- What's Carver Edlund's real name? - Chuck Shurley?
Who gave you the rights to our life's story?
One day these books, they'll be known as the Winchester Gospel.
You wanna know what she is, Crowley? How about God's sister?
He has relatives?
So what? She shows up and everybody goes 28 Days Later?
This is Metatron. Scribe of God.
We have your grace. You're mortal now.
- The indignities. - I’m looking for God.
He didn't feel the need to show up for the apocalypse.
He just doesn't think it's his problem.
Why would he give a crap now?
I don't know. Maybe because she's his sister.
All your chosen are suffering!
Don't count on God. Count on us.
Maybe now he'll hear me.
Pastrami. Maybe.
I give up!
Yeah, Toto. I got a feeling we aren't on Earth anymore, either.
Hello?
Carver Edlund?
What the hell is going on here? What is this place?
It's a bar. Actually...
It's not just a bar, genius. This is one of the big man's constructs.
I'd know his work anywhere. We were besties, you know.
Well, I wouldn't exactly say...
This is some kind of punishment, isn't it? For my sins?
A limbo where I get to spend eternity in a crappy bar with a hack writer.
- Dude. - Sorry, Chuckles.
Not just any hack writer. A prophet of the Lord.
Give me a break.
Tell me at least the beer is real in here.
You really think I'm a hack?
I have trudged through your complete oeuvre.
Published and unpublished.
Of the metric ton of books I've read in my lifetime,
Supernatural didn't even crack the top 10... Thousand. Respectfully.
- You didn't like any of it? - Mmm-mmm.
- Not even "Home"? - No.
Or "All Hell Breaks Loose"?
Oh, way too much melodrama.
And then you put yourself in the story. God!
Okay. That's fair. Mildly constructive.
Still doesn’t justify you burning one of my books, though.
What are you talking about?
Tall Tales. You were monologuing it to Castiel and you threw one in the fire.
How do you know about that?
Oh, I'm sorry. I always forget. People can't see me unless I want them to see me.
It's very confusing. Here, visual aid.
Put these on. It'll help. Go on. Just do it. It's a whole thing.
You... God...
God... You've come back.
I can't believe you've come back.
I didn't mean what I said about Supernatural. It's underrated.
Due for a reboot. And this bar?
It's not crappy at all. It's just like the one in Cheers, everybody knows my name!
- And the lights are very forgiving... - Okay, yeah. Please.
All the kneeling and stuff, it's always made me deeply, deeply uncomfortable.
Just don't use the G-word, okay? Just... Just call me Chuck.
- Chuck? - Chuck.
I think I need a stiffer drink.
Oh, perfect. We're gonna need our suits.
Tell me you got something on Amara.
Uh, it's a long shot, but clock's ticking, right? Whatever Amara's doing to Lucifer.
Beating on Cass in the meantime.
Yeah. Uh, Hope Springs, Idaho. Guy named Wes Cooper killed himself
after killing a coworker. According to reports, though, nobody knows why.
Apparently, he was a perfectly happy guy, and then, snap.
- So what? Possession? - Or he was soulless.
Well, it ain't much, but given what we got? I'll take it.
- Yeah. - Here you go.
Thanks.
Dude, quit ironing my shirts with beer!
So what you been up to?
Oh, I've been super busy.
- Yeah, I traveled. - Mmm-hmm.
Uh, I started a blog. Mostly just pictures of cats.
Oh. So cute.
And, oh, I signed up for Snapchat.
And I started a new series of books. Yeah. Revolution.
I don't think it's going anywhere.
- "Revolution"? - Yeah.
Supernatural. Maybe titles aren't your thing.
You're not wrong.
But why did you put on the Chuck suit in the first place?
How did that make any sense to you?
I like front row seats. You know, I figured I'd hide out in plain sight.
You know. Plus, you know, acting is fun.
Well, it's an Oscar-worthy performance.
But how did nobody know?
I mean, what about that Amulet thingy? You told me about it.
Some silly charm that "Burned brightly in the presence of you."
- You mean this? - Yes! Dean had it.
