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THEN

From 3.16 "No Rest for the Wicked", in the family's house, The Hellhound was tearing Catty apart, making her scream in agony, blood gathering all around her. Sam held Catty's dead body in his arms, looking into her dead, open, glassy eyes. Dean knelt between Catty and Ness, looking at Catty's body, crying.

Ness: (voice over) "Come on. How many times have you three died, anyway?"

From 2.21 "All Hell Breaks Loose: Part 1", in Cold Oak, South Dakota, Jake Talley stabbed Sam in the back. Dean, Catty, Ness and Bobby ran closer.

"No!" Catty told them.

Sam fell to his knees weakly. Dean and Catty knelt next to him instantly. Catty closed her eyes, crying silently, leaning her head against both of her brothers'. 

From 3.11 "Mystery Spot", in the Mystery Spot, Mr. Carpiak shot Dean in the chest, making a shot fire off from Dean's gun and hit Sam's chest, making them both fall to the floor. Catty pulled their bodies closer.

From 3.11 "Mystery Spot", Sam and Dean led the way across the street. A semi truck hurled past, ramming into Sam and Dean, making them flip through the air before landing on the street.

From 3.11 "Mystery Spot", on the sidewalk, Sam and Dean started to walk forward. The piano fell right on top of them, crushing them to death.

From 4.08 "Wishful Thinking", outside Lucky Chin's Chinese Restaurant, a lightning bolt stroke both Catty and Sam, both of them falling to the ground. They were smoking, dead.

From 3.11 "Mystery Spot", in the motel room, Sam and Catty heard Dean slid, fall and scream in the shower. Sam plugged in the shaver, electrocuting himself.

From 5.13 "The Song Remains the Same", in the Campbell House, Anna ripped a fixture from the wall, stabbing Sam in the stomach. Sam fell to the floor, dying. Uriel twisted Dean's head, snapping his neck, killing him.

From 4.06 "Yellow Fever", in the motel room, Catty was pinned to the ceiling. Her belly started to bleed. She burst into flames. Flames spread across the ceiling.

From 5.02 "Good God, Y'All!", in Bobby's hospital room, Octavia looked at Castiel, Catty, Dean, Sam, Bobby and Ness. "The Angels want me to prove my obedience. I have to find God."

"What is it you want?" Castiel asked.

"An amulet," Octavia answered. "It burns hot in God's presence. It'll help me find him."

"I got nothing like that," Bobby told her.

"I know you don't, or Ness," Octavia told him, looking at the amulet around Catty's neck.

From 3.08 "A Very Supernatural Christmas", in the flashback's motel room, Young Sam held the amulet.

Young Catty sat nearby. "What is it?"

"Bobby and Ness gave it to me," Young Sam told them. "Said it was real special."

From 3.08 "A Very Supernatural Christmas", in the flashback's motel room, Young Sam had given the amulet to Young Catty.

"Thank you, Sam," Young Catty told him. "I love it."

Young Dean unclasped the amulet, putting it around Young Catty's neck, clasping it. Young Catty held the pendant of the amulet, smiling.

From 5.02 "Good God, Y'All!", in Bobby's hospital room, Catty held the pendant of her amulet. "What, this?"

Octavia nodded. "May I borrow it?"

Catty held the amulet toward Octavia. "I'm only doing this 'cause your ass is on the line, and you died saving our lives." Octavia tried to take the amulet. Catty took it out of her reach. "Don't lose it."

From 5.04 "The End", in Sam's motel room, Sam and Octavia sat on the bed.

"I am so tired of doing what the Angels say when it does more harm than good," Octavia told him. "Sam, wouldn't it pay to have someone on the inside?"

Sam raised his eyebrows in surprised amusement. "Are you seriously suggesting that you be a double agent?"

Octavia shook her head, smiling a small smile. "Your words. Not mine."

From 5.13 "The Song Remains the Same", in the motel room, Sam, Catty, Dean, Octavia and Castiel stood together.

Octavia sighed, hesitating. "I wish I could go back. But..."

"Can't without exposing yourself," Sam finished. "It's okay, Ava. We get it."

Octavia took a deep breath, looking up.

NOW

§

Day One

Morning - Motel Room - Catty's Side

Catty was in her side of the room, just now waking up, lying on her stomach on the bed, hearing someone in the room, coming in from the fire escape, reaching a hand under her pillow, searching.

The man there pointed a gun at Catty, having her gun in his hand and a mask over his head. "Looking for this?"

The man popped the clip out of Catty's gun, tossing it aside.

Catty turned over, propping herself up on her elbows. "Morning."

"Shut up," the man told her. "Stand up." Catty slowly sat up, lowering her feet to the floor, slowly standing. "Hands where I can see them." Catty raised her hands to her head. "To the door, other room."

Catty slowly walked toward the doors to the other side of the room. The man turned to point the gun at Catty, never letting it off of her.

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Boys' Side

Sam and Dean were both sitting on their beds. Another man with his head covered with a mask pointing two guns at Sam and Dean. Catty slowly backed into this side of the room. Man 1 walked in, still having his gun aimed at Catty.

Catty looked at Man 1. "Wait a minute. Is that you, Roy? It is, isn't it?" She looked at Man 2. "Which makes you Walt." They didn't answer, but Catty knew she was right. "Hiya, Walt."

Roy and Walt exchanged a look.

Walt removed his mask. "Don't matter."

Roy removed his mask.

"Well, is it just me, or do you two seem a tad upset?" Dean asked.

Walt looked at Sam and Catty. "You think you can flip the switch on the Apocalypse and just walk away?"

"Who told you that?" Sam asked.

"We ain't the only hunters after you," Walt told them, cocking his shot gun. "See you in the next life."

"Hear us out," Sam told him. "We can explain, okay? Please."

Walt hesitated, shooting Sam in the chest, killing him, making him fall back onto the bed. Catty stepped forward.

Dean was angry and worried. "Sammy!"

Roy put his gun to Catty's head. "Stay the hell back."

"All right," Catty told them. "Yeah, it's true. But if you're gonna kill Sam, you might as well kill me. Just shoot me in the head, okay? I don't want you to ruin these pajamas, because I will be back, and if there's so much as a drop of blood on them, I'm gonna be vengeful."

Walt rolled his eyes, shooting Catty in the head, killing her, making her fall to the floor.

Dean stood angrily, looking at Walt in hate. "You son of a bitch."

Walt turned to face Dean and Roy, looking at Roy. "Shoot him."

"Killing Sam and Catty was right, but Dean..." Roy trailed off.

