Supernatural (2005–…): Season 10, Episode 1 - Black - full transcript
Dean is a demon and running amuck with Crowley while Sam tries to figure out what happened to his brother. Meanwhile, Castiel is dealing with his diminishing grace.
We're in this together.
No!
How's that stolen grace
inside you working out?
It's the bloody Mark of Cain.
Magic that powerful comes at a price.
And we don't know what that price is.
Drop the blade.
First time I touched that blade,
I knew I wouldn't be stopped.
I'm starting to think the blade
is doing something to you.
No!
Open your eyes, Dean.
Let's go take a howl at that moon.
I heard the rumors.
I said, "No, that can't be.
A Winchester? One of us?"
Heh. But it's true, isn't it?
Whatever soul you had...
whatever Boy Scout code
you cuddled up to at night...
it's all gone.
Leaving what?
Look at you.
Where is Crowley?
Eat me.
One more time.
Where is Crowley?
-Where's my brother?
-I don't know!
Then you're gonna call somebody who does.
No one knows.
-They won't answer.
-Make the call.
-We're under orders.
-Make the call!
Please.
Where's my brother?!
# Supernatural 10x01 #
Black
Original Air Date on October 7, 2014
Right. So no noticeable crop failures,
no mass cattle deaths, nothing.
Nothing new on the radar, nothing on
the scope. I'd say that's a good thing.
Yeah. you're right. I hear you, Mike.
Thanks. That is a good thing.
All right, well, keep me posted
if anything does pop up.
-All right. Watch yourself, Sam.
-Yeah, I will. You got it. Thanks.
Heh.
Sam, hello.
-I might have found something.
-Oh, good.
Good. Ahem.
Cass, you there?
-It's okay. I'm okay. Uh, go on.
-Okay, get this.
A John Doe who was murdered
in Wisconsin a week ago...
turns out to be this guy named
Drew Neely who went missing from...
some religious order in northern Ohio, okay?
-Yeah.
-Drew Neely has been missing for three years.
Killed his wife, his kids. Just disappeared.
I know it's thin...
-but if this guy was possessed--
-Well, that would make him the first--
The first lead, the first
anything we've seen n--
Sorry.
Actually, you know what?
Now that I'm looking at this more,
I think I, uh...
-I think I jumped the gun here, buddy.
-No, Sam, you said it was something.
Yeah. Uh...
It's... It's not.
I was wrong. Sorry.
-I can help.
-Cass...
-we tried that.
-Sam, you can't...
blame what that demon did
to your shoulder on me.
-You were out of--
-I'm not, okay.
I'm not blaming anything on you.
What happened, happened. And...
You need to be worrying about yourself.
I really shouldn't have bothered you.
-How are you, Sam? -Good.
I'm all right. I'm just tired, you know.
Be better when we get him back...
after I kick his butt.
I miss him.
Yeah.
Why would he just disappear?
-Who says he had a choice?
-Well, then who wrote the note?
You think there's any chance...
-any chance at all that Dean is still--?
-Still even remotely Dean?
# I'm too sexy for my love #
# too sexy for my love #
# love's going to leave me #
# and I'm too sexy for my shirt #
Oh, my ears are bleeding.
Hang it up.
# so sexy it hurts #
# and I'm too sexy for Milan #
# too sexy for Milan, New York and Japan #
Dude, who told you you can sing?
Turn it off!
Get off the stage.
Everybody.
Okay.
Wow.
What time is it? Darryl's gonna kill me
if I'm late for my break again.
Oops.
Damn.
Told you to hurry it up.
Then you had to go and do
that thing with the thing.
Oh, you mean that thing
that you were begging me for?
Begging you to hurry it up, maybe.
Well, let's not argue about good sex.
-It was good, wasn't it?
-Mm-hm.
Just, uh...
don't get too excited, you know...
or too attached, because
I'm just rolling through.
You know...
there's about a million other
ways you could have said that.
Whoa.
"Whoa"?
What's going on here?
-What's t look like?
-In my bed?
What?
Oh, yeah.
-Jerk.
-Bitch.
-Get a room, you two.
-Had a room until you two soiled it.
Love you, Crowley.
Love you more, sweetheart.
-Anne Marie, jackass.
-Knew that.
Pants?
Best of three.
Losers buy the beer.
Lots of beer.
Girl seemed nice. Ungh!
Slightly damaged.
I could see the old you falling for that.
Yeah. well, not to worry.
She means nothing.
Good. Good.
You and I, we're rolling stones.
No distractions.
-Knock it down. Knock it down.
-Stop talking.
You're bodging it.
-Yeah!
-Would you shut up?
Keep talking, I can't play the game.
-Let's go. Come on, let's go.
