Original subtitles

I'm sorry, who the hell are you?

Arthur Ketch. British Men of Letters.

DEAN: Was that a grenade launcher?

Quite. We're eager to collaborate,

but you haven't exactly seen us at our best.

(GRUNTING)

DEAN: She tried to kill us.

And all you want to do is help these American hunters

to clear this country of monsters.

MR. KETCH: We can offer expertise, weaponry.

The toys are the fun part.

- (GRUNTS) - (SCREAMING)

(GRUNTS)

So, you're gonna pop Lucifer out of the President with that.

ROWENA: We know you're pregnant.

CASTIEL: This is not a baby. This is the spawn of Lucifer.

I can't do it. I'm its mother.

Let me paint you a picture

of a world where no one has to die because of the supernatural.

I'm listening.

So...

Mmm.

Tell me a story.

(CLOCK TICKING)

Mandy. That short for Amanda?

Duh.

- Yeah. I'll go with the cheeseburger. - Oh, yeah.

- Hey, what's the Wi-Fi password here? - Extra cheese.

No, no. Just as it is, is fine.

That's the password. "Extra cheese."

That sounds good. I'm gonna change mine to a cheeseburger, as well.

Extra cheese. I wanna carbo-load.

Cheese isn't a carbohydrate.

Mmm, well.

Steak and eggs. Bloody.

And how about you, handsome?

(STAMMERING)

Sunrise Special, please.

Nice.

- Oh, dude. She is into you. - Mmm-hmm.

- Dean... - No, this is good.

We've been looking for teachable moments. This... (CHUCKLES)

(CELL PHONE VIBRATES)

- Everything all right, Mom? - Yeah. Just a hunter. Needs some help.

Another one?

Can't have too many friends in this line of work. Okay.

The Internet here sucks.

I downloaded all the bunker's files to a new archive

but we're not getting any signal. So I'm just...

(SNORES) Nobody cares. Cass, here's the thing

you need to know about waitresses, okay?

They get hit on all day long, so you got to bring your A-game.

But upside, they always smell like food.

- They always smell like food. - Okay.

- Upside, "They smell like food"? - Okay.

- You're right. It's great. - Okay.

Why would you want them to smell like food?

Hey!

Screens down, eyes up, shut up.

- Sorry, Mom. - WALLY: Sorry.

Okay. Here's what we know. Our target keeps a tight schedule.

He leaves every day at 8:00 p.m. and gets back exactly at 8:45.

What's he doing?

Night fishing.

Wait a minute. You called us to kill a demon that likes to fish?

Yes. I did.

Look, guys, this is all new to me, all right?

You got a Rugaru problem, I'm your guy. But demons?

Hell. Look, I was just passing through, and I heard about some cattle mutilations.

Classic demon sign.

I started to dig, a lot of virgins go missing around here, too.

Classic horny demon sign.

Which is why Wally called us asking for help.

So are we all clear on the plan?

(SIGHS)

Incoming. (CLEARS THROAT)

- DEAN: Hey, Mandy. Question for you. - (SNIFFS)

My shy but devastatingly handsome friend here

was just wondering, when do you get off?

Whenever I can.

- Hey, oh! (LAUGHS) - WALLY: Zing!

Point one for her. She dropped that on the table.

- Right in front of all of us, too. - Ooh-whoo. Wow.

All right. Internet's up. We're in business.

I'm so nervous, I don't even know if I can eat.

Everything is gonna be fine.

(GRUNTING)

(GROANS)

Where's Sam and Dean?

(ALL GRUNTING)

No, no!

(SCREAMS)

Wally! You got to go!

(CHOKING)

I'm gonna be famous. "The demon that killed Sam Winchester."

They're gonna tell stories about me.

(SCREAMS)

Oh, no, they won't.

(GRUNTS)

MAN: (ON RADIO) Each of us has a time when the physical body dies

and we all face God's judgment in the end.

There's not one of us alive, walking on this Earthly plane

that will not pay the consequences for their actions.

The Lord will hold us in the palm of his hand and he'll weigh our souls.

Brothers and sisters, are you worthy?

(CLOCK TICKING)

- Hey, Mom. - Sam.

Dean.

- Wally. - Hi.

- These are my sons. - Hi.

Glad to meet you. She's said a lot of good things.

Right back at you, man. Your mom's real proud of you boys.

Mmm.

Cass.

Thanks for coming. I know you're busy.

Well, not really.

So, what? No luck with Lucifer's kid?

No. Kelly Kline, it's like she's just disappeared.

