The Mark of Cain never lets its host die easy.
It's just a curse. It can be removed.
This is Purgatory.
There was something about being there.
Most days felt like 360-degree combat.
It felt pure.
Cuthbert Sinclair. He was named "Master of spells."
His work got a little crazy.
The leadership called it "eccentric and irresponsible."
We're done. So you're choosing the Winchesters?
I'm choosing me.
The Book of the Damned is a spellbook
for creating or undoing any kind of damnation there is.
We translate this thing,
I think we can get the Mark of Cain off you, Dean.
I don't trust you, but I need help.
I need the Mark of Cain off of my brother.
Something tells me you can crack this book.
The only question is,
will you help me? Shall we discuss terms?
Hey!
Get lost. My show just started.
You have a record player in your room.
Dad's speakers are better. Tough luck.
I need the laundry started. The workmen have finally...
Left for the day, and I have my hands full with dinner.
And please, none of your Betty Friedan stuff.
It's not fair.
Look, I always get stuck with the hard chores
just 'cause I'm the girl.
Yeah? Well, tough luck.
The house is great, Ted.
It's a bit of a fixer, but it's a real beaut.
It was caught in some ownership muddle for years.
But finally hit the market, and I leapt.
Don't spend all day down there!
Mom?
Dad, where's mom?
Mom?
Brad?
Uhh!
Aah!
Mom?
Mom!
Everything's gonna be okay.
Everything's...
Gonna be just fine.
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There's only one thing
you could possibly do for me
that I can't, at least presently,
do for myself.
Kill my son.
He's expecting it from me.
Already has his stinking minions on high alert.
And if you're wondering how a mother can get to the point
of wanting her own son ... No, I'm really not.
I'll do it.
I'll kill Crowley.
First things first ...
can you read the book?
Of course I can.
I'm likely the only witch alive
who can understand such old, dark magic.
Just not in its present form.
Drink's on me.
Hey. You're not going anywhere, pal.
I'm your mortal enemy.
I've tried to kill you and your brother ...
your brother as recently as last month.
You wouldn't have come to me if I wasn't your last resort.
You're desperate.
You can stop pretending you're not.
So rude.
Now... I can't read the book in its present form,
but there is someone who could.
Nadya. Grand coven witch.
Where do I find her?
You don't. She's dead.
Long ago.
Murdered for her life's work.
Her decryption formulas, her codex...
That you can find.
Bring me Nadya's codex, and I'll...
Break this text right open
and give you your cure.
Where do I look?
If I were you, I'd start at home.
Who do you think murdered Nadya
and stole the codex in the first place?
The Men of Letters.
Ha ha!
Jackpot.
Dean! Hey.
What happened? What is this?
I know, right?
Six vamps. Solo.
I think that's gotta be a personal best.
You couldn't have waited? For what?
Oh, come on, man.
I can handle it. I did handle it.
What if you couldn't? But I did.
It's done.
Come on, man. It's the only way I can take the edge off.
I'm sorry. I don't always like to wait around for you,
especially with you looking at me like that all the time.
Look at you like what? Like that.
Like I'm some sort of a-a-a diseased killer puppy.
You know what, man?
I'm sweaty and I'm covered in vamp juice.
Can we just talk about this later?
I'd like to get back to the bunker, get my buzz on,
and, uh, you know,
pass out watching "Speed 2: Cruise Control."
We cool?
Cool.
Please, let come to order.
Men of Letters meeting minutes ...
May 16, 1956.
On the matter of Cuthbert Sinclair expulsion.
This is hardly your first offence, Cuthbert.
You've been cited for disciplinary infractions
seven times in the course of your tenure.
This... enchanted vault of yours,
this...
"Werther box."
A warding so potent it achieves a theoretical rate of...
In your own words, "98% lethality."
Extreme measures were warranted.
The coven's desperate to get the codex back.
The Werther box works.
All too well, I'd say.
Working in secret,
embarking on this project without oversight...
you left two fellow Men of Letters vulnerable
to your most potent magics.
Fletcher and Martinez were members in good standing.
Fletcher chanced upon the box and died in two hours.
Martinez heroically tried to shut it down.
We found him dead on the floor beside the box,
his wrists cut.
I already apologized for that accident.
I refuse to do so again.
Why are you all so small-minded?
Hmm?
We were brought here to do great things.
To take risks,
to bring the fight to the monsters of this world ...
and yet, to a man,
you choose instead to moulder in these stacks.