-Hang on.
-Get off me.
-Why are you doing this to me?
-You need to calm down. Stop it.
-Where were you?
-Is this him?
-There a problem?
-Hey, you Matt?
-Ungh!
Dean.
You need to get away from here.
Don't try and contact her.
In fact, don't even think about her.
You understand me?
Just a moment.
-Castiel.
-Hannah.
I'm sensing awkwardness.
So...
there's no leader,
you're governing yourselves?
Mostly.
There's lots of meeting on
rebuilding and reorganization.
-Lots of reconciliation.
-And Metatron?
Still in jail.
His door has been made permanent.
I would've thought we'd see you sooner.
-I would've come sooner, but--
-I'm glad you didn't.
You see...
I need your help.
Heaven needs your help.
Anything.
Most of the angels who fell during
the fall have returned to heaven.
Afew have not.
Some out-and-out refuse. Rogues.
Two of them have killed one of our own
for only attempting to bring them back home.
-Who were they?
-Daniel and Adina.
They must be found.
They must be brought home, and they
must be punished, for the sake of all.
Would you help me?
Yes.
Appreciate you coming down, agent.
But I'm afraid you may have
just cost Uncle Sam a tank of gas.
-Why's that?
-You came up here to investigate...
-Drew Neely's murder, right?
-Right.
Problem is no one's certain
it was a murder at all.
-What are we dealing with here? A suicide?
-Self-defense, more likely.
The surveillance footage was corrupted.
Our techies finally managed
to clean up the file.
Hold on a sec now.
We can do this however you want.
Don't pretend I didn't
see you this afternoon.
Did you get a good look?
See my moves?
I hope so, because I sure
could use the competition.
That John Doe right there
you want to keep your eye on.
Son of a bitch.
Watch.
All you Abaddon groupers
are the same, you know that?
You, the douche that jumped
me at the gas station...
you just can't accept that
the queen is dead, can you?
Maybe we just can't accept that a douche
like you was the one who killed her.
Ah.
Yeah, that's gotta hurt, doesn't it?
Okay, now, porn guy is
just minding his own business.
-And there's Drew Neely. See the knife?
-Yeah.
That's intent right there.
Now watch this.
Looks like a cutlass or something.
I don't know what the hell this is.
Problem is we don't know if
this guy's a hero or a psychopath.
That's the image that's
getting uploaded to the wires.
Detective, do you mind if, uh,
I take another look at this?
-Knock yourself out. Be back in a few.
-Right.
Fax, Dad.
-Who's it from, buddy?
-Doesn't say. There's a picture.
Thanks a lot, bud.
Is it him?
-I didn't know angels could get nauseous.
-I just need a moment.
It's my fault.
I'll take the curves faster.
And you, Castiel?
-You're feeling well?
-Oh, yes.
Like a million dollars.
-That's not true.
-It's my truth.
When you left heaven,
your borrowed grace was falling.
-By the looks of you,
you've only gotten worse. -I'm fine.
You're dying, Castiel.
-You need more grace.
-We have a mission in front of us...
that supersedes my needs.
All of our needs, don't you agree?
You're a good soldier, Hannah.
One of the best.
Metatron certainly could not have been
brought to heel without your bravery.
Or yours.
You must take care of yourself, Castiel.
And another angel should die,
so that I can be saved?
Is this really that hard to understand?
Hannah.
I'm feeling better now.
Oh, yeah. Porn guy was an animal.
Bro came at him like, "What".
And he was all like, "What".
Say my name. Say my name!
Say my name.
There was a lot of blood.
Right.
Um...
When the guy, uh--
When-- Ahem. When...
"porn guy" came in, did he say anything?
"Where's the porn?"
That's all he said?
Did he buy anything?
Did he use a credit card?
Nothing.
So some guy comes in, kills another
guy in your store, on your watch...
and you just--
You what? Keep on keeping on?
You mean when porn guy was stabbing the
other guy to death 10 feet in front of me...
and I was having a code-brown moment...
in my favorite freaking pants
because I thought I was next?
Did I conduct a field interview?
No.
Oh, hey, uh, can you do me a solid?
Found this wedged under the teepee.
I think it's the dead guy's phone, and
if you're heading back to the station...
-You're dead.
-Nope.
-Just using a dead man's phone.
-Moose.
Took you long enough.
Your brother and I were beginning to wonder
if you'd hit another dog, you know.
My brother is dead, Crowley.
I know you have...
some demon parading around
in his meat suit, and trust me...
-you are gonna pay for that.
-Moose, Moose...
I'm afraid you haven't allowed yourself
to dream quite big enough here.
Your brother is very much alive,
courtesy of the Mark.
The only demonized soul inside
of Dean is his and his alone.
