All language subtitles for supernatural.s11e03.bdrip.x264-mayhem

Don't!

Where the hell are you, Cass?

I am fine.

You don't sound okay.

What I have, you can't help me.
Please, tell Sam.

Rowena escaped with
the Book of the Damned and the Codex.

...is Amara.

We're bound, Dean.

We'll always be bound. You helped me.

We will always help each other.

I think Amara's The Darkness.

Interesting.

Whatever's in that house,
I can taste the power radiating from it.

It's old. Deep.

Dark.

- Where are you going?
- To see the child that eats souls.

Stay away from her.

I want that child.
And I get what I want.

My, haven't you grown
into a sweet young thing?

I feel the spell
just cutting deeper and deeper.

And I'm trying to fight it. I'm trying.

Help me.

And they shall know us far and wide.

And fear us. And we shall be known as the

Mega Coven!

Mega Coven.

See, because it's greater
than "Grand Coven."

So it's not grand. It's mega.

It's the Mega Coven.

I don't think you're following.

And why ever would we join you
in such a thing?

Because that Grand Coven of yours
is obsolete, don't you see?

And utterly failing apart since
the High Priestess Olivette disappeared.

Which we hear you may have had a hand in.

Idle gossip.

Cut the crap, Rowena. You're just looking
for protection from the hunter Winchesters

and all the rest of your many enemies.

And, honey, you don't have the guts
or the chops to pull this off,

so let's not kid ourselves.

Really?

It so happens I killed the King of Hell.

My own son,

the King of Hell.

And compelled an angel to do it!

Guts? Chops? I'd say that qualifies!

I have a friend who cut a deal
with Crowley only yesterday.

Crowley didn't look so dead.

What?

You're as delusional as ever.
We'll be going.

Delusional? We'll see.

He lives?

So that was the last of the neighbors.
Just like the rest.

Dean?

- Dean.
- Yeah.

- You okay?
- Yeah.

Yeah, I'm fine.

Just saying we got nothing.

No one saw anything unusual
going on at the house

the day the baby disappeared.

If this is truly The Darkness
we're talking about,

it's more of a time bomb than a baby.

Yeah, but it is still a baby, right?

I mean, The Darkness I saw was an adult.
So it still has to, uh, to grow up.

The Darkness is almost infinite power.

I'm not sure what "growing up"
means in this case.

Well, God kicked this thing's
ass once before, right?

Yeah, it'd be nice if he put down
the mai tai and show up for work.

I wouldn't count on it.

It's possible he's around.
Closer than we think, you know?

What makes you say that?

I believe he made a fairly definitive
statement when he walked away.

Sorry about those, Cass.

Till we know what's going on with you,

you're still a bit of a wild card.
You know?

I hate to point this out,

but you both know who we might need
to help deal with The Darkness.

Don't even say it.

He was God's scribe.
He did hear about everything.

That's just like saying it.

- Cass, you all right, pal?
- It's the spell.

We were hoping your angel wiring
would fight it off

or slow it down at least.

It appears I simply respond
differently from humans.

If you were you human,
you'd be gone.

With you, it's like it's digging deeper.

You know, Rowena's the only one
who can remove it.

We're doing everything to find her, okay?
But so far, we got nothing.

Well, it's getting worse.

Yes, Majesty, my operative is certain.
Your mother has been found.

Then move.

Annihilate the treacherous bitch.

She's making impressive progress
in her studies,

considering just days ago
she was in diapers.

Watch her.
She speaks to no one outside the court.

If she's half as powerful
as I think she is, I want her on my team.

"Amara." It's a pretty name.
Did you name her?

That's what the lovely Jenna called her,

just before Amara sucked out her soul.

What do we have her watching now?

Hitler's Nuremberg speeches.

We had them translated.

Hmm.

Amara, sweetie.

You can take a little break if you like.

Nanny said you're doing very well
with your schooling.

I want you to be happy in your new home.

Whatever you want, whenever you want it,
you just have to ask.

