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-This isn't how the story's supposed to end. -This isn't just a story. lt's our lives!

-So God or no God, you go to hell. -Fine.

Hey, Chuck!

-[Chuck] The story's over. Welcome to the end. -[Dean] What's happening?

[Castiel] Souls from hell.

It's not Jack. lt's a demon.

-How in the hell? -Hi. Uh...

-My name's Belphegor. -I said get out of him.

No, I can help.

If you wanted to buy some time, you could always contain the ghosts.

-Contain them how? -[Bel] lmagine a salt circle a mile wide.

No ghosts get in, no ghosts get out.

Let's go.

[clown cackling]

[sighs]

[gasps]

Oh, Rob.

You didn't evacuate? And you seem to be breathing fine.

You ask me, this whole benzine leak sounds phony.

Everyone's been camped out at the high school for two days.

I just snuck back to get Debbie's allergy meds.

With all this going on, you know what she worried about?

That they'll cancel the school spelling bee.

She studied her butt off for it.

Do you, uh... [clears throat] Do you think they'll cancel the spelling bee?

Rob?

Oh!

[grunting]

Disembowel.

D-i-s-e-m-b-o-w-e-l. Disembowel.

I don't know how much longer we can control them.

I don't think they're buying the benzine story.

-One man told me his wife, she's gone missing. -Wait, what? Who?

He said her name was Nan.

All right, we'll find her.

Will you tell the hunters in the Zone to keep an eye out?

-Got it. -Thank you.

Give me a minute.

Can l have your attention?

Excuse me.

Can l--?

[clears throat] Excuse me!

Can l have your attention, please?

Great.

First off, we expect to have you back in your homes shortly.

EPA techs will be here tomorrow to determine the source of the elevated benzine levels,

and how to properly respond.

In the meantime, it's essential you stay out of the Quarantine Zone until it's safe.

Thanks.

Okay. Any questions?

[whining]

Too much EMF. You can still see them, right?

Yeah. There were some over there, but they spotted us and left.

Not their favorite.

-You were a dick to them in hell, huh? -No. I did my job. It's hell, not a day spa.

Can't believe I've teamed up with a demon again.

-Think I'd know better by now. -Teaming up with a hunter.

I could say the same.

-Why are you helping? -I told you, I like hell the way it was.

I'm a good soldier.

Escape attempt. Eleven o'clock.

Nice shot.

-He hit the warding. At least it's holding. -For now.

This spell isn't gonna last forever, and these aren't your normal ghosty-ghosts.

-They're more dangerous. -Dangerous how?

Like that guy you just shot? It's Francis Tumblety.

Who?

Uh, Jack the Ripper.

Cool.

I did ask them again, Andy. It's the same old runaround.

They're doing everything they can.

-Right. -I just-- What can we do?

I don't know.

There's something going on in this town, and it ain't the benzine.

Nan went out, and she never came back.

We're gonna get in there and we're gonna find her.

They got guys patrolling the town.

-Guys with guns. -Not enough of them.

The area's too big.

Hey, we'll find a way.

[ghosts chattering]

[Francis] Order. l will have order.

Shut up!

Oh.

I know you're all wondering why we were spit out of hell and what's going on.

Well, I have answers.

It appears we were liberated by cataclysm at the hands of... ready?

God himself.

Yes. l overheard it from the louts who hold us captive: hunters.

How do you know they're hunters?

I just got shot with rock salt. Wild guess.

Further, the hunters are being abetted by demons.

I personally had an encounter with none other than Belphegor.

What do you suggest, doctor?

Reach out to all the cowards hiding in the shadows and tell them to stand with us.

Our strength is in numbers.

We will find a way out of here.

But the warding.

Warding is a door. Doors have locks.

Locks have keys, or they can be forced.

But until we find a way,

we make it as ugly as possible for those who stand guard.

[gunshots nearby]

[indistinct shouting]

I just think we need to tell the family something.

