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- (GRUNTING) - (GROANING)

(MARY GASPS)

Mom! Mom!

No, no. No. No!

- DREXEL: Who'd you say you were? - I am Asmodeus.

Fourth Prince of Hell.

There's a new sheriff in town.

No trace of Lucifer.

At this point, we must focus on the son.

There's no sign of him either, sir.

ASMODEUS: With Lucifer gone, I want him found and trained to rule.

With me as his humble adviser, of course.

- You should be dead. - Okay. And who are you?

- Don't you know me, brother? - Michael.

(GRUNTING)

What are you gonna do? Kill me?

Maybe I need you.

Every time I try and do something good, people get hurt.

- (GROANS) - No.

JACK: I don't know what I am.

Maybe I'm just another monster.

I can't make the world a better place, not like this.

And I know that if I stay, I'm gonna hurt you.

Jack, listen...

- JACK: I have to go. - No, Jack.

(MEN SHOUTING)

I'm so sorry.

(THUNDER CRACKING)

LUCIFER: I've got plenty of gripes with the old man.

His self-righteous narcissism.

His "My way or the highway."

But I gotta hand it to Him, He had a couple of great seconds

when He banged out the universe.

Guy had creative chops.

And optimism.

I'll give Him that.

And despite His pissiness and His massive lack of irony

He did give Mankind a good turn at bat

and a chance to live in paradise.

Ruled. Smote. He parted waters.

Worshiped by creatures who made God in man's image

and then He got disappointed, or worse, bored.

Picked up all His toys and left.

What was that?

Hitched a ride on your temporal lobe.

Saw your world.

That paradise you left behind, believe I'll take up residence.

Lend my guiding hand.

Ah, of course, because you've done such wonders with this place.

While I was in your head,

I saw what you're afraid of.

Being locked up again. Like you were in the Cage.

So after I'm done, you'll be left here.

Alone in agony forever.

(SIGHS)

Okay, bro, could you do me a favor?

Hmm?

Eat me.

(CHUCKLES)

(SCREAMING)

(SCREAMING CONTINUES)

(KEYBOARD CLACKING)

Anything?

No. Thanks.

Oh, yeah. I put out an APB out to every single hunter we know,

but Jack's off the grid.

Kid was pretty spun out.

We'll find him.

I mean, there's gotta be a sign at some point, right?

Yeah.

Kid can cause a tsunami with a hiccup.

I don't know. Maybe he's covering his tracks.

Or this apparent dearth of evidence is, in fact, the evidence.

The evidence of?

Of some horrific misadventure that's befallen him.

Like, being dragged down to Hell by Asmodeus.

(SIGHS) Or, possibly worse, being hijacked to Heaven by angels.

Yeah, but isn't he too fast and furious for angels?

Maybe, maybe not. That's what I'm gonna find out.

Find out from who? From the angels?

Yes.

All right. Well, let's go.

Dean, you can't accompany me.

My contact is already anxious about meeting,

and won't speak in the presence of a stranger.

So introduce me and then I'm not a stranger.

I'll bring a six-pack.

Dean, I swore I would protect this boy.

Let me do this.

Don't do anything stupid.

All right. I guess we're stuck in idle.

So... (CHUCKLES)

(DOOR CLOSES)

What do we do? Just sit around here and wait?

Or we could work a case.

I got three murders here a couple hundred miles apart, same MO.

They were all horribly tortured before having their throats slit.

Look at the body, next to it.

- She's a witch. - Mmm-hmm.

- Were they all witches? - Looking like.

These aren't hunter kills. (SIGHS)

They're more ritualistic. Like a sacrament or something.

Plus all their places were ransacked

which means somebody was looking for something.

ASMODEUS: Jack.

Jack.

Jack.

Lord Asmodeus?

Does no one think of knocking?

I have news of the Jack.

- What is it? - There is no news of the Jack.

We've exhausted all our resources.

How is this possible?

This is an entity of immense power, and yet I detect nothing.

The Winchesters are doing a masterful job of cloaking him.

I doubt that, since they don't have the Jack anymore, either.

