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Let me paint you a picture
of a world without monsters, or demons,

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

of a new world, a better world.

I'm listening.

You have no hold over me.

ABADDON: Gavin, honey. Say hello to Daddy.

- How did you...
- I know a spell or two, Crowley.

You get that he's gotta go back, right?

His destiny is to board a ship
bound for America.

That ship went down in a storm.
All hands were lost.

You change any one thing in the past,

the ripple effect impacts
everything that follows.

DEAN: Damn it, Crowley!

What the hell is a Prince of Hell?

The oldest of the old demons.
Lucifer turned them himself.

They were trained to be generals,

to lead demonic armies
in the war against Heaven.

MARY: Like Azazel?

CROWLEY: They even have his eyes.

- You have any idea who we are?
- I don't care.

I don't care who you are.

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

- MARY: You know about that?
- My sister, Dagon, has taken an interest.

(DOOR CREAKING)

Oh...

- (SCREAMING)
- (RIPPING)

(KEYS CLACKING)

Okay, well, stay on it.
You get any leads, you let us know,

and we'll keep working it from our end.
Thanks, Cass.

So, Kelly Kline is in the wind.

- No trace.
- Great.

And no idea when Lucifer's kid
is gonna pop, if it hasn't already.

- So, basically, we got nothing.
- Basically.

All right.
Well, we do have this other thing.

- What other thing?
- Check it out.

Museum in Des Moines, Iowa.

Guy's body was found in the parking lot.
A teacher.

His tongue had been ripped out.

Well, that didn't kill him.

No, but having his
internal organs crushed did.

No obvious damage to the torso,
no point of entry...

- You thinking witch?
- Maybe.

I mean, he was seen alive
just a couple hours earlier,

leading a student tour of the museum.

DEAN: Hmm.

Haven't seen Mom in a while.
Maybe she'll wanna work with us on this.

(GRUNTING)

(HIGH-PITCHED SCREECH)

- (BONE CRACKLING)
- (GROANING)

(CLOCK TICKING)

Nice toy.

(CLICKS)

Gets the job done.

- (CELL PHONE RINGING)
- (SIGHS)

Hey, Dean.

Nothing, just...

I'm at a motel, outside Newark.

No, no special plans.

You know, pay-per-view, Magic Fingers,
the ushe. (CHUCKLES)

Oh, it's so sweet of you to think of me.

Tongue ripped out. Wow.

I, uh...

I'm actually still sort of resting up
after that whole Ramiel thing,

but if you need me...

You sure?

Okay, rain check.

Hey, I love you.

You're an excellent liar, Mary.

I haven't told my sons
I'm working with you.

I gathered, and I understand.
Sam and Dean aren't our biggest fans.

Yeah, because you tortured them.

- We've been through that.
- Right.

It wasn't you,
it was your "rogue operative."

Exactly.

(SIGHS)

So...

Drink?

You'll resist, at first.

The humiliation will eat at you.

Until, finally,

you're worn down

by your utter helplessness.

And you

will call me master.

(SIGHS)

You brag of your superior power.

Well, genius trumps brute force.

I've had a dozen of my most loyal studying
the Cage where you were held,

at the molecular level.

They managed to replicate the material,

they made those chains.

Getting you here,
well, that was a different matter.

Crowley, still not helping.

Listen, we know
what we're talking about, here.

We have been on Lucifer's trail
for a long time.

CROWLEY: Everybody in that room
was obviously focused on

sending you back using Mother's spell.

Everybody except yours truly.

(GRUNTING)

Rowena! Now!

(CHANTING IN OTHER LANGUAGE)

I managed to pervert that spell,

so your essence wasn't sent back
to the Cage, but instead...

We found your discarded vessel
a few years ago.

Repaired it.

Improved it.

Making it a fitting final home
for the real you.

What?

No snarky, devilish comments?

You have nothing to say?

Thanks?

I mean, all that effort...

So you could've had me back in the Cage,

but no,
you needed your sad, little revenge.

How do you think this is going to end?

Nice new digs, by the way.

Cozy.

SAM: Get this.
Looks like there was another murder.

