Henry Winchester.
My father and his father before him
were both Men of Letters.
If you guys were such a big deal,
then why haven't we ever heard of you?
Josie.
No one told me this initiation was a formal affair.
The hard part's over, right? We made it.
What do you know about the Men of Letters massacre of 1958?
My name is Abaddon.
We will march into Hell,
and demonkind will rise up and sweep over the earth.
Who put Crowley in charge?
The King's dead.
Long live the queen.
You knew about the mark. You knew about Abaddon and Cain.
You knew all of it.
And you played me.
You owe me!
You make me a junkie.
You keep me stashed away for months
while my kingdom falls apart?
So, where is the Blade?
This is the object of your quest.
Dean!
Drop the Blade.
I'll hang on to old donkey teeth here
until such time as you locate Abaddon.
I'll tell you, one of the things that I really love
about the Tour Angle 144 ...
there are a lot of you out there
that have something called the chipping yips.
Um, you're not proud of having them.
A lot of people don't even want to talk about it.
If you don't have them, be glad.
But I got to tell you, this product...
What's on the menu tonight?
Meatloaf.
Really? Again?
And you're gonna make little motions back and through...
just brushing the grass.
I wish you wouldn't say that.
You know how hard I work all day, and yet you criticize me.
So, yes. We're having meatloaf.
With potatoes...
and broccoli...
and lots of good things.
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Hey.
You catch any shut-eye last night?
Nope.
Guess I'm driving, then.
Driving where?
Caught wind of a case online.
A 1st-grade teacher came home and killed her husband.
Well, maybe she snapped.
Ankle biters can do that to you.
Dude, she pounded him, into ground chuck.
So, what are you thinking?
Best guess ... possession.
Why don't you go?
Dean, look.
I want to find Abaddon, too,
but we've been combing through this stuff for days.
Well, maybe we missed something.
And maybe there are better ways to spend our time
than just spin our ...
Maybe we don't have time.
What's up with you?
Nothing.
Yeah?
See, because ever since you killed Magnus,
you've been acting... sort of... obsessed.
Well, maybe because I want an end to all this.
Maybe because if we find Abaddon,
then Crowley ponies up the First Blade,
and we kill her and him both.
So, what you call being "obsessed,"
I call doing my job.
Okay, um...
I get it, Dean. I'm just checking in.
I'm fine.
All right.
Hit me up if you find anything.
It says here in your report
that you were the first on the scene? Yes, sir.
I found Mrs. Young sitting next to her husband covered in his blood.
Now, was her husband abusive?
Ric? Oh, no. Not at all.
I mean, he could be a stubborn S.O.B., but can't we all?
Ah.
Anything else, uh, weird
that maybe you felt was too odd to include?
Like?
Like, did you smell sulfur?
Why would I smell sulfur?
Of course. Uh, thank you.
What about Karen's eyes? You notice anything strange?
Actually, agent, they, uh, pretty much looked like eyes.
Oh, lord.
I don't get this.
Karen and Ric were
two of the most ordinary people you'd ever meet.
Did she go anywhere on the day of the murder?
It was Saturday.
Uh...
A quick trip to the grocery store.
That's about it.
How's Mrs. Manson doing?
Dead.
Hung herself in her cell.
Lovely.
The demon smoke out?
If it was a demon.
I mean, there was no sulfur, no EMF anywhere.
And everyone who saw her
just before she gutted her husband
said she was totally fine.
What are you still doing there?
This sounds like a case of the crazies to me.
Well, if nothing kicks up by morning, I'm out of here.
How's the research going?
It's going.
All right. Well, uh...
Good luck.
I can give you the Mark, Dean, if it's what you truly want.
Can I use it to kill that bitch?
Yes.
But you have to know with the Mark comes a great burden.
Uh-huh.
Yep.
No. I know. I'm sorry.
No, I'll make it up to you.
Look, I'm trying to get there, babe,
but I got into a fight with my mom.
Oh, I think I got a bite.
Yeah, a van is pulling up. Let me roll.
I love you. Bye.
Oh, hey!
I didn't know this was your ride, Mr. Richie.
Let's get you out of the cold.
Thanks.
It's freezing out there.
Hey, what ... what are you doing?
Get off me! No!
Order up.
Here you go. Thanks, R.J.
Can I get you anything else, honey?
Uh, this is great. Thank you.
Order up.
Be with you in a minute, Bill.
Billy, what are you doing? Your mother raise you in a barn?
Don't talk to me like that!
Hey. Take it easy.
She's working hard.
What's eating you?
You. My mom.