Wee bit more twisted...
a little more mangled
beyond human recognition...
but I can assure you, all his.
There now, feel better?
And the, uh, Abaddon supporters
you've been sending to kill my brother?
How does Dean feel about that double cross?
If that's what you think, then you're
more out of your depths than I thought.
I don't know how you did this...
what kind of black-magic stunt you pulled.
But hear me...
I will save my brother...
or die trying.
You know what tickles me about all this?
It's what's really eating you up.
You don't care that he's a demon.
Heck, you've been a demon.
We've all been demons.
No, it's that he's with me...
and he's having the time of his life.
You can't stand the fact that he's mine.
-He's not your pet.
-My pet?
He's my best friend.
My partner in crime.
They'll write songs about us.
Graphic novels.
The Misadventures of Crowley and Squirrel.
Dean Winchester completes me...
and that's what makes you
lose your chickens.
I am going to find you.
I am going to save my brother...
and then I'm going to kill you dead.
Well, that's the operative phrase,
isn't it? "Find you".
Good luck with that.
Daniel.
What are you fishing for?
Trout, mostly.
We do love a good curly-tailed grub.
Trick is to find that special spot,
just outside the run...
where the big ones...
the smart ones are holding low.
Do they--?
Do they put up much of a fight?
The ones who truly want to be free...
they do.
You're here about our brother who died.
-Does that surprise you?
-I can assure you...
had he left us alone,
no one would have been harmed.
His orders were to not leave
you alone, and you killed him.
And heaven sends two more.
What is it about us angels that
we can't seem to get the message?
Perhaps it's you who has
failed to get the message.
All of us serve at heaven's command.
I suppose.
But that was before the fall, wasn't it?
You are an angel.
-Once and forever.
-Dropped...
unwillingly...
unknowingly...
into a strange land.
A land that as it turns out...
celebrates the free, the individual.
For the first time in
thousands of years, I have choices.
And with each choice...
-I begin to discover who I really am--
-This is nonsense.
Because they don't teach you this in heaven?
Perhaps they should.
Then you would understand
why it's worth fighting for.
He's taunting us.
And then what? We kill him?
Or he kills us?
-There are orders.
-And there is time.
-To hear more of this?
-To convince him.
To do the right thing.
Besides, Hannah...
we still don't even know
where the other one is.
The woman.
You'll have to stay for sunset.
Nighttime around here is a revelation.
You sent those demons? To kill me?
To keep you sharp.
Really?
If it wasn't for me, what do
you think would have happened?
The Mark needs to be sated, otherwise--
Otherwise I turn into a demon. Yeah.
Yeah, I sort of got that six weeks ago.
Just trying to help.
-You lied.
-Who do you think you're talking to here?
Does the Tin Man have a sheet-meta willy?
Of course I lied.
Okay.
Sit down. Sit.
I needed to keep you sharp for our
future, about which we need to talk.
-Our future?
-Professional future.
How to put this.
If I have to spend one more night in this
fetid petri dish of broken dreams and BO...
I will cut off my own face.
I don't know what you're talking about...
because I'm good. Hell, I'm great.
Really?
How many suicide wings can you eat?
How many one-hit wonders
can you karaoke to death?
Okay, see, the deal was...
we howl at the moon.
No timestamp. No expiration date.
We've howled. We've bayed.
We've done extraordinary things to triplets,
all of which have been massively entertaining.
I will treasure our Flickr albums forever.
But now it's time for us to accept
what we are and go back to work.
Pass.
Think of it, the king of hell...
Dean Winchester by his side,
together we rule, together we create...
the perfect hell.
And all of this that's bloomed
between us never ends.
We're not ending the party.
We're just moving the party.
Out with the club circuit,
in with the stadium tour.
Oh.
Did I forget to mention
I spoke to Moose earlier?
What?
Yes, apparently he's been
tracking us for some time now.
He got my text from the cell
of that demon that you stabbed.
Blah-blah-blah. It was...
Words were spoken. Emotions.
I realized, in retrospect, perhaps
too many words. Too many emotions.
-He traced the call.
-My bad.
I guess he'll be here
by morning, at the latest.
You sold me out.
Well, that's just lovely.
I don't know what's going on
with you, I truly don't...
but I've had just about enough of it.
"Sold you out"?
Try "doing you a favor".
Everything I've done for you for the past
six months: the Mark, the first blade...
midwifing you back to life,
offering you a seat by my side, has been...
a favor, a gift, whether
you see it or you don't.
Take the night.
Decide.
You know where to find me.
Hey.
-Need some help?
-Uh...
Yeah, I think so.
It just died on me.
-Out here?
-Yeah.
-Your ride really has it out for you, huh?
