- You're dying, Sam. - Shut up.
CASTIEL: Ezekiel. He's a good soldier. Ripped By mstoll
EZEKIEL: There is a chance I can fix your brother, from the inside.
DEAN: I'm trusting you, Zeke.
CASTIEL: Metatron tricked me. He took my grace.
It's why I'm human.
DEAN: There is no putting the angels back in heaven.
Heaven is locked.
Damn it, Cass, there's a war on and it's on you!
I know who you are. And it isn't Ezekiel. Gadreel.
You intend to be the ruler of this new heaven.
I will join you, as second-in-command.
Here's the first name on your to-do list.
My name is Abaddon. War is what I do, it's my job.
I can get you new bodies. I will march into hell.
And all the humans and all the angels will bow to me!
Angels are slaughtering one another.
It's open warfare.
No one will survive this war.
CASTIEL: I did what I had to to get my grace back.
(BOTH GRUNTING)
No! No, no.
(GRUNTING)
Kevin?
♪ (BOB SEGER'S "THE FAMOUS FINAL SCENE" PLAYS)
(SONG FADES)
CROWD CHANTING: Corey! Corey!
You're on in ten. The label wants you to open with "Baby Be My Baby."
Then you can roll right on into "Babycakes"
and then the clean version of "Babymaker."
Oh, and Corey, let's try to take it easy with the groupies tonight, huh?
Yeah, whatever.
What the hell? Security!
It's fine, Margey. You can go.
What? Corey!
Bitch, did I stutter?
Hello, Gadreel.
Thaddeus. That's a new look, I must say.
Well, what can I say, you know?
We all got booted outta the penthouse and I just kinda figured
why be an angel, when you can be a god?
- How are you, old friend? - I am not your friend.
Well, I think you're being a little bit mean there.
Considering all the quality time we spent together.
I was imprisoned. And you tortured me.
Heaven has rules.
Do the crime, do the time. That's it.
- I made a mistake. - I was a guard.
I was doing my job.
What you did to Abner... Was that yourjob?
Your boyfriend? No, that... That was just fun.
Is that what you're here for? The big payback?
Fine. If you wanna get a little bloody,
I have no problem kicking your ass. Again.
You know, we'll say, for old time's sake.
Looking for this?
Gadreel...
I'm sorry...
Dean?
Cass.
Look at you, all suited up and back in the game.
(CHUCKLES)
I...
I came as soon as you called. L...
Dean, what happened? What's wrong?
Sammy was dyin'. What was I supposed to do?
You let an angel possess him?
He said it was the only way and I believed him.
- Now, Sam's gone and Kevin's... - Dean, I'm sorry.
Yeah, well, "sorry" don't pay the bills, does it?
Sure as hell ain't gonna bring Kevin back.
We gotta find this son of a bitch.
Dean, if the angel possessing Sam isn't Ezekiel, then who is it?
A dead man walking.
- What, are you gonna destroy him? - Damn right.
You kill an angel, its vessel dies, too.
You think I don't know that?
If I don't end Sam, then that halo burns him out and I...
God, I was so damn stupid.
You were stupid for the right reasons.
- Yeah, like that matters. - It does.
Sometimes, that's all that matters.
Listen to me. Sam is strong.
If he knew an angel was possessing him, he could fight.
He could cast the angel out.
Maybe.
But far as I know, he's in the dark.
I don't know how we clue him in.
- Do you remember Alfie? - That kid angel?
Yeah, why?
Before he died, he told me the demons were able to dig into his mind,
access his coding.
We might be able to do that here.
Might be able to... to bypass the angel and talk directly to Sam.
- And you think that would work? - I don't know.
But I think we should try.
Okay, where do we start?
Hello, boys.
Here's the deal: You're gonna tell us how to hack an angel,
and I'm gonna give you some of the good stuff.
Human blood. Fresh from the tap.
- Word is you're jonesin' for it. - Please. I'll pass.