I mean, we found his wife's body.

-Cass, we will when we can. -When we can?

Cass, we have people outside that door who are barely keeping it together.

-If we start talking murder-- -Knock-knock!

Am l interrupting something juicy?

No.

-Rowena. Thanks for coming. -Samuel.

Castiel.

Ooh, a town full of ghosts! Messy, even by Winchester standards.

-We're hoping you can help. -Can you boys do nothing on your own?

Very well, what do you want?

Remember when we were trying to get rid of Amara?

God's sister. Aye, sticky business, that.

-You made a crystalline device. A bomb. -You want to blow up the ghosts?

No, no, no. The "bomb" was powered by souls. Souls that were sucked into it.

And ghosts are nothing but souls.

I hope you're not thinking--

-If we can trap them in a crystal... -Samuel, no!

That was so difficult. lt took everything l had.

-Rowena. -Sam?

We got a situation.

Dean, what's going on?

Guy's wife disappeared. I guess he came back in here looking for her.

Hey, uh, guys. What's happening?

We're gonna have to ask you to leave this area and head back to the school.

Sam, they're possessed.

Clear the way. We're leaving.

Open the warding. Now.

Obviously, that's not gonna happen.

We're not in the mood to argue.

His insides are being torn apart by the spirit possessing him.

So sad.

That's far enough. Stop.

The warding. Now!

Hello, lads.

Okay. Ketch, how are you here?

Oh, I just happened to be in the area

when you sent out word looking for help with your little...situation.

Eh?

[Dean] All right. Well, that's... Lucky us.

What is that?

Uh, it fires iron flakes, expelling ghosts without harm to the possessed victim.

Courtesy of the British Men of Letters.

I lifted it, along with a few other toys, when l left.

Dear? l'd prefer a wee shot of Scotch, 1 8-year-old single malt, if you have it handy.

Ah, a witch with fine taste.

Rowena, l do hope there's no hard feelings still after our initial introduction.

My people were holding you prisoner...

But you let me escape, and l haven't forgotten.

Mm.

Rowena's working on a gadget that vacuums up souls.

Oh. Fascinating.

It's what I do.

Problem is, ghosts keep coming and the warding we put up is only gonna last so long.

-So all hands on deck. -Right.

The streets are quiet, which just means they're planning their next move.

-Jack? -Um...

No. I get that a lot.

-So Jack is...? -Dead.

-Jack is dead. -Killed by God.

-I guess the kid got under his skin. -And now l'm under Jack's.

[Bel chuckles]

Yeah, literally. Belphegor's the name.

You're Belphegor?

And you're assisting Sam and Dean with the ghost business?

-This is awkward. -What?

Truth be told, in my current employment as a free-lance contractor,

I was asked to, um, assassinate the demon Belphegor.

-So you're not here to help? -I certainly am now.

I was told Belphegor was a monstrous threat to humanity.

Apparently not correct. Yes?

Who told you that?

-An attractive female demon named-- -Ardat.

She doesn't like you.

Point is, don't kill him, all right? We need him.

For now.

Mm. Nice touch, Kimiko.

Ah, feel free to go deeper.

Oh. Oh. Maybe not that deep.

Whoa!

You.

Hi, sis.

Did you smite my masseuse?

Oh, my G...

We agreed to give each other space.

I'm totally on board with that. Truly, I am. I just felt like checking in. We are family.

You're the darkness. l'm the light.

So how about the Game of Thrones ending?

-Ha. Pretty great, right? -Small talk? Really?

Why are you here?

First Nan went missing, now Dave and Sheri.

We're looking for them everywhere.

You said you'd keep us safe.

This is quite a list of ingredients. Hope you got an Amazon account.

Prime.

The trap requires a tricky bit of spellery. I need what l need. Even then, no guarantee.

Well, you're the mad scientist.

So tell me about Arthur Ketch.

