Seven Bridges Road

LXV. The End

EXT. CENTURY HOTEL

A religious man stood outside the hotel with a handful of pamphlets. He addressed a passerby as the Impala drove up.

"Hi," the religious man greeted. "Good evening, brother. Is your soul rapture-ready?" The passerby ignored him. "Thank you, sir. God bless."

The religious man addressed two people passing while the Impala stopped in front of the hotel. "Good evening, folks. Is your soul rapture-ready? Because what I'd like to do is just show you exactly what God's love is for you." The two people ignored him. "Okay. God bless."

Dean and Johanna got out of the Impala and headed for the hotel.

The religious man addressed them. "Excuse me, friends, but have you two taken time out to think about God's plan for you both?"

Dean stopped and looked at him. "Too friggin' much, pal."

Johanna nodded. "Far too often."

Dean and Johanna entered the hotel and the religious man watched them go.

INT. HOTEL ROOM / EXT. ROAD

Dean and Johanna were on the phone with Castiel and Raziel.

"We're talking about the Colt, right?" Dean asked. "I mean, as in the Colt?"

"We are," Castiel replied.

Johanna frowned. "Well, that doesn't make any sense. I mean, why would the demons keep a gun around that, y'know, kills demons?"

A car went by Castiel. "What? What? Did Raziel and I - Raziel and I didn't - Raziel and I didn't get that."

Dean laughed. "You know, it's kind of funny. Talking to a couple messengers of God on a cell phone. It's, you know, like watching Hell's Angel riding a moped."

"This isn't funny, Dean, Johanna. The voice says I'm almost out of minutes."

Dean sighed. "Okay, all right. We-We're telling you, Cas, Eli, the mooks have melted down the gun by now."

"Well, Castiel and I hear differently," Raziel said. "And if it's true and if you two are still set on the insane task of killing the Devil, this is how we do it."

"Okay," Dean agreed. "Where do we start?"

"Where are you two now?"

"Kansas City," Johanna answered, leaning across Dean and the bed to grab their room key off the bedside table. "Century Hotel, room 113."

"We'll be there immediately," Castiel said.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa," Dean protested. "No, no, come on, man. We just drove 16 hours straight. We're human. And there's stuff we got to do."

"What stuff?"

"Eat, for example. In this case, sleep. We just need like four hours once in a while, okay?"

"Yes."

"Okay, so, you can pop in tomorrow morning."

"Yes. We'll just-" Dean hung up and Castiel heard the dial tone, "-wait here, then."

Castiel and Raziel stood at the side of the road.

INT. HOTEL ROOM

Dean and Johanna were in bed. His phone vibrated and he answered.

"Damn it, Cas, Eli, Josie and I need to sleep!" Dean yelled.

"Dean, it's me," Sam said. "Put Josie on the line."

"Sam? It's quarter past four."

"This is important. Put her on."

Dean shook Johanna awake and she glared at him, irritated. "It's Sam."