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I am inside you.

Is it me or is this just like the cage?

- Meg. - So, Dean...

...what's poor dead Castiel doing in that junker there?

- He doesn't know he's Cass. - I know.

- So here's the deal. I need friends. - We go straight to Sam.

- So there's nothing? - This isn't a problem I can make disappear.

But I may be able to shift it.

- I don't know. We can't leave him. - We can't bring him with us.

Everything on the planet's out for us. This is safer.

Welcome to the team, Nurse Masters.

So Dick's funding an archaeological dig?

Outstanding. And you'll call as soon as the package is in hand?

Whatever it is he wants it, which means we gotta grab it. End of story.

I've been looking for this for a very, very long time.

So now what?

Good question. Why don't we answer that a thousand miles away from here.

- Hey, Kevin. - Princeton adjusted its acceptance rate...

...down to 8.7 percent for 2013.

Breathe, Kevin.

- Are you studying? - I'm talking to you.

I'll start on probability and statistics in 14 minutes.

I hate probability.

Tomorrow's my last chance to get perfect.

Your SATs are great.

Channing, everybody's SATs are great. I have to do perfect.

Who knows, the essays are at least as important.

- I have absolutely nothing to say. - I know. I know what you mean.

I read one by a kid who got into Cornell.

He didn't have any arms or legs or anything.

He had to type the whole thing with his mouth.

It was beautiful.

I am so screwed.

You know, no matter what...

...one day college isn't going to matter anymore.

You're out of your mind.

That's a lot of fuss over a caveman Lego.

Yeah.

Well, whatever Dick wants is bricked up inside that.

All right.

That sound like somebody saying, "No, wait, stop" to you?

- Uh, yeah. Yeah. - Yeah.

Oh, well.

I don't know.

I think the line might panic when they turn this corner...

...see the blade-assembly up ahead.

Strange, isn't it? That someone would choose to be named Dick?

Yes?

This is Kevin Tran's voicemail.

Please leave a message.

Kevin? It's Mom.

I know you're at school already, about to take the test.

All your work will net the results we've discussed.

- Ten-twenty-two? What? - Like Dr. Enger said...

...please don't obsess on the quote-unquote "perfect."

That's just a nice feather in our cap, if we get it.

Now, we're about to finish up our last seminar.

My flight's confirmed for 7. So I'll see you at breakfast tomorrow.

Love you, honey.

At a loss to explain the continent-wide storm system...

...that appeared seemingly out of nowhere...

...blanketing a good part of the nation in freak lightning displays.

Here with Dr. Marlon Price of the U.S. Meteorological Survey...

...al a press conference earlier today.

"Baffled?" No, I'm not baffled.

Frankly, I'm offended. This is not the way weather behaves.

Power outages and related damages to sensitive electronic equipment...

...have been reported from as far east as Cape Cod...

...all the way to Seattle.

Bobby?

Bobby, that you?

Think so.

But the whole adventure at Roman's seems to have drained his batteries.

So what? We start the storm heard round the world?

We broke this open last night...

...every maternity ward within a hundred-mile radius got slammed.

Looks like any woman in the last month of her pregnancy went into labor.

This one goes out to all the ladies.

So heavyweight signs, omens, what do we got?

I assume it's writing. But I've never seen anything like it. Ever.

And it doesn't match anything in any book or online.

So Big Daddy Chopper lands here, he grabs himself some Dick.

And then he starts secretly underwriting university departments...

...pouring money into digs. All for this.

Why?

No clue.

We do know that he will be tearing new ones until he gets it back though.

Look, we gotta take a minute, hole up somewhere safe, find out what we got.

- Rufus' cabin, then? - Yeah.

This time, I'm doing the shopping.

It's Meg.

- What? - What up, Bullwinkle?

Just a little FYI call, your boy's awake.

- What? Cass is awake. - What? When? When?

Last night, about 8.

- And you waited till now to call us? - I've been busy with Cass.

He's just a tad different than when he dozed off, okay?

- What do you mean, "different?" - Hey, Seacrest, guess what?

Not a nurse. Just playing one on TV.

Want answers, start driving.

