It's a secret society.
The last true beacon of light
in a world gone topsy-turvy.
European team... they were active during world war ii.
Inducted in 1939, part of a small delegation
that was sent to Europe. We're legacies.
Time travel? That's a reasonable plan?
What, angels got their hands on some Deloreans?
How did I get here?
You tapped the power of your soul to get here?
Freaking time travel, man.
The Thule society. Right. They were Nazis.
Nazi necromancers. Dark magic, mostly with dead people.
You can kill me, but you will never kill all the Thule.
Uhh! Nazi bastards.
Lucifer.
Bloody hell. Uhh!
Let's chat.
We want to kill the Darkness.
We need to kill the Darkness.
I've had two shots at Amara,
and I don't think I can.
I got it, Dean.
Es ist angekommen.
Ja, ich habe eine militareskorte angefordert.
Naturlich, ich werde den egenstand zu ihnen bringen.
Bitte,
es ist Mir eine grosse ehre.
Mein fuhrer.
The bed is cold.
Liebchen.
What is that, mon amour?
This is why I've come here.
And I thought you occupied my country to meet me.
Mm-hmm.
You were a bonus, Delphine.
Mm. A treasure.
Ma petite collaboratrice.
But this...
This is what my country has been waiting for.
Can I see it?
Naughty Delphine.
Mm. Bitte.
One little peek.
Mm. Shh.
Mmm.
Alors. C'est vrai.
Mein liebchen.
Uhh!
I have lived a hard life. But these months?
Pretending to love a Nazi cochon like you has been the worst.
But this moment...
Watching you die?
It is the best.
The Men of Letters send their regards.
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We're out.
There was a half a bag yesterday.
I killed it. Hey...
Did you know the Nazis had
a special branch devoted to archaeology?
A little early for Nazi trivia, especially without caffeine.
It was called, uh, the "Ahnenerbe."
There were sites all over Germany,
and then as the Nazis increased their territory,
they started popping up in ... in Poland,
Finland, uh, North Africa.
Yeah, how is this more important than our coffee situation?
'Cause I found something.
I mean, we need something ... magic,
a-a weapon strong enough to give us a shot against Amara.
So I've been looking outside the lore in history,
and I found this ... uh, "The Vichy Memorandums."
They were Nazi communications
that puzzle historians to this day,
and they speak of a superweapon obtained
by the Ahnenerbe,
said to be strong enough to win the war.
Yeah? What was it?
Well, uh, these memos refer to it as..
"The Hand of God."
I mean, that was sort of a catchall term
for several objects he touched on earth in biblical times,
but they're believed to contain traces of his power.
Yeah, well, the Nazis believed a lot of things.
Dean, Lucifer's caged.
God's M.I.A.
The only beings strong enough to battle Amara are gone.
If we're gonna fight her, what better way to arm up
than with an actual dose of his power?
Okay, so you said the Nazis got their hands on
one of these, uh..."Hands."
Right.
Well, if it was so powerful it could win them the war,
why didn't it? Because they lost it.
En route to Berlin, it was stolen.
The Nazis searched high and low for the thief,
but they never found their prime suspect.
Uh, here. Delphine Seydoux.
French mistress to a high-ranking Nazi.
Thought to be a French traitor
till she killed her German lover and made off with the weapon.
Allied spy? French resistance?
That's what the Nazis thought,
but their investigation led them to a different conclusion ...
that she was "Un Femme de Lettres."
A Woman of Letters.
Uh, sir?
Would you like to hear the latest soul numbers?
No, because I don't care.
How about an update on Amara?
Well, the update is...
Well, that there is no update. We still haven't found her.
Sir, if I may...
Since you've claimed the throne, we could use some direction.
Any direction.
We could deploy a force.
Real boots on the ground, shake the trees to find her.
W-with you leading the charge,
of course.
We have had a coward and a fool at the helm for too long.
Perhaps it's time to...
Doggie wants to speak.
How dare you.
The impudence.
The lack of humility.
That's no way to talk to your master...
Lucifer.
That's a good doggie.
Who knew the Men of Letters had European chapters?
Maybe it wasn't an entire chapter.
Just some assets, you know?
Yeah, and letting women join way back in the '40s?
I just never got the impression
that they were so big on gender equality.
You know, it's right there in the name.
Well, it was World War II.
