Supernatural (2005–…): Season 10, Episode 23 - Supernatural - full transcript

Dean comes to a stunning decision that will alter his life -- as well as Sam's; Rowena and Crowley face off, putting Castiel in the middle.

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# Carry on, my wayward son #

# there'll be peace when you are done #

# lay your weary head to rest #

# don't you cry no more #

I will save my brother or die trying.

-It's the Mark of Cain.
-It's just a curse. It can be removed.

-You're their bitch.
-Get out.

The Book of the Damned is a spellbook for
creating or undoing any damnation there is.

I think this is in code.

Bring me Nadya's Codex
and I'll break this text right open.

Dean is not getting any better. If we don't get
the Mark off his arm, it's gonna eat him up.



My grace, it's been restored.

Find me a cure for my brother,
and I'll kill Crowley.

Thank you, Sam,
for reminding me who I really am.

There must be something
I don't know about her.

Something I could hold over
her as a bargaining chip.

She's cracked the code.

Charlie?

-I don't wanna have to hurt you.
-I don't think that's gonna be a problem.

Anything?

Twelve voicemails.

Lo-jack on the Impala
has clearly been disabled...

so a big heaping scoop of nothing.

We need Rowena to hold up
her end of the bargain, now.

-What?
-Nothing. It's...



It's just, if she removes the Mark
using the Book of the Damned...

what of the consequences?

Which are what?

-Dean said--
-Dean guessed.

Cass, what are we supposed to do, huh?

Just sit on our asses? Do nothing?

-No. We find Dean.
-And then what?

The only thing that stopped Cain was death.

Do you wanna kill Dean? Because I don't.

And the only way I know how
to save my brother is to cure the Mark.

And, yes, I know there will be consequences.

But not you, not Dean, not anybody,
can tell me what those consequences are.

So I'm not gonna let my brother
destroy himself on a guess.

We save Dean.

I'm good.

I'm good.

# Supernatural 10x23 #
Brother's Keeper
Original Air Date on May 20, 2015

Rose McKinley.
Raised up about three miles from here.

Nice parents. God-fearing folk.

Who let her leave the house
looking like a whore.

Whoa.

-Why don't you tell me what you really think?
-I'm sorry, sheriff. My bad.

Well, let me tell you
how we work out here, son.

That right there could be the Whore of
Babylon, wouldn't make no difference at all-

because all I see is somebody's little girl.

And I feel like a real jerk suggesting
otherwise, sheriff. My apologies.

Good luck cracking the case
with your eyes shut.

You worked some pretty dark stuff
in your day, haven't you, agent?

Must have left quite a mark.

Oh, you have no idea.

-Your partner's a piece of work, agent.
-Yeah, ain't he though?

Dean-o.

Welcome to the party.

The hell you doing here, Rudy?

Oh, you know, just a thing
I got for dead girls. Heh.

Working a gang of fang, you know?
Just like you.

Not today you're not. I'm gonna need
you to take a walk on this one.

Uh, okay, except, uh...

-Except I called you,
so if anybody's walking-- -You called me?

No, no. You begged me.

Just like Tuscaloosa. Just like Old Lyme.

We know you're playing dress-up here.

Just a matter of time before you get
yourself killed. So take that walk...

-and let the real hunters do the work.
-Agents.

New deal.

Rose wasn't alone when she disappeared.

A friend name Crystal Thorrson was with her.

And Crystal is still AWOL.
I'm heading over to interview the parents.

How about we agree you boys sit this one out?

You know something?

Life's too short, partner.

You know, I don't know what crawled up
your ass today. Frankly, I don't care.

Regards to your brother.

Hello, boys. Just in time for tea.

Unless something on your mind?

Five things, actually.

Hollow tips filled with witch-killing brew.

How exciting for you.

Your NRA will be beside
themselves with pride.

No more games, Rowena. Do the spell now.

Or what, exactly?

Come on, Samuel. You and I both
know that's nothing but a bluff.

Charlie may have cracked the Codex,
but who's going to read it if I'm gone?

Not to mention handling the ingredients,
getting the measurements right.

Unless of course, either of you
have spent years of your life...

studying with the greats, mastering
the intricacies of high witchcraft.

But forgive me, maybe you have.

I know you're upset. We all are.

Poor Dean.

Let's just have a nice wee cup of tea...

and negotiate.

-What do you want?
-Oh, well...

We know what I wanted.

Soiled the sheets on that one, didn't we?

Let's talk about what I'll take.

My freedom, guaranteed...

and the Codex.

-Sam, you can't be--
-Do you know which spell?

I do.

Sam.

This is a mistake.

