Supernatural (2005–…): Season 6, Episode 21 - Let It Bleed - full transcript

I know what I want, but I can't have it.
Not how you live.

I'm trying to get over you.

You love someone doesn't mean
you stick around, screw up their life.

You're walking out on family.

- What do you know about dragons?
- Dr. Visyak. Medieval studies, SFU.

Bobby Singer.

Tell him something for me next time.

Actually, just kick him in the jewels.

- Raphael...
- Tomorrow you kneel, Castiel.

Are you proposing
that I start a civil war in heaven?

Ding, ding, ding.



- Balthazar.
- Of course I wanna help you.

The amount of power
that it would take to mount a war...

But what if I said
I knew how to go nuclear? Purgatory.

You and Crowley are going
after purgatory together?

- Just kill the Winchesters.
- No.

- Then I'll do it myself.
- If you touch a hair on their heads...

I will tear it all down,
our arrangement.

- Hello, Dean.
- You're like a brother to me.

So if I'm asking you not to do
something, you gotta trust me, man.

Or what?

Or I'll have to do
what I have to do to stop you.

I'm sorry, Dean.

Hello?

Hello?



Please, we didn't know.

I'm sorry.

Well, you know what?
At least you tried.

Yeah, a fat lot of good it did.

Why did he even come, right?

Well, Samuel's journals are pointless.

I mean, I'm sorry, but Jebediah Campbell
has squat to tell me...

about how to stop Cass
from cracking purgatory.

Well, actually,
it's not about the journals we have.

It's about the one we don't.

Meaning what?

Well, that's the bad news.

Our pal, Cass, didn't stop in last night
just to mend fences.

What did he do?

Stole something.

- What?
- The journal of one Moishe Campbell.

Moishe?

Of the New York Campbells.

Wha...? So we gotta get it back, right?

Well, just read the copy
I had already made.

Hi, glad to meet you.

Bobby Singer, paranoid bastard.

I think I zeroed in on something.

What do you got?

"Went to talk to Howard Phillips
about the events of March 10th."

That's March 10th, 1937.

All right, so who's this Phillips guy?

Phillips ain't his last name.
It's Lovecraft.

Wait, H.P. Lovecraft? Let me see that.

Am I supposed to know who that is?

Horror writer.

At the Mountains of Madness,
The Call of Cthulhu.

Yeah.

No, I was too busy having sex
with women.

Anyhow, there's one notion that comes
up over and over again in his stories.

Namely, opening doors
to other dimensions...

- and letting scary crap through.
- You don't say.

So you're saying you think Lovecraft
knows something about purgatory?

All I know is Moishe paid him a visit.

Patty's four for seven
against him with two extra base hits...

and three RBis. And the pitch.

Fastball. Lined to short for the out.

Singletary tries to get the runner.
He dives back in and he's safe.

No.

No.

Just let her go, okay?

No.

No.

- Ben?
- There's men in the house.

They killed Matt, they got Mom.
They're coming.

- What are they?
- I don't know.

- Did you see their eyes?
- No.

- Teeth?
- No.

- I need to know.
- I don't know.

- Where are you now?
- In my room.

Get to your mom's closet.
I left a shotgun.

Dean, what do I do?

Okay, Ben, listen to me.

- Go to your window and jump.
- What?

Any bones you break won't compare
to what they're gonna do. Jump.

Okay, I'm going.

I'm coming right now.

I'm gonna get you and your mom,
I promise.

You with me, Ben?

Ben.

Ben.

Hello, Dean.

Fancy a chat?

God, how long's it been, Dean?

Since my so-called demise, yes?

Crowley, let them go, now.

Or I swear...

Right. Right.
You'll rip me a cornucopia of orifices.

Let's get to the bit
where I tell you how this goes.

Your chocolate's been
in my peanut butter for too long.

- I'm going to kill you.
- Oh, Dean. Ever the wit.

I've got your, uh... What are they?

Ex-lady friend and not-kid...

and I'm keeping them
until I'm satisfied...

that you've backed the hell off.

I'm telling you.

Last chance to let them go easy.

