Azazel was a fanatic. Dagon has her toys.
If anyone bothers a Prince of Hell...
you don't wanna know what happens.
Crowley's dead. Kelly's dead.
Cass is...
- Mom's gone. - Aah!
And apparently, the Devil's kid hit puberty in 30 seconds flat.
No!
Jack is not evil. He's just a kid.
My mother, she said the world was a dangerous place.
That's why I had to grow up fast.
She said Castiel, he would keep me safe.
I think we should take him back to the bunker.
I agree.
Until I figure out a way to end him,
we'll bring him home.
Protect the throne, Drexel?
Face it, we're done.
Lord Lucifer promised he would return.
He'll pull us out of chaos.
He will make Hell great again.
Do you even hear yourself?
What did I tell you? Hmm?
On your feet.
Um... who'd you say you were?
I am Asmodeus...
Fourth Prince of Hell.
here to rule until such time
as Lucifer returns with his son.
And there are gonna be some changes.
The underperforming and ineffective,
the corporate lackeys in the Crowley era
are being purged.
The grand old days of fire and brimstone are back.
The following will step forward —
Mr. Drexel.
Mr. Harrington.
Mr. Sierra.
As for the rest of y'all...
There's a new sheriff in town.
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Hey, we still got probably 12 hours until we're home.
You want me to drive?
Do I ever want you to drive?
Look...
losing Mom and Cass,
that's a lot to process, Dean,
especially on no sleep.
And the kid — “The kid”?
Come on, man. You know how this plays out.
Look, when we try to bend the rules,
pretend that the bad guys aren't so bad
or that things will get fixed,
that's when people that we care about get hurt.
And then we end up doing what we should've done
in the first place, which is end the problem.
So this time, let's start with the obvious.
Soon as I find a way to take care of... It.
Dean, “the problem”
might be our only shot at saving Mom.
Mom's gone.
There's no fixing that.
Mary, not to be critical,
but if we are ever gonna find a way out of here, uh,
you gotta pick up the pace.
We got a lot of ground to cover, okay?
Not sure I see the point, since...
no matter how this plays out,
you're going to kill me.
Why would I kill you?
- Oh. That's right. - 'Cause I'm evil.
Yeah, let me tell you a couple things, all right?
You don't get to defy God and beat the Cage
without having a modicum of intelligence, all right?
A game plan, i.e., I don't want you dead
because I need you alive.
All right, look, yeah, in a perfect world,
I would probably kill you and your plodding sons.
But life isn't fair.
Your sons have my boy.
So I'm gonna exchange you for my son.
You can't possibly care about raising a child.
Oh, you have no idea what I care about.
Aah!
What the hell?
Mary?
No trace of Lucifer.
Indeed.
We scoured all of Hell.
Even checked the Cage. Nothing.
At this point, we must focus on the son.
There's no sign of him either, sir.
Maybe a Sudden Infant Death?
He is not an infant.
New to this world, yes, but he is full
of timeless knowledge and unschooled power.
He lives. I know it.
With Lucifer gone, I want him found and trained to rule.
With me as his humble advisor, of course.
Okay.
“Find son,
but continue to search for Lucifer.”
Because if we didn't, he'd be upset,
and I-I can assure you, from personal experience,
that an upset Lucifer has a, uh,
short fuse.
Are you equating your paltry acquaintance with our lord to mine?
- Uh... - Mine, which is born
from eons of service and sacrifice?
Ah.
I know the perils of Lucifer's disappointment.
He... he did that?
Long ago.
Eager to please, I freed the Shedim.
You...
Oh, I've heard stories about —
Oh, I'm sure you have.
Hell's most savage.
Things so dark and base,
God himself would not allow them into the light.
But I, in my pride, believed that I could train them.
Use them.
But Lucifer feared them, as well he should,
so he forbade it,
locked them up again.
He was...
“disappointed” in me.
Mm. Mm.
The pain, the, uh,
the total humiliation...
it forged an eternal bond between us.
I am his to command,
as you are mine.
Write that down.
This is a bad idea. We should've just kept driving.
Dude... you were hallucinating sheep on the road.
We need a few hours.
This is nice.
Let's ward the room, get a bite,
get a few hours of sleep, hit the road first thing.
It's... wonderful.
Hey. No.
But... Y—
No.
And you're on the couch, sport.
All right?
So why don't you go over there?
Sit down and... here.
Read a book.
We're out of here in a few hours.
Jack, hey, I can take the couch. Why don't —
No, no. It's fine.
You can slow down, you know.
That stuff's not gonna disappear.
Ever seen you eat, Dean?
Wait, wait, wait. How old do you think you are?
3 days, 17 hours, and 42 minutes.
This book, it mentions my father.
Not Castiel, but Lucifer.
