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[Dean] Not everything we did was because of Chuck.

It was us.

The blood, the sweat, the tears, that's us!

There's no way that Chuck lets us die like this.

-[Chuck] Hi, Sam. -You're weak.

We're connected by these wounds.

But all good things must come to an end.

You cannot change my mind.

God lied to me. I will help you.

To bind the spell together,

the nectar from a Leviathan blossom, that only grows in one place.

Purgatory.

[Dean] Sam, smash it. Now!

I can't. l'm sorry. I...

Sammy lost hope, and now I'm free.

[Castiel] Grigori. They were some of the first angels on Earth.

[Sam] They'd been hunting humans, feeding off them.

It's time.

[Dean] Being normal is fine. But you and me, there's zero about our lives that's normal.

If we don't fix this, we might kill each other by accident.

So, uh...

-Alaska? -Alaska.

[Johnny Horton's "North To Alaska" playing]

♪ Up to Alaska ♪

♪ Go north, the rush is on ♪

♪ North to Alaska ♪

♪ Go north, the rush is on ♪

♪ Big Sam left Seattle in the year of '92... ♪

Come on, Joey.

Give me a chance.

Bank side.

What? No.

No, no.

No.

No, no, no, no, no, no!

Hey! No fights.

[kisses]

[Leonard grunts] Hey, hey, hey!

-Hey, stop! Come on! -You know the rules.

Just one more game, please? You know l'm good for it.

Sorry, pal. You're out of luck.

Come on.

Come on!

[groaning]

Great, Leonard.

Great.

♪ Where the river is winding Big nuggets they're finding ♪

♪ North to Alaska ♪

[truck horn honking]

♪ Go north, the rush is on ♪

[Castiel] Sam?

Dean?

Alaska?

[phone beeping, keys clicking]

Silent mode is always an option.

Yeah. Right. Sorry.

And how's Eileen doing?

She's hanging in there.

She thinks our plan sounds a little too good to be true.

You know, maybe she's right.

I mean, how long have we been on the road,

looking for some place Garth says will supercharge our luck?

Maybe. And, l mean, luck?

Is that really even gonna fix our whole problem?

It couldn't hurt.

I don't know how much more of this normal life crap I can take.

Dude, the credit cards, the car trouble.

The constant freaking heartburn.

You know, if you changed your diet, you--

All l'm saying is that this place, it's not even in the lore.

Other than Garth, no one has even heard of it.

No, it's there.

It's gotta be.

I mean, Chuck didn't do this to us just to teach us some messed up lesson.

You know, he wants us off our game.

He wants us weak...

because he's coming for us, Sammy.

And when he does, if we haven't figured this out...

we're DOA.

[cell phone ringing]

Hello?

Uh, yeah. Uh, Jeb Evans, Sheriff's Department, Cushing, Oklahoma.

Uh, I'm looking for an FBI Agent Watts.

Um... Yeah, Agent Watts is working a case in Alaska.

-This is Agent, uh, Lizzo. -Hmm.

Well, I guess a fed's a fed, right? [chuckles]

Listen, we got a homicide down here,

and my file says that our suspect might be one of yours.

The murderer is someone we're looking for?

It says Agent Watts started a file on him last spring,

and to call with any information regarding a Jack Kline.

Jack.

That name ring a bell?

Yeah.

[Dean groans]

Hey.

What are we doing? Why'd we stop?

Last call on food for the next few hundred miles.

Grab something out of the cooler.

Yeah, l polished off the last of the sandwiches while you were out.

We're on a budget.

What can we get for, uh, 4.60?

Um, slice of pie and a cup of coffee.

Two forks.

-Damn, I was hoping for a cheeseburger. -You can't even digest cheese anymore.

Dude, Lactaid.

All right. So if Garth is right, we take this road.

But, honestly, it doesn't look like there's anything up there.

-Hey, how long you lived here? -All my life.

Right.

-Can you tell us what is up that road? -No.

Are you for real? Did Candy put you up to this?

No, nobody put us up to this.

We're just headed that way and wanted to know if anything's there.

Forget it. Sounds nuts.

Nuts is good. Yeah.

Couple of, uh, Mr. Frigging Peanuts here.

Okay. There's kind of this, um, urban legend around here,

about this place in the middle of nowhere.

It's a pool hall...

that is magic.

Magic pool hall?

I told you.

They say that if you get up there and you win, then you come back lucky.

Like, hit-the-Powerball lucky.

Sounds good to me.

-Except for no one ever does. -What do you mean?

Um... One of our regulars, Leonard...

the bank was coming for his house, so he went out to find the place,

and he never came back.

Heard he had some sort of accident.

