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(SPEAKING LATIN)

(GROANS IN PAIN)

(SPEAKING LATIN)

(GROWLING)

Don't!

Where the hell are you, Cass?

I am fine.

You don't sound okay.

CASTIEL: What I have, you can't help me. Please, tell Sam.

Rowena escaped with the Book of the Damned and the Codex.

DEAN: ...is Amara.

THE DARKNESS: We're bound, Dean.

We'll always be bound. You helped me.

We will always help each other.

DEAN: I think Amara's The Darkness.

Interesting.

Whatever's in that house, I can taste the power radiating from it.

It's old. Deep.

Dark.

- Where are you going? - To see the child that eats souls.

Stay away from her.

(GRUNTING)

CROWLEY: I want that child. And I get what I want.

My, haven't you grown into a sweet young thing?

I feel the spell just cutting deeper and deeper.

- (SCREAMING) - And I'm trying to fight it. I'm trying.

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(SCREAMS)

Help me.

And they shall know us far and wide.

And fear us. And we shall be known as the

Mega Coven!

Mega Coven.

See, because it's greater than "Grand Coven."

So it's not grand. It's mega.

It's the Mega Coven.

I don't think you're following.

And why ever would we join you in such a thing?

Because that Grand Coven of yours is obsolete, don't you see?

And utterly failing apart since the High Priestess Olivette disappeared.

Which we hear you may have had a hand in.

Idle gossip.

Cut the crap, Rowena. You're just looking for protection from the hunter Winchesters

and all the rest of your many enemies.

And, honey, you don't have the guts or the chops to pull this off,

so let's not kid ourselves.

Really?

It so happens I killed the King of Hell.

My own son,

the King of Hell.

And compelled an angel to do it!

Guts? Chops? I'd say that qualifies!

I have a friend who cut a deal with Crowley only yesterday.

Crowley didn't look so dead.

What?

You're as delusional as ever. We'll be going.

Delusional? We'll see.

(SPEAKING LATIN)

(GROANING)

(SCREAMING)

He lives?

(SCREAMS)

So that was the last of the neighbors. Just like the rest.

Dean?

- Dean. - Yeah.

- You okay? - Yeah.

Yeah, I'm fine.

Just saying we got nothing.

No one saw anything unusual going on at the house

the day the baby disappeared.

If this is truly The Darkness we're talking about,

it's more of a time bomb than a baby.

Yeah, but it is still a baby, right?

I mean, The Darkness I saw was an adult. So it still has to, uh, to grow up.

The Darkness is almost infinite power.

I'm not sure what "growing up" means in this case.

Well, God kicked this thing's ass once before, right?

Yeah, it'd be nice if he put down the mai tai and show up for work.

I wouldn't count on it.

It's possible he's around. Closer than we think, you know?

What makes you say that?

I believe he made a fairly definitive statement when he walked away.

(CHAIN CLATTERS)

(SIGHS)

Sorry about those, Cass.

Till we know what's going on with you,

you're still a bit of a wild card. You know?

I hate to point this out,

but you both know who we might need to help deal with The Darkness.

Don't even say it.

He was God's scribe. He did hear about everything.

That's just like saying it.

(GROWLING)

- Cass, you all right, pal? - It's the spell.

We were hoping your angel wiring would fight it off

or slow it down at least.

It appears I simply respond differently from humans.

DEAN: If you were you human, you'd be gone.

With you, it's like it's digging deeper.

You know, Rowena's the only one who can remove it.

We're doing everything to find her, okay? But so far, we got nothing.

Well, it's getting worse.

(CASTIEL GROANING)

Yes, Majesty, my operative is certain. Your mother has been found.

Then move.

Annihilate the treacherous bitch.

She's making impressive progress in her studies,

considering just days ago she was in diapers.

Watch her. She speaks to no one outside the court.

If she's half as powerful as I think she is, I want her on my team.

"Amara." It's a pretty name. Did you name her?

That's what the lovely Jenna called her,

just before Amara sucked out her soul.

What do we have her watching now?

Hitler's Nuremberg speeches.

We had them translated.

Hmm.

Amara, sweetie.

You can take a little break if you like.

Nanny said you're doing very well with your schooling.

I want you to be happy in your new home.

Whatever you want, whenever you want it, you just have to ask.

I just want you to save me. From him.

From God? He's been very mean to my little girl, hasn't he?

- He tricked me. - He's a wily one.

He sealed me away.

And how exactly did he manage that?

I don't want to talk about it.

Of course.

You're a very lucky girl. I'm a king.

And if anyone can protect you from that rascally deity, it is I.

Thank you.

