15x17 - Unity

Jack is supposed to k*ll God. That still leaves...

- Amara.
- I'm thinking Jack k*ll her.

Then there's no God, there's no Darkness.

World saved.

CHUCK: It's time to clear the board.

It's time to start unwinding whole worlds.

DEAN: We want to take your brother down... we need your help... our pal Jack, he'll be strong enough to trap Chuck.

I'll think about it.

- Yo, Feathers.

We're on the same side. Against Chuck.

I'm on Death's side.

When her plan works, I finally get to go back to sleep.

Hello, Dean.

I gave Jack the last step of his transformation.

Do we have a problem?

There's something you and Sam, you need to know.

Chuck's done with all the other worlds, and he'll be here any day, and when he does, Jack's gonna die.

How can you keep me in the dark about something so huge?!

'Cause I know you couldn't handle it!

- No!
- This is how we end Chuck!

Just stop!

Welcome home, brother.

- Nothing? You sure?
- Yes.

I'd sequestered myself in the archives of the Basilica of Guadeloupe, chasing down a rumor of a spell so powerful it could, quote, "wound God Himself."

But it turns out it was just that... a rumor.

I just...

I don't know what else to do.

That's alright. We'll find a way.

Just get home.

- [BEEP]
- That Cass?

So that's how it's gonna be?

You give me the silent treatment?

I'm not sure what you want me to say.

That you get it.

Like, I said, k*ll Amara, Jack dying...that's the only way.

[SCOFFS] "The only way."

"Our one sh*t," "our last chance."

You ever get tired of saying stuff like that?

We don't have to like it, alright, but you and me, we gotta get it done.


Sam, Dean.

We should talk.

My brother has returned.

That means it's time.

Did he contact you?

He's made himself known.

How do you intend to cage him?

When God caged me, he had four archangels.

Do you have four archangels?

Nope. We got one Jack.

I wish we'd gotten to know one another.

That's my fault.

Maybe when all of this is over, we can?

He's been juicing himself up, getting stronger.

But I need to complete a final ritual.

What do you need me to do?

Just want to let you know, you are saving our asses here.

You're saving the whole world's ass.

I haven't saved anything yet.

But when the time comes, we can count on you, right?

Like I told you when we first met,

"You and I will always help each other."


You're angry with me.

No, I'm not angry. I...

You're disappointed?

Jack, look...

I wish you'd have been up front with us.

But sacrificing your life for a cause...takes a lot of courage.

I still think it's wrong, though.

Alright, we're all set.

Jack, why don't you go get your stuff.

I'm thinking we leave now, we'll make Santa Fe by tomorrow morning.

Yeah, um, I'm not coming.

- What?
- You and Jack got this covered.

Chuck is back. You wanna take a knee?

That's not what I'm doing.


You don't even have any leads.

What do you have, Dean? Honestly?!

What, Billie's sending you to Santa Fe to... to meet up with her mystery guest that's gonna perform the "final ritual," or whatever that is, and turn Jack into a su1c1de b*mb?

Sam, you and me, we have to do this, it's in the book!

Oh, Chuck's "Death Book," right?

Come on, man! Blindly following orders?!

Lying to Amara, sending her to her death?

Does any of this feel right to you?!

It doesn't matter how we feel!

You know what?

Stay. Stay.

But somebody's gotta be the grownup here.

Yeah, well, someone has to keep fighting for Jack.

He knows what he signed up for!

Last I checked, we don't give up on family.

Jack's not family.

I know how you feel about the kid, okay.

I care for him, too. I do.

But he's not like you.

He's not like Cass.

He's just not.


I'm ready.

Well, then, let's hit the road.


Stayed behind to find another way, huh?

I would've done the same.

Hey, sis.

Hey, sis.

You check out my light show the other night?

- It's pretty rad, huh?
- You've been ending worlds.

And now you've come for this one?

Saved the best for last.

And then what?

You know, I've been asking myself that question a lot lately... what happens after the end?

And I have an idea... but I need your help.

No. Absolutely not.

Come on! You know the rules.

I can create, I can destroy, but I can't do a hard reset... reboot everything... without you.

Not happening.


The Winchesters have gotten to you, huh?

Figures... you and Dean have that whole weird... thing.

That wasn't you? Writing?

Ugh! Not that part.


Well, I'm not on Dean's side.

And I'm not on yours.

Someone needs to defend this world.

Oh, please! You don't care about any of this.

I do... and so should you.

Walk with me.


Okay, I'm walking. We're walking.

You never slow down, do you?

Take a breath... revel in this wonderful thing you created.

