Supernatural (2005–…): Season 15, Episode 2 - Supernatural - full transcript

Dean, Castiel and Sam call on Rowena to help keep the evil souls at bay and get an unexpected assist by Ketch.

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This isn't how the story
is supposed to end.

This isn't just a story.

It's our lives!

So God or no God, you go to Hell.

Fine!

_

Hey, Chuck!

Aah!

Story's over. Welcome to The End.

What the hell is happening?!

Souls from Hell.



That's not Jack. That's a demon.

How in the hell?

Uh, hi. Uh, my name is Belphegor.

I said get out of him.

No. I can help.

If you wanted to buy some time,

- you could always contain the ghosts.
- Contain them how?

Imagine a salt circle a mile wide.

No ghosts get in, no ghosts get out.

Let's go.

_

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Ugh.

Oh.



Rob.

You didn't evacuate.

And you seem to be breathing fine.

You ask me, this whole
"benzine leak" sounds phony.

Everyone's been camped out at
the high school for two days.

I just snuck back to get
Debbie's allergy meds.

All this going on,

and you know what she's worried out?

That they'll cancel
the school spelling bee.

She studied her butt off for it.

Do you, uh...

Do you... Do you think they'll
cancel the spelling bee?

Rob?

Rob?

Disembowel.

D-i-s-e-m-b-o-w-e-l.

Disembowel.

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Raising Hell
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I just don't know how much
longer we can control them.

I don't think they're
buying the benzine story.

I think... One man told me his
wife, she's gone missing and...

Wait, wait. What?

Who?

He said her name was Nan.

Alright, we'll find her.

Will you tell the Hunters in
the zone to keep an eye out?

- Got it.
- Thank you.

Give me a minute.

C-Can I have your attention?

'Scuse me!

Um, can I have...

Excuse me!

Can I have your attention, please?

Great.

First off, we expect to have
you back in your homes shortly.

Uh, EPA techs will be here tomorrow

to determine the source of
the elevated benzine levels

and how to properly respond.

In the meantime, it is essential

you stay out of the quarantine
zone until it's safe.

Thanks.

Okay.

Any questions?

Too much EMF.

You can still see 'em, right?

Yeah, there were some over there,

but they spotted us and left.

Not their favorite.

So you were a dick to 'em in Hell, huh?

No.

I did my job.

It's Hell. It's not a day spa.

Can't believe I've teamed
up with a demon again.

Think I'd know better by now.

Teaming up with a Hunter.

I could say the same.

Why are you helping?

I told you, I like Hell the way it was.

I'm a good soldier.

Escape attempt, 11:00.

Yeah. Eh, nice shot.

Well, he hit the warding.

At least that's still holding.

Mm. For now.

I mean, the spell is...
it's not gonna last forever,

and these aren't your normal
ghosty-ghosts, you know.

They're more dangerous.

Dangerous how?

Well, I mean, that guy you just
shot, it's Francis Tumblety.

Who?

Uh, "Jack the Ripper".

Cool.

I did ask 'em again, Andy,

and it is the same old runaround.

"Doing everything they can".

Right.

I just...

What can we do?

I don't know.

There's somethin' goin'
on in this town, okay?

And it ain't the "benzine".

Nan went out.

She never came back.

We're gonna get in there,
and we're gonna find her.

They got guys patrolling
the town... guys with guns.

There's not enough of 'em.

The area's too big.

Hey, we'll find a way.

Order.

I will have order.

Shut. Up!

Oh.

I-I know you're all wondering
why we were spit out of Hell

and what's going on.

Well, I have answers.

It appears we were
liberated by cataclysm

at the hands of...

Ready?

... God, Himself. Yes.

I overheard it from the louts
who hold us captive... Hunters.

How do you know they're Hunters?

I was just shot with rock salt.

Wild guess.

Further, the Hunters are
being abetted by demons.

I personally had an encounter
with none other than Belphegor.

What do you suggest... "Doctor?"

Reach out to all the cowards
who are hiding in the shadows

and tell them to stand with us.

Our strength is in numbers.

We will find a way out of here.

But the warding...

Warding is a door.

Doors have locks.