Lucifer's kid. That's a joke, right? (CHUCKLES)

It's not a joke?

All right, ramblers, let's get rambling.

Lucifer has a kid?

- Hey, what's the Wi-Fi password here? - Extra cheese.

Everyone is clear on the plan?

8:45, demon comes home. Sam and I will be waiting for him.

- I'll pop him with a Devil's trap bullet. - I'll finish him off with a Demon Blade.

And I will wait at the back with you in case he comes in that way.

- Cool, cool. What do I do? - Keep a lookout. Don't die.

Everything is gonna be fine.

(SPRAY-PAINT CAN RATTLING)

Mary?

Where were you?

Bathroom. I get nervous sometimes.

Urination. I understand.

(CELL PHONE VIBRATING)

(CELL PHONE BEEPING)

- Wally? - Heads up, Mary. He's coming back early.

(MAN WHISTLING)

(GUN COCKS)

(WHISTLING CONTINUES)

(HEAVY BREATHING)

Do you mind explaining why you broke into my house?

I know it wasn't just to ruin the evening catch.

Hunters.

(GRUNTS)

Well, that didn't work.

(COUGHS)

Angel.

(YELLING)

(SNARLING)

(GRUNTS)

(LAUGHING)

Hiya, sweetheart.

- (STRUGGLING) - Run!

- Guys, we got a problem. - Yeah, we know.

No, you don't. Demons incoming.

All right. Get to Mom and Cass. We got this, go.

(EXHALES)

- You ready? - Ah... First time for everything.

(ALL GRUNTING)

- (DEMON LAUGHING) - (GRUNTING)

Been a long time since I've seen an angel.

(GRUNTS)

- But not long enough. - No, no!

(CHOKES)

(GRUNTING)

Where do you think you're going, huh?

(GROANING)

Come on.

Cass.

- Where is he? Where is he? - I don't know. Gone.

(BOTH GRUNTING)

- Can you heal yourself? - I tried. Something's wrong.

How bad is it?

(CELL PHONE VIBRATING)

Sam.

- Hey, where are you? - A farm down the road. Looks abandoned.

Take the first left, drive until you see a barn.

Yeah, okay. We're on the way. Are you okay?

(GROANING)

No.

(CLOCK TICKING)

What the hell just happened?

Where's Wally?

Wally, uh...

- Oh, God. - (GROANS)

Cass?

Mama, where did those other demons come from?

I don't know. The target, did you see...

No. He brushed off everything we threw at him.

- Did you see his eyes? - What?

They were yellow.

He had yellow eyes.

Mom, what the hell did you get us into?

(CLOCK TICKING)

That's him? That's the big, bad demon you need help with?

Just some old guy.

Technically, I'm in my 60s.

(SCOFFS)

Okay then.

Hell, what do I know?

I've never gone after a demon before. I don't even know why you called me.

Because if Sam and Dean think they're helping you and not me,

they won't ask the wrong questions.

Safer that way.

Right.

You get those from your new Limey friends? Them fancy Men of Letters?

I did.

So, you trust them?

I just mean, I heard their sales pitch.

Money, gear...

It all sounds swell, but if someone walks up to you

and offers you something that sounds a little too good to be true,

I wonder, what's the catch?

Since I've been working with them,

we've taken out more than a dozen vamp nests,

four werewolf packs, and a ghoul who was eating his way through Arlington.

We've saved a lot of people.

All right. So you do trust them?

(SIGHS)

Let's go.

Yeah.

Mandy, when do you get off?

Whenever I can.

WALLY: You gonna meet them fancy Men of Letters?

British Men of Letters?

Yeah. They got gear but, you know, they tried to kill my brother.

All right. Internet's up. We're in business.

- Everything is gonna be fine. - (SIGHS)

(CLOCK TICKING)

CASTIEL: Doesn't appear to be warded.

Okay, let's get to work.

Sam? Where's Dean?

- Uh, he's out stashing the car. - Okay.

Wait, Mom?

Um, I just wanted to make sure that you're okay.

I mean, I know you never really wanted this.

(SCOFFS) Since when is life about getting what you want?

(SPRAY-PAINT CAN RATTLING)

(SPRAY-PAINT HISSING)

Mary?

Where were you?

Bathroom. I get nervous sometimes.

(GRUNTS)

Well, that didn't work.

(CLOCK TICKING)

(CASTIEL GRUNTS)

(CASTIEL GROANING)

Mary?

- Mary. Hey. - Hey.

How you feeling?

What the hell just happened?

- Where's Wally? - Wally, uh...