"Thank you, Uncle Crowley."

Hmm.

"How did this happen?" I kept asking myself.

Witchcraft was a proud and adventurous calling.

But the Grand Coven let it collapse in disgrace.

Cowardly witches hiding in shadows.

Well, we were being burned or hung by the thousands.

It put a lid on our enthusiasm.

Nonsense. Poor leadership.

Our people deserve a renaissance.

And I'm looking for the best of the best to leave the Grand Coven

and join me in the

Mega Coven!

(GLASS SHATTERS)

You heard what I said, right?

- My, look at the time. - Mmm.

Did I mention I have in my possession the Book of the Damned?

Aye, written by crazy Sister Agnes herself on her own flesh.

(SIGHS) Its secrets are making me a force of nature, girls.

A force of nature.

And you'd share these secrets with the Mega Coven?

I've always been a giver.

Is there a chance I could be an officer?

In the Grand Coven, I never made it past sergeant-at-arms.

You have no idea the rewards headed your way.

(GASPS)

(SPEAKING LATIN)

- (GRUNTING) - (PEOPLE SCREAMING)

(SPEAKING LATIN)

(CLATTERING)

(GLASS SHATTERING)

Come on, Crowley, pick up! I've left you a dozen messages.

Why isn't he answering the phone?

Because he's a dick.

- And that's not breaking news. - (HUFFS)

He's gotta have Rowena in his sights, right?

I mean, she did try to take him out.

He's not gonna deliver Rowena to us just so she can lift the spell.

He'd rather let it do whatever it's gonna do to me.

He's gotta be up to something.

Yeah. Again, not breaking news.

Metatron is also off the grid.

He stole your car in Blaine, Missouri, right?

Yeah.

Yeah, uh, no accidents, incidents, violations

or anything remotely interesting involving a crappy '78 Continental Mark V.

You think it's crappy?

Eye of the beholder.

CASTIEL: Oh...

He's a shut-in for centuries, former scribe of God.

You wouldn't think he would be a good driver.

You know what? I'll look for unusual occurrences at places he might hang out.

Cass.

Places Metatron might hang out.

Um...

He loves waffles. You could try places that have those.

Okay, so every restaurant in the entire country.

(KEYBOARD CLACKING)

(GRUNTING)

- (CASTIEL SHIVERING) - Cass?

(SCREAMS)

Cass! Cass, hey!

Easy, easy. Cass?

Cass. Hey. Are you okay?

(BREATHING HEAVILY) Relative to what?

Do you know where you are? What's the date?

Earth.

Several billion years from the beginning.

Come on, buddy.

(GRUNTING)

It's like I was inside a blender

that was set to purée for a tomato salsa.

And you're the tomato?

In this analogy, yes.

Yeah.

Cass, what was that? You scared the crap out of us.

I blacked out for a lot of it, but I don't...

I don't know, it overwhelmed me.

I... I couldn't control it.

Let's get him up. Come on. Come on.

(DEAN GROANS)

There you go.

- We gotta find that witch. - Yeah.

What can I do to help?

No, no. You just, uh, sit there, take a breather.

Try and put yourself back together.

Okay. I'll do my best.

(GROANS)

It's difficult with these voices.

Now there are voices?

Are these voices telling you to hurt someone?

No, guys, I'm hearing Angel Radio.

It's a lot of chatter. They're...

They've been looking for me since I escaped,

As well as scouring the earth for the perp.

- It's slang for "perpetrator." - Ah.

Yeah, thank you. Um, any, any perp in particular?

Metatron. They're doubling the effort to find him,

so if we need to get hold of him, we'd better do it soon.

Yeah, before the God Squad does. All right, well, first things first.

(KEYBOARD CLACKING)

Listen to this, may be something here.

Uh, in Denver, three women were at this Café Elta,

when their waiter, for no apparent reason, stabbed and killed one.

One survived, and the third vanished

after furniture seemed to slide around by itself.

(SCOFFS) What do you think?

Uh, who's your lead on the Café Elta investigation?

(KEYBOARD CLACKING)

You look confused.

Troubled.

God did all of this after he locked me away.

I didn't know it was so much.

All for his own ego.

And no matter what he made, that doesn't excuse what he did to us.

I know.

Amara.

You must stay fixed on our purpose.

Even we cannot undo what's already done.

But as you grow and become stronger,

your true destiny will become clear to you.

I am what you are becoming.

And we are mightier than God.

(DOOR OPENS)

Not in bed yet?

Not yet. Soon.

Working on your studies. Good girl.

Learning anything interesting?

I think SO.

Hmm.