Oh, yeah. Yeah, he's — he's big in the Bible.
Lotta screen time.
And you... knew him?
Well, he's not really an easy guy to know.
He's, um, he's kind of rough around the edges.
He's Satan.
And that's... that's bad.
Damn straight.
See... he turned on his father, God.
God. He's in here, too.
Is he famous or something?
Yeah. Um, God basically...
created everything.
Yeah, and then he skipped out,
leaving guys like us to clean up his messes like Lucifer.
So God's like my grandfather.
He's family, and that's...
that's good. Sometimes.
Okay, all right, will you stop?
So, Jack, we know Kelly taught you things before you were born.
And obviously, you can, you know,
make people or things move with your mind.
But, um...
what else can you do?
I...
don't know.
Okay.
For instance, say you wanted to —
to be someplace else right now.
Could you?
Can you teleport?
“Teleport.”
Yes.
If you wanted to be on the other side of that door
right this instant, what would you do?
What...
Great.
You know, it's possible he's more human than we thought.
Mm-hmm.
Like that?
Come on.
You're trying to tell me you didn't pick up anything
before you were born?
That your father never reached out to you?
What?
Jack? Hey.
You all right?
Yeah. Uh, good.
I'm good.
All right, I say we, uh... get some rest.
It's been a long day. We're startin' early tomorrow.
Uhh!
Donatello?
Sam? Dean?
Is God with you?
You okay?
Ah, pretty much.
No soul of course, thanks to Amara.
It's kinda like losing your appendix.
You never really noticed it when you had it.
But now, when I come to a moral crossroad,
I ask myself, “What would Mr. Rogers do?”
And as soon as I nail that, I'm usually good.
Why are you here?
Yes.
That is the question we all must ask.
Why are you in Wyoming?
Oh. Uh, Well...
after God left, I said to myself,
“Donatello, you are so retired"
I mean, who needs a prophet of God
when there is no God?
So... a few days ago,
I'm online, checking out condos in Boca,
and I am knocked off my feet by this weird wave of power.
Not exactly like God's.
More like... something new, something fresh.
I was drawn to it.
It's here.
Wow.
Right here.
It's...
you.
Who are you?
I'm... Jack.
Jack is a nephilim.
A child of a human and an angel.
Archangel, actually.
Um... Lucifer.
Lucifer?
And Donatello here is a prophet.
Which means he has a direct line to God, or Heaven.
Yes, well, not so much anymore.
But, uh...
Look at you.
The waves of power...
so intense.
Maybe less human than we thought.
Fascinating.
You know, I've met your father.
Your power's nothing like his. Not dark, not toxic.
That so?
Not yet.
If Jack is sending out a signal strong enough
to get Donatello all the way out here...
The angels are still out there.
I mean, who knows what else might be listening?
He needs protection.
All right, so, uh...
I'm thinking something like this, right about here.
Uh, you know what? Exactly like that.
And you're cool with this?
Yeah.
Turn the damn thing on and start buzzin'.
W-we're brothers. It's kind of like a family crest.
So you heard Donatello. No evil vibes from Jack.
Proves nothing,
except you're way too attached to this kid.
You need to see this for what it is, okay?
I mean, what do you need, a sign?
Dean, whatever his powers are or will be...
if we train him properly, they could be used for good.
Aah!
Uhh!
Well, there's your sign.
Did you do that? I'm not sure.
Hey. You all right?
It hurt.
Okay, see, sometimes, things hurt,
so you just man up and deal with it.
Yes. I understand.
Pain is a part of the complete human experience.
Accepting it is a sign of maturity.
All right.
I think your, uh, machine might've fritzed out there.
You might wanna get that looked at.
Uh... Yeah.
Okeydokey.
Looks good, Jack.
Well, there's your second sign.
It was a reflex. He didn't do it on purpose.
Who cares if he didn't do it on purpose? He did it.
I mean, you didn't see Cass smiting someone
every time he got his teeth cleaned. I'm right here, you know.
Yeah, and what about the vanishing tattoo?
An archangel healing itself.
Another reflex.
Or maybe he didn't want to be warded.
Okay, look, yeah, Jack is on Lucifer's family tree.
But we don't know if that DNA is stronger than Kelly's,
or his connection with Cass.
Oh, you mean the connection that got Cass killed?
I'm just saying, Jack doesn't have to be evil.
We can teach him not to be.
Ah.
- The nature versus nurture conundrum. - Hey.
Mnh-mnh. Dude...
Oh. Speaking not as a prophet but as a scientist,
I don't think teaching him is in the cards.
It's like asking a lion not to be a lion.
But this isn't a lion! This is a human!
With a strong dose of God juice.
Okay. That's it. I'm done, all right?
'Cause he's not God, he's not Cass, he's not Simba.