- Oh, God. - (GROANS)

Cass?

Mama, where did those other demons come from?

I don't know.

Hey. Wow.

- You look like hammered crap. - Yeah, that sounds about right.

Let's see it.

(CASTIEL GRUNTING)

All right. Okay. Yeah, yeah. No. Hey, you know what? I've had worse.

Oh, yeah? When?

Dean, something's wrong. I can't heal myself.

I think the demon's spear was poisoned, or I don't...

I think I'm dying.

No. No, you just need some time, okay? You'll heal up the old-fashioned way.

(GRUNTS)

Mom, what the hell did you get us into?

Sam? Sammy!

(CASTIEL GROANING)

CROWLEY: You idiots!

You're all going to die.

You idiots!

You're all going to die.

Well, this day just keeps getting better.

Crowley?

You're him? The King of Hell?

You must be Mother Winchester. Pleasure. I've heard so much.

Touch me and I'll kill you.

What's up with feathers?

What are you even doing here? How'd you find us?

Wait a second. The demons, they were yours.

- Obviously. - They killed my friend.

Your friend was stupid. You're all...

Do you know what you've done?

Does the name Ramiel mean anything to you?

- No. - Yes.

What?

Ramiel, Prince of Hell.

Ramiel, Prince of Hell. It's catchy. It rhymes.

And he's going to kill each and every one of you.

No, the Princes are all dead.

That's what we told people to stop them looking, but in reality? Not so much.

What the hell is a Prince of Hell?

The oldest of the old demons. The first generation, after Lilith.

Lucifer turned them himself,

before the oceans drank Atlantis.

They were trained to be generals,

to lead demonic armies in the war against Heaven.

Like Azazel?

They even have his eyes.

(CLOCK TICKING)

Who are you? And what do you want?

CROWLEY: The name's Crowley.

King of the Crossroads.

(CUCKOO HOOTING)

I've been sent by Hell.

And what? Don't they teach you how to knock in Hell?

For that I apologize, but I do come bearing gifts.

The first is from all demonkind.

We heard that you collect weapons, the more ancient and arcane the better,

so, may I present...

The Lance of Michael, the archangel.

(EXHALES)

Impressive.

This beauty, she kills the bad ones fast and the good ones slow and painful.

Ironic, seeing as it was made by an angel.

There's only one angel Michael wanted to kill,

and he wanted that son of a bitch to suffer.

The magic, it's all in the rune work.

The craftsmanship.

Oh.

The second gift is from myself. Personally.

Something I thought you might like.

(METAL RATTLING)

Where did you get this?

It's amazing what some people just leave laying about.

Consider it your coronation present.

Pardon?

Brings me to your final gift. The Throne of Hell.

(SCOFFS)

You want me to be King?

Well, with Lilith and Azazel dead and Lucifer back in his box,

we need a ruler.

You are next in line, Ramiel, Prince of Hell.

It's just a name. Doesn't mean anything.

Still, the crown is yours, if you want it.

I don't.

You take it.

I... Pardon?

You seem ambitious enough.

Conniving enough. Slimy enough.

So take it.

Go for the glory, kid.

I mean, one dares to dream, but what about the others?

You're not the only Prince.

Azazel was a fanatic,

a true believer in Lucifer's master plan,

but the rest of us? Well, the truth is, we stopped caring a long time ago.

Asmodeus has his hobbies, Dagon has her toys.

We're happy where we are.

So if you want the crown, it's yours. Otherwise...

- Oh, hell, yeah... - I'll take it.

I mean, I graciously accept.

Swell. But there is one thing.

Nothing comes without a price.

Well, this should be easy enough.

Leave us alone.

And make sure everyone else does the same.

If anyone, anything bothers a Prince of Hell,

that's gonna be on your head, Crowley.

And you don't want to know what happens when you piss us off.

I humbly accept your terms.

My demons were there to keep people away from Ramiel.

Believe me, that's a hornet's nest you do not want to be kicking.

Too late.

What happened to Cass?

You tell me.

He got stabbed with some kind of silver-tipped spear.

It's not a spear.

It's a lance.

The Lance of Michael.

Michael? As in, "Michael" Michael?

Nasty bit of business. Kills everything it touches.

If you're a demon, you go up in a puff of smoke.

But if you're an angel, you just rot away.

Sorry, Castiel.

No, no, there's a cure.

There's always a cure and we will find it.

- How? - We trap Ramiel.

And we beat his ass until he gives it up.

It's not gonna work.

We took down The Darkness and the Devil.