Him.
Buddy... Give it a rest.
Billy?
Billy.
I'm gonna call your mom, have her come fetch you.
No, you're not.
So, tell me what's happening here.
I was hoping you'd tell me.
You're the one that mentioned weird.
Now, where did they all come from?
Oh, they're all locals.
Four of the straightest arrows you'd ever meet.
Apparently, they've been acting like this for days.
Do they share anything in common?
Church? School? Uh, book club?
Not of my knowledge.
Oh, I met the kid's girlfriend.
She said he was hitching a ride when a van picked him up,
and that's the last she heard of him.
Whatever that's worth.
What are you, Billy?
Clear.
Of?
Everything.
Why are you doing this?
You think there's a "why"?
No.
It's because I want to.
And I can.
Grocery store surveillance pics.
Great. Thank you.
Hey.
Well, that took forever.
Uh, well, I'm working.
You got anything?
Not sure.
But, um, a handful of other people
have started acting out, too.
Acting out how?
Well, same as the woman ... aggressive, violent, impulsive.
Sounds like you're in a Gold's gym.
Yeah.
Except it's less steroid-induced,
and more... basic instinct.
It's like the littlest things can set them off.
Kind of like me.
You've got no instinct.
I mean, you are seriously messed up.
You?
Yeah, uh, soulless me. Remember that?
Yeah, how could I forget?
But you weren't out of control like these people.
Yeah, well, maybe everyone has a different reaction
to losing their soul.
Possible.
So, what?
A crossroads demon making deals and taking people's souls?
No, I don't think so.
I mean, it's not as if these people are winning the lotto.
Okay.
Uh, well, that was my best swing.
I hope not, Dean.
I-I could really use your help down here.
Dean?
Yeah, no, I ...
I heard you. I just, uh...
I'm getting close, Sam.
I can't drop the ball on Abaddon right now.
All right. Be safe.
You're lying to Sam like he's your wife,
which kind of makes me your mistress.
Now, listen to me, young man.
Those demons are back.
I'm telling you, it's happening all over again.
Demons?
Yes! Demons. Are you deaf?
Yes, ma'am. You know what?
We're gonna take care of those demons right away.
Now, do you need a ride home or something?
Don't patronize me, you little turd.
Hey, you know what? I can take it from here. Um, agent Leiter.
Please.
Here you are. Thank you.
Sure.
Now, why don't you, uh,
tell me all about these demons, Ms. Wilkinson?
Please, call me Julia.
It's very simple, Agent.
They...
they came to Milton.
And?
I say "demons," and you don't bat an eye,
when everyone else around here thinks I'm nuts on toast.
Maybe I'm just a bit more, uh, open-minded than most.
Maybe.
You're one of them, aren't you?
Sorry. One of who?
Men of Letters.
They came here in 1958.
Men of Letters... came here?
Oh, yes. It was different then.
I was different.
They were a lovely couple.
Sister Julia, please answer the door.
Yes, Mother Superior.
Good evening, sister.
We're here from the Office of the Inquisition.
What do you want?
You tell me, romeo. You rang.
Let me guess ... you butt-dialed me?
Whatever the hell that is.
Either way, we done here?
Actually, long as I'm here, last time we chitchatted,
we agreed that you were gonna line up Carrot Top.
Yep, well... I'm on it.
Unless Abaddon likes 10-cent wings, stale beer,
and the clap, I doubt that she's here.
Go to hell.
Oh, if only.
What's going on with you, huh?
You call me, you hang up.
You want Abaddon, you don't want Abaddon.
You want the Blade, you don't want the Blade.
If I didn't know you any better, I'd say you're stalling.
Just between us girls, how did you feel
when you sunk the First Blade into Magnus' head?
Not half as good as I'm gonna feel when it's yours.
Love it when you talk dirty.
You know what I think?
I think you felt powerful...
Virile...
And afraid.
Afraid?
Don't scam a scam artist, darling.
You're stalling 'cause you're scared.
They gave false names,
but later I learned that the man's name was Henry.
Henry Winchester?
Never got a last name.
Okay, um, and the woman?
Josie.
Did you know them?
Yes, uh...
Sort of.
It's complicated.
I'm an ex-nun, sweetie.
Complicated my middle name.
Now, w-what were they here to investigate?
Sister Mary Catherine.
She killed two people before jumping from the bell tower.
So I took 'em to see
Mother Superior and sister Agnes.
Time is of the essence, Mother... Superior.
The cardinal is meeting with the holy father
first thing in the morning, and he wants a report.
Our beloved abbey is open to you, Father.