Right... and this is where you drop some sappy crap about how "perfect" my first tree was or whatever.

Wasn't it, though... perfect?

Yeah, it was pretty sweet.

It was a fern.

I was obsessed with fractals.

Now you want to annihilate it?

All of it.


You don't understand.

Oh, I think I do.

You want to evaporate every kernel of existence because the Winchesters won't do what you say.

It's not about that.

It's about everywhere I look, I'm reminded of my failures.

Like, why did I go with carbon-based life?

Why not silicon?

Or yttrium?


Zeroing out... starting fresh.

That's what I need.

None of this was a failure... not a tree, not a human...

Humans! [SCOFFS] Humans are the worst.

Lame, disappointing.

They ruin everything they touch.

And they're just so boring!

I'm over them.

What about your first children?


Heaven? Really?

Look, I appreciate the effort, but none of this really lights my wick anymore.

So, uh...


Remind me, how does your wick feel about fans?

- Oh, is that really...?!
- It is!

- It's him.
- This is amazing!

- He's so handsome.
- He's everything.

Oh, my God! I mean...

Oh, my you!

Could... Could you sign this for me?


You are the way and the truth and the light.

- Cool.
- Make it out to Talli.

Actually, um, Crystal.

Talli's a nickname.

- Actually, could you make it...
- Okay!


Don't worry... they're not gone, they're just... away.

Oof, I guess "Don't meet your idols" goes both ways, am I right?

So, meeting those mouth-breathers was supposed to inspire me to do what?

I wanted you to feel their love...

Their perfect angelic devotion.

Ah. Yeah.



I've made up my mind.

We can go round and round, but you know me.

In the end, I always get what I want.

What about what I want.

Okay... what do you want?

Balance... something we've never tried before... creation and destruction, light and dark, brother and sister united again, but on behalf of one world... this world.

True balance.

The way it was always meant to be.


But you can't.

You only care about your pleasure.

Your story.

Well, I guess that makes you the villain.

Villains get all the best lines.

Oh! The Winchesters' bunker.

Are they behind that door?

Is this a parent trap sort of thing?

'Cause no. No way.

Hasta la vis...

Hasta la...

Okay, well, why is that not working?

Is this a trap?

I gave you an out, but you just wouldn't take it.

You B-word!

The Winchesters have found a way to bind you, Brother.




You can't hold me here forever.

I can hold you long enough.

Listen, Jack, I don't know what you heard back there, but...

You don't have to say anything.

And... you don't need to be sorry.

I'm not like Sam or Cass.


I understand.

You sure this is the spot?

Billie said...this is where it ends.




So... you must be Billie's mystery guy, Jim?

Oh, no, no, no! Jim's a buddy.

He just lets me use his shop.

I'm Adam.

Oh. A-Adam.

Yeah, you know... God's primo.

First dude off the assembly line.

Wait... The...

The garden, the apple... that Adam?

It was a quince, but yeah.

Wow. So then that makes you Eve?


- Babe.
- Yeah.

- His aura.
- I know.

It's like Skittles.

She's an angel.

Yeah, she's my old lady.

She's the only one who could put up with me all these years, huh?

Awwww, babe.


What's happening?

Alright, let's get this party started.

You're with me, Jack.

Hey, w-w-wait, wait. Where you taking him?

Oh, just a little private pop quiz.

Can't hand out the "spark of the divine" to just anyone.

Dean, I'm okay.

So, you're really the first human?

God's "first story," yeah.

Jumped through every hoop, talked to every snake.

When he kicked us out of paradise, Eve and me, we figured, eh, we deserved it.

Then he moved on... to our sons.

SERAFINA: Relax, babe!

He's gonna pass.

And you know that how?

Saw it in my dreams.

We were sipping mushroom tea in the Hanging Gardens of Babylon.

So you were tripping balls and you saw Jack?



- You hate him.
- Oh, no.

I've been wanting this for going on , years.

Took me that long to figure out how to do it, too.

Wait... k*ll God is your plan?

Yeah, Billie's beengiving us a hand, yeah.

Sera and me, this is our baby, yeah.

She kept me alive this long so I could see it through.

All we've been waiting on is you.

- Me?
- Yeah.

The main ingredient.

Half-human, half-archangel, all-powerful.

At least, you could be, if you pass the test.


So, here it goes.

One of these pretty little suckers has been touched by God himself.

It holds the spark of the divine.

All you gotta do is tell me which one.

SERAFINA: I mean, just think of, like, everything that had to happen for you to get Jack to this place, to this moment.


Baby, it was meant to be.

That's your choice?



And the others.

All of them.

They're just rocks but they're existence makes them divine.

