- Who are you? - Name's Cole.
Your older brother, Dean, he and I, we go way back.
And that was the night that Dean Winchester
murdered my father.
We're talking heavyweight witchcraft.
Not some new-age, wiccan water douser, either.
This is old-world black magic, warts and all.
I hate witches.
They're always spewing their bodily fluids everywhere.
You know, it's downright unsanitary.
Castiel, it's time we stopped avoiding the obvious.
Hannah, we can't afford to lose our way.
This mission is everything. Emotions... Feelings...
they're dangerous temptations.
Ow!
Raul.
You better think fast, Tiana, 'cause this looks bad.
I'm sor... I'll do anything.
I'll come back. I'll make it up to you.
Just please don't hurt me.
Now...
What kind of message would that send the other girls, huh?
Aah!
Oh, Tiana, Tiana.
I'd say I'm sorry to lose you, but...
There's plenty more where you came from.
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What? This? Um, cattle deaths a few towns over?
A demon possibility or something?
No, it says right there.
It's probably just 'cause of the drought.
So, what are we doing here?
Uh, reason's right on your plate.
Lizardo's porterhouse... U.S.D.A. prime.
It's the only place between Connecticut and the bunker
you can get a decent steak under 10 bucks.
Dude, you are blowing up. Who is that?
Ah, it's just, uh, you know, these alert thingies.
For what?
You know, monster... stuff.
Hey, hey. Unh-unh. No. Give it back.
What? Wh-why?
Because privacy... And stuff.
Oh, priv...
You're on a dating app?
Yeah, and you know what? Don't knock it until you try it.
Nice screen name, Dean... Impala67.
All right, give it back. Come on.
Shaylene, huh?
Dean, there are like a million messages here.
Yeah, uh, check out her pic.
Uh... Oh. Wow. Okay.
Um, okay. She's hot.
- But... - "But," what?
But she seems, um...
Kind of... available.
Like, too available.
"Oh, baby, whatever you want.
I'm burning up just thinking about you."
They get raunchier.
Yeah. Yeah, I... I see that.
It's like a, uh... like a Penthouse letter.
Yeah. Is that bad?
No, it's not bad, Dean. It's too good to be true.
I'm sorry, is it... is it so hard to believe
that an attractive, red-blooded, American female
could be interested in someone like me?
You realize there's no guarantee "Shaylene" is even Shaylene.
I mean, for all you know,
it could be some... Canadian trucker n-named Bruce.
That look like a Bruce to you?
We... we detoured eight hours so you could get laid?
Yeah. Yeah.
Oh, and, uh, you know what? Lunch is on me.
And, uh... don't wait up.
- Excuse me. Hi. - Hey.
It's getting easier.
Isaac came back willingly... didn't even resist.
There are still some angels down here,
but the higher-profile rogues are back.
We find them all... that's the mission.
Here. Christopher Sherman... pastor.
Local paper in Tennessee says
he's working miracles in his Parish.
Figure of speech?
Perhaps.
The best lead we have.
Until we find something stronger, we should...
uh... check it out.
Hannah?
Yes?
What are you doing?
I'm taking a shower.
Um... We don't need to shower.
I know.
Are you...
Does this bother you?
Bothered?
I... I'm not.
Good.
I forgot something.
We still need to discuss my terms.
Oh, like, rules? Like, sexy rules?
Um, more an issue of payment.
- Oh. - Yeah.
Sweetie thought you figured it out.
I mean, shy of coming out and saying it,
I thought I made it pretty obvious.
Yeah, yeah, no. I-I just, uh...
See, I have this code.
Uh, "No cash for ass."
Oh, well you're in luck, honey,
'cause I don't want your money.
All I want from you is one little thing...
a trifle, really.
I'm listening.
Your soul.
My soul?
It's nothing, baby.
Who knows what a soul is, really, if it even exists?
All I know is you say yes, my guy comes up,
you sign some papers, and then it's you and me...
good to go.
Mm.
So that's it? Just... sign over my life.
It's a signature, baby.
What's a little paperwork
compared to absolute physical bliss?
Well, you make a strong case.
I love my job.
Do you?
Yeah.
'Cause it doesn't look like love to me.
Get the car. I'll check us out.
- Caroline. - Uh...
I... I put an alert on your credit card.
Saw a charge here.