"They made us, and we just snuffed his brother and sister, you idiot," Walt told him. "You want to spend the rest of your life knowing  Dean Winchester's on your ass? 'Cause I don't. Shoot him."

Dean tore his gaze away from Sam and Catty's bodies, turning to face Roy. "Go ahead, Roy. Do it. But I'm going to warn you. When I come back, I'm going to be pissed." Roy didn't move. "Come on! Let's get this show on the road."

Roy held his finger on the trigger of his shot gun, but was unable to pull it.

"Come on, already," Walt told him.

Walt stepped closer, shooting Dean.

§ Worlds Colliding (Supernatural) §

Heaven

Night - The Impala

(Song:) Knocking on Heaven's Door - Bob Dylan 

Catty woke up in the driver's seat, looking around to see it was night, getting out of the car, closing the door.

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Outside

Catty looked around the deserted place in confusion. The trunk closed. Catty turned toward the sound, seeing 17-year-old Dean and 13-year-old Sam, and 9-year-old Catty, each preparing crates of fireworks.

"Come on, let's go," Young Catty told them excitedly.

They walked away toward a field.

"Weird dream," Catty told herself.

Young Sam placed the fireworks on the ground, pulling out a couple, looking at Young Dean. "Got your lighter?"

Young Dean pulled out an old lighter. "Let's light them up."

Young Dean lit the fireworks. Young Dean, Young Sam and Young Catty went further into the field, shooting red sparks into the sky with the fireworks.

Catty walked closer, smiling a small smile. "I remember this. It's Fourth of July, 1996."

Young Catty raised the firework stick to the sky, watching at the sparks died down, smiling widely, turning to face Young Sam and Young Dean. "Dad would never let us do anything like this." She ran up to them. "Thanks, guys. This is great."

Young Catty hugged Young Sam and Young Dean tightly, all of them looking happy.

"You bet, kiddo," Young Dean told her. Young Catty smiled, pulling away. Young Dean lit all the fireworks, running away. "Fire in the hole!"

All of the fireworks exploded with light streaming into the sky, whistling and crackling, wiggling and swaying. Young Sam, Young Catty, and Young Dean smiled, watching the display happily in awe, laughing with joy. Young Catty went further into the field, dancing under the sparkling lights, smiling, spinning around, arms above her head, looking up at the sky. Young Sam and Young Dean exchanged a look, smiling. Young Sam nodded to Young Dean in acknowledgement for the special moment. Young Dean nodded back. Catty watched with a smile, remembering all of this, nostalgic. There were three especially loud explosions, almost as if gunshots.

(Song Ends)

§  

Flashback 

Day - Motel Room

Walt shot Catty in the head.

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Now

Heaven - Night - Field

Catty looked confused. Young Sam, Young Catty, and Young Dean, and the firework display, all the sound and light had disappeared, leaving Catty alone in the dark silence. Catty looked around to find she was completely alone.

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House - Dining Room

A family of three were having dinner with Young Sam at the table. Young Sam dressed in a white shirt and a tie. A man was carving a turkey, placing a huge piece on Young Sam's plate.

"Thank you," Young Sam told him.

"So," the man told him. "I hear you're new to McKinley."

"Um, yes, sir," Young Sam answered. "Two weeks."

"Stephanie over here just can't seem to stop talking about you," the man told him, looking at the daughter.

"Dad, shut up," Stephanie told him, looking at Young Sam, smiling.

Young Sam smiled nervously. Stephanie grabbed Young Sam's thigh underneath the table.

Young Sam jumped. "Um..."

Sam was leaning against the doorway, watching and listening quietly, seeming content.

Octavia: (in Sam's head) "Sam! Sam?"

Sam looked up in confusion. "Octavia? Ava, where are you?"

Octavia: (in Sam's head) "Yeah, it's me, in your head."

"What the hell kind of dream is this?" Sam asked.

Octavia: (in Sam's head) "Listen to me very closely. This isn't a dream." 

"Then what is it?" Sam asked.

Octavia: (in Sam's head) "Deep down, you already know."

Sam seemed to be thinking.

§  

Flashback

Day - Motel Room

Walt shot Sam in the chest, killing him.

§  

Now

Heaven - Night - House

Sam realized. "I'm dead."

Octavia: (in Sam's head) "Condolences."

"Where am I?" Sam asked.

Octavia: (in Sam's head) "Heaven."

"Heaven?" Sam repeated. "How did I get to Heaven?"

Octavia: (in Sam's head) "Sam, please listen."

Sam realized how low she was speaking. "Ava, why are you whispering?"

Octavia: (in Sam's head) "Because I don't want to be heard."

"You're in my head," Sam told her.

Octavia: (in Sam's head) "Yes, I am in your head, in Heaven, where I can be found out. So, Sam, please, shut up and listen." 

Sam looked surprised, slightly shamed.

Octavia: (in Sam's head) "What do you see?"

"What do you mean, what do I see?" Sam asked. "I'm in a house."

Octavia: (in Sam's head) "Then look outside and tell me what you see. Some people see a tunnel or a river. What do you see?"

Sam walked toward the window, looking outside. "Nothing. Just a road."

Octavia: (in Sam's head) "All right. A road. For you, it's a road. Follow it, Sam. You'll find Dean and Catty. Once you find them, keep following the road. You'll find me. Follow the yellow brick road."

Sam chuckled. "Wow, Ava. Didn't know that you were so familiar with movies and books. Then again, with a sense of humor and an ex like yours, what would I expect?"

Octavia: (in Sam's head) (chuckles) "Sam, shut up and go, please."

Sam nodded. "You got it."

§  

Outside

Sam started to walk down the road.

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Elsewhere

Catty was walking down the road, looking around in confusion, unable to find where to go.

§  

Woods

Young Dean (4.13 After School Special), Young Sam, Young Catty and John Winchester were standing together. Young Catty was holding a handgun, looking scared. A male Werewolf was standing in front of them, growling, walking closer. (It's the story from 2.02 Everybody Loves a Clown and 2.03 Bloodlust.)

"Do it, Catty," John told her.

"I--I--I can't," Young Catty told them.

"You have to move on from Werewolfphobia sometime," Young Dean told her.

Young Catty looked at Young Dean and Young Sam, incredulously cute. "This is all your fault!"

"Yeah, and we won't pull a stunt like we did at the birthday party with Ness again," Young Sam told her. "Maybe after this we can deal with your fear of dolls and clowns."

"I'm not scared," Young Catty told them.

"Then shoot," John told her. Young Catty aimed the gun toward the Werewolf, hesitating, still scared. The Werewolf ran toward them. "Shoot, Catty. Shoot!" The Werewolf was close enough to slash them. "Catalina!" 