I just want you to save me. From him.

From God? He's been very mean
to my little girl, hasn't he?

- He tricked me.
- He's a wily one.

He sealed me away.

And how exactly did he manage that?

I don't want to talk about it.

Of course.

You're a very lucky girl. I'm a king.

And if anyone can protect you
from that rascally deity, it is I.

Thank you.

"Thank you, Uncle Crowley."

Hmm.

"How did this happen?"
I kept asking myself.

Witchcraft was a proud
and adventurous calling.

But the Grand Coven let it collapse
in disgrace.

Cowardly witches hiding in shadows.

Well, we were being burned
or hung by the thousands.

It put a lid on our enthusiasm.

Nonsense. Poor leadership.

Our people deserve a renaissance.

And I'm looking for the best of the best
to leave the Grand Coven

and join me in the

Mega Coven!

You heard what I said, right?

- My, look at the time.
- Mmm.

Did I mention I have in my possession
the Book of the Damned?

Aye, written by crazy Sister Agnes herself
on her own flesh.

Its secrets are making me
a force of nature, girls.

A force of nature.

And you'd share these secrets
with the Mega Coven?

I've always been a giver.

Is there a chance I could be an officer?

In the Grand Coven,
I never made it past sergeant-at-arms.

You have no idea
the rewards headed your way.

Come on, Crowley, pick up!
I've left you a dozen messages.

Why isn't he answering the phone?

Because he's a dick.

And that's not breaking news.

He's gotta have Rowena
in his sights, right?

I mean, she did try to take him out.

He's not gonna deliver Rowena to us
just so she can lift the spell.

He'd rather let it do
whatever it's gonna do to me.

He's gotta be up to something.

Yeah. Again, not breaking news.

Metatron is also off the grid.

He stole your car
in Blaine, Missouri, right?

Yeah.

Yeah, uh, no accidents,
incidents, violations

or anything remotely interesting involving
a crappy '78 Continental Mark V.

You think it's crappy?

Eye of the beholder.

Oh...

He's a shut-in for centuries,
former scribe of God.

You wouldn't think
he would be a good driver.

You know what? I'll look for unusual
occurrences at places he might hang out.

Cass.

Places Metatron might hang out.

Um...

He loves waffles.
You could try places that have those.

Okay, so every restaurant
in the entire country.

Cass?

Cass! Cass, hey!

Easy, easy. Cass?

Cass. Hey. Are you okay?

Relative to what?

Do you know where you are?
What's the date?

Earth.

Several billion years from the beginning.

Come on, buddy.

It's like I was inside a blender

that was set to purée for a tomato salsa.

And you're the tomato?

In this analogy, yes.

Yeah.

Cass, what was that?
You scared the crap out of us.

I blacked out for a lot of it,
but I don't...

I don't know, it overwhelmed me.

I... I couldn't control it.

Let's get him up. Come on. Come on.

There you go.

- We gotta find that witch.
- Yeah.

What can I do to help?

No, no.
You just, uh, sit there, take a breather.

Try and put yourself back together.

Okay. I'll do my best.

It's difficult with these voices.

Now there are voices?

Are these voices telling you
to hurt someone?

No, guys, I'm hearing Angel Radio.

It's a lot of chatter. They're...

They've been looking
for me since I escaped,

As well as scouring the earth
for the perp.

- It's slang for "perpetrator."
- Ah.

Yeah, thank you.
Um, any, any perp in particular?

Metatron. They're doubling the effort
to find him,

so if we need to get hold of him,
we'd better do it soon.

Yeah, before the God Squad does.
All right, well, first things first.

Listen to this, may be something here.

Uh, in Denver,
three women were at this Café Elta,

when their waiter, for no apparent reason,
stabbed and killed one.

One survived, and the third vanished

after furniture seemed
to slide around by itself.

What do you think?

Uh, who's your lead
on the Café Elta investigation?

You look confused.

Troubled.

God did all of this
after he locked me away.

I didn't know it was so much.

All for his own ego.

