- Where is Crowley? - I don't know!
Where's my brother?!
Cass, I think I might have found something.
Actually, you need to be worrying about yourself.
- I'm fine. - You're dying.
You need more grace.
- And Metatron? - In jail.
You're a good soldier, Hannah.
Your brother is very much alive, courtesy of the mark.
- The mark needs to be sated. - Otherwise I turn into a demon.
You can't stand that he's my best friend.
Together we create the perfect hell.
I'm going to find you. I'm going to save my brother.
Need some help?
I wouldn't do that. He's a monster.
Is he dead?
You show up where I tell you, your brother'll be just fine.
Told him to let me go, whatever jam he's in new, that is his problem.
No! Please. Please, don't!
Dad?
Dad? Dad!
Daddy.
That was the night that Dean Winchester murdered my father.
And that's...
That's why he's gonna die.
I'm sorry.
I'm not looking for your sympathy, Sammy.
I'm looking for your brother.
So why don't you tell me where Dean-0 is, and, well, I'll let you go.
- That's not gonna happen. - Really?
You know your brother gave me the green light to put one between your eyes, right?
Dean...
- Dean isn't Dean right now. - Hmm.
- Now, look, I don't know who you are... - Name's Cole.
Listen, Sam.
Every night...
...since I was 13 years old, every night I'd close my eyes...
...and all I could see is your brother...
...and all that blood...
...and my daddy.
Now...
...I know Dean's family and all...
...but he gave you up.
And you have no reason to protect him. None.
So help me, please.
Look, I'm sorry about your dad.
Whatever happened...
...Dean had a reason.
I don't know how to tell you this.
- There are monsters out there. - You don't think I know that?
I did two tours in Iraq.
Special Ops, Darfur.
The Congo.
I've seen suicide bombers and child soldiers so hopped up on speed, they could barely talk.
- But they could sure shoot an AK. - Not that kind of monster.
Don't tell me about monsters!
- Because I've met my share. - I mean vampires.
All right? Werewolves.
"Monster" monsters.
Look in the bag.
Go on. Well, take a look, it's right there.
Heh. I guess even psychos need to hydrate.
It's Holy Water.
Holy cow.
Look, I'm not a psycho, and I'm not lying.
Well, you see, that's exactly what a psycho liar would say.
So you see my dilemma?
I guess...
...we're just gonna have to do this the other way.
She's my cherry pie
Cool drink of water Such a sweet surprise
Tastes so good Make a grown man cry
Sweet cherry pie, yeah
Wow!
No touching.
House rules.
You sure about that?
Go ahead. Pick it up.
Heh. And we're done.
Hey, hey, hey. Songs not over, sweetheart.
Time to go, jerkwad.
Where's Dean, Sam?
Where is he?
She's my cherry pie
Where is he?!
She's my cherry pie
Put a smile on your face 10 miles wide
Looks so good Bring a tear to your eye
Sweet cherry pie
Huh? Huh?!
Shove it up your ass.
Okay. Okay.
Okay, okay.
I guess it's time to crank up the volume, then. Huh?
Huh? Huh?
Right there.
Huh?
Ain't you a lucky boy?
Hey, darling.
No, I'm good.
No, everything's fine. Everything's just fine.
Go ahead, put him on.
Hey.
Hey, big guy, how you doing?
Oh, no, no. Listen, Daddy's really busy right now, okay?
I love you.
All right, I gotta go, okay? I'm gonna have to call you back.
- Somebody's there. - I know, right?
Move, grandpa.
Kids.
Am I right?
In my day, we respected our elders.
Of course, back then, anyone over 30 was ancient.
Now, 40-year-olds are still living with mommy, lying on OkCupid and taking pictures...
What do you want, Crowley?
A chat.
We need to talk about your anger management issues.
Here.
Let me.
Thank you.
Hannah, look, you don't have to...
You can go. You don't owe me anything.
I know.
But I wanna stay and help.
- Is that wrong? - No. It's just very human.
It's a compliment.
- Sam? - You need to get to Beulah, North Dakota, now.
- I do? - Yes, Crowley and Dean were there.
- We gotta pick up their trail. - Good.
- Great. - Yeah.
Um...
Not so much.
Cass...
Dean's a demon.
Dean's a demon?
How?
The mark. I guess it...
It just messed him up. I don't know.