Young Catty cringed, shooting the Werewolf in the chest multiple times with the silver bullets until the gun clicked. The Werewolf fell to the ground, dead. Young Catty was shocked at what she had done.  Young Dean and Young Sam looked surprised that she had actually gone through with it. John didn't look surprised, but he looked pleased.

Young Dean turned to face Young Catty, kneeling in front of her. "There. That wasn't so bad, was it?" Young Catty still looked in shock, barely able to shake her head. "Now you know that you don't have to be afraid anymore. How you feel?"

"I... feel..." Young Catty trailed off, smiling. "Awesome!"

Young Dean smiled, holding his arms toward Young Catty. Young Catty jumped in for a hug, holding Young Dean tightly, eyes closed, smiling. Young Sam and John watched, seeming thoughtful and pleased. Dean was standing behind them, leaning against the tree next to him, seeming thoughtful and nostalgic. Sam and Catty arrived behind Dean.

Dean turned to face them. "Sam? Catty? What are you doing in my dream?"

Sam and Catty exchanged a look, sighing, looking at Dean.

§  

Later

Young Dean, Young Sam, John and Young Catty were burning the Werewolf's body on a funeral pyre so there would't be a body left behind. Dean, Sam and Catty stood nearby.

Dean looked between them. "Heaven."

"Yep," Sam answered.

"Okay, how are we in Heaven?" Dean asked.

"All that clean living, I guess," Catty told them.

Sam shook his head. "Okay, you two, I get, sure. But me? Maybe you haven't noticed, but I've done a few things."

"You thought you were doing the right thing," Catty told him.

"Last I checked, it wasn't the road to Heaven that was paved with good intentions," Sam told them.

"Yeah, well, if this is the Skymall, it sucks," Dean told them. "I mean, where's the triplets and the latex, you know? Come on. A guy has needs."

Sam looked around. "You know, when you bite the dust, they say your life flashes before your eyes."

"Your point?" Catty asked.

"When I woke up, I was in one of my memories," Sam explained. "I was 11 years old. It was my first real Thanksgiving."

"What are you talking about?" Catty asked. "We had Thanksgiving every year."

"We had a bucket of extra-crispy, and Dad passed out on the couch," Sam told them. "What do you guys remember about waking up?"

"Uh, the Fourth of July we burned down that field," Catty asked.

Dean shrugged. "You guys were there. You know that my waking moment was us teaching Cat that she didn't have to be scared."

"Yeah, after you two psychologically scarred me," Catty told them.

"Shut up," Dean told her.

"Anyway, maybe that's what Heaven is," Sam told them. "A place where you relive your greatest hits."

There was rumbling noise from nearby.

Sam, Dean and Catty looked around. "I don't remember this."

Young Dean, Young Sam, John and Young Catty continued to watch the Werewolf's body burn. The ground began to shake.

"Hey," Dean told them. Dean, Sam and Catty looked at Young Dean, Young Sam, John and Young Catty, who didn't notice anything wrong. "We should, uh..."

"Definitely," Catty agreed.

Dean, Sam and Catty ran further into the woods, hiding behind trees as cover. Young Dean, Young Sam, John and Young Catty continued to watch the Werewolf's body burn. A searchlight streamed through the trees overhead, blurred and blocked by tree limbs and leaves. Dean, Sam and Catty ducked lower against their trees. The rumbling continued. The shaking increased. The searchlight disappeared. The rumbling and shaking came to a stop. Dean, Sam and Catty stood, walking closer to each other. Young Dean, Young Sam, John and Young Catty continued to watch the Werewolf's body burn.

"Okay, what the hell was that?" Dean asked.

"I don't know, but we are taking the escalator back downstairs," Sam told them. He walked further into the woods, looking toward the sky, calling out. "Ava!"

Dean and Catty exchanged a confused look, walking toward Sam.

"What are you doing?" Dean asked.

"What's it look like?" Sam asked.

"Like you've lost your mind," Catty answered.

Sam gave Dean and Catty a slightly exasperated look, looking between them. "I heard Octavia's voice earlier when I woke up. Ava's the one who told me how to find you guys."

"Yeah, you haven't lost your mind at all," Catty told him sarcastically. "Either that, or Ava has."

Octavia: (in their heads) "I can hear you, Catty."

Catty looked at the sky in surprise. "Oh. Hi, Octavia."

Octavia: (in their heads) "Keep your voices down, will you? It's not like I'm trying to avoid being caught or anything."

"Right," Sam told her. "Sorry, Ava."

Octavia: (in their heads) "I see you've found Dean and Catty, Sam."

"Yeah," Sam answered. "But something just happened. There was this weird beam of light."

Octavia: (in their heads) "Don't go into the light."

"Okay," Dean told her weirdly. "Thanks, Carol Ann. What was it?"

Octavia: (in their heads) "Not what, whom. Zachariah. He's searching for you."

"And if he finds us?" Dean asked.

Octavia: (in their heads) "You can't say yes to Michael and Lucifer if you're dead, so Zachariah needs to return you to your bodies."

"Great," Dean told them. "Problem solved."

Octavia: (in their heads) "No. You don't understand. You, um, you're behind the Wall. This is a rare opportunity for Zachariah to get his petty revenge on you. I'm trying to find you right now, but it is so much harder than it sounds like."

"Why is that?" Catty asked.

Octavia: (in their heads) "Because Heaven isn't just one place. It's a million, billion places, and sorting through all of them to find you is gonna take a while. And trying to do so while trying to stay in secret is nearly impossible. Which is why I'm almost done with the whole double agent thing. What's the point of being a double agent if I can't help with the more important things without being found out?"

"Yeah, I see your point, Ava, but if you weren't a double agent, you wouldn't be able to find us right now," Sam told her.

Octavia: (in their heads) "Whatever, Sam, after I find you, Dean and Catty, and send you back, I have to find an Angel named Joshua."

"Why?" Sam asked. "What's so important about Joshua?"

Octavia: (in their heads) "The rumor is, he talks to God."

"And?" Dean asked. "So?"

Octavia: (in their heads) "You think maybe, just maybe, we should find out what the hell God has been saying? And, I don't know, have some prayer of finding Him before my supposed redemption turns into a manhunt?"

"Jeez," Dean told her. "Touchy."

Octavia: (in their heads) "Please. I just need you to follow the road."

"What road?" Catty asked.