-I guess so.
Give you a hand with that?
-Yeah, I'd appreciate it. Thanks.
-Yeah.
Ugh. These new cars and their
computerized brains, huh?
One zero out of place and
the whole thing just goes kaput.
Heh.
Well, right there. There's your problem.
-What the hell is that?
-Well, that's a kill switch.
This here's the remote.
Guessing you're a righty.
There you go.
# Imaginary lovers #
Boo!
# Never turn you down #
Enough!
# When all the others #
# Turn you away #
# They're around #
# It's my private pleasure #
No more!
# Midnight fantasy #
You all suck.
Get off the stage, jackass.
Drink, tough guy.
No, I'm good.
Your funeral.
Hm.
What?
We'll go somewhere, you and me.
We are somewhere.
No.
Somewhere else.
Sweetie...
we barely know each other, and you're drunk.
Yeah, but, uh...
I protected your honor, didn't ?
Yeah...
I thought so too.
Seeing you take on Matt, I was like, "Wow".
No one's ever done that for me before.
Then you kept going and going...
and I realized whatever
is going on with you...
has nothing to do with my honor, at all.
Hm.
You got all that from a bar fight? Wow.
You're good.
I wait tables at a roadhouse.
I meet the bad guys.
I meet the good guys.
And maybe for a second there I thought
you were a good guy playing bad.
I don't know. It doesn't matter.
Maybe you're just--
The kind of guy who sleeps with every skank
in every small town dive he passes through.
Well, you really do know how to read people.
Because that sure as hell sounds like me.
Now, see...
I'm so screwed up myself...
I'm gonna walk out of here
thinking actually deserved that.
What I'll never understand is...
why angels won't acknowledge
the wisdom to be found down here?
What wisdom is to be gained from humans?
I'm not speaking to you.
Do you understand what he's--?
Fine.
But if you were to be free,
that is to be decided by all angels.
There's that angelic irony.
We're not going back there.
Not ever.
Adina.
This is Hannah and Castiel.
Stow the blade, please.
When she stows hers.
Hannah, what are you doing?
We'll never get a chance to
argue our freedom from prison.
You should have thought of that
before slaughtering one of your own.
We were talking.
We were getting somewhere.
Everybody just--
You want to be free? Go ahead.
Be free.
Hannah.
Stop this.
No. Daniel!
No.
We have to get her.
-She's gone.
-We have to.
Hannah, it's over.
Let's go.
Let's go.
Okay, home sweet home.
Breathe.
There you go.
You good, partner?
How's that chicken wing?
Who are you?
First time I broke my arm...
my older brother, Davey, had me riding
on the handles of his three-speed.
Decided to pop us a wheelie.
Look real fancy for all the
little pretties outside the DQ.
Well, we were looking
mighty good for a little bit.
And then whoop...
ass end over teakettle, boy.
Hurt like a son of a bitch.
You're Sam Winchester.
I think we both can agree on that.
Your older brother Dean, well...
he and I, we go way back.
You a hunter?
Sure.
Yeah, we can go with that.
Hunting your brother counts, right?
Heh.
I wouldn't do that.
-Yeah.
-Trust me.
Look, buddy, I don't know
who you are, all right?
I don't know what you want...
or what my brother did.
But if you got any sense...
I suggest you turn tail
and run back to that...
army recruiting ad that
spit you out in the first place.
-He's a monster.
-Well, he was.
Yeah, he was.
Many, many moons ago.
But now he's prey.
And I'm the monster now.
We have to report this.
And say what?
Things got out of control?
Another angel has died.
He was going to kill me, Castiel.
They just wanted to be left alone.
Without rules, there's chaos.
Out of chaos rise angels
like Naomi, Bartholomew...
Metatron.
Well, perhaps I've been down here
with them for too long.
There's seemingly...
nothing but chaos.
But not all bad comes from it.
Art.
Hope.
Love. Dreams.
But those are human things.
Yes.
I left you an open tab at the bar.
Knock yourself out.
Hell, I just may take you up on that.
-And who is this?
-Me?
I'm karma, brother.
-On my brother's phone?
-On your brother's phone.
-Is he dead?
-No, not yet.
As long as you show up where I tell
you, your brother will be just fine.
And how do I know he's still alive?
Speak.
-Proof of life.
-Dean!
-Got a pen?
-No, you listen to me.
There's no trade. There's no meetup.
There's no nothing...
except the 100 percent guarantee
that somewhere down the road...
I will find you, and I will kill you.
That'll be a cold comfort
to your dead brother.
I told him to let me go.
So whatever jam he's in now...
that is his problem.
Yeah. I'll be sure to pass that on
to him as I'm slitting his throat.