Say what?

We have a hunter on the payroll who says

the Winchesters themselves are in a panic to find him.

Well, if they're not protecting the Nephilim, then who is?

(THUNDER CRACKING)

(GROANS)

Hey, hey, hey. I got an idea.

Why don't you wail on Mary Winchester for a while,

I'll go get a latte, okay? Or not.

Look at you. Claim to be a god in your world.

Here, you're pathetic.

(CHUCKLING)

Hey, you try inter-dimensional travel sometime, pal.

Definitely no-frills.

And just to be clear? I never claimed to be God, or a god, okay?

Where I come from, God is a paradox.

He's everywhere. In your mind.

In reality, he's nowhere. He left.

I, on the other hand, am the real deal.

I am everything humanity thinks I am, and worse.

That's who you're dealing with, pal.

But, hey, congratulations to you for being

king of the hill of this dead rock.

Unlike you, I'll be trading up.

Oh, you mean to the Earth?

Sorta need that pesky little rift to pull that trade off, right?

And it's, oh, missing.

For now. I consider myself a man with a plan.

Alternate universes? Not news. We've been exploring the idea.

We?

Bring him in.

The greatest minds on this dead rock.

Including...

Our Prophet of the Lord.

Kevin?

Kevin Tran?

Have we met?

Uh, we had one of you in our world. The other you is dead.

Don't care. What do you have for me?

I, uh...

I've assembled all the elements annotated in the angel tablets.

Of course, I haven't done this before, no one here has,

and any predictions are only predictive not declarative,

probabilities being what they are, could be, maybe. Or not.

But a fly in the ointment exists.

Yes?

The key ingredient.

Archangel grace, which you have refused to donate.

Don't screw with me, worm.

I am a vertebrate. Neither an annelid nor a nematode.

I don't need to waste my grace,

when there's plenty in the cupboard.

No. Touch me, and I'll... (GROANS)

Don't worry. I won't take it all.

Save some for a rainy day.

Say, "Ah."

(BREATHING HEAVILY, GROANS)

Yeah, Jody. No, I mean, we don't know what's going on,

we just know that they're all witches.

Yeah. All right. Will do. Thanks.

All right, check this out. (SIGHS)

This is the surveillance footage of the last victim

before she was kidnapped and killed.

She turned down an alley and that's when she got grabbed.

- Wait, stop. Stop, stop. - That?

There. Blow that up.

- No. Is that... - Ketch.

How is that possible?

It's not possible. That can't be Ketch.

Mom shot him, clean through the head.

Exactly. So that can't be Ketch.

What? You kidding me? You think I forget the face of the guy

who tried to kill me? Twice? That's him.

And he's 30 feet away from the girl who got tortured and murdered.

I say case solved.

Say it is Ketch, which I still don't understand why is... (STAMMERING)

WOMAN: Sam and Dean Winchester?

- Do we know you? - No. But I know you.

In my profession, it pays to know the enemy.

My name is Daniela. I'm a witch.

And I know you don't like witches.

But I also know you help people who are in trouble.

(THUNDER CRACKING)

It's ready.

Kevin, what are you doing getting mixed up with Michael?

I don't have a choice.

I'm a prophet, so I serve God, but there's no God to serve,

so I serve the ranking deity, which is Michael,

because I don't have a choice because I'm a prophet.

Idiot, can't you see Michael is a monster? Pure evil?

Okay, I'm confused. Aren't you Satan?

Which would make you the evil monster,

and besides, Michael's taking me with him to Paradise World

so I can meet hot women.

I'm sorry, what?

This better work.

Okay, disclaimer? What I'm making is a synthetically generated mega-force

which has not been tested and I've never done it before

and it should be enough to open the rift but I can't promise 100%.

- Just do it. - Okay.

Kevin?

Don't do it.

(CHANTING SPELL)

(GASPING)

What just happened?

Clearly the science wasn't perfect.

And, wow!

The spell's designed to admit one person inside.

Who saw that coming? (LAUGHS)

Fix this.

(POLICE SIREN BLARING)

Ouch. (SIGHS)

What is this? Cincinnati?

