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CROWLEY: This vessel has been warded with spellwork from the Cage.

I own you.

CASTIEL: Hey, I think I have a lead on Kelly Kline.

She's with Dagon. Prince of Hell.

In Coeur d'Alene, Idaho.

Eileen Leahy.

Feel free to drop a line, even if you just want to hang out.

MICK: I did extensive research at Kendricks.

- It's like our... Exactly. - Hogwarts?

Great. Who you gonna call? Douchebusters.

Bravo.

(GRUNTING)

SAM: We're working with these people now.

The better they are, the better we are.

(GROWLING)

DEAN: What did you do to her? MICK: I had orders.

DEAN: So you killed her?

We'll give you a second chance.

Just don't mess it up. There won't be a third.

BOY 1: What do you think she wants? BOY 2: Nothin' good.

(DOOR CLOSES)

Going home for Christmas?

Sorry. Forgot.

(SIGHS) I'll be here. As always.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

- Gentlemen. - BOTH: Headmistress.

Come with me.

Timothy, Michael,

you have both conquered many trials here at Kendricks,

either through natural talent,

or good, old-fashioned hard work.

But today...

Today we'll learn

which of you will matriculate to the next level of training.

This organization does important work, gentlemen,

work which allows millions of people to sleep safely in their beds at night.

But in order to do this work,

to protect those people,

we need cadets who will employ their skills,

and execute orders without question.

And so...

Only one of you will be leaving this room.

Good luck.

He fought well. He didn't want to die.

Yet the Code demands otherwise.

Well played, Mr. Davies.

(GASPS)

So, uh, after we talked, you went back to Coeur d'Alene, Idaho.

Why? The last place anybody saw Kelly Kline, so I figured I'd take a look.

(CHUCKLES) And?

And turns out, right after she left, somebody burned down an old warehouse.

I did some digging.

Check your phone.

- (CELL PHONE VIBRATING) - Okay.

What are those, security shots?

Oh, yeah, there's Kelly going in.

- Huh? - Wow.

- Nice work, Eileen. - Thank you.

Who's the chick with her? That Pat Benatar wannabe?

Must be Dagon, I guess.

- Yeah. - Awesome.

Okay, so, Kelly and Dagon go crash at this place, and then it gets torched.

- Coincidence? - (SCOFFS) No.

Hell, no.

All right, well, what are we lookin' at here?

Working on it.

Go get 'em, Eileen.

That's the plan.

- Bye, Sam. - Bye.

(CELL PHONE BEEPS)

- Well, that's cute. - Oh, come on.

(DOOR OPENS)

I'm just saying, Dean, even with Cass and every hunter we know working this,

we still got basically nothing.

- At least, you know, maybe Crowley can... - No, dude, we're not calling Crowley.

Hello, boys. Do come and have a drink.

- Did you break into our house? - Our house. Men of Letters.

Did you know your key opens every Chapterhouse in the world?

Well, you did say you'd give me a second chance.

Yeah, that doesn't mean we wanna hang out.

You here for a reason?

I am, and it's a bit urgent.

Some time ago, the home office recorded some sort of cosmic shock wave.

Very rare.

- And after a few months of... - Nephilim.

- You knew? - Yeah, we knew.

- How? - Sort of a long story.

Well, I've got time.

Well, Lucifer jacked the President, and then knocked up his girlfriend.

And now she is on the run with Dagon, who is a Prince of Hell.

I see.

And you didn't tell me this because...

'Cause it's kind of a need-to-know kinda thing.

The Devil is having a child!

It seems like something we'd need to know.

- Where is this woman now? - Not sure.

We had her, trying to help her, but she, uh...

- We lost her. - Yeah.

I'm sorry, you had her? And you let her live?

Look, it's not Kelly's fault, okay? She didn't know Lucifer was her boyfriend.

Oh, sure, yeah, could happen to anyone.

Plus, she'd agreed to end the pregnancy.

And I guess, she changed her mind.

Even with everything Kelly knew, it was still her kid. She couldn't.

Then you should have.

You should have shot her between the eyes. Immediately.

Oh, why? 'Cause that's what you would've done?