[phone ringing]

-Excuse me. -Go ahead.

Okay, guess now we know what the downside is.

Not from where I'm sitting.

A pool hall that makes you lucky or might kill you?

It sounds like a demon or a witch.

Or it could be awesome.

It's pool, the game of champions, kings.

My game. Hell, our game.

How many great memories do we have hustling pool?

Yeah, because we had to. To eat.

Okay. My point is, is that if pool is the way that we get our mojo back,

then maybe we ain't as screwed as we thought.

Hey, you guys drive an lmpala?

I, uh, think you have a flat.

-[Jeb] Okay, you got the video, right? -Uh, yes.

Okay, so Vic was a local doctor,

and the office security cameras gave us a good idea of what went down.

-Just an idea? -You'll see.

Now, Dr. Sariel was a good man.

He delivered both of my kids.

Jack?

This thing's got people pretty spooked.

-I don't understand. -Me neither.

Signal goes out for about two and a half minutes.

During which time, the suspect kills the doc in his office.

-Why? -Keep watching.

Is that...?

That's his heart.

[Dean] Relax.

Might actually have some fun.

Right.

Dean, we don't even have beer money, much less whatever the buy-in is here.

Yeah, we'll figure something out.

-Get you something? -Yeah.

Two waters, por favor.

Hey, uh...

-Evie. -Evie.

Say, listen, if, uh, me and my brother here wanted to get ourselves a game...

Pax.

Two more for you.

Do you remember a guy who was in here a few weeks ago?

Name was Leonard.

No. Sorry.

Follow me.

-So how'd you guys find us? -Uh, a friend.

Your, uh, friend say how we wager?

Yeah. Listen, money's a little tight right now, but--

Yeah, we don't bet with money.

We use this.

Okay, and what are we looking at?

Go ahead.

Touch it.

Eh. Well, not great.

Not the worst either.

And that means?

Well, you see, everybody walks in here with a certain amount of luck.

That glow...

that's you.

About average.

That sounds about right.

But you set that coin on that table,

you get yourself a game, and you win...

you just might see your fortune improve.

And if he loses?

Play again. Have a good time. You know, keep playing.

But if the coin goes blank, that means you're out of luck.

You gotta leave.

-Questions? -Yeah.

What is this place? Who owns it?

I just work here.

If you don't like it, uh, the door's open.

When I win, can l split it?

-The luck? -It's yours.

-You do what you want. -Yeah. Uh, just give us a second. Thanks.

No, no, no. No way.

Man, l've been slinging pool cues since before you were born.

When you were four? Really? What, between nap time and snack?

Look, we barely made it out of that monster fight club, okay?

We need this, and you know it.

Look, you're better than me at pretty much everything, okay?

That's okay. l'm not mad. I'm proud.

But l can wipe the floor with you when it comes to pool.

[scoffs]

Good. All right.

Okay, pal. Let's give it a go.

[Grigori] I'm a Grigori.

Each of our names inscribed on our swords.

A brotherhood of perfectly crafted beings.

[mellow jazz music playing over speakers]

[Sam] So how long are we supposed to just wait around?

You know, if the fish aren't biting...

throw them a little chum.

[groans]

I don't know, Sammy. [clears throat]

I'm a little rusty. [chuckles]

Go on. Rack her up.

Yup.

Decided not to play?

Uh, yeah. lt's not really my thing.

So, what's her deal?

Who? Moira?

Been here a while.

Guess her sister's still in a coma.

She's playing to wake her up?

Everybody wants something.

Yeah.

Hey.

Do you ever smell anything weird, like rotten eggs or...?

Just Charlie.

[chuckles] Right. What about--?

Have you ever noticed little bundles laying around?

Uh... No.

Look, you're new, I get it.

You're trying to figure this out.

I guess it is pretty unbelievable.

Places like this don't exist for no reason.

Most people think it's a godsend.

Take that guy.

Loves his wife,

but she has expensive tastes.

He came here from Atlantic City, not a dime left to his name.

Or her.

Three kids, works doubles,

buys a scratcher every night.

They both deserve a lucky break.

And they almost got one.

They went on a streak, could have walked away winners,

but they kept on playing until their luck went sour.

They're not actually winning?

Not anymore.

Like l said...

they should've walked away.

[exhales sharply]

Damn it.

[machinery whirring]

Why are you following me?

It felt like a warning, like she was telling me to cut our losses.

Come on, man, l'm on a roll.

Dean, you won one game.

Listen, l think this place sucks you in, right? If you keep playing, you'll lose.

-And if you keep losing... -You go all Leonard.

Exactly.

All right, so we need to minimize our risk and maximize our profit, right?

