You suck it up, accept your responsibilities...
...and play the roles that destiny has chosen for you.
- You're the vessel. Michael's vessel. - The answer's no.
- You know who I am. - Lucifer.
- You're the one, Sam. My vessel. - That'll never happen.
Lisa, things are about to get really bad.
- Whatever you're thinking, don't do it. - I have to.
The cage you sprung Lucifer from, you can shove his ass back in.
The key to the cage, four rings from the Horsemen.
Who is it? - Our brother.
Adam is gone? The angels took him.
They're moving on from you, Dean.
You think Adam's okay?
- No. - Doubt it.
If you guys lead the devil to the edge, I jump in.
Are you idiots trying to kill me?
You're going to let your brother jump right into that fiery pit.
What exactly are you afraid of?
Losing? Or losing your brother?
On April 21st, 1967...
... the 100 millionth GM vehicle rolled off at the plant in Janesville.
A blue two-door Caprice.
There was a big ceremony, speeches.
The lieutenant governor even showed up.
Three days later, another car rolled off that same line.
No one gave two craps about her.
But they should have.
Because this 1967 Chevrolet lmpala...
... would turn out to be the most important car...
No, the most important object, in pretty much the whole universe.
She was first owned by Sal Moriarty...
... an alcoholic with two ex-wives and three blocked arteries.
On weekends, he'd drive around, giving Bibles to the poor.
"Getting folks right for Judgment Day." That's what he said.
Sam and Dean don't know any of this. But if they did, I bet they'd smile.
After Sal died, she ended up at Rainbow Motors...
... a used-car lot in Lawrence...
... where a young Marine bought her on impulse.
That is, after a little advice from a friend.
I guess that's where this story begins.
And here is where it ends.
Hey.
Dean?
What's going on?
I'm in.
- In with...? - The whole up-with-Satan thing.
I'm onboard.
You're gonna let me say yes?
No, that's the thing.
It's not on me to let you do anything.
You're a grown... Overgrown man.
If this is what you want, I'll back your play.
That's the last thing I thought you'd ever say.
Might be.
I'm not gonna lie to you, though. It goes against every fiber I got.
I mean, the truth is...
...you know, watching out for you...
...it's kind of been my job, you know?
But more than that...
...it's kind of who I am.
But you're not a kid anymore, Sam.
I can't keep treating you like one.
Maybe I gotta grow up a little too.
I don't know if we got a snowball's chance.
But I do know that if anybody can do it, it's you.
Thank you.
So if this is what you want...
Is this really what you want?
I let him out.
I gotta put him back in.
Okay.
That's it, then.
I still can't get used to you at eye level.
So was I right?
Yeah, as always, Yoda. I got two stunt demons inside, just like you said.
Did you get it?
Yeah, all the go juice Sammy can drink.
You okay?
Not really. What do you got?
Not much. These look like omens to you?
Cyclone in Florida, temperature drop in Detroit, wildfires in L.A.
- What about Detroit? - Temp's dropped about 20 degrees...
...but only in a five-block radius of downtown Motown.
That's the one.
Devil's in Detroit.
Really?
As far as foreboding goes, it's a little light in the loafers. You sure?
Yeah, I'm sure.
Oh, ain't he a little angel?
Angels don't sleep.
Sam, I got a bad feeling about this.
You'd be nuts to have a good feeling.
You know what I mean. Detroit.
He always said he'd jump your bones in Detroit.
- Here we are. - Here we are.
This is him rolling out the carpet. He knows something we don't.
Dean, I'm sure he knows a buttload we don't.
But you gotta hope he doesn't know about the rings.
Hey. Um...
There's something I gotta talk to you about.
- What? - This thing goes our way...
...and I'm triple lindy into that box...
...you know I'm not coming back.
Yeah, I'm aware.
So you gotta promise me something.
Okay, yeah. Anything.
You gotta promise not to try to bring me back.
What?
- No. I didn't sign up for that. - Dean...
Your hell will make my tour look like Graceland.
Want me to sit by, do nothing?
Once the cage is shut, you can't poke it, Dean. It's risky.
No, no. As if I'm just gonna let you rot in there.