He's the friggin' Devil!
Jack?
Uh-oh.
I love you, Jack.
I love you so much.
You are gonna be amazing.
Jack?
Hey.
Hey, bud. We, uh, we've been looking for ya.
I'm sorry. I...
Everyone was so angry.
Yeah, and, um...
I suppose you wanted to be away from it.
And suddenly, I was.
I'll tell you what.
You got some special skills, Jack.
That's for sure.
We just need to make sure we get a grip on 'em, so...
so you don't hurt anybody.
Is that why Dean hates me?
Dean doesn't hate you. It...
Look, sometimes the wires in Dean's head get crossed
and — and he gets frustrated,
and then he mixes frustration with anger,
and — and — and fear.
Why would he be afraid?
Because Dean feels like it's his job to protect everyone.
And right now, we need to protect you.
But we may also need to protect people from you.
Maybe I'm not worth all this.
Your mom thought you were.
So did Cass.
So do I.
Getcha another?
Yeah. Sure.
What the hell? You're not drivin', right?
I've just — I've seen you around the hotel.
Passin' through with... what, your buddies?
Uh, that's my brother, and some messed up kid.
Oh, the kid's messed up?
Yeah, issues with his dad.
The older fella.
No, that's, uh, Donatello. Uh, he's a...
guy we work with.
I hated my old man. I ran away myself.
See, my mom would never stick up for me.
But... you know kids.
No matter what, they still want the old man's approval.
Well, that's how it was with me, just...
You know, that's, uh,
that's how it was with me, too.
I'm talkin' your ear off I'll — I'll grab you that drink.
You know what? I'm good. Uh, I'm gonna take a walk.
There you go. Thank you. Thanks.
Come in.
- Hey. - Hi.
Good morning.
How's Jack?
Uh, by the way, sorry to stick him with you.
Things got a little tense here last night,
so I figured it'd be better to have him stay in your room.
It's not a big deal. He's an interesting kid.
Yeah. Yeah, that's an understatement.
Let — let me ask ya...
Do you have any idea how powerful he'll get to be?
I-I don't. No.
But the, uh, the lore says, quote,
“A nephilim becomes more powerful
than the angel who sired it.”
In this case, the sire is an archangel.
So...
Does he know about his father?
Vaguely.
So he's not bonded to Lucifer.
He seems to have a real attachment to his mom,
but only kind of a fuzzy idea about his dad.
And his mom, Kelly, was a really good person,
so that makes me think Jack can be molded the right way.
Mm, molded.
I hope you're right. Yeah.
Who the hell are you?
Mary.
Mary Winchester.
I'm a Hunter.
Doubt it.
Come here.
You don't walk like an angel.
They all walk like they got sticks up their asses.
Not a demon neither.
I told you.
I ain't never met a female Hunter.
Not many women, period, since the wars began.
Wars?
What rock you been under?
I'm not from around here.
Oh. I don't know anything...
I just got attacked by some kind of fireball or something.
Angels, yeah.
Always takin' shots.
Maybe I can... help you
find your way.
I'm good.
Ah. Let's keep this friendly, huh?
Bitch!
Uhh!
You're welcome.
Uh, Mary, in case you didn't notice this,
you left without me.
What is wrong with you?
We need each other. This is a win-win situation.
Okay? We get outta this... theme park,
we both get our boys back.
You think I want you to win?
Yeah, I'm — I'm afraid I'm gonna have to insist.
Hey. Hey.
We should probably hit it.
Uh, I was just gonna call you, actually.
Um, look...
we are gonna be on the road a long time today. Right?
Yeah. Well, you know, we don't have to be 'cause your new pal
could just zap us back to the bunker like that.
Point is...
if you and I are gonna do this,
keep Jack on the right side of things,
then — then we have to be on the same page.
Okay. Well, that's the problem, though, Sam,
'cause we're not on the same page. Like, at all.
All right. You know what? I know what's going on here.
Oh. Okay. Well, please, tell me, what's going on here?
You thinking Mom is gone and Cass is gone,
and that Jack can't be saved.
Dean, after everything we've gone through...
We just lost people we love,
people who have been in our lives for a long time.
Everything's upside-down. I get it.
But we've been down before. I mean, rock bottom.
And we find a way.
We fix it because that's what we do.
And Jack wants to do the right thing.
Jack's scared to death of who he is,
and he's scared of you.
Come in.
Morning, guys.
Uh, got a minute? I, uh, wanna talk to you about Jack.
We just talked about Jack.
- What? - You were just here.
No, I wasn't.
I was grabbing breakfast burritos. Extra spicy.
Jack?
He's gone.
Okay, okay, so — so — so -soso who's got Jack?
And who was I — or what was I talking to? A shifter?
What would a shifter want with Jack?
Where you going, cowboy?