Sister Julia here will be your guide.
Where would you like to begin?
Sister Mary Catherine's sleeping quarters, please.
Sister Mary Catherine's room it is.
I hate nuns.
Why, because she answered me and not you?
No, because I went to Catholic school
and I have a lot of pent-up anger.
We have no time for such pettiness.
What's got your boxers all in a bundle?
This.
Why are we out in the field?
It's called learning on the job.
And you know damn well
this is the last assignment before we are full members.
Therein lies the problem.
As our initiation grows closer, I...
I worry that this might be a selfish endeavor on my part.
Selfish. How?
If anything were to happen to me, what of John? Millie?
They'd be proud to know that you answered the call.
No. My wife would be a widow, and my son fatherless.
I don't expect you to understand.
You don't have a fam...
I'm sorry, Josie. I didn't mean it that way.
I know, Henry.
You're a good man. Millie is lucky to have you.
Here we are.
The... blood wouldn't come off.
So, we're assuming demonic possession here, correct?
Or a linguist gone mad.
It looks ancient.
Zapoqra or Sanskrit?
No. It ... it's pre-Enochian.
A crest of some sort.
Kni...
"Knights of Hell"?
What is that?
Trouble.
Knights of Hell? What were they doing there?
I'm not sure of anything I saw that night.
We couldn't leave our room after 10:00.
Mother Superior forbade it.
Stay still.
I woke up in a dark place, tied to a chair.
There were others.
They were taken.
I was so scared.
I prayed and prayed, but God didn't answer my prayers.
Henry and Josie did.
Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus...
Ergo, Draco maledicte et omnis legio diabolica,
adjuramus te. Et secta diabolica!
Ut ecclesiam tuam secura tibi facias libertate servire,
te rogamus, audi nos!
Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus,
omnis satanica potestas,
omnis incursio infernalis adversarii,
omnis legio!
Henry!
You hunters are always sticking your noses in
where they don't belong.
Hunters?
Please.
Then what are you?
Quickly, dear,
before this one pays for your stubborness!
We are preceptors...
Beholders, chroniclers
of all that which man does not understand.
A woman amongst the Men of Letters?
Yes.
Well, ain't that a blast.
You do know what we're capable of, demon?
Yes.
I know what you think you're capable of,
but perhaps I should see for myself.
Wait. What are you doing?
I'm trading up from this bag of bones to Mr. Dreamy here.
Then I can study your kind real close.
Don't, or I'll ... or what?
Take me, not him.
You're joking.
I could be more useful to you.
People underestimate a woman.
No. That's not it.
You love him.
He loves you, too, you know.
Like a sister.
Please...
Spare him.
Take me.
You have my permission.
You've been very entertaining, my dear.
But I don't need your permission.
Abaddon takes what she wants.
And right now, she wants everything.
You're going to study the Men of Letters?
For a moment.
And then I'll destroy them.
And what of all this?
Keep it going until I return.
Now play dead.
Henry!
Are you okay?
We did it.
We stopped the demons.
Abaddon.
Did you ever see exactly what she was doing down there?
No, but whatever it was she was doing at St. Bonaventure,
it seems to be happening again.
The convent's name was St. Bonaventure?
Yes.
Where is it?
On the outskirts of town.
It's been closed for years.
I love this. I really do.
Couple of cold ones, a kind jukebox...
Good and evil, bro-in down.
Shut your pie hole, Crowley.
Yeah, you said that already.
Look, I merely suggested you might be a bit scared.
Yeah. No, I heard you the first time.
You still don't know what the hell you're talking about.
I know that Cain gave you his Mark for a reason.
And I know that rather than embracing it,
rather than looking at it as the gift that it is,
you're sulking like you lost your knuffle bunny.
Why are you fighting what you really are?
I'm a hunter.
Who's a chip off the old Mark of Cain.
No. When I kill, I kill for a reason.
I'm nothing like Cain.
Nothing like ...
who are you talking to?
I know you're not talking to me. Eat me.
I saw you. I saw the two of you together.
Nothing like Cain? What's in that bottle? Delusion?
I'm really starting to worry about you, Dean.
Yeah, well, why don't you worry about yourself?
I will.
'Cause like it or not, we're in this together.
Your problems, my problems...
Our problems.
Where you going now?
I'm going to go water the lily.
Care to cross streams?
So serious.
Next time, it'll be easier.
That's it.
Good.
You'll get used to the feelings, even welcome them.
Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!
Easy. I know what you're thinking.
I'm thinking I'd like to take a leak, so move.