And your fave, Castiel. They were around you, how did it never...
I turned it off. See?
I should really put this away.
You'll never guess where this thing has been this entire time.
Look, I don't care about that ugly old thing,
or why you were slumming it with the plebes.
Let's brass some tacks already, okay?
You see and hear all.
You know what an absolute piece of garbage I've been the last couple of years.
Did you bring me here to destroy me?
You know what humanity's greatest creation has been?
Music.
That and nacho cheese. Even I couldn't have dreamt up that deliciousness.
But music is magic.
A lot of remarkable music was created in this space.
Bee Gees' Canteen.
Now, it's not as well-known as The Bitter End or The Gaslight.
But some amazing musicians got their start on this stage.
I'm hoping that you and I can tap into some of that old magic
and finish what I started a few months ago.
You wrote your autobiography?
Ish. I mean, they're chapters, it's kind of a loose structure.
Uh, but somethings missing. I'm stuck.
You wanna get the old band back together. Lennon and McCartney ride again.
Well, I'm kind of Lennon and McCartney, so...
But every writer needs a good editor.
I did some of my best work with you, Metatron.
Does this mean I get to be an angel again?
No. No. That's never, ever happening.
- It's probably a good call. - I think so.
Well...
Let's do this.
Appreciate the FBI taking an interest in this case.
We don't really see things like this around here.
Hey, you mind if I knock off, Sheriff?
Let me guess, Art's back? Newlyweds.
You can head home after you show Agent Greer the M.E. files.
- Thank you, sir. - Thanks.
What do you have on Wes Cooper?
We talked to his friends and family.
Nobody can make heads or tails of why he'd do this.
We have a witness who overheard Wes before he took his own life.
He was saying things that sounded "Out of character."
Yeah, how so?
Wes said that his life was meaningless, nobody loved him.
It was like every negative thought he ever had came spilling out. Thing is...
I knew Wes's wife. We sang in choir together.
She loved Wes till the day she died.
I don't know why he'd say anything like that.
And then, there's this.
Hold on a second. I've actually seen something like that before.
Deputy, tell me. Have you noticed any strange phenomena around town?
Uh, sulfur smells or power outages. Maybe an unexplained fog?
No, sir. It's always sunny in Hope Springs.
At least it used to be.
Are you in a hurry or something?
I'm on a bit of a deadline.
Just give me some broad strokes. First impressions. Come on. Hit me.
It's good. Real good.
Oh, man. You hate it.
What? No, I love it. Love it.
Last time I saw that look on an editor's face, I'd just handed in Bugs.
All right. Come on. Safe place.
Details are what make a story great.
This is lacking in some details.
Like, all of them.
"In the beginning, there was me." Boom. Detail.
And what a grabber. I mean, I'm hooked. And I was there.
I'm hooked, too. And yet, details.
You weren't alone in the beginning.
Your sister was with you.
Who cares about her?
Um...
Me, for starters.
I assume you're aware that she's out and about.
Tanned, rested and ready.
I mean, that's why you're back, right?
This isn't her story.
It's mine.
- Hey. - I thought you were coming home early.
I'm sorry. Paperwork.
That follow you in from town?
Honey, you wanna head inside while I call this in?
- It's just fog. - Hey. You know I'm the law, right?
See you inside, Deputy. Don't forget your cuffs.
Hey, Dispatch, this is 3-William-56, you got your ears on?
Aren't you done for the day, Deputy?
Lam. Listen, I know this might sound odd, but there's a heavy fog headed my way.
We expecting any weather like that?
No, it's supposed to be
clear skies all night.
Anything you want to call in?
That bad?
I'll tell you. There's some great bones in there.
I'm thinking what's missing, maybe less about detail and more about balance.
How do you mean?
You're giving the wrong stuff too much real estate.
Like that chapter about being Chuck.
- What about it? - Once you've explained
the Vonnegut performance art, that should be it.
No one cares about the rest.
I did some great stuff as Chuck. I mean, I told you about my blog.
- Uh, right, yeah. - Right.
- Your, uh, cat pic blog? Yeah. - Yeah, they're super cute.