Because God is in everything.


Right on.

At least, he should be.

I did it.

Far out!

Okay, uh, great... well, now what?



Whoa, whoa, whoa!
What the hell are you doing?!

Dudes, chill.

Do it.


What the hell is that?

It's one of my ribs, dude.

Everything can contain the spark of the divine, but this puppy?

It's packing enough punch to create life.

Or, in your case, destroy God.

Jack, making your vessel strong, reclaiming your human soul, it was... it was all preparing you for this.

What'll it do to me?

Start an elemental chain reaction.

It fuses your soul and your grace into a...

Like a....metaphysical supernova.

Meaning what?

You'll collapse into a living black hole for divine energy.

One nothing can escape... not the darkness, not God himself.

But once it starts... you can't stop it.

So, don't use 'til game time.

You dig?

I dig.

He digs.

We're almost home.

Yeah, I need to say something before we head in.

- No, I-i-it's okay.
- Hold up. Just...

What I said to Sam, you didn't need to hear that.

Alright? Not now.

Not with the weight that you're carrying... for us, for this world.


I don't know how to explain it, but what I found out about Chuck... it's like... it's like I wasn't alive.

Not really.

You know, like, my whole life I've never been free.

But like, really free.

But now... now me and Sam, we got a sh*t at living a life.

Without all this crap on our backs.

And that's... that's because of you.

So, I... I...

I wanted to say... I need to say...

Thank you, Jack.

Thank you.

You're welcome.





It's time, isn't it?

It's time.



It's alright.

I understand it. I-I...

I feel it, too. It's hopelessness.

Maybe Dean was right.

Yeah, maybe.

It just... It feels wrong.

You know, Billie's got Dean so convinced.

But you don't believe her?

I don't know what I believe.

I just wish I could talk to her, Billie, before it all goes down, you know, just to make sure.

There is no easy way to summon death, and I will not let you end your own life.

Cass, that's not what I'm saying.


You remember when Sergei was here?

Remember what he was looking for?

Yeah, it was the Key to Death.


Wait, he said it would open the doorway to... to Death's Library.

If it's in the bunker and if we can find it, m-maybe I can just... walk up to her, right?



Cass, this has to be it.

There's an inscription.

It's in Latin.

Viator mortalis, cave, quoniam scias Clavem Mortis

pensare graviter.

Il tamen desideres,

ut introeas illum abyssum obscurissium artis,

opus est tibi porta.

Sam, I should go with you.

No, Cass...

Look, I don't know if this is crazy or... or what, but if Dean b*at me back here...

Buy me some time?

Sam, for what it's worth, I don't think you're crazy.

I think your internal compass is functioning perfectly.

WOMAN: Please! Wait, wait, don't hurt me!




Please, please.

She won't come!

Keep praying or whatever.

It's hopeless!


O-Okay, okay, okay.


I told you.


Sam Winchester?


Sorry, she's still dead.

Just borrowing the Queen's pretty face

'cause really, I'm Empty.

You're the Empty?

That's what I said.

What are you doing here?

Death and me need a word.

Been trying her party-line, but she's ignoring me.

I hate that.

What do you want?

The Empty was supposed to be mine.

Not even God held sway.

But lies, sweet little lies.

Billie said when she takes over, she'd make it all better, but then your busted-ass friend in the trench coat came along and he gave me these trust issues.

Billie wants to take over?

Become "New God."

Classic narcissist, right?

She's all tingly for the rules, the good-old days.

What is that supposed to mean?

Everyone back to where they belong...realities, dimensions, graves.

What should be dead dies, angels off Earth, demons back to Hell, and I go back to sleep.

Or I'm supposed to.

Except, again, trust issues.

But you, you're Sam Winchester.

You're in God's book.

That's... That's Chuck's Death Book?

Have you read it?

Only Billie can read it, dummy.

She always talked about how you should be so dead, except she needs you.

So, maybe if I hurt you...


Hear that? Get your scythe down here, Billie, or your boy's toast.



Billie sent me.

She did what now?



She sent me.

Really? 'Cause you're saying a lot of dumb stuff for, you know, an Emissary of Death.


We're all... We're trying to b*at God.

Not a whole lot of time for questions.

Go on.

Billie... sent me...to get the book.

She didn't say why.

Where is she?


You can't go there, can you?

Only if I'm summoned.

God's so protective of his little sand castles.

Well, Billie can't leave, either, something about the plan, so she sent me with a message.

Billie will honor her promise.

God, Amara... they die.

And you, you can go back to sleep.

And if you're lying?

I guess you have two choices.

Give me the book... maybe we all win.

