All language subtitles for Supernatural.S08E02.BRRip.x264-ION10

Where's the road?

You're freaking alive.
What the hell happened?

Standing too close to exploding Dick
sends your ass straight to Purgatory.

You were in Purgatory?
How'd you get out?

What? No thanks for saving your hide?

- I got something you need.
- What's that?

- A way out.
- What's in it for you?

I'm hopping a ride. We made it, brother.

- I can't believe it.
- You and me both.

- What about Cass? Was he there?
- Yeah, Cass didn't make it.

Cass, I think we better go. Cass?

- So Cass is dead? You saw him die?
- I saw enough.

Don't wanna be a prophet.

He was our responsibility.
You didn't answer the damn phone.

Let's find him.

The king of hell just snapped
my girlfriend's neck.

Crowley kidnapped you, I saw that.
But then you escaped.

- How?
- There was a tablet.

- There's another tablet?
- Did this tablet have a name?

- Demons.
- What about demons?

Banish all demons off the face of
the earth, lock them away forever.

So sorry to have kept you waiting,
Mr. Vili.

It's just it's been so long
since you checked in with us...

...we had to dig through our archives.

Don't worry about me, dear.
I've got plenty of time.

- Which box is it again?
- One.

I'm sorry, did you say "one"?

- As in Box Number 1?
- If memory serves.

During our last renovation,
we had to replace the safe boxes...

...and we put yours inside a new one.

Ah.

I'm sorry, sir...

...but is that a bone?

Not just any bone, my dear,
an extremely valuable one.

Well, I'm happy we were able to
keep it safe for you all these years.

Is there anything else
I can help you with today?

Why, yes. Now that I think about it.

I'd like to make a withdrawal.

Hmm.

Are you kidding me? You're kidding me.

What? Is it too much to ask if we can
swing by and check on my mom?

Swing by? It's a day's drive
in the opposite direction.

You know that, right?

- I understand we're in a hurry.
- Okay, then what's the problem?

Channing's broken neck is my problem.

As in I'd rather not see my mom
twisted into a corkscrew.

- Kid's got a point, Dean.
- Stay out of this. Kevin, your mom is fine.

- How could you possibly know that?
- Because Crowley needs her to be.

Okay? He's probably got the place stacked
with bodyguards right now protecting her...

...so that when you show up,
they'll pounce on you both.

Is that supposed to make me
feel better?

She's bait, man, plain and simple...

...and you wanna swim right up
and bite the hook?

Look, we have got Crowley
by the short and curlies.

Okay? All we need to do is find the tablet,
whip up the spell and boom.

Sunshine and sandy beaches.

Dean. My mom's all alone.

She's surrounded by demons.

Can you really not understand
why I wanna make sure she's okay?

Son of a bitch.

Fine, let's go.

- Tiger Mom, 9:00.
- Where?

Left window.

She seems okay.

Sad but okay.

Check out the mailman.

Yeah, that's Carl. So what?

Yeah, well, Carl's filled your mom's mailbox
three times since we've been sitting here.

He's a demon?

You see the gardener?
Think that plant needs any more water?

He'll be back. You just have to believe.

Thanks, Eunis.

And I do believe.
I just wish I could do more.

Linda, you're doing all you should
by staying here.

He needs to know he has a home
to come back to.

Hi, Mom.

Kevin. Kevin.

- What...?
- She's clean.

You smell that?

Eunis!

That's not Eunis.

Mrs. Tran, your friend
was possessed by a demon.

Have you ever seen The Exorcist?

Is that what you've been doing all year?
Watching television?

Did you really have to kill her?

The demon would have warned Crowley
where Kevin was if we didn't.

And Crowley is the one
who kidnapped you?

Yeah. He needs me to translate his stupid
tablet so he can take over the universe.

We need to get it so we can slam the gates
of hell forever with Crowley inside.

So that things like that
don't ever happen again.

Prophet of the Lord, huh?

That does have a nice ring to it.

I'll get packed.