Octavia: (in their heads) "It's called the Axis Mundi. It's a path that runs through Heaven. Different people see it as different things. For you, it's two-lane asphalt. The road will lead you to the Garden. I'm headed there to find Joshua, but I have to get you out of here before Zachariah finds you. That's if I find you first."

"How comforting," Catty told her sarcastically.

Octavia: (in their heads) "In Heaven, I'm stronger. I can borrow power to bring you back. Down on Earth, I can't. Then I'll find Joshua, and he can take me to God. I'll see you soon."

Dean, Sam and Catty could no longer hear Octavia's voice. "Ava?"

They realized that Octavia was no longer in their heads, sighing.

Sam took a deep breath, turning to Dean and Catty. "So, what do you think?"

"I think we hit the yellow bricks, help Ava find this Joshua cat," Dean answered.

Catty looked at Dean in surprise. "Really?"

"What?" Dean asked. "You don't?"

"No, uh, I'm just surprised you do," Catty told him. "Last time I checked, you wanted to break God's nose. Now you think He can help?"

"He's the only one who can," Dean told her. "I mean, come on, Cat. We are royally boned. So prayer? The last hope of a desperate man."

Dean, Sam and Catty walked out of the woods.

§  

Road

Dean, Sam and Catty were walking down the road.

§  

Day - House - Boy's Room

Dean, Sam and Catty appeared. Two little boys, wearing sneakers with one shoelace untied, T-shirts and flannel button-up, were sitting on the floor, playing with toy cars and a racetrack.

"Kind of trippy, right?" Catty asked.

"Yeah," Sam answered.

They looked around.

Dean realized who the two little boys were. "Wait a minute. I know who they are."

"Who?" Catty asked.

Dean looked at Sam. "They're us. That means..."

"We're home," Sam finished.

They heard Mary Winchester's voice. "Dean... Sammy..." Young Dean and Young Sam looked up. Catty, Sam and Dean turned around to face Mary. "Hey, guys. You hungry?"

Catty, Sam and Dean didn't know what to do.

§  

Winchesters Old House - Kitchen

Young Dean and Young Sam were sitting at the kitchen table. Mary was pouring them glasses of milk, giving them sandwiches. Young Dean and Young Sam looked at Mary, smiling.

"You want the crusts cut off?" Mary asked.

"Yeah," Young Dean answered. "I'd love that."

Sam, Catty and Dean stood nearby, watching.

"Guys, uh..." Sam trailed off. "We should... go. Keep looking for the road."

"Just--Just give us a minute, okay?" Catty asked.

"Catty..." Sam trailed off.

"Sam, please," Catty told him. "One minute."

Sam nodded reluctantly. Mary ruffled Young Sam and Young Dean's hair, walking away from the table. The phone rang. Young Sam and Young Dean turned to watch Mary walk toward the phone on the wall.

Mary answered. "Hello? No, John. We're not having this conversation again. Think about what? You've two boys at home and a baby girl."

"I remember this," Sam told them. "Mom and Dad were fighting, and then he moved out for a couple days."

"Dad always said they had the perfect marriage," Catty told them.

"It wasn't perfect until after she died," Sam told her.

Mary spoke into the phone. "Fine. Then don't. There's nothing more to talk about."

Mary hung up, turning away from the table, sniffing, trying not to cry.

"What happens next?" Catty asked.

Young Dean stood, walking toward Mary, wrapping his arms around her. "It's okay, Mom. Dad still loves you. I love you, too. I'll never leave you."

Sam watched sadly. Catty looked at them curiously.

Mary pulled away, placing a hand on either of Young Dean's cheeks. "You are my little angel." She smiled. "How about some pie?" She looked at Young Sam. Young Sam nodded. "Okay."

Mary walked away. Catty looked at Dean, shaking her head sadly.

"What?" Dean asked.

"I just never realized how long you've been cleaning up Dad's messes," Catty answered.

Dean frowned. "Whatever. Let's keep moving."

They looked around the house, opening cupboards and drawers.

Sam found a postcard that said Route 66. "I've seen this somewhere before."

Dean and Catty looked at Sam. "Where?"

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Route 66 - Shack

Sam, Dean and Catty were a shack, seeing a wall covered with postcards all from along Route 66.

"Where are we?" Catty asked.

"No way," Sam told them. A golden retriever walked in. Sam knelt next to him excitedly. "Bones! Hey, come here. Come here." Dean and Catty looked at them curiously in confusion. "Hey, hey, hey, hey..."

"Bones?" Catty asked.

"Yeah," Sam answered. "Bones was my dog. Hey."

Sam stood, walking toward a cheap coffee table, opening up a pizza box.

"Your--your dog?" Dean repeated.

"Yeah," Sam answered, sitting on the couch, pulling pizza out of the box.

Bones was right beside him, tail wagging.

Dean looked around, not happy. "Is this Flagstaff?"

"Yeah," Sam answered, petting Bones. "Hey, boy."

"This is a good memory for you?" Dean asked.

Sam laughed. "Yeah, I mean, I was on my own for two weeks. I lived on Funyuns and Mr. Pibb."

Sam fed Bones some of his pizza.

"Wow," Dean told him, unimpressed.

"What?" Sam asked.

"Well, you don't remember, do you?" Dean asked. "You ran away on my watch. Catty and I looked everywhere for you. We thought you were dead. And when Dad came home..."

"Dean, come on," Catty told him.

Dean looked at Catty, turning away.

Sam looked at Dean and Catty guiltily. "Guys, look, I'm sorry. I never thought about it like that."

"Don't worry about it," Catty told him. She looked between them. "Let's roll."

Dean strode out of the room, leaving. Sam gave Bones a final treat, standing. Bones followed Sam.

Sam knelt in front of Bones a last pet. "Stay. Bones-y. Stay."

Catty walked out of the door. Sam followed.

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Night - Outside

Dean had walked outside into the daylight, but when Sam and Catty walked outside, it was night. They saw Dean in the middle of the street across from an old house with a wrap-around porch, walking toward him. When they turned to look at the shack they had just left, it was gone. Sam obviously remembered where they were.

It looked familiar to Catty, but she couldn't put her finger on it. "What memory is this?"

"No idea," Sam told them, obviously lying. "All right, come on, guys. Road. Ava. Remember?"

"Wait a minute," Catty told them. "Wait a minute. This?" She looked at Sam. "This is the night you ditched us for Stanford, isn't it?"

Sam didn't answer.

"Wow," Dean told him, laughing without humor, turning away from them. "This was one of the worst nights of my life." He turned to face them, looking at Sam. "Seriously? I mean, this is a happy memory for you?"