Kind of an all-hands-on-deck situation, you know?
Yeah, Rosie the riveter.
Hmm. Cool. Here you go.
This report was written by Clifford Henshaw,
a bunker-based Man of Letters, back in 1943.
It's the right era.
But it's in French.
Well? Hey.
So it's definitely about Delphine.
Her name's at the top of every page.
And check this out.
They're transcriptions from transatlantic cables
between Clifford and Delphine.
What do they say? Uh, give me a second.
Web translation's kind of buggy.
Seriously? Dude, it's, like, noon.
Uh, well, you drank all the coffee,
so what am I supposed to drink? Water?
Look at this.
They were making arrangements
to get the artifact out of Europe to keep it safe.
Uh, Henshaw pulled some strings
with a Man of Letters in the O.S.S.
to requisition an active U.S. submarine to transport
Delphine and the weapon back to the states.
Back to here.
Wait, the bunker? Yeah.
So it's been here the whole time?
Uh...
No. Never arrived.
Uh, the U.S.S. Bluefin came under German attack
midway through its trip across the Atlantic.
The sub was sunk.
The ship and its contents
haven't been recovered to this day.
Great. It's lost.
Or is it?
Well, yeah, I'd say so.
I mean, tides took the wreckage.
Submersibles have been trying to locate it for years.
I mean, if James Cameron and his "Avatar" billions
can't find it... Yeah, but...
We have something that James Cameron doesn't have.
That's all of it?
Yes, sir.
The requested weaponry from your crypts.
Does it... Please you?
Spare me.
How are your wounds, doggie?
They are...
No less than I deserve.
Aww.
You're scared of your master.
That's a good doggie.
Aah!
But it's an act.
I broke you, but, um...
Yep, I can still smell it.
You've got that delectable little whiff of defiance.
You're just playing, huh?
Waiting for your moment to retake the throne.
Am I right?
Yes, sir.
Well, then... Tell me, uh,
once and future... King of Hell,
you've been watching my rule.
What treasonous thoughts do you have
brewing in that little head of yours, huh?
What are you really thinking?
Hmm?
The truth, sir?
Yeah.
You're not strong enough.
You've had your weapons delivered.
You realize they won't be enough.
If you thought you could beat Amara,
you'd be taking the fight to her,
right now.
You're a clever little doggie.
You're right.
At the moment, I-I may be a bit underequipped.
Maybe defeating Amara was a bit more of a team effort
than I led certain people to believe.
You know, all that said...
I'm still your master.
Did I let you out of that kennel too soon?
No.
No barking.
It's showtime.
Hello, Dean.
There were several God-touched objects,
but it never occurred to me that any had survived the flood,
let alone the 20th Century.
Do you think we can use it against Amara?
It's perfect.
I can get you back there.
Without wings?
Cass, you can't even teleport.
Time travel's is a... It's a whole different system.
Told ya.
So, uh, these the last coordinates?
That's the Bluefin's last transmission to shore, yeah.
All right. Wait a second.
Cass, aren't there still risks with time travel?
I mean, aren't there consequences that ...
Sam...
This is the ideal scenario. What?
That sub's a tin can floating in the middle of the ocean,
doomed to go down.
You can't really mess with history at 20,000 leagues.
So we get in, get the weapon, get out. It's a milk run.
Well, t-that's not a-a very good plan.
Well, if things get out of hand,
then Cass'll just zap me right back.
You?
You're not going.
I beg your pardon?
You need to stay here. Stay here?
Just in case things go sideways,
somebody needs to be left standing
to take care of the Darkness.
We can't risk us both,
and at the moment, I'm the least valuable player.
You both know that I can't kill Amara,
so the least I could do
is get the thing that we need so that you can.
So you expect me to sit here and ride the pine
while you and Cass go play Jules Verne?
Yes. No. Uh, who?
I won't let him out of my sight.
You'll stay by his side the entire time?
I will.
Sam...
Let me do this.
Okay? I need to do this.
Be safe. When am I not?
Let's do this, Cass.
Bon voyage.
Cass?
See, I enlisted to sink German ships.
You're up.
Let's go. Vacation's over.
Now we got zip running patrols in the bay.
Now captain's got us going the wrong direction?
To run some mystery mission for some broad?
Tell me how that makes sense.
I wouldn't worry about it. Get some rest.
