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126. THE PROPHET

"That's a lot of fuss over a caveman Lego." Dean says after putting the chunk of clay that Dick wanted on the table.

"Yeah. Well, whatever Dick wants is bricked up inside that." Sam says.

"All right." Dean gets some safety goggles and a mallet out of the tool box. He hands goggles to the other three who put them on and Dean puts his own on. Dean hits the clay once and thunder claps.

As Dean continues to hit the piece of clay, the thunder and lightening continue.

"That sound like somebody saying, "No, wait, stop," to you?" Dean asks.

"Uh... yeah. Yeah." Sam nods as Libby leans against him, covering her ears.

"Yeah. Oh, well." Dean shrugs before continuing to hit the clay multiple times. After getting it broken up, Dean picks up a stone tablet that was in it.

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The Winchesters get to the hospital after Meg called and told them that Cas is awake.

"We raced all the way here, and now I don't know. I can't say I'm fired up to see what's left of the guy." Dean says as they walk down the hall to Cas' room.

"You think he remembers at all?" Sam asks.

"That, and I'm guessing whatever kind of hell baggage he lifted off of your plate. It's not gonna be pretty." Dean says.

"Hey. Excuse me, gentlemen, kids, but it's way past visiting hours." An orderly says.

"It's okay, Abel. I've been expecting them." Meg says. "Hello, boys, midgets." She leads them into Cas' room.

"Hey, Cas." Dean greets who is staring out the window. Cas turns to them.

"Hello, Dean. Sam, Libby, Ophelia."

"Hi." Libby grins and waves at him, happy to see him at least looking okay.

"Hi, Cas." Ophelia softly smiles.

"Hey, Castiel." Sam greets.

"Look at you, walkin' and talkin'. That's--that's great, right?" Dean asks. Cas walks over and holds a finger out to him.

"Pull my finger." Cas demands.

"What?" Dean asks.

"My finger -- pull it." Cas says. Dean hesitates, but pulls Cas' finger. The lights go out, the light fixtures shattering. Sam flinches a bit, quickly putting his hands on Libby's head to protect her.

Cas laughs.

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Meg turns a lamp on.

"Okay, just hang on, Cas. Wait. Let us catch up to you for a second." Dean says.

"So, you're saying you remember who you are, what you are?" Sam asks.

"Yes. Of course. Oh. Outside today, in the garden, I followed a honeybee. I saw the route of flowers. It's all right there, the whole plan. There's nothing to add." Cas says.

"You might want to add a little Thorazine." Sam says.

"Right? He's been like the naked guy at the rave ever since he woke up. Totally useless." Meg says.

"That's mean." Libby frowns.

"Will you look at her? My caretaker. All of that thorny pain. So beautiful." Cas says, looking at Meg.

"We've been over this. I don't like poetry. Put up or shut up." Meg says.

"Okay. So, Cas, you said you woke up last night?" Sam asks.