Supernatural (2005–…): Season 10, Episode 21 - Dark Dynasty - full transcript

You ruined my life, Olivette.

-Is that her?
-Poetic justice, if you ask me.

The Styne family.

They've been after me since
I dug up the Book of the Damned.

All the spells they used came
from a book of unspeakable evil.

My family will never stop
looking for that book.

You've got to figure a way
to get the Mark of Cain off Dean...

-before it turns him back into a demon.
-There is a cure for the Mark in the book.

It comes at a price.
We've got to destroy it.

Going behind his back ain't the best idea.

-Sam. Burn it, now.
-And I know it's the life...



doing a little bad
so you can do a lot of good.

Would you help me?

Sometimes the bad's real bad.

And the good, it can come
at one hell of a price.

-Kill my son.
-I'll kill Crowley.

-Can you read the book?
-Bring me Nadya's Codex...

and I'll give you your cure.

-We had an agreement.
-You want out? Hurry up.

Ah, you must be Eileen.

Yes, I'm here for the interview. Thank you
so much for fitting me in after hours.

As you can see, I'm in good health...

and my eyesight is 20/20,
which is important, yes?

Because this is a research study on eyesight?

Mm-hm.



My friends and I do as many
of these studies as we can...

because we're all on budgets...

and the money from these helps with college.

-Okay, everything seems to be in order.
-Okay.

Let's take a peek at these eyes.

Okay.

No, no. No! No!

Everything okay in there?

What's going on?

Everything okay?

Hey.

# Supernatural 10x21 #
Dark Dinasty
Original Air Date on May 6, 2015

Wait, nothing? You've got nothing?

Rowena, it's been days.

-You said the Codex would crack the code.
-I am an artist, Samuel.

These things cannot be rushed.

Perhaps if I weren't chained up.

-I'm not at full strength.
-Yeah, and you won't be at full strength.

No witchcraft.

Look, I need the cure
for my brother from the book...

-and if you are staling--
-Why on Earth would I stall?

I want the Mark off your brother
for my own protection.

Out of these chains, out of this pit...

you to hold up your end
of the deal and kill Crowley.

You remember the deal, do you not, Samuel?

Believe me, I have no issue killing Crowley.

The problem is, the language Nadya used
in the Codex is damn near indecipherable.

She was a gifted witch, but a selfish pig.

Once she cracked a code, she then
coded its secrets for herself.

So now we need to break
a code to break a code?

Quick, aren't you?

Listen, Dean gets worse every day.

Get this done.

You won't forget the
grocery shopping, will you?

No.

Astounding.

Astounding and disappointing.

There was a time, Eldon,
when I would call you our most promising.

You ask your brothers and your cousins.

But clearly you have been spoiled and
overindulged and the result is arrogance.

The utter lack of judgment.

You thought you'd take time for a little
quickie with that girl before you harvested her?

-Sir--
-And you were discovered by a witness.

We don't have witnesses.

And left a body behind.

And we certainly don't leave
behind bodies when we harvest.

The whole key to our success
all these centuries is secrecy.

Daddy. I've never done
anything like this before.

I haven't been myself...

-ever since Jacob died.
-Oh, no.

No, no, no.

Don't you dare cheapen
the memory of your brother...

by using him as an excuse
for your foolishness.

I'm filled with regret, sir.

I doubt that.

But you will be, if you are cast down
to the lower echelons of this family...

where you will exchange
your title of son and heir...

for lab rat.

I made this single mistake.

Discipline.

It is all that holds our life together.
If it unravels, we are done.

Here's how you'll redeem yourself.

First, clean up your mess in Omaha.

Next, you will track down these Winchesters-

who murdered your brother Jacob...

and who may now have in their
possess on the Book of the Damned.

It will be done.

Sir? Uncle Monroe?

Yes, Eli?

I was wondering if it was best...

to put such an important assignment
in Eldon's hands, since his...

judgment is so questionable.

That's very bold of you, Eli,
considering your own issues.

My issues, sir?

The mysterious redheaded girl your
cousin Jacob was tracking when he died...

the one that stole the book.

Was that task not passed on to you?

-Have you located her?
-I'm trying, sir.

There's still no trace of her.

Well, if the Winchesters
don't have the book, she's got it.

