Guess what, Uncle Crowley? I'm hungry.
So, Amara's growing like a radioactive weed?
By stuffing her face with souls.
If she's half as powerful as I think she is, I want her on my team.
The Darkness is almost infinite power.
We're bound, Dean.
God kicked this thing's ass once before.
We need your help, God.
You know who we need to help with The Darkness.
Hello, Demon Tablet!
He was God's scribe. He did hear about everything.
Detective Madsen? I saw a guy hanging around earlier.
That's Len.
I think Amara sucked out his soul.
I'll confess to all the murders. Holy crap.
That way I can't get out.
We can't kill him 'cause he hasn't done anything yet.
We don't wanna kill him. We wanna save people.
Right, your new rules.
What can I do to help?
No, no. You just, uh, sit there, take a breather.
- Watch some Netflix. - Okay.
Besides, we got bigger fish to fry.
Bye, Dean. I'll see you soon.
So, she says dating's gonna break my focus for academics,
but that I'm allowed to date over summer break.
How does that work?
Like, "Hi, I'm Goldie. I'm only romantically available
"from June to August, but wanna go steady?"
I hate her. Like, look at me.
I have to hang out by the tracks just to get my snack on.
- She won't let you eat chips? - Well, she'll let me.
But just so she can make this face the whole time.
It's like, "Sorry, Mom, I can't survive on menthol and diet soda
"like you can."
Mmm.
What? No.
Look, I hate my parents, too, Goldie. They suck. But I got a curfew. Bye.
Fine. Bye.
Whoa.
Hey.
Where are your parents?
I don't have any parents.
I'm sorry. Um...
Are you okay? Do you want something?
I want to be like you.
Midnight snack?
Don't think I don't know what you've been up to.
You can try to deny it, but the evidence is, well...
You told me to stop feeding on your demons.
Well... I stopped feeding on demons.
I thought I was clear.
Going out there? Where they can see you? It's too risky.
I'm a growing girl. I need to eat.
Actions have consequences around here, Amara.
You've had the run of the Court.
We've seen what you've made of it.
Believe me, this is going to hurt me way more than it hurts you.
I'm sorry, my dear.
You're grounded.
You're strong...
But you need to remember I'm stronger.
For now.
You said you had a good feeling about that one.
Yeah, well, it seemed like a solid lead, Dean.
Only a soulless psycho would kill the family cat.
Yeah, unless the family cat decides to take a nap in the dryer.
You know, we've been here since Monday and still haven't found another legit victim.
Maybe Amara moved on or stopped feeding altogether.
Well, finding her victims is still the best shot we got at finding her.
Not actually true.
Oh. What, you think he's ready? He's had a pretty rough go of it lately.
Which one of us hasn't?
It seems insane to leave our one and only angel friend on the bench.
- I'll call him. - Thank you.
We did this time, but it literally doesn't matter.
Well, we're gonna get to all the results in just a second.
We 're gonna start with,
let's go back to our first story,
Louis, Sci/la and Edwin.
- Hi. - Cas, how you doing, buddy?
I'm fine.
Find anything on Metatron?
Nothing on angel radio.
How long has it been since you left the bunker?
Well, why would I leave? I've got everything I need right here.
Wait, is th...
- Are you watching Jenny Jones? - It's a rerun.
She's just about to announce the paternity results.
You are the father.
Jenny, he is not ready to be a father.
Okay, I thought you were going with socially acceptable binge-watching.
You know, The Wire, Game of Thrones.
Yeah, well, man can't live on caviar alone, Dean.
Well, you sound weird, okay? Bad weird.
- Now, I have been down this road before... - What's up, Detective?
I have heard the siren song from the idiot box,
and I'm telling you, whatever you're looking for,
you won't find it in there.
So, do me a favor.
Turn off the TV, go outside and get some air.
We're in the dark here, pal. I need you back in the game, okay?
Yeah, I...
I got it.
Yeah, well, thanks for letting me know. We'll head out there right now.
- You got it. - What's up?
That was Detective Madsen.
Remember our friend Len?
Uh. Weird as hell, soulless, took-the-rap-for-all-the-murders Len?
Yeah. He's dead.
Cass? Cass!
Don't do this.
Okay, this isn't you, it's the spell. You can beat this!
I will end you!
No!
Don't!
I won't let you walk out of this room.
Marco got one of them last night.
A Len Fleischer.
Tell Marco to keep looking.
The last thing I need is one of Amara's candy wrappers
blabbing to angels or hunters about what, who, happened to them.