- You don't have a choice. - You can't ask me to.
I'm sorry, Dean. You have to.
So then what am I supposed to do?
You go find Lisa.
You pray to God she's dumb enough to take you in.
You have barbecues and go to football games.
You go live some normal, apple-pie life, Dean.
Promise me.
Demons, at least two dozen of them.
- You were right. Something's up. - More than something.
He's here. I know it.
I'll see you around, kid.
See you around.
If he gets in...
...you fight him tooth and nail. Do you understand?
Keep swinging.
- Don't give an inch. - Yes, sir.
You take care of these guys, okay?
That's not possible.
Then humor me.
Oh, I'm supposed to lie.
Uh, sure. They'll be fine.
Just stop talking.
You mind not watching this?
Okay. Let's go.
All right!
We're here, you sons of bitches.
Come and get it.
Hey, guys.
Is your father home?
Hey, guys.
It's so nice of you to drop in.
The lmpala, of course, has all the things other cars have.
And a few things they don't.
But none of that stuff's important.
This is the stuff that's important.
The army man that Sam crammed in the ashtray.
It's still stuck there.
The Legos Dean shoved into the vents. To this day, heat comes on...
... they can hear them rattle.
These are the things that make the car theirs.
Really theirs.
Even when Dean rebuilt from the ground up...
... he made sure all these little things stayed.
Because it's the blemishes that make her beautiful.
The devil doesn't know or care what kind of car the boys drive.
Sorry if it's a bit chilly.
Most people think I burn hot.
It's actually quite the opposite.
Well, I'll alert the media.
Help me understand something, guys.
I mean, stomping through my front door is a tad suicidal, don't you think?
We're not here to fight you.
No?
- Then why are you? - I wanna say yes.
Excuse me?
Chock-full of Ovaltine, are we?
You heard me. Yes.
You're serious.
Look, Judgment Day's a runaway train. We get it now.
- We just want off. - Meaning?
Deal of the century.
I give you a free ride, but when it's all over...
...I live, he lives, you bring our parents back...
Okay, can we please drop the telenovela?
I know you have the rings, Sam.
I have no idea what you're talking about.
The Horsemen's rings?
The magic keys to my cage?
Ring a bell?
Come on, Sam, I've never lied to you. You could at least pay me the same respect.
It's okay. I'm not mad.
A wrestling match inside your noggin.
I like the idea.
Just you and me, one round, no tricks.
You win, you jump in the hole.
I win...
...well, then I win.
What do you say, Sam?
A fiddle of gold against your soul says I'm better than you.
- So he knows. Doesn't change anything. - Sam.
- We don't have any other choice. - No.
Yes.
- Sammy? - Dean.
- Sammy. - Oh, I can feel him. Oh.
- God. - You gotta go now.
Come on!
Go now, Sammy.
Now!
I was just messing with you.
Sammy's long gone.
I told you...
...this would always happen in Detroit.
Sam.
Come on.
I can feel you...
...scratching away in there.
Look.
I'll take the gag off, okay?
You got me all wrong, kiddo. I'm not the bad guy here.
I'm gonna rip you apart from the inside out. Do you understand me?
Such anger, young Skywalker.
Who are you really angry with? Me...
...or that face in the mirror? - I'm sure this is all a big joke to you.
Not at all. I've been waiting for you...
...for a long...
...Iong time.
Come on, Sam.
You have to admit...
...you can feel it, right?
- What? - The exhilaration.
And you know why that is? Because we're two halves made whole.
MFEO, literally.
This feels pretty damn far from good.
I'm inside your grapefruit, Sam.
You can't lie to me.
I see it all.
How odd you always felt.
How out of place in that family of yours.
And why shouldn't you have?
They were foster care at best.
I'm your real family.
- No, it's not true. - It is.
And I know you know it.
All those times you ran away, you weren't running from them.
You were running towards me.
This doesn't have to be a bad thing, you know.
I let Dean live, didn't I?
I want him to live.
I'll bring your folks back too.
I want you to be happy, Sam.
I don't want anything from you.
Really?
Not even a little payback?
- What's that supposed to mean? - Look closely.
