Open your eyes, Dean. Let's go take a howl at that moon.
- Heaven needs your help. - Anything.
Daniel and Adina. They must be found.
They must be brought home and they must be punished, for the sake of all.
Think of it, the king of hell...
...Dean Winchester by his side. Together we rule, together we create...
...the perfect hell.
And all of this that's bloomed between us never ends.
Hey! Don't turn your back on me.
- What do you think you're doing? - Whatever I want.
You're here for Dean. I'll give him to you.
Little prat's bad for business. He's uncontrollable. Must be the mark.
Your pal Crowley sold you out.
We know how to cure demons.
A little Latin, a lot of blood. So, what are you gonna do? You gonna kill me?
You're my brother, and I'm here to take you home.
You really think those are gonna work?
- Stop! It's over. it's over. - Unh!
- Doctor. - Father.
Really?
For whatever it's worth, I got your blood type.
Sam, I know you think you're gonna try and fix me...
...but did it ever occur to you maybe I don't wanna be fixed?
Just let me go live my life, I won't bother you.
What do you care?
What do I care?
You think I'm just gonna sit here like Crowley...
...getting all weepy while you shoot me up?
Well, screw that.
- I don't want this. - Yeah, I pretty much figured that out.
You don't know if this is gonna work, do you?
I got a hell of a lot more running through me than just demon juice.
Mark of Cain. Got it.
That's right.
- Buckle up. - Sammy...
...you know I hate shots.
I hate demons.
We got a whole bunch more of these to go. You could make it a lot easier on yourself.
Argh!
- How are you holding up? - Fine.
You say you're fine...
...but you don't look fine.
It's what the humans do.
They say they're fine.
And even if I don'! look it, you say I look well.
That way we avoid talking about something we can do nothing about.
I'm sorry, I just can't see how Sam Winchester...
...could ask you to drive all this way to help with his brother, knowing your condition.
He doesn't know...
...about how badly your borrowed grace is fading, does he?
He knows some.
And he didn't have to ask.
Sam is alone in this. He's attempting to change Dean from demon to human...
...with a cure of sanctified blood.
But there's no guarantee that will work.
And if it doesn't, then Dean is gone...
...and the demon must be dealt with.
I just...
I worry about you.
For all you know, you could be killing me.
Or...
...you're just messing with me.
Either way, the lore doesn't say anything about exceptions to the cure.
The lore. Hunters.
Men of Letters. What a load of crap it all is.
- You got nothing? - You want me to debate you?
- This isn't even the real you I'm talking to. - Oh, it's the real me, all right.
The new real me.
The me that sees things for what they really are.
Winchesters.
Do-gooders.
Fighting the natural order.
Let me tell you something. Guys like me, we are the natural order.
- It's the way it was set up. - Guys like me...
...still gotta do what we can.
Don't be so full of yourself, Sammy. You see, from where I'm sitting...
...there ain't much difference from what I turned into to what you are.
What does that mean?
I know what you did when you were looking for me.
And I know how far you went.
Crowley told me all about it.
So let me ask you:
Which one of us is really the monster? Hm?
Starting to come back to you now?
What am I supposed to do now?
It's like my life is over.
Thank you.
Bitch.
I should have seen it coming.
Why doesn't anything ever work out for me?
Hey there.
- Hi. - Sounds like, uh...
...things have been a little rough on you lately, huh?
Rough?
- My wife kicked me to the curb. - Oh.
We haven't had sex for four months. Four.
Well, not that she hasn't been having plenty.
A guy in her bowling league.
The guy with tattoos.
Did him right there on the kitchen table while I was at work.
Man, that's, uh...
That's cold.
Now, all I think of is revenge.
Payback.
But that's not gonna happen.
I wouldn't be so sure about that.
It is possible that you can have your revenge.
I mean, hell, it's possible you can have pretty much anything you want.
You were trying to get a 20 on Crowley and me from any demon you could snag.
But Crowley didn't wanna be found and no one showed when you summoned.
