All language subtitles for Supernatural.S09E14.BDRip.x264-DEMAND

Angels butchering angels.

No one will survive this war.

It's madness.

It's Bartholomew.

Remember how we said
that angels are dicks?

- What is that?
- It's Kevin Tran.

He was a good, straight-A kid,
and then he got sucked in

to all of this angel crap
and became a prophet.

I don't wanna be a prophet.
Hi, Mom.

- You tortured me.
- I torture all my friends.

- You killed my mom!
- Did I?

We told you not to talk to Crowley!
Okay, he messes with your head!

Here's the first name
on your to-do list.

No!

There's no way Kevin's getting out
of this intact, is there?

You're gonna have to trust me.

I always trust you.

And I always end up screwed.

You didn't save me for me.
You did it for you.

You didn't wanna be alone.

If the situation were reversed
and I was dying...

...you'd do the same thing.

No, Dean...

...I wouldn't.

Sam!

Dean?

Dean?

- So.
- Yep.

Bunker's haunted.

How is this possible?

Thought you said this was the safest
place on the planet.

Look, I know nothing got in.

I mean, the bunker is warded
and sigiled from top to bottom.

There's no way something came in
from the outside.

Okay, so,
whoever's haunting us died here.

What, dead Men of Letters?

No, it doesn't track.

I mean, we're the first people
to occupy this place in 50 years.

Why would a ghost wait so long
to get its spook on?

Must have been a more recent death.

No.

How can you be sure?

Because I burned his body myself!
Okay? It's not him.

Okay, so you cremated him.

We cremated Bobby, too,
and he came back.

Sam, I'm telling you.
This ghost? It's not Kevin.

Kevin?

Oh!

"We commit her body to the ground."

"Earth to earth, ashes to ashes,
dust to dust."

"With the clear
and certain hope of resurrection

and to the eternal life,

according to the mighty working,

whereby he is able
to subdue all things unto himself."

In nominee de Patris,
et Filii, et Spiritu Sanctum

- What are you doing here?
- Please, she was my friend!

The dead human or the angel
that was killed while possessing her?

The angel.
Rebecca?

Rebecca had a lot of friends.
Friends like Metatron.

- Where is he?
- You're looking in the wrong place.

Rebecca and Metatron were friends.

That was a long time ago.
Had no contact since the Fall.

Naomi, Metatron,
heavenly battles, politics.

She gave it up.
All of it.

Rebecca taught us the angels
have lost touch with our mission.

What do you mean by "us"?

The Penitents.
Her followers?

- Another faction.
- Not like the others.

We don't make war.

We live humbly among these humans.

Or we did.

He killed all the others.

Then he killed her.

- Who did?
- Who else?

The monster.
Bartholomew.

- Anything?
- Couple of dings.

A little EMF activity,
but mostly silence.

So, he's back in the Veil.

I guess so.

Fumbling to break through.

I mean, you got to figure,
it took Bobby months to make contact.

Kevin's only...

He's new at this.

Right.

All right, you're up.

Kevin?

Kevin?

All right, I can't do this.

Coffee-buzzing,
bump-in-the-night crap.

I got serious things to say to you.

Okay, and I'm not
gonna say them to this.

Kevin, I'm sorry.

You did not choose this life.

You busted your ass.

You lost everything.
Everyone you loved.

And your reward?

Getting killed.

On my watch.

If I'd...

It was on me.

It was my fault. I didn't...

And there's nothing I can do
to make that right.

I'm so sorry.

Hey, you see that?
The lights were...

This is not happening.

I did not spend months
struggling to break through the Veil,

just to get stuck
listening to Dean Winchester

having a self-pity session.

I didn't hear enough of those
when I was alive.

Kevin?

You can see me?

All right, take it easy, Kevin.

You might not hold this form
for too long. It takes a while.

- We should talk fast.
- Wait. Why aren't you in Heaven?

I mean, if anybody deserves
an express pass to paradise...

I couldn't.
I can't.

No one can.
Heaven's closed for business.

Everyone who's died
since the angels fell?

We're just stuck inside the Veil.
Waiting.

And it's bad in here.
Like, DMV-line-times-infinity bad.

- I mean, what can we do?
- I need a favor. A big one.

Okay.

Find my mother.

Kevin.

Crowley only told you she was alive
to mess with you.

I'm not going off his word.
All right, I have my own sources.

It's crowded in the Veil.

All of us are stuck
near the sites of our deaths.

But I've been able to pass messages,
spirit-to-spirit.

I made contact
with another new arrival.

She says she saw my mom
just a week ago, alive.

