Here's to running into you guys on the other side.
When we get to earth and I release you,
it's an express straight to heaven.
No time for goodbyes.
I'm here about Castiel.
Was there any of his Grace left?
Question is, are you willing to pay for it?
He must be returned ... intact.
Is that clear?
Told you last time I saw you I'd get out of the slammer.
We need to know
how to remove the Mark of Cain from Dean's arm.
He's gone nuclear!
Who knew the Mark was so toxic?
Ohh!
Actually, I did.
What is the next step in removing this Mark from my arm?
The river shall end at the source.
If you ever ask me for help again,
I will choose death.
You're gonna get worse!
- Mommy. - Fergus.
You think I've been manipulating you.
I am your mother, after all.
We can be a family.
I've been thinking just how wretched it would be
if my own raison d'? tre were taken from me.
Does this mean that you'll go to the grand coven on my behalf?
Even better.
I've brought the coven to you.
I believe you know Olivette.
These friends of yours ... the Winchesters ...
I hear they are, oh, what do you call it, um,
Men of Letters?
My relationship with the Winchesters is my business.
I'll handle them. I'm not killing them.
All right, deary.
Of course.
Whatever you say.
Amate spiritus obscure, Te quaerimus.
Te oramus, nobiscum colloquere,
apud nos circita.
Bobby?
Bobby, we need your help.
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Sam!
No.
No!
No.
No!
Aah!
My story began when I killed my brother,
and that's where your story inevitably will end.
Yeah.
Yeah, okay, just, um ... just be there.
Yeah. Got to go.
Hey. How did you sleep?
Like a drunk baby.
What do we got?
Uh, nothing.
Really?
Yeah, I mean, uh,
no weird deaths, no demon signs.
There's a Kitsune working some truck stops
outside of Boise, but Rudy's on it, so...
All right. So, uh, snow day.
I say we get drunk and shoot crap.
Yeah, except we do that every day.
Actually, I was thinking about seeing a movie.
Yeah, that could be cool.
It's a French movie.
You mean like nudie French?
Even better.
It's about a mime that's secretly a cockroach.
I-I don't get it.
Dude, The New York Times said ...
Who cares?
All right, well... It's playing in Wichita,
so I might not be back till morning.
Well, I trust you. Make good choices.
Right.
You know, I mean... I don't have to go alone ...
It's fine.
Besides, I could use a little "me" time.
All right. Stay out of my room.
Totally.
Thanks for coming, Cass.
Of course. Where's Dean?
This is about Dean.
Is he...?
He's getting worse.
Cass, we've gone through every other option possible.
We got to talk about ... Don't say it.
Do you think I want this?
I'm not a fan of it, either.
But if we want to get rid of the Mark...
I'm just saying Charlie's gone radio silent,
everything else we've tried has been a dead end.
So...
So I'll drive.
Oh. God.
Please. It's nothing you haven't seen before.
You're my mother. I don't want to see anything.
I've been to hell, thanks.
Next time, knock.
This is my domain. I don't knock.
Did you want something, Fergus?
It's Crow...
forget it.
What are you doing?
What do you mean?
I mean you've been nattering constantly at me for weeks,
and now you haven't annoyed me for days.
You're up to something.
You're right.
I'm seeing someone.
I'm a woman.
I have desires, needs, and Trent is ...
Trent?
You're dating a... Trent?
He's an assistant manager at Biggerson's.
He's not the brightest bulb,
but he's so...
firm.
Please stop talking.
You asked.
Just put some clothes on.
Rudy.
Rudy! Hey, look. I know you can handle it, okay?
I'm just saying that, uh, you know,
if you needed a little assist, I could, uh, you know ...
all right. All right, all right, all right.
Chill out. Sorry I asked.
All right. All right, alheh heh. All right.
Ha. You know me.
I'm always good.
Hey, I'm fan-damn-tastic.
That's far enough, Castiel.
Excuse me?
I have orders. You aren't allowed upstairs.
Says who?
Hold, please.
Hello, Castiel.
Hannah.
I swore I'd never occupy another vessel,
but... we need to have this conversation face-to-face.
What conversation?
What do you want in Heaven?
Metatron.
Why?
Is this about your Grace? Are you fading?
I'm fine for now.
This is about my brother.
Because you think Metatron might have information about the Mark of Cain?
No. We know he does.
So he says. But Metatron lies.
Hannah, we just want to talk with him.
No, you want his help.
But we both know the only way Metatron helps you
is if he's free.
And I can't let the scribe out of his cell.