Locks have keys, or they can be forced.

But until we find a way,

we make it as ugly as possible
for those who stand guard.

Yeah, I just want to make
sure we're clear over there.

Another!

Got it!

I just think we need to
tell the family something.

I mean, we found his wife's body.

Cass, we will.

- When we can.
- When we can?

Cass, we have people outside that door

who are barely keeping it together.

We start talking murder...

Knock knock!

Am I interrupting something juicy?

No.

Rowena, thanks for coming.

Samuel. Castiel.

What? A town full of ghosts!

Messy even by Winchester standards.

We're hoping you can help.

Can you boys do nothing on your own?

Very well.

What do you want?

Remember a couple years ago

when we were trying to get rid of Amara?

God's sister, aye.

- Sticky business, that.
- Hmm.

You made a crystalline device... a bomb.

You want to blow up the ghosts?

No. No. No, no.

But the "bomb" was powered by souls.

Souls that were sucked into it.

Ah... and ghosts are nothing but souls.

I hope you're not thinking...

Trap them in a crystal...

Samuel, no! That was so difficult.

It took everything I had.

- Yeah. Rowena...
- Sam.

We got a situation.

Hey, what's going on?

Guy's wife disappeared.

I guess he came back
in here looking for her.

Alright. Hey, uh, guys.

What's happening?

Uh, we're gonna have to
ask you to leave this area

and head back to the school.

Sam, they're possessed.

Clear the way.

We're leaving.

Open the warding. Now.

Obviously that's not gonna happen.

We're not in the mood to argue.

His insides are being torn apart

by the spirit possessing him.

So sad.

That's far enough.

Stop.

The warding.

Now!

Hello, lads.

Okay. Ketch, how are you here?

Oh, I-I just happened to be in the area

when you sent out word looking for help

with your little... situation.

Oh.

Eh?

Right, well. That's... Lucky us.

What is that?

Uh, it fires iron flakes,
expelling ghosts

without harm to the possessed victim,

courtesy of the British Men of Letters.

I lifted it along with a few
other... toys when I left.

Dear? I'd prefer a
wee shots of Scotch...

18-year-old single malt,
if you have it handy.

Ah, a witch with fine taste.

Rowena, I do hope
there's no hard feelings

still after our initial introduction.

My people were holding
you prisoner and...

But you let me escape,
and I haven't forgotten.

Hmm.

Rowena's working on a little
gadget that vacuums up souls.

Oh.

Fascinating.

It's what I do.

Yeah, problem is... ghosts keep coming

and the warding we put up
is only gonna last so long,

so... all hands on deck.

Right.

Streets are quiet.

Which just means they're
planning their next move.

- Jack?
- Um, no.

I get that a lot.

So, Jack is...

Dead.

Jack is dead.

Killed by God.

I guess kid got under His skin.

And now I'm under Jack's.

Yeah, literally.

Belphegor's the name.

You're Belphegor?

And you're assisting Sam and Dean

with this whole ghost business?

This is awkward.

What?

Well, truth be told,
in my current employment

as a freelance contractor,
I was asked to, um,

assassinate the demon Belphegor.

- You're not here to help?
- Well, I certainly am now.

I was told that Belphegor was
a monstrous threat to humanity.

Apparently not correct, yes, hmm?

Who told you that?

An attractive female demon named...

Ardat.

She doesn't like you.

Point is... Don't kill him, alright?

We need him.

For now.

Hmm.

Nice touch, Kimiko.

Feel free to go deeper.

Oh, oh, maybe not that deep.

Whoa!

You!

Hi, sis.

Did you smite my masseuse?

Oh, my...

We agreed to give each other space.

I know. I'm totally on board with that.

Truly, I am.

I just felt like, you know, checking in.

We are family.

You're the darkness.

I'm the light.

So, how about the "Game
of Thrones" ending?

Pretty great, right?

Small talk? Really?

Why are you here?

First Nan went missing.

Now Dave and Sheri.

We are looking for them everywhere.

You said you'd keep us safe.

This is quite the list of ingredients.

Hope you got an Amazon account.

Prime.

The trap requires
a tricky bit of spellery.

