Angels are slaughtering one another.
It's open warfare.
- What happened here? - Astrange angel arrived.
He said he worked for the new God.
I will find Metatron, and I will make him pay.
Lead the angels against me, Castiel.
I know who you really are, Gadreel.
- What is it you want of me, Metatron? - Rebuild Heaven.
You want to be my second-in-command, prove you're ready.
When you find him, say "Poughkeepsie."
- Poughkeepsie. - It's our go word.
It means "drop everything and run."
Take control, Sam! Cast him out!
Metatron made Gadreel kill Kevin.
It would explain a lot.
No. Do it! Kill me!
Oh, you'd like that, wouldn't you?
Well, you can sit here and rot.
Was the Winchesters grabbing me part of your plan?
That was a surprise.
But I know something they don't know... the ending.
Abaddon. She's a demon. Who is a Knight of Hell.
Do you know what I find the most shocking
about time-traveling through a closet?
Somebody thought it was a good idea to make you the King of Hell.
I am your ki...
You and I are gonna talk about a regime change.
A devil's trap carved into the bullet.
It's gonna keep you from smoking out.
The Knights of Hell aren't exactly the dying kind.
But there is something that can kill a knight.
The First Blade.
It's the bloody Mark of Cain.
Without the Mark, the Blade is useless.
The mark can be transferred to someone who's worthy.
But you have to know, with the mark comes a great burden.
They're seeing hellhounds, demonic pit bulls.
You can control them?
Sic him, boy!
Look at you. You're a mess.
It's your DNA.
It's my addiction. It makes you needy.
She reported everything I did back to Abaddon.
What's that, you say? "Come in"?
Don't mind if I do.
Who are you? What do you want?
I'm a friend of the family.
And I want you.
I have no idea who you are.
But you'll be takin' your leave now. Thank you.
Yes. You're packing.
Sailing for the colonies.
I know all about it. Change of plans.
Oh...
What's this, then? Are we having a party?
Yes.
A farewell party.
She has a big slice of pizza in her hand
we just got from the place around the corner.
And a seagull landed on her head
and started flapping and distracted her while another seagull...
I can't tell you how great it feels
to finally have a night off, right, guys?
This other seagull came...
Get away from all the pressure, you know?
Anyways, so, no one had any pizza after that.
'Course, I can't really complain,
being handpicked by the big man himself.
I'm not really supposed to talk about it.
'Cause it's Metatron.
What about Metatron?
Well... he's come to depend on me.
So, you know, we're... tight.
And I have to say,
I've come to appreciate the Met-man's vision.
His vision?
He threw us all out of Heaven!
No, no, no. Big picture.
He's giving the place a makeover, bringing back the chosen few,
starting with the... chosen chosen few,
if you know what I mean.
These are dangerous times.
You have to be careful what you say.
You never know who might be listening.
- I said nothing. - Oh, you said plenty.
Apparently, you felt the need
to discuss your relationship with Metatron.
- His strategies... - No.
Privileged information.
You speak that freely, and there are consequences.
As you're about to find out.
Is that... him?
It is.
- This is the address? - Yeah.
If you'll follow me, the commander will see you now.
The commander?
Sir.
Um... Dismissed.
He can be a little stuffy.
So... Commander?
Yeah, not my idea.
They had no leader, and they insisted on following me.
Yeah. No, we get it. You're a rock star.
Bartholomew is dead. Malachi was murdered by Gadreel,
and with Metatron as powerful as he is now,
I needed to do something.
So this war between angels is really gonna happen, huh?
Not if I can find a diplomatic option for getting rid of Metatron.
Good luck with that.
Dean, this angel-on-angel violence... It has to end.
Someone has to say, "enough."
And that someone is you?
That brings me to why you're here.
We have a prisoner.
It's an angel from Metatron's inner circle.
I need to know what they're planning. So far, he's revealed nothing.
So you're done with the rough stuff, and you want us to be your goons?