You are not men. You are not men.
You're librarians. Nothing more.
Before we rule
on what is to be done with you,
I'm prepared to give you a chance to secure our leniency.
Tell us how to shut it down.
The box is still in St. Louis with the codex.
It's still a danger.
Let me tell you what you can do with your leniency, Markham.
You know,
I saw the writing on the wall.
I knew you cowards would shut this project down,
which is why I built it the way I did.
There is only one way to silence the Werther for good.
Let's just say Martinez was on the right track.
I doubt you lot have the guts,
but you're welcome to die trying.
Markham, would you have us keep trying?
The box is to be interred and guarded where it stands,
in perpetuity.
Bury it.
It's a bit early.
I'm over 300 years old.
Beauty sleep isn't optional.
I've been looking into the, uh, thing we discussed.
So I got a lead,
but it's guarded by a violent enchantment
I need a spell to...
break the spell.
The Cabirian invocation.
Easy to obtain. Good all-purpose disenchantment.
Great. Thanks. Uh, but...
It's not recommended for amateurs.
In inexperienced hands,
the invocation has a way of fizzling out.
I could come.
You might need me.
I'll take my chances. Thanks.
- Whoa! - Bad idea.
I-I can explain. Yeah, don't bother.
You got three choices ...
get arrested,
get your bits blown off, or get back.
Yeah, all right. I think I'll, uh, think get back.
Sorry. Attaboy.
Yep.
Hey ya, Sammy.
How's the case?
What are you doing here?
Well, it looks like I, uh, I'm here to save your sac.
Look, you were right. Okay?
I shouldn't have gone off solo like I did.
It was stupid.
And?
And selfish. It was a douche move.
If you're doing this case by yourself to teach me a lesson,
you don't have to, okay?
How'd you find me?
Ah!
I, uh...
Took an etching off your notepad.
Then I decided to take a crack
at the, uh, St. Louis suicide house.
So you know about it?
I got the basics from Google.
The family moves into a long-vacant house.
Uh, one week later,
three of 'em dead by their own hands.
Whole family wiped out except for the daughter,
which the house is still under her name.
I'm figuring she's the one who nearly unmanned you back there.
But see, here's what I don't get.
I mean, a cold case is one thing, but...
this is subzero.
I mean, there's nothing even in our wheelhouse,
unless you know something I don't.
Yeah. Um...
That "long-vacant home"
used to be a Men of Letters chapter house.
Remember Magnus?
You mean the dickwad ex-Men of Letters
that tried to make a zoo exhibit out of me? Yeah.
Before he was expelled, he built Werther,
a magical box with a deadly alarm system.
Werther is buried somewhere in that house.
It was supposed to have been guarded,
but I'm guessing that plan went out the window
when Abaddon massacred the entire membership in '58.
And then the house stayed in limbo
until some lucky family bought it.
Werther's a time bomb
and it needs to be defused.
Not only is this in our wheelhouse,
it's our responsibility.
Our responsibility? We're Men of Letters.
It's our legacy.
Well, hey, if you say this is a case...
I'm in,
if you'll have me.
What did I say?
I... Aah!
You're not...
Fella tried to...
What do you want?
You saw him?
Oh, tell me you did.
I'm sorry, but my name is ... is Dwight Twilley.
I'm with the neighborhood watch.
We're ... we're looking into a few recent break-ins.
And if you saw the guy and you ... y-you could
give a description, it would be mighty helpful.
If I could ... if I could just have a minute
- of your... - Time?
Uh...
Tall white fella. Ah.
Pretty hair. Mm-hmm.
It's a nice house you have here, uh...
Suzie.
Suzie. You live alone?
Just me and Gus.
Gus?
So all alone in this big house, huh?
Must get lonely, even with, uh, Gus.
Yeah, well, I'm used to alone.
No, no. I'm fine, thanks.
Been alone here since, uh...
'80?
After my family died,
my aunt Pauline moved in.
She took care of me, raised me for a few years.
Then, well...
So, uh, what ... what happened?
To your aunt?
Well...
I told her not to go in the basement.
No one goes in the basement.
What's in the basement, Suzie?
Ma'am, you okay?
Oh! Whoa! Suzie.
My social skills may be rusty, but I'm no idiot.
Doorbell hasn't rung in months,
and two visitors in one hour?
One breaking in,
and the other asking all sorts of q-questions about ...
I told you, I was from the neighborhood watch. I ...
Yeah, yeah, neighborhood watch. Right.