So if you're so worried
that your cousin will fail...

report in with Eldon and back his effort.

Now, get out.

Wow.

-Hey.
-You look like crap on toast.

I just haven't really been sleeping well.

-Is there a woman you haven't mentioned?
-A woman?

I'm just saying, you weren't here
when I went to bed...

you've been running off on your own
a lot these past couple weeks.

I do that.

You actually don't.

Dean, we don't always do the exact
same thing at the exact same time.

Remember when you went off
and snuffed that vampire nest?

-Have you been snuffing vamps' nests?
-No, I...

What is that? What are you doing?

So those goons that were
after the book, the Stynes?

Well, the one that we killed
said that he had a big family.

So if there's more out there,
we should get to know as much as we can.

-And?
-Well, there's pretty much what we do know.

Screwed with financial markets...

they helped Hitler get started.
God knows what else, probably disco.

But you go back to the 1800s
and the trail goes dead.

Nothing in the research or online.
Like the family just popped up one day.

-Families don't usually do that.
-No, they do not.

It hasn't been a total waste of time.
I caught us a case.

There's a mention online
of a murder in Omaha.

Victim's eyes were cut out, janitor runs in
just as the killer jumps out the window.

-That's it?
-The window was on the third story.

Look, man, I'm just trying
to stay busy here, okay?

Unless you have bigger fish to fry.

No, I'm sold. I'm in.

All right, well, I'm gonna hit it.
You probably should too.

We'll leave first thing in the a.m.

-Hey, Charlie.
-Hey, it is you.

Uh, in a beat-up, prehistoric subcompact.

But why here?
I could have come to the Death Star.

No, no, this is, uh...

This is better, actually.

We're not gonna be working
in the bunker, so...

Uh-huh.

What is this about again?
You were kind of vague.

Okay, so here's the thing:
Dean is not getting any better.

I feel like if we don't get the Mark
off his arm, it's gonna eat him up.

I get it, but what are we gonna do about it?

I got ahold of a Codex which is a collection
of supernatural code-breaking tools...

and it should help crack
the Book of the Damned.

That would be awesome if the book,
you know, actually existed.

It does.

I, um...

I swapped it out right before
it looked like I burned it.

Okay, well, Dean wanted
it burned, so is he pissed?

Of course, he doesn't know.

-Jeez, the two of you.
-Charlie, he's not himself.

He's not, he would try and stop me.
He's given up.

Look, I called in an expert to use the Codex-

but it turns out it's sort of encoded also...

so I thought you might help
move things along faster.

Behind Dean's back?

After Dean told us the stupid book
would kick our asses if we messed with it?

Is there any part of this that doesn't reek?

Did I mention you'll be working with one
of the most dangerous witches in the word?

I don't know, Sam.

As far as I can tell,
this is our only shot at saving him.

If we don't take it...

he's gone.

I thought I was clear, Samuel.

I requested more time, not an assistant.

And I thought I was clear, Rowena.

Charlie is not your assistant.

You're hers.

And you studied your craft where?

Mostly a joint called "Mas Java".

-Excellent Wi-Fi.
-I have not heard of this institution...

and I know all the centers of witchcraft.

Makes sense, because I'm not a witch.
I'm a nerd.

And I know all the great centers of nerddom.

Rowena, are you done marking your turf?

Charlie has tech chops that'll
speed up cracking Nadya's Codex.

You will spot the ancient curses and spells-

and that'll put this whole mess in context.

Cass. Are you in on this too?

Hell's bells, more distractions.

What are you? Witch or nerd?

-Angel.
-Beg pardon?

Castiel has powers...

spiritual muscle, that'll
help safeguard the work.

Safeguard it from what?

You.

I can't be here full-time to referee.

-And I can?
-Yes, please.

Please do this for me.

What are the rules? If I'm gonna referee,
I should at least know them.

Quite literal, aren't you?

Does he know that the first rule is,
"Don't tell your brother what we're doing"?

Dean doesn't know?

-Sam, this never ends well.
-That's exactly what I said.

Okay, everyone take a breath.

Look, we're up against it, okay?
And we've all been up against it before...

and we know there are times
when every choice sucks. Now, us...

lying to Dean is the choice
that sucks the least.