But you found a way, didn't you, Sam?
All right.
Stand right here.
When I say so, read the words off the paper.
- Are you sure about this? - Yeah. Trust me.
All right. Go ahead.
Okay.
Who summons me and for what purpose?
- Kill my wife... - Lester.
- ...and my soul is yours. - Don't!
- Done. - No!
You'd have liked to have gotten there before the deal went down...
...but you didn't really care about poor old Lester, did you?
Why don't we try that again?
Nobody knows where Crowley and your brother are.
They're off the radar.
Ah! Kill me if you want to!
That's all I know.
I got nothing for you...
...and you made that poor son of a bitch sell his soul.
Oh, and so you know...
...I killed Lester myself.
That wife of his married the tattooed guy.
- I never meant... - Who cares what you meant?
That line that we thought was so clear between us and the things that we hunted...
...ain't so clear, is it?
Wow.
You might actually be worse than me.
I mean, you took a guy at his lowest, used him...
...and it cost him his life and his soul.
Nice work.
Let me ask you this, Sammy.
If this doesn't work...
...we both know what you gotta do to me, right?
You got the stomach for that, Sam?
You stand accused of high treason.
Take her away.
So, what's this then? Oh, goody, something else to sign.
"Henceforth and forthwith. -.
...for the furtherance...
...and expedience and regulation and..."
Yeah. Sure.
Majesty, supplicants await without.
Without what?
Outside.
Let them wait.
They've waited a longtime.
It's hell. You wait. It's what you do.
You're still here.
I have an update on the angel Castiel.
His grace seems to be fading.
He's losing strength.
If one were so inclined...
...this would be a propitious time for one to eliminate him.
"One"?
You, sire.
Borrowed grace does have a puny shelf life.
Castiel should've read the warning label.
Follow him...
...and keep me informed as to his decline.
What's going on here?
- What's it look like? - In my bed?
- Jerk. - Bitch.
Knock it down.
- Stop talking. - You're bunging it! Unh!
The king of hell...
...Dean Winchester by his side. Together we rule, together we create...
...the perfect hell.
Great One?
Your Majesty?
Are you all right?
- I was thinking of better days. - Yes.
- Your sabbatical. - My what?
We were worried, of course.
Your misadventure with the older Winchester was quite the topic of speculation.
If you'll forgive my boldness...
...I could now be your wingman.
Could you?
I too love to party.
And I do love the ladies.
And the classic rock 'n' roll.
Most importantly, I can debauch by your side without being a personal embarrassment.
You'll see what I'm worth.
Oh, I can see already.
Anyone else care to comment?
Sorry. I missed another turn.
I have no idea where the main road is.
These things, they're so confining...
...and primitive. it's...
It's getting worse, isn't it?
Castiel, it's time we stop avoiding the obvious.
You and I both know how to fix this, both you and the situation.
I will not slit some angel's throat and steal its grace.
Before you say it, we definitely are not going begging to Metatron.
What about helping your friend...
...and sending the rogue angels back to heaven?
Your preference to die for your principles, it's very noble but it is meaningless.
Then you carry on.
I'm not enough.
Sometimes enough is whatever you have.
Sam.
Cass.
- Hey, are you still coming'? - I'm a few hours away.
- Is the treatment working? - No, not very well.
It's not like it was with Crowley. Dean's in pain.
I mean, he's in bad pain.
It's like he's barely holding on.
Cass, it might be killing him.
It might be.
80...
- What, should I stop? - And do what?
He's not possessed. Exorcism is out of the question.
The ritual of purified blood is the only treatment I know.
Cass, did you not hear what I just said?
- I could be killing my brother. - Sam.
He's not your brother. At least not now.
- You have to be prepared for... - Killing my brother.
- I'll be there as soon as I can. - Yeah, all right, I'll, uh...
I'll leave the entry unlocked for you. Just hurry.
Hey-Hey. Dean!
Come on. Come back.
Come back to me. Are you there? Hey.