Excuse me, could you tell me where I am?

Just a moment of your time, sir? 'Cause I don't know...

Oh, my God. When are they ever gonna get those people off the street?

Excuse me. Those people?

No eye contact, Beverly.

You have no idea who you're talking to, lady.

Here. And don't go spending it on drugs now.

I'm Lucifer.

(SNAPS FINGERS)

(GRUNTING)

Honey, you're not Lucifer. My ex-husband's Lucifer.

(GRUNTS)

(SIGHS)

(WAILING)

I don't know anything!

Don't know anything about what?

Anything. At all.

I'm a motel clerk from a nowhere town where nothing happens to anyone. Okay?

Well, then how do you explain how Jack,

the infamous Nephilim,

along with the brothers Winchester,

all stayed in your no-tell motel?

What're you talking about?

(GASPS)

What miracles did you witness?

- What? - Where they going next?

The people in room 26, they were FBI agents.

Okay, they, they paid their bill in cash and they left.

I swear to God, I don't know anything.

You're just beating a dead horse.

Not quite.

(KARL SHUDDERING)

Please. Wait, wait, wait!

(GASPS)

Clean this up.

(VOICES WHISPERING)

Sir? What is it?

I'm sensing something.

Not the Nephilim. Something else.

More like...

(EVIL CHUCKLE)

You live here?

It's a safe house some of us use when we're in hiding.

From hunters, for instance. It's almost impossible to find.

Yeah, we noticed. All right. So here's the deal.

Uh, we trust you about as much as you trust us,

but we followed you here. So what's going on?

What's going on is, I survived.

He had me. The serial killer you're looking for.

Well, no one he's grabbed has lived. So why should we believe you?

This is how he tortures you.

Slow cuts with a red-hot knife.

While he was doing it, I managed to get a hand free enough to touch him

and whisper a spell to disable him,

just long enough to get away.

What did he want?

He kept asking the same thing over and over again.

"Where is Rowena MacLeod?"

- Rowena? - Rowena's dead.

That's what I told him. That's what everybody's been telling him.

That's why he'll keep doing this until he hears what he wants.

Did he happen to have a British accent?

Yeah. Why, do you...

Is this him?

Yes.

You have to find him. He has to be looking for me,

he knows I can identify him.

Yeah, we want him, too.

You can't tell anyone you spoke to me

until he's caught.

No one can know where I am.

Hmm. Well, about that. I was thinking just the opposite.

(CLOCK CHIMING)

(WOOD CREAKING)

(WOOD CREAKING)

(HEAVY BREATHING)

(CLATTERING)

- (HISSING) - (GASPING)

(CHUCKLES)

(GROANING)

(GASPING, COUGHING)

- I gotcha. I gotcha. All right. - (COUGHING)

(DANIELA GASPING)

One more time. How are you not dead?

One more time, why should I be?

Because we killed you.

Apparently not.

(GROANS, COUGHS)

Don't mess with us, okay?

You already killed Mick, you tried to kill us.

You messed our mom right up.

We're already pissed off. So I wouldn't do that.

(GROANING)

Oh, look at that. You got rid of your tattoo.

Was it a stick on? It was a stick on, wasn't it? Yeah.

What? Tattoo? I would never...

Oh. (CHUCKLES)

I think I know what's going on here.

Really?

You have me confused with my brother.

- Your brother? - Arthur.

I'm Alexander. His twin.

Do I look stupid to you?

Is that a trick question?

(GROANING)

Whoo!

So you're seriously gonna sit there with a straight face

and tell us that you have an evil twin?

If reducing things to that black and white level helps you, fine.

Arthur was the family success story.

The headliner. Our Donny Osmond.

Mmm.

All right, Marie. What's your story?

(SIGHS)

Arthur and I attended a feeder school for the British Men of Letters.

Kendricks, we know all about it. Just get to the point.

When it came time to initiate into the organization I...

Fled. It wasn't for me and if they were to find me...

I'd be dead.

It's really funny because, you know, your name never came up.

Well, no doubt.

Arthur felt I brought shame to the family and to the Men of Letters.

