All language subtitles for Supernatural.S09E23.BDRip.x264-DEMAND

I heard your prayer.

The angel lied to me.
He's not who he said he was.

Gadreel.
- Gadreel is working for Metatron?

Metatron made Gadreel kill Kevin.

I was the one who caused
all the angels to fall.

- He took my grace for the spell.
- That means you're human.

Long live the queen.

It's the bloody
Mark of Cain.

Without the Mark,
the Blade is useless.

You're supposed
to lead the angels, Castiel.

I'm just trying
to get my people home.

You are not the hero.

I'm the hero.

You don't know
what it's like to be human!

I'm starting to think the Blade
is doing something to you.

Have you told them about
your stolen grace, Castiel?

- Punish him.
- I can't.

You just gave up
an entire army for one guy.

He's powering up
with the Angel Tablet.

Metatron's secret portal.

From here on out,
I'm calling the shots. Capisce?

I'm not here to fight.
At least give me a chance.

- Drop the Blade, Dean!
- Move.

- Dean...
- Sam, move!

Let it go!

Let it go! Let it go.

The hell if you think I'm riding
the pine on this one, guys.

Something is wrong with you, Dean.

And until we figure out what,
this is where you have to stay.

And you two are gonna do what?
Take on Metatron yourselves?

That's smart. Oh, no, wait.
No, you... You lost your Angel army.

And you... Now you're trying
to lock up the one guy

who has a shot at killing
the son of a bitch!

Hell of a plan, fellas!

Look, hey, guys.

Sam.

Sammy.

- Sam.
- Yeah?

Dean wasn't wrong.
My followers have abandoned us.

Yeah, and Gadreel says
he can help us.

From where I sit,
that's more than an even trade.

So, uh... Metatron.

Metatron.

- God?
- Just a second.

That the new Angel handbook
you're working on, or?

No, no. This is a story, Neil.

A marvelous story,
full of love and heartbreak

and... love.

Sort of like The Notebook.

- I love The Notebook.
- Uh, no.

Quick.
Which makes me look more pathetic?

Why do you want to look pathetic?
You've just reunited all the angels

under the banner of Heaven.
I mean, that's like...

Winning a People's Choice Award?

Not quite the real deal, now, is it?

- All set?
- Yes, sir. Uh...

- Flip the switch...
- Uh-huh.

Wait for the light, and bingo.

And every angel in Heaven
and on earth will hear me?

You and only you. The signal blocks
out all other voices on angel radio.

Come on.

Hello?

This is Metatron.

- More reverb.
- Because I'm Lou Gehrig?

Sorry. Sorry.

Don't do that.

I'd like to take a moment
to welcome you all back.

I want you to know how moved I am

that you've accepted me
as your new God.

My heart, as they say, is full.

Which is why I want to share
some wonderful news with you.

I'm going on a short trip.

Heaven's door
will be temporarily closed

pending my return, but rest assured,
all will be explained.

And it will be... glorious.

- Where are you going?
- To tell the rest of the story.

Please.
I'll leave you alone, I swear.

We're not here to hurt you.

No. Your grace.

Healing me will only weaken you.

- Did you hear him?
- Metatron. Yes.

Where is he going?
What does he want?

I'm afraid, humanity.

Oh, God!

I would have thought
you'd be more relaxed,

- having defeated Abaddon.
- What can I say?

I wear my stress.

You know...

...with so many demons having
rallied back to your side,

well, it's only natural that
they would look to their king

for some... direction.

Love, if I wanted
a soapy massage from Dr. Phil,

I would have hit three
on the speed dial, all right?

I'm sorry, sir.

Sir, I believe
you're being summoned.

It's a Winchester.

What's that smell?

What the hell's happening to me,
you son of a bitch?

Liquor before beer, bad taco?
How should I know?

I can't turn it off!

Ever since I killed Abaddon,
it's like this whole other thing.

I get this high,
and I need to kill.

I mean, I really,
really need to kill.

- And if I don't...
- You yak your guts out.

