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Can you really beat her?

- I can. - Then yes.

Dean. That's not Cass!

Cat's out.

- Lucifer. - Lucifer.

We've had a coward and a fool at the helm for too long.

I'm still your master. Did I let you out of that kennel too soon?

What treasonous thoughts do you have brewing in that little head of yours?

If you thought you could beat Amara, you'd be taking the fight to her.

- You're not strong enough. - (GROANS)

I may be a bit under-equipped.

Did you know the Nazis had a special branch devoted to archeology?

What is that, mon amour?

SAM: And they speak of a super weapon.

Yeah? What was it?

"The Hand of God."

Look, from Men of Letters to Men of Letters,

I'm fighting a war in the future.

It's not like your war, it's big. Biblical.

And I need your weapon to win.

LUCIFER: Dean's the one with the link to Amara.

Why have I been trying to spare you?

It's kicked.

Who'd have thought the Hand of God would turn out to be a one-hitter?

FEMALE COMMENTATOR: This is a barn-burner, folks!

Off the ropes! Picks him up and...

Oh, it's a back-breaker!

One, two...

COMMENTATOR: It's only a two-count.

The rookie, Shawn Harley, fails to take the Hangman down.

Ooh, a stinger to the neck.

Are you seriously drunk right now?

Just shut up and get ready.

COMMENTATOR: Ooh, and it's a stinger to the back.

He's going in!

COMMENTATOR: He takes him to the turnbuckle.

Yeah!

(CROWD BOOING)

- Oh, and we know what's coming next! - Yeah!

Give it up, baby! It's all over!

I'm gonna hang his ass!

Oh, yeah, baby!

COMMENTATOR: It's all over now, folks!

- We have lift-off! - Stop!

And Harley struggling to breathe now.

He's turning blue.

Hey, has anyone seen my rope?

What the hell? I almost died out there.

Harley, back off.

You're gonna take the wino's side? Really?

- It's not what this is... - Whatever.

You old-timers like to stick together, right?

Do us a favor.

Keep a leash on your boy.

Or he might get hurt.

(EXHALES)

Hey!

(CHOKING)

Hey. Have you seen the, uh...

Yeah, thanks. (CLEARS THROAT)

- Bottoms up. - Yeah.

What's with the bag?

Oh.

You remember Top Notch Wrestling?

Yeah. Those wrestling shows Dad took us to when we were kids.

Right. Came across an obituary last night. Larry "The Hangman" Lee died.

Oh, no. Wasn't he, uh...

He was Dad's favorite.

Every time that noose would come out, Dad would be up on his feet.

That was one of the few times I ever saw him actually happy.

Yeah, I remember that.

Anyway, the funeral's less than a day's drive.

I say we go pay our respects.

Uh...

Don't you think our plates are a little full?

I mean, it's bad out there, Dean.

Yeah, Sam, you think I don't know that?

We've done nothing but mainline lore for a week, okay?

We've got jack on another Hand of God and Amara,

and we've got even less jack on how to save Cass.

Yeah, if he wants to be saved.

He does. Even if he doesn't know it yet.

- Dean... - I’m burnt, man, okay?

And I need... We need to get out of here.

Let's go stretch our legs.

Oh, good.

Yes!

Remember ABC.

- Always Be Closing. - (ALL REPEATING)

The sooner you little storm clouds find me another Hand of God,

the happier I will be.

You want me to be happy, don't you, doll face?

(GIGGLES)

Of course, my Lord.

Good answer.

All right. You're gonna look high, look low, far and wide.

Search every warehouse, every farmhouse, every henhouse, outhouse and doghouse.

What about you, little puppy?

You have something to add?

Nothing, Master.

(GROANS)

Really?

I would tell you. I swear.

I believe you.

May I return to my task?

Oh. Of course.

Uh-uh.

Just one minor tweak.

Use your tongue.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Dude, check it out.

- That's "The Scream" Casey Lyons. - Oh, yeah.

There's "Wrecking Ball" Calhoon. Wow.

The Brooklyn Beast.

What happened to 'em?

I mean, they're all broken.

Dude, dude. Gunnar-freaking-Lawless.

(SCOFFS)

- Groupie much? - Shut up.

Should I go say hi? I should go say hi. I'm gonna go say hi.

I...

GUNNAR: I know it's hard.

All right, take care.

Hi, sir. I, uh, saw you standing over here,

and told my brother that I should come over and say hi.

So I came over and, uh...

Hi. (CHUCKLES)

Gunnar Lawless.