So there's that. And I traveled a lot, you know.
- And I dated. Yeah? Had some girlfriends. - Mmm.
- Had a few boyfriends. - Hmm.
Oh, and I learned how to play guitar.
Hmm.
Yeah. That, you know, makes you seem like a really grounded, likeable person.
Yeah. What's wrong with that?
You are neither grounded nor a person!
So you're saying I'm likeable?
No, no. lam saying that Chapter "Chuckles" is devouring
pounds of pages at the expense of juicier stuff.
Stuff that people might actually wanna read.
Like what?
Well, like, uh... Like the archangels.
But you've got, maybe, two paragraphs on them in here.
And that's it.
Don't you think they deserve a few extra words?
Especially your favorite, Lucifer?
He wasn't my favorite.
Oh.
He helped you defeat Amara.
You trusted him with the Mark. And when you asked him to bow to mankind...
He refused.
He rebelled! And in doing so, kind of wrecked Christmas.
Okay, all that's in there. Except the bit about Christmas.
If you say that Amara is off limits, fine.
But you know every great hero is defined by his or her villain.
Lucifer is not a villain.
He's...
No, he wasn't a villain.
Okay. Real talk.
This is still a safe place, right?
Safest place ever created.
Okay. There are two types of memoir.
One is honest, the other not so much.
Truth and fairy tale.
Now, do you wanna write Life by Keith Richards,
or do you wanna write Wouldn't It Be Nice by Brian Wilson?
I wanna tell the truth.
Then you've got some work to do.
There are no revelations in this book!
And that's weird, given who you are.
There's no new information. No soul baring.
That's because I don't have a soul.
Right! But you invented them!
You invented souls!
Souls!
Try shining a light on that. How did that make you feel?
Nauseous.
You know what? No.
That is not G-O-D talking. That's Chuck talking.
And I get it, when you were on Earth, you had to go full method.
Well, it's time for you to get back into character.
This is me.
Really? This?
This pile of self-doubt and nebbishness flooded the Earth?
Followed up Sodom with a blockbuster Gomorrah?
Created as much as he punished? No. Uh-uh.
The guy I worked for? Total badass.
And, yes, he could be a dick.
Now, that guy had some stories to tell.
And he has a lot to answer for.
Okay. So... What do I do?
Hold up a mirror and show us who you are.
Warts and all. Write for an audience of one.
You.
- Dance like no one else is watching. - Yeah.
I'm gonna help you either way.
But you gotta pick a lane.
Richards or Wilson, Chuck.
Richards. All the way.
Sorry I woke you boys, but...
No, no, it's all right. Just, uh... Why don't you tell us what happened here.
Harris didn't show up for work this morning.
We called, tried her CB, nothing. So, I swung by here.
I found Art on the kitchen floor. Harris' shotgun right next to him.
Sure looks like Deputy Harris shot her husband
point-blank in the face, then left the scene.
Did you notice anything off
about Deputy Harris' behavior last couple of days?
No. Nothing at all.
When was the last time anyone heard from her?
Called in for the last time yesterday,
said something about seeing some fog rolling in.
I don't know why she cared about the damn weather.
Could you get in contact with your dispatch officer?
Tell her to let us know if she gets any more reports like that again?
- You serious? - Yeah, just to be safe.
And do you have any idea where Harris might be now?
No, but we can track her vehicle from our office.
Oh, this! This is what I was talking about.
Chapter 10, "Why I Never Answer Prayers and You Should Be Glad I Don't."
And Chapter 11,
"The Truth About Divine Intervention and Why I Avoid It At All Costs."
- Better, right? - It's gold!
Kind of angry, with a side of bitter, but hey. It's real.
Now, not to overstep my bounds,
but since you're on a roll, there's one thing that I've always wondered.
Maybe it'll make a good chapter, maybe even a whole book.
- Shoot. - Why?
Can you be more specific?
I kind of get that question a lot about pretty much everything.
Why did you create life?
I was lonely.
Your sister wasn't company enough?
I am being, she's nothingness.