I need what I need.

Even then, no guarantee.

Well, you're the mad scientist.

So, uh, tell me about Arthur Ketch.

Seems like you've met.

That was more of a
torturer-torturee relationship.

Fun, but I didn't
really get to know him.

Rowena, we have ourselves
a crisis on our hands, okay?

Find yourself another boy toy.

You don't want to get
involved with Ketch.

Don't I?

Hey.

Yeah, hey.

Dean, I recognize that
I... dropped the puck.

Ball.

It's, uh... It's "dropped the ball".

Ball, right.

I didn't tell you about Jack,

and then after what
happened with your mother...

Don't.

You're angry.

Yes, I am angry.

At everything. All of it.

All of it?

This mess... all the messes.

It turns out that we're just hamsters

running in a wheel our whole lives.

What do we have to show for it, huh?

Tell me you don't feel conned.

God's been lying to you, Cass, forever.

You bought into the
biggest scam in history.

You don't think I'm angry?

After what Chuck did?
After what he took from me?

He killed Jack.

But that doesn't mean it was all a lie.

Really?

Chuck is all-knowing.

He knew the truth, he...
he just kept it to himself.

Well, now that his cover's blown,

everything that we've done is for what?

Nothing?

Even if we didn't know

that all of the challenges that we face

were born of Chuck's machinations,

how would we describe it all?

We'd call it "life".

Because that's precisely what life is.

It's an obstacle course,

and maybe Chuck designed the obstacles,

but we ran our own race.

We made our own moves.

And mostly, we did well with that.

Did we?

I'll tell you what we do know.

Nothing about our lives is real.

Everything that we've lost,

everything that we are
is because of Chuck.

So maybe you can stick
your head back in the sand,

maybe you can pretend that
we actually had a choice.

I can't.

Dean.

You asked, "What about
all of this is real?"

We are.

Oh, here. Almost forgot.

You're gonna wanna wear this.

Um... not really... me.

Neither is possession.

It's iron. Put it on.

Mm-hmm.

So, based on what you're telling me,

the enemy is actually... God?

Yeah, go figure.

You guys didn't come up with
a cool weapon for Him, did you?

No.

God was always more... theoretical...

more rumor than fact.

Hmm.

So, um...

Tell me about the witch.

Aw, come on. What is it with you two?

What?

Trouble.

Two Hunters haven't checked in.

That's not good.

Ben?

Frankie?

Stop it!

Stop! Get out.

Now!

Kevin?

I don't believe it.

Yeah, I was gonna meet
up with you guys sooner,

but I... kinda just got here.

Kevin Tran.

Former prophet...

Arthur Ketch, uh...

former assassin.

Mostly.

What are you... What
are you even doin' here?

You're supposed to be in Heaven.

Yeah, not so much.

Chuck said he was sending you to Heaven.

Yeah, what he said, not what he did.

Wait, he lied?

For what? Kicks?

Turns out, God's a dick.

Look, it doesn't matter.

We are going to get you to Heaven, okay?

Right after we shove all
these ghosts back down.

At least the town is warded.

Yeah, but it's fading.

I can feel it.

So, the others feel it, as well?

Uh, not sure.

But if they do, you've got
a lot of problems.

What, your... your... your pals know

that you, me, and Sam have history?

I mean, you did just yell
at 'em and saved my ass.

I yell at 'em all the time.

They take it.

Since God himself cast me down,

I've got kind of a bad-boy rep.

Oh.

That means you can mingle.

It's way older than five...

Vegetables and herbs are finely chopped,

added to a sexy pastiche
of fragrant tripe.

Passing now is Kirk. Now it...

I called room service like an hour ago.

How long's a burger take?

You know...

That, uh... little retreat of ours,

it taught me how priceless
our relationship is.

And, you know, since
I'm on an extended break

from my omniscient benevolence,

why not use the time
to deepen what we have?

So, you know, why not
drop by another dimension?

Check it out.

Maybe start a new species?

Huh?

You know? A family project.

Sound good?

I'm... fine.

I am running a hot streak in craps.

I like Reno.

Everyone here is so not... you.

What?