Okay, this spirit that you're playing
ghost telephone with,

I mean,
what do you even know about her?

Her name's Candy.
Says she's in a forest in Wichita.

"Candy?"

That's it?
That's all you got?

Long-distance communication
within the Veil, it's not ideal.

That's why I need you to go there.
Summon her, see what else she knows.

You say you want to make it right?
This is how.

Where did your friend go
in such a hurry?

You're too late.
He's gone.

Castiel?

Our boss has been looking for you.

All right, that's the trestle.

Candy said her spirit
was stuck nearby.

- She died here?
- Yeah.

Dude, what got her?
A bear?

I'm stuck on the fact we're trying
to summon a ghost named Candy.

Just because Kevin said he heard
his mom is alive, doesn't mean she...

Hey, we owe it to the kid to try,
right?

- What did you bring?
- Well, she's only been dead a week.

So, I figured she could use
as much help as she can get.

So...

- Really?
- Whatever works.

- How much longer?
- You have some place to be?

His blade?

Standard security protocol.
Can't be too careful these days.

Hello, Bartholomew.

Castiel.

It has been too long.

You feel that?
I think I felt a chill.

Yeah.
That's because it's cold.

Crowley, it's Dean.
Call me when you get this.

- Really, Dean?
- What?

That's your third
unanswered voice-mail.

You ever think,
maybe he's just not that into you?

Well, he is our last confirmed link
to Miss Tran.

Yes, he is a flaming douche.

But at least we know he's real,

which is more than we can say
for this Candy no-show.

Candy?

Are you there?
Is that you, Candy?

Hello.

Hello?

Madness, wasn't it?

A puny force of 20
behind enemy lines,

launching an incursion
against Raphael and his loyalists?

- It was a calculated risk.
- I thought you'd gone insane.

I questioned your leadership,

second-guessed
every step of the campaign.

But you were my commander.

I held my tongue.
I followed orders.

Raphael fled.

Most of his loyalists
dead or captured.

Your gambit paid off.
You won.

- We won.
- Word of your victory spread.

You got called back to the garrison.
You became the great Castiel.

While I stayed behind just a grunt.

You gained a reputation for yourself
as well.

The captives I left in your care.

You tortured and killed them.

I was ordered to kill those captives.

You've been flying solo for so long,

you've forgotten
that's what angels do.

We follow orders.

Not you, though.

Not anymore.

That's right.
I give them.

- There, stop, stop, stop. Candy?
- In the box. They put me in the box.

All of us, in boxes, side-by-side.
Me, Jerome, Linda.

- Linda's...
- Miss Tran.

- Candy, these boxes, where were they?
- I don't know.

It was cold.
Dark.

There was a vent.
We could talk to one another.

Okay, the walls?
Can you describe them?

Bare. Cement.

Except for the door.
That was metal.

But like, ridged?

Ridged?

- You mean, like, corrugated?
- Yeah!

I tried to lift the door,
but I couldn't.

Locked from the outside.

- Like a storage unit?
- Maybe.

Candy, who was holding you there?

Two men.

It was so dark in the box.

When they came I could barely see.

The first guy was British, I think?

Kind of short.
Loved hearing himself talk?

Crowley. And what did they want?

He said I was worth more alive
than dead.

But he stopped coming.

Then it was just the other guy.

We thought with just him...

...we tried to escape.

I ran so hard, so far.

But...

Candy?

Candy, you there?

What about Miss Tran?
Candy?

[don't know.
Maybe she survived.

"Maybe?"
That's not what you told her son.

I said she "was" alive.
I don't know what happened after.

For her sake...

...I hope she's dead.

No, no, no.

No! No!

Okay, there are three
storage facilities nearby.

The closest one
is about a mile up the road.

Oh, and I dug up some stuff on Candy.

Turns out, she was the kept-woman
of a powerful congressman.

Gossip blog said he worshipped
the ground she walked on, literally.

He had a foot fetish.

So, Crowley was holding the beloved
tootsies of a powerful politician?

And the beloved mother
of a powerful prophet.

Human leverage.
Then, why kill Candy?

You heard her.
She tried to make a break for it.

Maybe Crowley wanted
to make an example.

No. No, the guy he left in charge.
Crowley wanted the victims alive.

So, what?
You wanna give him a medal?

Crowley's the one who put them
in the cells in the first place.

Yeah, I know.

I'm just talking it out.
You know, working the case.

Business-like.

Realizing they were more trouble
than they were worth,

we purged our human allies.

Then commandeered Boyle
Ministries Inc. for our own use.