Yeah, you do that, because he knows me.
And he knows damn sure
that if I am one thing...
I am a man of my word.
[English - US - SDH]
.
No!
How's that stolen grace
inside you working out?
It's the bloody Mark of Cain.
Magic that powerful comes at a price.
And we don't know what that price is.
Drop the blade.
First time I touched that blade,
I knew I wouldn't be stopped.
I'm starting to think the blade
is doing something to you.
No!
Open your eyes, Dean.
Let's go take a howl at that moon.
I heard the rumors.
I said, "No, that can't be.
A Winchester? One of us?"
Heh. But it's true, isn't it?
Whatever soul you had...
whatever Boy Scout code
you cuddled up to at night...
it's all gone.
Leaving what?
Look at you.
Where is Crowley?
Eat me.
One more time.
Where is Crowley?
-Where's my brother?
-I don't know!
Then you're gonna call somebody who does.
No one knows.
-They won't answer.
-Make the call.
-We're under orders.
-Make the call!
Please.
Where's my brother?!
# Supernatural 10x01 #
Black
Original Air Date on October 7, 2014
Right. So no noticeable crop failures,
no mass cattle deaths, nothing.
Nothing new on the radar, nothing on
the scope. I'd say that's a good thing.
Yeah. you're right. I hear you, Mike.
Thanks. That is a good thing.
All right, well, keep me posted
if anything does pop up.
-All right. Watch yourself, Sam.
-Yeah, I will. You got it. Thanks.
Heh.
Sam, hello.
-I might have found something.
-Oh, good.
Good. Ahem.
Cass, you there?
-It's okay. I'm okay. Uh, go on.
-Okay, get this.
A John Doe who was murdered
in Wisconsin a week ago...
turns out to be this guy named
Drew Neely who went missing from...
some religious order in northern Ohio, okay?
-Yeah.
-Drew Neely has been missing for three years.
Killed his wife, his kids. Just disappeared.
I know it's thin...
-but if this guy was possessed--
-Well, that would make him the first--
The first lead, the first
anything we've seen n--
Sorry.
Actually, you know what?
Now that I'm looking at this more,
I think I, uh...
-I think I jumped the gun here, buddy.
-No, Sam, you said it was something.
Yeah. Uh...
It's... It's not.
I was wrong. Sorry.
-I can help.
-Cass...
-we tried that.
-Sam, you can't...
blame what that demon did
to your shoulder on me.
-You were out of--
-I'm not, okay.
I'm not blaming anything on you.
What happened, happened. And...
You need to be worrying about yourself.
I really shouldn't have bothered you.
-How are you, Sam? -Good.
I'm all right. I'm just tired, you know.
Be better when we get him back...
after I kick his butt.
I miss him.
Yeah.
Why would he just disappear?
-Who says he had a choice?
-Well, then who wrote the note?
You think there's any chance...
-any chance at all that Dean is still--?
-Still even remotely Dean?
# I'm too sexy for my love #
# too sexy for my love #
# love's going to leave me #
# and I'm too sexy for my shirt #
Oh, my ears are bleeding.
Hang it up.
# so sexy it hurts #
# and I'm too sexy for Milan #
# too sexy for Milan, New York and Japan #
Dude, who told you you can sing?
Turn it off!
Get off the stage.
Everybody.
Okay.
Wow.
What time is it? Darryl's gonna kill me
if I'm late for my break again.
Oops.
Damn.
Told you to hurry it up.
Then you had to go and do
that thing with the thing.
Oh, you mean that thing
that you were begging me for?
Begging you to hurry it up, maybe.
Well, let's not argue about good sex.
-It was good, wasn't it?
-Mm-hm.
Just, uh...
don't get too excited, you know...
or too attached, because
I'm just rolling through.
You know...
there's about a million other
ways you could have said that.
Whoa.
"Whoa"?
What's going on here?
-What's t look like?
-In my bed?
What?
Oh, yeah.
-Jerk.
-Bitch.
-Get a room, you two.
-Had a room until you two soiled it.
Love you, Crowley.
Love you more, sweetheart.
-Anne Marie, jackass.
-Knew that.
Pants?
Best of three.
Losers buy the beer.
Lots of beer.
Girl seemed nice. Ungh!
Slightly damaged.
I could see the old you falling for that.
Yeah. well, not to worry.
She means nothing.
Good. Good.
You and I, we're rolling stones.
No distractions.
-Knock it down. Knock it down.
-Stop talking.
You're bodging it.
-Yeah!
-Would you shut up?
Keep talking, I can't play the game.
-Let's go. Come on, let's go.
-Hang on.
-Get off me.
-Why are you doing this to me?
-You need to calm down. Stop it.