He had to work twice as hard to make up for my...

Public failure.

And I had to work thrice as hard to disappear.

Live in the shadows.

- Do my work. - What work?

Killing monsters.

All over the world. For a fee.

- A hunter. - A mercenary.

A man with my sort of training has limited options.

The witches? Who's bankrolling their deaths?

I'm doing that pro bono.

Why do you keep asking for Rowena MacLeod?

She's a witch, isn't she? (CHUCKLES)

Isn't that what we hunters do?

Kill the bad thing?

So,

I've dug up a pretty hefty paper trail on Alexander Ketch.

Birth certificate, US Visa and passport,

academic records from Kendricks for Arthur and Alexander.

- Sam? - Dean, I went into the hard drive

I took from the Brits' US base.

There are academic initiation papers drawn up for both Ketches,

with Alexander's remaining incomplete.

Yeah, I don't care how good this story looks, I ain't buying it.

(SIGHS)

All right. For argument's sake,

we know mom shot Arthur.

And we know we dumped his corpse into the waste canal.

So even if this is weird, yes, it's weird,

but we eat weird every day.

Yeah, but there's Ripley's Believe It or Not! weird

and there's weird that's just straight-up bull.

Now I'm thinking that Ketch weird is door number two.

(SIGHS)

So, even though you and your brother both saw my brother, Arthur,

shot point-blank, you still question his demise?

Yeah. It's probably smart to question everything about Arthur Ketch.

Probably. Yes. I know I'm still trying to figure him out.

Hmm.

The Arthur Ketch we knew was sadistic.

Amoral, predatory. Loyal to no one.

You're wrong there. Not amoral, and, actually, loyal to a fault.

What you witnessed was an incredibly good company man.

Not an easy job.

Sounds like it would be easier to be Alexander than to be Arthur, yeah?

To a degree. No glory, yes, but no burdens either.

Hmm.

You admire him.

Maybe, uh, wanted to be like him.

Like you, I understood my brother's issues.

And why he did what he did.

I suspect if he were here,

he'd admit regret to some of the things he did to your family.

Dumah, thank you for agreeing to meet with me.

This is a matter of great urgency. It's imperative that I locate Jack.

You mean the Nephilim?

CASTIEL: Yes. Do the angels have him?

No.

Okay, you're certain he's not maybe sitting in Metatron's old cell? Or...

If we had him, he wouldn't be imprisoned.

He would be put to work.

What do you mean?

Castiel, the angels...

Our numbers were greatly diminished after the fall.

No one's made new angels since the dawn of creation.

We're going extinct.

It would need a powerful force to make more of us.

You mean, Jack?

Even if he had that power, what makes you think he'd cooperate?

He may not have a choice.

So, you're planning to enslave him for some kind of experiment?

Castiel, he's not your pet.

He belongs to all of us.

You did well, Dumah.

You delivered him as promised.

We hear you have influence with the Nephilim.

He'll listen to you.

No.

I will not help you.

Ever the renegade.

Castiel, please. Come with us.

(GRUNTING)

LUCIFER: Drop the blade, Dumah.

(CASTIEL GASPING)

You hesitate?

This isn't gonna be one of those "make my day" moments, is it?

Okay. Bye-bye.

(COUGHING)

What're you doing back in this world?

What're you doing alive?

It's complicated.

Same here. Obviously, getting here took its toll.

You're weak.

Yeah, I'm clearly not myself.

But, oh, cowboy, I'm not that weak.

And you and I need to talk.

I have no interest in talking to you.

And if this about your son...

Okay, I get it. I get it.

Custody of my son is a non-starter.

But if you can please just shelve the eternal enemies thing for a second,

we have a situation.

And by "we," I mean everything alive.

We're sorta all gonna die.

- (ROCK MUSIC PLAYING) - (LIVELY CHATTER)

Everything I am telling you is true.

You were there, man. You saw what that place was like.

The Michael I just described to you is responsible for that.

What? Will you do me a favor and stop looking at the door

every five seconds, like you wanna get out of here?

You'll forgive me if I'm a little on edge.