We'll need a safe house
since Crowley's been to the cabin.

Safe house?
I thought we were going to get the tablet.

We are. You're taking a trip
to a demon-free zone.

And risk letting Kevin fall into
the hands of this Crowley again?

- I don't think so.
- Ms. Tran, all due respect, Dean's right.

Crowley, he's not just a killer,
he trades in torment.

If he can find a way to separate
your soul from you...

...he'll take that soul to hell and roast it
till there's nothing left but black smoke.

- Look, it's best if you let us handle this.
- I understand.

But it's not my soul I'm worried about,
it's my son's.

Kevin, you wanna back us up here?

Came all the way here to pull her out of the
fire. Now she wants to jump right back in.

Like I can tell her what to do.

All right. Coming with us has conditions. Uh,
hex bags to stay off the bad guys' radar.

And, uh, you're gonna have to get inked up.

- Do what now?
- Yeah, uh, ahem.

You too, shortstop.

- It keeps the demons out.
- Fine.

- Really?
- What, like it's my first tattoo?

You smell it, Sammy?

- Burning flesh?
- Revenge.

So close.

Hey, how'd you do
that reverse exorcism thing?

Just said the verse backwards.

So place is clean, far as I can tell.

All right. Positive thoughts.

- You hid the Word of God in a diaper bag?
- No.

Shut up.

Been nothing but trouble with these lockers.
Got broke into near every day for a while.

Could never figure out who it was
till yesterday.

- So you know who did it?
- Sure.

It was Clem Smedley,
a guy who worked the desk before me.

Tell me he's at county right now.

- Yup. Waiting for arraignment.
- Thanks.

Should have known they'd plant
a Lo.Jack in one of them bags.

Sharp guy, that Jerry.
He'll be a fine replacement for me.

Right.

Well, in one of those lockers,
there was a tablet.

Do you know where it is?

Can I even acknowledge that
without my lawyer here?

Uh, look, I'm sure we can work out a little,
uh, something-something with the locals...

...if you just cooperate.

What kind of something-something?

I don't think he knows, man.

Leniency.

Oh, he knows.

Where's the angel?

So here's what I'm thinking.
Full immunity...

...from all charges,
both past, present and future.

- Hey. Dean, come on.
- You feel that?

- There's a stream.
- Go on.

It runs through a clearing
not far from here.

I'll show you.

How about you just tell me?

Hey. Dean!

Pawn shop, First and Main.

Go on.

Three days journey. Follow the stream.
There's a clearing.

You'll find your angel there.

You know what, mutt?

I believe you.

Dean.

Come on.

Whoa.

Hey.

Hello, sir. Agents Neil and Sixx, FBI.

Uh, we're looking for a tablet.

About, uh, yay big,
got some hieroglyphic crap on it.

Sold to you by a thief named Clem.
Ring a bell?

Nope.

Hey, Lyle?

I've had a really, really bad day today
so I'm not in the mood to dillydally.

If you wanna do this the rough way,
I am happy to oblige.

Sure. We could do it that way,
if you wanna get famous.

- That your car outside?
- What's it to you, mail-order?

- Hey! Pal.
- I got it.

I notice you're driving with expired tags.
Maybe because you acquired it in a trade.

I'm guessing that means
you haven't registered it yet...

...which means you haven't paid the tax.
Is that correct?

None of your business.

Kevin, average Blue Book
on a 2010 Ferrari F430 Spider?

- Two hundred and seventeen thousand.
- And the 5 percent Wyoming tax?

Ten thousand eight hundred fifty.

Ten thousand dollars.

Something tells me you're the type
who might balk at a tax bill that big.

- What is this? An FBI audit?
- No.

But my brother, who happens to work for
the Wyoming tax assessor's office...

...could arrange that if he thought
something untoward was happening here.

So, what's it going to be? The tablet...

...or that piece of Euro trash crap
you call a car?

- You sure this is the right place?
- It's what the pawn slip says.

Kevin?

- Who wants to know?
- Oh, relax, Dean.