Do I have a booger?

Interesting.

What... is it?

I don't know.

You need me.

Of course I need you, Amara.

You're my big sis.

You've never needed me.

What... is going on?

Oh.

Oh, there it is...

Hm.

- Your shoulder.
- Ow!

Something happened.

You're not complete.

You're not at full strength.

And you're afraid.

Okay, look, it's great
to have Kevin around...

even Ghost Kevin...

but do you think it's safe
having him do what he's doing?

No. No. I mean, none of this is safe

for any of us, but if he
can give us some information,

you know...

Would you stop sneaking up on us?

Hey, we just heard
from a reliable source

that the warding is fading.

Yeah. Sure, sure.

Like... Like I said it would.

I guess I just assumed you two pros

woulda wrapped it up by now.

What can I say? Goofy optimist.

Okay, meanwhile, we're gonna
need you to charge her back up.

Oh...

Yeah, if only.

Sorry, guys. It was a one-time thing.

Well, Kevin says the ghosts
may sense its weakness.

Oh, "Kevin says"?

Kevin Tran?

Whiny Kevin Tran?

Ugh. Typical millennial.

Kevin's not even supposed to be in Hell,

okay, so when this is all over,

we're gonna send him up
in Heaven where he belongs.

Yeah, yeah, not gonna happen.

Souls cast down to Hell?

That's the end of it.

Heaven can't take 'em.

That's not true.

Our dad made it to Heaven
after he was in Hell.

And Bobby Singer.

So God made an exception.

Didn't he used to like you two?

Just saying.

Without the big guy... them's the rules.

Still with the shoulder?

I'm okay.

It's getting better.

I felt it.

Yes, yes, I felt it, too.

The warding that surrounds us
is indeed beginning to falter.

So, we just hang loose for
a while, then when it fails,

we just stroll outta here.

No, I say we seize the moment.

Use our collective strength.

We find the most vulnerable
point in the warding,

mass our power, and break through now.

Then back to all the fun

that sent us to Hell in the first place.

We can't be the only ones
noticing the wall's got issues.

The Hunters will be workin'
overtime to send us back.

What have we here?

Well, look who Hell just coughed up.

Kevin Tran.

Yeah, so what?

Answer the lady.

What do we do about the Hunters?

Well, you tell me, Kevin.

Aren't you privy to their plans?

Who, me?

Are you kidding?

In Hell, I was never as impressed by you

as my more gullible colleagues.

I've heard demons say that in life,

you were quite closely
connected to the Hunters.

To the Winchesters, in particular.

Oh, you know how the Hellspawn are.

All they talk about is Sam
and Dean, Sam and Dean...

Okay.

I've had enough of this.

Mnh.

I do like a left-brained man.

Logic, cause and effect,
calculations... very butch.

It does, however,

lack the more nuanced perspective of...

the right brain.

The, um... voodoo,
booga-booga perspective.

One might welcome the coupling of both.

Ah.

The dominating,
analytical enforcer... you...

and the pulsating,
throbbing firebrand... me.

Hmm.

Well, in the, um...
spirit of... coupling...

... may I suggest a
shortcut to your alchemy,

one we used at the, um,
British Men of Letters?

Mm.

Right. Mm.

Mm.

Oh!

I think you'll find

you can skip the next two steps.

The power of science.

But...

if we were to marry

the power of science
with the power of magic,

you might find we had a situation

that was highly explosive.

Yes, Dean, what?

Aye, it's almost there.

But you can't rush these things.

Fine, fine.

Right.

Rowena.

Delicious to see you again.

Francis Tumblety!

You're an unfaithful dog.

Oh? And you're Mary Poppins?

You know I always
thought of you as special.

I gutted my other dates.

I told you centuries back,
our liaison was finito,

so let me pass.

What's in the bag, Red?

Oh, don't tell me.

You're working with the Hunters now?

How sad.

But perhaps there's a silver lining.

You can deliver a message.

Tell the Winchesters we have
their boy, and we want to talk.

5879 Maple.

We'll be waiting.

You there! Charm School.

Run.

I got here as quick as I could.

Mr. Ketch and I were attacked by ghosts.

