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(YELLING)

- Lucifer is gone.
- To where?

- I don't know.
- Lucifer's running.

- Cause he's weak.
- Hell will never follow you.

You gave me what I needed most.
I wanna do the same for you.

Mom?

Toni Bevell, Men of Letters,
London Chapterhouse.

- Where's Dean?
- Dead.

Put the gun down.

TONY: I need you to give me names.

And locations and everything else.

Screw you.

Are you really gonna make me do this?

(SCREAMS)

(GRUNTS)

You know what they say.
Good things come to those...

Thanks, Mom.

We stop trying to break his body.
We break his mind.

Maybe you're not
as good at your job as you think.

(GRUNTS)

No!

No!

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Wow.

Isn't this much more pleasant, Sam?

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

I gotta say, I did not see that happening.

(CHUCKLES)

Well, you know what they say.
"Opposites attract."

Oh, we'll get there, Sam.

Just another couple of questions.

Hmm.

Fascinating. But surely, you exaggerate.

American hunters
can't be as bad as you say.

Yeah, yeah, they can.

- What, they're not, in the UK?
- No.

No, they work for us. Tools.

They kill. They don't think.

Huh.

Who recruited you and your brother?

And to whom do you report?

(CHUCKLES)

We, uh...

We're not just
gonna talk all night, right?

I haven't found anything
on these surveillance cameras.

I mean, it's like they just disappeared.

How about you? Any of the local beat cops
see anybody that shouldn't be there?

It's pretty rural.
Not a lot of "beat cops."

I've checked all the motels,
abandoned buildings.

- There's no sign of Sam.
- All right.

I don't know, you know,
check real estate offices.

See if anybody bought a place,
or rented a place.

I mean, these people had a freakin' plane.
Maybe they do things legit.

Okay. I understand.

- I'll call you in the morning.
- Oh, Cass, hey.

So, here's the thing.

It's been kinda weird here,
with, you know...

Mom being back. It's like we
don't know how to act around each other.

So, we just kinda
make this small talk and act normal.

But, it's so not normal.

I'm... I'm not sure.

- What... What has she said to you?
- DEAN: Well, nothing.

I mean, that... That's the whole point.

Okay, well, what have you said to her?

Well, nothing.
I don't know what to say to her, you know.

It's... It's like it's all just too much.

And I don't want to overwhelm her.

Don't make things needlessly complicated
as you humans tend to do.

- I'll call you.
- Yeah.

Great. That's helpful. Thanks.

Any news on Sam?

Um... So, somewhere outside here.

Somewhere outside of Aldrich, Missouri.

Cass is goin' through it
with a fine-toothed comb.

And I've cracked every database I could.

Every what?

Right.

No Internet your first time around.

Our house didn't have
an electric typewriter.

So, are you really
afraid of overwhelming me?

Mom, look, I am...

Thrilled that you're back.

I mean, I am so damn happy
I can't even stand it.

I just...
It's just gonna take me a second...

- To catch up, you know.
- Yeah. No, no.

Look, take... Take all the time you need.
All right?

It's... It is what it is.

And when we do find Sam...

How am I gonna face him?

What do you mean?

That yellow-eyed thing would never
have come for him that night, if I...

(SIGHS)

I started all of this.

It's just surprising that,
for all your efforts,

yours and all the hunters,
monsters remain rampant in this country.

Yeah. We just, uh...
Just keep plugging away, I guess.

Do you ever think...
And don't take this the wrong way.

That some of your soldiers may
have been compromised or bought?

I mean...

No, I don't, um...

Is everything all right?

TONI: (ECHOING) Is everything all right?

SAM: No!
TONY. Is everything all right?

Is everything all right?

- Is everything all right?
- No.

No!

I shouldn't...
I shouldn't be talking to you.

(INHALES SHARPLY)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

You'll have to admit,
it was fun while it lasted.

(PANTING)

What did you do to me?

An hallucination.

Created by potion and powerful spell work.

So, was it good for you?

(SCOFFS)

Hmm.

Sadly, I can't do the spell again.
Your brain would liquefy.

Which we don't want. Yet.

So...

I'll have to resort to
less pleasant methods.

Enhanced interrogation was
never part of my job description.

But, as it turns out...

I'm a quick study.

(BLADE SWISHES)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

How'd you sleep?

I had dreams all night.

Good dreams?

Stuff I'd forgotten about.
Funny stuff your dad did.

He was a great father.

(PHONE RINGING)

Hey, Cass. What do you got?

I think I may have found Sam's location.

It's a farm. It appears empty.

But it was rented two weeks ago
to a woman with an English accent.

Did you have you had a look inside?

No. No, it's... It's powerfully warded.

"Powerfully warded."

Okay. See, buddy,
that was your headline right there.