Kinda like you killed that werewolf?

'Cause from what I remember, that really messed you up.

Yeah, 'cause you're so big on second chances and all.

(STAMMERS) Yes.

I'm not saying it was gonna be easy, but the Code demands it.

Oh. "The Code."

This is not some werewolf!

(STAMMERS) Do you have any idea what will happen

if this abomination is born?

Mick, we're handling it, all right? We'll find her.

(SIGHS)

So, until then, I say we drink.

(WHISPERS) Dagon.

Dagon. Hear me.

I do, sire.

News of my son. All is well?

As can be expected.

And the, uh, "container"?

She should last as long as needed.

Well, she'd better.

Don't fail me, Dagon.

Not again.

Mick. No one's out there. If we run, we might not get caught.

- We can go to my father, he'll... - Close the door, Timothy.

DR. HESS: We need cadets who'll execute orders without question.

Mick, we have to go.

DR. HESS: Only one of you will be leaving this room.

Mick?

DR. HESS: Good luck.

I'm sorry.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Uh, What?

You didn't report in last night, Mr. Davies. Is there a reason?

No, ma'am. No, I was, uh... Uh, we're still in investigation mode.

I was gonna inform you.

- And the Winchesters? - Making some progress.

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

Come in, Mr. Rawlings.

You are aware that Lady Bevell feels that they are hopeless.

I'm the one cleaning up her mess.

Dr. Hess, last I heard,

you and the rest of the leadership felt getting the Winchesters

was key to bringing the American hunters on board.

I'm just trying to make that happen.

Yes, well, things change.

And that means?

This Nephilim...

Something big and bad is on its way, Mr. Davies.

We need the situation in America settled. Now.

What? I don't understand.

(SCOFFS)

Then let me make it blisteringly simple.

We don't have time to court a handful of mangy Colonials, not anymore.

So, either Sam and Dean, and the rest of their ill-bred lot learn to obey,

or you turn them over to Mr. Ketch.

And start fresh.

- Look, I don't think... - This is not a discussion, it's an order.

Are you hearing me, Michael?

Assimilate or eliminate.

(KELLY STRUGGLING)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Do you need a pillow or whatever?

(GROANS)

What's wrong?

I keep getting these weird little pains.

I'm sure everything is fine.

Why? Because this is how you felt all the times you were pregnant?

I need to see a doctor.

No doctor will understand this child.

You barely do.

We've been here too long. We should go.

No.

You said that you would help me. I wanna see a doctor.

I'm not going anywhere until I know my baby's safe.

(SNORING)

(BLOWING)

(CLEARS THROAT) Wow.

- You look like crap. - Yeah, you look crappier.

I gotta hand it to Mick.

Man, you get him started, that guy can drink.

I mean, we can drink, but he's got, like, the "Can Drink" gold medal.

Hey, you talk to Mom, lately?

Oh, I shouldn't worry about your mum.

Her and Ketch make quite the team.

Would you want your mom working with him?

I can't say. I never really knew my mum.

Or my dad.

I was on the streets till the Men of Letters found me.

And how did they find you?

(SCOFFS) I, uh, picked a member's pocket.

Not on purpose,

I was just after a couple of quid,

but I got a cursed coin from ancient Babylon instead.

- Yeah, sure, that could happen to anyone. - (SCOFFS)

The Men of Letters decided I showed promise, and signed me up.

They gave me a life.

They, uh...

You all right?

Yeah. Always.

Got any vodka?

(STOMACH GROANING)

Hello!

You must be Kelly. And you're her partner?

No.

- Birth coach. - Sure.

Well, Kelly's vitals and preliminary labs were great.

So we're just gonna do a quick sonogram.

- Is that really necessary? - Of course it is.

Want the baby to be a happy camper.

Right over here.

Okay, Kelly. Just lift up there, please. Thank you.

I'm gonna put a little bit of gel on the camera,

so it might be a little bit cold.

Okay, say "cheese."

Cheese.

Okay. Huh?

Huh.

- It's looking good. - (SIGHS)

Hmm.

Hmm.

What?

DAGON: (TELEPATHICALLY) Everything looks A-okay.