Well, you've had success at these situations before.
If you don't want to do it, I understand.
Who says I don't want to do it?
So, here's the thing, boys and girls.
We have a crisis.
Admittedly, a crisis of my own making.
In my extended absence,
where I handled sensitive matters of state,
Abaddon made inroads into my following, creating chaos.
So I look to you, my trusted advisors,
to restore confidence, to soothe those jangled nerves.
The king is back,
and the kingdom is once again on sound footing.
So, all those with me, say "yo!"
Yo!
I mean, I'm literally with you, not with you with you.
You betrayed me?
No one in the history of torture's been tortured with torture
like the torture you'll be tortured with.
Relax, everyone. You did the new queen a solid.
You are sitting at the popular kids' table.
Now, Crowley, let's talk turkey.
I know you helped the Winchesters
get their hands on the First Blade, yes?
And I'm hearing that one of them also has the Mark of Cain.
All bad news, since the Blade is the one thing
- that can bring about my... - Utter destruction.
To be indelicate.
But here's the thing, pet...
Same goes for you. And once I'm gone,
who do you think's next on those cute boys' list?
That's right.
So let's get real.
Join me in taking out the Winchesters and that ridiculous Blade,
and then we'll deal with each other.
To be clear...
...I'll not be joining you... ever.
Except at your death scene, where I shall burst into song.
Goodbye. You have no hold over me.
Oh, no?
Gavin, honey, say hello to Daddy.
- How did you... - I know a spell or two, Crowley.
Are you mad?
This is your big card?
The boy and I loathe each other.
I made it clear in the past,
I don't care what happens to the little bugger.
No.
But that was before.
Wasn't it?
See, I know all about your little problem...
bingeing on blood,
going right to the edge of being human.
All of those human feelings.
I'm clean.
And I'm willing to bet
that there's a smidgen of humanity in there somewhere.
Not a chance.
Ah! I'm blind!
Help! I beg you!
You know, these ghoulish party tricks don't impress.
Seen worse, done worse.
No! Please!
You're playing a weak hand, Red!
I beg you!
You've made your point.
Now, stop.
Sure.
You're wasting your time. I have nothing to say.
We disagree.
There's no use torturing me. I am a trained commando.
- It won't work. - Wow.
Well, you just asked me to dance.
Save it! Dean!
He won't be telling us anything dead.
Besides, you know, I'm... I'm really starting to realize
that he probably doesn't know anything.
He was probably just pretending at the bar.
Most likely, he's a nobody. I mean, do the math.
Ezra here is one of Metatron's elite posse?
Really?
One of Metatron's most trusted is hanging out at bars,
blabbing about the boss. Does that make any sense?
Well, only if Metatron is purposely surrounding himself with losers.
- Exactly! Right? - Yeah.
What's this guy even doing here?
He's a wannabe.
I mean, if he was a key player, he would be up in Heaven
with Metatron, where all the action is.
- Exactly. - What if I'm a decoy?
Or in deep cover?
It's pathetic.
Probably hasn't even been to Heaven, not since the fall.
- Of course not! - Yes, I have.
Buddy, the gates are sealed. No one can get in.
Who said anything about gates?
You don't need gates when you have a private portal.
Right. If there was a doorway on Earth, the angels would've sensed it.
- You can't hide something like that. - No.
You can if it moves around from place to place,
if it's wherever the boss wants it to be.
You are not my father.
My father was Fergus MacLeod, a simple tailor.
A drunk, a monster.
Sounds about right.
He looked nothing like you, and I buried him.
A lot can change in 291 years.
What?
Can you cook a pigeon on it?
Not terribly quick, is he?
Holy mother of God!
We're amongst the stars!
Are we in Heaven, then?
You must be angels!
Wow.
I see. I got it.
So, you heard a rumor about Metatron's "secret portal,"
and you decided to run with it.
It's not a rumor. He showed me.
I get it. He's a fan.