That is a vast understatement.
Right. Cass, listen.
I know you're not feeling so hot, but this is an all-hands-on-deck situation, so...
- So I'll meet you there' - Yeah.
Are you sure about this?
- If you wanted to stay behind... - I didn't. I just...
Castiel, I think the Winchesters are a bad influence on you.
Sam and Dean may be a bit rough around the edges...
...but they're the best men I've ever known.
And they're my friends.
I never get tired of looking at them.
All those stars.
Two shots here, he'll have something fancy with your tiniest umbrella.
So...
...how you been feeling?
On edge?
Pent-up? Unfulfilled?
You sound like a Viagra commercial.
This isn't about little Dean.
It's about the mark.
It changed you.
I've noticed.
I know that you wanna keep the party going.
You wanna have fun, fun, fun till Daddy takes the black eyes away.
The fact is...
...you need to kill now.
Not want to, not choose to. Need to.
There you go.
Face it, darling.
You're an addict. Death is your drug.
And you're gonna spend the rest of your life chasing that dragon.
- So? - So...
I'm here to facilitate.
- You want me to kill for you. - I want you to kill for us.
Look, you're going to snap eventually.
The anger, the bloodlust.
It's gonna build up in you until you can't take it anymore, and then...
So the question is...
...do you wanna spike a civilian...
...or someone who has it coming?
Like who?
Like...
...Mindy Morris.
Caring mother.
Loving wife.
Cheating trollop.
After her husband, Lester, discovered Mindy's liaison amoureuse...
...heated words were exchanged.
In the end, Mindy wanted a divorce...
...and 50 percent of everything.
- But Les... - Lester would rather give up his soul...
...than half his junk.
We live in a very materialistic world.
Mindy's gonna die, one way or the other.
Why not take the job?
Feed the beast.
Heh.
Fine.
One-time deal.
Oh, there's something else that I need to share with you.
I'm gonna have to run into town for a new set of tires.
It could take a while.
You wanna head inside and watch TV, you're more than welcome.
Oh, and there's leftover three-bean surprise in the fridge, if you're hungry.
You're very kind.
Mm.
Makes up for me being an ax murderer and all.
Heh. Sorry, kidding.
Ah. I see.
Thank you for everything.
I understand the three beans, but...
...what's the surprise?
Hey. Hey!
Let me guess. Lester?
I... Who are you?
Who do you think?
Whoa.
- On. - On.
What the hell are you doing here, man?
Well, my contact?
Yeah, he told me that this was happening...
...so I just wanted to come down and make sure it gets done right.
Ah. Because you're the expert, huh?
Listen, and this is Murder 101.
When you hire someone to kill your wife...
...you don't wanna be around when the hit goes down.
- It's called an alibi. - Yeah, I know what an alibi is.
I watch Franklin & Bash.
Super.
- Listen, you sold your soul for this crap, so... - it's not crap.
It's my life.
And she flushed it down the toilet.
Les.
I'm gonna say something to you. I need you to really listen to me.
You're a loser.
Your lady, she's a North Dakota eight, you're a four and a half, max.
I don't blame her for stepping out.
Especially if she found you were messing around first.
No. Oh, no. I wasn't...
- How do you know? - Hm.
Well, you just got that, uh, perv}; I'd-Do-Anything-To-Nail-My-Secretary look.
Oh. No. That... It's different when guys do it.
- Really? - Yeah.
It's called science.
Men aren't built for monogamy.
Because of evolution, we're programmed, you know, to spread our seed.
Ow. Ow!
Like I said, loser with a capital L, rhymes with "You suck."
Yeah, well, you're a punk-ass demon.
You work for me now.
So get in there and do your job, you freak!
And what are you gonna do, you gonna watch? Huh?
Is that what you'd like to do, Lester?
Watch?
Well, watch this.
That's the guy.
I called 911, but he was gone before they showed up.
That dude get to you too?
Oh, uh, no, this is, uh, just a...
...hunting accident.
- Damn. - Yeah.
Would you do me a favor?
If you do see him again...
...will you give me a call?
- Yeah, you bet. - Thanks.
Hello.
- Hi. - Did you have a good dream?
Well, I, uh...
- I don't really dream. - Why?
One time I dreamed that my snot was a rocket...
...and it shot into space...