He — he went this way.
You sure?
I can feel it.
I'll get the gear.
Aah! Uhh!
First angels, now demons. Terrific.
I guess the word's out.
Donatello.
Aah!
Uhh!
Uh, housekeeping is not gonna like this.
Jack.
As a prophet, Jack, I speak the words of God.
Do you know who God is?
Yes.
Kind of.
Well, son, God has a message for you.
You must prepare yourself, Jack.
Train yourself to use your gifts,
to fulfill your destiny.
How?
Long ago, a troop of God's bravest soldiers
were trapped in a distant cavern of a place called Hell.
I've read about Hell.
It doesn't sound nice.
It's not. That's why we have to rescue the soldiers.
They're called the Shedim,
and God wants you to set them free,
to be a hero.
I could do that?
And so much more.
Uh...
You see that patch of earth there?
Imagine the force of your will,
drilling down into infinite darkness,
the soldiers being drawn to the surface.
Do it, Jack!
Do it for God!
Focus!
I'm trying.
Try harder, boy!
Turn!
Th— this is worrisome.
I'm sensing a power emanation alongside Jack's.
It gets stronger the closer we get to it.
Jasper, Wyoming?
Maybe it's an angel.
No. Something dark.
Do you ever have any good news?
All right, well,
see if there's anything in Jasper that's demon-y.
Yeah, there is.
According to Dad's journal,
Jasper is home to its very own Gate to Hell.
It gets better. Fantastic.
According to legend, this particular gate
leads to, “A place where unimaginable evil emanates
from creatures too wicked for the Pit to hold.”
What the hell does that mean?
They're really bad.
Ah! Turn!
Are you tired? Really?
You know what? Let me tell you a couple things.
First of all, we gotta blow this taco stand
before who knows what happens to my son.
And second of all, you're the reason that we are even stuck
in this literally godforsaken place to begin with.
So I'm sorry you're tired.
It's not my fault you were born a wimpy little human
with your wimpy little lungs and your weak little legs.
What? You heard me.
Don't say another word on this trip, okay?
Just what I need.
Angels.
Hey.
I sense a creature that stinks of Hell.
Oh, yeah. That would be her.
False!
Identify yourself.
I'm Lucifer.
False.
No, I'm pretty sure I'm — I'm Lucifer.
- You wanna tell this guy who I am? - False.
Lucifer was killed by the archangel Michael.
What?
This place is nuts!
Freeze!
Oh, what are you gonna...
Are you gonna smite me?
- On my command. - Oh, for the love of...
Now!
Aah!
Was he kidding?
I mean, even in land of Bizarro,
an Angel isn't gonna try to...
Oh, come on!
You should be dead.
Okay. And who are you,
and what spaghetti western coughed you up?
Don't you know me, brother?
Michael?
Summon up all your will, Jack!
Do it for God!
Ah! Aha! Ah! You're doing it!
He's doing it! Yes!
It's working!
Don't lose focus! Don't lose focus, Jack!
Yes! Yes!
He's doing it! Keep focused!
Jack! Hey! Stop.
Don't listen to them, Jack! Holy crap!
Focus! That's not Donatello!
No, that's not Donatello!
Ah, screw this.
Jack, he's a demon!
Howdy, boys.
No!
Jack... they wanna stop you.
Contain you.
I can give you the world.
You're hurting my friends!
You are Lucifer.
I can feel it.
But how is that even possible?
Um...
You know, alternate universes, interdimensional travel,
blah, blah, blah. It's her fault.
Uh, I'll buy that you're Michael,
but you sort of seem like a cheap knockoff
to the one I left behind, and he's a hot mess.
I killed my Lucifer.
Tore him apart in the skies over Abilene.
But hey, can't get enough of a good thing.
Um... Okay. Why not?
Hurt?
No. It's kinda wimpy.
Aah!
What are you gonna do? Kill me?
Or... maybe not.
Maybe I need you.
These yellow-eyed things just keep on comin', huh?
Mm-hmm.
And hopefully this fourth Prince of Hell
is the last Kardashian in the family.
According to this, if that was Asmodeus,
it's the end of the line.
Dean, wait a second.
The kid came through for us today.
Jack saved us.
No.
No, whatever that was, that was a reflex.
It was a sneeze.
Maybe next time he sneezes, he kills us.
Good night.
Ah!
Mnh.
Okay, what the hell?
Give me that. You —
W—
Don't be an idiot.
Look, A, this is not gonna do anything to you, okay?
And B, you...
What the hell?
Exactly. What the hell am I?
I can't control...
whatever this is.
I will hurt someone.
You know, my brother thinks you can be saved.
You don't believe that.
No, I don't.
So...
if you're right?
If I'm right...
and it comes to killing you...
I'll be the one to do it.
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