- A fan. Yeah. - You're a fan.
Just 'cause you're hot for Metatron...
...or Bieber or Beckham...
Just 'cause you know everything about them
doesn't mean that you actually know them.
- Or that they even know you exist. - Oh, that's cold, Sammy.
I'm just sayin', man.
I was interviewed personally by Metatron for a key post.
Yeah?
Well, then... then maybe you can tell me
why you weren't at your key post
and you were hanging down here instead.
Mm. Now, that blows.
- He got passed over. - Yeah.
- I was a finalist. - Oh, man.
To get so close and then get kicked downstairs.
- It sucks to be you. - Hardly anybody was chosen!
And ground forces is still a very important assignment.
It was an honor to have even been considered for the squad.
What squad? There is no squad.
Yeah, says you. It's a highly guarded secret.
- Oh. - And what you be doing, exactly?
Hm?
No?
Wait a second. Just, please...
Clarify this for me. You desperately wanted this job,
but you didn't know what it was?
Well, until you were chosen,
the exact nature of the mission was kept a secret.
And... hardly anyone was chosen.
Dim bulb. No wonder he got bumped.
Yeah.
"Ground forces"? "Elite secret squad"?
- What's Metatron gearing up for? - I don't know.
Why don't we shove somebody through the back door of Heaven and find out.
Oh, wait. No. It's portable and can't be found.
You sold your soul?
Sold it? For an extra three inches of willy?
Priorities change.
I wasn't the bon vivant that I am now.
I'll simplify.
My soul did a stint in Hell, where it became demonized.
Then I had to possess another person so I could traffic with the living.
Any of this sticking?
I can't be consorting with a demon!
Not just any demon. I'm the king! The King of Hell!
And there you were, worried the old man wouldn't amount to much.
It's unbelievable.
I mean, he was fine when we left him.
I barely touched the guy.
Still shackled, no weapon. It wasn't suicide.
No. This was an angel kill.
Okay. Well, I'm gonna say it. Maybe your operation's been hacked.
You know, Metatron's got somebody on the inside.
I was sure everyone here was loyal.
Finally united by a common cause.
Well, that's the problem.
See, you don't think anybody's lying.
I think everybody's lying.
It's a gift.
Let's do some nosin' around.
Sam.
- You have a moment? - Yeah. What?
I wanted to ask you about Gadreel, the time he possessed you.
It's not really something I like to...
Sam, please.
He didn't possess me completely.
More like we... shared housing.
- I was still me. - Did you ever sense a presence?
I don't really know what I felt.
I mean, maybe that I wasn't completely alone.
Did you ever feel threatened?
No.
More that he...
...wasn't at rest. Like he had unfinished business.
Now that we know more about him, I'd say he felt misunderstood.
But not... not a danger, not hostile.
No.
I was wrong, obviously.
He killed Kevin.
"Why do I hate you?"
I mean, I beat you, starved you, came home drunk,
beat you some more, woke up hungover,
and, yeah, I beat you.
In all fairness, I didn't really have any role models.
- My mother was a witch! - I grew up thinkin'...
Knowin' I was nothin'. Less than nothin'!
You worked me harder than the horse! You never let me go to school.
To this day, I can't read!
It's overrated.
Most of Europe couldn't read.
You want to read?
Read.
Some Buccaneers beat the Saints?
Can this be?
I can read.
King of Hell. Plenty of perks.
So...
...if you're a king...
...that would make me... prince?
And you say I've never given you anything.
A title!
And if I was to accept you as my father,
you could keep me from eternally burning in Hell?
No matter my sins?
You're negotiating with me?
That's my boy.
This might work out.
For the first time in my entire life,
I can see possibilities, a future...
Just as soon as you take me back to my own time
and I can board that ship for the new world.
- About that ship... - What about the ship?
It's not important.
You can tell Abaddon I'm ready for that chat.
Thank you for coming.
And thank you for coming alone.