You're adorable when you get
all threatening. Don't worry.

I won't hurt them.

Provided you
and Jolly Green stand down.

Got it? Splendid. Kisses.

What's the story?

He said Lisa and Ben keep breathing
as long as we sit on our thumbs.

You think Cass knows about this?

We gotta assume he does.

So, what are we gonna do?

I'll tell you what we're not gonna do.

Sit here. I'm going after them.

- I'm going with.
- No, Sam.

You and Bobby stay
on the Lovecraft thing, okay?

Cass is way ahead of us.

You're nuts if you think I'll let you
alone. Bobby takes the case.

- No, guys...
- Bobby...

This is a big ball, okay?

We can't drop it now.

Fine.

Then how are you two
gonna find Lisa and Ben?

I'm sorry, boys.
Do I look like a manservant to you?

No? No. Then quit ringing for me,
please.

This is important.

I was drinking a '75 Dom out of
a soprano's navel. That was important.

Crowley's alive.

Well, you've been scooped.

Cass already told me.

Did Cass tell you that he is Crowley's
butt buddy, you smug little dick?

- Excuse me?
- Handshake deal.

Go halfsies on all the souls
of purgatory.

He fill you in on that?

Well, yes. Yes, of course he did. Yes.

Oh, yes, of course. I...
We can read it all over your face.

Look, Crowley and Cass took two
people who are very important to me.

And I care about this because...?

Because maybe there is a shred
of decency underneath this snarky crap.

They're innocent people
and I'm asking for your help.

Hmm. I see.

Fair enough.

Son of a bitch!

Dean, let's just call Cass.
Maybe he doesn't know anything...

- You're not calling Cass.
- Dean...

We're not calling Cass.

So, what then?

You know, uh, horror, lowbrow,
put us in the ghetto, fine...

but H.P. Lovecraft,
this guy is literature.

I mean, he should be taught
in schools.

He's up there with Dickens
and Dean R. Koontz. Seriously.

Well, that's definitely the angle
I'm taking with my piece.

Oh, okay. Okay.

Sorry. Please.

So I hear you have a large collection
of Lovecraft's private letters.

Yeah.

World's largest.

Wow, you must be catnip
to the ladies.

I'm in a long-term online relationship,
so...

Well, I'd like to ask you
about, uh, Lovecraft's last years...

specifically anything that might have
gone down around March 10th, 1937.

Okay. Are you working on this
with the other guy?

- Other guy?
- Yeah.

You know, trench coat,
looks like Columbo, talks like Rain Man?

Right.

We're competitors.

Rival magazines.

Okay. Okay, well,
I'll tell you what I told him.

Howard had a dinner party
on March 10th.

Party?

- How many friends at this party?
- Well, six.

If by friends you mean co-worshippers
in a black-magic cult.

They were getting together that night
to perform a ritual.

Something big.

Define big.

Not much, just open a door
into another dimension.

Why would they do that?

To see what's out there.
Maybe it's friendly.

It's never friendly.

I mean, I imagine.

So did it work? The spell?

Well, uh, there was no mention of Cthulhu
in the morning papers, so...

Actually, I do happen to have
several letters detailing the dinner.

Worst thing that was reported
was a hangover.

So it's... I've got them right here.
Some...

It's actually pretty interesting.

Um, and they were...

They were right the...
They were right here.

Well, it's not like an invisible guy
could just pop in and steal them, right?

Right. Right.

Oh, uh, I'll leave you to it
and you call me if you find them, huh?

Okay. Hey...

Thanks.
Thanks again for dropping by, huh?

Lovecraft tried to jimmy a damn
dimensional door. Idiot.

- So, what happened?
- Well, nothing much.

Except I dug.

And every guest invited to the hoedown,
dead or disappeared inside a year.

Wow. Um...
So where are you off to now?

Have a chat with one of the guests.

Didn't you say everyone there died?

Yeah, everybody Lovecraft invited
died.

Seems the maid had a 9-year-old boy.
He was there.

So he'd be, what, 83 years old now?
Well, where is he?

Same place he's been ever since
the big night: in a mental ward.