(DOOR OPENS)

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

Hey.

Hey.

Pretty bad in Heaven?

Yep. How about downstairs?

Yeah. Don't get me started.

Alarms go off?

You wouldn't believe.

I know, right? Us, too.

Something's changed.

Something's here.

It's big. Big as God. Big as Lucifer.

- They doing anything about it on your end? - (SCOFFS)

Zip. How about upstairs?

Business as usual.

You'd think there'd be an executive order.

The King's holed up doing who knows what.

After Hannah died, Heaven's pretty much been a suck sandwich.

You know who gets squeezed? It's grunts like us.

Yeah, punch a clock, you're expendable.

You know, our two operations will always butt heads. That's the setup.

(SIGHS) But this? We could be out of work.

Yeah. We get knocked out, it takes over.

Someone's gotta do something.

Someone?

Yeah. If management won't, it's up to the little guy.

(SIGHS DEEPLY) Yeah. I hear you.

Power to the people, my friend.

Well, not actually people.

You know what I mean.

(POLICE SIREN BLARING)

OFFICER 1: Sheriff's station...

Thanks.

- OFFICER 2: Agents, I've got to go. - We got it. Yeah.

Hello. (CLEARS THROAT)

So, ladies lunch goes south when a waiter who reeks of sulfur

attacks with a blade, killing one of you, while the redhead who invited you

yells something in Latin, disappears, and the furniture forms a pile.

That about right?

Uh-huh.

Any idea why a demon would wanna attack three witches?

I don't know what you're talking about.

Right. The waiter was possessed by a demon assassin who was gunning for Rowena,

since she tried to kill her son, Crowley,

who just so happens to be the King of Hell.

(SIGHS) Why do I think you're not FBI, like the police said?

Let's cut to it.

The cops say that you're so scared you don't wanna leave here.

Well, you should be.

'Cause Crowley's not only going after Rowena.

He's going after every witch that she hangs with.

- I'm no witch. - Sure you are.

And your pal Rowena, she's recruiting a new coven. Hmm?

(GRUNTING)

You can't do this, I have rights.

- And I have a fake badge. - (CLATTERING)

SAM: Look at this!

Chicken bones, hex bags.

A pentagram.

Still sticking with, uh, "not a witch"?

- (SPEAKING LATIN) - Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah.

Listen, before you finish what you're about to say,

know that we are the only thing between you and Crowley's ninjas.

But I didn't try to hurt him! I mean, I am nobody!

I'm... I'm worse than nobody.

I'm... I'm nobody's third cousin who doesn't even get invited to dinner.

Look, we don't care. We just need to know where Rowena is.

I have no idea.

But you do know how to scry, is that right?

"Scry"? What's that?

SAM: Exactly what you know it is.

A locating spell. When you witches use crystals and prisms and mirrors

to divine images of who you're trying to find.

We're trying to get our hands on Rowena, okay?

Now, with her out of the picture, Crowley has no reason to go after you.

You got it?

I don't have my crystals.

Oh.

Well,

this ought to work, huh?

I'll get the light.

(CLAUDETTE SIGHS)

(SPEAKING LATIN)

I see her.

She's packing a bag.

Amara, I have a gift for you.

Two, actually.

Is that blood?

Probably.

And...

You have to forgive me for being the tiger mom,

but it's never too soon to improve your mind with books.

Agreed, but I like the one Nanny gave me more.

Dante's Inferno in the original Italian.

Has Nanny been teaching you other things about our world?

Some. It doesn't work very well, does it?

That's God for you. Not really thought out.

The whole big-bang thing, more of a big bust.

I mean, boom! Bang!

Stars. Evolution. Taylor Swift.

I'm guessing you'd have done things differently.

I sure will. I've had a lot of time to think it through.

Any specifics that we have to look forward to?

I'm hungry.

Of course.

Goodies.

(GASPING AND GRUNTING)

(SQUEALS)

I killed her.

(SIGHS) Not quite.

The meat-suit was already dead.

It was just the soul that was inside it that was keeping it alive.

Not anymore.

Thank you, Uncle Crowley.

(SIGHS)

You're welcome.

(ROWENA GRUNTS)

Airport. And be careful with the bags. They're antiquities.

(SPEAKING LATIN)

(GRUNTS)

Just my way of giving you the finger, Mr. Winchester.

I don't suppose you're here to thank me for removing the Mark of Cain,

which, by the way, you're welcome.

Let's just take things up a notch, what do you say?

(SAM GRUNTS)

(BOTH BREATHING HEAVILY)

I'd think you'd know by now, Samuel.

- These things don't hold me long. - (SCOFFS)

They just need to hold you long enough.