The last time we were together, you killed me.

Well, last time we were together, you stabbed me.

- I'm sorry. - You wanna dwell on the past? I don't.

I'm not myself anyway, what am I gonna do?

Okay?

Look, it's time to save the world.

Be the heroic Castiel instead of the butt of Heaven's joke.

I am not the...

I'm, you know, just saying.

Okay. How do I save the world?

- We. We. Yeah. Yeah. - Okay.

Look, you protected my son. He trusts you.

If you can convince him to be on our team,

I think the combined power of the three of us can drive Michael back.

I'm telling you, this guy is not the same Michael that we knew.

- He's much more powerful. - Okay. If this Michael...

Not if, when. When. The guy's on a mission.

Well, you would seem to be the weak link on this team.

Okay, that hurt.

That was unnecessary.

And I'll let it go.

Yes, my grace is a little bit depleted. But give me time, man.

Work this out with me.

Hypothetically, um, let's say you're lying

and I help you find your son and then you kill me again.

Cut me a little bit of slack. Please.

That unhinged thing and that meth-head Kevin Tran

are about to bust through that door.

God isn't here.

It's just us. We're all we got, in case you hadn't noticed.

(SIGHS) I have to talk to Sam and Dean.

(GROANING)

(STAMMERING)

Why, why? With all their second guessing and their whining?

This is an emergency, Castiel,

and all they're gonna wanna do is put me back in the Cage.

That's all I want.

All right, then.

You need me, I need you.

And we both need my son.

No, not changing the subject, but we'll get back to it.

I just wanna ask you, how did you hide him so well?

I mean, I tried to get a beat on him and no bueno.

Jack. Your son's name is Jack.

Jack.

(CLICKS TONGUE)

Wow.

Is he...

(CHUCKLES)

Awesome? I mean, is he a chip off the old block?

Thankfully, no.

No, he seems to favor the mother.

Uh-huh. All right. That's nothing that we can't fix.

But, seriously, I mean, why can't I, you know, detect a presence?

I don't know. He...

He's okay though, right?

Oh, I'm sure he's fine.

Well, you don't sound sure.

- Is he in your body? - No.

- Somewhere more distant? - Yes. More that.

Oh, my Dad.

You have no idea where he is.

(SIGHS)

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Hello? Yes, this is Agent Russell. I did give you my card, yeah.

Really?

What kind of questions?

Okay and when was this?

What did he look like?

Yeah, no. We will check into it. Thank you very much.

What was that all about?

That was the manager of The Stampede Motel,

- place we stayed at in Dodge City. - Right.

Guess his front desk clerk went missing,

right after some dude showed up asking questions about Jack.

- You get a name? - Nope. (SIGHS)

But, from his description, evil Colonel Sanders.

Asmodeus.

- Tracking Jack. - Yeah.

Which means he's two steps behind him, which means we need to find him fast.

I should say.

- What the hell is this? - He's in chains.

There's no bathroom in the armory,

and he hadn't eaten in, like, a day and a half.

Do I look like I care?

Judging by your rage,

my brother must've behaved very badly.

I understand your mother is the one who killed him?

And he had it coming after what he did to her.

Hmm.

And how is she now?

She's good.

Would you put him back? Hmm?

(SIGHS)

(KEYPAD BEEPING)

(LINE RINGING)

DEAN: Cass? Any news on Jack? We need to find him fast.

Nothing yet. But interesting things are happening. We...

What?

Yes. I would like to see you too, the sooner the better.

- (BEEPS) - (LINE DISCONNECTS)

Cass?

You know, smooth was never your strong suit.

Hey.

(CELL PHONE BEEPS)

What's up?

Something didn't seem right.

Well, track his phone. Let's go.

Yes. Let's.

No. No, you are not a part of "let's."

(ENGINE REVVING)

(BEEPING)

Man, I hate the idea of Ketch on his own in the bunker.

He's locked up tight. Not going anywhere.

(SCOFFS) Yeah.

(SIGHS) How we looking? We still got a lock on Cass's signal?

Sure do. I nailed down his location.

