( PESTILENCE )

      "Hmm. You guys don't look well. It might be the, uh, Scarlet fever. Or, uh, the meningitis. Oh! Or the syphilis. That's no fun. However you feel right now? It's gonna get so very, very much worse. Questions? Disease gets a bad rap, don't you think? For being filthy. Chaotic. Uh, but, really, t-that just describes people who get sick. Disease itself... Very...Pure...Single-minded. Bacteria have one purpose --divide and conquer." Pestilence steps on Dean's hand. "That's why, in the end...It always wins. So, you've got to wonder why God pours all his love into something so messy...And weak.It's ridiculous. All I can do is show him he's wrong, one epidemic at a time. Now... On a scale of 1 to 10, how's your pain?" The door opens, Castiel enters.

       "Cas." Dean says.

       "How'd you get here?" Pestilence asks.

       "I took a bus. Don't worry, I—" Castiel falls to the floor, coughing.

       "Well, look at that. An occupied vessel, but powerless. Oh, that's fascinating. There's not a speck of angel in you, is there?" Castiel grabs Sam's knife and cuts off Pestilence's ring finger and pinky finger. "Oh!"

      "Maybe just a speck." Castiel says.

      "It doesn't matter. It's too late."

BOBBY'S HOUSE
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      "Well, it's nice to actually score a home run for once, ain't it? What?" Bobby asks.

       "Last thing Pestilence said. "it's too late." Elena says.

       "He get specific?"

      "No." Says Elena.

      "We're just a little freaked out that he might have left a bomb somewhere." Dean says. "So please tell us you have actual good news."

       "Chicago's about to be wiped off the map. Storm of the millennium. Sets off a daisy chain of natural disasters. Three million people are gonna die." Says Bobby.

      "Huh." Dean says.

      "I don't understand your definition of good news." Castiel says.

       "Well...Death, the horseman—he's gonna be there. And if we can stop him before he kick-starts this storm, get his ring back—" Bobby starts.

      "Yeah, you make it sound so easy." Dean says.

      "Hell, I'm just trying to put a spin on it." Says Bobby.

      "Well...Bobby, h-how'd you put all this together, anyways?" Sam asks.

       "I had, you know...Help."

       "Don't be so modest. I barely helped at all." Crowley says. "Hello, boys. Pleasure, et cetera. Go ahead. Tell them. There's no shame in it."

       "Bobby? Tell us what?" Sam asks.

      "World's gonna end. Seems stupid to get all precious over one little...Soul." Says Bobby.

       "You sold your soul?" Dean asks.

       "Oh, more like pawned it. I fully intend to give it back." Crowley says.

      "Well, then give it back!" Yells Dean.

       "I will."

      "Now!" Dean yells.

       "Did you kiss him?" Asks Sam.

        "Sam!"

        "Just wondering." Sam says.

        "No!" Bobby yells as Crowley holds out his phone which has a picture of him and Bobby kissing on it. "Why'd you take a picture?"

      "Why do you have to use tongue?" Asks Crowley.

       "All right. You know what? I'm sick of this. Give him his soul back now." Dean says.

       "I'm sorry. I can't." Crowley says.

       "Can't or won't?" Elena asks.

       "I won't, all right? It's insurance."

       "What are you talking about?" Dean says.

       "You kill demons. Gigantor over there has a temper issue about it. But you won't kill me... As long as I have that soul in the deposit box." Crowley says.

       "You son of a bitch." Bobby says.

       "I'll return it. After all this is over, and I can walk safely away. Do we all understand each other?"

BOBBY'S YARD
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       "Let me guess. We're about to have a talk." Dean says to Sam.

       "Look, Dean, um...For the record...I agree with you. About me. You think I'm too weak to take on Lucifer." Sam says. "Well, so do I. Believe me, I know exactly how screwed up I am. You, Bobby, Elena, Cas...I'm the least of any of you."

      "Oh, Sam..." Dean starts.

       "No, it's true. It is. But...I'm also all we got. If there was another way...But I don't think there is. There's just me." Says Sam. "So I don't know what else to do. Except just try t-to do what's got to be done."

       "And...Scene." Crowley says and breaks the moment. "There's something you need to see." He hands a newspaper to Sam.