-Where were you?
-Is this him?
-There a problem?
-Hey, you Matt?
-Ungh!
Dean.
You need to get away from here.
Don't try and contact her.
In fact, don't even think about her.
You understand me?
Just a moment.
-Castiel.
-Hannah.
I'm sensing awkwardness.
So...
there's no leader,
you're governing yourselves?
Mostly.
There's lots of meeting on
rebuilding and reorganization.
-Lots of reconciliation.
-And Metatron?
Still in jail.
His door has been made permanent.
I would've thought we'd see you sooner.
-I would've come sooner, but--
-I'm glad you didn't.
You see...
I need your help.
Heaven needs your help.
Anything.
Most of the angels who fell during
the fall have returned to heaven.
Afew have not.
Some out-and-out refuse. Rogues.
Two of them have killed one of our own
for only attempting to bring them back home.
-Who were they?
-Daniel and Adina.
They must be found.
They must be brought home, and they
must be punished, for the sake of all.
Would you help me?
Yes.
Appreciate you coming down, agent.
But I'm afraid you may have
just cost Uncle Sam a tank of gas.
-Why's that?
-You came up here to investigate...
-Drew Neely's murder, right?
-Right.
Problem is no one's certain
it was a murder at all.
-What are we dealing with here? A suicide?
-Self-defense, more likely.
The surveillance footage was corrupted.
Our techies finally managed
to clean up the file.
Hold on a sec now.
We can do this however you want.
Don't pretend I didn't
see you this afternoon.
Did you get a good look?
See my moves?
I hope so, because I sure
could use the competition.
That John Doe right there
you want to keep your eye on.
Son of a bitch.
Watch.
All you Abaddon groupers
are the same, you know that?
You, the douche that jumped
me at the gas station...
you just can't accept that
the queen is dead, can you?
Maybe we just can't accept that a douche
like you was the one who killed her.
Ah.
Yeah, that's gotta hurt, doesn't it?
Okay, now, porn guy is
just minding his own business.
-And there's Drew Neely. See the knife?
-Yeah.
That's intent right there.
Now watch this.
Looks like a cutlass or something.
I don't know what the hell this is.
Problem is we don't know if
this guy's a hero or a psychopath.
That's the image that's
getting uploaded to the wires.
Detective, do you mind if, uh,
I take another look at this?
-Knock yourself out. Be back in a few.
-Right.
Fax, Dad.
-Who's it from, buddy?
-Doesn't say. There's a picture.
Thanks a lot, bud.
Is it him?
-I didn't know angels could get nauseous.
-I just need a moment.
It's my fault.
I'll take the curves faster.
And you, Castiel?
-You're feeling well?
-Oh, yes.
Like a million dollars.
-That's not true.
-It's my truth.
When you left heaven,
your borrowed grace was falling.
-By the looks of you,
you've only gotten worse. -I'm fine.
You're dying, Castiel.
-You need more grace.
-We have a mission in front of us...
that supersedes my needs.
All of our needs, don't you agree?
You're a good soldier, Hannah.
One of the best.
Metatron certainly could not have been
brought to heel without your bravery.
Or yours.
You must take care of yourself, Castiel.
And another angel should die,
so that I can be saved?
Is this really that hard to understand?
Hannah.
I'm feeling better now.
Oh, yeah. Porn guy was an animal.
Bro came at him like, "What".
And he was all like, "What".
Say my name. Say my name!
Say my name.
There was a lot of blood.
Right.
Um...
When the guy, uh--
When-- Ahem. When...
"porn guy" came in, did he say anything?
"Where's the porn?"
That's all he said?
Did he buy anything?
Did he use a credit card?
Nothing.
So some guy comes in, kills another
guy in your store, on your watch...
and you just--
You what? Keep on keeping on?
You mean when porn guy was stabbing the
other guy to death 10 feet in front of me...
and I was having a code-brown moment...
in my favorite freaking pants
because I thought I was next?
Did I conduct a field interview?
No.
Oh, hey, uh, can you do me a solid?
Found this wedged under the teepee.
I think it's the dead guy's phone, and
if you're heading back to the station...
-You're dead.
-Nope.
-Just using a dead man's phone.
-Moose.
Took you long enough.
Your brother and I were beginning to wonder
if you'd hit another dog, you know.
My brother is dead, Crowley.
I know you have...
some demon parading around
in his meat suit, and trust me...
-you are gonna pay for that.
-Moose, Moose...
I'm afraid you haven't allowed yourself
to dream quite big enough here.
Your brother is very much alive,
courtesy of the Mark.
The only demonized soul inside
of Dean is his and his alone.
Wee bit more twisted...
a little more mangled
beyond human recognition...
but I can assure you, all his.