Everything looks A-okay!

See, Kelly? Your baby is a little angel. Just like I've been saying.

Now, I know this can be a little bit awkward,

but for the little champ's medical record, what can you tell me about his father?

How the mighty have sunk, eh?

Good puppy.

Puppy want to play?

What's the matter?

(SIGHS)

What are you doing?

(MOANS)

I'm giving you what you want. Submission.

- Why? - Why not?

I figured out the rules of the house.

And, well, all things considered, I think I'd rather be here

than rotting in the Cage with my drooling,

insane-and-not-in-the-fun way little bro, Michael.

Really?

Yes, it's your game,

your rules, so, uh...

(SIGHS)

I figure I can work with that.

You win.

What now, sire?

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

- Ketch. - MR. KETCH: A quick update.

The skels turned out to be shape-shifters. Killed a clan of seven.

Eight.

- (COCKS GUN) - Eight, she says.

I've learned not to argue.

Um, you'll make with the type-y type-y, yes?

- I'll file the report. - Splendid. Ciao.

So, you and Mick, long-time friends?

More survivors than friends. We were in school together.

Ah. Major in murder, minor in mayhem?

(CHUCKLES) Mmm.

I gather your training was a bit more improvisational?

We learned on the job.

And then you gave it all up.

I wanted a quiet, normal life.

Mmm. And yet, there you were up to your elbows in shifter guts.

- (SCOFFS) - Mrs. Winchester,

I believe you're drawn to danger.

Cheers.

(GLASSES CLINK)

- (DOORS CLANG) - (BUZZER BEEPS)

Sorry to interrupt.

There's really no need for that, Mr. Davies.

We know each other?

I'm Renny. Rawlings.

I've been working directly for Dr. Hess

since I graduated Kendricks, top of my class.

Oh, cheers.

What do you want?

Dr. Hess sent me on the overnight.

Thought you could use an extra set of hands.

Oh...

So put another way, you're her lapdog, here to keep an eye on me.

I'm here to help.

You wanna help?

Stay out of my way.

I'm afraid that's not an option.

Sorry, we're closed for the day.

Those your patient files?

My patient history is none of your business.

(SCREAMS)

CASTIEL: (ON RECORDING) This is my voicemail. Make your voice a mail.

Come on, Cass, I've called you three times now.

Will you call me back?

We've got a line on Dagon. We need your help.

So, you ran the plates of every car that drove past that warehouse in Idaho,

just before it burned down?

Yeah. Most of them were local, but one wasn't.

It came up registered to Dermott Culp.

- So? - So he went missing a year ago.

- Okay. - I tracked his car to Iowa.

Found him coming out of a building, carrying a dead body.

So, Dermott's a killer?

Dermott's a demon.

Hunter.

Demon.

Uh, one of Crowley's?

Works for Dagon.

He covers her tracks.

Smart.

Dude, don't compliment the bad guys.

(SCOFFS)

So, do you know where Kelly is now?

No.

But before Dermott got stabbed in the heart...

Nice.

He gave me her phone number.

Yeah, nice.

My loyal-ish subjects,

these troubled times,

I'm aware that there might be some confusion

as to where you're supposed to place your loyalty.

Even with Lucifer back in the Cage,

there are those of you who would try to help him

because he scares you, or engorges you.

Just the chance that Lucifer could come back, a rumor,

would have been enough to keep some of you working against me.

Undermining me.

Being a royal pain in my pert, royal ass.

But lo! The beast has been humbled.

From his own lips you will hear proclaimed the one true leader of all Hell.

See, I didn't just beat the Devil, I tamed him.

This is all done of your own free will, is it not?

Yes, My Lord.

Look, kids.

He goes where I tell him. He does what I tell him.

He is my dog.

Showtime, Marmaduke.

Yes, My Lord.

He's right, my friends.

There is only one true ruler of Hell.

(MOUTHING) Me.

- And that is me, is it not? - Oh, yes.

CROWLEY: And you surrender your heartfelt support to that one true ruler?

Absolutely.

CROWLEY: And what do you have to say

to those who are still unsure of whom they must obey?