I see. Um...

- Well, keep me posted, huh?
- Okay. Stay in touch.

How's things going there?
You got a lead on Lisa and Ben?

Well, we're making a few inquiries.

Slow going.

- How's Dean?
- About how you'd expect.

Next customer.

Look, I don't know anything.

Yeah, we'll see.

Dean?

Yeah?

Look, man. You're running on, what...

whiskey and coffee
and whatever else you're taking.

- And?
- And we're grasping at straws here, man.

I kill enough of these demons...

eventually one of them's gonna tell me
where Crowley is.

So we good?

You've been at it for a while.
Let me take over.

- You deserve a break.
- No, thanks.

- Dean...
- Sam, back off.

Lisa and Ben, wherever they are,
that is a hundred percent on me.

And if they are hurt...

I'll yell if I need you.

Castiel, it's Sam. Um...

I don't know if you're in
on this whole Ben-Lisa thing.

But if you have any heart,
whatsoever...

bring them back to us, man.
Come on.

Please.

I'm begging you.

I am begging you.
Do you understand?

Sweetie, you look tense.

You took Ben and Lisa?

Oh, that.

- I told you...
- Not to touch Sam and Dean.

I've respected that.

I'm merely exploiting
the obvious loophole.

As long as I have the woman
and the boy...

your fop-coiffed little heroes
will be scouring the Earth for them.

Therefore not you and not me.

Everybody wins.

You should've talked to me first.

I'd rather ask forgiveness
than permission. Heh, heh.

Where are they, Crowley?

You are not to harm them,
do you understand me?

You know what?

You're maxed out on putting humans
out of bounds.

I'll do with them as I please.

You wanna stop me?
Go find frigging purgatory!

Call on the bat phone?

Never call during business hours,
do they?

I'll be back.

Cass, Cass, Cass.
So good of you to come.

Balthazar.

Why did you summon me here?

Can I ask you a direct question?

Of course.

Are you in flagrante
with the king of Hades?

Of course not.

Always were such a terrible liar.

So it's true.

All right, then. Why?

It's a means to an end.

Balthazar, you understand that.

Oh, absolutely.

But what's the end here, exactly?

- Raid purgatory, snatch up all the souls?
- Win the war.

And I can only assume
that you'd be the vessel, correct?

Suck up all those souls into yourself.

All that power.

- It's the only way.
- Or too much juice for you.

In which case, you explode...

taking a substantial chunk
of the planet along with you.

- That won't happen.
- Sure. Sure. Of course.

Heh. Just...

Just tell me that it's entirely risk-free.

I'm sorry that I didn't tell you,
but I need to know.

Are you with me or not?

You know, you may be certifiable,
but fine.

In for a penny...

in for a pound.

- How'd you hear about this anyway?
- Oh, your howler monkeys, of course.

See, they're just a touch worked up
about that kidnapping business.

You're sure you're not
with that other reporter?

In the coat?

Liar, that one, not who he says.

No, sir.

Uh, I'm not affiliated with his paper.

I just have a couple of questions
about a dinner party you were at in 1937.

Everyone's so fascinated.

Wanna know about my night
at the home of the great H.P. Lovecraft?

If you don't mind.

Well, you know the story.

They did their spell
and they all said it failed.

Do you believe in monsters?

Yup.

You know, you go saying that,
they'll lock you in here rest of your life.

Whatever you saw...

you tell me and I'll buy it straight.

The spell worked.

A door opened
and something came through.

But it was invisible, so no one knew.

Except me.

How did you know, then?

Because it took my mother.

It went into her.

She wasn't the same.

She even smelled different.

And then she disappeared.

And surprise, surprise,
one by one, they all start dying.

I'm sorry...

about your mom.

You're the first person ever said that.

Hey, you wanna see a picture?

Mm-hm.

I'll be damned.

I promise you, pal...

you start talking...

or I swear, I will rip your skin off.

Strip by strip.

And then I'm gonna kill you.

And then I'm gonna do it
to the next demon.

Do you hear me?

Yeah.

I hear you.

So you can stop talking,
you miserable sack.

