Anthem of the Angels

05. Byzantium

BUNKER - JACK'S ROOM

Sam, Castiel and Dean waited by Jack's bedside. Jack tried to sit up.

"Hey, hey, hey, it's all right. Take -- Take it easy. Take it easy. It's all right. It's all right," Sam said.

"Please don't be sad. Maybe -- Maybe this is how things are supposed to be," Jack told them.

"Don't give me that "meant to be" crap. This isn't part of some damn plan," Dean replied.

"Dean..." Castiel began.

Jack coughed again, breathing oxygen with a mask, and Dean left the room, upset. Castiel followed.

"Can you tell him... it's okay?" Jack asked.

"Tell them yourself. He'll be back in a minute," Sam replied.

"Sam... what happens next... for someone like me?"

"I don't know."

"Then it's gonna be an adventure."

HALLWAY

Dean had stopped to brood when Castiel caught up to him.

"Dean," Castiel called.

"I can't. It's not right, Cas, you know? It's just -- It's not-" Dean trailed.

"What? It's not fair? I know that. But he needs you."

"Yeah, I know, Cas. But-"

Dean and Castiel returned to Jack's room, but they were too late.

"He's gone," Sam told them.

Castiel, Dean and Sam lingered in the hallway outside Jack's room.

"Maybe we should... start thinking about next steps," Castiel suggested.

"Wake and a bonfire, hunter style. It's what Jack would've wanted," Dean said.

Sam said nothing and stormed off. Castiel tried to stop him, but Dean stopped her with a hand on his arm.

"Sam," Castiel called, turning to Dean. "Your brother is in pain."

"Just let him be. If he need his space, we're gonna give it to him."

Dean walked the halls alone. He called Mary and got her voicemail. "This is Mary Winchester. You know the drill."

Castiel stood over Jack's bed and picked up Kelly's picture.

"Hey, Mom, it's me. Sorry to lay this on your voicemail, but, uh... it's Jack. He... He got sick, um, and he, uh-- h-he died... this morning. I would have called you sooner, but, um, it -- it happened so fast. And we thought we could fix it, you know like always. Anyway, Mom, I'm sorry. I know how much he meant to you and, uh, to all of us. Anyway, to tell you the truth, it would really be nice to hear your voice. If you could, uh, just call us back."

Sam packed a bag and left the bunker. Castiel saw him go, but didn't try to stop him.

Dean found Castiel moments later. "Hey, you seen Sam?"

Castiel drove and Dean rode shotgun, in Castiel's new truck.

"How could you just let him leave, honey? You saw what he was like," Dean said.

"Dean, you said to give him space," Castiel reminded him.

"Yeah, space, in the bunker, with us, not this."

"Dean, look."

They found Sam, sitting on the ground leaning against the back wheel of the Impala. Dean jumped out of the truck angrily while Sam stood. "Tell me you didn't make a deal."