Just like the one we're checking up on.

- Iowa?
- No, Andover, Massachusetts.

Six months ago.

A woman, body was found
in the same condition.

Looks like she was a teacher, too.

Hmm.

Too bad Mom couldn't make it.

- You said she was too tired?
- Yeah.

What?

I don't know. I just...

I feel like something's going on with her,
and she ain't talking about it.

Mom's hunting again.
It's a grind. You know that.

She just needs a little time, Dean,
that's all.

Yeah.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Okay, you're in Mr. Peterson's van, guys.
Come on.

(MAN SIGHS)

I'll be back out in one minute.

(DOOR OPENS)

(MAN HEAVING)

- (UNZIPPING)
- (SIGHS)

(ELECTRICITY CRACKLES)

(ZIPS UP)

(TOILET FLUSHING)

(DOORS FLAPPING)

- (BREATHING HEAVILY)
- (ELECTRICITY CRACKLING)

(DEMONIC ROAR)

(SCREAMING)

So, thank you again
for meeting with us, Dr. Ochoa.

Of course, Agent, I...

We've had two murders in two days.

The police have no idea
what's going on, and...

Well, that's why we're here.

Well, you said victim number two
brought some.

Timber Troopers through here, right?

Sixteen hours ago, they were standing
right where you are.

Is there anything new to the museum?

Well, here in the lab,

three traveling exhibits
had been uncrated.

One's already on display,
the other two are being prepped.

Dr. Ochoa?

- Excuse me.
- Sure.

Okay, so, including the Massachusetts vic,

that is two teachers and one Scout leader.

People who supervise kids.

- (DEVICE WHIRRING)
- Whoa.

There's a lot of action in here.
Okay, well...

I'm switching my vote from witch to ghost.

I don't know.
EMF isn't that surprising at a museum.

They're always filled with ADHD spirits
and their tethers, you know.

Okay, but if our killer
is a chain rattler,

how are we gonna figure out
which one it is?

(DOOR BELL CHIMING)

Ready, honey?

Uh, just some orange juice.

Please. Small.

So, when are you due?

I have no idea.

Well, take it from me.

Before kids, your life is yours.

Once they show up,
life as you know it is over.

Yeah.

Pretty sure that's the way
this is gonna go.

But whenever it pops out,

you're totally gonna love
the little devil.

Hmm.

Aztecs were pretty serious
about their killings.

Aztec ghost. Yeah, I like that.

What do you got?

From a ship, a brigantine called The Star.

"Sunk in a storm
off the New England coast."

Currently on loan
from the Maritime Museum in,

wait for it,

Andover, Massachusetts.

- Really?
- Yeah.

Sunk in a storm in 1723...

Wait a minute,
I know something about something.

About this ship.

Um, it was headed to the New World.

- Weighed anchor in Leith, Scotland.
- Leith. Yes!

Gavin MacLeod.

- This was his ship.
- Crowley's kid?

Yep.

(LAUGHING)

Ah... Oh, Oh...

I'm sorry, it's just that...

You actually...

You seriously think this is gonna work?
It's just...

(CHUCKLES)

It's so sad.

Hope you like the taste of floor.

Ow.

There's a spot there, needs scrubbing.

And worse?

You're not even gonna see it coming,
when you get taken down.

By you?

- And my flesh and blood.
- Really?

You remember the lovely

Kelly Kline.

She got rid of that thing.

Did she, now?

The Winchesters saw to it.

Because they can always be trusted.

It was in their own self-interest.

Huh.

Interesting.

Because I can still feel it.

Its heart.

Its power.

Sort of makes me proud.

A chip off the old ball of heavenly light,

- if you know what I mean. Phone.
- (CELL PHONE RINGING)

- What do you want?
Need a favor.

You? Need?

You?

Turns out,

that behind that whole moron facade,

you and your brother are, in fact, morons.

You let Lucifer's love child live?

How do you even know about that?

I don't owe you an explanation.

Okay, so,
I'm guessing this isn't the best time

to ask you to get in touch with Gavin
so we can talk to him?

Are you out of your minds?