Not again. He's too dangerous.
We won't ... Yes, you will.
Because you're desperate.
After all I've done for heaven...
after all I've done for you.
I'm sorry.
You should be.
Cass, let's go.
What? We're leaving?
Yeah, we can't fight off four angels.
So ... so what? You just want to give up on Metatron?
No, we need him.
Time for plan "B". We break him out.
I'm told you run Hell's switchboard.
Tough job.
It's not so bad.
I'm just happy to do my part.
You sure you're a demon?
Y-you can be damned and a conscientious worker.
Oh.
Well, last year,
my son... Crowley, was taken by the Winchesters.
I need to know where they were holding him,
and I'm told he made a call.
I was hoping you could trace it for me.
O-of course.
Y-you are the queen mother.
Oh.
H-h-he did call,
but t-there was some I-interference.
I-I can't get the exact location.
W-would a 10-mile radius work?
I'll make do.
Yeah.
Hey, Donnie.
Hey, man.
I'll do the, uh, Hervé Villechaize.
You bet. Thanks.
Boom!
Money. Now. Loser.
Gracias.
Give me your cash. Now. Right now.
What's up with the Abercrombie rejects?
College kids "slumming it."
Slumming? What are you talking about?
This is a nice joint, huh?
You got those custom urinal pucks.
Come on, bitches. Who's next?
20 bucks a game.
20 bucks.
Yo! Yeah, I'll, uh ... I'll play.
What, seriously? Dude, he's blitzed.
No. No, no, no, no. I'm ... I'm ... I'm fine, man.
I'm good to go. Hmm?
Good to go.
He's fine. Grab a stick.
So, back in the '50s,
Oliver Pryce was a kid psychic.
He performed everywhere ...
carnivals, Atlantic City ... you name it.
He was the real deal.
Now, the Men of Letters were teaching him
how to control his powers when they got ... you know.
Brutally slaughtered?
The point is, he's one of the good guys.
He might be happy to see us.
Or not.
Mr. Pryce?
Oliver Pryce!
I'll break it down.
Dude, dude, dude. Chill.
What? I'm helping.
Just follow my lead.
Mr. Pryce?
This is Sam ...
Winchester.
You're Sam Winchester, Man of Letters.
Yeah. H-how did you, uh ...
Mind reader, remember?
And you're...
What are you?
I'm an Angel.
That...
No, you can't be.
Why not?
Because I'm an atheist.
Not anymore.
- That's you? - Was me.
I don't do the psychic stuff no more.
Being around people, it's kind of... Hell.
All those brains yapping all the time
drives a guy bananas.
Because you can hear everyone's thoughts.
Well, not yours.
All I'm getting from you is... colors.
But the hippie over here?
I'm seeing some creep-ass hobbit-lookin' fella,
a prison cell?
That's heaven's jail.
Heaven's got a freakin' jail?
Yeah. Yeah, it does.
And we're looking to break someone out of it.
Okay.
We have an inside man,
but we need your help to talk to him.
And if I say no?
You're the mind reader.
I'll get my crap.
I'll get it. I'll get it.
There it is.
Corner pocket.
The king is here.
Okay, all right. Again?
Sure.
Say $100 this time.
Yeah. Make it $300.
Uh...
Give me your cash.
I think you're a little short there.
Why don't you toss in the watch? Good to go.
My dad gave me this watch.
I'm sure it's a very touching story.
Got a little tear in my eye.
Come on. We gonna play or not?
Rack 'em.
You got anything that belonged to the deceased?
Yes. Right here.
Good.
Now shut up and hold hands.
Amate spiritus obscure, Te quaerimus.
Te oramus, nobiscum colloquere,
apud nos circita.
Bobby?
That one.
You hustled me.
Well, you're pretty quick
for a guy who's all hair gel and body spray.
Thanks, fellas.
Forget it, dude. He's an ass.
Hello, boys.
And, uh, that's what's been happening ...
the short version of it, anyway.
You still there, Bobby?
Yeah, Sam.
It's just...
Real good to hear your voice.
Yeah, you, too.
Okay.
If, uh, I'm understanding right,
you got to figure a way to get the Mark of Cain off Dean
before it turns him back into a demon?
Pretty much, yeah.
So, just another day at the office for you boys, huh?
Put Dean on the line.
Dean's not here.
Why not?
We... Dean's, um...
He's not in a good place right now, Bobby.
So what's the play?
Each soul in heaven is locked in its own private paradise.
That's where you are now. U need to escape.
You need to find the gate to earth and open it.
