Based on the promos for the episode.
A cold, overcast sky and the lack of crewmembers running around gave the KM Motion Picture Studios an eerie and desolate air. “The spell didn’t work,” Sam said following his brother down one of the many narrow, brick lined ‘alleys’ on the studio’s back lot. “What are we going to do now Dean?”
“I don’t know Sam. It should’ve worked,” Dean replied, frustration staining his voice, “we duplicated Balthazar’s spell exactly.” The spell had spectacularly fizzled, they hadn’t seen hide nor hair of Balthazar since he sent them crashing into this crazy alternate reality, which he didn’t get at all, and Sam - Jared - was married to Ruby…of all people. What’s next? Bella’s my -Jensen’s- girlfriend?
“Except for the angel aspect of it. Maybe we…” his statement was cut off with a muffled yelp.
Dean turned around with a quizzical look on his face to find Sam with Virgil’s beefy hand over his mouth and his head yanked back tightly against the angel’s shoulder. The look on Dean’s face quickly turned to anger as he watched Virgil press the point of his angelic sword into his brother’s exposed throat. Sam’s knuckles turned white as he struggled to free himself from the angel’s unyielding grip.
“Where’s Balthazar?” Raphael’s assassin demanded.
Dean growled, “let him go!” his hands clenching into fists as he took a menacing step towards the angel.
Virgil pulled Sam’s head back further, the point of his sword pricking the younger man’s neck allowing a drop of blood to run down and discolor the collar of his shirt. “If you don’t tell me where Balthazar is I will slice his throat open from ear to ear.” Dean could see the fear in Sam’s eyes and heard the pained grunt as his neck and back were pulled back against the angel’s dark shoulder at an even more awkward angle.
“We don’t know where he is. We don’t even know where we are,” Dean gestured around wildly.
The drop of blood turned into a trickle as Virgil moved the sword point slowly along his hostage’s throat. “Where is he!” Sam stared at sky, tears of pain collected in his eyes as he tried to breathe as shallowly as possible.
“We don’t know!” Dean reiterated.
“Your brother,” Virgil cocked his head slightly at Sam, “will die if you don’t tell me where the traitor is.”
“I. Don’t. Know!”
The blade was suddenly dropped from Sam’s throat and thrust into his right side. “WHERE IS HE!” The angel’s hand stifling Sam’s surprised gasp.
Dean desperately yelled, “I DON’T KNOW!” Sam choked and his body shuddered uncontrollably as the sword was shoved to the hilt into his side, the point just breaking the skin of his lower back.
“Behind you,” a French tinged English accented voice quietly stated.
The feeling of cold steel invading his body assaulted his senses and churned his stomach. The numbing cold was replaced with agonizing fire when the blade was yanked out. His knees buckled and Sam barely heard Dean’s yell as he landed in a heap on the cold, wet ground. Pain engulfed his side, coloring everything a deep dark red. “SAM!” Dean rushed to his sibling’s side, kneeling down he rolled Sam onto his back and pressed his hands down on the wound muttering, “it’s okay Sam, you’re okay,” as blood quickly pooled under his kid brother.
“Stop Dean…please…hurts…please stop,” he cried, his body tensing at the pressure. Sam kicked his legs and grabbed a handful of Dean’s jacket, twisting it as his brother tried to staunch the flow of blood.
“Sammy you know I have to do this,” explained Dean, pulling off his blue shirt jacket and rolling it up into a ball, he pressed it down hard against the wound. Sam screamed and arched his back, gasping for air. ‘God I can’t lose him now, I just got him back,’ ran through Dean’s head as blinding flash of light lit up the alleyway.
“Get him up, we have to get moving,” Balthazar ordered as he rifled through Virgil’s clothing.
“He’ll bleed out if I move him,” the eldest Winchester brother growled back, “just beam us there damnit.”
“I’ll say this slowly so it’ll sink in, you hairless ape,” the rogue angel pulled Dean up by the collar and looked him in the eye, “we can only go back from our point of arrival. I barely have enough power as it is to accomplish this feat, so if I ‘beam us there’ as you say, I won’t have enough left to get all of us home,” he stared pointedly at Sam over Dean’s shoulder then back at the older brother, raising his eyebrows.
“Well how about healing him?” Balthazar glared at Dean, letting him go with a slight shove. “Okay fine, what about partially healing him then? Just enough so he doesn’t bleed to death on the trip back.”
Barely able to see Balthazar bending over him, Sam groaned through clenched teeth as the angel pressed down on his wound. An unpleasant feeling of a thousand ants crawling over and under his skin shot through him, followed by a warmth that did nothing to stop his shivering. Hazel eyes were barely visible when Dean pulled him to his feet, a pained grunt sounded as his arm was thrown over his brother’s strong shoulders and he was forced to walk.
“Sam don’t drag you feet, you’re to big and heavy to be dragged. The sooner we get back home the sooner you can get the good stuff.”
The blonde angel huffed at the brother’s slowness, Dean growled back and Sam watched his feet, concentrating on putting one foot in front of the other. Time passed and before he knew it Dean was leaning him against a doorway, telling him to stay vertical. Glancing up through sweat soaked bangs, Sam looked around the studio’s version of Bobby’s living room. “We there yet?” he asked tiredly.
Dean laughed, “not quite yet kiddo.” He pushed the old davenport out from in front of the picture window, giving them space to run while Balthazar mixed up the ingredients for the spell, “just stay awake for a little while longer okay?”
“Okay,” Sam answered, sounding all of five years old. He leaned back and stared up at the non-existent ceiling, wrapping his arms around his aching middle.
“Lets go Sam.” So focused on counting the overhead lighting rigs, Sam startled and almost passed out from the sudden increase of pain in his side. “Whoa dude!” Dean exclaimed, catching his brother before he could take a nose dive. “Didn’t mean to scare you.”
“D’n,” he turned a pale, sweaty face towards his brother, “don’ feel s’good.”
“I know Sam, but I need you to do one more thing for me and then we’ll get you hooked up to the good stuff, all right?” Sam nodded. “Finished Balthazar?” he asked looking over where the angel had been painting the final component of the spell on the window. “Okay, I need you to take Sam’s other arm…don’t look at me like that, your buddy did this to him.”
“Virgil was not my buddy,” he replied, frost practically dripping off his words. If looks could kill both Dean and Balthazar would be cooling corpses on the floor, as it was, they glared at each other until the angel deigned to pull Sam’s dangling arm over his shoulder.
“Sam…Sammy,” when he was sure he had the younger man’s attention Dean pointed at the window, “when I say ‘jump’ jump okay?”
“Yeah,” was the soft reply.
The two men pulled the injured man into position a few feet from the window. “All right here we go. One, two, three…JUMP!”