Rose and Crystal were friends since...

forever, it seems.

You think that Crystal
could still be in danger?

We do, Mrs. McKinley.
And the fastest way to find Crystal...

is to find out who did this to Rose.

Did you notice any change
in her behavior recently?

Uh, new friends? Uh, a new boyfriend?
Maybe a crush?

Rose was...

a shy girl.

But you think she might
know who did this to her?

in Rose's case,
she not only knew the person...

she was trying to have intercourse with them.

So I'm just trying to figure out
whether it was a boyfriend...

or whether it was just some
random roll in the hay.

No...

there were no relations that we're aware of.

No relations at all.

-What the hell is this, agent?
-I'm just doing my job, Mr. McKinley.

-By suggesting my daughter was a slut?
-I'll admit, that thought crossed my mind.

Then I came here and smelled the deceit,
the beatings and the shame...

that pervade this home,
and I don't blame Rose anymore.

-Shut your face.
-No wonder she put on that skank outfit...

and went out looking for validation.

Right into the arms of the monster
that killed her. Joe, who did this?

-Joe!
-Who did this?

-Stop!
-Joe.

Who did this?

I don't know.

I don't know.

-Whoa.
-What?

Crystal, she's still...?

Why?

There were these guys
living out by Cross Creek.

Said they were rehabbing a cabin out there.

Mostly I think they just wanted
a place to drink and meet girls.

And Crystal and your sister knew these guys?

You couldn't tell the cops that
when your sister turned up dead?

I was the one who brought them
there in the first place.

"Something made by God,
but forbidden to man".

Forbidden?

The forbidden fruit?

No.

The actual apple is the first ingredient?

Okay, what's next?

"Something made by man,
but forbidden by God."

Okay, well, God forbade false idols, right?

The Golden Calf.

Wasn't that destroyed?

Great. Ahem.

What's the third ingredient?

Oh.

What?

The third ingredient, it's impossible.

What is it?

Loosely translated?

My heart.

That's not impossible at all.

Not my literal heart, feathers.

Something I love.
The spell calls for me to kill it.

-A sacrifice.
-Precisely.

The book will grant freedom from the curse,
but it wants something in return.

-Then give it.
-Bring me something I love, I'll kill it.

I want my freedom too much
to make a fuss over that.

The problem is, I don't love anything.

-What about Crowley?
-Happy to kill him. Let's not call it love.

I don't believe you.

Everyone loves something.

Oskar.

Oskar.

Polish boy.

Oskar.

I'm sorry. Oskar?

You saw Oskar?

-Who is he?
-Who was he? A peasant boy.

His family helped me through
some difficulties 300 years ago.

Rudy, what's up?

I wish I could say it was good news, Sam.

I just bumped into Dean working
a fangbanger case in Superior.

-Dean's in Nebraska? Working a case?
-Yeah.

My case.

And he's not playing well with others.

Yeah, Dean's not exactly...

in the best place right now.

You know what? Do me a favor.
Just text me the details, would you?

-A right. Whatever you need.
-Okay. Thanks.

-What's going on?
-Cass, take this.

It's Dean's hair. You need it for the spell.

Cass, I need you to do this for me.

Make the spell happen, whatever it takes.
Please.

Dean-o, this is Reggie.

We're just gonna talk. All right?

And come to an understanding.

Back your ass out of the room, mister.
And leave the blade.

Yeah...

No.

-Rudy, walk away.
-No-- No, Dean. Dean-o, just do what he says.

He's not gonna kill you.
You're his insurance, all right?

Now, man the hell up and walk away.

Oh, I will kill him, friend.
You keep yapping, I will.

-Do it.
-Dean.

-Back up.
-Do it.

-Do not-- Don't test me.
-Dean, stop.

You don't have the guts.

Aah!

What did you do?

You're Crystal, right?

Yeah, well...

I just rescued you.

He-- You could have talked.

You just...

You're welcome.

He just let him die.

He just let him die.

Just let him die.

Agent.

Maybe you can tell me what
in the hell is going on here.

The way the girl outside tells it,
one of your boys came in hot...

got his partner killed...

and then went some kind of samurai
on that son of a bitch over there.

I knew that boy...

Who summons anymore?

Couldn't you call?

You're not in my contacts list.

-What?
-I need your assistance...

to help cure Dean of the Mark.

What's the expression? I gave at the office.

Maybe I'd feel different if Sam Winchester
hadn't just tried to bloody kill me!

I'm afraid no is not an acceptable answer.

Or what?

-Or?
-That's right.

Burn those eyes blue.

Spread those broken wings and destroy me.

Or do it my way.