- What do you want, then? - Well, for starters... a massage.
Between the sitting and the shackles, body gets a little stiff.
- Yeah, I ain't rubbin' you. - CROWLEY: God, no.
Get Kevin.
- His tiny fists can really work won... - Kevin is dead.
Oh.
- I'm sorry to hear that. - Don't pretend you care.
- You tried to kill him. - I told him this was gonna happen.
I was the only person who tried to warn him.
- I told him to run. - From what?
You.
How many times am I gonna have to say this?
People in your general vicinity don't have much in the way of a lifespan.
Now, I can't teach you how to crack open an angel.
It's more art than science. But I can do it for you.
All I ask in return is a little field trip.
Dying for some fresh air.
Chains on, naturally.
No.
No, of course not.
Because if I'm Plan A, I'm sure you have a totally viable,
much better Plan B.
You can't be considering this.
With the chains on, he can't do anything.
It's Crowley. He can always do something.
Looks like we need a tie-breaker.
Go get Moose, Squirrel.
Unless...
Unless, of course, you can't.
That's why you're here, isn't it?
The poor, giant baby's in trouble again, isn't he?
- Are you done? - Depends.
- Do we have a deal? - Yeah.
Excellent. When do we leave?
Soon as I can scrounge up a ride.
Well, I have a vehicle.
It stopped a few miles from here, inexplicably.
(WHIMPERS)
Really?
What are you, a pimp?
I like it.
(ENGINE STRUGGLES TO TURN OVER)
Yeah, it's outta gas.
Riddle me this, boy wonder: Why do you need the wheels?
When you betray us, I'll be the one to carve out your heart.
Oh, Cass, such a flirt.
- All right, let's go. - Shotgun.
Uh... wrong. You're in the back.
Hey. You, too. Keep an eye on him.
(MEN GRUNTING)
- Hey. - Watch the leg!
- You're on my side! - Hey, hey!
(HYDRAULICS HISSING) (RAP MUSIC PLAYS)
(HONKYTONK MUSIC PLAYS)
- Get you anything else? - I'm good, thanks.
Welcome home, sweethearts.
Strange seeing an old vessel, isn't it?
Like looking in a funhouse mirror.
But first things first. The tasks I gave you, any hiccups?
Killing Thaddeus was easy. He had it coming.
I know all about your history. Why do you think I gave you his name?
Consider it your signing bonus.
And the kid?
That was... less easy.
He was a threat.
But I flipped a switch upstairs, and now that Kevin is gone,
there will be no more prophets.
And what about Dean Winchester?
You never gave me his name, Metatron.
Not much for seizing the initiative, are we?
Gadreel, we are writing our own epic story here.
To make that work, sometimes you have to kill your darlings.
It's not like you haven't done worse before.
Sorry. Sorry.
On to new business.
Your next target.
How many more lives do I have to take?
It's not your place to ask questions.
It is your place to obey.
You wanna be my second-in-command, prove you're ready.
Prove you're loyal.
Or don't. Walk away.
Go back to being Gadreel, the traitor. The sap.
Heaven's longest-running joke.
(CHANTING SPELL IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
Abaddon? I found him.
Crowley is on the move.
(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)
Your source is in here?
And she can track anything you need.
Even a little lost Samantha.
How?
Well, this place isn't really... this.
It's a front for an NSA listening post.
- What are they listening for? - Everything.
The US government is quite the voyeur these days.
So, I planted one of my best and let her go to work.
Looking for terrorists?
Looking for marks, Slow Boat.
Mr. Crowley? She'll see you now.
Just Mr. Crowley.
I'll be listening to every word you say.
Promise?
Cecily. How are you?
Better than you.
That was Dean Winchester, and... Castiel?
Yes, I know. Without the tie, he's barely recognizable.
- So... - Hot.
I mean, human Castiel? Eh.
But feathered Castiel... (EXHALES)
"Human Castiel"?