I drove all night.
How we doing?
Everybody ready for a good time?
Okay. John Hancock right here.
Then we can get this party started.
Winchesters.
She told us everything.
Abduction, forced prostitution...
it's pretty gnarly, even for a demon.
She's got her version, I've got mine.
Liar.
Let me guess... she came to you
begging for you to pimp her out.
Yeah, 'cause that Harvard degree
was working out so well for her.
How many girls are there, hmm? How big is this?
Just me and Shay. He's lying.
There's a brothel. I heard him on the phone.
They told me what you are... a demon from hell.
Beats trash from the street.
Face it, Missy... without me,
you would've been dead of drugs or worse in a year.
Frankly, this little ho should be thanking me.
Whoa!
Okay. Well, that just happened.
Yeah, and he was our best shot
at the location of the brothel.
Do you have any idea where it is?
No, but, um...
I saw him give these out at the bars.
What did you say?
I said, "If you like it so much, why don't you wear it?"
She won't wear the clothes you picked.
What should I do?
Gerald, what do you think?
Don't leave any marks.
Hey, lady, I think you're in the wrong place.
This is Raul's girls, isn't it?
Clever name, by the way.
Sorry, but we're not hiring at the moment.
And, no offense, but even if we were,
you're a little... old.
Unless you're here as a customer.
No disrespect to your girls,
but I'd sooner die than do business of any kind
with filth like you.
You.
Boss?
Ladies, you may want to stand back.
This will get messy.
Hardly the most appetizing process in the world,
but killing demons always makes me hungry.
You coming?
I mean, you're welcome to stay here.
Fabulous!
Caroline, you've been gone a year.
Disappeared.
I don't know what's happened to you,
I don't know who's gotten into your head,
but something's going on,
and I'm not walking away till I know what.
Well, there is a reason, an answer for all of this.
- Th-then tell me. - I can't.
You wouldn't understand.
Then I'm not going anywhere.
I waited at the car, but the desk man said...
Castiel.
This is Joe...
my husband.
Oh?
Oh.
Who is this guy?
He... Uh...
You saying you're... together?
What?
Yes.
I left you. For him.
He's the reason.
No.
No, I don't believe it.
This guy? You?
No, there's something...
You're not that kind of person, okay?
You wouldn't do that.
You couldn't do that.
I'm sorry.
Let's go.
Can't believe somebody got to kill this Raul tool
before we could.
- Check I.D.s. - All right.
Uh, Dean, from the look and... smell of it, pure demon.
I think this is Raul.
What? Did he puke himself to death?
Yeah, literally.
Okay, so...
Something went down here.
There was a standoff.
One demon smokes out and Raul...
What can even kill a demon like this?
Apparently... A witch.
Uh, ma'am, why are we here?
I thought you'd be hungry.
I doubt that swine Raul fed you properly.
Yeah, but... We don't belong here.
Apologies for the interruption, ma'am.
That word again.
But I'm afraid that the bistro des moules
has a very strict dress code,
a sartorial standard certain members of your party
fall well short of.
Now can we go?
Stay in your seats. We're not going anywhere.
Excuse me?
You heard me.
Famalatus.
A Krug '95... an excellent vintage.
With our compliments, of course.
This is awesome.
How did you do it?
Magic.
Gerald...
A bordello?
You opened a whorehouse in my name?
Well, technically, the place was called Raul's girls, but... Yes.
Look, Raul said that...
Oh, Raul said?
Your decree last month...
soul deals way down after the war with Abaddon.
Said that you were looking for proactive
and out-of-the-box strategies to get numbers back up.
So, you and your half-wit pal threw me into the sex trade?
I'm evil. That's just tacky.
We tried running it past you,
but we were told you weren't taking meetings,
that you were distracted.
I mean, busy.
Look, this witch took Raul down like that.
Whole operation... kaput.
I smoked out.
Ran away.
Possessed the nearest meatsuit I could find.
Apparently so.
Because I thought that you should know what happened.
Act of aggression like that
didn't seem like something you could let stand.
Hmm.
Here we go.
Um, so it looks like in the 18th century,
there were accounts of demons killed by witchcraft.
Apparently they were vanquished by a spell
called defigere et depurgare,
which is Latin for "to bind and purge."
You think that's the same kind of spell that took out Raul?
Sounds like it.