Right.

Now, beg.

-What?
-Blast me, or beg.

-Crowley--
-King.

King.

If you-- If you would--
If you would be so kind...

the three ingredients on this list.

"Forbidden fruit".

Well, for starters, it's a quince,
you dummy. Not an apple.

No problem. "Golden Calf."

Or what's left of it. Check.

Something Rowena loves?

-I would've thought it'd have been you, but-
-Spare me. I've lived it.

-Well...?
-I'm in.

Dean, it's me.

Don't tell I me that's queso.

Yeah. Yes.

Queso and taquitos.

Tamales.

Homemade by yours truly.

All with the bad fat.

Consider it an offering.

For?

I want you to kill me.

What I find truly fascinating, Dean--

Mm. That's good.

--is that you and I both know that
I've been burned by you Winchesters before.

Yet, you still call.

Yeah, I know. But not this time, okay?

No games, no second thoughts.

I know you know what this is.

I know you know what it can do.
I've tried to fight it.

I've tried to beat it on my own...

and I can't.

I got no moves left. Except you.

Well, I never thought I'd see the day.

My goodness.

Dean Winchester has tipped over his king.

But I won't kill you, Dean.

You're Death.

And that Mark on your arm is the first curse.

Nothing can kill you.

Okay, forget killing me.
Can you get rid of it?

I could.

But...?

God created the Earth out of nothing.

Or so your Sunday School teacher
would have you believe.

Oh, so Genesis is a lie? Huh? Shocker.

Before there was light,
before there was God and the archangels...

there wasn't nothing.

There was the Darkness.

A horribly destructive, amoral force...

that was beaten back by God
and his archangels in a terrible war.

God locked the Darkness away
where it could do no harm.

And he created a Mark that
would serve as both lock and key.

Which he entrusted to his
most valued lieutenant, Lucifer.

But the Mark began to assert its own will...

revealed itself as a curse
and began to corrupt.

Lucifer became jealous of man.

God banished Lucifer to hell.

Lucifer passed the Mark to Cain...

who passed the Mark to you.

The proverbial finger in the dike.

Well, that s just
fan-frigging-tastic, isn't it?

So I could remove the Mark...

but only if you will share it with another...

to ensure that the lock remains unbroken...

and the Darkness remains bound.

I'm not doing that.

Not to anyone.

What if I told you I could relocate you
somewhere far away, not even on this earth...

where you would still be alive but no
longer a danger to yourself or to others?

-Dean.
-I gave it a shot, Sammy.

Listen to me. Whatever you're doing...

whatever you've done, please...

Hell, I even worked a case.

I gave everything I had
to beat this thing down.

I saw. I saw Rudy.

Well, then you saw what I did.

No, that wasn't you.

Sure as hell felt like me.

Brother, I'm done.

No. No, you're not. Dean--

Grab a pen. It's time to say goodbye.

I'll get your refill, Jimmy.

Fancy a story?

You. What did you do?

A long, long time ago,
there once lived an evil bitch--

Sorry. "Witch".

--who was forced to flee her home
and her only son because she was, well...

horrible.

Starving and homeless, she threw herself
upon the mercy of a peasant Polish family...

who took her in, fed her,
and nursed her back to full strength.

This was a kindness she had never known.

She was particulary taken
by their 8-year-old son...

who, apparently...

she grew to love. Hm.

How do you know all this?

A hamster told me.

Tragically...

the boy was terminally ill, and soon to die.

But before the witch departed...

she gave the boy and his family
the only thanks that made sense.

She cured the boy with one spell.

And cast another that would
take root once he was full-grown.

That lying, manipulative, whore mother of
mine gave you immortality, didn't she, Oskar?

-Hey.
-Sam.

-What is this?
-We need to talk.

Whatever you are thinking of doing, don't.

There is another way.

You don't need to go with him.
You don't need to die.

Funny you say that.

Truth is, when I left,
I thought the only way out was my death.

I was wrong, Sam.

It's yours.

What? He's gonna--?

-He's gonna send you into outer space?
-He didn't say "outer space."

-This is madness, Dean.
-Far from it, I'm afraid.

-No one's asking you.
-Hear him out.

Our conundrum is simple, Sam.

Your brother cannot be killed,
and the Mark cannot be destroyed.

Not without inciting a far greater evil...

-than any of us have ever known.
-What evil?

-The Darkness.
-What the hell is that?

What's it sound like?
Does it sound like a good thing?

Even if I remove Dean
from the playing field...

we're still left with you.

Loyal, dogged Sam, who, I suspect, will
never rest until he sets his brother free.