I'm Dean Winchester. And I know a hunter when I see one.
You don't want to do what you're about to do.
And why's that?
Because you're packing a knife to a demon fight,
and you don't stand a chance.
Then I'll go down swinging.
Hey, hey, hey. Listen to me.
Any other day, I'd be right there with you, brother.
I would, okay?
But you got to trust me on this one.
Or you could grow a pair and come with.
You ever taken on a demon before?
Yeah.
Well, trust me when I say that when he's done with you,
he's gonna go after your family.
He's gonna go after your friends.
Hell, he'll go after your prom date.
So, if you want to do that,
if you want to damn anyone and everyone you've ever loved
in the slightest chance that you could win,
then by all means, pal.
You go right ahead.
I got a kid sister.
She don't deserve that.
What's your name?
Jake.
Good to meet you, Jake.
Thanks.
I'll see you around.
Come on. We got to go.
Demons don't take leaks.
Next time you want to shoot up,
why don't you find a better excuse?
Guilty as charged.
What happened? I thought you were cleaning up your act.
Well, I was going to,
but then after very little soul-searching,
I decided to embrace my addiction.
What about you?
Takes a junkie to know a junkie.
You just want to touch that precious again, don't you?
I want to kill Abaddon.
That's what I want.
So, whatever happens with the Blade, I can't worry about that.
Sure.
Whatever you got to tell yourself
so you can sleep better at night.
Look, what I want, what I fear, none of that means squat.
Because this is the one chance that we have to kill Abaddon.
So, I'm all in, no matter what the consequences.
So the plan remains the same?
I find her, you bring the Blade.
It's a date.
For a second there, I thought he made me.
He has other things on his mind.
But he did do exactly what you said he would.
He saved you.
Of course he saved me.
We're besties.
And now he's ready.
Souls are a very precious and fragile thing.
Break one of those,
and them little buggers fly right back home.
We can't have that, now can we?
So, after all these years,
you're still doing Abaddon's dirty work, huh, Agnes?
Would you believe it's gotten even dirtier?
Used to be folks believed in the church.
Heck, the way they would come strolling in here,
looking for God.
It was like fish in a barrel, really.
But times change.
You can blame your perverts for that.
Now I'm riding shotgun in some smelly van with a handyman
and tricking any half-wit I can lay my hands on.
But it's worth it.
Because...
Stealing souls is so noble.
Stealing souls is winning!
Winning what?
Hell's crown, nimrod.
You think Abaddon is just gonna sit there
while those pantywaisted demons refuse to pick a side?
And so she made a plan ...
if you can't convince 'em, make 'em.
She's turning souls into demons?
Hmm. A demon army, unbeatable, loyal only to her.
Well, uh...
At this rate...
Should only take a couple million years.
Have fun with that.
You think I'm the only one doing this?
We have factories spread throughout.
Worry not, though. Victory is nigh.
And we'd like you to be on our team.
Recruitment is easy.
I just have to rip your soul out of your body.
Regna terrae, cantate deo ...
Please!
Exorcizamus te,
omnis immundus spiritus omnis satanica potestas,
omnis incursio infernalis adversarii,
omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica.
Ergo, Draco maledicte et omnis legio diabolica,
adjuramus te.
Cessa decipere humanas creaturas,
eisque aeternae perditionis venenum propinare.
Vade, satana,
inventor et Magister omnis fallaciae,
hostis humanae salutis.
Humiliare sub potenti manu dei ...
You know, um, can I ask you something?
If it's for a date, I'm sorry.
I never see anyone under 65.
Too much drama.
Spit it out.
After witnessing what you did,
why didn't you warn Henry about Abaddon?
I became a nun because I wanted to help people.
Make a difference.
But they never prepare you.
They never tell you how to act in the face of true evil.
Thank you, sister.
For the safety of all those involved,
it's important that we keep what happened here today...
quiet.
Of course.
Soon after, I left the order.
Why?
Because I was ashamed.
I had betrayed our flock, God, myself.
It was and still is my greatest shame.
Well, what you shared with me saved lives.
And I couldn't have done that without you.
Take care.
You too, Sam.
You okay, Henry?
Better.
We saved lives today.
We made a difference.
Hmm.
This ... our work...
It's a noble calling, isn't it?
I mean, yes, there's risk, but, gosh.
I feel the fool for doubting it for even a second.
Hmm.
And you, Josie?
Me?
Well, I feel like a whole new person.
Still plugging away?
Like a dog with a bone.
You?
You were right.
About what?
Finding Abaddon ASAP.
She's mining souls.
Why?
To create an army.
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