Buddy Boyle?
So, you killed him.

No, we made him
and his colleagues vessels.

At least those who didn't go pop.

You nervous, Castiel?

Your followers want me dead.

I'm not entirely certain
you don't, too.

If I wanted you dead,
you'd be dead.

- So we're friends here?
- Yes.

- And I'm free to go.
- Of course.

Though I don't know why you would.

What's out there for you, Castiel?

What do you really expect
to accomplish on your own?

- You'll never find Metatron that way.
- How did you know about Metatron?

I figured that's why
you were pursuing Rebecca,

engaging with her follower.

We have different methods, Cass,
but we want the same thing.

To find Metatron
and restore our kind to Heaven.

Then why kill Rebecca
and her followers?

- They were no threat to you.
- Perhaps.

But better to nip
a fledgling faction in the bud,

than let it grow into a bigger threat
down the road.

A drop of blood to save a gallon.

- I don't agree.
- I'm not asking you to.

I will outrace Malachi
in the hunt for Metatron.

And I will certainly outrace you
on your own.

But if you can set aside your qualms
about methods for one second,

there's no reason the two of us
can't take him down.

Together.

Let me guess.
5'5", pasty-white.

Black-rimmed hipster glasses
just like the last place.

Nailed it.

- Can I help you?
- Yeah, hi. Agents Nicks and McVie.

Need to take a look
at your rental records.

Uh... my manager's not here.
I really don't think I should...

- Hey! The records, pal.
- Yeah.

Barry!
Bring out the rental binder!

There you go, sir.

Hey.

Okay, check it out.
Corridor Q.

Three adjacent units
separate from the others.

I mean, Candy said
there were three hostages, right?

Okay, it's all leased
by the same guy.

A "D. Webster."

"D. Webster?"
Wait, as in, like, Daniel Webster?

Well, I know a lame, Crowley in-joke
when I see one.

You guys say, "D. Webster?"

Yeah.
Yeah, you seen him?

No, just I know his name
from the records.

He's leasing another unit
on the other side of the facility.

I could show you.

Yeah, that'd be great.

All right,
why don't you take Corridor Q.

I'll go with Del,
the Funky Homo Sapien.

Hm.

Miss Tran! Miss Tran.
Hey, hey, hey. It's me.

- It's Sam. It's Sam.
- Sam?

- Oh, my gosh.
- Sam!

We have to get out of here,
before he comes back.

Is Kevin with you?

You sure this is the one
leased by Webster?

Yeah, this is it.

This isn't Crowley's unit.

- What are these locations?
- Sightings of Metatron.

- He's been on Earth?
- Three times we know of so far.

That's the benefit
of a massive ground operation.

Eyes and ears everywhere.

It's only a matter of time
before we get an active location.

Why wait?

With this kind of information,
I'd lure him out.

I knew you'd be an asset.

No one's as motivated as you
to take him down.

I've had my hands so full
with the factions,

it's distracted me
from the real goal.

But with you by my side,

the new boss and the ultimate rebel
working together?

Think of the message that would send
to would-be dissidents.

They'd finally understand
that resistance is futile.

Think of the bloodshed
we could avert.

What a united angelkind
could accomplish in Heaven.

Elsewhere.

- Bart, what are you doing?
- What needs to be done.

I'm gonna torture the rebel,
find out what he knows,

then kill him.

And you're going to help.

There we go.
All right.

There's an electrical line,
leads to the control panel.

Okay, this might take a while.

We have to unplug
the ground wire first.

If this is standard US color coding,
it should be the green one.

Okay.

Helping Kevin with his Engineering
Club assignments,

I picked up a thing or two.

I'm sure he insisted,

but I trust you weren't foolish
to bring Kevin along on this mission.

That you left him someplace safe?

- Of course.
- Good.

Now, all we have to do
is get this door open,

get the hell out of here.

And you will bring me to my son.

Listen.

Miss Tran.

You will take me to my son.

Flashlight.

Flashlight!

"Trust me", he says.

"You definitely
want to be a part of this.

A chance to get in
on the ground floor of my operation.

A real learning experience.

Consider it a stepping stone,
my lad.

Like an internship!"

I should've known.
Internships suck!

So, you're the one.

You're the one
Crowley left in charge.

Yeah.
What a privilege.

Feeding the apes, hosing the floors,
washing out the honey-buckets.

And for zero credit!

The boss?
MIA.

Too important to show for work.
To even return my calls.

And you know the worst part?

I wasn't even allowed to kill anyone.

I was told to protect them.

I mean, how sick is that?