Seems like you've met.

That was more a torturer-torturee relationship.

Fun, but I didn't really get to know him.

Rowena, we have ourselves a crisis on our hands, okay?

Find yourself another boy toy. You don't wanna get involved with Ketch.

Don't I?

-Hey. -Yeah, hey.

Dean, I recognize that l dropped the puck.

Ball.

It's "drop the ball."

Ball, right.

I didn't tell you about Jack, and after what happened with your mother--

Don't.

-You are angry. -Yes, l am angry.

At everything. All of it.

-All of it? -This mess. All the messes.

Turns out we're just hamsters running in a wheel our whole lives.

What do we have to show for it, huh?

Tell me you don't feel conned.

God's been lying to you, Cass, forever.

-You bought into the biggest scam in history. -You don't think I'm angry?

After what Chuck did? After what he took from me? He killed Jack.

-But that doesn't mean it was all a lie. -Really?

Chuck is all-knowing. He knew the truth. He just kept it to himself.

Well, now that his cover's blown, everything that we've done is for what? Nothing?

Even if we didn't know

that all of the challenges we've faced were born of Chuck's machinations,

how would we describe it all?

We'd call it "life."

Because that's precisely what life is.

It's an obstacle course. Maybe Chuck designed the obstacles, but we ran our own race.

We made our own moves.

And mostly, we did well with that.

Did we?

I'll tell you what we do know.

Nothing about our lives is real.

Everything that we've lost, everything that we are, is because of Chuck.

So maybe you can stick your head back in the sand.

Maybe you can pretend that we actually had a choice...

but l can't.

Dean.

You asked what about all of this is real.

We are.

Oh, hey. Almost forgot.

You're gonna want to wear this.

Uh, not really "me."

-Neither is possession. It's iron. Put it on. -Mm-hm.

So based on what you're telling me, the enemy is actually God?

Yeah. Go figure.

You guys come up with a cool weapon for him?

No, God was always more theoretical. More rumor than fact.

So, um...

-Tell me about the witch. -Oh, come on, what is it with you two?

[cell phone beeps]

Trouble. Two hunters haven't checked in.

[door slams closed]

That's not good. Ben? Frankie?

[voice] Stop it.

Stop.

Get out.

Now!

Kevin?

I don't believe it.

Yeah, l was gonna meet up with you guys sooner, but l kind ofjust got here.

-Kevin Tran, former prophet. -Arthur Ketch, former assassin.

Mostly.

What are you--? What are you doing here? You're supposed to be in heaven.

-Not so much. -Chuck said he was sending you to heaven.

Yeah, what he said, not what he did.

He lied? For what, kicks?

Turns out, God's a dick.

It doesn't matter. We'll get you to heaven, after we shove these ghosts back down.

At least the town is warded.

Yeah, but it's fading. I can feel it.

So the others feel it as well?

Not sure. If they do, you've got a lot of problems.

Your pals know that you, me, and Sam have history?

You did just yell at them and save my ass.

I yell at them all the time. They take it.

Since God himself cast me down, I've got kind of a bad boy rep.

That means you can mingle?

[woman on TV] Vegetables and herbs are finely chopped, added to a zesty...

[dialogue on TV continues indistinctly]

[sighs]

I called room service an hour ago. How long does a burger take?

You know, that, uh, little retreat of ours,

it taught me how priceless our relationship is.

And since l'm on an extended break from my omniscient benevolence,

why not use the time to deepen what we have?

Why not drop by another dimension? Check it out.

Maybe start a new species.

Huh? You know, a family project.

Sound good?

I'm fine.

I'm running a hot streak in craps.

I like Reno.

Everyone here is so not you.

What? Do l have a booger?

Interesting.

What is it?

I don't know.

You need me.

Of course I need you, Amara. You're my big sis.

You've never needed me.

What is going on?

Oh.

Oh, there it is.

-Your shoulder. -Ow! Ah!