And no matter what he made,
that doesn't excuse what he did to us.

I know.

Amara.

You must stay fixed on our purpose.

Even we cannot undo what's already done.

But as you grow and become stronger,

your true destiny
will become clear to you.

I am what you are becoming.

And we are mightier than God.

Not in bed yet?

Not yet. Soon.

Working on your studies. Good girl.

Learning anything interesting?

I think SO.

Hmm.

Hey.

Hey.

Pretty bad in Heaven?

Yep. How about downstairs?

Yeah. Don't get me started.

Alarms go off?

You wouldn't believe.

I know, right? Us, too.

Something's changed.

Something's here.

It's big. Big as God. Big as Lucifer.

They doing anything about it on your end?

Zip. How about upstairs?

Business as usual.

You'd think there'd be an executive order.

The King's holed up doing who knows what.

After Hannah died,
Heaven's pretty much been a suck sandwich.

You know who gets squeezed?
It's grunts like us.

Yeah, punch a clock, you're expendable.

You know, our two operations
will always butt heads. That's the setup.

But this? We could be out of work.

Yeah. We get knocked out, it takes over.

Someone's gotta do something.

Someone?

Yeah. If management won't,
it's up to the little guy.

Yeah. I hear you.

Power to the people, my friend.

Well, not actually people.

You know what I mean.

Sheriff's station...

Thanks.

- Agents, I've got to go.
- We got it. Yeah.

Hello.

So, ladies lunch goes south when a waiter
who reeks of sulfur

attacks with a blade, killing one of you,
while the redhead who invited you

yells something in Latin, disappears,
and the furniture forms a pile.

That about right?

Uh-huh.

Any idea why a demon
would wanna attack three witches?

I don't know what you're talking about.

Right. The waiter was possessed by a demon
assassin who was gunning for Rowena,

since she tried to kill her son, Crowley,

who just so happens to be
the King of Hell.

Why do I think you're not FBI,
like the police said?

Let's cut to it.

The cops say that you're so scared
you don't wanna leave here.

Well, you should be.

'Cause Crowley's
not only going after Rowena.

He's going after every witch
that she hangs with.

- I'm no witch.
- Sure you are.

And your pal Rowena,
she's recruiting a new coven. Hmm?

You can't do this, I have rights.

And I have a fake badge.

Look at this!

Chicken bones, hex bags.

A pentagram.

Still sticking with, uh, "not a witch"?

Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah.

Listen, before you finish
what you're about to say,

know that we are the only thing
between you and Crowley's ninjas.

But I didn't try to hurt him!
I mean, I am nobody!

I'm... I'm worse than nobody.

I'm... I'm nobody's third cousin
who doesn't even get invited to dinner.

Look, we don't care.
We just need to know where Rowena is.

I have no idea.

But you do know how to scry,
is that right?

"Scry"? What's that?

Exactly what you know it is.

A locating spell. When you witches
use crystals and prisms and mirrors

to divine images
of who you're trying to find.

We're trying to get our hands
on Rowena, okay?

Now, with her out of the picture,
Crowley has no reason to go after you.

You got it?

I don't have my crystals.

Oh.

Well,

this ought to work, huh?

I'll get the light.

I see her.

She's packing a bag.

Amara, I have a gift for you.

Two, actually.

Is that blood?

Probably.

And...

You have to forgive me
for being the tiger mom,

but it's never too soon
to improve your mind with books.

Agreed, but I like the one
Nanny gave me more.

Dante's Inferno in the original Italian.

Has Nanny been teaching you other things
about our world?

Some. It doesn't work very well, does it?

That's God for you.
Not really thought out.

The whole big-bang thing,
more of a big bust.

I mean, boom! Bang!

Stars. Evolution. Taylor Swift.

I'm guessing
you'd have done things differently.

I sure will. I've had a lot of time
to think it through.

Any specifics
that we have to look forward to?

I'm hungry.

Of course.

Goodies.

I killed her.

Not quite.

The meat-suit was already dead.