I didn't ask for your help.

Well, regardless. You're welcome.

Why are you here?

I had no idea Crowley
would take Lisa and Ben.

Yeah, right.

- You don't believe me.
- I don't believe a word out of your mouth.

I thought you said
that we were like family.

Well, I think that too.

- Shouldn't trust run both ways?
- Cass, I just can't.

Dean, I do everything that you ask.

I always come when you call.

And I am your friend.

Still, despite your lack of faith in me
and now your threats...

I just saved you, yet again.

Has anyone but your closest kin
ever done more for you?

All I ask is this one thing.

- Trust your plan to pop purgatory?
- I've earned that, Dean.

I came to tell you
that I will find Lisa and Ben.

And I will bring them back.

Stand behind me...

the one time I ask.

- You're asking me to stand down?
- Dean...

That's the same damn ransom note
that Crowley handed me.

You know that, right?

Well, no, thanks.

I'll find them myself.

Go back to Crowley and tell him
that I said you can both kiss my ass.

Bobby?

Ellie.

It's been a while.

Come in.

So how did you find me?

Well, we weren't together long, Ellie,
but I know a thing or two about you.

I know your safe houses.

And let me tell you,
this one ain't all that safe.

So did you come here just to, um, chat?

I know what you are, Ellie.

You're not exactly from Milwaukee,
are you?

Not exactly.

And not that I'd have minded, but you
kind of fibbed about your age too.

Just slightly.

Nine hundred years.

So, what's your game, then?

- Game?
- Yeah. Why are you here?

Eve came through
and raised all kinds of hell.

You've been here how long?
What's with the slow burn?

- Well, you know, we're not all alike.
- Monsters?

- If you feel better calling me that, fine.
- You're from freaking purgatory.

You never thought to mention that
the whole time you slept with me?

I am what I am, Bobby.

- And I happen to be a friend.
- You wanna explain that to me?

I didn't ask those idiots
to crack the door.

I was the thing that fell through.

Let me tell you something,
you're lucky it was me.

- You're saying you're on our side?
- I'm on my side.

I happen to like it here.

I don't wanna see this place turned
into some bloody wasteland.

So you killed H.P. Lovecraft.

Please. That guy
couldn't even write "hello."

I have spent 75 years trying
to keep purgatory closed.

Why do you think I gave Dean
the sword?

To stop Eve. Hell, you guys
were supposed to kill the damn dragons.

Look, this all comes down
to one angel.

He wants purgatory
and he's looking for you.

Well, thanks for the heads-up.

I know him, El.

He's gonna figure it out
one way or another.

Now, the only way I can stop him
is to get ahead of him.

So I need to know
how you open the door.

No. No, Bobby.

It's too dangerous
for anyone to know.

If I found you, he ain't far behind.

At least let me take you somewhere,
protect you.

No. Thanks.

I have a couple other places lined up.
Don't worry.

Bobby...

you're just a man.

I'm better off protecting myself.

Drinking your feelings, Sam?

I thought that was your brother's bag.

Stressful times.

Well, we need to talk.

Why?

Because... I know I'm gonna live
to regret this...

but I'm officially on your team.

You bastards.

And we should believe you why?

Would you believe
I had a shred of decency?

- No.
- Oh, that hurts.

Okay, you're right. It's survival.

You see, I asked Cass some questions
and I disliked his answers.

He seems sure of himself for a man
who wants to swallow nuclear reactors.

I mean, these things can get
a bit Chernobyl, you know?

So voil?.

Consider me your double agent.

Oh, and I took the liberty of searching
for your friends.

Uh, took a while. Crowley's a clever one.

You found them?

The upside is, yes.

The downside is, no,
I can't get them for you.

- Why not?
- Because Crowley's angel-proofed...

the whole bloody building.
I guess he doesn't trust Cass.

That marriage is going swimmingly.

- Okay, well, get us as close as you can.
- Sure.

But then you're on your own.

All right, boys, this is where I get off.

God be with you and what have you.

All right, be careful.

Oh, Dean. Thank God.

Still gotta get you out of here.

Okay. Okay.