- It's the Mark.
- Meaning?

It wants you to kill.

The more you kill,
the better you feel.

The less you kill,
the less better you feel.

How much less better?

One would imagine
the least-best better.

So, dead?

Well, Cain had the Mark.
He didn't die.

Cain was a demon.

Your body's not strong enough
to contain the Blade's power.

- What if I got rid of it?
- You want to get rid of it?

- What I want is Metatron.
- Go on.

But I have to get through that door,
and I have to get to the Blade.

And you're gonna help me.

Oh, no. What's that smell?

Sulfur.

Dean, pick up the phone.
Call me back.

I'm not kidding, all right?
Don't do this. Not like this.

- Are you sure it was Crowley?
- Who else would he summon?

I mean, he and Crowley
have been bromancing

over the Blade ever since
Dean got the Mark.

- The Mark?
- The Mark of Cain.

So that's what Dean cut me with,
the First Blade.

- In a way, that could be useful.
- What?

Well, Metatron's
more powerful than ever,

but if Dean has the First Blade
and the Mark,

that might give us our best chance.

You're joking, right?

An hour ago, we were ready
to throw Dean into a padded cell,

and now you say
he's our best chance?

Hear him out, Sam.

Oh, right. Excuse me. Sorry, guys.

Sorry I'm a little less than eager
to hear that our best chance

is arming the warhead
and hoping it hits the mark.

This is not a bomb we're
talking about. This is my brother.

And your brother would not be
in this alone. We can help.

- How?
- I believe Metatron has found a way

to tap into the Angel Tablet,

harnessing its power to give him
powers equivalent to...

God, right? I mean, that's
what this is all about, isn't it?

Metatron wants to be God.

Great, well, that basically
makes him unstoppable.

Not if we can break the connection
between Metatron and the Tablet.

That would make him
just an ordinary angel.

- Where's the Tablet?
- Metatron's office.

- In Heaven?
- I can get us to the door.

And then what? I mean,
why would they let you in?

If Metatron's number two shows up
with Heaven's most wanted,

- the gig is up.
- Sam, we have to try.

Damn it, Al, I don't care what
you've got going on tonight.

He's your kid, too,
and I'm telling you he's on drugs.

- Oh, my God!
- Call 911!

Oh, my God.

She's dead, man! She's dead!

I'm not so sure about that.

- What can I get you fellas?
- Coffee. Black.

Are you serious?

You take this girl's table,
her time,

you spread out like an overgrown
teenager, and for what?

What's the tip
on a single cup of joe? A nickel?

Double cheeseburger,
everything, heavy on the onions.

You got it.

So this is what you and Moose do, eh?

Crisscross the country,
searching for evil.

Order your nitrates,
partake of the local attraction.

Yep.

You never get tired of the rat race?

Never get the urge to just bugger off
and howl at the moon?

Never ask yourself, "Is this it?
Is this all there is?"

I kicked human blood, you know.

Oh, so you're
full-metal douche again.

Well, that's fantastic.
Would you like a stuffed bear?

Just trying to make conversation.

- How's Hell, Crowley?
- Hell's fine.

Hell's like a Swiss watch.
Don't worry about Hell.

- Hell's complicated.
- Game of Thrones is complicated.

Shower sex, that's complicated.
Hell ain't complicated.

Your problem ain't Hell.
It's you.

Fair enough.
What's your problem, then?

My problem is Metatron.

Right now there's nothing.

There's no angel smitings,
no crazy acts of God,

no vermin, hail.

If Metatron's making
his move on earth,

he is taking
his sweet-ass time.

Never fear. Cavalry's here.

And?

Apparently...
your angel has gone viral.

And that, America, is perfection.

Yo, dude, that's your sister.

Oh, my God!

She's dead, man!
She's dead.

I'm not so sure about that.

Is he ser...
Is he freaking serious?!

Did you see that? Holy...

Tell me you just got that.

- Dude, what's your name?
- Marv.

- When was this taken?
- A couple of hours ago.

- Muncie, Indiana.
- What did he whisper in her ear?