It's kind of like that action we took back in Tallahassee.

Remember that? The Fast Eddie?

-I don't remember. -It was dad's favorite. From the movie.

Paul Newman, The Hustler?

[sighs]

All right, fine. One more game.

One.

Okay.

Then we just gotta find our Jackie Gleason.

What'd you say your name was again?

Well, my name's Dean Winchester.

And I'm gonna kick your ass.

Well, what kind of name is, uh, "Joey Six"?

Oh, it's just something they used to call me back in the PBR.

Professional bull riding circuit? Nice.

Tell me. How was that?

Corner pocket.

Good times.

And some not so good.

Double or nothing says you miss that shot.

You trying to hustle me, rodeo?

I thought you were gonna kick my ass?

All right.

[spectators cheering]

Hell of a shot.

[breathing heavily]

Hey.

Good game.

Guess you can hustle a hustler.

Yeah, l guess you can.

[coughing]

Stay back!

Damn it.

-Let an old man die in peace, huh? -You're dying?

Cancer.

I came out here to beat it. [chuckles]

I did win me an extra year.

Been saving this.

[continues coughing]

Man, l liked that leathery son of a bitch.

Yeah, when he bet double or nothing, you cleaned him out.

Okay. Well, plan worked. Let's hit the road.

What about everybody else?

Just give me some time, all right? I need to figure this out.

Dude, we're in a fight with God, okay? And we just got our mojo back.

You really think there's enough luck in that coin to make up for whatever Chuck took from us?

-Why don't we give it a whirl? -How?

I'll go for a quick drive, if Baby treats me right, then l know we're out of the woods.

But when I get back, it's adios.

Oh, uh, Agent Lizz-- Lizzo.

-Evans. -Hi.

-Glad you came. -Glad you called.

So local transient spotted our boy in some sort of an altercation.

-Did they say with whom? -No.

She ran the other way when she saw the other guy had a sword.

Looks like he used it.

Are there any abandoned buildings in town?

Yeah, l guess. I mean, there's plenty of old cattle barns,

empty warehouses, old church, that kind of thing.

-Church? Where's the church? -Uh, two blocks down on your right.

Okay. Thank you.

Uh, agent?

-I called you for answers. -I know.

And I intend to find them.

--and then the Vikes finally win the Super Bowl.

Right. That's great, it is.

But is it really worth your life?

Look, man, just one more game.

[Evie] Nice try.

Too bad no one will listen.

None of us are going anywhere.

Are they trapped here?

Are you?

[door opens]

[Dean] Well, car's dead.

Again.

Didn't even make it out of the parking lot. This coin blows.

I think you're right. Didn't have enough juice.

Hold on.

-No way. -Hmm?

At first, I thought maybe these coins were hexed or cursed.

Like the rabbit's foot?

When you win, you're taking luck from whoever you beat, right?

-Right. -But Joey Six beat how many people?

Thirty, 40? More?

All of that accumulated luck should've been passed to you.

-Well, tell that to Baby. -Exactly. lt didn't.

Because what if someone's stealing?

Every game, skimming luck off the top?

You mean, like the house?

Her. I think.

"Atrox Fortuna"?

She's the Roman goddess of luck.

Okay, say you're right, what do we do?

I can't help you. I'm sorry.

-Then why warn me in the first place? -So you'd take your brother and go.

Wait, why are you here? Does she have something over you?

I came to play, l lost.

I'm only alive because she lets me stay.

Long as l keep working.

So if you don't play yourself to death, you work yourself to death, is that it?

-Yeah, that's it. -Is she here?

I don't know.

I only talk to Pax.

Her son.

[man] You should heal that.

I know what you are.

You're powerful.

Why not use it? Fight back.

[chuckles]

As a soldier, I respect your silence, tactically misguided as it may be.

For example...

when l ask, "Why are you killing my kind?"

you should answer...

so I won't hurt you.

Why did you kill them?

We Grigori have our own frequency of angel radio.

Did you know that?

Before he died, my brother called to me.

Did you want him to? To draw me out?

Kill me too?

[Sam] Pax.

Hey.

Can l ask you a question?

Where's your mom?

Fortuna!

We have your son.

Enough.

Fortuna.

That's one of my names.

We know you're skimming luck, off what we won.

We want it back.

Or l kill him.

Well, you probably could. His daddy was human.

-But no. -Mom.

I'm sorry, baby.

I could always make more sons.

Then play me for it.

I played you already.

Then we go again.

When I play someone, I get a read on them.

And you...

you're just a beach read.

Sexy, mm, but skimmable.

Beach read?

Lady, l'm Tolstoy.

[laughs]

That's very funny.