But from what I can tell,
that spell hasn't been used in over 300 years.
And it was only ever known by one person,
the witch who created it.
That is?
Rowena.
According to the grand coven,
there are three recognized kinds of witch in the world.
Most common are the borrowers...
those who harness the power of a demon
in order to practice the art.
Owing to recent experience,
I doubt you'd have the stomach for that.
Secondly, and rarest of all, are the naturals...
those who are... Born with the gift.
You're one of those.
Well you are correct.
And what's the third?
The students... those with no natural ability
who, with enough practice and training
and a grand coven-approved mentor to show them the path,
can eke out a modicum of witchly power.
Will... You be our mentor?
Well... I'm about as far from grand-coven-approved
as it's possible to be.
They threw me out many years ago.
Disapproved of my methods.
Said my magic was too extreme.
I was forbidden from using magic,
from taking students, from forming a coven.
I've been on the run from those utter fannies ever since.
So, you can't teach us?
Screw the grand coven and their silly rules.
You two stick with me, and you can have anything,
do anything you want whenever you want.
When do we start?
Soon, but not here.
Whoops. I believe that's our cue.
Did you do that?
Oh, he'll be fine...
worker's comp and all that. Are you coming?
Call 911!
I'm not afraid...
'Cause you're a noob.
I'm your first.
That's why you're drawing this out.
'Cause you're studying me.
You're training.
It's gonna take a lot more than that to make me talk.
Boy, you will talk.
You will talk, and you will tell me
everything you know about your buddy Dean Winchester.
At some point, we have to talk about what happened.
The, uh...
He wouldn't listen, Castiel.
He wouldn't let me go.
I didn't want to hurt him.
I could've erased his memories, but...
It didn't feel right.
I thought if he truly believed we were together,
he'd give up.
And it worked.
So, why does it feel so bad?
You did the right thing.
You hurt him, but you gave him a reason,
something he could use to move forward
and make sense of his loss.
I had to take my vessel from his family... twice, actually.
Jimmy Novak.
He was a good man.
He was married, had a daughter... Claire.
And?
And it was difficult, but necessary.
The mission comes first... always.
Middle of my shift, there's Marty falling down,
clutching his head, stroking out right there on the floor,
sweating, turning red, like... like...
Like his brains were boiling?
Was there anything else unusual?
More unusual than our head waiter
dropping dead in front of me?
Before that.
I don't know, I mean I thought getting two hookers in here
was pretty damn unusual,
but that was before Marty keeled over.
Uh, two hookers?
Based on what they were wearing, yeah.
Were they alone?
No. Came in with a lady.
Thank you for your time.
No, that is strange.
All right, I hear you. Thank you.
Hey.
So, it looks like our witch was here with two new friends.
Really?
Raul's girls? What does she want with them?
I don't know. What'd you get from the Hunter network?
This guy Darrell's been working a case,
a series of grisly hotel murders...
one at the Kensington,
another at the Waldorf in Cleveland...
bodies stabbed, impaled on the ceiling.
Sounds a little more homicidal maniac than witchy.
That's what Darrell thought, too,
until the autopsy came back.
Actual cause of death...
Let me guess... boiled brains.
Yeah, same as our waiter.
Well, I'll give this to the witch...
she's got deep pockets.
The Kensington, the Waldorf, this restaurant...
that can't be cheap.
Yeah.
Let's get.
Where we going?
Check out every five-star hotel in the area.
Oh.
What's going on?
I'm sorry, Castiel.
I'm not going with you.
I'm done.
It's hard letting go...
of a story, a mission.
But what of the humans whose lives we sacrifice
in the name of that mission?
What of them?
We always said the humans were our original mission.
Maybe it's time, Castiel...
time to put them first.
Where is all this coming from?
Being on earth, working with you, I've felt things.
Human things... passions, hungers.
To shower, feel water on my skin...
to get closer to you.
But all of that was nothing
compared to what I felt when I saw him.
Her husband... his anger and his grief.
And Caroline was inside of me,
screaming out for him, for her life back.
These f-feelings, they aren't for me, for us.
They belong to her.
I know it's time to step aside.
Goodbye, Castiel.
Caroline, I'm...
Castiel.
I know.
Okay.
You two ready for some practice?
Who is it?
Probably the hotel manager
probably here to complain that I haven't paid the bill.