You know what, Crowley? When you set
Gavin free to live in our time,

and possibly screw up
the rest of human history,

we didn't hunt him down, okay?
So, I think you owe us.

You and Bullwinkle fix this mess
before it hatches.

Then, maybe...

Then, we'll talk about my son!

(CELL PHONE BEEPS)

Oh, my dad!

I love that!
You and I, both single fathers.

I could use a little dad advice
right about now.

When do you let them date?

No pushing, ladies.

Let's be as polite on the bus
as we were in the museum.

Class, no saving seats.

- That means you, Coco.
- Fine.

- No food on the bus, Sharon.
- Okay.

(DEMON HEAVING)

Your little story's fascinating,

but you said there was something
in this for me?

If the killer is a ghost,

it may be tethered to something
on the ship.

So, we need intel on the vessel.

Get a library card.

You two still owe me
for helping you in Arkansas.

Sit down.

We know of a guy who has
firsthand knowledge of The Star.

- So?
- DEAN: So...

If you find him,

we actually do have something
that you'll like.

Like, really like.

Who is this eyewitness?

(SHUDDERING)

(GASPS)

FEMALE DEMON: Get away from her!

She's ours, demon. Orders!

Not my problem.

(GRUNTING)

(SHAKILY) No.

(WHIMPERING)

No.

Come with me if you wanna live.

I get it, you're freaked.
But take a breath.

Chill.

(STAMMERS)

You made those people explode.

Again, not people.

And they were attacking you.

And you said you were a demon.

Titles. Labels.

I'm a demon, you're Rosemary,
complete with baby.

Please!

You humans,

you've been fed so much propaganda.

What did they teach you
about Lucifer at Sunday School?

Let me guess. Pitchforks? Horns?

But did they mention he's an archangel?

Once one of God's most trusted?

What are you?

I don't even know your name.

Dagon. It's Dagon.

Look, what I'm saying is,

it ain't all black and white.

Good versus evil.

Those people who were trying to kill you?

Angels.

Yeah, that's right.

Not quite the harps and halos
you thought.

And why'd they want you dead?

Because you're carrying an innocent child.

I know you're scared.

Don't believe what you see in the movies.

No one is born good or bad,
it's all in the upbringing.

This child...

Your child...

He could save us all.

"He"?

You didn't know?

I...

No.

Kelly, the angels? The Winchesters?
The good guys?

They want you dead.

But I can protect you.

I can protect your son.

You don't have to run anymore.

(BREATHING RAGGEDLY)

- There he is.
- Yes.

Gavin!

Hey, Gavin. Good to see you.

How's life in the 21st century
treating you?

Oh, fine.

Where's my father, then?

Walk with us, Gav.

- How sick is he?
- About that...

We might've exaggerated a little bit.

Lied. We lied.

Okay, well, we knew you wouldn't come
if it was just us.

We need your help, Gavin.

Help?

- Help!
- No, no, we're fine.

Just hear us out, please.

How did you find...

What are you going to do to me?

Just wanna ask you a few questions.

About this.

Dear God, that's The Star!

- That's my ship!
- Well, it should've been.

Yeah, we know all about her.

We figured there's someone
you'd wanna meet.

Hello, Gavin.

You look just like my father
when he was young.

Gavin, meet Rowena.

Your grandmother.

My grandmother?

She cannot be alive!

Well, technically, dude, neither can you.

Amazing.

Father told me she'd gone down in a storm
and that was the end of her.

The end of you, too, if you'd been aboard.

Gavin, what can you tell us
about the other passengers

who were supposed to make the crossing?

Ordinary folk.

Storekeepers, farmers, a doctor,
a teacher.

A teacher?

Aye.

Mistress Allaway.

She taught most of us in the village.

Is this everything they found aboard?

Yes.

Let us know if you recognize anything.

No.

No.

Oh, there's Mr. MacCallum's hook.

Had no hand, you see.

No.

No.

Oh, sweet Lord.

- It's the locket.
- The locket?

I bought it myself. It was a gift.

For my Fiona.

Darling, you had a wee girlfriend!

Look at this.
Added to the exhibit six months ago.