You know I can't rest.
Cass?
Why...
Wait a second. Where's Dean?
We made the leap.
He got on. I didn't.
What?
I couldn't make it past the hull.
1996?
Uhh!
Where's Delphine?
Where's the broad?
I-I-I don't know what you're talking about.
Someone must have warded the ship.
Delphine. It has to be.
I mean, she's protecting the weapon, right?
Cass.
Just go back to their last port before she boarded,
leave a message so Dean knows.
Where?
Where would Dean see it that the crew wouldn't?
He's as likely to find the warding
as he is any message I'd leave.
Then send me. You got Dean past the hull.
Right.
We'll double-down on what screwed us the first time.
You're really bringing your "A" ideas today.
I can't believe I lost it.
Him. Mm.
Can't believe I lost Dean.
Well, it's up to him now to find and clear the warding.
No. We can help.
There's got to be something
in ... in ... in magic or angel lore.
You know, some way to clear the sigils from the outside.
Cass...
Don't worry. We'll bring him back.
Look out. Coming through.
Uh... Sir.
When can I smoke?
When it's your turn, I'll let you know.
Surely some of you boys take breaks in the engine room?
Captain wants you stayed put.
Let me guess. He fears I would distract his men?
Does not want a skirt roaming the decks?
Give me the light.
But, ma'am, uh...
You're wearing pants.
Rich, ain't it?
Frog's sittin' pretty like Queen of Sheba,
getting room service in the wardroom,
and I can't even gripe 'cause... Well, you seen that dame?
The gams on her?
Yeah. Yeah, she's a hottie.
Yeah, those gams, huh?
Who are you?
Delphine...
You might find this hard to believe, but ...
Not a soul on this ship knows my name,
so I repeat, who are you?
- Coming through! - Hey!
Excuse me, sir.
I'm a friend of Clifford Henshaw.
I'm a Man of Letters.
That's him.
That's the guy. Captain.
Sit down. Okay, I'm ...
He took my clothes,
and he hog-tied me in the head, this guy.
What should we do with him, captain? Search him.
All right, all right.
That's...
Petey, this yours?
What the hell is this?
It's a phone.
Right. A phone in your pocket.
Next thing this guy's gonna tell us
is he's from space. Yeah, or the future.
I-I am.
Captain James Dearborn?
My name is Dean Winchester,
and I am on a mission from the future,
the details of which I am not at liberty to discuss.
But know this ... within the hour,
a German destroyer will find and attack this submarine,
and you will go down.
Okay, you've said your piece. Let me tell you what I think.
Captain...
I think you're a soldier that's gone A.W.O.L.
You've hopped a ride home, and this cockeyed story
is some loony attempt to keep your cover as a civvie.
That, or you're a spy.
Deciding which? I'll leave that to the court martial.
I need to speak with this man alone.
Not a chance.
Captain, there are things,
things about this mission that you don't know.
Flash Gordon here will remain under guard
until we reach the shore. Gladly.
What if we don't reach shore? What if he's right?
The odds of a German attack from a surface ship,
this far west, hunting down a lone submarine?
Captain?
Sonar's picked up a surface ship on a steady bearing, closing.
Understood.
Harris, back to your station.
Giraldi, watch our guest.
Yes, sir.
The Germans, they've come for it.
Delphine, the warding on the hull? The sigil?
That's not like any I've seen.
You're certain of the identification? Yes, sir.
Uh, 36B German destroyer,
3,000 yards in closing. Bearing 0-9-0.
Clear the bridge. Clear the bridge!
My mentor in the men of letters,
he taught me the symbol before he died.
World Series, 1944.
Go. Um...
You're from the future.
Tell me, who won?
Um, the, uh, the Rangers.
The Rangers?
He believed it would keep me and the artifact safe
on our journey... Who are the Rangers?
from supernatural interference.
And angelic interference.
Angels? They are not real. Who are the Rangers?
Look, kid, I don't follow baseball, okay?
Yeah, and angels are real.
In fact, one of them is my ride off this ship.
Now look, the warding that you put up to block the magic,
it must've blocked him, too. I cleared the one.
If there's any more, we gotta clear those, too.
Otherwise, I'm stuck here. Okay, then.
The next president. Delphine, you wanted the weapon
to be at a Men of Letters safe house, right?
I'm from the bunker.