Where is everyone?
Oh. Our ranks have been a bit thin, since...
Amara ate everybody.
I've got some fresh numbers for you to go over before Court.
Soul projections, they're not good.
We're down for the quarter, which means that...
That door was supposed to be locked and guarded 24/7.
Of course, sir.
I don't see a guard.
Uh. Right.
Must be a mix-up. We're short-staffed and all, so...
Congratulations. You've been demoted. No one goes in or out of that room.
Thought maybe a relative of one of Len's victims.
But it doesn't feel like a revenge killing.
Too clean.
Like an assassination.
- Detective? - Excuse me.
- You smell that? - Yeah.
Yeah, either the detective needs to change his diet or...
Sulfur. Len was killed by a demon.
Yeah, but why would a demon run a hit on a guy with no soul?
That's like a Cracker Jack without a prize.
Hands off, Deputy Doody!
- Who's the girl? - Goldie Schmidtlapp.
Was a normal kid, snapped this morning, tried to kill her mom with a frying pan.
First the ax murders, then Len, now this?
We're gonna need to talk to the kid.
That's four legs on four wheels.
Aw. That dog thinks it's people.
Up next, a very upsetting story out of Omaha.
A downtown bar fight escalated tragically last night,
and OWW-Two News brings you an exclusive video of the event.
The footage you are about to view is extremely graphic.
Efforts were made to resuscitate the victim but...
Hey, Officer? Still haven't gotten my phone call.
Do you think I could get a pizza delivered in here?
- You're not the deputy. - Nope.
The boss' daughter's been making a mess in town,
and it's my job to clean it up.
Nothing personal.
Nice work, Goldie.
So, Crowley and Amara.
Huh.
Rise and shine, buttercup.
Now...
About what you were saying...
What's Crowley doing with Amara?
Don't know. Don't care. Wouldn't tell you if I did.
Well, we already know she's growing up fast.
Yeah, well, demon souls. They do a body good.
The little moppet tore through half my buds
before Crowley put her on a diet.
She didn't like that.
Started sneaking out to get her fill. You know how kids are.
But Daddy put his foot down.
- Where's he hiding her? - Oh.
I'm happy to keep gossiping with you boys, but...
You want actionable intelligence?
Torture me if you want.
I know you'll just kill me anyway.
Hmm.
Well, looks like a stalemate to me.
I guess we'll go ahead and kill him right now.
No, no, no. Dean, wait.
We can exorcise him.
- What? - Save his meatsuit.
My two cents?
You exorcise me, let me smoke on outta here?
I give you my word not to tell Crowley.
Hey, you heard me. He's hardly my favorite guy at the moment.
- Wait a second. Shut up.
Well, would you look at that?
There's no way his suit survived that wound.
Mmm-mmm.
All right.
Crap.
- Hey. - Hey.
- Where'd you ditch the body? - School playground.
- Come on. - Hospital parking lot.
- What do you got? - Well, good news.
I was able to hack his phone.
Got the coordinates of his call history.
I guess Crowley must have had him tailing Amara or something,
'cause he was at all three spots.
He was at the Lizzie Borden house, where Len got his soul taken.
He was at the bar where Sydney got her soul taken.
And he was here, where Goldie said Amara approached her.
- Hmm. So, somewhere in there? - Yeah, maybe.
But what I don't get is, why would Crowley have
Amara on Earth in the first place?
I mean, wouldn't it be smarter to keep her in Hell?
Yeah, but then he'd have to spend more time there, and he hates that place.
On, right.
I keep forgetting about you and Crowley's summer of love.
I'm not seeing much inside this radius that he'd like better.
- I mean, you got farms, you got swamps... - Yeah.
- This P.O.I.? What's that? - Point of interest.
I know what it... What is it?
- Well, let's find out. - Yeah.
The Needham Asylum. Decommissioned in '63.
Sound like Crowley's kind of place to you?
What are you looking at?
Still learning all you can about the world?
If nonsensical slogans attached to idiotic pictures of domestic animals
- counts as the world. - Excuse me?
Memes.
Ah.
Look, I know, to you, my rules seem...
Unfair, arbitrary.
As though I'm doing all this just to hurt you.
I don't care why you do anything.
I just want you to know that I'm not a monster.
Jervis?
I can't have you eating whatever, whenever,
however much you want.
I thought you might appreciate a little snack.
I'm not hungry.
I'll leave you to your memes.
I have no idea what I'm doing here.
Not a bleeding clue.