Well, they do say blondes have more fun.

(READING) "To pull up information on a car, select search box,

"type in violations

"and enter license plate number, make."

(BEEPS)

WOMAN: (THROUGH LAPTOP) Fortune Nookie,

your premiere website for all your Asian girl fantasies.

(MOANING)

WOMAN: We have hundreds of lovely girls just waiting to chat with you,

twenty-four hours a day.

(SIGHS)

What could "Fortune Nookie" be?

(SHUDDERING)

(ROWE NA SPEAKING LATIN)

- Castiel. - (HUFFS)

(GROWLS)

- Don't! - (ROWENA SPEAKING LATIN)

(CASTIEL SCREAMS)

(GASPS)

(MAN GASPING)

The cafeteria is serving dead meat-suits, right?

Yes, Majesty.

No chance of soulless lunatics roaming the halls.

Did I hear someone mention dessert?

In a minute, sweetheart.

Now, what were we just chatting about?

How when God created mankind, he really screwed it up.

Language!

Is that any way for a primal force to speak?

Every time I take in a soul, I feel how much emptiness there is.

Yes.

God made a world where people have to suffer.

And then they die.

Unfortunately.

But frankly, why would they want to live in such a world?

I salute your insight, cupcake.

Yes, God's plan is hideously flawed.

But you and I together,

well, we can shape things to our own worldview.

A place where, like the dinosaur, virtue is extinct.

Where the very air that we breathe is pure evil.

Would you like that?

Would you?

You'd really be happy if everyone was evil?

Well, actually, now I come to think of it,

if everyone was dark and damned, it wouldn't be much of a challenge.

Watching a human reject the light and embrace depravity,

yes, well, that's where the gratification really is.

Never gets old.

This bemuses you?

Good. Evil.

Heaven. Hell. People.

It all seems so unimportant.

Well, I don't know that I'd say that.

I don't think you're seeing the big picture.

Meaning what exactly?

Guess what, Uncle Crowley?

I'm hungry.

- (SNAPS FINGERS) - MAN: No!

(MAN STRUGGLING)

(GRUNTS)

Mind the undergarments, Samuel. Imported, of course.

Where is it?

Where's what, dear?

The book. The Book of the Damned.

The Codex is in there, but the Book is not. So where the hell is it?

Do you take me for a fool?

Like I'd run around with those two spectacularly powerful items

anywhere in proximity!

Well, now we've got the Codex. And Charlie's code-breaking.

So the Book isn't as useful to you as it was.

Or so you hope. That's what I admire in you, Samuel.

That plucky optimism.

That plucky, stupid optimism. (CHUCKLING)

Sam, why don't you go grab Cass

so Florence Nightingale here can do her stuff?

(CHUCKLES)

Yeah.

(CHUCKLES)

(SIGHS)

You do recall our deal, eh?

First I de-spell the angel. Then I go free.

Mmm. Except for one thing.

There were no exceptions in our arrangement.

The Book. Gonna need that baby back.

The Book was never mentioned in our negotiations.

Well, now it is.

Our deal says...

Our deal says whatever I want it to say.

You're gonna play by my rules because

I have your son on speed dial.

Call him.

If I'm dead, you've got a big fat pile of nothing.

No Book. Ever.

And your friend with the bent halo?

He goes foaming-at-the-mouth mad and dies.

Your turn.

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

Your eyes.

So burdened.

What happened, precisely, when I removed the Mark?

The Book wasn't specific.

Yes, I read quite a bit of it.

What new hell has Dean Winchester unleashed upon the world?

- SAM: Dean! - Yeah?

Hey! I can't find Cass!

- What? - He's not there. He... He broke free.

He's gone.

(SIRENS WAILING IN THE DISTANCE)

So absurd, driving in circles looking for your unhinged angel.

We're not driving in circles, all right?

We're locked onto his phone's GPS. We're tracking his location.

I have no idea what you just said, but I'm sure I could do it faster.

Yeah, maybe you could, but you would have to do a spell,

which means we would have to take the cuffs off.

And we are not going to take the cuffs off.

There's no trust? Are we not a team?

BOTH: No.

(SIGHS)

You sent for me, sire?

I wanted to commend you

for how well you've stepped into your new role as nanny,

after the last one became indisposed.

"Indisposed"? She's dead.

At any rate, you seem to be cut out for this kind of work.

Amara clearly responds to you.

She looks at me like she wants to eat me.

She wants to eat everyone. Don't take it personally.

Majesty, uh, I have no experience with children. Um...

Is there nothing else I can do?