That's how I knew how to find you,
from your communication with Henshaw.
Now if you clear the way, I can get it there for you.
And that's why you came,
to protect the object, the weapon?
You gonna answer my question?
Eisenhower, okay? No. Uh... Truman.
Now would you please shut up?
No. This sub is going down.
But the allies do win.
But from Man of Letters to Man of Letters?
I'm fighting a war in the future.
It's not like your war.
It's big. Biblical, end-is-nigh big.
And I need your weapon to win.
That is why I came.
But we all die?
Me, the girl, the rest of the crew?
I'm just trying to get your story clear.
Yes.
Look, I know it's a lot to ask,
especially from a complete stranger.
You're not a stranger.
"Man of Letters to Man of Letters."
I trust you.
Hatch secure.
Alter course to 2-7-0. Take us down to 60 feet.
Alter course to 2-7-0!
Altering course to 2-7-0. Open front port.
Dive, dive, dive! Dive! Dive!
Wait a second. I think I have something.
"The spell of gathering."
It's an incantation used
to "focus the power of celestial beings" ... angels ...
"against all drawn forms of evasion."
This spell was designed
to clear all mystical or occult blockages.
I mean, this is highly theoretical magic.
It's never been used before,
but it sounds like it could work. Do you have the ingredients?
Uh...
All but one.
That's why it's never been used before.
It requires the power of an archangel.
Well, Sam, we may as well try.
We don't have time for long shots, Cass.
Even at full power, you're not strong enough.
That's the hand of God?
Doesn't look like much.
No, I suppose it doesn't.
It must have been more impressive in its complete form.
The Ark of the Covenant.
Oh, so full-on "Raiders."
That's...
Okay.
Don't touch it bare-handed.
Its power is potent and unstable.
No mortal can survive long
with direct contact.
I'll remove the warding.
I'll be back.
Promise.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
Definitely not you.
Okay.
When?
When what?
When do we win?
Months, years, decades?
Got a lot of friends and family on other ships,
in other branches.
I want to know what their chances are.
Years.
1945.
You believe me?
I read a lot of Flash Gordon.
1,500 yards. We are not shaking him.
Battle stations. Sir, respectfully,
our orders were to go home, not engage.
X.O., do not make me repeat myself.
Battle stations! Aye, aye, sir!
General quarters, battle stations.
General quarters, man your battle stations.
All hands, man your battle stations. Okay, let's go!
Let's go, boys! Let's go! Come on! Come on!
Go! Okay! Okay!
Let's go! Let's go! Let's go! Let's go!
Keep it going! Keep it going! Go.
He said get a move on! Get a move on!
Get to it! Get to it! Everyone in positions!
Stand by to load tube number 8.
Load aft torpedoes.
Harris, open the rear door.
Opening door. Go! Clear!
Easy. Ease it down.
We're secured! Flood the tube.
Flooding.
Ready to fire.
800 yards and closing.
Torpedoes loaded. Line us up for a bow shot.
Line up for a bow shot. Lining up for a bow shot.
Locked.
In position, ready to fire.
Captain, uh, I-I've lost his position.
What? He's gone.
How is it possible
to lose a 3,000-ton warship from 800 yards?
Find him!
Aah! 30 yards, sir!
He's right on top of us! How?
Flood negative!
Take us down to max depth and rig for silent running!
Silent running!
What's happening?
Shh! Shh!
Leveling out at 300, sir.
Kill me. Wait.
You can't do that.
Kill me.
Splashes.
Depth charge.
I don't have to kill you, okay?
I can just cut it. It'll work.
Not with this.
It's spell-bound ... to my blood, my heart.
Its power lives and dies with me.
Do it.
Midshipman down! We need a medic!
Hey.
Cass, what is that?
It's your spell of gathering.
Are you nuts?
You're not strong enough, Cass. You could get hurt.
You find a better option?
Well... No,
but without a serious boost to your angel power,
that spell won't even work.
My strength may surprise you.
Wait a second.
I remember Bobby told me,
when you needed strength to retrieve us from the past,
you used him to power up.
You ... you touched his soul. Right?
That's right. I did that.
But that ... that, uh, procedure it can be fatal.
Use my soul.
That way, maybe you'll have enough power to wield the spell.
That isn't necessary.
It's worth the risk.
Cass, Dean needs our help.