Are we still discussing the same thing?

- Where are you?
- CASTIEL: I'll text you the address.

Okay. Got it. I'm on my way.

I'll get my coat.

Wait. Uh... Oh.

Okay.

Why don't I take this one solo, okay?

We just... We don't know
what we're walking into here.

We never know. We're hunters.

Right. Um, okay.

I... I can't do my job
if I'm worried about you.

Dean?

You won't have to be. I can handle myself.

Okay? All right. Good talk.

Oh, boy...

(GASPING)

Good morning, Sam.
Let's start again, shall we?

Take our time. I've cleared my calendar.

I would like...

Names and locations of every hunter.

The passcodes to each and every
Men of Letters database held in the bunker

and then... Well, yes.

Let's do discuss your relationship
with the demon Ruby.

(PHONE RINGING)

- Mick?
- You've been a bad girl, Toni.

And I've come to fetch ya.

I have Sam Winchester.
He's close to breaking.

- Just leave me be.
- MICK: No can do.

You disobeyed orders.

Oh, and you should know.
Your Ms. Watt... Quite dead.

Courtesy of Dean Winchester and friends.

ROWENA: Sent me to
the grandest boardin' schools, but...

I was a wee imp
and ran away for a life in the arts.

Mother didn't speak to me,
until I became a star.

A star?

Of?

Uh, do you follow the Royal Ballet?

Not a bit.

(CHUCKLES)

The Royal Ballet.

You know, it reminds me a lot of my story.

I left school to work in a steel mill.

I rose up through the ranks
and now I own half a dozen.

(GASPS) You're not serious?

CROWLEY: More wine, Madam?

You're like a boil that keeps comin' back,
no matter how many times I have it lanced.

Let me guess.

Your dinner date is loaded, single
and possibly in delicate health.

- What of it?
- Well, just a stab.

But, you probably don't want me to reveal

that his snookums is
300 years old and a witch.

Fergus, the man treats me like a queen.

It's my chance to leave behind monsters
and demons and moldy hideouts.

So help me, if you muck this up...

Oh, I wouldn't dream of it, Mummy.

If you do me one tiny favor...

Help me with Lucifer.

Lucifer?

I have a score to settle.

- (MUSIC PLAYING)
- (CROWD CHEERING)

EMCEE: Let's hear it for Vince Vincente
and the rest of the band.

See you next time around.

- Good night, Cleveland!
- (WHOOPING)

FEMALE FAN: I love you guys.

Good night, Cleveland. We love you!

Hey, Vinnie, we're hittin'
the town tonight. Come with us.

Check out the wonders of Cleveland.

Yeah, I'm... I'm good. Thanks.

- MAN: Tommy. Tommy, come on.
- Yeah.

TOMMY:
Hey, I'll catch up with you guys later.

Dude, you...
You gotta start living your life, man.

You perform, you drink, you sleep,
perform, drink...

I get it.

I get it.

Look, Vince.

It's been years since Jen died.

All I mean, brother, is...

Don't you think she'd want more for you
than just...

Get outta here, Tommy.

Go see Cleveland.

(SIGHS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

(ELECTRICITY CRACKLING)

(GASPS)

Can't believe I let you talk me into this.

I'm your mother,
you have to do what I say.

Look, they targeted the bunker.

They obviously
know a lot about you and Sam.

They'll be expecting you.
I'm the last person they'd expect.

You were good at this, weren't you?

Very.

The thing is, hunters...

No matter how good they are,
they all end up the same way.

You know, when you died, it changed Dad.

I mean, he was hellbent
on finding out what happened.

The hunter life, it just took him over.

I guess I was the same.

But, Sammy... Sammy... He was different.
He wanted out.

You know, he went to school.
He went to Stanford.

Sam had a chance to get out?
And he came back?

When Dad disappeared...

Sam and I looked around
and something became very clear.

That the only thing we had in the world,
the only thing,

aside from this car, was each other.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

(EXHALES)

(SCREAMS)

(EXHALES)

(ELECTRICITY CRACKLING)

(THUNDER RUMBLES)

JENNIFER: Vince. Vince.

Hello, front desk. Hello?

JENNIFER: Vince.

Vince.

(PANTING)

- Vince.
- (GASPS)

Vince.

No.

- Jen?
- Yes, Vince.

How? Why?

I needed to say I'm sorry.

Swallowing those pills was selfish.

I've had to live all these years
knowing how I treated you.

At the time, leaving you seemed fair,
since you left me so many times.

All I want is you.

That can happen, Vince.

- What can happen?
- You and me.

- Together.
- Are you a ghost?

No. I'm an angel.

Those are real?

Real and very powerful, Vince.

I can take away your pain.

Bring you peace.

