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I've been tortured by the Devil himself. What can you do to me?

(SCREAMING)

SAM: She's British. Men of Letters.

Aren't we supposed to be on the same team?

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

- (GUN CLICKS) - Get away from my boys.

- Mom? - Yeah.

(BOTH GRUNTING)

SAM: Mom? A Hunter?

- DEAN: You were good at this, weren't you? - (GRUNTING)

MARY: Very.

Hunters, no matter how good they are,

they all end up the same way.

I never wanted this for you, and Sam.

So the kid had ectoplasm leaking out of his ear?

- SAM: It's gotta be ghost possession. - (GROANS)

They get angry enough, they can take control of the person's body.

Vince, together we can heal your sister, Wendy.

You gotta put Lucifer back in the cage.

(GRUNTS AND GROANS)

You're the only one that can do this.

(SCREAMS)

Seriously?

MARY: I've heard of people coming back from the dead before.

But actually do it, after 30 years?

I just have a lot of blanks to fill in.

For me, having you here, fills in the biggest blank.

"Played out"? You're kidding? That place was great.

Another avocado toast? Please.

Yeah, but avocado toast with quail egg? Genius.

(CHUCKLES)

- How many stars you giving them? - Two.

Four.

You realize our ratings just gonna cancel each other out.

- (SCOFFS) - (CHUCKLES)

NATALIA: Should've bought here when we had the chance.

I mean, new restos, new stores...

New prices.

Neighborhood's been picked clean by flippers and condo developers.

(MUFFLED BABY CRIES)

Did you hear that?

(CRYING CONTINUES)

Yeah, it came from that house over there.

Yeah, but who'd wanna live in there?

Squatters or crackheads.

With a baby?

- (BABY CRYING LOUDLY) - Call 911.

- What? - Do it.

Okay, Okay.

WOMAN: Nine-one-one. What's your emergency?

Hi, there's a baby in distress in an abandoned house at...

(EXHALES) Nat!

Hello?

(CREAKING)

(CRYING CONTINUES)

- (GASPS) - What?

(NATALIA BREATHING HEAVILY)

Something touched my arm. I mean, something...

- We have to get out of here now. - Okay.

(CRYING CONTINUES)

(SCREAMING)

(SIGHS)

(CHUCKLES)

Castiel, what are you doing up?

Well, I'm always up. Angels don't need sleep.

Wish I had that problem.

(SIGHS) Anyway. I think I'll go try again.

- Wish me luck. - Luck.

Castiel?

After you left Heaven, when did it start to feel like...

Like you fit? Like you

belonged here?

Well, I'm still not sure I do.

Yeah.

Mary.

You do belong here.

Goodnight, Castiel.

All right, so what have you found on Her Majesty's secret suck bags?

(SIGHING) Well, I mean, I turned the bunker upside down

looking for any reference whatsoever to the British Men of Letters.

And all I found was this letter tucked into an old ledger

from the London chapterhouse.

Okay, well, that's something.

Yeah, uh, not so much.

(CHUCKLES)

Awesome.

Morning, sunshine. Want some coffee?

No. Thank you. I have to go.

- SAM: Cass? - Cass, wait up.

Hey. Wait a second. Where you off to?

- Cleveland, Ohio. - For what?

I think I may have a lead on Lucifer.

I found a police report in Cleveland,

about a man whose eyes flared a glowing red.

It could be Lucifer in a new body.

All right, yeah, that sounds like something.

- We should check it out. - No.

The Devil is free because of me, finding him is my responsibility.

But, Cass, you're gonna want some backup on this.

If it is him, I will call you.

In the meantime, I think you're needed here.

- What the hell was that about? - (CLICKS TONGUE) Mom.

What you talking about? Mom's fine.

You sure?

I heard her walking around all night last night.

I mean, don't you think she seems a bit withdrawn,

- you know? Shaky? - Of course, she's shaky.

She hasn't been on this planet since Jane Fonda was wearing legwarmers.

All she needs a little R&R, you know?

Some good family time, (CLICKS TONGUE) she'll be aces.

Yeah.

- Hey. - Hey.

- Hey, morning. - Hey.

- Ooh. - We can fry up some more.

That's probably cold by now, Mom.

It's bacon.

Wow, we are so related.

(ALL CHUCKLE)

Did you cut your hair?

I'm gonna keep it short if I'm gonna go out on a hunt, you know.

Why give the bad guys the advantage of long, pull-able hair, right?

DEAN: (LAUGHS) Wow.

I'm trying to tell Sam that for years.

Did you say, uh, "Going out on a hunt?"

I found a case.

I thought you were still struggling with even the idea of the Internet?

(SCOFFING)

I had Dean pick up some newspapers when he went into town.

Whoa, whoa, I...

You didn't tell me you were looking for a case.

I wasn't.

I just found one.