- Dean. You okay? - Unh.
Yeah, if you can say that...
...drowning in your own sweat while your blood boils is okay.
- Look, I can't stop doing this. - Sure you can.
You just stop.
No point in trying to bring your brother back.
- I will bring him back. - In fact, your...
"guilt-ridden, weight-of-the-world bro has been MIA for quite some time now.
But I'm loving the new model.
Lean mean Dean.
Right.
You noticed I tried to get as far away from you as possible?
Away from your whining, your complaining.
I chose the king of hell over you.
Maybe I was just tired of babysitting you...
...or always having to yank your lame ass out of the fire since forever.
Or maybe" ..
Maybe it was the fact that my mother would still be alive if it wasn't for you.
That your very existence sucked the life out of my life.
This isn't my brother talking.
You never had a brother.
Just an excuse for not manning up.
But guess what.
- I quit. - No. No, you don't.
You don't get to quit.
We don't get to quit in this family.
- This family is all we have ever had. - Well, then we got nothing.
- Would you say that to Dad? - Dad?
Oh, there's a prize.
Here's a man who brainwashed us...
...into wasting our lives fighting his losing battle.
Oh. Ooh.
Is this you manning up?
This is me...
...yanking your lame ass out of the fire.
You're welcome.
You have coerced others into aligning with Abaddon.
You spread rumors and foster doubt as to the competence and authority of the crown.
Guilty of treason.
The sentence is death.
Anyone else hungry to betray me?
Next.
You're guilty of something...
...which I won't tolerate, whatever it was.
- You are condemned... - Stop.
Stop.
"Stop"?
You cannot do this.
Weren't you watching? Of course I can. I just did.
This is your idea of ruling?
Yes.
We've killed and tortured for you.
Stolen souls, destroyed lives.
Tempted and tormented with distinction.
And for all of this, what's our reward?
A slap in the face.
Stay back.
What is it?
You disappear, binge on blood, approach the edge of becoming human.
Salt in the wound? You run off with your boy toy, Dean Winchester.
Now he's running amok and you can't control him or the kingdom.
- What's he doing? - You've squandered our loyalty.
What will you do?
Not live in the hell you've made.
Stop.
it's holy Oil!
Get back. Get back.
Did not see that coming.
Hm.
Hannah.
You know, this road we're on, it's dangerous.
All right.
Um...
We can't afford to lose our way.
I know that. I'm sorry about the map.
No detours of any kind.
Castiel, if these are metaphors and you're attempting another human communication...
...it isn't working.
I'm just trying to say that this mission, it's everything.
I know that.
Getting to Dean, hunting these rogues, I...
I'm not at full capacity so I...
We need total focus.
Like a laser. Got it.
Just...
I've been around humans for long enough to see how easily distractions occur.
"Distractions."
Emotions, feelings.
They're dangerous temptations.
How very biblical, Castiel.
I don't mean to be unkind.
- You don't mean to be kind. - I just...
I'm trying to keep our priorities clear.
Not to worry, then. I am very clear on my priorities...
...and yours.
Hello'?
Hey, there.
I've been tracking you. You will be punished for what you did.
Daniel's death, that was unintentional, Adina.
- I feel you know this. - "Unintentional"?
You killed him.
Seriously?
Just kill me...
...but let her go.
Stop.
"Stop?
"Kill me." So many suggestions. Don't know what to do.
I know. I will kill you, Castiel, but very, very slowly...
...so your honeybunch...
...can watch.
Sound good? Unh!
Hey, champ.
Look at you.
Talk about roadkill.
- Unh! Unh! Unh! - Thattagirl, Hannah.
Suffer.
Just like my Daniel suffered before you killed him.
Daniel's death isn't on my head, it's on yours.
We did nothing.
We wanted nothing...
...but to be left alone.
You killed an angel. You had to answer for it.
An angel who would've hauled us back to that heaven of yours?
He should have left us alone.
And that will do.