You heard what happened to him, right?
I've been tied up. Pray, do tell.
Hear anything?
No.
The room Crowley's in has been warded.
Awesome. That's frigging awesome.
So Captain Sexy out there totally cuts another angel's throat,
yoinks his grace, and now he's got his mojo back.
Minus the broken wings.
Well, that explains the hooptie.
And we know all this how?
I tuned one of our satellites to pick up Angel Radio.
- Impressive. - Yeah.
- Not just a pretty face. - What about hell?
(SCOFFS) No one's doing theirjob.
I send oodles of data down there every week,
but does hell give a damn? No.
Well, of course, with Abaddon in charge, you...
Oh, that 'B' with an 'itch' ain't the boss.
I mean, she's got a few of the more aggro types on her side,
but most are just waiting to see who takes the belt.
You or her.
They're still afraid of me.
Probably 'cause they don't know you're in cuffs.
Speaking of which...
- Do they come off? - Not without the key.
Fine.
I need you to do me a favor. Can you find this car for me?
Easy-peasy.
Nice to know someone's still loyal.
Uh-huh.
That is, of course, if you're not playing both sides.
Wouldn't you?
(SIGHS)
Your phallus-on-wheels just ran a red light
in Somerset, Pennsylvania, ten minutes ago.
Let's go.
The Three Amigos ride again.
He's not my amigo.
- Alexander Sarver? - Yeah?
- Gadreel. - Abner.
I thought you were dead.
What happened? What... What are you doing, here?
L... What are you doing, here?
Daddy, Daddy!
Hey.
Delilah, this is Daddy's best friend.
- Can you say, "Hi"? - Hi.
- You have a child. - I have a family, Gadreel.
Look, my wife and the niblet are going to a movie.
Swing back in a few hours so we can catch up, okay?
Okay, sure.
So... you have ajob?
Customer support. Computers, mostly.
It's like answering prayers, but they pay you for it.
You have changed, Abner.
Yeah, well, I was a crappy angel.
I was petulant. I deserted my post.
I spent 700 years in heaven's lock-up. I've...
No, doesn't matter.
We're a long way from Thaddeus now.
I killed him, Abner.
I got our revenge.
L... I wish you hadn't done that.
But why?
He tortured us. You most of all.
I remember.
And I remember you were always there to put me back together.
- We were friends. - We are friends.
And the fall, it's our second chance.
We can forget our old hates, who we were.
- It's not that easy. - Yes, it is.
Look at me.
I'm happy.
And your vessel, is he happy?
He was an abusive ass.
But I love my family and they love me.
I'm not a wise man, Gadreel.
But I know this. The key to happiness.
It's getting the one thing you want most and never letting it go.
- And what if there's a price? - There's always a price.
But it's worth paying.
You should not have come here, Dean.
You killed my friend.
Then you take my brother.
And you think I'm gonna let that stand?
I allowed you to live.
Mistake.
(GRUNTS) (BODY THUDS)
So, Crowley was here?
Yeah, l... I thought you'd wanna know.
You thought right.
And now, any idea where he scampered off to?
Somerset, Pennsylvania.
With Dean Winchester and the angel Castiel.
And you know this how?
They're chasing an Impala.
I helped them track it.
You helped Crowley?
Yeah.
I'm kinda playing both sides, until someone...
Until you win.
Smart, right?
No.
Sort of the opposite.
Welcome to the party, pal.
Cass, how we lookin'?
Most of Sam's internal burns have healed.
I should be able to fix the rest.
What's your name?
I thought I knew every angel in heaven, but I've never seen you.
Why would I tell you anything?
Well, I don't give a damn who you are.
You need to get out. Now!
And if I don't?
Then you and I will have a lovely little play-date.
Even bound, I can rip this body apart.
- Tell them, Castiel. - You do, you die.
You want this to end?
Go ahead. Put a blade through your brother's heart.
If it makes you feel better, I have Sam locked away in a dream.