I've seen you through Sam Winchester's eyes,
and he trusts you.
You have a reputation for honor.
In some circles.
As for reputations, yours precedes you.
What happened in the Garden was not my doing.
I know you feel misunderstood.
And you're eager to redeem yourself and maybe more.
You refer to my support of Metatron's campaign to rebuild Heaven?
Your support?
You've recruited for him, you've killed for him.
And I know you truly believe it's for the greater good,
but you've placed your faith in the wrong master.
- You don't know him. - I know him too well, Gadreel!
I made the same mistake, and it led to the fall.
- Which led to my second chance. - This is about more than just you.
Castiel, are you suggesting I change loyalties?
I'm suggesting you reclaim your original loyalty
to the heaven and mission we were made to serve.
I thought that was exactly what I was doing.
You've been deceived.
And as bad as you've had it, all those centuries locked away,
it will be much worse under Metatron.
Castiel!
Give me your hand.
That's it.
Drop the Blade, Dean.
Dean!
Dean.
What's wrong with you? You hear your phone?
It's about time. Where the hell have you been?
I told you I'd be in touch when I'd found Abaddon.
Well... I'm in touch.
Where are you?
First things first.
I'll give you the location of the First Blade.
You two fetch it, I'll keep her in my sights,
then we'll remove her from the payroll for good.
Come on, Crowley!
You really... have to hide the Blade in a corpse?
Not with a corpse, but in a corpse?
I got to say, it's not the first place I'd look.
All right, here we go.
Dean? Do you hear that?
I'm guessing hellhound.
Go. Go!
Oh.
Hello?
Damn it, Crowley, the grave is guarded!
- That's absurd. - Hellhound!
No, no, no, she was collected.
- The hell she was! - Guys!
Time was, no one would dare disobey the king.
- Guys! - I'm gonna put you on speaker!
Juliet? It's Papa.
Stand down.
You're welcome.
All right.
Goin' in.
Hey, you know what? Maybe...
Maybe I should do this.
Sam, it's fine.
I can safely grab it without... you know...
Well, let's go kill a Knight of Hell, huh?
Yeah.
What're you talking about?
Of course I'm boardin' the ship when I go back!
I want to go back to my life!
It's not a good idea.
I'm going to the colonies. I'm workin' my way across.
- I've given my word! - Gavin, listen to your father.
I know what's...
...best for you.
Kids.
Squirrel.
I hope you were nice to your father.
What? Shut up. Look, we got the Blade.
You do? Well, you need to get it here at once.
Cleveland, Humboldt Hotel. Penthouse, of course.
When you get here, I'll take you to Abaddon.
I'll draw her out, and then you can skewer the ignorant hag.
- Just selling it. - All right, we're on our way.
Oh, and, Dean, you need to get a move on.
It's a good day's drive from Poughkeepsie.
What are you talking about? We're not even near there.
Yeah, like I said,
you need to leave Poughkeepsie right away.
So, we good?
Yeah.
Nice.
But here's the thing,
you've been plotting with those boys for some time now.
When they get here, it'll be you,
the Winchesters, the First Blade,
and little, old me in one place.
Now, I don't mind stiff odds, but...
...let's be reasonable.
You lost your mind?
Little trick I learned from Henry Winchester.
He pulled the same stunt on me.
I had a devil's trap carved in the bullet.
You're not seriously damaged, just... powerless.
I had nothing to do with it.
I never would have agreed to meet if I thought concealed assassins
were going to try and attack you. I hope you know that.
Why are you telling me this?
Even though you and I are on opposite sides in this situation,
I believe there must be honor, even in matters of war.
But what happened... doesn't it prove my point about Metatron?
You met with me in good faith,
but he lied, and he used you to get at me.
Castiel...
Just as poor judgment undid you all those centuries ago,
your mistaken trust in Metatron will bring you down again.
I gave him my word.
Do you expect me to come make war on him?
No. Not at all.