Moment to moment, what makes you happy, what will set you off?
How to even begin to forge a connection with you.
But what I do know is you're growing so fast.
And it terrifies me.
I bet.
You only want me for the power I'll wield.
And you know, soon enough, I won't need you anymore.
So, we're really gonna do this? Now?
Hell, yeah.
I've been looking for a chance to get back at Crowley
ever since that crap he pulled in Cedar Rapids.
Especially now that I know he tricked me and made off with The Darkness.
No, that's not what I meant.
We're going in to kill Amara.
Are you ready for that?
Why wouldn't I be?
Because we don't know the first thing about her, Dean.
We don't know her powers. We don't know how to take her down.
Hell, you know what? We don't even know if she can be killed.
I know. But she's too big of a threat to wait.
I say we go in there and we hit her with everything we got.
You have tremendous power and soon, you'll have even more.
But I have something you lack.
Wisdom. Experience.
I helped put Lucifer back in his cage.
I rose through the ranks of Hell, defeated all comers,
to claim the throne.
And, a few minor setbacks aside, I'm still here.
I don't know how to impart what I've learned to you, how to teach you.
And at the rate that you're growing,
I'll probably never get the chance to figure it out.
Perhaps you don't need my tutelage.
But I believe, deep down in my gut,
I have something to offer you,
if you just give me the chance.
What are you asking for?
Time.
Slow down.
Play by my rules for just a little bit longer.
You give me your patience, I'll give you my protection.
Until you decide you don't need it anymore.
Okay.
Oh. This is good.
A night-leader if ever I saw one.
This is gonna fetch me 500, minimum.
I, uh...
I know 500 sounds like plenty, but with my overhead?
Daddy's got to eat.
Oh. Come on!
Help. Please.
I'm sorry, buddy. You live, there's no story.
Ugh...
You know, there was a time...
I could have brought you back from the brink with a snap of my fingers.
Not that I would have.
But I'm not that guy anymore.
I can't save you.
I can.
- How did you find me? - Same way you found him.
Scoured the police scanners, got ahead of the authorities.
What was that?
What?
Look, a real live angel, caught on tape?
That is way better than some random homicide.
Hey!
Do you have any idea how much stuff
I had to steal and then pawn to pay for that?
No guards at the perimeter?
Looks like there are no guards at the door, either.
You think this is the right place, still?
Well, warding sigils.
And for the humans...
Look at this, a padlock you'd find on a middle-school locker.
- Cocky son of a bitch. - Dean, external security may be lax,
but we still don't know how many demons we're gonna face inside.
Well, let's find out.
Turn to the graph at the bottom of 27
and you'll see a nearly 40% decrease in soul collections
in the Pacific Northwest over the past three years.
An unexpected consequence of legalized marijuana?
Some analysts think so.
Others are not quite so sure...
Okay, Marv.
You're picking pockets, leaving a man to die...
I don't know what I expected, but this is disappointing.
One to talk.
You chose the life of a wage slave,
slinging Slurpees for what? A month?
Lam in it to win it.
I was at zero when you took my grace.
Hiding from angels, not a cent to my name.
But I found my calling.
And I pulled myself up by my bootstraps and started a business.
And you know, my story has only just begun.
What story is that?
You're preying like a vulture on human tragedy.
Oh, jeez.
Castiel.
What century are you in?
Religion is dead!
The novel? Deader.
You think I'm ashamed for dealing in fleeting visual sensation?
In GIF-length glimpses of horror, waste, and degradation?
No!
I just caught up with the times!
Reality is the great literature of our era,
and I am out there, on the streets, every single night, capturing it.
- I am reality's author... - Oh. Save your story.
It is not what I came for.
Oh.
So, straight to business.
You want the Demon Tablet?
Well, you're not gonna get it.
I have hidden it very carefully in a place where you and your friends...
You hid it under your mattress.
The TV station gave me your address and I checked the place out.
You realize you have bedbugs?
You broke into my apartment?
What do you know about The Darkness?
The band?
Okay.
Uh...
Sometimes, during late-night writing sessions,
when God was deep in his cups,
he may have let slip a few choice words.
But I don't have to tell you anything.
Are you forgetting?
You are human now. And I could crush you like a bug.
Could.
But you won't.
You think I didn't notice?
You are broken, Castiel.
You were always a bit of a nancy, but this?
You have gone full wuss.
I don't know what it was that happened,
but whatever it was, you are scarred deep.
Paralyzed by trauma, by fear.
I mean, look at you. You can't even hit me.