As far as he knows, the two of you are working a case right now.
Something with ghouls and cheerleaders.
Why are you doin' this?
We fought together.
I trusted you.
I thought you were one of the good guys!
I am doing what I have to do.
So am I.
(PAINFUL GASPING)
(TORTURED GROANING)
(GROANS CONTINUE)
Hey.
I can't watch that anymore.
I understand.
It's not Sam, but... it's still Sam.
Pretty much, yeah.
How are you doin'?
What, you want to talk about me now?
I wanna talk about anything that's not a demon
stickin' needles into my brother's brain.
Yeah, humor me, man. How you doin'?
I'm... I'm okay.
Good, good.
That's...
So, what, did you just change the batteries out and power back up?
It's that easy?
It wasn't easy, but I didn't have a choice.
Yeah.
Well, that's usually how it goes.
Cass... I'm sorry.
- About what? - Kickin' you outta the bunker.
That's...
You know, not tellin' you about Sam.
You thought his life was at stake.
Yeah, I got played.
I thought I was saving heaven.
I got played, too.
So, you're sayin' we're both a couple of dumbasses?
I prefer the word "trusting."
Less dumb, less ass.
CROWLEY: Laverne, Shirley, get in here!
Pinhead's out cold.
But watch this.
(SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
What's he sayin'?
His name. Gadreel.
Does that mean something to you?
Well, it's why I've never seen him.
He's been in prison since the dawn of time.
Gadreel was the sentry who allowed Lucifer into the Garden.
My, my... a celebrity.
Wait, "the Garden"? Like, Eden?
Adam and Eve, fig leaves Garden?
It's his fault.
All of it. The corruption of man, demons, hell.
God left because of him.
The archangels...
The apocalypse.
If he hadn't been so weak, none of it would have happened.
You ruined the universe, you damn son of a bitch!
Cass. Cass, hey!
- Dean, he... - I get it.
But you gotta chill.
What's taking so long?
Other than the fact that I'm trying to unravel a living,
multi-dimensional knot of pure energy, not much.
(GASPING)
It won't work.
You will never find your brother.
Go ahead. Poke and prod.
I can sit in this chair for years and watch you fail,
over and over again.
I've endured much worse than this, Dean.
So much worse.
And I have all the time in the world.
Shut up!
All right, Plan B.
Cass, you gotta possess him.
- What? - Do it now!
Get in there.
Tell Sam what's goin' on and help him kick that lyin' son of a bitch out.
It might work, but I can't possess a vessel without permission.
(CROWLEY CLEARS THROAT)
No. Not happening.
Don't be daft.
Demons can take what they want.
I can burrow into that rat's nest of a head.
I can wake Sam up.
Just call me Plan C.
- You can't... - You got a better idea?
What about the angel?
I'll work fast.
- And if he finds you? - I'll run.
I'm not dying for you lot.
Of course, if I do this, you're gonna have to...
Take off the leash. Yeah, I know.
And it stays off.
I save Sam, I leave here a free man.
Do we have a deal?
Cass, burn off Sam's tattoo.
- Dean... - Do it.
Do it.
If you mess with Sam, if you try anything...
I keep my bargains.
Besides, I don't wanna be inside your brother any longer than I have to.
I'm not one for sloppy seconds.
When you find him, say, "Poughkeepsie."
It's our go-word. Means "drop everything and run."
Fine.
While I'm gone, hands off the suit.
I will destroy you.
Eat me.
A demon and an angel walk into my brother.
Sounds like a bad joke.
Dean, if this doesn't work...
It'll work.
It just doesn't make any sense.
Why is this ghoul only chomping on dead cheerleaders?
- DEAN: Hey, you want a beer? - No, I'm fine.
Not bad.
Dean? Dean!
Poughkeepsie.
How do you know that word?
Because Dean sent me, Bullwinkle. The real Dean.
I'll make this quick. You've been possessed by angel.