"I don't know," Sam told them. "I mean, I was on my own. I finally got away from Dad."

Dean turned away. "Yeah, he wasn't the only one you got away from."

"Dean, I'm sorry," Sam told him. "I just, uh..."

"I know," Dean told him. "You didn't--You didn't think of it like that."

"Dean," Catty told him, trying to stop the fight before it started.

"Come on," Dean told her. "Sam's Heaven is somebody else's Thanksgiving. Okay, it's bailing on his family. What do you want me to say, Catty?"

"I just don't look at family the way you do," Sam told him.

"Yeah, but we're your family," Dean told him.

"I know," Sam told him guiltily.

"I mean, we're supposed to be a team," Dean told them. "It's supposed to be us against the world, right?"

"Dean, it is," Sam told him.

Dean hesitated. "Is it?"

Sam looked hurt.

Catty gave Dean a look. "Shut up." She looked at Sam. "Both of you." She looked between them. "We're in Heaven, for crying out loud, and you two still can't stop fighting?" They didn't answer. The searchlight appeared in the sky above them, shining over them, making them look up. "Go, go!"

They ran toward the trees at the side of the road.

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Woods

Sam, Dean and Catty were running into the cover of the woods to stay hidden from the searchlight, jumping over a log, ducking behind it, hiding, breathing heavily.

They heard Zachariah's voice behind them. "Wow. Running from Angels. On foot. In Heaven. With out-of-the-box thinking like that, I'm surprised you guys haven't stopped the Apocalypse already." He snapped his fingers. The night sky turned to daylight. "Guys, what's the problem? I just want to send you back to Earth, that's all." Sam, Dean and Catty peeked over the log to see Zachariah standing a few yards away with his back to them. "I mean, that is, after I tear you a cosmos of new ones. You're on my turf now. And by the time I'm through with you, you're going to begging to say yes." Sam, Dean and Catty stood, taking off running, as fast as they could to get away from Zachariah, staying close and staying fast. Zachariah appeared in front of them, making them stop. "Guys, come on. You can run, but you can't run."

Sam, Dean and Catty turned around, running back the way they had come, just as fast as before.

A slim figure in a colorful mask and a gold cape made us stop a big distance away, lifting one finger to his mouth, silently telling them to be quiet. "Shh." He gestured for them to follow him. "Hurry! This way."

The man led them to a small wooden shack, writing some symbols on the rusted door, opening it, running inside. Sam, Dean and Catty followed him inside.

§  

Shack

The man closed the door behind them, locking it.

"Wait," Sam told him. "Who are you?"

The room was much bigger than it should have been, and even while in the dark, they could see tables and chairs visible in the light from windows on the far side.

The man pulled off his mask and his cape to reveal a face that we knew but hadn't seen in years since before the day he died. "Buenos dias, bitches."

Catty looked at him in shock. "Ash?"

Ash clapped his hands twice, making the lights come on, raising his arms in a shrug. "Welcome to my Blue Heaven."

Sam, Dean and Catty looked around in shock. They were in Harvelle's Roadhouse. Catty smiled.

§  

Road

Octavia was looking for Sam, Dean and Catty, walking down the road.

§  

Garden

Octavia found herself in the Garden, looking around in confusion.

She heard a man's voice behind her. "Octavia."

Octavia turned to face the Angel behind her. "Joshua."

"I've been waiting for you, actually," Joshua told her. "Waiting for you to realize that the Angels never thought you could find Him. Waiting for you to realize they were never planning to give you a second chance. That's why I brought you here myself."

"Thank you, but I've known that for a long time," Octavia told him. "So, you talk to our father?"

"Mostly, He talks to me," Joshua answered.

"Well, I need to speak to Him," Octavia told him. "It's important. Where is He?"

"On Earth," Joshua answered.

"Doing what?" Octavia asked.

"I don't know," Joshua told her.

"Do you know where on Earth?" Octavia asked.

"No," Joshua answered. "We don't exactly speak face to face. Like you were speaking to Sam, Dean and Catty Winchester, Ness and Bobby Singer, and Castiel."

Octavia took a deep breath, but didn't bother to deny it, looking away. "I... I don't get it. God's not talking to anybody, so..."

"Why's He talking to me?" Joshua finished. Octavia looked at him, nodding. "I sometimes think it's because I can sympathize, gardener to gardener. And, between us, I think he gets lonely."

Octavia nodded barely. "Well, my heart's breaking for Him." She took a breath. "Well, can you at least get Him a message for me?"

"Actually, He has a message for you, Octavia," Joshua told her. "Stop looking."

"What?" Octavia asked.

"He knows already," Joshua told her. "Everything you want to tell Him. Everything that Angels want you to do. Everything you've been doing to spite them. He knows what the Angels are doing. He knows that the Apocalypse has begun. He just doesn't think it's His problem."

Octavia raised her eyebrows. "Not His problem?"

"God saved you and your friend already," Joshua told her. "He brought you back, and He brought back Castiel. He granted you salvation in Heaven, Octavia. He says that it is okay not to want what the other Angels want, and it is okay to... reveal that to the others. It's more than He's intervened in a long time. He's finished. Magic amulet or not, you won't be able to find Him."

"Be He can stop it," Octavia told him. "He can stop all of it."

"I suppose He could, but He won't," Joshua told her.

"Why not?" Octavia asked.

"Why does He allow evil in the first place?" Joshua replied. "You could drive yourself nuts asking questions like that. I know how important this was to you, Octavia. I'm sorry."

Octavia shook her head in disappointment. "Forget it. I wasn't trying to find Him for the Angels. I was trying to find Him to try to do the right thing."

"I know that," Joshua told her. "And so does He."

"And He doesn't care," Octavia told him. "It's fine. I'll make it through. I always have."

"Except, you don't know if you can, this time, Octavia," Joshua told her. "You can't kill the Devil, and you're losing faith, in yourself, in the other Angels, and now this? God was your last hope. I just... I wish I could tell you something different."

"How do I know you're telling the truth?" Octavia asked.

"You think that I would lie?" Joshua asked.

"I think a lot of Angels would lie to find out the truth about what I've really been doing since the Apocalypse started," Octavia told him.

"I'm rooting for you, Octavia, and your friends," Joshua told her. "I wish I could do more to help you. I do. But... I just trim the hedges. The rest is up to you. Whether you want to rebel openly, and help them stop the Apocalypse, or to continue doing your thing in secret, as you have been so good at doing as of late. So far, the only ones that know the truth is God and me. Whether all of them find out, that's up to you. It's your choice."

Octavia looked down, thinking for a long moment. She looked as if she already knew what her choice would be.