All right. Come on. Come on. Let's go.

The brat's not going anywhere.

And neither am I.

Crowley thought you might come.

So he had me jump this hot little piece
of ass for insurance.

Can't go losing our leverage, now,
can we?

Ah, another step...

free appendectomy.

You know, she's awake in here,
your mom.

I can hear her thinking.

- Don't listen to her, Ben.
- What?

I was just gonna tell him
that you're his real daddy.

Just kidding.
Who knows who your real dad is, kid.

- Your mom's a slut.
- You shut your mouth.

Oh, what? You're her white knight now?
She wishes she never met you, Dean.

You're the worst mistake
she ever made.

Second worst, after keeping you.

That's not your mom, Ben.
She's lying.

Says the C-minus lay
with 10 miles of daddy issues.

Whatever gets you through the night,
Tiny Tim. Ah, ah.

Back off, cowboy.

You know,
she's begging me to kill you.

She says you hold her back.

Never had a lick of fun
since you were born.

Ben, look at me. Look at me.

You're gonna be just fine.

- Ah!
- Go.

Ben, knife.

What's the matter, Dean? Hit me.

Oh, you don't wanna hurt poor Lisa?
Ha, ha.

Shut your mouth.

Stop it. I'm warning you.

You can go to hell,
you black-eyed bitch.

You sure about that?

- Mom.
- Ha-ha-ha.

Exorcise me now.
She's just a dead meatsuit.

Now, what was it you wanted to say?

- Mom.
- Lisa.

Lisa.

Here, put pressure on that, okay?
I know, honey. I know.

- It's okay. It's okay.
- This is Sam.

Leave a message.

Sam, where are you, damn it?

All right, Ben.
We gotta get her out of here, okay? Ben.

Ben? Ben. Hey.

Listen. Pull it together. Be strong.

Your mom needs you. Go over
in that duffel bag. Grab the salt gun.

I gotta carry your mom out,
so if anything comes at us, you shoot it.

Go. Now.

Okay. Get the knife. Get the knife.

All right, Ben.

Keep your elbow in, gun tight
to your shoulder and watch for the kick.

Ben.

- Ben. Ben.
- Dean.

Come on. Pull it together.
You want your mom to die? Let's go.

Come on.

- Dean.
- Sam?

I'm in here.

- Come on.
- We gotta get to a hospital. Ben.

Give the gun to him.

Sam, we need a ride.

Yeah.

Go, go, go.

She's fine, Ben.
She's gonna be just fine.

We're almost there.
Hey. Hey. Hey. Stay with me.

Sam, you gotta go faster, man.

You're gonna be fine.
You're gonna be just fine.

Ben, I'm sorry.

Ben.

What do you want?

- Dean, listen.
- What do you want me to say?

She'll be dead by midnight.

- I'm sorry.
- I don't care.

It's too little, too late.

Okay.

Well, regardless,
I didn't come for you.

Meaning?

She's fine now.

She'll wake soon.

Dean, I said I'm sorry and I meant it.

Thank you.

I wish this changed anything.

I know.

So do I.

All else aside,
I just wanted to fix what I could.

There's one more thing
you could do for me.

- Hey, Mom.
- Hey.

- What...?
- You're in the hospital.

- What happened?
- We were in a car crash.

- Are you okay?
- Yeah, yeah. I'm fine.

You hit your head pretty bad,
but you're okay now.

Hi.

Who are you?

Uh, I'm Dean.

Uh...

The guy who hit you.

Oh.

I just, uh...

I lost control for a minute.

And I just wanted to say
that I'm sorry.

But I'm real happy you two
are both okay.

And, uh...

I'm just... I'm glad your life can get back
to normal now.

We're okay, so...

So that's what's important, right?

Yeah.

Anyway...

I'll leave you two alone.

You take care of your mom.

- Well?
- Well, nothing.

Dean, you have pulled
some shady crap before...

but this has got to be the worst.

Whitewashing their memories?
Take it from somebody who knows...

If you ever mention Lisa or Ben
to me again, I will break your nose.

- Dean...
- I'm not kidding.