Sam: Okay, listen. Jack is all right. You don't need to worry.
Rowena: Oh, I wouldn't say worried. More curious. Speaking of which, I'm also curious as to how your brother is managing to keep an archangel locked away inside his mind.
Sam: Because he's Dean. And Dean is Dean. He's fine.
Rowena: For how long?
Sam: We're working on it, Rowena, another way to -- to keep Michael locked up or -- or kill him -- But? But, for now, staying busy is good. For all of us.
Castiel: Hey, Dean?
Dean: I'm fine.
Castiel: What you're doing, even just sitting here and having a cup of coffee, is a Herculean feat. I can't imagine the willpower it's taking to keep Michael imprisoned. Are you really fine?
Dean: I don't know, Cass. But that's what I'm supposed to say, right? "I'm fine," keep on moving? That's what we all say.
Castiel: No, Dean.
Dean: Okay. There's this pounding in my head. It never stops. Michael's in there, and he is fighting hard to get out. And I can't let my guard down not for a second. I'm barely even sleeping.
Castiel: Well, that's not sustainable.
Dean: No. No. It's probably not. But no point in complaining about it. It's on me.
Castiel: No. It's on us. We are here to help you.
Dean: I know. I know that. And I appreciate that. I do. Look, before the kid gets back -- I know I agreed to give you guys time.
Castiel: Hey, Dean, and we will find a solution.
Dean: Okay. But if -- if you don't we still have Plan B.
Castiel: Dean, come on.
Dean: Coffin. Ocean. Done.
Castiel: Are you all right?
Jack: I'm fine.
Dean: Hey, see? Look at that. Everybody's fine.
Dean: A note?
Officer: Yeah. It's made out to some guy named Dean.
Dean: Can I see that? Thank you. Excuse me.
Castiel: What does it say?
Dean: "Dean, I see you standing alone by the truck reading this note. "I see you and the tall man and the red-headed witch chasing me. I will always see you. Stop, or I will make you stop. Regards, Noah." I'm on a first-name basis with some psycho pen pal. That's aces.
Castiel: Somehow he knows you. But you're not standing alone. Why doesn't he mention me?
Dean: Maybe you're not his type.
Jack: I hate seeing him like that. But he's gonna be okay, right? I mean, it's Dean. It was a fight. It was -- It was just a fight.
Castiel: Every time we go out, there's always a risk.
Jack: I-I can't think about losing him or Sam or you. I just... I hate ...I hate thinking about it.
Castiel: Yeah. So do I. But, Jack you know, Sam and Dean, they're human, and they're very extraordinary, brave, special humans, but they're still humans. And humans burn bright, but for a very brief time compared to, you know, things like us. And eventually, they're gone, even the very best ones, and we have to carry on. It's just ...It's part of growing up.
Jack: Losing people?
Jack: What's the point?
Castiel: The point?
Jack: What's the point of being a cosmic being if everyone I care about is just gonna leave?
Castiel: The point is that they were here at all and you got to know them, you. When they're gone, it will hurt, but that hurt will remind you of how much you loved them.
Jack: That sounds awful.
Castiel: It is. But it's also living. So when Dean wakes up and he will wake up... we just have to remember to appreciate the time that we all have together now.
Dean: Where is he?! Where is he?!
Sam: No, wait! Dean! Dean! No! Stop! Dean, stop it! It's ...It's me! You're in the bunker!
Dean: I know where I am! That's not...
Dean: He's gone. Michael. He's gone.
Dean: This is my fault. I let my guard down. This is my fault.
Castiel: No, Dean...
Dean: I told you! I told you to let me take that coffin ride to the bottom of the ocean!
Jack: I'm not a child! I'm the son of Lucifer. I'm a Hunter. I am a Winchester!
Castiel: Jack! No!