- Great. So Indiana? - Yeah.

Eight o'clock last night.

Yeah.

Same time we opened up that thing.

- Who? - Kevin?

Where were you today? You missed the test.

- I... - And student council and quartet.

I had to take my mom's car. I think I had a seizure or something.

I've been chosen.

It's my birthright.

Oh, my God, Kevin, all the pressure you've been under...

...this isn't one of those over-achiever teen meltdowns, is it?

I'm supposed to keep going. I'm not allowed to stop.

What do you mean, "Not allowed"?

Is someone with you?

They didn't make you take your mother's car, did they? Kevin?

We raced all the way. I don't know.

Can't say I'm fired up to see what's left of the guy.

You think he remembers it all?

That... I'm guessing, whatever kind of hell-baggage he lifted off at your plate.

- It's not gonna be pretty. - Hey.

Excuse me, gentlemen, but it's way past visiting hours.

It's okay, Abel. I've been expecting them.

Hello, boys.

Hey, Cass.

Hello, Dean.

- Sam. - Hey, Castiel.

Well, look at you, walking and talking. That's...

That's great, right?

Pull my finger.

What?

My finger. Pull it.

Okay, just hang on, Cass. Let us catch up to you for a second.

So you're saying you remember who you are.

- What you are. - Yes. Of course. Oh.

Outside today, in the garden, I followed a honeybee.

I saw the Route of Flowers.

It's all right there. The whole plan. There's nothing to add.

- You might wanna add a little Thorazine. - Right? He's been like the naked guy...

...at the rave ever since he woke up. Totally useless.

Will you look at her?

My caretaker.

All of that thorny pain so beautiful.

We've been over this. I don't like poetry. Put up or shut up.

Okay. Ahem. So, Cass, you said you woke up last night?

Yes. I heard a, "ping" that pierced me and, well...

You wouldn't have heard it unless you were an angel at the time.

It's also when we opened this.

Oh. Of course. Now I understand.

- Understand what? - You were the ones.

Well, heh, I guess that makes sense.

What makes sense?

If someone was going to free the Word from the vault of the Earth...

...it would end up being you two.

Oh, I love you guys. Unh!

Look. Okay. All right. Okay.

Ahem. Yeah. Yeah. You said something about "the Word." Is that what's written?

Did you know that a cat's penis is sharply barbed along its shaft?

I know for a fact the females were not consulted about that.

Cass, please.

We're losing ground out there, okay? We need your help.

- Can you not see that? - Hey, this is the handwriting of Metatron.

Metatron? Heh. You saying a Transformer wrote that?

No. That's Megatron.

- What? - The Transformer, it's Megatron.

- What? - Metatron.

He's an angel. He's the scribe of God.

He took down dictation when Creation was being formed.

- That's the Word of God? - One of them, yes.

Uh, well, what's it say, then?

Uh... "Tree."

Horse? Fiddler Crab? I can't read it. It wasn't meant for angels.

Okay, this all sounds bad.

What are you two jackasses doing with the Word of God?

- Let me see that thing. - Back off, Meg.

- Come on. It's my ass too. - Back off.

Damn it, enough of this demons are second-class citizens crap!

Don't like conflict.

- What the hell was that? - You heard him. He doesn't like conflict.

He's down in the day room now. I guarantee it.

All right, I'll go handle Cass.

Sam, will you please pick up the Word of God?

Yeah.

What are you guys caught up in now?

I deserve to know, Sam.

Okay, fine.

I'll hit the road then. Let me just go get my angel.

Meg, what are you talking about? Stop.

We both call, who do you think Cass will come to? I'm guessing me.

You heard him, thorny beauty, blah, blah.

I'm the saint who stayed with him. He owes me.

- His words. - Okay, what about what he owes us?

Well, work on him a little, maybe he'll start crushing on you too, hot-stuff.

What you gonna do with a broken angel?

I'll take power where I can get it. I've got myself to look out for.

What the hell?

Hey!

No, stop, leave me alone!

Not a demon or a Chomper. What the hell are you?

I'm Kevin Tran. I'm in Advanced Placement.

- Please don't kill me. - I'm not gonna kill you.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I don't know why, but I can't let go of this.