I'm not going to steal your prophet.

Mm.

Ah.

And you must be Kevin's mother.

Beau, and it is my absolute pleasure.

And, uh, Kevin, imagine my luck.

Here I was working so hard
looking for you that...

...I never stopped to think
you might be looking for me.

- I have something for you.
- What is it?

An invitation, dear man,
to a very exclusive auction.

Let me guess,
where you'll be selling the tablet.

Well, when we acquire an item
as hot as the Word of God...

...it's smart to unload it
as fast as possible.

And we are in such desperate need
of a headliner for tonight's gala.

I hope you have three extra tickets to your
eBay party because the prophet's with us.

If you're worried about
the safety of the prophet...

...rest assured that we have
a strict no-casting, no-cursing...

..."no supernaturally flicking the two of you
against the wall just for the fun of it" policy.

Is that right? How'd you manage that?

Well, I am the right hand of a god,
after all.

- Plutus, specifically.
- Hmph. Is that even a planet anymore?

He's the god of greed.

And my liege has warded these premises
against hell, heaven and beyond.

Quite necessary with
some of the players we see.

And incidentally,
quite possibly the safest place...

...your precious prophet could be.

Well, since time is of the essence,
perhaps I'll just go ahead...

...and add a plus-three
to the prophet's invitation.

Copacetic?

Well, thank you, Mr. Peanut!

All right, what do we have to bid?

We can't show up empty-handed.

All we have to our name
is a few hacked gold cards.

All right, well, then
we're gonna have to get creative.

Huh.

- Well...
- No.

Say it and I will kill you,
your children and your grandchildren.

Okay, okay. Uh...

Wait a second.
These auctions, they display...

- ...the items to the bidders beforehand?
- Yeah, so?

So all we gotta do is get Kevin
close enough to memorize the spell.

What do you think,
think you can swing it?

Of course he can swing it...

...if the bumper stickers
on my Previa mean anything.

He didn't mean it, baby.

Now, now, Dean.

The system only works
when everyone participates.

I'll be back for this.

- How are we supposed to know who's who?
- It's pretty simple. They're all monsters.

Hey. Hey.!-

- Great.
- Guess we're not as original as we thought.

It's okay. It's okay.
We just gotta come up with a Plan B.

And what, pray tell,
could possibly have been Plan A?

Bring the prophet to the most dangerous
place, memorize the tablet...

...and then vamoose?

Hello, boys.

Crowley.

Kevin, what a pleasure to see you.

Sorry about your little play date.
Her name...

You're gonna make an omelet,
sometimes you have to break some spines.

And who is this lovely young thing?
Must be your sister.

Stay away from my son.

Charming.

Defiling her corpse has just made
number one on my to-do list. Ah-ah-ah.

Don't mind a love tap
but anything more...

...and our pals may throw you out,
and that would be a shame.

He's right, Dean. It's not worth it.

Listen to moose, squirrel.

Ah.

Here comes our host.

- Honored guests, please find your seats.
- That's Plutus?

What is he, God of the candy aisle?

Gentlemen, the auction is starting.

Good luck with the bidding.

Nice right hook.

Dean Winchester?

- Do I know you?
- No, but, uh, I knew Castiel.

You're an angel?

This was the nearest vessel, short notice. Don't
usually come to things like this but, uh...

- You're chasing the magic rock.
- We protect the Word of God.

Well, awesome job so far, uh, Alfie.

Actually, my name is Samandriel.

Let's just stick with Alfie.

I wanted to ask you about Castiel.

What happened to him?

Well, me and Cass...

...we, uh, iced Dick Roman and got a one-way
rocket ride to Purgatory for our trouble.

But you escaped. Did Castiel?

You know, there are some in heaven
who still believe...

...despite his mistakes...

...that Castiel's heart
was always in the right place.

Are you one of them?

I think too much heart
was always Castiel's problem.

Cass?

Dean.

Cass.

Damn, it's good to see you.

- Nice peach fuzz.
- Thank you.

I want you to meet somebody.