Exactly.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
You're not gonna eat your food?

Not hungry.

The door to Heaven
is in a playground?

Guarded by two
of Metatron's most loyal.

I recruited them myself.

So, you said you had a plan.

How we might convince them
to let us pass.

Wookiee.

Brother, I have no idea
what that means.

It's a reference to a very
popular film that...

Never mind.

Asariel.

- Asariel, Purah, make way.
- The door's closed, Gadreel,

by orders of Metatron.

And who do you think gave
the order to capture Castiel?

Unless you think Metatron
isn't interested

in questioning the leader
of the rebellion?

- The spell must be redrawn.
- As quickly as possible, then.

I got this.

I guess one of us
doesn't need a demon

to help follow a clue trail.

You're looking
for miracle lady, right?

Yeah, she's gone. I had a nice chat
with her, though.

Sam, whatever kind of
intervention you think this is,

trust me, it ain't.

I'm not gonna
explain myself to you.

Yeah, I sort of got that. I just
thought you might like to know

that while you two have been
playing Odd Couple,

your real friends, like Cass,
like the angel you stabbed, Gadreel,

they're out there right now
risking their asses

to help you win this fight.

What the hell are you talking about?

A fight, I might add,

you made that much more complicated
when you decided

to stab the one angel who could
actually get us to Metatron.

You mean the angel that took you
for a joy ride?

The angel that slaughtered Kevin?
That angel?

Who you let in the front door
in the first place.

You tricked me, Dean.

And now I'm the one who wakes up
in the middle of the night

seeing my hands killing Kevin,
not you!

So, please, when you say
you don't want to explain

anything to me... don't.
I get it.

And I also get
that Metatron has to go.

And I know you're our best shot
to do that.

I'm gonna take my shot,
for better or worse.

- I know.
- No matter the consequences.

I know.

But if this is it,
we're gonna do it together.

You want to know what he whispered
to her, right? In the video?

His next stop.

So what are we all
gollywagging on about? Chop-chop.

Excuse me. I'm not exactly
demon minion number three here.

As the kids say,
I've got mad skills.

I don't know
what you expected here, okay?

I don't really care,

but you wanted off
the hamster wheel. Get off.

Well... I guess
I've been Winchestered.

I'd wish you boys good luck,
if I thought it would help.

Well done.
We've sent word to Metatron.

He'll be back shortly.
You can wait inside.

Thank you, Ingrid.

What's going on?

No, no, no, no! Not here!

Did you really think
your little ruse would work?

Please. Please!

Welcome to Heaven's jail, Castiel.

I believe Gadreel
can give you the tour.

Excuse me?

I'm sorry, but are you Marv?

This is my friend, George.

I hear you perform miracles.

It is a burden I accept.

- A little single malt?
- George.

- What?
- How about we take care

of that diabetes?

Left you a little something
to celebrate with.

Thank you.

He's a fraud!

I'm afraid I don't know
what you mean, good sir.

How can one be a fraud
when one offers nothing?

A little love, a little hope...

the occasional miracle.
Nothing more.

You know exactly
what I mean, Metatron.

Excuse me?

His name is Metatron.

And much as he'd like you to think,
he's not one of you.

He's an angel.

- We both are.
- An angel?

Okay.

Somebody's been drinking
out of George's canteen.

So you deny you're
the former scribe of God.

- Sir...
- A petty, unliked, unloved angel...

These people don't want to hear...
...driven by the relentless pursuit

- of power and nothing more.
- This has really gone too far.

Who's already brought the rest
of the angels under his iron thumb.

As I will you, brother,
if you don't...

Shut your mouth!

- Angel? Scribe of God? Please.
- It's true.

What is true is what I can see
with my own two eyes.

You want to call him
pathetic, common?

Be my guest.
Who here isn't?

But who here has the gift
that this man has?

Do you know what he did?

And I'm afraid
if you'd seen what I've seen,

you'd think of him as nothing more
than an abomination.

Abomination?

Try miracle worker!