He's not much further, so...

Don't worry. You did tell him not to do anything stupid.

(SCOFFS) Right. When's the last time that's worked?

It's bad enough the Winchesters were babysitting my son,

but then they manage to lose him?

With Heaven, Hell, and everything in between hunting him down?

In their defense, they were doing their best to educate him.

About what?

What could they possibly know about an entity like Jack?

About his potential?

Well, having seen it first-hand,

they know that his potential needs to be carefully channeled.

Really?

Kid's a bruiser, huh?

(CHUCKLES)

Come on, man. Let me have this a little bit.

Just tell me one thing.

Did he hurt 'em?

- Did they suffer? Just a little bit... - I...

(THUNDER CRACKING)

Hey, man.

Lord Lucifer.

LUCIFER: Little Asmodeus.

My one-time stooge,

runt of the litter, uh,

dimmest bulb in the string, et cetera, et cetera.

I see, you must've taken over Crowley's spot, yeah?

That's okay you can stand down now.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Skipper's back.

Well, here's the thing, Lou,

I'm real satisfied with my current position.

Hell is humming along quite nicely, thank you.

But I do hope you and your little lap angel will pay me a visit.

Yeah, well, see that's the thing.

We're all booked up, buddy.

Oh, I won't take no for an answer.

Now, you know better than to screw with me, Asmodeus.

Oh, I knew better than to screw with the old you.

But this new version seems a little more screw-able.

(INHALES SHARPLY)

- So help me... - Aw. Please.

(BOTH GROANING)

There's nobody here.

(SHOUTING)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(SCREAMS)

(PANTING)

(STAMMERS) How did you get out of the armory? You... Chains.

Lock pick.

If you'd done the prescribed cavity search,

as you should've, you'd have found it.

I grabbed some weapons from your toy box

and a motorcycle from your garage, et voilà.

- What's become of your angel? - (COCKS GUN)

Not sure.

But I am sure about you, Arthur.

DEAN: You know, I gotta hand it to you.

That paper trail you cooked up, pretty impressive.

But my gut told me it was baloney.

Looks like my gut was right.

See, I've been in it with you, Arthur.

I've seen your moves. We've gone toe-to-toe.

And I saw that look in your eye when you asked about our mom.

So why don't you cut the crap?

Actually, everything I told you was true.

Well, except for the, uh, twin brother thing.

I am separated from the British Men of Letters,

lying low because they will kill me for desertion.

I make a rather good living as a sort of soldier of fortune.

Deep underground.

For a certain sort of clientele who appreciate my skill set.

And I do use the name Alexander.

How is it you're still alive?

I believe you're familiar with the witch Rowena MacLeod?

- So? - She was captured

by the British Men of Letters some years back.

I discovered she'd sewn a powerful charm

into her body that could bring her back, should she be killed.

I struck a deal wherein she did the same for me,

in return for allowing her to escape.

So after we dumped your body, you...

Good as new.

Only problem is, once the device is used, it needs to be re-charged.

Which is why you're hunting for Rowena.

Well, sorry, Lucifer burned her up. She's dead.

Is she?

Why'd you come here? You could've run.

Did it ever occur to you, Dean,

that I might actually be one of the good guys?

No. Not even once.

You and I were soldiers in opposing armies who were at war.

Well, the thing about war is,

one side wins.

I suppose you're right.

(SAM AND DEAN GASPING)

(GROANING)

(GRUNTING)

(PANTING)

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

- ASMODEUS: Hello, Dean. - Cass?

Hey. You okay?

We tried to track you down, but you were gone.

We ran into a bunch of demons. What's happening?

I'm sorry, I'm fine.

I tried to call and warn you, but I couldn't get a signal.

Okay, well, what's going on?

I'm following a very interesting lead.

I'll fill you in when I know more.

See you soon, Dean.

As I was saying, I'm a collector.

I like to be prepared.

Lucifer could be useful.

Castiel is a card to play if the Winchester's get out of line.

And if there's any truth to the story

that a new version of Michael is coming,

I will definitely need that Nephilim.

You really needn't worry.