You only have to do one easy thing.

What?

Will you invite me in?

(SOBBING) Yes.

(CHANTING)

What's the bloody hold-up?

He's the one and only Satan
in the phone book.

It's witchcraft, not Google Maps.

And normally, I'd have a piece of hair
or a belonging to lock onto.

You don't even know what he looks like!

He has an aura. Supreme evil.

Lock onto that.
Do I have to do everything?

I can't believe I'm once again
down in some dank hole

seeking the Devil. When does it end?

It's exactly why
I'm retiring to Boca Raton.

- With Ben.
- "Ben?"

Who makes oatmeal look fascinating.

He's successful, stable
and I'll outlive him.

- CROWLEY: Lucifer?
- I think so.

Yes. I'll give you the location.

No, no, no. Not now.

I just want to know
who we're dealing with before we attack.

By "we," I presume you mean
the Winchesters and their pet angel.

I don't need them. Just you.

Look, it's obvious.
Got to put Lucifer back in the cage.

You're the only one that can do it.

(SIGHS) I should've known.

No, Fergus. I'll not be involved
in that nonsense again!

Maybe I should tell Ben about you.

Maybe just kill him.

Either way, it's bye-bye Boca.

You are a hateful snake.

In any case, Lucifer can't be sent back
to the Cage while he's in a vessel.

He won't be.

Not by the time we're ready.

(VEHICLE APPROACHING)

Where's all this warding you mentioned?

It's cloaked. It's very powerful.

You brought your mother?

Hello, Castiel.

Yes, he did.

You sure there's anyone's inside?

No. The agent said the lease
was handled long-distance.

But, someone warded the house.

I'm gonna go have a closer look.

Mom, I got this.

You can keep me from driving, Dean.
Not from hunting.

I'm locked out by the warding.
I could use the company.

Thanks.

Dude, it's noon. Let me in.

Whoa.

Look at you.

Pretty dressed up for a rehearsal,
don't you think?

Rehearsal?

Brother, are you okay?

Yeah, I just can't make it to rehearsal.

(CHUCKLES) Yeah, you got better plans.

I do.

Vince, I'm serious.

- So am I.
- All right.

Look, stop screwing around.

(GRUNTS)

I said I had plans.

(DISTANT THUD)

Son of a bitch.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Screw yourself.

Dean.

I'm as happy to see him as you are.

'Cause, while you may be able to withstand

my snapping apart your body,
joint by joint,

can you watch it happen to Dean?

They told me you'd be here. Really?

Get off my furniture, squatter.

Lucifer.

Wearing Vince Vincente, second-tier star.

I would have thought
Bieber was more your style.

You're either mad or dim.

CROWLEY: I have a proposal.

I mean, why in hell

would you want to rule over
a motley, witless crew of demons?

God's on sabbatical, again.

You could reclaim Heaven.

Now, that's real estate
that's worth ruling.

I can handle the branch office.

Hmm.

Or...

I could raise my hand,
smite you into oblivion.

(ROWENA CHANTING)

Problem?

Mummy's little paralyzing spell.
Trust me, it works.

Trust me. Not for long.

Holy water?

CROWLEY: Yeah.

Ooh. Ouch.

Don't bore me.

No, actually,
it's top-shelf sulfuric acid.

Harmless to you, I know.

But to your vessel? Not so much.

(LUCIFER SCREAMS)

(DEAN GROANS)

Passcodes, Sam?

Not yet?

- Anything to add?
- No, no.

I just came by for some tea and a beating.

Really?

See, I thought you might be on
for a little chat about your mate.

Benjamin Lafitte.

Oh, sorry. You called him Benny.

You know, the vampire

whom you released from purgatory
and befriended.

I see.

Well, the English are nothing
if not patient.

(SIGHS)

(SCREAMING IN PAIN)

Now!

His essence... Send it back to the Cage.

- (CHANTING)
- (CONTINUES YELLING)

Mother?

CROWLEY: It's not working.

(CONTINUES CHANTING)

Bad bet, Crowley.

Seriously?

You spoil that boy.

Dean?

Hey.

I thought you were dead.

I'm not sure that I'm not.

So?

I'll tell you.
I'll tell you everything, okay?

First off, who's Angry Spice?

She... She's... She's Men of Letters.

- At the British Men of Letters.
- Is that a thing?

Well, what the hell?
Aren't we supposed to be on the same team?

(DOOR OPENS)

- Oh, God.
- TONI: Gentlemen-

So, to recap...

You live in the Men of Letters bunker.

Awash in the world's greatest collection
of occult knowledge

and yet, you know nothing.

Right. (CHUCKLES)

What a waste.

It seems you apes
have never read a single book.

The Men of Letters has a long tradition
of intellectual excellence.