It's not exactly the makings of a fun two-hander, you know?
Yeah, but you didn't stop at one archangel
or a handful of angels. You created worlds.
I was stupid. Naive.
I thought if I could show my sister that there was something more than just us,
something better than us, then maybe she'd change.
Maybe she'd stop being her.
But...
Every time I'd build a new world, she'd destroy it.
So you and your archangels locked her away.
And you got down to unfettered creation.
I tried to, anyway. But...
This was as close as I got to something as good as or better
than me or my sister.
The national park system?
Nature. I mean, look what nature created on its own.
What's more, nature's smart enough to know that sometimes, there's no fixing things.
Sometimes, you just have to wipe the slate clean.
Wipe the slate clean.
Sure. Natural selection. Good times.
Of course, in your case that means flood the Earth, but build and stock a boat.
Start over fresh on the B-side.
If Amara wipes the slate, the slate's destroyed.
Everything is destroyed. All your great work, lost forever.
We should take a stroll then.
Enjoy it all one last time before it's all gone.
I can't make heads or tails. Harris is...
Was our computer person.
Can I give it a shot?
Sheriff. Matt and Emmy just called in.
They said they saw some fog rolling in by Jasper Hills.
Did they say where it was headed?
West. Towards town.
Okay, call them back. Tell 'em to get inside.
Shut their windows and doors and seal it up
and stay the hell away from that fog.
And get the word out to everybody in town. They need to do the same damn thing.
Hold on. What are you talking about?
My partner and I have seen this before, okay?
Wes, Deputy Harris were infected
by something in this fog. Now, I know it sounds crazy...
- No, it sounds like we should call CDC. - There's no time for that.
Found Deputy Harris.
She's on Main Street. Heading right this way.
All right, we'll handle Harris. Just, please get the word out.
Tell everybody they need to stay inside,
seal up their windows, their doors, everything. Do it.
Hey, get them out of here.
Agent Greer, FBI. I need you to get inside immediately. Go.
I tried to kill myself. But she won't let me.
She has a message.
For you, Dean Winchester.
Amara. Is she here?
No. But her words have been echoing in my head
ever since I took a breath of that fog.
Did she tell you to kill your husband?
And I watched myself do it.
Okay, listen to me. This is an infection. Put the gun down, let us help you.
It's not an infection. She says it's a mirror.
She's showing us all the truth.
- Darkness. - The light was just a lie.
It'll all be over soon.
He's not gonna save them.
It's all going away. Forever.
But not you, Dean.
Dean. Dean!
Nature, divine. Human nature, toxic.
They do like blowing stuff up.
Yeah. And the worst part?
They do it in my name. And then they come crying to me. Asking me to forgive,
to fix things.
- Never taking any responsibility. - What about your responsibility?
I took responsibility. By leaving.
At a certain point, training wheels gotta come off.
- No one likes a helicopter parent. - What about Amara? She's your sister.
I took responsibility for her, too. Locked her away.
Barely, I might add. And who let her out?
Sam and Dean Winchester. But they're trying to fix that.
You know, I love those guys.
But the world would still be spinning with Demon Dean in it.
But Sam couldn't have that, though, could he?
- And so how is Amara being out on me? - It's not.
- But you've helped the Winchesters before. - Helped them?
I've saved them.
I've rebuilt Castiel more times than I can remember. Look where that got me.
So you're just gonna let Amara win?
Eh. It's her time to shine.
Then why the hell are we working on your stupid memoir?
You think it's stupid?
No, I think it's stupid to write a book nobody is gonna be around to read!
You told me to write for an audience of one.
Me. And I
think we're finally getting somewhere.
You started writing the second she came back, didn't you?
No wonder you're on a deadline.
Now I understand why you're masquerading in that sad little meat suit.
For the same reason you created this nostalgic bar
to write your masterpiece in! You're hiding!
Okay. First of all, this gift
is super cute. Secondly, I'm not hiding.
I just like the ambiance in here.
You said, "The safest place ever created."
Created by you to keep you safe from Amara.
- She can't touch you in here, can she? - You're upset. I understand.