This is Benny. Benny, this is Cass.

How did you find me?

The bloody way.

You feeling okay?

You mean am I still...

- If you wanna be on the nose about it, sure.
- No, I'm perfectly sane.

But then 94 percent of psychotics
think they're perfectly sane.

So I guess we'd have to ask ourselves,
what is sane?

Yeah, good question.

- Why'd you bail on Dean?
- Dude.

The way I hear it, you
two hit monsterland...

...and hot wings here took off.

I figure he owes you some back-story.

Look, we were surrounded, okay?

Some freak jumped Cass.
Obviously, he kicked its ass. Right?

No.

What?

I ran away.

You ran away?

I had to.

That's your excuse for leaving me
with those wolves?

- Dean.
- You bailed out and what...

...went camping?

I prayed to you, Cass. Every night.

- I know.
- You know? And you didn't...

- What's wrong with you?
- I am an angel in a land of abominations.

There have been things hunting me
from the moment we arrived.

- Join the club!
- These are not just monsters.

They're Leviathan.

I have a price on my head and I've been
trying to stay one step ahead of them...

...to keep them away from you.

That's why I ran.

Just leave me, please.

- Sounds like a plan. Let's roll.
- Hold on, hold on.

Cass...

...we're getting out of here.

We're going home.

- Dean, I can't.
- You can.

Benny, tell him.

Purgatory has an escape hatch,
but I got no idea if it's angel-friendly.

Hey, we'll figure it out.
Cass, buddy, I need you.

Dean.

And if Leviathan wanna take a shot at us,
let them.

We ganked those bitches once before.
We can do it again.

It's too dangerous.

Let me bottom-line it for you.

I'm not leaving here without you.

Understand?

I understand.

Ladies, gentlemen and other...

...welcome to this
once in a lifetime event.

Samandriel.

Slumming it, are we?

...The first name in magical
and alchemical esoterica.

Our prices may be high,
but our quality is unmatched.

And we stand by our product.

Don't know why you're so keen
on that hunk of dirt.

So it tells you how to blast back
a few demons. I'll just make more.

You can't get rid of all
of my black-eyed boys, Samantha.

Yeah, we'll see.

So how much we got for Plan B?

Well, we got our hacked credit cards...

...about $2,000
and a, uh, Costco membership.

Our first item, the Amulet of Hesperus.

Let's start the bidding with, um,
three tons of dwarven gold.

Ah, this lady.

I have three. Do I have, uh, four?

Ah. Four. Gentleman here.

Four going for five. Five?

Five to this lady.

- Do we have an advance on five tons?
- Plan C?

- Big time.
- Any other bids?

- Any other bids?
- I'm gonna use the restroom.

Sold.

Thank you.

This isn't the men's room.

Okay.

Our next item up for bid,
the hammer of Thor.

- Mjölnir.
- A finger bone from the frost giant Ymir.

Uh...

The bone and, uh, five-eighths of a virgin.

Mm.

Sold.

- Plan C tanked.
- Maybe you should try Plan D, for dumb-ass.

Our next lot, the Word of God.

Capital G.

Very old. Very rare.

Three billion dollars.

Whoa.

The Mona Lisa.

The real Mona Lisa, where she's topless.

Vatican City.

Alaska.

Palin and a bridge to nowhere?
No thanks.

All right, the moon.

- You're bidding the moon?
- Yeah.

Claimed it for hell.

You think a man named Buzz gets to
go into space without making a deal?

Ah. I'm sorry, it seems that
our reserve price has not been met.

So in order to stimulate the bidding,
we're going to add an item to this lot.

Kevin Tran, Prophet of the Lord.

No!

Mr. Tran is the only person on Earth
who can read this tablet...

- ...which makes them a perfect matching set.
- So out of your league.

- So do I hear a bid of, um...?
- No, stop!

I'll give you whatever you want.

I have a 401 k, my house.

Good effort, Ms. Tran...

...but I'm afraid this is
a little out of your price range.

- My soul.
- Mom, don't!