I trust you.
What?
Oh, it's ju... I don't ... I don't need you anymore.
I mean, Dean's the one with the link to Amara.
Why have I been trying to spare you?
I mean, maybe it's because
you're like the girl who kept turning me down at the prom.
I will touch your soul,
just because you asked so nicely.
And I'll use your spell to blast through the warding
and retrieve Dean and the, uh... Hand of God.
And then when Dean comes back
and he finds this place decorated with your guts,
I will tell him the truth, Sam.
I'll just say, "Dean" ...
"Dean...
"He knew the risks.
He wouldn't take 'no' for an answer."
Lucifer.
In the flesh.
Hello, Castiel.
Medic!
Come on!
Damage report?
Battery room is flooded. Hull's breached.
We're dead in the water.
Ship's locked in position above us.
American submarine.
Captain...
The Germans are sending a message.
American submarine.
Sir, it's not for you.
Watch your head.
Go ahead.
Hello, mein liebchen.
It is not possible. I killed you.
A little advice, Delphine.
If you want a friend of the Thule to stay dead,
burn the body.
A word for the captain.
You may have noticed you are up against a warship
and a crew possessing,
let us say, extraordinary abilities.
And you have taken damage that you cannot recover from.
So I offer you a choice ...
surface now, relinquish the girl and her cargo,
and I can assure you and your men
the highest of P.O.W. treatment.
Or you can protect her,
and we will depth charge you and your boat
right into the seabed
and recover the cargo ourselves.
You have three minutes to surrender.
I don't expect you to understand, but this cargo,
the Germans can't have it.
You need to believe me.
Our orders were to protect you and your cargo.
We wouldn't even consider a surrender.
You had better reconsider.
Killing me is your only way off this ship.
Maybe not.
Teach me how to use it.
It's the power of God.
Maybe I can use it to save you, save the sub.
And your war? I want to help you now.
Two minutes, Captain. You save the ship,
get us to the surface, and then what?
The power of God will consume you,
and you'll have merely brought the weapon
closer to the Nazis' grasp.
We are supposed to die.
Let us do it with a purpose.
How long can you keep the boat steady?
Not long. And once they resume their attack ...
Give me every second you can. Delphine, what are you doing?
One minute. I'm going to get you home.
And I'm going to get you and your men
your first German ship.
No, no. Sam.
Sam, it's me.
Cass? Why?
I wanted to be of service to the fight.
And only Lucifer can beat her.
You chose this?
You have to fight, Cass. Eject him now!
I can't.
It's taking all my strength to keep him from killing you.
And besides, we need him. No, Cass, we don't.
We'll find another way to stop Amara.
We need him to save Dean.
You can't time travel.
Only Lucifer can.
How fast is your ride back?
Fast. Good.
It's time!
God help us all.
Aah!
Isolate that panel!
What is this?
Aah!
Fire in the control room!
Torpedoes are taking water! We need...
Electrical!
Dean.
That's not Cass!
Cat's out.
Mm! I feel a burden lifted.
You know, this whole "deep cover" thing,
it just wasn't ... it wasn't terribly well thought out.
Donning this... This Cass mask?
This grim face of angelic constipation?
Just ugh.
And then teaming up with you two? I mean...
I thought you boys
were insufferable as mortal enemies.
But working with you?
Ugh. That's the soul crusher.
Why the faces, boys?
You should be cheering. We have a common enemy.
With this, she will be no problem.
I mean...
I will have killed you both by then, but still...
Come on.
No.
No!
It's kicked.
Well...
Who'd have thought the Hand of God
would turn out to be a one-hitter?
So...
Cass.
Yeah.
Yeah, what do we do?
What else?
We hunt Lucifer,
trap the bastard, and save Cass.
Like I said,
Lucifer may be in control now,
but Cass may not come back willingly.
I mean, he chose it. No.
No, not possible.
Hales sharply ]
So how'd you get through today? I mean, what did you do?
Nothing.
Sam, they...
I was just a witness.
Do you want to talk about it?
No.
No. Story for another day.
Hey, the, uh...
The German ship that sank the Bluefin,
what happened to it?
It went down.
Unlike the sub, its wreckage was found.
Um, there was a giant hole
that'd been ripped through the entire thing.
Something must have hit the fuel tanks and exploded.
But it burned. Sank.
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