I say this.

Anyone who does not support this one true king

can be assured of suffering unendurable, and everlasting agony.

I don't hear applause.

(SCATTERED APPLAUSE)

Dr. Turner was very specific. I need zinc and iron.

- Yeah, got it. - And this article says calcium.

Cool. Bye.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

(SIGHS)

- SAM: (FAKE ACCENT) Ms. Kline? - Yes?

This is Oliver at Dr. Turner's office. He'd like to see you in the office today.

I, uh, was just in there. He said everything was fine.

Uh, right. Well, he looked back through your test results,

and there are some things he'd like to discuss.

Does 5:00 p.m. work for you?

I don't think I can get away.

Well, he said it's very important. 5:00 p.m.?

- Um, sure. - Good, see you then.

Cool.

I thought you'd be coming alone.

And I thought we'd gotten past our trust issues.

But, if Dagon shows, we're gonna need all the help we can get.

This is Renny Rawlings. New man.

Right. I'm Sam. This is Eileen, Leahy.

Ah, the banshee girl.

We have a file.

From what Mick tells me, neither of you have any formal training.

Fascinating.

- I was top of my class at Kendricks. - No one cares.

I, uh, brought the Colt, just like you asked.

But it's gotta go back to HQ.

Gee, Mick, I thought we'd gotten past the trust issues.

(CHUCKLES)

- (GASPS) - Stay cool and walk with me.

Dean?

This everyone?

Yeah, still no word from Cass.

Right, great.

- Who's this? - He's with Mick.

I'm Renny Rawlings, graduated Kendricks, top of my...

Great, I don't care.

- Come on. Okay. - Don't!

Kelly.

Listen, we all know you're in a really difficult situation and we just...

We wanna help.

You call this helping?

Look, Kelly, that kid, it's... I mean, it can't...

- I mean, it's Lucifer's! - Yeah, I know.

What, you think I wanted this to happen?

He used me.

But I love this child.

You will mean absolutely nothing to that child.

- That child will kill us all. - Hey.

SAM: Look, that's not happening, okay?

We're gonna figure something out, we will.

- This is absurd. - Don't!

(WIND HOWLING)

She's here.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

DAGON: Hey.

Oh...

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

I didn't mean to!

I was shooting at the demon!

We know, we know. It was an accident.

It's all right.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa. What are you doing? - Hey!

She killed a Man of Letters, she has to die.

- It was an accident. - It doesn't matter.

- The Code... - No, hey, screw the Code.

Don't make this harder than it already is.

Mick, you don't have to do this.

Yes, I do!

Please. Don't.

Please. Please, don't.

The Code demands otherwise.

Please. Please!

SAM: Mick, Mick, listen to me.

Mick.

I know you guys have this Men of Letters Code you blindly answer to.

But, look, you don't have to do that, Mick.

You're better than that.

You only have to answer to yourself.

You only have to do what you know is right.

(HEAVY BREATHING)

You only have to answer to your own code.

Just go.

Yeah.

(CAR DOOR OPENING, CLOSING)

(CAR ENGINE IGNITION)

Well, that was unexpected.

But invigorating.

I must say, when I first met you, I didn't see this coming.

My thought at the time was,

"I'll end up shooting this one." (CHUCKLES)

Life is full of surprises.

- Ketch? - Yes?

You're not reading anything into this?

Like?

Like, it means anything.

On... (STAMMERS)

You really needn't worry. (STUTTERS)

Truth is I'm not built for that.

And I suspect you aren't either?

You're wrong.

But that was a long time ago.

So we're good?

We are.

And I notice you took my advice.

Advice?

You had a choice to make. Your work or family ties.

You know what?

It's not either-or.

I had the same discussion with my boys. I'm not choosing hunting over them.

Why does it have to be one or the other?

- So you want to have it all? - Trying to.

Good for you.

So, how we looking?

Uh, you're sure Crowley's occupied elsewhere?

Yeah, he's on his rounds.

Crowley's got, like, two and a half more hours

of getting his pert, royal ass kissed.

Well, upper left quadrant is sound.

Restorations holding. No emanations detected.