And it's good to let it out.
But, uh, let's focus on, uh, finishing my book.
You know, I was a crappy, terrible God.
My work was pretty much a lame, half-assed rewrite of your greatest hits.
But at least I was never a coward!
There he is.
That's the guy I know.
The guy I love.
I remember the first time I saw you.
All the angels were terrified, but I wasn't.
The feeling of your light was... It was just beyond measure.
And then, the unthinkable.
You picked me to help you with your tablets.
You were just the closest angel to the door when I walked in the room.
There's nothing special about you, Metatron.
Not then. Not now.
Now, I've been called many things.
Absentee father. Wrathful monster.
But coward?
Lam not hiding.
I am just done watching my experiments' failures.
You mean your failures, Chuck.
You wanna watch? Be my guest.
Reports are that there wasn't a cloud in the sky,
but as we know, a dense fog did roll in.
Many citizens also feeling some sort of impact from this fog.
If you ask me, they're all reruns.
Local law enforcement has been overwhelmed
as the National Guard has been brought in.
Hey, we gotta go. Here.
Hey, sweetheart. Okay. We're gonna get you out of here.
We're gonna keep you safe, okay?
- Okay, give me your hands. Oh! Okay. - Thank you.
Watch out. Okay.
- Thank you. - What the hell's going on?
- You just get out of here, okay? - What's this fog doing?
Just get inside now. Go, go.
- Guys, come on. - Come in, Sam. Sam.
We can't just let them go.
They're right there.
Agent Ehart. Radio's dead.
You have any duct tape?
Sam. Sam!
You Okay?
Sheriff, let's see if we can't fix that radio of yours.
Dean.
You hear that?
Dean.
Sam!
Sam.
No, no. Get back. Don't.
My God, he's infected.
Everybody get inside!
- Come on. - Everybody.
Come on.
Come on, this way.
Come on, come on.
- Come on, let's go! Get in here! - No, I'm not leaving my brother.
You know, you really are a terrific editor, Metatron.
Well, I was a terrible writer. Worse God.
It's good I got something going for me.
Yeah, you know, I have to say, I didn't see the whole evil turn thing coming.
Why did you try to be me?
That was just a sad, pathetic cry for attention.
Whose attention were you trying to get?
Yours.
You are light. Beauty.
Creation. Wrath.
Damnation and salvation.
And I don't care if I was just the angel nearest the door.
You picked me.
Your light shined on me.
Me!
Ah, the warmth...
But then, you left me. You left all of us.
It wasn't just the saps on Earth who were praying to you.
The angels prayed too. And so did I. Every day.
- I know. - You wanna write
the best-selling autobiography of all time, you explain to me.
Tell me why you abandoned me. Us.
Because you disappointed me.
- You all disappointed me. - I know I'm a disappointment,
but you're wrong about humanity.
They are your greatest creation because they're better than you are.
Sure they're weak, and they cheat and steal and destroy and disappoint.
But they also give. And create.
And they sing and dance and love.
And above all, they never give up.
But you do.
Sam!
Hey. Listen to me, Sam.
- We're not gonna make it. - No, no, no. There's no quitting here.
We were never gonna make it.
Sam, listen to me, that's not you talking, it's the fog.
You're gonna choose Amara. Her over me. Over everything.
- Sam, no! - I’m sorry, I didn't mean that.
I can't fight this. You gotta go. You gotta go before you get infected.
- Go before I hurt you! - No, I'm not leaving you, ever!
Stop this! You hear me, you dick?
No, no, no! Hey, look at me, I'm right here.
I'm right here. Okay. It's okay. It's all right. I'm here. I'm right here.
Yeah!
You know, I lied before. I didn't really learn to play guitar.
I just kind of gave myself the ability.
I did the same when I "learned" French.
Man! This whole honesty thing is really freeing.
Come on. Take a look at the new pages.
You know you want to.
Think I'll pass.
I think you're really gonna like them!
You're right. It's a little high.
All right. Suit yourself.
- Okay? - Thanks.
Mom!
We should probably talk.
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