Something happened.

You're not complete. You're not at full strength.

And you're afraid.

Look, it's great to have Kevin around.

Even Ghost Kevin. But do you think it's safe, having him do what he's doing?

No. No. l mean, none of this is safe for any of us.

But if he can get us some information, you know...

Would you stop sneaking up on us?

We just heard from a reliable source that the warding is fading.

Yeah, sure. Sure. Like l said it would.

Guess l just assumed you two pros would've wrapped it up by now.

-What can l say? Goofy optimist. -[Dean] Okay.

Meanwhile, we need you to charge her back up.

Oh, yeah, if only. Sorry, guys, it was a one-time thing.

Well, Kevin says the ghosts may sense its weakness.

Oh, "Kevin says"? Kevin Tran? Whiney Kevin Tran? Ugh, typical millennial.

Kevin's not even supposed to be in hell, okay?

When this is all over, we'll send him up to heaven where he belongs.

Yeah, not gonna happen.

Souls cast down to hell? That's the end of it.

-Heaven can't take them. -[Sam] That's not true.

Our dad made it to heaven after he was in hell.

-And Bobby Singer. -So God made an exception.

Didn't he used to like you two?

Just saying. Without the big guy...

them's the rules.

[grunts]

Still the shoulder?

Yeah, l'm okay. lt's getting better.

-I felt it. -Yes, yes, l felt it too.

The warding that surrounds us is indeed beginning to falter.

So just hang loose for a while. When it fails, we just stroll out of here.

No, I say we seize the moment.

Use our collective strength.

Find the most vulnerable point in the warding, mass our power, and break through now.

Then back to all the fun that sent us to hell in the first place.

We can't be the only ones noticing the wall's got issues.

The hunters will be working overtime to send us back.

[ghost whooshes]

What have we here?

Well, look who hell just coughed up. Kevin Tran.

Yeah? So what?

Answer the lady. What do we do about the hunters?

You tell me, Kevin.

Aren't you privy to their plans?

Who, me?

Are you kidding?

[both chuckle]

In hell, l was never as impressed by you as my more gullible colleagues.

I've heard demons say that in life, you were quite closely connected to the hunters.

To the Winchesters, in particular.

You know how the Hellspawn are, all they talk about is Sam and Dean, Sam and Dean...

Okay, I've had enough of this.

[grumbles]

[Rowena] l do like a left-brained man.

Logic, cause and effect, calculations. Very butch.

It does, however, lack the more nuanced perspective of the right brain.

The, um, voodoo, booga-booga perspective.

One might welcome the coupling of both.

Ah.

The dominating, analytical enforcer, you.

And the pulsating, throbbing firebrand, me.

Hmm.

In the spirit of coupling...

may I suggest a shortcut to your alchemy?

One we used at the British Men of Letters?

Right.

Oh!

I think you'll find you can skip the next two steps.

The power of science.

But if we were to marry the power of science

with the power of magic,

we might find we had a situation

that was highly explosive.

[cell phone ringing]

Yes, Dean, what?

Aye, it's almost there.

But you can't rush these things.

Fine. Fine!

All right. [clears throat]

Rowena, delicious to see you again.

Francis Tumblety!

You're an unfaithful dog.

Oh, and you're Mary Poppins?

You know, I always thought of you as special. I gutted my other dates.

I told you centuries back our liaison was finito, so let me pass.

What's in the bag, Red?

Oh, don't tell me you're working with the hunters now? How sad.

But perhaps there's a silver lining. You can deliver a message.

Tell the Winchesters we have their boy. And we want to talk.

5879 Maple. We'll be waiting.

You there. Charm school. Run.

[Rowena panting]

I got here as quick as I could.

Ketch and I were attacked by ghosts. He may still be fighting them.

-Are you okay? -He-- Francis said they have your boy.

Kevin?

-Did you bring the soul catcher? -Is that what you're calling it?