It was just the soul that was inside it
that was keeping it alive.

Not anymore.

Thank you, Uncle Crowley.

You're welcome.

Airport. And be careful with the bags.
They're antiquities.

Just my way of giving you the finger,
Mr. Winchester.

I don't suppose you're here to thank me
for removing the Mark of Cain,

which, by the way, you're welcome.

Let's just take things up a notch,
what do you say?

I'd think you'd know by now, Samuel.

These things don't hold me long.

They just need to hold you long enough.

Well, they do say blondes have more fun.

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your premiere website
for all your Asian girl fantasies.

We have hundreds of lovely girls
just waiting to chat with you,

twenty-four hours a day.

What could "Fortune Nookie" be?

Castiel.

Don't!

The cafeteria is serving
dead meat-suits, right?

Yes, Majesty.

No chance of soulless lunatics
roaming the halls.

Did I hear someone mention dessert?

In a minute, sweetheart.

Now, what were we just chatting about?

How when God created mankind,
he really screwed it up.

Language!

Is that any way
for a primal force to speak?

Every time I take in a soul,
I feel how much emptiness there is.

Yes.

God made a world
where people have to suffer.

And then they die.

Unfortunately.

But frankly, why would they want
to live in such a world?

I salute your insight, cupcake.

Yes, God's plan is hideously flawed.

But you and I together,

well, we can shape things
to our own worldview.

A place where, like the dinosaur,
virtue is extinct.

Where the very air
that we breathe is pure evil.

Would you like that?

Would you?

You'd really be happy
if everyone was evil?

Well, actually, now I come to think of it,

if everyone was dark and damned,
it wouldn't be much of a challenge.

Watching a human reject the light
and embrace depravity,

yes, well, that's where
the gratification really is.

Never gets old.

This bemuses you?

Good. Evil.

Heaven. Hell. People.

It all seems so unimportant.

Well, I don't know that I'd say that.

I don't think
you're seeing the big picture.

Meaning what exactly?

Guess what, Uncle Crowley?

I'm hungry.

No!

Mind the undergarments, Samuel.
Imported, of course.

Where is it?

Where's what, dear?

The book. The Book of the Damned.

The Codex is in there, but the Book
is not. So where the hell is it?

Do you take me for a fool?

Like I'd run around with those
two spectacularly powerful items

anywhere in proximity!

Well, now we've got the Codex.
And Charlie's code-breaking.

So the Book isn't as useful to you
as it was.

Or so you hope.
That's what I admire in you, Samuel.

That plucky optimism.

That plucky, stupid optimism.

Sam, why don't you go grab Cass

so Florence Nightingale here
can do her stuff?

Yeah.

You do recall our deal, eh?

First I de-spell the angel.
Then I go free.

Mmm. Except for one thing.

There were no exceptions
in our arrangement.

The Book. Gonna need that baby back.

The Book was never mentioned
in our negotiations.

Well, now it is.

Our deal says...

Our deal says whatever I want it to say.

You're gonna play by my rules because

I have your son on speed dial.

Call him.

If I'm dead,
you've got a big fat pile of nothing.

No Book. Ever.

And your friend with the bent halo?

He goes foaming-at-the-mouth mad and dies.

Your turn.

Your eyes.

So burdened.

What happened, precisely,
when I removed the Mark?

The Book wasn't specific.

Yes, I read quite a bit of it.

What new hell has Dean Winchester
unleashed upon the world?

- Dean!
- Yeah?

Hey! I can't find Cass!

- What?
- He's not there. He... He broke free.

He's gone.

So absurd, driving in circles
looking for your unhinged angel.

We're not driving in circles, all right?

We're locked onto his phone's GPS.
We're tracking his location.

I have no idea what you just said,
but I'm sure I could do it faster.

Yeah, maybe you could,
but you would have to do a spell,

which means
we would have to take the cuffs off.

And we are not
going to take the cuffs off.

There's no trust? Are we not a team?

No.

You sent for me, sire?