You realize you just broke God's Word.

It's Sam's thing, isn't it?

You taking on his, uh, cage-match scars.

I'm guessing that's what broke your bank, right?

Well, it took everything to get me here.

- What are you talking about, man? - Dean.

I know you want different answers.

No, I want you to button up your coat and help us take down Leviathans.

Do you remember what you did?

Do you want to go first?

You really stepped in it, kid. Oh, man.

All I know is, this is... It's for me.

- I'm supposed to keep it. - Good luck.

But you don't know what it is?

Open it.

You know, we weren't sure, at first, which monkeys were gonna make it.

No offense, but I was backing the Neanderthals...

...because their poetry was just amazing.

It's in perfect tune with the Spheres.

But in the end, it was you. The Homo sapiens sapiens.

You guys ate the apple, invented pants.

Cass, where can we find this, uh, Metatron? Is he still alive?

I'm sorry. I think you have to go back to start.

This is important.

I think Metatron could stop a lot of bad. You understand that?

We live in a "Sorry" universe.

It's engineered to create conflict.

I mean, why should I prosper from your misfortune?

But these are the rules. I didn't make them.

You made some of them.

When you tried to become God, when you cut that hole into that wall.

Dean...

- It's your move. - Screw the damn game!

Forget the game, Cass.

I'm sorry, Dean.

No.

You're playing "Sorry."

- It's writing. - Yeah. Yeah, we get that.

What's Leviathan?

What? You can read it? Is that what it says?

Sort of. It hurts a little.

Like looking through somebody else's glasses but I think it...

It's about Leviathan.

How it came to be. God locked them up far away, right?

Like, in jail, because they're so...

They're...

- They're real. Aren't they? - Yeah, Kevin, they are. And they're here.

Does it say anything about how to kill them?

Because that's... That's kind of been a problem.

I don't know. It's not like reading-reading.

- It's hard to focus on it too long. - Sam. Something's up.

What?

Kevin, hey, hey, hey! Kevin.

Demon.

- What? - Sam.

He's talking to angels.

A demon whore and a Winchester again.

Step away from the Prophet.

- Who? Me? - Sole keeper of the Word on Earth.

We are here to take you.

- What do you mean "take"? - Kill the demon and her lover.

That's not how it... We're not...

Where did you get that?

Castiel.

Hi.

You're alive.

You.

Hello, Hester.

You smote thousands in Heaven.

You gave a big, scary speech, then you were gone.

- What the hell was that? - Rude, for one thing.

Where have you been?

Oh, Inias.

Hester, I know you want something.

Answers. And I...

I wish it could be that... There are still many things I can teach you.

I can offer, um...

Well, perspective.

Here, pull my finger.

Meg will get another light and I'll blow it out again...

Well, this time it'll be funny, and we'll all look back and laugh.

- You're insane. - Hey! Heads up, sunshine.

All angels blown back to their corners. We got, like, three, four hours tops.

- Meg, where did you get that? - A lot of angels died...

What's happening?

What's happening?

What is that?

It's, uh, Kevin Tran.

He's, uh, in Advanced Placement.

So these Leviathans, these monsters, are real.

- And angels? With wings? - No. Uh, no wings.

- No anything... - No junk. Junk-less.

So, Kevin, you can, uh, read the chicken-scratch on the God-rock, huh?

That is back in one piece, I see. And you're saying that there's some sort...

...of a "How To Punch Dick" recipe in there?

I don't know what you're saying...

...but it seems kind of like an in case of emergency note.

What did they mean by "Prophet"?

- No. Really? - Yeah, yeah. That's what the angel said.

- I don't want to be a Prophet. - No, you don't at all.

Gentlemen, we gotta start running and hiding.

Or do you want to tangle with those wing-nuts twice?

- Sorry, did you say, "we"? - I'm on the angels' radar now.

You think I don't need a little safety in numbers?

All right, we'll go to Rufus' cabin. Kid can do his book report there.

You know you're hungry.

Why not enjoy yourself a Biggerson's homemade pie bar?

It's like a salad bar but with pie.

Now back to our top story on News 10...