(SAM SIGHS)

Minnesota. Two dead, locked room.

Victims had put in a call about a crying baby, but the place was empty.

The only thing at the scene was their bodies.

Been five days, and the coroner still hasn't put out a cause of death.

Seemed fishy.

It's probably nothing,

I just thought I might get out there, stretch my legs.

But I thought, you weren't down to hunt in the first place.

Well, things change, right?

Family hunting trip.

Sure.

All right. Meet in the car in 10.

(SIGHS)

(DEAN CLEARS THROAT)

What about the R&R?

Well...

Look, man, Cass healed your s'mores foot, all right?

I got Baby back to mint, we're road ready.

And if Mom wants to hunt, I say we hunt.

You're gonna...

(SIGHS)

Nice bike.

(GRUNTS)

So lot of things have gone to seed since you were here,

but the variety in snack food flavors, is not one of them.

We got you Teriyaki jerky, we got your Sriracha,

and we got your chili lime, which is my personal favorite.

Let's give chili lime a whirl.

Huh?

It's good.

Artificial, kind of tingly.

That's how you know it's working.

(ENGINE STARTS)

Hey.

(STEPPENWOLF'S "BORN TO BE WILD" PLAYING OVER RADIO)

(CONTINUES PLAYING LOUDLY)

- (ENGINE ROARING) - (TIRES SQUEALING)

Look,

I been around all stripes of Vince, all right?

Drunk Vince, depressed Vince, megalomaniacal,

"I'm a Golden God" Vince.

The Vince who threw me through that door,

that wasn't him.

And it wasn't just his eyes, man.

I mean, his strength, he was,

like an MMA fighter. Hell, he was like 20.

Okay, now, if you hear from him, don't hesitate to call.

Okay, Agent Beyoncé?

I guess that makes me, Agent Jay-Z.

Agent Shirley Partridge, out of the Minneapolis field office.

These are my partners, Agent Cassidy and Agent Bonaduce.

This is a local case,

- why would the FBI be... - They're new.

Wanted their first case to have training wheels.

We wanted to have a look at the bodies.

Now, you haven't filed a report.

Has there been any problem determining the cause of death?

Problem? No. No, no, no.

I figured out the cause. Just doesn't make any damn sense.

Is this a burn?

Frostbite. Yeah.

Both victims died of acute hypothermia

in a 65-degree room.

When I opened them up, their hearts were literally,

and I mean, literally, frozen.

Wanna tell me how to present that to the public?

Or to their families?

So much for training wheels, huh?

Bumping into each other, working the same leads.

What are the odds, Cassie? Fate brought us together.

- Not interested. - Why not?

We made a somewhat effective team against Amara.

It's been months, I mean, months since we last tried to kill each other.

We both got very, very good reasons to want Lucifer dead.

Besides...

While you were gabbing with Vince's second fiddle,

I was ransacking his room.

Found these.

Postcards from his beloved sister, Wendy.

Oh, looky here, an address and everything.

Worth a look.

(DEVICE HUMMING AND BUZZING)

DEAN: You sure you got the swing of that thing?

MARY: For the third time, yes.

Dean, it's analog. I'm good.

(DEAN CHUCKLES)

Right.

(HUMMING FLUCTUATING)

(BEEPING STEADILY)

(ELECTRICITY CRACKLING)

(TURNS OFF)

(EXHALES)

SAM: Mom! Got something over here.

- MARY: Sam! - Mom!

MARY: Dean!

DEAN: Mom!

- Mom? - Sam! Dean!

(SAM GRUNTING)

Hold on, Mom, we're coming.

- Mom, get away from the door. - (GRUNTS)

(GRUNTS)

(MARY PANTING)

(MARY GROANS)

Mom, you're hurt.

Let's go. Come on. Come on.

(BABY CRYING)

Okay, ready to head out? Go knock on some doors?

- Doors? - Yeah.

Talk to the neighbors. Hit up the hall of records, work

the case.

- We still do that, right? - Sometimes.

But the Internet has made a lot of that legwork...

Obsolete.

I mean, I'm already in the Saint Paul Police Department database.

- Anything? - Yeah, a lot.

I've got police reports filed from 2004,

uh, '91, '89, '85,

'78. All deaths, all kids.

Looks like it started with this girl here. Elizabeth Moriarty.

- You got all of that from that. It's... - Yeah.

Mom.

Don't worry about it. We'll teach you how to do this.

(CLEARS THROAT)

(SIGHS)

Hello.

I'm Agent Beyoncé, and this is my, um...

My partner, Agent Z.

Um, we wanted to ask you a few questions about your brother.

Do you think that happens to Sam and Dean?

Oh, all the time.

Vinny, please call me.

I got two Federal agents asking for you.

Don't know what was with you yesterday, but you're in trouble.

How right you are, Wendy.