Oh, I know. Man, I got to tell you,

I worshipped you growing up.

Thanks. I plan on keeping that hand.

Oh, sorry.

Uh, you know, when I was 10, I got my first B&E,

borrowing some family's pay-per-view

so that I could watch the cage match between you and The Tower of Power.

I'm not sure how I feel about contributing to your juvenile delinquency,

but appreciate it all the same.

Yeah. You were robbed, by the way.

Bet your ass I was.

(WHISPERS) Oh, yes.

Hey.

You're Rio.

You used to manage "Superbomb" Sanchez, right?

That was a long time ago.

Well, yeah, but you...

You look great.

Sorry, uh, wrong place.

It's just, you were my first crush.

You weren't one of those guys that had my poster above his bed, were you?

What? (CHUCKLES) No.

Are you still managing?

Oh, no, I call some matches sometimes,

but I'm mostly behind the curtain, you know.

Booking the shows and taking care of the guys.

Yeah. Must be hard to see one go.

Yeah.

Well, we spent a lot of time on the road together.

We're like family.

And, lately, I have seen too many of my boys be put in the dirt.

I knew Hangman for 25 years. (SIGHS)

He was a good man. Great family.

I just can't believe he would do this.

Do what?

Kill himself.

Wait, that wasn't in the obituary.

Uh, the family didn't want that advertised, so...

Speaking of which, if you'll excuse me.

Poor son of a bitch.

Yeah.

You know, uh, word is...

Yeah, I heard.

They're gonna have a memorial show tonight.

I mean, I know you're itching to get back, but, uh...

We should go to it.

- Really? - Why not?

World's still gonna be screwed tomorrow, right?

Yeah.

RIO: The Brooklyn Beast returns against Rush in an epic...

All right.

...Iron Man match-up!

Let me hear you make some noise.

Are you ready?

(ALL CHEERING)

You know, I remember the Top Notch shows being grander. You know, top-notch.

Yeah. Well, you drink enough, it'll be just like old times.

(EXHALES)

Rio? You dog.

Oh, shut up. Dude, we met at the wake. She's nice.

You tell her you used to have a poster of her over your bed when you were a kid?

- No. - Yeah.

Get this. A guy at the wake told me they're only making 25 bucks tonight.

- That's it? - Yeah.

Well, that hardly seems worth it.

You think about that, town after town, putting your ass on the line

for next to nothing?

No money, no glory.

Well...

You realize you just literally described our jobs?

Ooh, excuse me, fellas.

- It's all right. - It's all right.

- This is gonna be great. - Yeah.

Got to love some rasslin', am I right?

Yeah.

Beer's cheap, kid's entertained. (WHISPERS) Parenting.

Remember, don't tell Mom any of that.

Yeah, now that brings me back.

You want to not try and ruin one of the nicest things

Dad ever did for us, please? Thank you.

- Yeah! - Yeah!

Put your hands together for Hellrazor!

(ALL CHEERING)

Almost showtime.

Got a little something for you.

(EXHALES)

RIO: And now,

ladies and gentlemen, put your hands together for Gunnar Lawless.

- (ALL YELLING) - Yeah!

Yeah!

Yeah. Oh, yeah!

(LAUGHS)

Right, right!

Hey, get up, show some respect.

Who's getting it? Who's getting it, huh?

Who's got this?

Remember, when he takes a glove off and gives it to some kid before the match?

Whoo!

- Yeah! Yeah, yeah, yeah! - Come on! Over here!

Cool!

(GUNNAR LAUGHING)

Maybe next time.

It's all right, I'm not a child. It's fine.

(BELL DINGS)

RIO: Cross kick right in the face.

Lawless up on the ropes now.

(YELLS)

- (GROANS) - BOTH: om

BOTH: Oh. Oh. Oh.

- Get up! Get up, Gunnar! - DEAN: Come on, man.

SAM: You can do it, Gunnar.

Get up, buddy!

MAN: This one's out of the cage!

ALL: Oh!

Hey, referee, the match!

Come on. Open your eyes.

Come on, man.

- (GRUNTS) - (GROANS)

Get out of it!

Gunnar!

ALL: (CHANTING) Go! Go! Go!

(ALL CHEERING)

- Yeah! - WRESTLER: Here we go.

(GRUNTING)

Come on, let's do this!

Up and over! Up and over!

(GROANS)

One, two, three!

- (BELL DINGS) - (ALL CHEERING)

Oh, yeah! Yes!