...the search for the missing Honor student.

The victim in this case reportedly insisted...

...he'd been "Chosen by birthright"...

...causing speculation that a cult may be behind the abduction.

The family car is also missing.

Federal authorities have been placed on alert.

Again, 16-year-old Honor student Kevin Tran...

...reportedly taken from his Michigan home early yesterday...

Oh, crap.

Hey. So we got another wrinkle. Uh, looks like Kevin's gone missing...

...and it's gone federal. Yeah.

- Where's Meg? - I'm here.

- Great, so now we're kidnappers? - Not if we shut up about it.

Why. Who'd we kidnap?

Oh, God.

- What? - Nothing.

Nothing. Just my life.

My future.

Girlfriend.

- My mom's car. - Yeah? Yeah, Castiel, it's me.

- Cass? Where? Where is he? - Shut up.

- I'll stop speaking. - No, Cass, you talk.

- I'm in Perth. - Perth?

- Perth? As in, Australia? - What dogs?

He says he's surrounded by unhappy dogs.

- They're chasing a rabbit around a ring. - Oh, okay.

He's at a dog track in Perth.

I'm surrounded by large, unhappy dogs.

They're unhappy because the rabbit's fake.

Listen, we're on Highway 94, north of St. Cloud, Minnesota...

...just passing mile marker 79.

Kevin, this is Castiel.

You're one of the angels?

Boop.

- Meg, are you hurt? - Shut up.

Cass, what happened back there? Who were those guys?

They're from the Garrison. My old Garrison.

Looks like Hester's taken over. We were assigned to watch the Earth.

Often it was boring.

Your wars are very boring. Sex. The repetition.

Anyway. I was, uh... I was their captain.

- Isn't that strange? - Cass, why are they pissed at us now?

Those racing dogs were absolutely miserable.

- They can only think in ovals... - Cass! Don't make me pull this car over!

- Why are angels after us? - Are you angry? Why are you angry?

No, I'm...

Please, could we just stay on target?

There's no reason for anger. They're only following protocol.

If the Word of God is revealed, a Keeper of the Word will awaken.

- Like this hot potato right here. - Please, stop that.

Anyway. Garrison code dictates...

...you take the Keeper to the desert, to learn the Word away from men.

What kind of sense does that make? He has to tell us, so that we can use it.

God and his shiny red apples.

I can't live in the desert. I'm applying to Princeton!

Okay, you know what? Screw the Garrison.

We need the tablet to end Dick Roman's Soylent Us crap.

If you want the Word, you'll have to duck Hester and her soldiers.

- We got you in our corner, right, Cass? - Oh, I don't fight anymore.

I watch the bees.

Let's leave off angel-proofing sigils or I'll be expelled too.

Well, as long as we're invisible to your Garrison buddies, it works for me.

I'm sure you're hungry...

...So once we get settled in upstairs, we'll get some dinner going.

This looks like a sex-torture dungeon.

Is this a sex-torture dungeon?

No, this is not a sex-torture...

Get over here. Sit down and read, would you?

You seem troubled.

Of course, that's a primary aspect of your personality, so I sometimes ignore it.

Okay. Um...

Right now, I'm just wondering about you.

What about me?

You're worried about the burden I lifted from you.

I think I was done for.

Do you see Lucifer?

I did at first.

But that was a projection of yours, I think. Sort of an aftertaste.

Now I more see... Well, everything.

It's funny, I was... I was done for too.

The weight of all my mistakes.

All those lives and souls lost. I...

I couldn't take it either. I was...

I was lost. Until I took on your pain.

Strange to think that that helped but...

I know you never did anything but try to help.

I realize that, Cass. And I'm grateful. We're all grateful.

And we're gonna help you get better, okay? No matter what it takes.

What do you mean, "better"?

Kevin?

This is all too much.

What's happened to my life?

I'm just a kid from Michigan. I didn't want to be a Word Keeper.

Looks like we're brown-bagging it.

I'm not prepared to factor the supernatural into my world view...

Okay, here we go.

That's it, that's it. Just breathe. Take it easy.

I don't know, man, what can I say? You've been chosen.