This one here, now, he could be interesting.

Wait, no, no. No, that's... Uh-uh.

Fine.

Yeah, l'll play.

But not for our luck.

I'll play for the lives of everybody in here.

No. Only for your luck.

And if you lose, l get your lives.

Come on, you threatened my baby,

my livelihood.

An example must be made.

So... [sighs]

are you in?

[Jack grunting]

You can't kill me.

I can make you suffer.

You killed the last of my kind.

You ate their hearts!

This... is more than fair.

Fair?

The last one l killed was pretending to be a doctor.

Feeding on the souls of humans he was supposed to heal.

You do it too.

Only you like children.

Who told you that?

Death.

Jack.

Guess that makes me solids.

So why do you need this luck so bad?

Girlfriend problems?

Liver failure?

Cursed by God.

Life's a bitch, then you die.

"The" God literally cursed us.

-You've met? -Yeah.

Little guy, squirrelly as hell.

Yeah, that's him.

Well...

welcome to the club.

The club?

Yes, the club.

God created the world, but you know who created us gods?

You did. You humans.

Sort of.

When you apes climbed down from trees, you didn't pray to him.

You prayed to the sun, to the womb,

the rain and the stars.

Well, at first the creator was furious.

How dare you not recognize his beneficence?

But soon enough, he birthed us.

Ra, Anu...

Hera, Mixcoatl, all the rest.

Why?

To take the blame.

Bad harvest?

Stillborn child?

Our bad, not his.

Plus, we made for epic stories.

But his ego could only handle that for so long.

Now he's happy to hide behind whatever religion has the best syndication deal.

While we survive on scraps in the wilderness.

Most gods have forgotten.

But l'm old.

I hold a grudge.

Oh, well, what are you gonna do?

We're gonna fight him.

Are you now?

And when you lose?

[Sam] Then we lose swinging.

Eight ball, corner pocket.

You little minx, you got me talking.

You're good.

I learned from my brother.

All right. You know the deal.

Even up.

What do you say we make it interesting?

Okay, you're gonna fight God.

That's the stuff of heroes, right?

So you're gonna need the luck of heroes.

Hercules, Cú Chulainn, Gilgamesh, I helped them all. I can help you too.

What's the catch?

Another game. Double or nothing.

Double? That's how the cowboy died.

Mm-hm.

Yeah.

Deal.

But not for more luck.

For them.

If I win, you have to let them go.

Honey, I'm not stopping them.

Okay, then when l win,

you have to give back the luck you stole, close up shop.

What is with you and these losers? They're nothing!

They don't matter.

-They matter to me. -They matter to us.

Well, fine. Rack them up.

Eight ball, corner pocket.

You challenged the goddess of luck in her own joint.

What did you think was gonna happen?

-Well, we had to try. -Well, that was stupid.

Thought she was gonna kill us.

She doesn't have to.

Our luck will do that on its own.

-Dean, we can't-- -Just leave them? l know.

All right, well, let's go find some Wi-Fi, and see what kills Lady Luck.

We'll circle back.

[door opens]

Hey, what's going on?

-What happened? -She--

She shut it down.

-What? -Why?

Because of you.

She said she thought your kind had gone extinct.

Our kind?

Heroes.

Like the old days.

And she gave me a message.

She said, "Don't play his game. Make him play yours."

[Dean chuckles]

Come on.

[engine revving]

Ho-ho.

We're back, baby.

All right, this is it, last scratcher.

Come on, come on.

What the hell?

I mean, so much for that luck of Hercules crap.

So we didn't win the lottery, but no car trouble.

Credit cards work. Oh.

And back-to-back bacon double cheeseburgers didn't kill you, so...

That was beautiful, by the way.

I'm saying, would it have killed her to give us a little extra?

She thinks we're real heroes.

-Maybe they don't get all the shortcuts. -Frigging gods, man.

Cass?

[Sam] Hey. Everything okay?

Hello.

Jack?

It's really him.

[Sam] Jack, you--

You ate their hearts?

I had to.

And you let him?

You could've called us.

Every day, l wanted to come home...

but l couldn't.

Why not?

Because if I don't stay hidden, if l use my powers,

my grandfather, he'll know l'm back,

and he'll try and kill me.

Again.

He's afraid of me.

And that's why we had to wait.

Billie kept him hidden in the Empty,

until Chuck went off world.

-She let me out when it was safe. -Safe to what? Eat a bunch of angel hearts?

Safe to do what I have to.

The hearts, they were just the beginning.

They made me strong, but l'm not strong enough. l--

If I do exactly what she says, if l follow her plan...

then l'll get stronger...

and I'll be able to kill God.