I got to drain the dragon. Be good.

RIO: Oh, but it's all over now, folks.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(GROANS)

(GROANS) Yes, yes, yes.

(GROANING)

All right, you guys are good.

Hey, buddy. Try to keep your head up, okay?

Thank you.

Come on. Let's go.

- Poor kid. - SAM: Yeah.

What'd they say?

You're not gonna believe this.

The body was marked.

Wow. By what?

What, he get in a tickle-fight with Edward Scissorhands?

Dude.

Look, the cuts look deliberate, you know, ritualistic.

What, you think this is a case?

You think it's not?

Okay, what're you thinking?

I don't know. A witch maybe?

You know, I'll head back to the motel, look into the symbol.

I'll stay here, shake some trees.

Hello?

FBI. I got some questions.

Bueller?

(CROWD CHEERING)

(ENTRANCE MUSIC PLAYING)

Whoo!

Oh, yeah!

(RECORD SCRATCH ES)

Nice moves.

(CHUCKLES) Yes.

- Are you all right? - Yeah, good.

Oh.

Uh...

Agent Roussimoff, FBI.

You were at the wake, weren't you?

I was, yeah.

And then the body dropped and back on the clock.

Did you know the deceased?

I'm... I sold him some tickets. He had a kid, right?

Yeah.

(SIGHS) Wow.

Maybe my boys are right.

Maybe we really are cursed.

Cursed?

Back in Shreveport, our first stop on the tour,

a maintenance guy found a body stashed in a dumpster

behind the VFW. And now this.

(SIGHS)

Could I get a list of your whole crew?

Uh, wrestlers, roadies. Anybody that you roll with.

We use locals for all the setups and concessions.

I can only afford to travel my boys.

And where would they be right now?

Try the nearest bar. I know that's where I'll be.

Okay. Thanks.

Hmm.

- (SPINE CRACKING) - Yeah.

SIMMONS: We don't have much time. I'm getting you out of here.

Now.

I can't leave.

You can. You still have friends, people who want you back,

who want Lucifer gone.

I don't know what he's done to you, I can't imagine,

but you're not a slave, a dog.

You're Crowley.

And the devil should be afraid of you.

- (MUSIC PLAYING) - (INDISTINCT CHATTER)

WOMAN: Whoo! (LAUGHING)

(LAUGHS)

Hey.

Hey.

Dean, right?

Yeah.

Enjoy the show?

Show was great. Yeah, you were great.

After the show, not so much, but...

Yeah, I heard. It's a damn shame.

Yeah.

(EXHALES)

That's, uh... (CLEARS THROAT) Kind of why I'm here.

Uh...

Kind of buried the lead on that one, huh?

(LAUGHS) Yeah. Thanks.

WOMAN: You're welcome.

I hear this isn't the first murder at a Top Notch show.

It's a rough crowd, inside the ring and out.

Yeah.

'92.

I'm leaving the ring, and some damn reprobate goes at me

with a broken beer bottle.

Well, couple of years ago

a perp got the drop on me,

decided to take a chunk of my leg as a keepsake.

See this right here?

Far as I can bend these.

Thanks to good old Jonah Rancid

and all 400 pounds of him just dropping down on me.

- (CHUCKLES) - Wow.

Yeah. But you're still out there. Still doing it.

(SIGHS) I've been beat up, spit on, stabbed, roughed up,

but I will be damned if I didn't always get back up.

One thing I learned?

You got to keep on grinding no matter what's thrown your way.

Damn, you're awesome. (CHUCKLES)

Tell that to my ex-wives.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

(CLEARS THROAT)

Yeah, give me a sec.

(He)', what you got?

A lot, actually.

Uh, so every stop on the Top Notch tour, somebody turned up dead.

It didn't all happen at the venue, and most of them look like accidents,

but they all had the symbol.

Hangman, too.

I thought he killed himself.

Yeah, well, that's what Rio said,

but the cops are treating it like an open case.

They're thinking, and I quote, "It's some kind of weird, Satanic crap."

- Awesome. - Yeah, it gets better.

That symbol? Ancient Sumerian said to have the power to "pluck the spark of life."

And that means?

Souls, maybe?

So we're talking demon?

It's worth checking out.

Well, Rio says that they use locals to set up, so...

So it's got to be one of the wrestlers.

Maybe. All right, just get here.

What're you gonna do?

- I'm working on it. - (BEEPS)

Yo, sweetheart, hit me again!

(GLASS THUDS)

Hey, Harley. Go easy. I think you had enough.