And it sucks. Believe me.

There's no use asking, "Why me?" Because the angels...

...they don't care.

I think maybe they just don't have the equipment to care.

It seems like when they try, it just...

...breaks them apart.

I just want to be the first Asian-American President of the United States.

Then do your homework.

See, I'm here. Just like I said.

You better start talking, skank.

Tell me again why I'm not just hauling you off to the King's cash-window?

Come on, Rosco. I told you I've got something way better.

You know how Crowley likes presents.

He's not gonna care if we bring in the Winchesters. Yesterday's news.

Not the Winchesters.

I've got the angel who double-crossed him.

I've got Castiel.

Nah. Castiel, he's dead.

Right. Because you're in that loop.

Where is he then?

First, I want to know how many of you jerks I have to cut in.

Think we're stupid? We didn't tell anybody. Heh.

I love demons.

Didn't expect to see you back.

Yeah, not without the King's army. Knife.

Typical.

I save our bacon and you're sitting here, waiting by a Devil's Trap.

Seriously, I just killed two of Crowley's men!

I could have gone the other way on that.

It's true, incidentally. There's other demons' blood on that blade.

Look, I'm simpler than you think.

I figured one thing out about this world. Just one, pretty much.

You find a cause and you serve it.

Give yourself over and it orders your life.

Lucifer and Yellow Eyes, their mission was it for me.

We should trust you because you wanted to free Satan from Hell?

I'm talking cause, douche bag. As in reason to get up in the morning.

Obviously these things shift over time. We learn, we grow.

Now, for me, currently, the cause is bringing down the King.

And I know I'll need help to do it.

- Crowley ain't the problem. - When you gonna get it?

Crowley's always the problem. He's just waiting for the right moment.

I know what I'm supposed to do, and it isn't screw with Sam and Dean.

Or lose the only angel who'd go to bat for me.

This is good. Harmony. Communication.

Now our only problem is Hester.

- What? - Well, here we're hidden from the Garrison.

But when you killed the demon, you put out a pretty clear beacon.

We need better angel-proofing now.

You took the Prophet from us?

I'm sorry.

- You have fallen in every way imaginable. - Please, Castiel. We have to follow the code.

- Help us do our work. - He can't help you. He can't help anybody.

We don't need his help. Or his permission.

The Keeper goes to the desert tonight.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, back off!

We're trying to clean up one of your angel's messes. You know that.

He's right.

An angel brought the Leviathan back into this world...

...and they begged him, begged him not to do it.

Look, just give us some time, okay? We will take care of your Prophet.

Why should we give you anything?

After everything you have taken from us?

The very touch of you corrupts.

When Castiel first laid a hand on you in Hell, he was lost!

For that, you're going to pay.

Please. They're the ones we were put here to protect.

No, Castiel.

No more madness! No more promises!

No more new Gods!

Hester, no. Please. There's so few of us left.

You wanted free will?

Now I'm making the choices.

What?

Someone had to.

These are strange times.

I think they've always been.

I wish you'd come with us.

Oh, I'm not part of the Garrison anymore, Inias.

I'm sorry.

Thanks, Kevin. Not a lot of people could have handled this.

You doing all right, there, "Chosen one"?

- Yeah. - Are you ready, Kevin Tran?

Bring the Keeper to his home.

We can watch over him there.

- Well, I couldn't find Meg anywhere. - Yes, well, she enjoys laying low.

Here. "Leviathan cannot be slain but by a bone of a righteous mortal...

...washed in the Three Bloods of the Fallen."

It says we need to start with the blood of a fallen angel.

Well, you know me.

Always happy to bleed for the Winchesters.

What are you gonna do, Cass?

I don't know.

Isn't that amazing?

Well, let's get to work.

We're doing everything we can, Mrs. Tran, believe me.

He said he'd had a seizure. What if they hit him?

What if he has a brain injury?

You need to trust us, okay?

It won't help to wear yourself out with worry.

- Mom? - Kevin!

- Who are you? - It's okay, Mom. They brought me back.

They're keeping me safe.

I don't believe that's true.

Rock beats scissor.

Leviathan beats angel.

Hello, Kevin.