Boy, you seen this house?
There's only one thing in here worth gettin' at,
and it sure as hell ain't me.
Okay. You came for the box.
Purificare la magia.
Whoever left that Godforsaken thing down there...
I knew someday, someone would come for it.
I swore never to let that happen.
He's downstairs, isn't ... isn't he?
He's my brother. And we're here to help you.
You call him up here.
Now!
You call him up here!
- Now! - Okay. Sam!
Sammy!
Purificare la magia.
She wants you up here now!
No. No!
Get out!
Out! Out!
You bastards! Okay. Okay.
You let it out!
Dean!
Hey. Hey, hey, hey. Take it easy.
You have any idea what you've done?
Put the gun down. We can talk about this, okay?
What's that?
Hey, Suzie. You miss me?
Oh, my God.
What's wrong with her? I don't know.
Stay back.
Stay back!
Go.
Come on, Suze. That any way to treat your family?
Hello, Suzie.
Oh!
What are you doing, huh?
You don't have a plan. You don't have a defense.
No. You did this to us.
You let it out.
We died while you slept.
No!
Suzie! No!
Suzie?
Please! No! Stop!
Stop!
Suzie!
Suzie, let me in! I can help you!
Suzie, it's not real!
You don't have to be sad.
And you don't have to be alone.
Suzie, please!
Not anymore.
Suzie! Hey, let me in. I can help you, okay?
Oh, please, no.
Suzie?
Dean!
Sam?
Suzie?
Crap.
Boo.
Survived 40 years in this house,
keeping that thing on lockdown,
and one visit from a putz like you...
I'm sorry, okay? I'm so sorry.
Lot of good "sorry" does me.
Look at me.
Look... At... Me.
There she is.
First casualty of your misguided mission.
But what's another human life to you?
Anything's worth it,
as long as you two make it out alive.
And how's that search going?
Any closer to a cure?
This isn't real.
You're not real.
You think Dean's the wild card, the loose cannon.
But don't you see?
Making deals with witches,
opening Pandora's box down there?
You're the reckless one.
You'll do anything to keep clinging to
that doomed brother of yours.
How many more will die, Sammy?
You know it. You have to be stopped!
And the only one who can stop you is you!
Do it, Sammy!
End this farce once and for all!
Vanesce!
Told you you'd need me.
How did you find me?
Same way I just saved you ...
magic.
Had a feeling you might be in over your head.
Yeah, well, you can't be here.
If Dean sees you...
Dean?
Sam?
Hey. Hey. What are you doing?
Uhh!
Hey, chief.
No. No, it can't be you.
Hey. Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Wake up!
Dean, whatever you're seeing, it's not real!
Real enough to him.
What are you doing?
He can't see me, Sam.
Yeah, he's too far gone.
Can you wake him up?
I only brought enough dispelling magic for one.
Maybe if you'd told me we'd have company...
There is no "we." Fine.
Take this all on by yourself.
But the odds are totally stacked against you.
You're not real.
Oh, the spell's got its hooks in deep.
If you want him woken up...
You're gonna have to rip this enchantment out by the root.
The box.
If we can figure out the fail-safe,
we can break the spell and get the codex.
Suzie's hallucinations drove her to suicide.
Same thing happened to her family.
Werther's illusions tried to do the same thing to me.
And so?
So I can't leave Dean alone like this.
Well, then...
We'll just have to tie up the bonny lad.
Could be fun.
Come on, Dean. How long you gonna keep this up?
The silent treatment for me?
We got so much to catch up on.
Hey, look, it's good to see you, okay? It is.
But like I said, you ain't Benny.
I'm not?
Well, shoot. Hey, I'm bummed out, too,
but you are just a figment, okay?
You're ... you're subconscious junk
my brain's throwing up
to distract me from getting back to reality.
"Figment"? "Junk"?
Well, I'll try not to be offended.
Why not trust me?
I've gotten you outta here before.
Besides, if all I am is your "subconscious junk,"
well, then how can I lead you wrong?
Well, how about that?
A perfect circle.
Don't look at me, chief.
You chose the way.
Here it is. There's some kind of inscription.
It's some kind of cursive, but the light source has dimmed.
I know what I've said about your kind,
but... oh. The man who came up with this?
The craftsmanship of the box,
the sadism of the spellwork...
It's all so...
deliciously baroque.
All right, come on.
Inluminia.
Well, now that is just creepy.
Benny ... whoever you are ... I need to get out of here.
