Dean...
...and I die.
What's the world left with then?
A herd of panty-waisted angels and you?
Half out of your mind with Lord knows what
pumping through those veins?
You see, the only thing you've said that went into my ear
- was that you die. - Oh, fine. We'll fight.
I don't know what you expect is gonna come of all this.
Unless...
...that's why you're stalling.
Because you know nothing's gonna come of this
unless your pals succeed upstairs.
Well, here's a news flash.
Humpty and Dumpty are starring in their very own version
Heaven right now.
Wow, that big blade and that... douchy tribal tat
sure gave you some superjuice.
Woo!
Okay.
Where is it?
Remove her.
So, you took Abaddon's scalp,
then you figured you'd take on little, old, nebbishy me.
What could go wrong?
And you're powered by the bone of a jackass,
and it is just awesome, right?
Here's a tip.
Next time, try to be powered by the word of God.
Stay back.
Stay back!
Where's Metatron?
No!
Hey. Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. Hey.
Well played, Castiel.
Obviously, you and Gadreel managed to turn a few dead enders against me.
Gadreel is dead.
Ah.
So Gadreel bites the dust.
And the Angel Tablet,
arguably the most powerful instrument in the history of the universe,
is in pieces, and for what again?
Oh, that's right, to save Dean Winchester.
That was your goal, right?
I mean, you draped yourself in the flag of Heaven,
but, ultimately, it was all about saving one human, right?
Well, guess what?
He's dead, too.
And you're sitting in my chair.
Sammy, you got to get out of here before he comes back.
Shh... Shut up. Shut up. Just save your energy, all right?
We'll stop the bleeding. We'll get you a doctor
or, find a spell. You're gonna be okay.
Listen to me.
- It's better this way. - What?
The Mark.
It's making me into something I don't want to be.
Don't worry about the Mark. We'll figure out the Mark later.
Just hold on, okay? Give me some help.
- You will never get away with this. - Get away with what?
You told a silly story to a group of less-than-believers.
I'll clean up your mess in an hour.
You give our brothers and sisters far too little credit.
They will soon learn that you have been playing them.
And then?
They will do nothing because they are frightened little sheep
following my crook wherever it leads.
And where I'm taking them,
back to our rightful place atop this mountain
of human shame and excrement,
when that happens, trust me,
they're not gonna care how they got there.
What happened with you being okay with this?
- I lied. - Ain't that a bitch?
You know why you could never quite pull it together, Castiel,
while you're sitting here with your grace slowly burning away
and your reputation long extinguished?
No curiosity.
You didn't read enough.
You never learned how to tell a good story.
But you did.
Sam. Hold up. Hold up.
I got to say something to you.
What?
I'm proud of us.
No, no. Hey, hey, hey. Hey, wake up, buddy.
Hey. Dean.
Dean!
You're doing the right thing... letting him live.
- It's what a leader would do. - I'm no leader, Hannah.
I never was.
I just want to be an angel.
And your grace? What will you do about that?
You will die if you don't replenish it.
Damn it, Crowley.
You got him into this mess.
You will get him out...
or so help me, God.
Your brother, bless his soul...
...is summoning me as I speak.
Make a deal, bring you back.
It's exactly what I was talking about, isn't it?
It's all become so... expected.
You have to believe me.
When I suggested you take on the Mark of Cain,
I didn't know this was going to happen.
Not really.
I mean, I might not have told you the entire truth.
But I never lied.
I never lied, Dean.
That's important.
It's fundamental.
But, there is one story about Cain
that I might have... forgotten to tell you.
Apparently, he, too, was willing to accept death,
rather than becoming the killer the Mark wanted him to be.
So he took his own life with the Blade.
He died.
Except, as rumor has it,
the Mark never quite let go.
You can understand why I never spoke of this.
Why set hearts aflutter at mere speculation?
It wasn't until you summoned me...
No, it wasn't truly until you left that cheeseburger uneaten...
...that I began to let myself believe.
Maybe miracles do come true.
Listen to me, Dean Winchester,
what you're feeling right now, it's not death.
It's life, a new kind of life.
Open your eyes, Dean.
See what I see.
Feel what I feel.
And let's go take a howl at that moon.