I bid my soul.

- Are you sure? That's a big move.
- Interesting.

If it's souls that you're after,
I can give you a million souls.

Hey, flyboy, you gonna get in on this?

We guard the souls in heaven,
we don't trade them.

- So we have a deal?
- It's not about the quantity, chief.

It's about the sacrifice.

This little lady's soul
is the most valuable thing she has.

It's everything.

Are you willing to offer everything,
Mr. Crowley?

Tick-tock.

Fine, you win.

I bid my own soul.

Mr. Crowley, you don't have a soul.

Congrats, sweetheart.

Thank you. Thank you.

Losing my soul, is it going to hurt?

Probably.

- Will I die?
- No.

You'll just wish you were dead.

Okay.

It's time.

You all right?

Yeah, can I just have a minute?

Dean, this sucks.

We're about to close the gates of hell
forever. You ask me, we got off cheap.

Excuse me, miss?

Hi, my name's Sam...

Alfie. I'm an angel.

Who works at Wiener Hut?

No, this is, uh... It doesn't matter.

What you did in here was amazing.

I want you to know that my friends
and I can protect your son.

The Winchesters are exceptional men,
but they're just men.

- If Kevin comes with us then...
- Oh, no, no.

The last time that angels
tried to help my son...

...I watched them die...

...and Kevin went missing for a year.

So no offense...

...but I'm gonna take my chances
with them.

Mm. Mjölnir, I've missed you.

Where's the kid?

- What are you gonna do with her soul?
- Whatever I want.

I might sell it...

...or maybe I'll just tuck it away
with my other precious objects.

Let them keep me warm at night. Mm.

Whenever you're ready, dear.

Wait.

Hello, boys.

Crowley?

No.

You can't. My warding spells.

Your girl Friday
showed me a few loopholes.

No offense, but I'm going
to take my chances with them.

- Ah.
- Now that was very, very stupid.

And all it cost me
was an island in the South Pacific.

I love a bargain.

Can't do all my tricks,
but I can do enough.

Get out of her!

If I had a nickel for every time
someone's screamed that at me...

Getting in touch with
your feminine side, huh, Crowley?

Something like that.

Well, come and get him.

One out of two ain't bad.

Watch the kid.

Kevin, don't. Let Dean take care of it.

Sam, move!

BEAU Don't.

You know what's better
than one private island?

Two private islands.

Okay, give it back.

Give it back.

Where'd you get
the five-eighths of a virgin?

Oh, no.

Mom!

Well, that was exciting.

Good luck closing the gates to hell...

...without this. Heh.

Surprising what Mommy dearest
has rattling around in her head.

Wanna know who your real father is?

- Scandalous.
- Crowley.

I know we're not mates, Kevin...

...but one word of advice:

Run.

Run far and run fast.

Because the Winchesters, well,
they have a habit of using people up...

...and watching them die bloody.

Toodles.

Has she said anything?

Listen, Kev.
What your mom went through, it's hell.

Trust me, I know.

But she seems tough.
She'll pull it together.

You tried to kill her.

- Kid, in this life...
- Shut up.

I don't wanna hear any more
of your crappy speeches.

I just wanna talk to my mom.

Alone.

Sure.

Five minutes.

Mom.

Dean, were you really going to, uh...?

What, slit soccer mom's throat?

Yeah, I was. Wish I had.

- Dean...
- It was Crowley, Sam.

Doesn't matter what meat suit he's in.
I should've knifed him.

Yeah, it would've sucked
and I would've hated myself...

...but what's one more nightmare, right?

Does it seem a little quiet in there
to you?

Kevin?

Kevin?

Oh, you gotta be kidding me.

- Hey.
- What?

What's it say?

Uh, they bolted, we shouldn't come looking.
Since we lost the tablet...

- ...Kevin figures we don't need him.
- Crowley still does.

What's that kid thinking?

He thinks people I don't need anymore,
they end up dead.

Dean, that's not true. You know that.

Dean.

Dean! Aah!

Dean.