But you k*ll me, we lose...

And you will never go back to sleep.

- Cass.
- Sam, finally.


It's Amara. She's here with Chuck.

- It's time.
- No, no, no.

Cass, we can't let that happen.

We have to stop it.

It's not too late, brother.

You can still choose this world, us.

It doesn't have to end like this. I...

Amara. Shut up.

Chuck and Amara cannot die.

- Wait, I don't understand.
- Are they ready?

We need to get this kid in the room right now.

Wait, wait... Dean... Dean, no. Listen!

- You hear that?
- What?


Brought to the edge of doubt.

His sense of duty, his rage winning out in the end.

Billie is playing us.

So, what, her plan's not gonna work?

- No, it will work.
- Then great.

But listen, if Jack takes out God and Amara, it'll create a power vacuum that Billie will fill.

This was all her power grab.

- Wait, Death wants to become God?
- As long as Chuck dies, I'm good.

- Okay, listen, just stop.
- Get outta the way, Sam.

- What are you doing?!
- I'm trying to make you listen.

And poor Sam.

Always gotta know everything.

Can't leave well enough alone.

We don't have time! Jack already lit the fuse!

- We gotta go!
- You did what?

Sam, I'm not gonna ask you again.

Dean, please.

This is my ending.

My real ending.


Dean, don't.

Move, Sam. Move!

You orchestrated this?

What part of omniscient do you people not understand?

So I can't read my "Death Book."

So what? I control space and time.

Just plant a few visions, goad Death a little... [INHALES SHARPLY]

Mess with a few outcomes...

And... bada-bing!

I mean... [LAUGHS]

They think they can k*ll me?

Dean, don't do this.

I don't want to do this, but this is everything!

- No, it's not!
- They're not going to k*ll you.

- They're going to cage you.
- Oh, sis...

Get outta my way.

They want to k*ll me.

And... they want to k*ll you.

There's no cage.

There never was.

- Let's go, let's go.
- Dean. No, Dean.

Wait. Stop! You gotta listen.

Sam and Dean, they're using Jack to destroy us.

No, but... but Dean can't hurt me.

No, but he can lie to you.

He could send you into the meat grinder with a wink and a smile.

- You guys go, go!
- Jack, don't!

- Sam, why not?
- Because if Billie takes over, then everyone goes back to where they belong.

That means everybody from apocalypse world, Bobby,

Charlie, they get sent back to a place that doesn't exist anymore.

And everyone we saved.

Eileen, she... she just dies again.

And that's just the beginning.

Look, I get it.

You wanted him to care about you, but humans... they'll break your heart every time.

Sam, we don't have a choice. Jack's about to blow!

We always have a choice.

I spent so long searching for happiness, contentedness.

In creation... or the Winchesters.

But the only ones who will ever really "get" us... is us.

You and me.

Back together?

There's nothing else we can do, okay?!

We just gotta get out of the way.

No, we can't get out of the way, Dean, not this time.

I don't care if Billie gets what she wants!

I don't, man! I'd trade it all...

I'd trade 'em all for Chuck in a b*at!

What about me?

Would you trade me?



Think of it.

Us starting fresh.

Creating something new, something beautiful... peaceful... together.

And we can finally forget about all this pain.

No baggage.

Only balance.

Chuck has to die. He has to!

Otherwise he'll keep us tap dancing forever, and I can't live like that, man!

I can't live like that! I won't!

I know you feel like that right now, okay.

I know you do.

But you gotta trust me.

My entire life, you've protected me... from Dad, from Lucifer, from everything.

I didn't always like it, you know, but... it's the one thing in the whole world that I could always count on.

It's the only thing I've ever known that was true.

So please...put the g*n away.

Just put it away, and we'll figure it out, Dean, we'll find another way, you and me.

We always do.



Are you kidding me?!

After everything, all that, you... you did it again!

- Where's Amara?
- Amara.

Amara. She's in her somewhere.

What, you consumed your sister?

We came to an understanding, so spare me your contempt, Castiel, the self-hating angel of Thursday.

You know what every other version of you did after "gripping him tight and raising him from perdition?"

They did what they were told. But not you.

Not the "one off the line with a crack in his chassis."

All of you.

You know, I tried and I tried and I tried, but you're all just too stupid, too stubborn.

Too broken.

You know what? I'm over it.

I'm over you.

Yeah? Good.

Screw you, Chuck.

No, screw you.

You know what you do with broken toys?

You throw them out.

So, k*ll each other, don't k*ll each other...

I don't care.

What do you mean?

I mean... have fun watching him die.



- Help me!
- Jack, Jack, Jack.