None of these little devils look familiar to you?
That's Mr. Bensman.
One of my grade-school teachers.
And that's your friend Doug from that time in East Lansing.
And Rachel...
...your prom date.
Sam Winchester, this is your life.
Azazel's gang.
Watching you since you were a rug rat.
Jerking you around like a dog on a leash.
I know how you feel about them.
Me too.
So, what do you say you and I blow off a little steam?
Reports are flooding in.
A 7.6 quake in Portland, 8.1 in Boston, more in Hong Kong, Berlin and Tehran.
The USGS has no explanation but says to expect a six-figure death toll.
- We now go to... - It's starting.
- Yeah, you think, genius? You don't have to be mean.
So, what do we do now?
I suggest we imbibe copious quantities of alcohol.
Wait for the inevitable blast wave.
Yes, well, thank you, Bukowski. I mean, how do we stop it?
We don't.
Lucifer will meet Michael on the chosen field.
And the battle of Armageddon begins.
Well, where's this chosen field?
- I don't know. - There's gotta be something we can do.
I'm sorry, Dean. This is over.
Listen to me, you junkless sissy.
We are not giving up.
Bobby.
Bobby?
There was never much hope to begin with.
I don't know what else to do.
So are we having fun yet?
In between jobs, Sam and Dean would sometimes get a day...
... sometimes a week if they were lucky.
They'd pass the time lining their pockets.
Sam used to insist on honest work, but now he hustles pool, like his brother.
They could go anywhere and do anything.
They drove a thousand miles for an Ozzy show...
... two days for a Jayhawks game.
And when it was clear, they'd park her in the middle of nowhere.
Sit on the hood and watch the stars...
... for hours...
... without saying a word.
It never occurred to them...
... that, sure, maybe they never really had a roof and four walls.
But they were never, in fact, homeless.
That's a good line.
Mistress Magda.
Um, no, Chuck.
Oh, uh, Dean.
Uh, wow, I didn't know that you'd call.
Who's Mistress Magda?
Nothing. She's a, uh... Just a, uh... You know, a close friend.
- I'll bet, close. What happened to Becky? - It didn't work out.
I had too much respect for her. Ahem.
- You got a virgin/hooker thing going on. - Okay, this can't be why you called.
Sam said yes.
I know.
I saw it.
I'm working on the pages.
Did you see where the title fight goes down?
Angels are keeping it secret.
- Very hush-hush. - Oh, crap.
But I saw it anyway.
Perks of being a prophet.
It's tomorrow. High noon.
Place called Stull Cemetery.
Stull Ceme...
Wait, I know that. That's an old boneyard outside of Lawrence.
- Why Lawrence? - Don't know.
It has to end where it started, I guess.
All right, Chuck, any way to short-circuit this?
Besides the rings?
No. I'm sorry.
- Any idea what's gonna happen next? - I wish that I did.
But I honestly don't know yet.
All right, thanks, Chuck.
Are you going someplace?
You're gonna do something stupid.
You got that look.
I'm gonna go talk to Sam.
- You just don't give up. - It's Sam.
If you couldn't reach him, you won't be able to on the battlefield.
Well, if we've already lost, I guess I got nothing to lose, right?
I just want you to understand.
The only thing that you're gonna see out there...
...is Michael killing your brother.
Well, then I ain't gonna let him die alone.
It's good to see you, Michael.
You too.
It's been too long.
Can you believe it's finally here?
No.
Not really.
Are you ready?
As I'll ever be.
A part of me wishes we didn't have to do this.
Yeah.
Me too.
- Then why are we? - Oh, you know why.
- I have no choice after what you did. - What I did?
What if it's not my fault?
- What is that supposed to mean? - Think about it. Dad made everything.
Which means he made me who I am.
God wanted the devil.
- So? - So why?
And why make us fight? I just can't figure out the point.
What's your point?
We're going to kill each other.
And for what?
One of Dad's tests.
We don't even know the answer.
We're brothers.
Let's just walk off the chessboard.
I'm sorry. I can't do that.
- I'm a good son. I have orders. - But you don't have to follow them.