§  

Roadhouse

(Song:) What a Way to Go - Jesse Turnbow

The music played on the jukebox.

Catty looked around, smiling. "Good God, the Roadhouse. It even smells the same."

Ash picked up his cape and mask. "Bud, blood and beer nuts. It's the best smell in the world." He walked behind the bar, snapping his fingers. "How about a cold one? Up here? No hangover."

Sam, Dean and Catty walked closer, sitting on the bar stools across from Ash.

"So, no offense..." Sam trailed off.

"How did a dirt bag like me end up in a place like this?" Ash finished. "I've been saved, man. I was my congregation's number one snake handler."

Sam smiled. "And you said this was your Heaven?"

"Yep," Ash answered. "My own... personal..."

Ash drank his beer, burping.

"And when the Angels jumped us?" Catty asked. "We were..."

"In your Heaven," Ash answered.

"So, Octavia was right about there being a hundred billion Heavens," Catty told them. "Which is why it's taking her forever to find us."

"Yeah," Ash answered. "Actually, it's your friend Octavia/Ava that is the reason that I was able to move between Heavens, able to find you guys, trying to help her. Ava's a cool chick to have on your side. So, no worries, it'll take those Angel boys a minute to catch up."

"What?" Dean asked, completely confused.

"See, you gotta stop thinking of Heaven as one place," Ash told them. "It's more like a butt-load of places all crammed together. Like Disneyland except without all the anti-Semitism."

Sam, Dean and Catty looked at Ash in confusion.

"Disneyland?" Catty repeated.

"Mm-hmm," Ash answered. "Yeah. See, you got Winchesterland." He gestured around the bar. "Ashland." He pointed all around outside the bar. "A whole mess of everybody-else-lands. Put them all together, Heaven. Right? At the center of it all? Is the Magic Kingdom. The Garden."

"So everybody gets a little slice of paradise?" Dean asked.

"Pretty much," Ash answered. "A few people share... special cases. What not."

"What do you mean, 'special'?" Dean asked.

"Aw, you know," Ash told them. "Like, uh, soul-mates. Anyway, most people can't leave their own private Idaho's."

Catty smirked. "But you ain't most people."

"Nope," Ash answered. "They ain't got my skills. Plus, like I said, your friend Octavia's been a big help. Hell, I've been all over Johnny Cash, Andre the Giant." He looked at Sam. "Einstein. Sam, that man can mix a White Russian. Hell, the other day? I found Mallanaga Vatsyayana."

"Who?" Sam asked.

"He wrote the Kama Sutra," Ash told them. "Huh, that boy's Heaven? Ah, sweaty. Confusing."

"All this from a guy who used to sleep on a pool table just to get woken up by Ness the first time we met you," Dean told him.

"Yeah," Ash agreed. "Now that I'm dead, I'm living man, a whole lot more."

"So how'd you find us before Ava did, if Ava's the reason you've been able to figure out how to move between Heavens?" Sam asked.

"Octavia helped me rig up my very own..." Ash trailed off, pulling a laptop up from under the bar. "Holy-rolling police scanner." He turned it down, displaying a mess of sound graphs making an annoying piercing sound. "That's Angels blabbing Enochian, okay? Octavia was lending me access to the Angel Radio in her head, and Octavia helped me translate it." He turned it off, putting it back under the counter. "Octavia told me that you were up, and telling me that she was on the down low 'cause of all the other Angels and with Joshua looking for her... Of course Octavia and I had to come find you. Again."

"Again?" Catty repeated in surprise.

"This ain't the first time here," Ash told them. "I mean, you guys die more than anyone I've ever met."

"Really?" Catty asked.

Ash realized why they looked so confused. "Ah, yeah... You don't remember. God. Other Angels aside of Octavia. Must've Windexed your brain."

"So, uh..." Sam trailed off. "I mean, have you found anybody else? Ellen and Jo?"

Ash looked at them in shock. "Ellen and Jo are dead?"

Dean didn't answer, looking upset. Sam looked down sadly. Ash looked at Catty.

Catty looked at Ash guility, sadly. "Uh, yeah. Yeah. A few months now. I'm sorry."

Ash took a minute to compose himself. "Um, hmm. Uh, they went down fighting?"

Catty nodded. "Yeah. Till the end."

"Yeah, a lot of good it did," Dean told them bitterly. 

"What about Ness?" Ash asked.

"Yeah, she's fine," Dean answered. "Ness took all of your deaths pretty hard, though."

"Yeah, well, we've known Ness for over a decade," Ash told them. "Figures she would."

Dean nodded. "Yeah. Doesn't help with what happened with her mom recently."

"Her mom's dead," Ash told them.

"Well, she came back as a Zombie, and Ness had to kill her," Sam explained.

Ash nodded slowly in confusion. "Ness' life is as confusion as your guys'."

Dean sighed. "You're telling me. How about our folks?"

"I've been looking all over for John Winchester," Ash told them. "Mary, too, but so far, nada. I'm sorry. But, hey. There is somebody that wants to jaw with you."

Ash walked out of the bar, going into the back room that used to be his. There were symbols on it like the ones he chalked onto the door of the shack. Ash walked in with Pamela Barnes, completely healed, with her eyes intact.

Sam, Dean and Catty looked at Pamela with happy surprise.

"Pamela!" Sam told her.

"Nice to see you guys again," Pamela told them.

Ash faked a shiver. "Ooh."

§  

Later

Ash, Dean and Sam were sitting at the bar. Ash was working the laptop.

"So, this is how Ava helped you get around up here?" Sam asked.

"Hmm, more or less," Ash answered. "It's awesome to finally have an application--a practical application--for string theory. Thank God for Octavia, right?"

Sam chuckled. "Yeah. Yeah, thank God for Ava."

Pamela and Catty were sitting at a nearby table.

"So..." Catty trailed off.

"So..." Pamela trailed off, hitting Catty on the back of her head lightly. "That's for getting me killed."

"Yeah," Catty told her. "That's... probably less than we deserve. If it makes you feel any better, we got Ash killed, too."

Ash raised his hand in a rock salute. "I'm cool with it."

Ash snapped his fingers, lowering his arm to his side.

Catty smiled, looking at Pamela. "He's cool with it. So, you... you good?"

"I'm good," Pamela answered. "Really. Remember my death scene? Gut shot. Coughing blood. You told me I was going someplace better."

"I was lying," Catty told her.

"You were right," Pamela told her. "My Heaven? It is one long show at the Meadowlands. It's amazing. You guys should see it."

Catty nodded. "Yeah."