Will never rest until
his brother is free of the Mark...

which simply cannot happen
lest the Darkness be set free.

Then there was that time you stood me up.

You traded my life.

I'm willing to live with this thing forever-

as long as I know that I and it
will never hurt another living thing.

This isn't you.

-This doesn't make any sense.
-No, it makes perfect sense.

If you stop thinking about
yourself for one damn minute.

It's for the greater good.

Once you consider that,
this makes all the sense in the world.

Why the long faces?

Oh, let me guess.

Mother showed you her mustn't-touch-it again.

You have the ingredients?

The quince cost me a major IOU
with a Palestinian warlock.

The gold from the calf?
Well, let's just say...

I'll be hanged under certain sexual deviancy
laws if I ever show my face in Jordan again.

-And the third?
-Ah, yes.

All my long life I wondered what I'd done
to deserve a mother who refused to show love.

I pained over it.

I built my bloody kingdom on top of it.

And then one day...

epiphany struck.

My mother was incapable of loving anything.

For the first time in hundreds of years...

I felt free.

And then you showed up in my dungeon.

We communed...

and I began to realize
you weren't incapable of love.

You were incapable of loving me.

Goodness, Fergus.
Save it for the stage, why don't you?

I mean, fabulous speech, but you
put yourself on far too high a pedestal.

The fact remains, do not...

will not and have not loved anything, ever.

You were saying?

Remember when we were in that church,
making Crowley human?

About to close the Gates of Hell.

You sure as hell were ready
to die for the greater good then.

Yeah, and, Dean, you pulled me back.

And I was wrong.

You were right, Sam.

You knew that this world
would be better without us in it.

No, no, no. Wait a second.
You're twisting my words here.

Why? Because we--
We track evil and kill it?

The family business, is that it?

Look at the tape, Sam.

Evil tracks us.

And it nukes everything in our vicinity.

Our family, our friends.

It's time we put a proper name
to what we really are...

and we deal with it.

Wait a second. We are not evil.

Listen.

We're far from perfect...

but we are good.

That thing on your arm is evil, but not you.

Not me.

I let Rudy die.

How was that not evil?

I know what I am, Sam.

But who were you when you--?
When you drove that man to sell his soul?

Or when you bullied Charlie
into getting herself killed?

And to what end?

A good end?

A just end?

To remove the Mark no matter
what the consequences...

Sam, how is that not evil?

I have this thing on my arm...

and you're willing to let
the Darkness into the word.

You were also willing to summon Death...

to make sure you could
never do any more harm.

You summoned me because you knew
I would do anything to protect you.

That's not evil, Dean.

That's not an evil man. That is a good man...

crying to be heard.
Searching for some other way.

No, there is no other way, Sam.

I'm sorry.

Good.

Fight.

This is ridiculous.

Do you love this man, Rowena? Is it true?

Of course it's true.

Say hello, Oskar.

Rowena.

Even for you, Fergus, this is a new low.

A cruel, shameful, disgusting low.

It's only cruel if you
actually go through with it.

Though...

who's the cruel one then?

Okay.

That's enough.

You will never...

ever...

hear me say...

that you...

the real you...

is anything but good.

But you're right.

Before you hurt...

anyone else...

you have to be stopped, at any cost.

I understand.

Do it. Ahem.

Please.

Do me the honor.

Close your eyes.

Sammy, close your eyes.

Wait.

Take these.

And one day, when you find your way back...

let these be your guide.

They can help you remember...

what it was to be good.

What it was to love.

It's for family you must proceed, Dean.

To be what you are, to become what you've
become is a stain on their memory.

Do it.

Or I will.

Forgive me.

You've grown so big.

Not too big to give your old
Auntie Rowena a hug, I hope?

I hope I haven't hurt you.

Don't think about that one moment.

Everything's fine, Oskar.

Everything's fine.

Nobody's hurting anybody.

Goodbye, my sweet wee boy.

You okay?

I'll live.

You?

Fantastic.

I think I just killed Death.

That sound right to you?

What is this?

This is impossible.

You're not powerful enough.

To what? Control the likes of
a bored king and a wayward angel?

I'm afraid, Fergus,
that in all your long life...

you've never seen what
a real witch can do with real magic.

I'm terrifically pleased it's
the last thing you'll ever see.

Castiel...

don't.

Do not.

Don't. Please!

This is good. Dean. This is good.
The Mark is off your arm.

Nothing crazy happened.

You get your baby back.

Yeah. I'm sure everything's perfectly fine.

What the--?

What did Death call this?

The Darkness.

-Get in the car. Let's go.
-Yeah. Yeah.

Dean.

Dean!

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