I wanted to commend you

for how well you've stepped
into your new role as nanny,

after the last one became indisposed.

"Indisposed"? She's dead.

At any rate, you seem to be cut out
for this kind of work.

Amara clearly responds to you.

She looks at me like she wants to eat me.

She wants to eat everyone.
Don't take it personally.

Majesty, uh, I have no experience
with children. Um...

Is there nothing else I can do?

Apparently not,

seeing as you failed
to assassinate my mother.

I'd hate to be disappointed twice.

I'm aware.

So, here's the thing.

Amara seems to be growing
in leaps and bounds.

Not just in maturity,
but in strength and confidence, too.

I don't want her to get out of hand
before I'm sure of her loyalty.

I need you to stop overfeeding her.

But you said to give her
whatever she wants, whenever she wants it.

Now I'm saying
something different, aren't I?

Yes.

We don't want a generation of entitled,
pudgy kids, do we?

No, we do not.

So, simply inform her
that we're cutting back on her soul food,

that uh... It's the healthier choice.

You want me to tell her this?

You are her nanny, aren't you?

Well...

'Cause if you're not the nanny,
then what are you?

I know. Roasting on a spit
until the end of time.

I'll, uh, do my best.

Good man.

And you look wonderful in an apron.

You wouldn't think a road trip with two
such strapping lads could be this tedious.

- Shall we have a wee sing-song?
- No.

I've myself to blame. I should
never make deals with Winchesters,

since they seem unable
to hold up their end of the bargain.

Meaning what?

Oh, just that thing between Sam,
Crowley and myself.

What? What's she talking about?

Oh, surely, you knew Sam
made a deal with me to kill my son

if I removed the Mark of Cain
from your arm.

Well? Is the Mark gone? Yes.

Is Crowley dead? No.

Mmm. Oh!

You didn't know?

He didn't know?

Look, I was gonna tell you, obviously,

but nothing ever came of it, sol, I
figured there was no point, you know?

No point, huh?

I mean, I see what Dean's saying.

Your wee pal Castiel wouldn't be in this
pickle if you'd done what you promised.

I would have had no reason
to cast the Attack Dog spell

if Crowley were already dead.

Excellent point.

It's not my point. Sam knows my point.

Keyword, "secrets."

Ah, well,

I'm just glad
I got the conversation flowing.

Family relations are a specialty of mine.

- Did he stop?
- Hey. Yeah, he stopped.

And he's close.

Come on.

All right, he's gotta be around here
somewhere, so I'll head up the street.

You guys head the other way.

Are you joking? I'm in heels.

- Hey.
- Get a life.

Hi! I did.

Cass! Cass! Don't do this.

Okay, this isn't you. It's the spell.
You can beat this.

Cass. Let her go.

Go! go! go!

Hey. Okay, okay.

It's gonna be okay, buddy, all right?

Do I need to remind you
these are witch-killing bullets?

Finish it!

Yes, yes, all right.

Cass?

Cass? Cass.

Hey.

Come on. Come on.

Hey.

I'm sure you had every intention
of honoring our deal,

but why take chances?

Hey.

You should keep applying that.

Thanks, Morn.
Why don't you just keep the beers coming?

Dean, I... There aren't words...

You're right. There aren't words, Cass,
'cause there's no need.

You were under a spell, it's fine.

Yeah, but you had Rowena.
Because of me, you...

You know, Cass...

We've got the Codex. That's a start.

You know, it'll slow Rowena down some.

If we'd killed her, the Book of the Damned
would've been lost.

Besides, we got bigger fish to fry.

The Darkness. What does she want?

Well, the big question is,
where the hell is she?

Dean, I can fix that.

No, no, no. No, no, it's fine, Cass.

Besides, I had it coming.

"...hereby command and decree...
Blah, blah, blah.

"Hung up to all eternity...
Entrai removed..."

Amara?

I'm hungry.

Of course, poppet.

But tell you what,
maybe we should have a chat first.

I said, "I'm hungry."

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