- (SCOFFS)
- Fiona Duncan.

The love of my life.

When she found out I was going to America,
nothing would do but I take her with me.

I told her it was too dangerous.

How did it get here?

If you didn't board the ship,
then she wouldn't have either, right?

I don't know.

That terrible night...

I was packing,

ready to leave.

Fiona said she was going to come see me,

beg me one more time to take her along.

Obviously, I never made it to the ship.

What's that you say?

"Come in"?

Don't mind if I do.

If Fiona came that night, I was gone.

And she would have thought
that you'd left without her.

Dear God, she must
have smuggled herself aboard.

Would she have really done
something like that?

Iron will, that one.

She'd have stayed hidden
until they were at sea

and there was no turning back.

And she would've died.
Pissed as hell and heartbroken.

Yeah, unfinished business.

We got ghost,
probably tethered to the locket.

A ghost?

My Fiona's a ghost?

All right, where is this thing?

Item 121.

- One twenty-one? All right.
- Yeah.

- Sam?
- What?

It's gone.

(SIGHS)

So...

About that drink...

I'm good, actually.

Your sons...

I'm sure they're fine lads and all,

but it might be best if you were to

disengage from them a bit.

"Disengage"?

This work,

it's demanding, and it must come first.

The Men of Letters is my family.

I'm sorry.

Nothing comes before my family.
Not with me.

Really?

Or is that just what you want to believe?

You're different when you talk to them.

Soften.

Weaker.

Not an insult, just an observation.

But when you hunt, Mary,

you're one of the best I've ever seen.

I mean, you might play
at being the good mommy,

but when you're in the thick of it,

nothing but a blade in your hand
and blood in the air,

that's the real you.

The best you.

And I think you know it.

And I think that scares
the hell out of you.

(POUNDING ON GLASS)

Sorry to interrupt, Dr. Ochoa.

We've been looking through
the shipwreck exhibit

in connection with the murders.

- There seems to be an item missing.
- Yeah.

Uh, it's right here. One twenty-one.
It's a locket.

That's not possible.
It's in a sealed case.

We know, ma'am.
But we've looked everywhere.

It's definitely gone.

Have one of those student tours been
through here in the last of couple days?

The ones led by the teachers?

- Yes. There was one yesterday.
- And where are they from?

Uh...

The Pembroke Day School for Girls.

(SIGHS)

Oh.

That's it for me.

- How about a glass of wine?
- Oh, yeah.

I read one more Internet bot paper
on Bleak House, I'll scream.

(ELECTRICITY CRACKLING)

Again?

The panel?

(MAN HEAVING)

(WIND HOWLING)

(WOOD CREAKING)

(SHUDDERING)

(GLASS SHATTERS)

(GASPS)

(SCREAMING)

(GROANS)

(PANTING)

(WIND HOWLING)

(SCREAMING)

- Is it dead?
- Yeah. Has been for a long time.

- What?
- It was a ghost.

The rock salt only slowed it down.

All right,
we gotta figure out if this was Fiona.

So, show time.

(CLEARS THROAT)

(SHAKILY) O restless spirit,

make thy presence known to me.

Fiona?

It is I, Gavin.

Your Gavin.

I must speak with you.

(WIND HOWLING)

Fiona...

Gavin.

You abandoned me.

You...

Where were you?

- I came to your room, I...
- It wasn't my fault.

I was sent somewhere else.

I hid myself aboard The Star,
and you weren't there to protect me.

The crew...

They came to scorn me,

and mock me,

and worse.

Use me in a way no woman should be used.

The other passengers...

Did no one help you?

All did nothing.

And Mistress Allaway,

our teacher,

she said I deserved it
for throwing myself at you!

Teachers...

They claim to love children,

and then they betray them.

I couldn't punish her,
but others will pay her debt.

Her life aboard that ship
was so unbearable,

she felt death would be a relief.

But the sweet maid I knew is now

a spirit, bent on revenge.

So, we agree Fiona has to be stopped?

We can't burn her bones.
They're at the bottom of the Atlantic.

Could destroy the locket.

Then again, she might also be tethered
to something else on the ship.