We have to make this work.

Please.

Okay, yeah.

For Dean.

Cass?

Okay, for Dean.

For Dean.

I barely know the man.

I hope this is important.

I have a perfect game going.

There's a problem, Majesty.

Just for once, I wish you trolls
would bring me some good news.

"Sire, Missouri has boils".
Something cheerful.

-It's Your Majesty's mother.
-What about my mother?

She's missing.

What?

You've heard of killing the messenger?

Don't come back without news of my mother.

Shut up.

Nice grouping.

The police told me no one was allowed in.
That didn't mean the FBI, right?

-The janitor came in right after the killing?
-He heard screaming.

Maybe when her eyeballs were scooped out?

Janitor saw a man jump out
the window and run down the alley.

Running.

After, uh, falling three stores.

That's what it looked like.

-Security footage?
-Yeah, sure.

But just one of them caught any action.
Out in the alley.

That's the guy who rented the office.

-That's pretty slick for a three-story drop.
-Wait a second, can you, uh, play it again?

Yeah.

Keep going.

Okay, freeze there.

Zoom in.

Same ink as the Stynes.

-How long was he renting here?
-Just a month.

But, uh, I only saw him a day or so.

Some sort of clinical trial
using student volunteers.

He didn't mention eyeballs.

Hmm.

I guess you're gonna ask
about that from now on. huh?

Excuse me.

Listen. you, uh, remember
anything else, give us a call.

Telemarketer.

You're quite the Chatty Patty.

-What did you tell those two?
-Hardly anything. Nothing.

I've got nothing to say.

I believe you.

-Damn it.
-That miraculous machine of yours...

hasn't solved everything by now?
Ahem. Overrated, I'd say.

I'm using the computer to find
a pattern in the book's coding.

Or any synchronicity with
the symbols in Nadya's Codex.

I'm more old school.
I read the signs nature shows me.

The forces that ruled before there was man.

Wow, why didn't I think of that?

Okay, it sounds like
blood sugar is dipping in here.

I got snacks.

When I was human...

I grew very fond of these pork rinds.

What do you know about the chick
who wrote the Book of the Damned?

Agnes was a hermit nun
and as mad as a hatter.

Made it her business to undo curses.

Like the one that caused the Mark of Cain.

As in any struggle between good
and evil, balance is required.

To cure one curse. Agnes had
to know how to inflict another.

They live side-by-side in the magic world.
One cannot be without the other.

Sure, sure, like a binary system.

So I gotta think like a hermit nun.

-Did I mention they burned her alive?
-They?

A cornucopia of curses and satanic visions
did not go unnoticed by the church hierarchy.

These men would not abide a rogue nun.

Poor Agnes. Ahead of her time.

Much like you and I.

Well.

I actually don't see our
similarities all that much.

Because you're young and good...

and I'm ancient and evil, is that it?

What...?

Let me tell you about you.

A difficult and lonely childhood.

Tragedy. Absent parents.

Always outside the mainstream.

Sexually progressive.

Living in your own head
for solace and direction.

Yeah, but still, we are pretty different.

I read you the minute I saw you.

And I'm sure you're learning that the line
between good and evil is quite flexible.

But we part company when
it comes to blind devotion.

Case in point, the Winchesters.

You've made them the family
you don't have. Foolish.

Sam and Dean are like my brothers.
I love them.

I know.

And that steadfast loyalty
will be your undoing, my girl.

So why would the Stynes be actually
up to the eyeballs in murder?

What's the connection?

You take a few Stynes down, more pop up.
I mean, how many are there?

All I can say is I'm glad we burned that book.
At least they can't get their mitts on that.

Yeah. Um, what about you?

How are you doing?

-Oh, you mean the thing?
-Yeah.

I don't know. Some dark thoughts,
creepy visions, violent urges.

Same old, same old.

I'm happy I've got a murder
to focus on, though.

Cass?

-Sam.
-No, it's Dean.

-What's up?
-Nothing. I'm just staying in touch.

Like I do.

-Something on your mind?
-No, this call is pointless.

My ride's here.

-Hey.
-Hey.

The fridge is picked clean.
Your turn to fly, I buy.

That's mine, right?

Hey, uh, have you talked to Cass recently?