What, you think I'm gonna rebel? Now?
- I'm not like you. - Please, Michael...
No, you haven't changed a bit, little brother.
Always blaming everybody but yourself.
We were together. We were happy.
But you betrayed me, all of us, and you made our Father leave.
No one makes Dad do anything. He is doing this to us.
You're a monster, Lucifer.
I have to kill you.
If that's the way it's gotta be...
...then I'd like to see you try.
All right
I got something to say
Yeah, it's better to burn out
Yeah, than fade away
All right
Ow
Gonna start a fire
Howdy, boys.
We're gonna burn this damn place down
Down to the ground
Sorry, am I interrupting something?
Hey.
We need to talk.
Dean.
Even for you...
...this is a whole new mountain of stupid.
I'm not talking to you. I'm talking to Sam.
You're no longer the vessel, Dean.
You've got no right to be here.
Adam, if you're in there somewhere, I am so sorry.
Adam isn't home right now.
Then you're next on my list. But I need five minutes with him.
You little maggot.
You are no longer a part of this story.
Hey, ass-butt.
"Ass-butt"?
He'll be back and upset, but you got your five minutes.
Castiel.
Did you just Molotov my brother...
...with holy fire?
- Uh, no. - No one dicks with Michael but me.
Sammy? Can you hear me?
You know...
...I tried to be nice.
For Sammy's sake.
But you...
...are such a pain...
...in my ass.
No!
Yes.
Sammy?
- Are you in there? - Oh, he's in here, all right.
And he's gonna feel the snap of your bones.
Every single one.
We're gonna take our time.
Sammy.
It's okay. It's okay. I'm here.
I'm here.
I'm not gonna leave you.
It's okay, Dean.
It's gonna be okay.
I've got him.
Sam.
It's not gonna end this way. Step back.
You're gonna have to make me.
I have to fight my brother, Sam.
Here and now.
It's my destiny.
Cass, you're alive?
I'm better than that.
Cass, are you God?
That's a nice compliment, but no.
Although I do believe he brought me back.
New and improved.
Endings are hard.
Any chapped-ass monkey with a keyboard can poop a beginning.
But endings are impossible.
You try to tie up every loose end, but you never can.
The fans are always gonna bitch. There's always gonna be holes.
It's all supposed to add up to something.
I'm telling you, they're a raging pain in the ass.
What are you gonna do now?
Return to heaven, I suppose.
Heaven?
With Michael in the cage, it's anarchy there.
So, what, you're the new sheriff in town?
I like that, yeah. I suppose I am.
Wow, God gives you a brand-new shiny set of wings...
...and you're his bitch again. - I don't know what God wants.
I don't know if he'll even return. It just seems like the right thing to do.
Well, if you do see him, you tell him I'm coming for him next.
You're angry.
- That's an understatement. - He helped.
- Even more than we realize. - Easy for you to say. He brought you back.
But what about Sam? What about me, huh?
Where's my grand prize?
All I got is my brother in a hole.
You got what you asked for, Dean.
No paradise. No hell.
Just more of the same.
I mean it, Dean.
What would you rather have?
Peace...
...or freedom?
You really suck at goodbyes, you know that?
This is the last Dean and Bobby will see of each other for a very long time.
And for the record, at this point next week...
... Bobby will be hunting a Rougarou outside of Dayton.
But not Dean.
Dean didn't want Cass to save him.
Every part of him, every fiber he's got wants to die...
... or find a way to bring Sam back.
But he isn't gonna do either.
Because he made a promise.
Hey, Lisa.
Thank God.
Are you all right?
Yeah.
If it's not too late...
...I think I'd like to take you up on that beer.
It's never too late.
Shh. Shh, shh, shh.
It's okay, Dean.
It's gonna be okay.
So, what's it all add up to?
It's hard to say.
But me, I'd say this was a test...
... for Sam and Dean.
And I think they did all right.
Up against good, evil, angels, devils, destiny and God himself.
They made their own choice.
They chose family.
And, well, isn't that kind of the whole point?
No doubt, endings are hard.
But then again...
... nothing ever really ends, does it?
You okay?
Yeah, I'm good.