- Try Messiah.
- Better.

I am sorry you don't believe me.

But I must do
what my mission demands.

I must protect you.

Yeah, that's not gonna...

They love me.

They really, really love me.

A little help.

- Anything?
- Yeah. He's up there.

About a mile up the road.
There's a homeless encampment.

The way the folks are talking,
he's got them convinced

he's some kind of... new Jesus
or something.

You good?

Yeah, I'm good.

Listen, Sammy, about... you know,
the last couple of months...

I know.

So before we find something
else to fight about...

tell me...

Are you ready to gut this bitch?

Sorry, little brother.
It's not your fight.

Okay, so you're telling me
that Metatron set you up,

arranged those suicide bombers to
make himself look like the victim.

Gadreel is his
second in command.

For what other reason than the truth
would he turn against Metatron?

So now I'm expected
to trust the word of an angel

who's only ever thought
of himself since the Garden, and you?

You told us not a single angel more
would die in this fight.

What do you think
I have been trying to do?

Trying? By killing Metatron?

He is the reason
for all of our suffering.

- Nothing you say matters.
- Would you rather I not try at all?

Not if you can't prove it.

So give us a chance.

Let us out, Hannah. Please.

Can I help you?

Take it easy, chief.

You're Dean Winchester.

- Now, how did you know that?
- He said you were coming.

Well, here I am.
Where's Metatron?

- Marv.
- Sure.

In there.

Praying for our forgiveness.

Forgiveness for what?

Is he, now?

I sat in this hole
for thousands of years,

thinking of nothing
but redemption,

of reclaiming my good name.

I thought of nobody, no cause,
other than my own.

You've been redeemed, my friend.

The only thing that matters
in the end is the mission,

protecting those who would not
and cannot protect themselves:

The humans.

None of us is bigger than that.

And we will not let our fears,
our self-absorption

prevent us from seeing it through.

- Not anymore.
- No. Of course not.

Move to the other side
of your cell, Castiel,

- and keep your head down.
- What are you doing?

When they say my name,
perhaps I won't just be

- the one who let the serpent in.
- Don't!

Perhaps I will be known
as one of the many...

Gadreel.
...who gave Heaven a second chance.

- Run, sister.
- Gadreel.

Do you believe him now?

You can save
the humble-pie Jesus routine

for somebody who gives a damn.

The problem with you, Dean,
is the cynicism.

Always with the cynicism.

But most people,

even the real belly-crawlers
living in filth,

or Brentwood...

...they don't want to be cynical.

They just want something
to believe in.

- And that'd be you.
- Why not me?

You've been working those people
outside for, what, a day?

They've already spilled blood
in your name.

You are nothing
but Bernie Madoff with wings.

So I'm a fake.

Do you have any idea
how much Pan-Cake makeup

and soft lighting it took
to get God to work a rope line?

He hated it.

And, you know,
humans sense that.

So they prayed harder and longer

and fought more wars in his name.

And for what?
So they could die of malaria?

Leukemia?

And all the while,
blaming themselves!

"Oh, if only I'd been more prayerful,
God would have loved me!

God would have saved me!"
You know what?

God didn't even know their name!

But I do.

Because I've walked among them.

- And I can save them.
- Sure, you can.

So long as your mug
is in every Bible

and "What would Metatron do?"
Is on every bumper.

And?

What, are you blaming me
for giving them what they want,

giving them a brand
they can believe in?

I'm blaming you for Kevin!

I'm blaming you
for taking Cass' grace.

Hell, I'm blaming you for the Cubs
not winning the World Series

for the last 100 freaking years.

Whatever it is...

I'm blaming you.

The First Blade.

Nasty piece of work, isn't she?

Okay, let's say you win, Dean...

...and I die.

What's the world left with then?

A herd of panty-waisted angels
and you?

Half out of your mind
with Lord knows what

pumping through those veins?

You see, the only thing you've said
that went into my ear

- was that you die.
- Oh, fine. We'll fight.

I don't know what you expect
is gonna come of all this.

Unless...