Either way, nothing can bring back
the poor people she killed.

Actually,

there might be a way to fix
pretty much everything.

What?

Keep Fiona

from going Casper in the first place.

SAM: Yeah.

There's no reason for her to be a ghost
if she's not angry

and alone on the ship.

You don't intend to tamper
with the flow of time, do you?

That's up to Gavin.

Look, we're looking for a fix here, okay?
This is it.

Get him aboard that ship.

He travels with Fiona, keeps her safe.

And go to his death! That's your solution?

I didn't say it was the fun one, okay?
Just the one. And you know it.

And it would keep history intact.

I was thinking the same thing.

I loved her.

She loved me.

That's the only reason
any of this happened.

I can spare her the nightmare
she's trapped in.

Can't say I ever fit here.

Here, I'm alone.

Fiona and me,

we'll spend eternity together.

CROWLEY: Never gonna happen.

Just because Dim and Dimmer here
can't keep their own family

all in the same dimension,

doesn't mean they can mess with mine!

Father, I want to do this.

What you want is a gym membership,

happy hour at Hooters and Cubs tickets.

None of which are available anywhere else
but here.

I've made up my mind.

Then why did you call me?

You called him?

To say goodbye.

Let him go, Fergus.

Butt out.

Fergus,

he's not like us.

He believes in things.

Let him do what he believes is right.

(CHANTS IN OTHER LANGUAGE)

Mother.

Damn you.

I'm sorry, Father.

(WIND HOWLING)

Is that soup yet?

Almost.

You ready?

Do it.

(GAVIN GRUNTING)

Ready to do this, Gavin?

You're positive this will work?

Never done it before.

But our granddad did. And Abaddon.

And Rowena tweaked the spell
so that you could use it.

(SIGHS)

All right, I think that's it.

This is a tough one.

You're a good guy, Gavin.

Thank you.

Hopefully,

this is all for the best.

Beam him up, Scotty.

(CHANTING IN OTHER LANGUAGE)

(MONITOR BEEPING)

So, the teachers at the girls school
are all back to work.

It's like nothing ever happened.
That's all the victims in Ohio.

Well, no mention of
the Massachusetts murder, either.

No Fiona, no angry ghost.

Looks like history's back on track.

Thank you, Gavin.

- Well, well, well.
- Hey!

It has been a while.

A long, long, long, long, long, long,
long while.

Yeah, all right.

He's dramatic, as you know.
What he meant to say was,

"We missed you." Glad you're back.

Burgers. Beer.

SAM: Yum.

Forgiven.

What you been up to?

On. (SIGHS)

Jogging, Tai Chi, meditation...

Melting Rugaru brains...

Uh, melting Rugaru brains?

There's no easy way to say it,
so I'm just gonna say it.

I have sort of

been working with
the British Men of Letters.

(STAMMERS) You what?

Uh...

Mom,

we, um...

We have a history with them.

I know, Sam.

And it was a hard decision.

But they're doing good work.
I have helped them save people.

A lot of people.

We can learn from them.

Do not give me the face.

- What face?
- You know the face.

- There's no face.
- That's the face.

Mom, we have got our own tool kit,

and it works just fine.

And for obvious reasons,

like broken ribs and burned feet...

We don't trust the Brits.

So, where does that leave us?

Same as always.

Family.

Just hear me out.

Please?

What you did...

A low, even for you.

- It wasn't right.
- (SCOFFS)

And you would know what's right.

I know there's an ugly, rancid,

spiteful reason why you sent my son,

your grandson, to his death.

I wanna know what it is.

He was a lovely boy.

And in your own lizard way,
I know you cared for him.

Just as I cared for Oskar.

Oskar.

The child I loved more than you.

The boy you made me kill
in order to remove the Mark of Cain.

- (SOBBING)
- (CHOKES)

So that was all drivel you were spewing
about Gavin doing the right thing.

It was the right thing.

Maybe for Gavin, certainly for me.

It allowed me to watch you suffer
the loss of a child.

Payback.

I'm your mother, dear.

Who better to crush your shriveled heart?

(INAUDIBLE)

Dagon...