"You don't believe me," Pamela told her.

"No, I do," Catty told her. "It's just, you know... Spending eternity trapped in your own little universe while the Angels run the show, that's lonely. You know, that's not Nirvana. That's the Matrix."

"I don't know," Pamela told her. "Attic's still better than the basement."

"Yeah, but..." Catty trailed off. "You know, this place feels real, but it's Memorex. Real is down there."

"Yeah, well, close enough," Pamela told her. "Look, Catty, I'm happy. I'm at peace."

"What?" Catty asked. "Are you trying to sell me a time share? I mean, what's with the pitch?"

Pamela chuckled. "I know that Michael wants to take you out for a test drive."

"Pamela..." Catty trailed off.

"Just saying," Pamela told her. "What happens if you play ball with them? Worst case."

"A lot of people die," Catty answered.

"And then they come here," Pamela told her. "Is that really so bad? And I also know what the Angels are doing to you in your dreams to try to make you break and say yes, but you, being you, are just too stubborn, even with all this pain and exhaustion that you can't escape." Catty smirked barely. "Look. Maybe... you don't have to fight it so hard. That's all I'm trying to say."

Catty opened her mouth to reply. Sam, Dean and Ash turned to face them.

"Hey," Dean told them. "Found a short cut to Ava."

Ash gave them a thumbs up. Catty returned the gesture.

Ash smiled. "Oh, yeah."

(Song Ends)

§  

Later

Underneath a "Come In, We're Open" sigh, Ash drew another Sigil. It was different than the others. "All Access Pass, straight to Octavia instead of having to risk her outing herself to the Angels in the process of finding you."

"Yeah, but if you found us, then she would know where we're at, right?" Sam asked. "What's keeping her?"

"Ava might've got held up," Catty told them.

"Yeah, and/or caught and killed," Dean told them. "Again."

"That's not funny," Sam told him.

"That Zachariah fella's going to be watching every road to the Garden, or to specific Angels, like our very own Sydney Bristow," Ash told them, embracing Sam and Dean. "Watch your ass." Sam nodded, walking away. "And Catty." Catty smiled, going in for a hug. Ash pulled Catty into a kiss for a long moment, surprising her, pulling away. "Yep. Just how I imagined."

Catty smirked. "And how long you wanted to do that?"

"Since before the day I died," Ash answered. Catty smiled. Ash turned to finishing his formula, standing up. "Ah, guys. Be careful, and tell Octavia to be careful, too. And I don't mean to be a downer or anything, but... I'm sure I'll see you again soon."

Dean looked at Pamela, winking. Pamela smiled.

Dean looked at Ash. "Well, keep a sixer on ice for us."

Ash nodded. "Yeah."

Ash opened the door for them. Sam, Dean and Catty walked outside.

§  

Winchester Old Home - Living Room

Sam, Dean and Catty walked into the room. It was dark, empty and kind of spooky. A train's whistle could be heard in the background.

"What the..." Dean trailed off. "Why we back home?"

"I don't know," Sam told them. "So what are we going to do?"

"Keep looking for the road again, I guess," Catty answered.

Mary appeared, in her nightgown, the same one she had been wearing the night she had been killed. "Honey. Why are you up?"

"Look, I'm--I'm sorry," Dean told her. "I love you, but you're not real, and we don't have time--"

"Did you have another nightmare?" Mary asked. "Tell me."

"I gotta go," Dean told her.

Mary wasn't looking at Sam or Dean. She was looking at Catty.

"Guys..." Catty trailed off.

Mary walked closer. "Then how about I tell you my nightmare, Catty? The night I burned."

As they watched, blood gathered on the nightgown above Mary's belly.

"Dean, Catty, let's get out of here," Sam told them shakily.

They turned to leave.

"Don't you walk away from me," Mary told them. They stopped. Sam and Dean looked at Mary. Catty couldn't look at her. Mary turned Catty to face her, making her look at her. "I never loved you. You were my burden. I was shackled to you. I tried to save you. Look what it got me."

Mary blinked, her eyes turning completely white (like Lilith and Alastair.)

§  

Mary was still looking at Catty with her completely white eyes, forcing Catty to look at her white eyes. Catty was frozen, devastated.

"Catty," Sam told her. "Cat, look at us."

Catty forced herself to look at Sam and Dean. The lights in the house changed color, taking on an unhealthy green hue. The room changed around them. The doors were gone, leaving them trapped.

Mary blinked, her eyes still completely white. "The worst was the smell. The pain, well... What can you say about your skin bubbling off? But the smell was so... You know, for a second, I thought I'd left a pot roast burning in the oven. But... it was my meat." Dean walked toward the wall, investigating where the doorway used to be. It was bricked over. "And then, finally, I was dead. The one silver lining was that at least I was away from you." Mary took a deep breath. "Everybody leaves you, Catty. You noticed? Mommy. Daddy. Sam and Dean, Ness, Bobby. Even Castiel and Octavia." Catty tried to pull her arms out of Mary's grip, upset, but she held tighter. "You ever ask yourself why? Maybe it's not them. Maybe it's you." Mary chuckled, smiling evilly. "The white eyes remind you of anything, Catty? They remind you of Hell, don't they? They remind you of him."

Catty looked away. Sam and Dean were angry at Zachariah, the cause of the hallucination, hurting their sister like this by using their mother.

Zachariah walked in behind Mary. "Easy now, kitten."

Sam looked at Zachariah accusingly. "You did this."

"And I'm just getting started," Zachariah told them. "I mean, guys. Did you really think you could just sneak past me?"

Catty pulled her arms out of Mary's grasp angrily, looking at Zachariah hatefully. Zachariah smirked.

"You son of a bitch," Sam told him angrily.

Three very large Angel men appeared behind Sam, Dean and Catty, holding them in place, restraining them easily. Zachariah walked toward Catty and the Angel restraining her, standing in front of Catty, looking at her expressionlessly. Catty glared at Zachariah, struggling against the Angel restraining her. Zachariah stood next to them, to the side, pulling Catty's hair back, kissing her neck. Uncomfortable beyond compare at his attempt to break her down by bringing up memories, Catty started to struggle to no avail, trying not to show a reaction so they couldn't get satisfaction.

"What's the matter, Catty?" Zachariah asked. "Bringing back memories from Hell? Your dreams? If Mommy Dearest telling you that she never loved you didn't do it for you, perhaps you'd like to see a different familiar face." Catty glared at him, struggling uselessly. Zachariah trailed his fingers down Catty's arm, making her cringe back. Sam and Dean saw Catty's reaction, struggling uselessly, angrily protective. Zachariah spoke in Catty's ear. "You ready to say yes yet?"