I like soul catcher.

Aye, but with all the fuss, there's no telling if it works.

Well, if it doesn't, nice knowing all of you.

The Messrs. of Winchester.

I hope this encounter's more productive than the last one.

-You said you wanna talk. -Indeed.

The terms are quite simple.

You shut down the warding, I won't devour Kevin whole.

[Dean] Well, here's our offer.

You go to hell.

Not what it's cracked up to be.

[yelling]

Well, boys, what's it gonna be?

[speaks magic words]

[Kevin] Thanks.

I think my badass days in hell may be over.

Yeah, looks like.

Nice work, Rowena.

Uh, it's not as powerful as the first one. A few ghosts at a time, I'm afraid.

-A lot of them got away. -So, what now?

They have a backup plan. They know the warding's fading.

They think if they mass all the ghosts at its weakest point, they'll be able to bust out.

Where's its weakest point?

So... Not good.

You can see them? How many are there?

A hundred. At least. More keep coming.

Easy.

It's just me.

Yeah, that's not gonna work.

There's too many.

How about it?

[speaks magic words]

It's working.

Ketch.

Son of a bitch.

[shotgun clicks]

Oh, Dean. Did you run out?

Wouldn't matter anyway. And thank you. Thank you so very much.

Francis.

The thing about souls is...

they're almost pure power.

So even with the few trapped inside your little gizmo here,

I am in possession of a massively powerful weapon.

One which l will happily use to blow open that warding.

[speaks magic words]

I tried to heal him, but it didn't work. I don't know why.

You're probably just tired, Cass. We all are.

They're gonna get you fixed up.

Sorry about the whole iron bullets. Just didn't seem to be another way.

Oh, admit it. You've killed me once, you've been itching to do it again.

Well, there's that.

Take care, man.

[ambulance siren wails]

Hey. Kevin said he wants to leave.

Leave? No, no, no. We gotta get you into heaven.

How?

Belphegor says...

I've been in hell, heaven can't let me in.

Kevin, being a ghost with nothing to hold you anywhere...

That'd be a terrible way to exist.

It's true.

Look, l've got two options, hell or Earth.

In one l get tortured for eternity, in the other l might go crazy.

Guess l'll take door number two.

I won't go back to hell.

Maybe...

I know Belphegor can't power up the warding.

But maybe he could make just a bit of it dip?

For a minute. Enough to let me out.

I'm sorry, Kevin.

-I wish there was some way to make this right. -Me too.

But there isn't...

and sometimes you just gotta accept that.

Besides, I'm better off than l was.

-And there's a whole world out there. -Would you come on already?

Take care, Kev.

I love you guys.

[Chuck] Going somewhere?

Yes.

Great. Where we headed?

Alone. I'm going alone.

Amara, we've been all through this.

-We belong together. -Yes.

Yes. Yin, yang, balance of nature.

I'm willing to co-exist with you, brother. In the universe.

Just not, you know, anywhere near you.

Hey, don't test me.

I front the group. You sing backup.

Oh, really?

Because you're God?

-Amara, just-- -Don't.

Even on your best day, you couldn't force my hand.

And this is not your best day.

In fact...

I don't think you can do much of anything.

A few parlor tricks, perhaps.

But you can't leave this world, not without my help, and me?

I'm done, Chuck.

I've changed, I've adapted. I've become the better me.

And you? You are still the same.

Petulant, narcissistic. So l'm leaving you here.

Once, long ago, you sealed me away.

Now, in a way, I'm doing the same to you.

You're trapped.

Diminished.

Abandoned.

So I guess you've got what you always wanted.

You're on your own.

[door opens]

[door closes]

What's going on?

They just keep coming.

Soon they're gonna overrun us again.

And once my spell comes crashing down...

My little toy isn't strong enough to handle all this.

We have to find another way. Before it's too late.

All right. Then that's what we'll do.

How?