It's not fear.
Hey, idiot! Andale!
That's Spanish for "Get your ass over here."
- Do you think I've been paying your... - Sir?
...astronomical bar tabs for the past five weeks
so you can sleep past noon with last night's skank?
Well, Dean...
Is that him?
You know what? Go.
Take her out. I got 'em.
I knew you'd come.
I'm sorry, Amara.
For what?
What I have to do.
Hello, Dean.
My girl is growing up.
Should have known it wouldn't be long before the boys came sniffing around.
What do you want with her, Crowley?
What do you think, you can use her? Control her? You're an idiot.
I'm not trying to control her.
I'm helping her to realize her fullest potential.
Do you know how disturbing it was
to realize that I couldn't bring myself to kill you?
I've had tons of chances over the years.
Some you don't even know about. But still...
I made my peace with it.
Embraced my softer side.
Learned to accept that there was just too much going on between you and I.
Bromance.
But you know what?
I think I am gonna kill you today.
I feel different, somehow.
Ready. What can I say?
Fatherhood changes a man.
The Darkness.
What do you know?
Okay.
So I misjudged.
You're not scared. You're mad.
And I get it.
I mean, it must suck, being everyone's tool.
Manipulated and used.
By the angels. By your enemies. By your fr...
You thought if you could get your grace back,
it would help fix you. But it hasn't.
The Darkness.
Why, Amara?
I thought we had an understanding.
Yeah. Your promise to protect me.
And then, hours later, I'm assaulted in my own room.
Don't seem terribly upset by it.
That's not the point.
I've decided I don't need your protection.
And I certainly don't need your captivity.
I'm done.
You trying out some kind of no-kill policy?
Who do you have to thank for how angry you are? How lost?
You're welcome.
A hunter. You of all people should know.
Pacifism doesn't pay.
Go on, Castiel. End me.
No.
All right. Two out of three.
Dean!
It's time.
Time for you to blink your tired ass back to your throne and lick your wounds.
I'll spare your life on one condition.
Safe passage for Dean, out of here, after I'm gone.
Yes!
Good.
Now.
Get out of my room.
Oh. Please, Castiel.
Help me.
You said you were happy.
Your bootstraps.
I was faking it.
I mean...
I thought, "How hard could it be?"
You won't.
You can't.
Can't take anymore.
Not a single human day.
I mean...
The indignities, they just don't stop.
They...
Making my rent and keeping my phone charged.
Hemorrhoids.
You were right, Metatron.
I am sick of having my strings pulled.
Which is why I won't let you manipulate me into letting you off easy.
on...
Tell me about The Darkness.
Tell me.
What is happening here, between us?
You save me, I save you.
Why?
You were the first thing I saw when I was freed.
And it had been so long.
Maybe that's it.
My first experience of...
His creation.
You can't help but represent that for me.
The sweet triumph and the even sweeter folly of what He's wrought.
There's no fighting it.
I'm fascinated.
The truth.
It'd make the Bible-thumpers' heads explode.
I mean, they want their God to be a...
You know, a finger-snapping, all-powerful Creator, you know?
They want magic.
' Poppins.
But what he did?
Creation?
That took work.
It took sacrifice.
In order to create the world,
God had to give up the only thing he'd ever known.
He had to betray and sacrifice
his only kin.
The Darkness.
His sister.
It's been great seeing you again, Dean.
But it's time for me to go.
There's a whole world out there for me to explore.
And I can practically taste it.
Soon, I'll be strong enough to do what I came hereto do.
What's that?
Settle an old score.
The oldest score.
Told ya.
Look, Cass. I'm as glad as anyone that Stella got her groove back, okay?
But you let Metatron go?
Dean. How many times are you going to repeat that question?
I'm gonna say it again! You let Metatron go!
He's not going anywhere.
If he makes a move, if he draws the slightest attention,
the full force of angel-kind will snuff him out.
Look, you...
Neither of you saw him. He is a human.
And a pitiable one at that.
He's not a threat to us.
Look, I mean, I put him in traction.
Guys, bigger fish to fry, here. Amara is in the wind.
Yeah, God's freaking sister.
You said you were close, Dean. How'd she get away?
I'm sorry, what part of "God's freaking sister"
did you not understand? She overpowered me. End of story.
What's our plan, here, fellas?
You said you got everything you could out of Metatron, right?
So, where on Earth are we gonna find an answer on how to stop her?
I don't suppose God's decided to share any wisdom on the matter?
I'll look into the lore.
ENGLISH - SDH