Then you and I will find Metatron,
the scribe of God.
Hey, Sam,
you remember when this job was just
chopping up some fang and tossing back a cold one?
I miss that.
Ditto.
So, while I'm playing Steve McQueen,
anyone gonna be looking for me?
Everyone.
The Angels will not like a soul wandering free.
We got a way to slow them down?
Not exactly. But, um, you'll ...
you'll figure something out, Bobby. You always do.
Listen, I appreciate the warm fuzzy,
but I ain't exactly playing on the big leagues these days.
I'm mostly drinking and reading the classics.
Truth is, I'm rusty.
And maybe there's somebody better out there.
There isn't, Bobby.
And w-with Dean the way he is...
This is all we got.
Hell, I'm already dead.
What's the worst that could happen?
Dean.
Rowena?
What's a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?
I'm sorry. Did I say "nice girl"?
I meant "evil skank"
You say that like it's an insult.
But nice girls, they're pathetic.
Here's to evil skanks.
Whoa, fellas. What did she do to you?
Someone's tougher than he looks.
You have no idea.
A spioradí an tsaoil, éistigí liom!
Dóighigí an fear seo! Dóighigí go luaithreach é!
Not possible.
What the hell are you doing here?
Saving my son.
Your son?
Crowley.
Crowley Crowley?
My son is a king, a god ...
or he would be if you didn't ...
you snap your fingers,
and he comes running like a wee lapdog.
Lady, I don't know what you're talking about.
You're a good influence on him.
That's why you need to die.
Well, sorry your little light show didn't work.
Oh, I'll try again.
What, you think I'm just gonna let you walk out of here?
I think you're a hero.
You could have killed those men,
but you didn't because they're innocent.
'Cause you're the good guy,
and you want them to live.
But the spell I cast will devour them
from the inside out like it did that girl.
Impetus bestiarum.
What did you do to her?
I'm the only one that can save them.
What's it going to be... Hero?
So, where do we start?
You need to find your heaven's escape hatch.
Look for something that shouldn't be there,
and that's your way out.
Just when I thought I was out
They pull me back in.
Balls!
Rough date, mother?
Dean Winchester did this to me.
Get out.
Yes, sir.
Why were you anywhere near Dean Winchester?
I was trying to kill him.
Been there.
Never seems to work out quite the way you want.
The spell I cast should have ripped him apart, but ...
It was like Dean was protected from on high.
It's the Mark of Cain.
It never lets its host die easy.
The Mark?
It's just a curse.
T-the first curse.
But still, it can be removed.
How?
I'll find a way.
You do that.
I assume you had a reason
for this little suicide run of yours.
The best reason ... you.
Those tumshies have you on a leash.
I thought I-if they were gone, you ...
I know what you thought.
And I know that you were wrong.
I have Sam and Dean exactly where I want them.
What do they say?
Friends close, enemies closer.
Maybe they were your enemies once.
But now? Please.
Do you even care
that Dean Winchester mutilated your mother?
Because you were stupid.
Because I love you.
Well, if my suffering's not enough,
you know how much demons gossip.
Right now, word's already spreading about all this.
If you do nothing, you'll look weak.
Your subjects will start to doubt you, mock you.
Then it's just a matter of time
before you have a revolt on your hands,
before you lose your throne.
You're playing a dangerous game.
And it's your move.
So you can't kill Dean. Fine.
Take him, throw him in some dank cell, let him rot.
But do something!
No more stalling. No more excuses.
Show them how strong you really are.
Be a bloody king!
You sure he can handle this?
He's Bobby. He can handle anything.
What?
Find out how this happened.
Excuse me, gentlemen.
Gentlemen... and lady,
I need you to return to your heavens
in a calm, orderly manner.
Oh, yeah? Well, who made you boss?
Right?
Who the hell you think do you are? Let's go.
Hold off, gentlemen and lady.
Gentlemen, easy.
Please!
Been waiting on you.
Squirrel.
Bos. Where's Natasha?
Would it make a difference?
Not really.
So, we gonna do this?
The Bobbys are fighting back.
All hands. We need all hands.
They're surly. I repeat, the Bobbys are surly.
If I find a way out, then what?
The gate is behind door number...
42.
Go.
Go!
Welcome to the party.
The prison, it's, uh ... it's close.
Uh-huh. Cass, where's Dean?
What?
You heard me.
Dean's, uh ... he's resting.
He's... sick, and ...
Try again.
Dean doesn't know we're doing this.
Well, that's a page right out of
the Winchester playbook, ain't it?