      Sam reads from newspaper. "Niveus pharmaceuticals is rushing delivery of its new swine-flu vaccine to "stem the tide of the unprecedented outbreak." Uh, shipments leave Wednesday." He says.

      "Niveus pharmaceuticals. Get it? You two are lucky you have your looks." Crowley says. "Your demon lover, Brady? V.P. of distribution, Niveus. Ah, yes, that the sound of the abacus clacking? We all caught up?"

      "So, pestilence..." Dean says.

      "Was spreading swine flu." Sam finishes.

      "Yeah, but not just for giggles. That was step one. Step two is the vaccine. And you think—" Dean starts.

      "I know. I'll stake my reputation—That vaccine is chock-full of grade-a, farm-fresh croatoan virus."

      "Simultaneous, countrywide distribution. It's quite a plan." Sam says.

      "They don't get to be horsemen for nothing. So, you boys better stock up on...Well, everything. This time next Thursday, we'll all be living in zombieland." Crowley says.

CHICAGO
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      'Oh Death' plays as Death is shown exiting his car and walking down the sidewalk. A man walking towards Death is texting and not looking up- he bumps into Death. "Watch where you're walking, pal." A Man says. Death brushes off his shoulder and behind him, the man falls to the ground and dies.

BOBBY'S YARD
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      "What's your problem?" Dean asks.

      "This is what they mean by "the 11th hour," right?" Castiel asks.

      "Pretty much." Bobby says.

       "Well, it's the 11th hour, and I am useless. All I have is this." Castiel waves a shotgun. "What am I even supposed to do with it?"

      "Point it and shoot." Elena says.

      "What I used to be—" Castiel starts.

      "Are you really gonna bitch—to me? Quit pining for the varsity years...And load the damn truck." Bobby says.

      "All right, well...Good luck stopping the whole zombie apocalypse." Dean says.

      "Yeah." Sam says. "Good luck killing Death."

      "Yeah."

       "Remember when we used to just...hunt wendigos? How simple things were?" Elena asks.

      "Not really." Dean says.

      "Well, um..." Sam pulls out Ruby's knife. "You might need this."

      "Keep it." Crowley hands Dean a small scythe. "Dean's covered. Death's own. Kills, golly, demons and angels and reapers and, rumor has it, the very thing itself."

      "How did you get that?" Castiel asks.

      "Hello—king of the crossroads. So, shall we? Bobby, you just gonna sit there?" Crowley asks.

       "No, I'm gonna riverdance."

      "I suppose if you want to impress the ladies. Bobby, Bobby, Bobby. Really wasted that crossroads deal." Crowley says. "Fact—you get more if you phrase it properly. So, I took the liberty of adding a teeny little sub-a clause on your behalf. What can I say? I'm an altruist. Just gonna sit there?"

      Bobby gets out of his wheelchair. "Son of a bitch." He says.

      "Yes, I know. Completely worth your soul. I'm a hell of a guy."

       "Thanks." Says Bobby.

       "This is getting maudlin. Can we go?" Crowley says.

BOBBY'S VAN
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       "Yes" to Lucifer. Then jump in the hole. It's an interesting plan." Castiel says.

      "That's a word for it." Bobby says.

      "So? Go ahead and tell me it's the worst plan you ever heard." Sam says.

       "Of course. I am happy to say that if that's what you want to hear. But it's not what I think."

      "Really?" Sam asks.

       "You and Dean have a habit of exceeding my expectations." Castiel says. "He resisted Michael. Maybe you could resist Lucifer but there are things that you would need to know."

      "Like?" Elena asks.

      "Michael has found another vessel." Castiel says.

       "What?" Sam asks.

      "It's your brother Adam. You must have considered it." Castiel says.

       "We were trying not to." Sam says.

     "Sam...If you say yes to Lucifer and then fail...This fight will happen. And the collateral... It'll be immense. There's also the demon blood."

      "What? What are you talking about?" Elena asks.

       "To take in Lucifer, it would be more than you've ever drunk." Castiel says.

      "But...Why?" Sam asks.

      "It strengthens the vessel. Keeps it from exploding." Castiel says.

      "But the guy he's in now—" Sam starts.

       "He's drinking gallons." Castiel says.

        "And how is that not the worst plan you ever heard?"