You have those spells I gave you?
Yeah, about that? I don't read Spanish.
It's Latin.
Phonetics are on the back, darling.
"Phonetics."
Get ready.
And on my word...
You're in for a world of hurt when we deliver you to our boss.
What about us?
I'm not going back to that place.
Operation skank has been terminated.
The only place you two are going is the dumpster out back.
Who are those guys?
Hunters.
Let's get out of here.
That's not an exit.
Don't worry, ladies. Our beef's not with you.
We're here for the witch.
Rowena.
Always nice to be recognized.
Do something... a spell!
That's an excellent idea.
Impetus bestiarum.
What did you do to her?
Go! Go!
What'd you do? What did you do to her?
Attack-dog spell. We needed a decoy.
But...
But she'll die, just like the waiter.
Probably.
Few humans are built to survive magic like that,
and Elle was weak.
But you're not.
I saw it the second we met.
You're strong.
You're right.
I am.
Occideris ingrat...
Not another word!
Lady, your luck has just run out.
I'm pretty sure that's not true.
Pal, we got to work on your timing.
Drop the gun, Dean-o.
All right, she may not look like much,
but letting this one go... big mistake.
Uh-huh.
You heard the boy.
Look, man, I am sorry about the last time we met, okay?
I'm sorry about a lot of things.
I'm not the same person that I was.
You're not a person at all.
See, I know all about your kind now.
My kind? Listen...
I'm not a demon anymore.
So, were you a demon when you murdered my father?
No.
Then you're still a monster.
Let's go.
Let... Me... Out!
Look... Whatever she did to you, you have to fight it.
I... Can't.
Don't.
What are you waiting for? Do it.
No.
Now, I'm gonna clean this mess up once and for all.
You're gonna give me five minutes,
and we're gonna talk. Get up.
After that...
If you don't like what you hear...
you still want me dead, you take your shot.
What I do... is hunt monsters.
Your dad, Cole... your dad was a monster.
Yeah, you say that now, but last time we fought,
you couldn't even remember his name.
2003, Nyack, New York, Ed Trenton.
I was working a case. Three dead...
livers ripped out and eaten by your father.
Livers?
Yeah, I tracked him down that night to your house.
Well, you say he was a monster.
What kind of monster was he?
I don't know.
Never seen that kind before, never seen it again.
All I know is that he came home that night
looking to kill... could've been you,
- could've been your mom. - No.
The only reason that didn't happen
is because I was there to stop him.
I heard his voice.
It was a human voice, and he begged you to stop!
It's a ploy.
It's a monster's trick.
I know what you heard, but know this...
that was not your father, Cole.
Your father was already gone.
Put it down. Sam, put it down!
Cole, it's fine.
Dean?
Put it down!
Cole, hey, right here. We're talking, okay?
How can I believe you, huh?
How can I believe you?
My whole life, I've been...
I get it.
That was your story.
Look, man, I got one of those, too.
Okay, but those stories that we tell to keep us going?
Man, sometimes they blind us.
They take us to dark places... the kind of place
where I might beat the crap out of a good man
just for the fun of it.
The people who love me, they pulled me back from that edge.
Cole, once you touch that darkness...
It never goes away.
Now, the truth is...
I'm past saving.
I know how my story ends.
It's at the edge of a blade or the barrel of a gun.
So, the question is, is that gonna be today?
That gonna be that gun?
You've got a family, Cole.
I heard you on the phone that night.
I'm guessing they need you to come back,
and they need you to come back whole.
I'm...
Hi.
He say where he's going?
Home.
Rowena?
In the wind.
What you said earlier, back there,
about being past saving... were you really...
I was just telling the guy what he needed to hear.
We better go.
Winchesters showed up. Alpha team went down.
But Beta team's working contingency...
Had a perimeter around the hotel.
We got her.
Right in there... tortured.
If you'd like, I could finish her off.
Wipe that ridiculous smile off your face.
What do you want, a medal?
A "thank you" for cleaning up the mess you made?
Everyone working for me touched?
Bunch of needy, squalling, incompetent infants.
The king at last.
King of what? Lilliput?
I mean, I'd heard you were short, but...
Well?
Get to it.
Time for the coup de grace.
Wee boy, is something the matter with you?
Cat got your tongue, hmm?
Meow.
Mother?
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