...and knocked down the stars to make room for more rockets!
That sounds like some very special snot.
All right, you're good to go.
We appreciate that.
Great guy you have there.
Oh.
We're not...
That.
Too bad.
We have to strategically calibrate expectations.
And so, by making these 64 small changes...
...I believe we can increase our demon conversion rate...
...by .03 percent.
Sir?
- Sir? - Kill me.
Uh, it's Sam Winchester, sir.
He's close.
Dean!
- How'd it go? - Fine. Fine.
Uh...
- He's dead, and you're right. I feel amazing. - He?
Uh, Lester.
The client? You killed the client?
Does it marten'? He was a douche. Now he's a dead douche.
Of course it matters. The deal was one dead wife for one soul.
The wife's not dead, I don't get the soul.
It's math.
Well, there you go.
Hey! Don't turn your back on me!
Something funny? - No, sir.
Good.
What do you think you're doing?
Oh, whatever I want.
Really? Because I think you don't know what you want.
Tell me, Dean.
What are you? A demon?
If so, why isn't Lester's wife dead?
Did you feel sorry for her?
So maybe you're human.
Except you have those pretty black peepers and you're working alongside me.
Why don't you do us all a great, big favor...
...and pick a bloody side!
Or what?
Hm?
Go ahead.
Make a move.
See how it ends.
I ain't your bestie, and I ain't taking orders from you.
When I need to kill, I'll call. Until then, stay out of my way.
Fine.
It's over.
What can I say?
Crazy ones.
They're good for a fling.
But they're not relationship material.
Are you done?
We're done.
You know what, Dean? Heh.
It's not me.
It's you.
Maybe I should drive?
All right.
Good idea.
Hello, Bullwinkle.
You miss me?
So much...
You're here for Dean. I'm here to give him to you.
- What? - Little prat's bad for business.
He's uncontrollable. Must be the mark.
Anyway, Dean's your problem now, again, forever.
- Then where is he? - First is the small matter of my finders fee.
Hannah?
She's gone, Castiel.
She took the express elevator upstairs.
To heaven? Why?
Mmm. Hello, beautiful.
- Metatron. - I knew you'd come back.
That white hot spark between us, I felt it.
I'm here about Castiel.
Ugh. Boo.
After you cast the spell to close the gates of heaven...
...was there any of his grace left?
- And if there was? - Then I want it.
Well... Heh.
Everybody wants something.
Question is, are you willing to pay for it?
Are you willing to...
...I don't know...
...let me out'?
Oh, come on. Don't look so shocked.
You knew what I'd ask for.
And you wouldn't have come here if you weren't willing to pony up.
It doesn't make it any easier.
Fair enough.
So...
...let me sweeten the pot.
I have had time to...
...think...
...and I've decided, screw Earth.
You pop that lock, I'll give you Castiel's grace...
...and then scamper off to another planet, another galaxy, even.
And you will never see me again.
And...
...in return...
...you get Cass back at full power.
Large and in charge.
That's what you really want, isn't it?
Somebody big and strong, telling you what to do.
Poor, little Hannah.
You're so desperate to be dominated.
Watch your mouth.
Like I said...
...white hot spark.
So do we have a deal?
No.
What are you doing?
You know perfectly well what she's doing, Ass-tiel.
- I had to. You are dying. - She's right. You totally are.
- You shut up! - He said your grace, it's still out there.
He's lying. He is a liar.
Hey, words hurt.
Listen to me, Hannah. You don't want this. I have seen what...
I have made deals borne of desperation...
...and they always end in blood. And tears. Always.
- So I'm supposed to let you...? - Yes.
It's my life, and it's my choice.
And I don't want this.
I...
You're right.
I'm sorry.
You're wrong.
I mean, not about the lying part. I am a terrific liar.
But there is some of your mojo left.
Not a lot...
...but enough.
- And it can be yours for the low, low price of... - Keep it.
Seriously?
I've made peace with my fate.
Who's the liar now?
I enjoy thinking about you locked up in here.
Rotting until the end of time.
It's my happy place.
Yeah?
Uh... No.
I'll get out.
It may take a century.
It may take a millennium or two, but this dump...
...will not hold me forever.
And when I'm free...
...here's a little sneak preview.
Everybody dies.
You...
You talk too much.
Should have killed me when you had the chance, Castiel.