Dean has given up.
And you idjits haven't.
Would you?
Hell, no.
Look, I'm not saying
that I didn't want to slice and dice the witch.
I'm just saying that that's not how it went down.
So she's a liar.
Must run in the family.
Mother says that Mark is just a curse,
can be removed.
Of course, she doesn't know how.
Figures.
But I'm good, thanks.
Who's the liar now?
She says I've gone soft.
You have.
What?
Yeah, maybe it's all the human blood
that Sammy pumped into you, you know? Maybe it's, uh ...
I don't know. I don't know.
But the old Crowley,
he would have come in here with hellhounds and demons,
and he would have blown the roof off the joint.
Now?
You didn't want to fight. You wanted to talk.
And maybe I've changed, too.
Here I am playing Dr. Phil to the King of Hell.
Never saw that coming.
Maybe we're getting old.
Never saw that coming, either.
What is it, huh?
Why you letting mommy dearest tie you into knots?
Because... We're family.
Blood.
That's not the same thing.
A wise man once told me, "family don't end in blood."
but it doesn't start there, either.
Family cares about you, not what you can do for them.
Family's there through the good, bad ... all of it.
They got your back...
even when it hurts.
That's family.
That sound like your mother?
Well, howdy, fellas.
This is the scribe of God?
He looks like a Fraggle.
I'm gonna take that as a compliment.
That was an excellent program.
Metatron, we are here ...
I know why you're here, "Asstiel,"
and I'm not interested.
I told you I would rather die
than let Dean Winchester use me as his personal punching bag again.
Don't worry. Dean's not involved.
You're gonna be my punching bag.
Ah.
The "B" team, huh?
Heh.
Interesting.
Keys are over there.
Chop chop!
Are you sure this is the only way?
Unfortunately.
Sam-tastic!
Miss me?
Oh, smell that?
That smells like freedom.
Well, let's go.
I call shotgun!
You don't get to make demands, Metatron.
You're not in charge here.
Oh, I'm afraid I am. I know about the Mark.
I have your Grace.
I make the rules.
It's called leverage, boys.
Learn it, live it, love it.
Ow! Ow!
We have your Grace, Metatron. You're mortal now.
So you will answer our questions,
or Sam will, um...
What's the phrase?
Blow your fricking brains out.
It's called leverage, Metatron.
Learn it, live it, love it.
How do we get rid of the Mark?
I-I don't know.
I don't know!
No, I-it's old magic ... God-level magic.
Or Lucifer level,
but you can't ask him, exactly, can you?
What about the tablets?
No, Th-there's ... there's nothing in them about the Mark.
So when you said
"The river ends at the source," that was ...
I was just making up crap,
trying to buy time till I could screw you over.
No.
What? It worked before.
He's telling the truth.
What?
Shoot him.
No, no! No. your Grace.
I wasn't lying about that.
There's still some left.
I'll take you to it.
It's your call, Cass.
Is it done?
We're done.
Get your things and get out.
You aren't serious.
Deadly.
But I'm your mother.
You may have brought me into this world,
but you were never my mother.
So you're choosing the Winchesters.
I'm choosing me.
I put up with your lies, your sad little schemes
because ... no.
Because maybe you were right.
Maybe I did lose my edge.
But that ends now.
Tell me, Rowena,
if I were not the King of Hell,
would you have ever bothered to pretend to care about me?
You ... you can't.
I can.
I'm bloody Crowley!
I'm the King of Hell.
I do what I want, when I want.
And I don't take orders from you.
Everything you have,
I will watch it burn!
I'll give you five minutes.
After that, pray I don't see you again.
Hey.
How was the movie?
French.
What about you? What did you do last night?
Played some pool. It was kind of boring.
All right. I'm gonna clean up.
Yeah.
Sam.
Bobby asked me to give you this.
Sam...
So... this is weird, huh?
Look, I just wanted to say
that Cass told me what you're doing for Dean.
And I'm not asking you to stop,
but maybe going behind his back ain't the best idea.
Your brother, he can be stubborn.
But I think he'd understand.
And I know it's the life ...
doing a little bad so you can do a lot of good.
But sometimes the bad's real bad
and the good ...
it can come at one hell of a price.
I ain't there on the ground,
and whatever you do,
I know you'll make the right choice.
You're a good man, Sam Winchester ...
one of the best.
And I'm damn proud of you, son.
I was content up here.
But getting the call from you,
it's the happiest I've been in forever,
no matter what it costs.
So stay safe, keep fighting, and kick it in the ass.
Bobby.
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