Apparently not,

seeing as you failed to assassinate my mother.

I'd hate to be disappointed twice.

I'm aware.

So, here's the thing.

Amara seems to be growing in leaps and bounds.

Not just in maturity, but in strength and confidence, too.

I don't want her to get out of hand before I'm sure of her loyalty.

I need you to stop overfeeding her.

But you said to give her whatever she wants, whenever she wants it.

Now I'm saying something different, aren't I?

Yes.

We don't want a generation of entitled, pudgy kids, do we?

No, we do not.

So, simply inform her that we're cutting back on her soul food,

that uh... It's the healthier choice.

You want me to tell her this?

(THUDDING)

You are her nanny, aren't you?

Well...

'Cause if you're not the nanny, then what are you?

I know. Roasting on a spit until the end of time.

(GULPS) I'll, uh, do my best.

Good man.

And you look wonderful in an apron.

(EXHALES)

You wouldn't think a road trip with two such strapping lads could be this tedious.

- Shall we have a wee sing-song? - BOTH: No.

I've myself to blame. I should never make deals with Winchesters,

since they seem unable to hold up their end of the bargain.

Meaning what?

Oh, just that thing between Sam, Crowley and myself.

What? What's she talking about?

Oh, surely, you knew Sam made a deal with me to kill my son

if I removed the Mark of Cain from your arm.

(CHUCKLES) Well? Is the Mark gone? Yes.

Is Crowley dead? No.

Mmm. Oh!

You didn't know?

He didn't know?

Look, I was gonna tell you, obviously,

but nothing ever came of it, sol, I figured there was no point, you know?

No point, huh?

ROWENA: (STUTTERS) I mean, I see what Dean's saying.

Your wee pal Castiel wouldn't be in this pickle if you'd done what you promised.

I would have had no reason to cast the Attack Dog spell

if Crowley were already dead.

Excellent point.

It's not my point. Sam knows my point.

Keyword, "secrets."

Ah, well,

I'm just glad I got the conversation flowing.

Family relations are a specialty of mine.

- Did he stop? - Hey. Yeah, he stopped.

And he's close.

(BEEPING)

(RATTLING)

(SCREAMS)

- DEAN: Come on. - (SCOFFS)

All right, he's gotta be around here somewhere, so I'll head up the street.

You guys head the other way.

Are you joking? I'm in heels.

(ROWENA SIGHS)

(WOMAN PANTING)

(GRUNTS)

- (THUDDING) - (GASPS)

(LOUD THUDDING)

(DOOR OPENS)

(PANTING)

(RATTLING)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

(GROWLS SOFTLY)

(GRUNTS)

- Hey. - Get a life.

- Hi! I did. - (CLATTERING)

(CLATTERING)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(LOUD CLANKING)

(SCREAMS)

(CHOKING)

(CASTIEL GROWLING)

(GAGGING)

Cass! Cass! Don't do this.

Okay, this isn't you. It's the spell. You can beat this.

- Cass. Let her go. - (GROANING SOFTLY)

- (WOMAN GASPING) - Go! go! go!

Hey. Okay, okay.

It's gonna be okay, buddy, all right?

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(ROWE NA SPEAKING LATIN)

(DEAN GROAN S)

Do I need to remind you these are witch-killing bullets?

Finish it!

Yes, yes, all right.

(SPEAKING LATIN)

(GROANING)

(GRUNTING LOUDLY)

Cass?

Cass? Cass.

Hey.

Come on. Come on. (GROANS)

Hey.

(SPEAKING LATIN)

(GRUNTING)

(SPEAKING LATIN)

I'm sure you had every intention of honoring our deal,

but why take chances?

(SIGHS)

Hey.

You should keep applying that.

Thanks, Morn. Why don't you just keep the beers coming?

- (CHUCKLES) - Dean, I... There aren't words...

You're right. There aren't words, Cass, 'cause there's no need.

You were under a spell, it's fine.

Yeah, but you had Rowena. Because of me, you...

You know, Cass...

We've got the Codex. That's a start.

You know, it'll slow Rowena down some.

If we'd killed her, the Book of the Damned would've been lost.

Besides, we got bigger fish to fry.

The Darkness. What does she want?

Well, the big question is, where the hell is she?

(GROANS)

Dean, I can fix that.

No, no, no. No, no, it's fine, Cass.

Besides, I had it coming.

(READING) "...hereby command and decree... Blah, blah, blah.

"Hung up to all eternity... Entrai removed..."

(DOOR CREAKS)

Amara?

I'm hungry.

Of course, poppet.

But tell you what, maybe we should have a chat first.

I said, "I'm hungry."

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