Dead man walking!
You heard me.
Dead man walking!
What are you, Dean? A demon?
Maybe you're a human.
Pick a bloody side!
Hiya, Sam.
Hey, Harv, why don't you go grab a smoke?
Who winged you?
Does it matter?
Not really.
I told you to let me go.
You know I can't do that.
By the way...
...your, uh...
...pal, Crowley...
...sold you out.
Sounds like him.
Dean...
...hold on a second. You don't have to do this.
Look, we know how to cure demons. You remember that?
A little Latin, a lot of blood.
It rings a bell.
Did you ever stop to think that if I wanted to be cured, I wouldn't have bailed?
That was Crowley.
It really wasn't.
It doesn't matter, all right?
Because whatever went down, whatever happened...
...we will fix it.
Will we?
Because right now, I'm doing all I can not to rip your throat out.
With my teeth.
I'm giving you a chance, Sam. You should take it.
I'm gonna have to pass.
Well, I'm not walking out that door with you.
I'm just not.
So, what are you gonna do, kill me?
No.
Why?
You don't know what I've done.
I might have it coming.
Well, I don't care.
Because you are my brother.
And I'm here to take you home.
Hm.
Ah! "You're my brother, and I'm here to take you home."
Yeah, what is this, a Lifetime movie, huh, with your puppy dog eyes?
Ah, thanks, Sammy, I needed that.
You really think those are gonna work?
There's one way to find out.
Wow, it's really you.
We met?
Talked on the phone.
Right. Right. You're the guy who's supposed to put a bullet in Sammy's brain.
- Did you miss? - Well, I had a better idea.
I figure if I let your bro escape...
...he'd go running to you, and all I had to do was just tag along.
And now, here we are, finally. Dean Winchester.
Great.
A groupie.
Heh-heh. You remember me?
Yeah. Yeah, you're that guy from that thing.
- Nyack, New York. June 21st, 2003. - Is that supposed to ring a bell?
It was the night you murdered a man by the name of Edward Trenton.
He was my father.
- Okay. - Okay?
Hey, I'm not saying I didn't slice and dice your old man.
He wasn't the first and he certainly wasn't the last.
- They all just kind of get blended up. - I saw you...
...that night.
After. You let me live. That was dumb, real dumb.
I spent half my life training for this moment.
I've played out this fight a thousand times in my mind.
And I know all about you, Dean-o.
And you're good.
Oh, you're real good.
But you see, I'm better.
Prove it.
Take a shot.
Well, that's no payback.
This is payback.
You know...
...and I'm just spitballing here, but, uh, maybe...
...you are not as good as you think you are.
Oh.
You know Kung Fu?
I know everything.
Well, come on.
What did you think was gonna happen, huh? You just stroll up here...
...say, "My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die"...
...and I'd just roll over?
Well, that's just... That makes me sad.
You have no idea what you've walked into here, do you?
None.
What are you?
I'm a demon.
Do it!
You said if you saw me you'd kill me, so do it!
Well, I guess I changed my mind.
Stop! It's over!
- It's over! - Argh!
A pleasure doing business.
What are you gonna do with it?
Toss it into a volcano, leave it on the moon. I'll get creative.
Believe me, I don't want Dean getting his hands on the precious any more than you do.
Your brother knows I ratted, tends to hold a grudge.
I don't wanna get...
...boned.
This doesn't make us square.
- If I see you again... - Stop it, Samantha.
No one likes a tease.
Give me every book you have on demons.
Hey, there, lonely girl
Lonely girl
Let make your...
Sir...
...it's time to move on.
Hey, there, lonely girl
Lonely girl
Won't you make this lonely boy...
This thing's filthy.
It's just a car, Sam.
"It's just a car"?
Wow. Heh.
You really have gone dark.
You have no idea.
You know what, Dean?
I saw what happened back there.
You could have killed that guy and you didn't.
You took mercy on him.
You call that mercy?
Imagine you spend your whole life hunting down the guy that knifed your father.
When you finally find him...
...he whips you like a dog.
Heh. How do you think that feels?
That kid's gonna spend his whole life knowing that he had his shot...
...and that he couldn't beat me.
That ain't mercy.
That's the worst thing I could have done to him.
And what I'm gonna do to you, Sammy...
...well, that ain't gonna be mercy, either.