Am I not a young, vital demon,

with basic demon needs and rights?

And when I call Crowley
to inform him

that I've single-handedly
caught the Winchesters,

if he even answers my call,

think I'll get a "Thank you"?

Ha!

Yeah, you're right, kid.
He won't give you credit.

If anything, he'll be pissed.

What?

Well, me and Crowley,
we're tight now.

Thick as thieves.

Saw him just last month.
We, uh, had a grand old time.

So, that's where he's been.

Out partying with humans.
With Hunters?

While I languish here,

in this go-nowhere,
no-kill joke of a job!

"Partying" is a bit
of an exaggeration.

This job blows!

I quit.

- Tell me where they are.
- I told you. They're dead.

I'm the last.

Can't you see he's telling the truth?
He's done!

Yes, I believe he is.

Now finish him off.

Bartholomew,
it doesn't need to be like this.

Castiel,
get your head out of the sand.

Do you know why they brought you
back from the battlefield?

- The truth?
- Yes, I know the truth.

Our leaders
wanted those captives killed.

And they knew you'd stand
in the way of their order.

Said you didn't have it in you.

That you couldn't do
what needed to be done.

But I know different.
I know you've changed.

- I'm not a murderer.
- You weren't. Not then.

But since then, you've slaughtered
thousands of angels.

You killed Malachi's man
for his grace!

Who I was, what I did.
That's not who I am!

No?
Then, who are you?

I wanna work with you, Castiel.
But I need proof.

They need proof that they were wrong.

That you can do what has to be done.

This has to be done.

I was never free to leave.

My only choice
was to obey or be killed.

Well, I choose.

I am truly sorry to hear that.

No!

Do you know how long it's been
since I've done this?

I thank you

for reminding me what I truly am.

As your refusal
makes perfectly clear,

you've always thought
you were better than me.

Shall we put your superiority
to the test?

Once and for all?

No.

Angels fighting angels
has to stop somewhere.

Might as well stop with me.

Fine.

Stand down!

This is between me and the rebel.

To the victor.

Do it.

No.

What are you now?
A penitent?

I'm nothing.

You never did understand, Castiel.

There can be no peace
without bloodshed.

Let me pass.

Do it.
Kill me.

No, we're saving you
for someone else.

Crowley.

Much worse.

Do the honors, Miss Tran.

With pleasure.

Hey, lady, I swear.

I was just following ord...

Take me to my son.

Kevin?
You here?

Kev!

Well?

We got her.

She's alive.

She's here.

But we wanted
to give you a moment to...

You know, process.

No. I...

Does she know?

Kevin?

Hello, son.

Hey, Mom.

So, this is, uh...
This is all of it.

You know, Hunter's tools.
Notebooks, papers, pencils.

PSAT results.

Perfect score.

Way to go, kid.

This.
This is it.

It's his father's.

Mr. Tran died
when Kevin was a baby.

It's the only piece of his father
Kevin ever had.

If Kevin's spirit
is bound to some object here...

...'this is it.

Listen, Miss Tran.

There's a lot that we don't know
about this Heaven situation.

There are risks
to taking Kevin home with you.

Now, spirits,
the longer that they're in the Veil,

they have a way of...

Well, it doesn't end up well.

He's my son.

It's my job to keep him safe

for as long as I can.

Sorry I created this chaos.

Sorry I couldn't do more to fix it.

You may have lost the war, Rebecca,

but you tried a new way.

You have my respect for that.

I don't wanna fight.

- But if I have to, I will.
- I didn't come to fight.

When I fell,
I thought I had no choice.

But yesterday, you showed me
that there is a choice.

And I choose you.

I'm sorry.
I'm no leader.

Yes, you are.

If you will have me, Castiel,
I will follow you.

And I am not the only one.

She was held and tortured for a year
because of me.

Now that I've found her,
I'm not letting her out of my sight.

She's my responsibility.

And you were ours.
And we failed you.

Sam, I know that wasn't you.

Go put a blade in that asshat
who possessed you,

we'll call it square.

Guys.
Thank you.

You can thank us
when we get you to Heaven,

where you belong.

Okay, until then,
enjoy your time with your mom.

The, uninterrupted, 24/7,
no-escape, quality time.

Dick.

Hey, before I go.
Will you guys promise me something?

Yeah, anything.

Can you two get over it?

Just because you couldn't see me
doesn't mean I couldn't see you.

The drama, the fighting?

It's stupid.

My mom's taking home a ghost.

You two, you're both still here.

Of course. Promise.

- Yeah.
- Good.

Well, that was...

Yeah, okay.