(RECEIVER BEEPS)

(CROWLEY SIGHS)

So...

Vince was here, yesterday.

Odd.

She's been recently healed.

CROWLEY: Is that so?

Let me guess, your brother got you up and walking again.

And how are you enjoying the use of those legs?

You know, the gift he gave you, I can take away like...

The thing that healed you?

That wasn't your brother. Something...

Something else. Something old and evil.

I think a part of you knows that.

We don't want to hurt Vince. We wanna help him.

He showed up out of the blue.

And he fixed me like a miracle.

But he did it cold, like it was nothing to him,

like he was running an errand. Barely said a word.

And then he just took off, with his groupie friend.

His "groupie friend"?

Red-headed broad. Didn't say much.

So, Vince's cabin in Sagamore Hills.

Apparently, all of his greatest records were written there.

Serpentine, Theater of Mercy...

I should have known there was something you weren't telling me.

Rowena?

So Mother and I had an unfortunate,

if not, rather embarrassing run-in with Lucifer.

You're just mad because you're only my second choice

for a Lucifer-hunt team-up.

No, actually, I think it's sweet.

I thought your motivation was ambition and revenge.

But now I know you just wanna save your mother.

It's not about saving her.

Lucifer has made off with a colossally powerful witch, who, by the way,

is the only person alive who can slam him back in the Cage.

He will either kill her or control her.

Or she'll offer her services to the biggest bad in town

in order to save her neck. Like she always does.

Do any of those sound like particularly good outcomes to you?

You got any beauty spells locked up within that witchy brain of yours?

Huh?

I thought this one would last a bit longer before going all Keith Richards on me.

(SIGHS)

This vessel hopping is getting old.

Just as I get used to limitations of one meat sack, I gotta

cut bait and jump to the next flawed lump.

Then you want me to make this vessel permanent?

Strong enough to hold you?

It does look good on me.

- (CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY) - (LUCIFER CHUCKLES)

- (GRUNTS) - So, what you got, Red?

(STUTTERS) I'd help, I would but I don't have The Book of the Damned.

I lost it.

You know damned well where you put it. Did you see what I did there?

"Damned?"

Besides, you don't need the book.

Clever girl like you

must have it all up here by now.

- And if I refuse? - I snap your neck, again.

Only this time, I'll rip your head clean off afterwards.

Hmm?

"Mylings?"

Yeah, from Scandinavian lore. Children spirits, vengeful ones.

"Their cries to help lure adults to their death."

- Anything about frozen hearts? - Uh, no.

Not yet, but this is just from old, incomplete folk accounts.

We all know the lore isn't always 100%.

- DEAN: Hmm. - Hmm.

Maybe, but...

(STAMMERS) All I know is, that little boy who grabbed me?

He didn't want to hurt me. He was scared.

Yeah. Um...

That must have felt that way, but,

Mom, the victims were all lured to their death by a baby's cry.

Um, the spirit marked Natalia right before she was killed.

The same way the spirit marked you.

I mean, if we hadn't gotten there in time...

Look, we know all the kids' names, right?

We know that they're all buried locally, so I say we salt and burn 'em,

that's a safe bet.

- Agreed. - DEAN: All right.

- Let's do that. - (MARY INHALES DEEPLY)

MARY: Sammy.

(BABY CRYING)

Help me.

Mom? Hey, hey.

- Mom? - You okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

I'm fine. I'll be fine. (CHUCKLES) I'm fine.

Maybe, uh, you should stay here.

Here.

- Call if you need us. - Okay.

- All right? - Back soon.

(KEYPAD BEEPING)

MAN: Ramsey County Register of Deeds.

Hello, I'm looking for contact information

for the last owner of 1781 Chamberlin Street, please.

Uh, okay.

Can't you just use the Web site like everyone else?

I'm not everyone else.

Please and thank you.

CHERYL: Lucas was so cold.

I still didn't understand what happened.

I'd checked on him just a minute before I found him.

How'd he get so cold so fast?

(SIGHS) Gosh, sorry for going on like this.

MARY: Don't apologize.

- What did Lucas look like? - Oh, he was so handsome.

Blonde hair and these crystal blue eyes.

Anything else?

He had a scar on his cheek.

From the neighbors' dog.

Thank you, Cheryl.

I'm sorry for dredging all this up again.

Ah, it's okay.

Actually, it's kind of nice.

No one talks on the phone anymore, you know?

I've noticed. Thank you, again.

- Grim work. - Yeah.

You know, I'm worried about Mom.

Why?

You're not?

She's back.

I mean, yeah, she's still working out the kinks,

we're all still working out the kinks but,

I mean, can we, for once, just not turn everything into a problem?

You know, can we for once, just have one good thing?

- Mom's not a thing. - Okay.

Look, I'm happy too, Dean. I am. I'm overjoyed.