There now, feel better?
And the, uh, Abaddon supporters
you've been sending to kill my brother?
How does Dean feel about that double cross?
If that's what you think, then you're
more out of your depths than I thought.
I don't know how you did this...
what kind of black-magic stunt you pulled.
But hear me...
I will save my brother...
or die trying.
You know what tickles me about all this?
It's what's really eating you up.
You don't care that he's a demon.
Heck, you've been a demon.
We've all been demons.
No, it's that he's with me...
and he's having the time of his life.
You can't stand the fact that he's mine.
-He's not your pet.
-My pet?
He's my best friend.
My partner in crime.
They'll write songs about us.
Graphic novels.
The Misadventures of Crowley and Squirrel.
Dean Winchester completes me...
and that's what makes you
lose your chickens.
I am going to find you.
I am going to save my brother...
and then I'm going to kill you dead.
Well, that's the operative phrase,
isn't it? "Find you".
Good luck with that.
Daniel.
What are you fishing for?
Trout, mostly.
We do love a good curly-tailed grub.
Trick is to find that special spot,
just outside the run...
where the big ones...
the smart ones are holding low.
Do they--?
Do they put up much of a fight?
The ones who truly want to be free...
they do.
You're here about our brother who died.
-Does that surprise you?
-I can assure you...
had he left us alone,
no one would have been harmed.
His orders were to not leave
you alone, and you killed him.
And heaven sends two more.
What is it about us angels that
we can't seem to get the message?
Perhaps it's you who has
failed to get the message.
All of us serve at heaven's command.
I suppose.
But that was before the fall, wasn't it?
You are an angel.
-Once and forever.
-Dropped...
unwillingly...
unknowingly...
into a strange land.
A land that as it turns out...
celebrates the free, the individual.
For the first time in
thousands of years, I have choices.
And with each choice...
-I begin to discover who I really am--
-This is nonsense.
Because they don't teach you this in heaven?
Perhaps they should.
Then you would understand
why it's worth fighting for.
He's taunting us.
And then what? We kill him?
Or he kills us?
-There are orders.
-And there is time.
-To hear more of this?
-To convince him.
To do the right thing.
Besides, Hannah...
we still don't even know
where the other one is.
The woman.
You'll have to stay for sunset.
Nighttime around here is a revelation.
You sent those demons? To kill me?
To keep you sharp.
Really?
If it wasn't for me, what do
you think would have happened?
The Mark needs to be sated, otherwise--
Otherwise I turn into a demon. Yeah.
Yeah, I sort of got that six weeks ago.
Just trying to help.
-You lied.
-Who do you think you're talking to here?
Does the Tin Man have a sheet-meta willy?
Of course I lied.
Okay.
Sit down. Sit.
I needed to keep you sharp for our
future, about which we need to talk.
-Our future?
-Professional future.
How to put this.
If I have to spend one more night in this
fetid petri dish of broken dreams and BO...
I will cut off my own face.
I don't know what you're talking about...
because I'm good. Hell, I'm great.
Really?
How many suicide wings can you eat?
How many one-hit wonders
can you karaoke to death?
Okay, see, the deal was...
we howl at the moon.
No timestamp. No expiration date.
We've howled. We've bayed.
We've done extraordinary things to triplets,
all of which have been massively entertaining.
I will treasure our Flickr albums forever.
But now it's time for us to accept
what we are and go back to work.
Pass.
Think of it, the king of hell...
Dean Winchester by his side,
together we rule, together we create...
the perfect hell.
And all of this that's bloomed
between us never ends.
We're not ending the party.
We're just moving the party.
Out with the club circuit,
in with the stadium tour.
Oh.
Did I forget to mention
I spoke to Moose earlier?
What?
Yes, apparently he's been
tracking us for some time now.
He got my text from the cell
of that demon that you stabbed.
Blah-blah-blah. It was...
Words were spoken. Emotions.
I realized, in retrospect, perhaps
too many words. Too many emotions.
-He traced the call.
-My bad.
I guess he'll be here
by morning, at the latest.
You sold me out.
Well, that's just lovely.
I don't know what's going on
with you, I truly don't...
but I've had just about enough of it.
"Sold you out"?
Try "doing you a favor".
Everything I've done for you for the past
six months: the Mark, the first blade...
midwifing you back to life,
offering you a seat by my side, has been...
a favor, a gift, whether
you see it or you don't.
Take the night.
Decide.
You know where to find me.
Hey.
-Need some help?
-Uh...
Yeah, I think so.
It just died on me.
-Out here?
-Yeah.
-Your ride really has it out for you, huh?
-I guess so.
Give you a hand with that?
-Yeah, I'd appreciate it. Thanks.