It took you years to defeat Lucifer and the power of God to stop The Darkness.

Maybe if you had more time, you could manage Ramiel,

but right now? In this barn?

Hey...

I was quite fond of the choir boy, too...

Shut up. Shut up.

We don't have time, okay? For your... For you.

So, either help us or get the hell out of here!

Yeah, figures.

(CLOCK TICKING)

(WHISTLING)

CROWLEY: What can I do to keep you out of that barn?

I smell the angel. He's rotting.

Those people, they're your friends?

I don't have friends, I make deals with those I can use.

Every kingdom needs allies, even Hell.

Allies? Is that what you call three humans

with one good liver between them and a busted-up angel?

I admit, they don't sound like much,

but every Armageddon, every bloody "this is the end of all things,"

a Winchester stopped it. Like it or not, they're an asset we can't afford to lose.

(SCOFFS)

We had an agreement, Crowley.

No one bothers us. You remember?

We made one deal. Let's make another.

Hmm.

What do you say?

(LAUGHING)

(CROWLEY YELLING)

(PANTING)

(CHUCKLES)

We don't have time, okay? For your... For you.

So, either help us or get the hell out of here!

Yeah, figures.

(CLOCK TICKING)

(GROANING)

Cass, how bad is it?

- Oh, Crowley's right. You should go. - Cass, come on.

No. You listen to me. You... Look, thank you.

Thank you.

Knowing you, it's been the best part of my life.

And the things we've shared together, they have changed me.

(CONTINUES GROANING)

You're my family.

I love you.

I love all of you.

Just, please, please,

don't make my last moments be spent watching you die.

Just run. Save yourselves.

And I will hold Ramiel off as long as I can.

(COUGHING)

Cass, no.

Yes. You need to keep fighting.

We are fighting. We're fighting for you, Cass.

And like you said, you're family. And we don't leave family behind.

Mom.

What's the play?

We hit him with everything we got.

Toasty.

You stabbed one of our friends.

Your friend was trespassing.

Tell us how to cure him.

Mmm.

There is no cure.

You have any idea who we are?

I don't care.

I don't care who you are. I don't care why you're here.

I don't care about Heaven, or Hell, or anything.

I don't even care that Lucifer's got a bun in the oven.

You know about that?

My sister, Dagon, she's taken an interest. But me?

Let me guess. You don't care.

All I wanted was to be left alone.

But then you come,

you steal from me.

And that, ooh...

That I cannot abide.

Give me back what's mine,

or I take it off your lifeless bodies.

You've got 30 seconds.

(TICKING)

Honestly, we got no idea what you're talking about.

Twenty seconds.

(BREATHING RAGGEDLY)

(CHUCKLES)

Have it your way.

(YELLS)

(GRUNTING)

(GROANS)

(LAUGHING)

(SCREAMING)

(GRUNTING)

Cass!

Hey, buddy. Hey. We're here, Cass.

We're right here, buddy.

(EXHALES)

The magic, it's all in the rune work.

The craftsmanship.

Hang in there, all right? What do we do?

Magic's in the craftsmanship.

Cass?

CROWLEY: Oh...

You're welcome.

30, you're good?

I guess so.

What did he mean about somebody stealing from him?

Who knows what that crazy man was talking about.

Let's go home.

Well, that's quite a story.

You did well.

You sent me after a damn Prince of Hell.

We didn't know what he was, we just knew he had the item.

That's not good enough. I lost a friend. I almost lost one of my boys.

- And we apologize... - Shut up.

Anything like that happens again, anything, and I will burn you down.

All of you.

Is that a threat?

It's a promise.

We made a mistake.

I'm sorry.

(SIGHS)

Can I see it?

Hello, beautiful.

My father used to tell me stories about this thing.

You know, there's only five things in all creation it can't kill.

Oh, yes.

I know all about the Colt.

CROWLEY: Search that house. Search it again.

Find me that gun.

(SINGING) ♪ Oh, there was a gun that won the West ♪

♪ There was a man among the best ♪

♪ The fastest gun or man alive ♪

♪ A lightning bolt when he shot that Colt ♪

(MAN IMITATES GUN SHOT)

♪ .45 ♪

(MAN LAUGHING)

Suppose you think that's funny.

MAN: I know that look.

Sam and Dean have got you down.

You know, I still can't believe that you're working for the Dukes of Haphazard.

Do you really think they care about you?

I mean, think about it, Crowley.

They kill your kind. It's in their blood.

And you know.

You know

it's only a matter of time before they come for you.

Shut your mouth, dog.

That's not my name.