He's got you packed away in some dusty corner of your own mind
and I'm here to break you out.
Seriously?
Fine, we'll do this the fun way.
See? Not real. Like I said.
I know how possession works, Sam.
You've seen everything that he's seen, even if you can't remember.
So, what I need you to do, I need you to remember.
- Did I kill Kevin? - No, you didn't. He did.
You need to take control, Sam.
Blow it up.
And cast that punk-ass holy roller out!
What?
Oh, bollocks.
Hello, Sam.
- Who are you? - His name is Gadreel.
- The original chump. - Was a chump.
And now?
I'm going to be the one that leads my kind back to heaven.
I'm going to be a hero.
But you, demon, for all your chatter, you will always be a coward.
You should be running.
(BOTH GRUNT)
(GROANS)
Give up, boy, you're not strong enough!
Take control, Sam! Cast him out!
Get out of my...
You sure you want me to go?
Maybe I'm the only thing holding you together.
I leave, you might die.
I said, get... the hell... out.
- Waiting for someone? - I am.
And he's late.
(RUMBLING)
Yes.
Lemme guess... Winchester trouble?
Sam! Cass!
I'm fine, . Thanks for asking (!)
Sam, are you okay?
Cass?
It's Abaddon.
Go. The back door. I'll handle this.
Oh, 'cause you're such a good guy?
Right now, I'm the goodest guy you got.
This don't make us square.
- I see you again... - I'm dead.
Yes, I know. I love you, too.
Pleasure doing business with you boys, as always.
Hello, darling.
Crowley.
Bring me his head.
See, that's the thing about demons... they're only obedient to a point.
Right. Let's have a chat.
- I'm not here to talk. - And I'm not talking to you.
I'm talking to them, the average demon,
because I feel their pain.
It must have been difficult,
with your loving king so cruelly taken from you.
I imagine you felt... all at sea.
And then, along came... the brute.
She's strong and a knight and immortal.
At the moment.
So, I'm not surprised that some of my more idiotic subjects
bought her line. But now?
Good news, fellas.
Daddy's home.
Hell doesn't want you, Crowley.
- It's mine. - Is it?
Not what I hear. Not while I'm still kicking.
Well, then, let's settle it. You and me, right here.
- Winner takes the crown. - See, that's your problem, love.
You think this is a fight.
- It's not? - It's a campaign.
Hearts and minds, that's what's important.
See, the demons have a choice.
Take orders from the world's angriest ginger,
and that's saying something, orjoin my team,
where everyone gets a say, a virgin and all the entrails they can eat.
So, think on this, lads.
Spread the word. Vote Crowley.
You feel better?
A little, yeah.
It'll take time to fully heal you.
We'll have to do it in stages.
All right, let me hear it.
What you do want me to say? That I'm pissed?
Okay, I am. I'm pissed.
You lied to me. Again.
I didn't have a choice.
I was ready to die, Dean.
I know.
But I wouldn't let you.
Because that's not in me.
So, what, you decide to... To trick me
into being possessed by some psycho angel?
- He saved your life. - So what?
I was willing to die.
(THUNDER RUMBLES)
And now...
- Kevin... - No, that is not on you.
Kevin's blood is on my hands.
And that ain't ever getting clean.
I'll burn for that. I will.
But I'll find Gadreel.
And I will end that son of a bitch.
But I'll do it alone.
- What's that supposed to mean? - Come on, man.
Can't you see? I'm... I'm poison.
Sam, people get close to me, they get killed. Or worse.
You know, I tell myself that l... I help more people than I hurt.
And I tell myself that I'm doing it all for the right reasons
and I believe that.
But I can't, I won't...
...drag anybody through the muck with me. Not anymore.
Go.
I'm not gonna stop you.
But don't go thinkin' that's the problem, 'cause it's not.
What's that supposed to mean?
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(RUMBLING THUNDER CONTINUES)
(English - SDH)