- He may still be fightin' them.
- Are you okay?

He... Francis said they have your boy.

Kevin?

Did you bring the soul catcher?

Is that what you're calling it?

- I like soul catcher.
- Whatever.

There's been such a fuss,
there's no telling if it works.

Well, if it doesn't,
nice knowin' all of you.

The Messrs. Winchester.

I hope this encounter's more
productive than the last one.

You said you wanna talk.

Indeed.

The terms are quite simple.

You shut down the warding.

I won't devour Kevin whole.

Well, here's our offer. You go to Hell.

Not what it's cracked up to be.

Well, boys, what's it gonna be?

Capare!

Thanks.

I think my badass days
in Hell may be over.

Yeah, looks like.

Nice work, Rowena.

Oh, it's not as powerful
as the first one.

A few ghosts at a time, I'm afraid.

A lot of them got away.

So what now?

They have a backup plan...

They know that the
warding's been fading.

They think if they mass all
the ghosts at its weakest point,

they'll be able to bust out.

Well, where's its weakest point?

So... not good.

You can see 'em.
How many of 'em are there?

100 at least. More keep coming.

Easy.

It's just me.

Yeah, that's not gonna work.

There... There's too many of them.

How 'bout it?

Capare!

It's working.

Capare!

Ketch?

Son of a bitch.

Oh, Dean.

Did you run out?

Wouldn't matter anyway.

And thank you.

Thank you so very much.

Francis...

The thing about souls is...
they're almost pure power,

so even with the few trapped
inside your little gizmo here,

I am in possession of a
massively powerful weapon,

one which I will happily use
to blow open that warding.

Capare!

Capare!

I tried to heal him, but it didn't work.

I don't know why.

You're probably just tired, Cass.

We all are.

They're gonna get you fixed up.

Sorry about the whole iron bullets.

There just didn't
seem to be another way.

Oh, admit it.

You've killed me once.

You've been itching to do it again.

Well, there's that.

Take care, man.

Hey.

Kevin said he wants to leave.

"Leave"?

No. No, no, no.

We... We gotta get you into Heaven.

How?

Belphegor says...

I've been in Hell.

Heaven can't let me in.

Kevin, being a ghost

with nothing to hold you... anywhere...

... that would be a
terrible way to exist.

That's true.

Look, I got two
options... Hell or Earth.

In one, I get tortured for eternity.

In the other, I might go crazy.

Guess I'll take door number two.

I won't go back to Hell.

Maybe...

I know Belphegor can't
power up the warding...

but maybe he can make
just a bit of it dip?

You know, for a minute.

E-Enough to let me out.

I'm sorry, Kevin.

I wish there was some
way to make this right.

Me, too, but there isn't.

And sometimes, you
just gotta accept that.

Besides, I'm better
off than I was and...

I mean, there's a whole world out there.

Would you come on, already?

Take care, Kev.

I love you guys.

Going somewhere?

Yes.

Great.

Where we headed?

Alone. I'm going alone.

Amara, we've been all through this.

- We belong together.
- Yes.

Yes, yin, yang, balance of nature.

I am willing to coexist with
you, brother, in the universe.

Just not, you know, anywhere near you.

Hey, don't test me.

I front the group. You sing backup.

Oh, really?

Because you're "God"?

- Amara, just...
- Don't.

Even on your best day,
you couldn't force my hand.

And this is not your best day.

In fact, I don't think you
can do much of anything.

Ah, a few parlor tricks, perhaps,

but you can't leave this
world, not without my help.

And me?

I'm done, Chuck.

I've changed.

I've adapted.

I've...

I've become the better me.

And you?

You are still the same...
petulant, narcissistic.

So... I'm leaving you here.

Once, long ago, you sealed me away.

Now, in a way...
I'm doing the same to you.

You're trapped, diminished, abandoned.

So I guess you got what
you've always wanted.

You're on your own.

What's going on?

They just keep coming.

Soon, they're gonna overrun us.

Again.

Once my spell comes crashing down...

My little toy isn't strong
enough to handle all this.

We have to find another way.

Before it's too late.

Alright, then that's what we'll do.

How?