In London,
we've undertaken exhaustive studies

of even the most arcane topics.

For example, parts of the body
most sensitive to intense pain.

The eardrum.

Decaying tooth.

Below the belt, of course.
And my favorite.

Under the eyelid.

Did you know it's possible
to die from pain?

(GUN CLICKS)

Get away from my boys.

- Mom?
- Yeah.

Drop it.

Ground.

That's the ground.

(ALL GRUNTING)

Oh, crap.

(GRUNTS)

(TONI GROANS)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(GUNSHOT)

(CHOKING)

Kill the spell now.

I'm not kidding.

Shoot me and your mother has no chance.

The gun.

Dean!

DEAN: It's okay.

She's using
a Chinese mind control technique.

Hard to do when you're unconscious.

Turns out this ape did read a book or two.

MICK: Well-played.

Now, what you were told is basically true.

We were keen on
knowin' about the two of you.

Seeing as you seemed to be partially
carrying on the Men of Letters' work here.

Now that the American chapter is defunct.

So you sic your attack dog on us
to what, say hi?

Well, parts of our group suspect
some kind of malfeasance

amongst you American hunters.

No argument, Lady Bevell went too far.

I deeply apologize.

Hmm.

She'll face consequences in London.

I'll tell you what,
why don't you take a walk

and she can face those
consequences right here and now?

She's ours.

We'll take care of her.

Now, I'm here to extend an olive branch.

- We want to work with you...
- Let me ask you a question.

Mick, is it?

Why would we believe any of this?

Lads, if I wasn't sincere,

if I meant you harm, there's a dozen ways
I could've come in here

and taken you all prisoner,
instead of being unarmed.

Not to mention, I powered down
all the wardings in this shack

so your attack dog could come in.

I reckon he could finish me off
without breakin' a sweat, am I right?

I don't sweat under any circumstances.

(SIGHS) My number.

Take your time. Cool down.
And just think it over.

And what have you got to lose,
except your worst nightmares?

Oh, that was fantastic. Thank you, Mom.

All I did was point to some stuff
on a take-out menu.

I would've cooked, but I don't.

Well, then, wait.

Your meatloaf was amazing.

Came from the Piggly Wiggly.
Sorry to burst your bubble.

But, do you still like pie?

(CHUCKLES) I mean...

Sam, you keep looking at me
like I'm going to explode.

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

I'm sorry.

But, what do we think? Are we buying that
Brit's whole "let's be friends" routine?

- No. No way.
- No.

Could you eat that any faster?

No. No, I could not.

Well, we should call the Internet

and find out as much as we can
about these people.

Did I say that right?

- So close.
- Yeah, it was close.

- You want any?
- SAM: No, not now.

(MOANING)

You know, I gotta say, Rowena,

I took one look at you,

and all I wanted was to
snap your miserable neck again.

And keep it snapped this time.

But I think I've decided against it.

You won't regret it, sir.

I am done with all this.

I'll stay far, far away,

sipping martinis with Republicans
at my tennis club.

(CHUCKLES)

You're missing my point.

A witch as gifted as yourself,

with access to
The Book of the Damned, to boot,

would be much more valuable
as a prisoner.

What?

How's that saying go?

Mmm. "Friends close..."

"Enemies closer."

No. No...

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

Yes?

- Hey.
- Hi.

Sorry. I hope I didn't wake you up.
I, uh...

I wanted to bring you this.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

I don't know if you drink tea, but...

- I do.
- Good.

And I wanted to say, um...

If you ever want to talk,

I know what it's like to come back
and not feel like you really fit.

I just have so much
about you boys to catch up on.

Mother stuff, you know.

First tooth.

First crush.

Yeah.

I just have a lot of blanks to fill in.

Right. Uh...

Dad's journal.

His writing. His words.
Helped me fill in some blanks.

Answer some questions
I didn't know I had.

And, you know, it keeps him with us.
Sort of.

Thank you.

Good night.

Dean said you got out of hunting.

Yeah.

And yet, here you are.

Well, this is my family.
(CHUCKLES)

And my family hunts, you know.
It's what we do.

Mom?

For me,

just, um,

having you here

fills in the biggest blank.

I will not get on that plane.

Yes, you will.

Your mission was
to identify American hunters

and gain their trust.

That's what the home office wants.

Honey, not vinegar.

I have a dossier
and I am just getting started.

They've also had
their fair share of successes.

If our goal is to
end the supernatural threat here,

we need to destroy every obstacle.

The Winchesters, these American hunters,

they're no better than
the monsters they fail to control.

They need to be eliminated.

Mick?

If push comes to shove, your ladyship,

I'm prepared for that.

You'll get your hands dirty?

Well, we have Mr. Ketch for that.

You'll send for him?

I already have.