Screw off.

Just trying to help.

Like you helped me in Fort Worth?

What? You think I don't know you got me kicked off the card?

You wouldn’t job to Crazy D, and I couldn't abide by that.

Yeah.

I think you just can't stand the thought of me stealing your thunder.

Kid, I got no worries about that.

(CHUCKLES)

- (GRUNTS) - (ALL GASP)

All right. That's enough!

Get up, old man! Or do you need your go-juice?

What?

That's right. I saw him and his dealer.

Your golden boy's a freaking junkie.

- He's lying. - Like hell!

All right, all right. Harley, we got two days till Memphis.

Sleep it off.

Gunnar, I'll talk to you about this tomorrow.

(SIGHS)

Go.

Hey.

- Hey. - You okay?

Yeah, yeah.

I've been hit harder by guys a lot tougher.

Yeah.

Why, uh... Why didn't you fight back?

(EXHALES) I got nothing to prove.

Hey. You okay, boss?

Yeah, yeah. It's just another day, huh?

(CHUCKLES)

Well, hey, here's, uh...

Here's to being the bigger man, right?

Mmm. Obliged.

(EXHALES)

We're gonna need more shots.

A lot more.

This way.

I wasn't...

She made me.

(GRUNTING)

- (CRACKLING) - (GROANS)

- (CRACKLING) - (GROANS)

- How did you... - I'm Crowley.

(GROANING)

SAM: Dean?

- Dean! - Mmm.

Hey!

(MUTTERING)

Dude, you okay?

Yeah.

(GROANS)

What happened?

(EXHALES)

Mostly tequila. Cut with holy water.

I bought drinks for all the wrestlers, and then, you know, they were like,

"Well, you got to drink, too."

Man, they can drink.

Especially Rio. Oh...

I think I heard my liver screaming at me.

So, did anyone react?

No.

And you got them all?

Uh, except Harley.

The ultimate douchebag bailed before I could get to him.

Why's it so bright in here?

- All right. Let's go find him. - Okay.

- Dude! - Coming.

Harley!

Harley!

DEAN: That's not good.

Uh, you think?

My Lord.

That's better.

Now let's go find the ace up my sleeve.

(SENSOR WHIRRING)

Hey, check this out. Come here.

- Got something? - Yeah, yeah. Uh, security cam footage.

All right, let's see if we got anything.

Um, so this is 1:07 a.m. Harley heads to his room...

Um...

- Who's... - No idea.

But, in there for a few minutes and that's Harley.

Wow. Looks knocked out.

Yeah.

Now, let's see.

Lawless?

If Harley is a demon, then how did Gunnar get the drop on him?

Let's find him and ask him.

Hey! Help!

Dude, what the hell is going on?

Look, I know I've been a dick, but I'm sorry, okay?

I took a shot at you, it was a cheap shot, it was... It was a cheap-ass shot.

And I just...

Just don't hurt me. Please?

It's not my call.

Hello, Shawn.

I'm your new best friend.

Okay, traffic cameras show the truck heading north on Wilson,

past 1st and 2nd,

but it never got to 3rd.

- Wait a second, that's by the... - Yeah.

You want my what?

Forget what I want, what do you want?

Money? Women? Glory?

A big, shiny belt?

Say the word, and it's yours.

'Cause you're a demon?

Businessman.

- Dude, what the hell is... - Eyes on me, champ.

Think about it.

No more crappy motels, Podunk towns.

You'll have the life you always wanted.

Gumdrops and G-strings, as far as the eye can see.

And all I ask in return is...

My soul.

And your service.

See, I might occasionally ask you to do me a teeny, tiny little favor.

What kind of favor?

The kill somebody kind.

Why me?

Because I like you. You're brash, driven and hungry.

I'm looking for new franchisees.

Why have one when I can have two?

You did this?

Gunnar's what I like to call a satisfied customer.

So do we have a deal?

No.

Look, man, I've never been much for God or whatever.

Sort of just thought that when your curtain came down, that was it.

Night, night.

But if you're a demon, that means there's a Hell,

and if there's a Hell, there is a Heaven.

And I'm not giving up my shot at paradise for a belt I can win on my own.

That so?

You're talented, Shawn.

But the human body, it's just so fragile.

One injury, one wrong step.

Like, say, if somebody severed your Achilles tendon.

Poof, you're done.

Duke, no.

(SCREAMING)

You're up.

He's just a kid.

Do it.

SIMMONS: What is this?

My personal lockup.