Why can't you people just sit on clouds and play harps like you're supposed to'?
Come on, Sammy.
Don't you wanna hang out with your big brother'?
Spend a little quality time.
Don't be an idiot. Yes, it's hers.
But she was killing your girlfriend.
Your hands are clean.
As much as it pains me to say this...
...you're useless to me dead.
You owe me.
- Why did you help me? - Purely business.
Since you're 5 miles from the Winchesters', I can only surmise that you're headed there...
...and that Dean has become a handful.
Having him as a demon has caused me nothing but grief.
Fix the problem.
You realize, if worse comes to worst...
...that means killing him.
I'm not sentimental.
Smart, Sam.
Locking the place down.
Doors won't open. I get it.
But here's the thing.
I don't wanna leave.
Not till I find you.
Sammy!
You're just making this worse for yourself, man.
Oh, by the way, you can, uh...
...blame yourself for me getting loose.
All that blood you pumped into me to make me human?
Well, the less demon I was, the less the cuffs worked.
And that devil's trap?
Well, I just walked right across it.
It smarted...
...but still...
That's more like it.
- That's your big move? - Listen to me, Dean.
We were getting close, okay?
I know you're still in there somewhere.
Just let me finish the treatments.
Dean?
You act like I wanna be cured.
Personally, I like the disease.
Dean, stop that! Look, I don't wanna use this blade on you.
That sucks for you, doesn't it?
Because you really mean that. Ha, ha.
If you come out of that room, I won't have a choice.
Sure, you will.
And I know which one you'll make.
Ain't that right, Sammy? But see...
...here's the thing. I'm lucky.
Oh, hell, I'm blessed.
Because there's just enough demon left in me that killing you...
...ain't no choice at all.
Sammy?
Come on, Sammy.
Let's have a beer. Talk about it.
I'm tired of playing.
Let's finish this game.
Well...
Well, look at you.
Do it.
It's all you.
it's over.
- Dean, it's over. - Argh!
Argh!
it's over.
What the hell are we doing to him, Cass?
I mean, even after I gave him all that blood, he still said he didn't wanna be cured...
...that he didn't wanna be human.
Well, I can see his point.
You know, only humans can feel real joy...
...but also such profound pain.
This is easier.
You look worried, fellas.
Welcome back, Dean.
Hey.
How's he doing?
He's still a little out of it. But better, I think.
I mean, I think this whole thing, the blood cure and the-— All of it.
- Really wrecked him, you know? - Yeah.
On the plus side, he's hungry again.
So I'm just gonna go pick him up a big old bag of crap food and stuff it in his face myself.
You mind keeping an eye?
Yeah.
- Sam. - Yeah?
You realize one problem is solved but one still remains.
Dean is no longer a demon, that's true.
But the mark of Cain, that he still has. And sooner or later, that's gonna be an issue.
You know what, Cass? I'm beat, man.
One battle at a time, you know?
So I'm just gonna go grab my brother some cholesterol.
And then I'm gonna get drunk.
Yeah?
You look terrible.
It wouldn't kill you to lie every now and again.
No, it wouldn't kill me. I just... You...
Forget it.
Well, you, on the other hand...
...you're looking good.
- So are you back? - At least temporarily.
Yeah, it's a long story.
Crowley.
Stolen grace. There's a female outside in the car.
Another time.
Well, thank you...
...for stepping in when you did.
What'd Sam say? Does he want a divorce?
I'm sure Sam knows that whatever you said...
...or what you did, that wasn't really you.
Certainly it wasn't all you.
- I tried to kill him, Cass. - Dean.
You two have been through so much.
Look, you're brothers.
It would take a lot more than trying to kill Sam with a hammer to make him walk away.
You realize how screwed up our lives are that that even makes sense.
I'm glad you're here, man.
Hey, maybe you should...
...take some time before you get back to work. Allow yourself to heal.
It's, uh...
I don't know. The timing might be right.
Heaven and hell, they seem reasonably back in order.
It's quiet out there.