But there's something about her, I mean, something's going on with her.

- Yeah, she's adjusting. - No, she's struggling.

I mean, she's trying to bury herself in hunting to avoid dealing.

- And how do you know that? - Years of personal experience.

I don't know, man, uh,

like mother, like sons.

(SIGHS)

Mom?

Weapons bag is missing.

Lucas?

That's your name, isn't it?

(WEAPONS RATTLE)

I talked to your mommy, she misses you so much.

(DOOR JAMMED)

Lucas, why did you bring me here?

Help us.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

- Hello? - Mom, where are you?

I'm at the Chamberlin house. On a hunch.

Yeah, we salted and burned all the remains.

Yeah. Didn't work.

SAM: Okay, get out of the house and wait for us.

- MARY: What? Hello? - Mom?

Hello?

Mom?

Let's go.

Ash of the hawthorn tree.

- The pattern? - A druidic glyph.

I'm using a hybrid spell of my own devise.

Book of the Damned and Celtic magic.

Should give your vessel the resiliency and strength of the mightiest tree.

Oh.

There's a woody joke in there somewhere.

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

Let's get back to that nagging little word "should."

It's uncharted territory,

I can't promise the spell will last forever.

There's no known magic for that.

But it will last.

The final step.

Permission to speak, Dark Lord?

If when the spell succeeds, and you're restored to your full glory...

Will I just kill you?

I can be of value beyond this spell.

We'll see.

Thank you, my Liege.

(CHANTS INCANTATION)

(SEARING)

Red, what did you do?

Sped up the decaying process, my lord.

(CHUCKLES) You thought Keith Richards was bad?

Try Iggy Pop.

Oh, decapitation is far too merciful for you, ginger bitch!

(EXCLAIMS)

No!

- (GRUNTS) - (CLATTERING)

- You can't destroy me! - Not yet.

But I can send you far, far away.

Try finding a new vessel at the bottom of the bloody ocean.

- (YELLS INCANTATION) - (YELLS)

(PANTING)

What's keeping you here?

Him.

(RUMBLING)

(RUMBLING STOPS)

You're the father of that little girl.

You killed them all. All those...

(GROANING AND CHOKING)

DEAN: Mom!

(GRUNTING AND PANTING)

Mom?

Hey.

Come on.

Dean,

she's possessed.

(GRUNTS)

(YELLS)

My house.

My children. Forever.

(GAGGING)

(STRAINING) Mom, you can fight this.

(PANTING)

Mom?

- (YELLS) - (GRUNTS)

(STRUGGLING)

The basement. Go!

(GRUNTING AND PANTING)

(GROANS)

- Mom? - (DISTORTED) Mommy's gone.

Don't. Don't make me.

(GUN CLATTERS)

(GRUNTING)

(SNARLS)

(STRAINING)

- (GRUNTS) - I got you, Mom.

(GHOST YELLING)

(PANTING)

(SCREAMING)

(PANTING)

(EXHALES)

If you're looking for Lucifer, you just missed him.

Cup of tea?

Until you forced me to get back in the game,

I'd tried to forget about Lucifer.

I loathe him.

And I loathe, I had any part in letting him out of the pit he belongs in.

- So, you'll help us then? - Good God, no.

That whole FBI pantsuit look?

Not my hex bag.

But, if you get Lucifer cornered, and find yourself in need.

I'm there.

(SIGHS) Well, you gonna take a shower or take a nap?

I mean, you really went through it today.

MARY: No, I'm okay.

And, um, listen, apologies

if, uh, me and Sam hijacked or sidelined you in any way.

I mean, this was your case, you know and...

- Well, you kicked ass. Again. - I "kicked ass?"

- (SCOFFS) You saved me. I... - Yeah, but you were right.

You know, those kids were innocent.

I mean, hell, we didn't even know what Moriarty's deal was.

I do.

When he possessed me, I saw...

I felt it.

All of it.

When Hugo lost his child, he went mad.

Buried himself alive in his basement

and walled himself in and starved to death.

Damn.

But when new families moved in, families with children,

he coveted those children. So he took them.

Killed them.

And somehow that bound their spirits to his.

That's where he got his power.

He was so greedy.

Twisted.

Mom, it's okay. All right? You're home now.

No.

(SIGHS DEEPLY)

I'm not.

I miss John.

I miss my boys.

We're right here, Mom.

I know. In my head.

But I'm still mourning them. As I knew them.

My baby Sam.

My little boy Dean.

It just feels like yesterday,

we were together in Heaven. And now...

I'm here and John is gone,

and they're gone.

And every moment I spend with you reminds me

of every moment I lost with them.

And I thought hunting, working, would clear my head...

Mom.

What are you trying to say?

I have to go.

I'm sorry.

I'm so,

so sorry.

I just need a little time.

I love you.

I love you both.

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR SHUTS)