Keepsakes, mementos.

Things I'd prefer the rabble not to get their grubby hands on.

Is that you?

Oh, the good old days.

Why are we here?

For this.

The Rod of Aaron.

Created by God on the sixth day, and given to Aaron, brother of Moses.

I knew it was powerful. But I had no idea that it was a...

A Hand of God.

Can I touch it?

With all due respect, Simmons.

I don't think you can handle my rod.

LUCIFER: I bet I can.

Is it just me or is it getting a little phallic in here?

(DOOR OPENS)

Drop it!

(BOTH GROAN)

Isn't this a fun surprise.

(CHUCKLES)

You really thought you could double-cross me?

Me?

You know, I invented the double-cross?

Like, literally.

Of course, I couldn't have orchestrated all of this without

the lovely, talented Simmons here.

She, um...

She hates you, BT dubs.

Yeah, I really do.

Yeah, they all do.

Like every demon in Hell.

Can't really blame them, can you?

I mean, maybe once you were the evilest evil

that ever evil-ed, present company excluded.

But now, you're nothing but Dean Winchester's number-one fan.

DUKE: Sam and Dean,

got to admit, after all the stories,

I thought you'd be more.

Well, sorry to disappoint.

It's my fault, you get your hopes up.

You want an LA 10, but you settle for a Kansas five.

Life, right? The name's...

We don't care.

Okay, small talk over. Kill them.

- Gunnar. Gunnar, no, wait. Gunnar. Hey. - (GRUNTING)

Dean!

I knew you were hiding something.

I could see that last spark of defiance in your eyes.

And rather than beating it out of you, which is doable,

but messy,

I let you lead me here.

(SIGHS)

So I'm gonna take this

and then I'm gonna take you, and, oh, puppy,

you're not gonna like what comes next.

You looking for this?

(BOTH GRUNT)

You really think you could double-cross me? Me?

I perfected the double-cross.

Like, literally.

(LAUGHS)

Whew.

So this is what it feels like to be God.

Not bad. Tingly!

So, if this can hurt something as powerful as The Darkness,

I wonder, what could it do to you?

- No!

(GRUNTS)

Sorry, kid. I don't want to do this.

No? Then don't.

You say that like I got a choice. That guy out there? He's a...

He's a demon. I know.

And I know about Hell.

And deals, all of it.

What's he got over you?

You sold your soul, didn't you?

Ten years ago I wanted another shot at that belt.

Fifty thousand people screaming my name.

I was desperate and dumb.

But you only held the title for, like, a week.

Desperate and dumb.

Okay. Okay.

Look, you screwed up, all right?

Trust me, I've been there.

But it is never too late to do the right thing.

You really believe that?

I have to.

(CHUCKLES)

You made me bleed my own blood.

You're out of juice, huh?

(GROANS)

Bollocks.

SAM: Does Crowley know you're doing this?

Crowley's Lucifer's bitch-boy, which is why I'm doing this.

Stealing souls?

Building a nest egg.

With The Darkness out, and the devil running Hell,

well, it's kind of every demon for him-her-shimself.

So why do you need Lawless?

Well, I can't be everywhere.

When the G-man's deal came due, I gave him a choice.

End up Hellhound chow, or collect souls for me.

I'm delegating.

That's what good managers do.

Hey!

Hey yourself, handsome.

Now this, this is my favorite part.

(GROANING)

(GASPING)

Thanks.

Dean? Hey. Dean.

- Hey, you all right? - Yeah, I'm good.

(HOWLING AND BARKING)

What?

Hellhounds.

I always wondered what they sound like.

Listen, man. You, uh...

No. I've never been a good man.

I look in the mirror and I hate the face looking back at me.

No, I, uh... I got this coming.

- (BARKING) - (DOORS TREMBLE)

Go on. Get out.

(BARKING INTENSIFIES)

Now.

(LOUD BARKING)

SAM: You okay?

Not even a little bit.

Lawless was a good guy.

He didn't deserve to go out like that, you know.

Dean, you know what? He made a bad decision.

(SCOFFS) We've been there.

Yeah. Yeah, you, me, now Cass.

Dean, we'll get him back. We will. We just got to...

Keep grinding.

No matter how much it hurts, no matter how hard it gets,

you got to keep grinding.

Right.

And that's how we're gonna win.

And we're gonna win.

We're gonna save Cass, we're gonna ice the devil,

and we're gonna shank The Darkness

and anyone that gets in our way...

Well, God help them.

Damn right.

Damn right.

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