"Need" and "want" are two different things, ain't they?
It's all a figment, right?
You, me, left, right.
But no matter which way you turn,
you keep ending up here.
You gotta wonder ...
why this figment?
Why this place?
What are you saying?
Nothing you don't already know.
This is where you wanna be ...
your happy place.
And you don't really wanna leave.
"Arcam confutare..."
"To silence the box..."
Mm.
"Sitim restinguere..."
"Slake its thirst..."
"Sanguine nostrum."
"With... the blood of our own."
That's it?
"The blood of its own..." What?
"The blood of our own."
Men of Letters blood.
Legacy blood.
My blood.
Oh.
Remember what you said to me when we first met?
About the purity of this place?
Dean, slow down.
Dean, stop.
Listen.
This?
This place, you don't have to go looking for a fight.
All you have to is be still for one moment,
and that fight will come to you.
That's why you're here, Dean.
That's the purity you crave ...
killing with no consequence.
No, Benny, I don't wanna fight anymore.
I'm tired of fightin'.
The Mark ain't.
So... can't leave.
Don't wanna stay.
Bit of a bind, ain't it?
Good thing there's always a third way out.
You can't tell me you haven't been thinking about it.
That ain't gonna happen, ever.
Come on, Dean.
I know you can see it.
The purity, the honor.
There's no honor in that.
What, you just wanna wait for the Mark to reclaim you?
Go out swinging, die topside, then what?
Maybe kill a few humans? Kill Cass? Kill your brother?
Yeah, that's mighty honorable! Benny, shut up!
Oh, I-I'm sorry. I forgot...
About your plan.
You gonna get Sam and Cass to put you down?
You really think they're gonna keep that agreement? Come on.
Dean, let's say they do.
Do you think they will ever recover from that?
It will ruin them.
This little backup plan of yours,
I know you've been thinking about it for a time.
I know it's been gnawin' at you.
You can't leave that job to them.
You're right.
Out there? You're sleeping.
You make the right choice in here,
you'll sleep forever,
and you won't ever hurt anyone ever again.
No one needs to know, Dean.
What happens in Purgatory, stays in Purgatory.
How do you know this will work?
I don't.
Hey.
It's working.
I always did love it here.
It's as good a place as any to call it a day, huh?
Slow down.
Right. Okay.
No, no, no.
It wants more, Sam.
It wants it all.
The codex...
Path to the cure.
It's in there.
If it wants more, it'll get more.
I'd do it.
If I really had to,
I would.
But the real Benny
would never let me.
We already covered that, chief.
It's not me.
You know what else won't let me?
This thing on my arm.
For better or worse, the Mark...
it wants me alive.
Thanks, pal,
but no thanks.
It's opening, Sammy!
It's nearly there!
Sam!
Hey! Hey. Hey.
Sammy, whatever you're seeing, it's ... it's a trick.
Okay? It's not real!
Dean? Yeah.
Hey. No.
No. Hey! Hey!
Get away from me!
No, don't! Don't!
It's the only way.
It needs legacy blood... No.
Enough to take a life.
Yeah, well...
It doesn't have to come from just one legacy, does it?
Uhh!
It needs more blood, it can have mine.
Oh, well.
Overkill, don't you think?
I mean, we broke the spell.
The box is just a box.
Well, now it's scrap metal.
You okay?
Yeah, I'm great.
You road ready?
I'll be fine.
That says something, doesn't it?
Werther splits us up in there.
Within an hour, we,'re both on the brink of death?
Sorry about yesterday, going rogue on you like that.
You know what, Dean? Don't apologize. I...
I think that makes us even.
The universe is trying to tell us something
we both should already know.
We're stronger together than apart.
Mnh.
Now what could possibly be so valuable
that it takes a spell that nasty to protect it, huh?
No idea.
Whatever it is,
we'll keep it safe.
Well, hello, cowboy.
Oh, you've got it!
Oh!
Is it enough?
To what?
To translate the book.
Find a cure for the Mark.
Oh, aye.
Good.
Wh...
What in the hell is this?
Insurance.
Comfortable?
We had an agreement, giant.
The agreement stands.
You will decrypt the book of the damned
and find me a cure for my brother.
And that is all you will get from the book.
I'll burn the book, then I'll kill Crowley.
But until then...
I'm your slave?
You can't ... you can't just leave me here.
You want out? Hurry up. Get to work.
Ugh! You big bampot!
Uhh!
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