No. Not for a while. Why?

I was just wondering what he's up to.

-He's got to be up to something, right?
-Yeah.

Angel stuff or... I don't know.

Yeah.

All right, vote for pizza.

Yes. Yes, Rowena is a handful.

Oh, mercy. Snakes in the bed.

That would set my teeth on edge.

If I owned a bed. Or slept. Ever.

Look, I get it. She's unpleasant, she's
horrible, she has a messy workstation.

What's the dirt?

Must be something I don't know about her.

Something I could hold
over her as a bargaining chip.

A demon lover?

You don't need to paint a picture.
Is there anything else?

Really?

Are you sure?

I need a minion.

We are scouring the planet, sire.
Around the clock.

-We will not rest until your mother is found.
-I should say you won't.

And I have another mission for you.

-Yes, sir.
-Locate this person, immediately.

I don't care what it takes.

Fail on pain of infinite pain.

On it, Your Majesty.

You're still here.

Surrounded by mediocrity.

It's a wonder I stay so buoyant.

All right, hold it right there.

Hey, hold it.

I said, hold it.

I am doing my best...

but with her criticizing.
breathing down my neck...

trying to sign me up for team witch...

oh, oh, and moaning how the one
good year for music was 1723...

-I am going crazy. I mean, she is evil.
-I know.

She is a wicked witch, so by definition--

No, no, no, I mean something
bad is gonna happen here.

Castiel, man, just spring me for two
hours. One hour. Any place quiet.

Dean is my buddy and I cannot screw this up-

but my mind, it's a wad of gummy worms.

Please.

Here's how this works.
You're strong, I'll give you that.

But you can bleed and hurt...

so I'll ask questions,
you give answers...

or it's gonna get crazy real quick.

Well, I hope you got some time.

I'm not the usual breed of cat.

Neither are we.

Did you kill that girl in Omaha?

Yeah.

So it's true.

You have the Mark of Cain. My sympathies.

That's why you wanted the book.
To remove it.

We wanted the book because
that's where your power comes from.

See, our family business is
putting guys like you out of business.

Oh.

That's impressive.

Let me tell you about my family business.

You're in way over your heads.

The family is vast, spread over the world...

and that power you mentioned
doesn't come from the book...

it comes from intelligence and will.

The book facilitates.

Stock market dive, recession, 9/11,
any of them ring a bell?

Arab Spring? Didn't even break a sweat.

Okay. Why?

Well, you got to be in it to win it, boys.

You see, chaos breeds fear,
fear breeds panic...

and panic breeds desperation.

And there's always profit
to be made from desperation.

You make a big enough mess,
it has to get cleaned up.

We've been in the fix-it business
for a thousand years...

and business has never been better.

Now, for the last 80 years
we haven't had the book.

With the book, we're unstoppable.

Cass, what's going on? Make it quick.

The girl you killed, why take her eyes?

That whole situation. Unfortunate.

We normally never leave
a body when we harvest.

When you what?

It's a family specialty.

Bioengineering. Surgical enhancement.

And I'm not talking about nose jobs.

See? Two hearts in here.

A bunch of extra muscle,
especially in the legs.

Every man in the family's
had a littIe something.

Pretty much what you'd expect
though, given the family tree.

-The Stynes?
-The real family tree.

The name was altered out of necessity.

You have chanced upon a lineage...

with a long and proud tradition.

And some unwanted notoriety.

One of Europe's oldest families.

The House of...

Frankenstein.

-Let me focus.
-Biggest witches of history...

have sought my counsel and yet
you spurned me when I offered myself.

I don't think I'm making myself clear.
I've got a situation here.

There's no way Charlie can go off by herself.
Dangerous people are looking for her.

-Fine, I'll go with her.
-You can't leave Rowena alone either.

Nothing is getting done.

Then separate them.
Do the best you can.

The Frankensteins aren't real.
They're made-up.

Of course.

And we never had a family
acquaintance named Mary Shelley...

who spent a few nights
in Castle Frankenstein...

and stumbled upon our secrets...

and forced us to change
our name and go underground.

So why didn't Shelley go public?

She wrote a book.
It doesn't get more public than that.

Hmm.

But no one believed it to be true,
just like no one's gonna believe you.