Lower left, likewise.

You made the right decision, you know.

'Cause when the dust settles, there's only gonna be one of us standing,

and it ain't gonna be the guy with the accent, if you know what I mean.

I'm very, very impressed.

(COUGHS) You'll be happy to know, the vessel is completely sound.

The repairs are secure.

And the security system?

Whatever it is that lets Crowley turn me into his own personal sock puppet?

I don't hear words.

Uh, the system is very much intact.

But you can disarm it.

(MUMBLING)

(CHOKING)

I'm not really known for my patience.

- I don't quite have the means at this... - Who does?

- Uh, Spivak. He designed... - Where is he?

Dead.

- Dead? - Dead.

(GASPS)

(COUGHS)

Uh, yeah, after the system was installed,

Crowley killed Spivak to safeguard its secrets.

Hmm.

Well...

You can crack it, right?

Yeah, I just need some time.

- I'll be quick. - Good.

'Cause I am getting stir crazy.

And I'm about to be a dad.

Uh... (CHUCKLES)

(GATE OPENS)

(GATE CLOSES)

You okay?

No.

He wasn't a monster.

He was... I... (VOICE BREAKING)

Hey.

It was a mistake.

(SOBBING)

- Why are you doing this? - Oh, don't even.

I tried, but clearly, you can't be trusted.

I was worried about the baby. I'm trying to protect him.

Oh, honey, you can't.

I mean, you don't need to. I wasn't lying.

Your baby is strong, so strong.

Whatever happens, he is going to be just fine.

But you won't.

Yeah, those weird little pains?

Just a taste of what's to come.

'Cause, kiddo, birthing a Nephilim...

Fatal.

Always.

(LAUGHING)

(GASPS)

(MONITORS BEEPING)

Ketch.

Why'd you call me here?

Oh, I didn't.

Mr. Davies.

Dr. Hess. I didn't think you left London.

I don't.

But I have been tasked by the other elders

to fix this rapidly deteriorating situation.

Ma'am, please, I'm...

Are you about to tell me that you are doing the best that you can?

Two days ago, according to your own report,

you let a Prince of Hell escape, and the mother of Lucifer's child,

and one of my best men was murdered by an American hunter,

- whom you allowed to live. - If I might...

These hunters are out of control, the brothers Winchester in particular,

which Lady Bevell has exhaustively documented.

- Ma'am, if you would just listen... - To what? More excuses?

No. I don't think I Will.

Hunters are dogs, Mr. Davies.

You give them an order and they obey.

That's how it works.

So tell me, do they?

Do they obey you?

No. Of course not.

So, this Eileen Leahy will be found, and killed,

in accordance with the Code.

As for the Winchesters, like any rebellious hunter,

they will be investigated and, if found guilty, executed.

"If"?

If they're found guilty?

Aren't hunters always found guilty?

- Be careful, Mr. Davies. - No.

My entire life with the Men of Letters, I never broke a rule.

And, yes, at first, I was shocked at how Sam and Dean operate.

But what Lady Bevell doesn't mention

is the lives they've saved, monsters destroyed,

and outcomes made better not because of the Code,

but because of Sam and Dean Winchester's sense of what's right.

And that is the crux of the matter.

The Code is not a suggestion, it is an absolute.

The Code is what separates us from the monsters.

It is the order by which we all live.

No.

The Code is what makes a young boy kill his best friend.

When I was a child, I had nothing.

I owed you everything. And I obeyed.

But I'm a man now, Dr. Hess.

And I can see the choices.

And I choose to do the right thing!

(CLEARS THROAT)

Morning.

Morning.

Hey, you, uh, hear anything from Cass yet?

(GROANS) No, he's still MIA.

You think he's all right?

I don't know.

Where's Eileen?

She took off.

Uh, said she's heading back to Ireland for a while.

Just needs some time, I guess.

Hmm.

Yeah, I get that.

Mmm.

(CHUCKLES)

Oh, yeah.

Welcome back, sweetheart.

It's over.

The grand experiment of recruiting American hunters has failed.

Utterly.

Hmm.

What would you like me to do?

Exterminate them.

Every last one.