Catty glared forward. "No way. You give me nightmares of Hell memories? So what? I'm not gonna break and give you what you want."

Zachariah took Catty's chin, making her look at him. "We'll see about that. You're near the breaking point, Catty. It does no good to lie to yourself, or to me." Catty jerked her head away angrily. Zachariah slid a hand along her skin to make her recoil away from him instinctively. "The mere touch bringing your instincts to tense in fear of what could come again. Dreams were just the beginning. How does it feel to relive it in reality?" Catty didn't answer, glaring hatefully, trying her hardest not to show weakness. "You don't have to take it like you had no choice but to downstairs. You can end it all by saying a three letter word."

"I know a three word phrase," Catty told him. "'Go to Hell'."

Zachariah angrily pulled on Catty's hair to make her look up at him, making her groan in pain and struggle. Catty glared, trying to remain expressionless.

"Touch her again, and I will destroy you," Dean told him furiously.

Zachariah chuckled. "It is adorable how protective your brothers are of you."

"You can gloat all you want, you dick," Dean told him. "You're still bald."

"In Heaven, I have six wings and four faces, one of whom is a lion," Zachariah told them. "You see this because you're..." He slid a hand down Catty's cheek. "Limited."  Catty struggled against the Angel restraining her uselessly, glaring at Zachariah. "Let's brass track this, shall we?"

"You gonna ball-gag us until they say yes?" Dean asked. "Huh? Yeah, we've heard that one, too."

Zachariah stepped toward Dean, punching him in the stomach, making him lean forward with a groan of pain. "I'm going to do a lot more than that. I've cleared my schedule. Get him up." The Angel holding Dean pulled him up. Zachariah punched him again. Sam and Catty struggled against the Angels holding them. "Let me tell you something. I was on the fast track once. Employee of the month, every month, forever. I would walk these halls and people would avert their eyes." The house rumbled, shaking. "I had respect! And then they assigned me you. Now look at me." Zachariah chuckled without humor. "I can't close the deal on a couple of flannel-wearing maggots? Everybody's laughing at me, and they're right to do it. So, say yes, don't say yes. I'm still going to take it out of your asses. It's personal now, and the last person in the history of creation you want as your enemy is me. And I'll tell you why. Lucifer may be strong, but I'm petty. I'm going to be the Angel on your shoulder for the rest of eternity."

Octavia leaned against the wall. "You never shut up, do you, Zachariah? You are so full of yourself. If you think that doing what you're doing to Sam and Dean, and especially Catty, makes you any better than any Demon or Lucifer himself, you are wrong, you cruel as hell son of a bitch."

Sam, Dean, Catty and the four Angels looked at Octavia in surprise.

Sam sighed in relief. "Ava."

"Excuse me?" Zachariah asked.

"Bad timing, I know," Octavia told him. "But I've been doing all untold bad things lately, in secret, of course. But then I thought, 'What the hell?' Now look at me. You want to whine about being shunned because you can't start the end of times? I actually want to stop it." She tilted her head. "If you want to find God..." She slammed her bleeding hand over a hidden Angel Banishing Sigil, making Zachariah and the three other Angels disappear with a violent flash of bright white light. "Find Him yourself."

Octavia pushed away from the wall, walking toward Sam, Dean and Catty.

"Very subtle, Ava," Dean told her sarcastically. "Not like your usual work. What happened to being the inside man?"

"I don't care anymore," Octavia told them. "I'm already exposed. So, now I can help you guys with the big things without fearing exposure."

"What took you so long?" Sam asked.

"I was talking to Joshua," Octavia answered.

"You found him before you found us?" Dean asked.

"He found me before I found you," Octavia answered.

Sam slowly nodded. "What did he say? Did he tell you anything about God?"

Octavia hesitated, looking down, tilting her head. "He doesn't care, either. He's the reason that I don't."

Sam, Dean and Catty processed.

"So, what now?" Catty asked.

"I take you home," Octavia answered. "This time won't be like the lasts. This time..." She raised her hands toward them. "You'll remember."

Bright white light emanated from Octavia's hands, surrounding all of them.

§  

Motel Room

The sound of a tractor-trailer accelerating was heard. Dean and Sam were lying on their beds, lifeless. Catty was lying on the floor, lifeless. A whooshing sound was heard. Sam gasped alive, sitting up in shock, breathing heavily. A whooshing sound was heard. Catty gasped alive, sitting up in shock, breathing heavily. A whooshing sound was heard. Dean gasped alive, sitting up in shock, breathing heavily. Catty coughed, feeling toward her head, but there was no bullet wound. She looked herself over, realizing that her pajamas were completely fine, sighing in slight relief. Sam and Dean looked at Catty worriedly, going over everything that had happened with Zachariah.

"You all right?" Sam asked.

"Define all right," Catty told them, standing, walking into her side of the room, toward the bedside table, picking up her cell phone, dialing a number.

Sam and Dean watched her in concern.

§  

Day Two

Morning - Motel Room

Sam, Dean and Catty were packing up. Castiel was here, looking lost and without hope. Octavia was leaning against the divider between their rooms.

Castiel hesitated. "Ava... Maybe Joshua was lying."

They looked at Castiel.

"I don't think he was, Cas," Octavia told him. "I'm sorry."

Octavia sighed.

Castiel walked into the entryway, looking up toward the ceiling, as if looking at God. "You son of a bitch. I believed in..."

Catty looked as if she wanted to help, but she didn't know what to do. "Cas..."

Castiel searched above for any sign, anything. There was nothing. 

Octavia hesitated, looking down, sighing, pushing away from the divider, pulling out Catty's Amulet. "I don't need this anymore." She tossed it to Catty. Catty caught it. "It's worthless."

Octavia turned away.

"Cas, Ava," Sam told them. "Wait."

They heard the sound of wings that meant Castiel and Octavia had disappeared. Dean tossed his shirt on the bed angrily. Catty hadn't looked up from the amulet in her hand.

"We'll find another way," Sam told them. "We can still stop all this."

Catty looked up. "How?"

"I don't know, but we'll find it," Sam told them. "The three of us, we'll find it."

Catty looked as if she didn't know if she believed him, picking up her bag, walking into their side of the room, walking past Sam and Dean without saying anything, not even looking at them, pausing at the door, looking at the amulet, pulling it around her neck, opening the door, walking out of the room, leaving. Sam and Dean watched her go. They exchanged a concerned look, for each other, for Castiel and Octavia, for Ness and Catty, and for each other.