...that's why you're stalling.

Because you know
nothing's gonna come of this

unless your pals succeed upstairs.

Well, here's a news flash.

Humpty and Dumpty are starring
in their very own version

Heaven
right now.

Wow, that big blade and that...
douchy tribal tat

sure gave you some superjuice.

Woo!

Okay.

Where is it?

Remove her.

So, you took Abaddon's scalp,

then you figured you'd take on
little, old, nebbishy me.

What could go wrong?

And you're powered
by the bone of a jackass,

and it is just awesome, right?

Here's a tip.

Next time, try to be powered
by the word of God.

Stay back.

Stay back!

Where's Metatron?

No!

Hey. Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. Hey.

Well played, Castiel.

Obviously, you and Gadreel managed
to turn a few dead enders against me.

Gadreel is dead.

Ah.

So Gadreel bites the dust.

And the Angel Tablet,

arguably the most powerful instrument
in the history of the universe,

is in pieces, and for what again?

Oh, that's right,
to save Dean Winchester.

That was your goal, right?

I mean, you draped yourself
in the flag of Heaven,

but, ultimately, it was all
about saving one human, right?

Well, guess what?

He's dead, too.

And you're sitting in my chair.

Sammy, you got to get out
of here before he comes back.

Shh... Shut up. Shut up.
Just save your energy, all right?

We'll stop the bleeding.
We'll get you a doctor

or, find a spell.
You're gonna be okay.

Listen to me.

- It's better this way.
- What?

The Mark.

It's making me into something
I don't want to be.

Don't worry about the Mark.
We'll figure out the Mark later.

Just hold on, okay?
Give me some help.

- You will never get away with this.
- Get away with what?

You told a silly story to a group
of less-than-believers.

I'll clean up your mess
in an hour.

You give our brothers and sisters
far too little credit.

They will soon learn that you
have been playing them.

And then?

They will do nothing because
they are frightened little sheep

following my crook wherever it leads.

And where I'm taking them,

back to our rightful place
atop this mountain

of human shame and excrement,

when that happens, trust me,

they're not gonna care
how they got there.

What happened with you
being okay with this?

- I lied.
- Ain't that a bitch?

You know why you could never
quite pull it together, Castiel,

while you're sitting here
with your grace slowly burning away

and your reputation
long extinguished?

No curiosity.

You didn't read enough.

You never learned
how to tell a good story.

But you did.

Sam. Hold up. Hold up.

I got to say something to you.

What?

I'm proud of us.

No, no. Hey, hey, hey.
Hey, wake up, buddy.

Hey. Dean.

Dean!

You're doing the right thing...
letting him live.

- It's what a leader would do.
- I'm no leader, Hannah.

I never was.

I just want to be an angel.

And your grace?
What will you do about that?

You will die
if you don't replenish it.

Damn it, Crowley.

You got him into this mess.

You will get him out...

or so help me, God.

Your brother, bless his soul...

...is summoning me as I speak.

Make a deal, bring you back.

It's exactly what I was
talking about, isn't it?

It's all become so... expected.

You have to believe me.

When I suggested you take
on the Mark of Cain,

I didn't know
this was going to happen.

Not really.

I mean, I might not have
told you the entire truth.

But I never lied.

I never lied, Dean.

That's important.

It's fundamental.

But, there is one story
about Cain

that I might have...
forgotten to tell you.

Apparently, he, too,
was willing to accept death,

rather than becoming the killer
the Mark wanted him to be.

So he took his own life
with the Blade.

He died.

Except, as rumor has it,

the Mark never quite let go.

You can understand
why I never spoke of this.

Why set hearts aflutter
at mere speculation?

It wasn't until you summoned me...

No, it wasn't truly until you left
that cheeseburger uneaten...

...that I began
to let myself believe.

Maybe miracles do come true.

Listen to me, Dean Winchester,

what you're feeling right now,
it's not death.

It's life, a new kind of life.

Open your eyes, Dean.

See what I see.

Feel what I feel.

And let's go take a howl
at that moon.