I want you to stay right where you are.
Just give me reports on what Metatron is planning
and when he will strike.
And the honor we were speaking of?
Obviously, Metatron has someone inside my camp.
It's how he knew we were meeting.
Just fighting fire with fire.
Consider my offer.
All right. Let's do this.
Wait, wait, wait. Hold on a sec.
We should give this place a once-over before we go up there.
Okay. Why?
Crowley said he thought he saw some demons headed down to the basement.
He'd have checked it out himself,
but if word got back to Abaddon that he'd been seen...
- When did he say all this? - On the phone.
Look, it might mean that she knows that he's here, okay?
So why don't you check out the basement.
I'll take a look on the main floor.
Hello, Dean.
Love the crazy bloodlust in your eyes.
Let's not waste time.
I'll take you to Abaddon.
It's not far.
A boy and his blade.
And still no match for the new queen.
So, first... you'll die.
Painfully.
And then Crowley will watch his son die.
Ditto.
And then the king himself.
And Blade destroyed.
That's quite a to-do list.
Dean!
Dean! Stop!
You can stop.
You could at least... help me with this.
We didn't kill you, Crowley,
even though it would've been very easy.
Isn't that enough?
You owe me.
Do I get no credit for warning you this was a trap?
"Poughkeepsie" ring a bell?
Oh, I sense drama.
I just still can't get over the fact that Crowley has a son.
How's he doing, by the way?
Ow!
How do you think?
You get that he's got to go back, right?
To his own time?
If the lad goes back, his destiny is to board a ship bound for America.
That ship went down in a storm. All hands were lost.
He had one chance in this world to change his life.
You want that to all end in tragedy?
Well, I don't know what to tell you.
Them's the rules. He goes back.
The lore all says the same thing.
You change any one thing in the past,
the ripple effect impacts everything that follows.
Please.
No one bends the rules like you two bend the rules.
He's one misfit kid. He impacts no one.
You don't bend that rule, Okay? You don't.
We'll take him back to the bunker, figure out the spell.
That's the way it's got to be.
Can I at least say goodbye?
I'll cheer the day when the last trace of humanity leaves me.
Feelings.
Damn it, Crowley!
The ship went down?
Well, that's a good fit with the rest of my life.
Mustn't snivel, Gavin.
It might fit the old life. This one could be different.
I don't know the first thing about the 21st Century!
You'll be fine.
Just avoid cheap whiskey and cheap hookers.
Look at me, getting all fatherly.
So this is goodbye, then?
Yes. Forever.
Unless, of course, I catch you smoking,
in which case, I'll smack you stupid.
Goodbye, then.
And thank you...
...father. Whoa, easy, easy.
As you were.
Goodbye, Gavin.
Oh, uh...
Don't go mentioning that whole "Prince of Hell" thing.
Doesn't play too well in most circles.
I didn't tell you about the warning
because I knew exactly what you would do.
You would make sure that you were
right alongside me going in that room.
You mean like we always do?
Because we're actually partners in this
and we watch each other's backs?
I don't expect you to understand.
Try me.
First time I touched that blade... I knew.
I knew that I wouldn't be stopped.
I knew I would take down Abaddon and anything else if I had to.
And it wasn't a hero thing.
You know, it wasn't...
It was just calm.
I knew.
And I had to go it alone, Sammy.
Oh. Of course.
So it was just another time where you had to protect me.
You could've gotten nabbed by Abaddon,
and she could've bargained her way out.
We couldn't afford to screw this up.
Look...
I'm glad it worked out, okay? I am.
And I'm glad the Blade gives you strength or calm or whatever,
but, Dean, I got to say...
...I'm starting to think the Blade is doing something else, too.
Yeah? Like what?
I don't know. Like, something to you.
Look...
I'm thinking until we know for sure that we're gonna kill off Crowley,
why don't we store the Blade somewhere distant?
Lock it up somewhere safe?
Okay?
No.