Well, as long as my brother and me believe...

that's enough.

Yeah, well...

as mighty as I'm sure your little family is-

mine is a juggernaut.

We're not ordinary men, we're Spartans.

But you aren't immortal.

What we are is expendable.

I go down, there's an army
of replacements behind me.

And where does this army call home? Hmm?

Who's the Big Daddy Frankenstein?

Were you here when I mentioned
that we're underground?

-There are secrets.
-Well, I'm swell at uncovering secrets.

You give me the book...

and it's conceivable that
we could have a conversation.

The book?

Dude, we don't have the book.

The book was burned.

The book is protected by a spell.

It's eternal.

It cannot be destroyed.

Look, Cass, I've got to get back.

Handle this. I'll be there as soon as I can.

-What are you doing?
-Uh, something came up.

-What?
-It's handled.

What's going on? Get any more out of him?

Yeah, an earful. Truly.

Let me ask you something.

Oh, my God, he ripped it off.

Alone time? Why does she need alone time?

A bit of a prima donna, if you ask me.

The girl is simply out of her league.

Without me, the work grinds to a halt.

Rowena, she needs quiet.

She's under pressure and it doesn't help
she feels like she's betraying her friend.

Oh, betrayal. Pfft.

She'll get over it.

Once she has children of her own,
she' I know all about betrayal.

You have a child?

Do have a child?

The King of Hell, that's all. The king.

Crowley is your son?

Well, that explains a lot.

I'm sure that was quite a challenge.

Well, back to it, eh?
We're wasting time in here.

I'm gonna see how she's doing.

Charlie?

I know where she is.

Now, I can take care
of it for you if you want.

-It would be my pleasure.
-No, I need to handle this.

-Give me the ocation.
-You got a pencil?

-Just spill.
-A dump called the Blackbird Motel.

Registered under the name Carrie Asimov.

Hey, any sign of him?

A lot of signs, just no him.

I followed the blood trail, which, by the way,
was like the Mississippi, until it ran dry.

Meaning what, he bled out?

Meaning that the trail stopped.

Vanished. Nada.

He sure must've thought he was gonna
win that one because, phew, was he gabby.

I've been going through everything on the
Frankensteins and it's just like Eldon said.

I mean, a thousand years of nasty.

They made a ton mopping up the Black Plague-

they started the Hundred Years War.

You know, I thought,
"Man, there's a lot of them Stynes."

You know, it's like alpha male central.

And then I thought, and this is key...

I thought, "This is bad,
but it would really blow...

if these guys had the book."

At least they don't have the damn book.

Yeah. Yeah.

At least the damn book burned.

Right, Sam?

But then Eldon Frankenstein,
he hits me with this fun fact.

He says that the book can't be destroyed.

He says that it can't be sliced,
diced, shredded, burned, drowned...

cannot be destroyed. Isn't that crazy?

Because...

I know I saw something burn.

Sam, you answer that, so help me.

-Hey.
-Sam, she's gone.

-Who's gone?
-I've looked everywhere.

Charlie is gone.

Ezekiel. Seven letters.

Seven represents The Seeker.

Okay.

Okay.

Saints represent groups of letters...

that represent numbers...

that stand for concepts represented by...

Oh, wow.

I might be a genius.

I know you're in here, Ms. Asimov.

You have it. I want it.

I don't freaking believe it.
You got Charlie involved with this again?

And now she's missing?

Charlie, where are you?

Um, a motel. The Blackbird.
Sam, someone is here.

They think I have the book.

-If you have the book, give it to them.
-Charlie has the damn Book of the Damned?

No, I don't have it.
I just-- I have my notes.

Then give them your notes, Charlie.
Give them the code, whatever they want.

Charlie, I don't know
what is going on, but listen.

Give whoever that is
whatever they want, understand?

Charlie?

I can't do that, Dean.

So you had the book the whole time.

Dude, you lied right to my face.

It was our only chance
to get you free, I grabbed it.

-I made it clear how I felt.
You consider that? -Dean, listen--

And then you pulled Cass into it.
And Charlie.

Charlie loves you, Dean.

We all love you.

You're gonna give me what's mine.

Mine and my family's.

Oh, God.

Charlie?

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