-Yeah.
Ugh. These new cars and their
computerized brains, huh?
One zero out of place and
the whole thing just goes kaput.
Heh.
Well, right there. There's your problem.
-What the hell is that?
-Well, that's a kill switch.
This here's the remote.
Guessing you're a righty.
There you go.
# Imaginary lovers #
Boo!
# Never turn you down #
Enough!
# When all the others #
# Turn you away #
# They're around #
# It's my private pleasure #
No more!
# Midnight fantasy #
You all suck.
Get off the stage, jackass.
Drink, tough guy.
No, I'm good.
Your funeral.
Hm.
What?
We'll go somewhere, you and me.
We are somewhere.
No.
Somewhere else.
Sweetie...
we barely know each other, and you're drunk.
Yeah, but, uh...
I protected your honor, didn't ?
Yeah...
I thought so too.
Seeing you take on Matt, I was like, "Wow".
No one's ever done that for me before.
Then you kept going and going...
and I realized whatever
is going on with you...
has nothing to do with my honor, at all.
Hm.
You got all that from a bar fight? Wow.
You're good.
I wait tables at a roadhouse.
I meet the bad guys.
I meet the good guys.
And maybe for a second there I thought
you were a good guy playing bad.
I don't know. It doesn't matter.
Maybe you're just--
The kind of guy who sleeps with every skank
in every small town dive he passes through.
Well, you really do know how to read people.
Because that sure as hell sounds like me.
Now, see...
I'm so screwed up myself...
I'm gonna walk out of here
thinking actually deserved that.
What I'll never understand is...
why angels won't acknowledge
the wisdom to be found down here?
What wisdom is to be gained from humans?
I'm not speaking to you.
Do you understand what he's--?
Fine.
But if you were to be free,
that is to be decided by all angels.
There's that angelic irony.
We're not going back there.
Not ever.
Adina.
This is Hannah and Castiel.
Stow the blade, please.
When she stows hers.
Hannah, what are you doing?
We'll never get a chance to
argue our freedom from prison.
You should have thought of that
before slaughtering one of your own.
We were talking.
We were getting somewhere.
Everybody just--
You want to be free? Go ahead.
Be free.
Hannah.
Stop this.
No. Daniel!
No.
We have to get her.
-She's gone.
-We have to.
Hannah, it's over.
Let's go.
Let's go.
Okay, home sweet home.
Breathe.
There you go.
You good, partner?
How's that chicken wing?
Who are you?
First time I broke my arm...
my older brother, Davey, had me riding
on the handles of his three-speed.
Decided to pop us a wheelie.
Look real fancy for all the
little pretties outside the DQ.
Well, we were looking
mighty good for a little bit.
And then whoop...
ass end over teakettle, boy.
Hurt like a son of a bitch.
You're Sam Winchester.
I think we both can agree on that.
Your older brother Dean, well...
he and I, we go way back.
You a hunter?
Sure.
Yeah, we can go with that.
Hunting your brother counts, right?
Heh.
I wouldn't do that.
-Yeah.
-Trust me.
Look, buddy, I don't know
who you are, all right?
I don't know what you want...
or what my brother did.
But if you got any sense...
I suggest you turn tail
and run back to that...
army recruiting ad that
spit you out in the first place.
-He's a monster.
-Well, he was.
Yeah, he was.
Many, many moons ago.
But now he's prey.
And I'm the monster now.
We have to report this.
And say what?
Things got out of control?
Another angel has died.
He was going to kill me, Castiel.
They just wanted to be left alone.
Without rules, there's chaos.
Out of chaos rise angels
like Naomi, Bartholomew...
Metatron.
Well, perhaps I've been down here
with them for too long.
There's seemingly...
nothing but chaos.
But not all bad comes from it.
Art.
Hope.
Love. Dreams.
But those are human things.
Yes.
I left you an open tab at the bar.
Knock yourself out.
Hell, I just may take you up on that.
-And who is this?
-Me?
I'm karma, brother.
-On my brother's phone?
-On your brother's phone.
-Is he dead?
-No, not yet.
As long as you show up where I tell
you, your brother will be just fine.
And how do I know he's still alive?
Speak.
-Proof of life.
-Dean!
-Got a pen?
-No, you listen to me.
There's no trade. There's no meetup.
There's no nothing...
except the 100 percent guarantee
that somewhere down the road...
I will find you, and I will kill you.
That'll be a cold comfort
to your dead brother.
I told him to let me go.
So whatever jam he's in now...
that is his problem.
Yeah. I'll be sure to pass that on
to him as I'm slitting his throat.
Yeah, you do that, because he knows me.
And he knows damn sure
that if I am one thing...
I am a man of my word.
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