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SAM: Abaddon. She's a demon.

Who, turns out, is a Knight of Hell.

MAN: Knights of Hell are hand-picked

by Lucifer himself.

- I am your king. - About that.

(GRUNTING)

Right now, you and I are gonna talk about a regime change.

(GASPS)

(SCREAMING)

(SHRIEKING)

How do I stop?

Just let it go.

We'll figure it out.

- Ah! - Sam?

DEAN: Sammy's hurt. He's hurt real bad.

This one goes out to any angel with their ears on.

This is Dean Winchester.

And I need your help.

(GRUNTING)

Easy there, brother.

(SCREAMING)

I heard your prayer.

And I am here to help.

You want to help?

Start with a name.

Ezekiel.

(GRUNTING)

(SHRIEKING)

No, we had a deal. I fight, you save!

There is a chance I can fix your brother. From the inside.

How would it work?

I heal Sam, while healing myself.

And when he's healed?

I leave.

He's gonna wake up, right?

- He will. - So, when he does, what...

What, is he gonna feel you, inside,

triaging his spleen?

He will not feel me, no.

There's no reason for him to know I'm in here at all.

Without his acceptance, Sam can eject me at any time.

And if Sam does eject me, he will die.

Then, we keep it a secret for now.

So, what, Cass is human?

Ish.

I mean, he's got no grace, no wings, no...

...harp, whatever the hell else he had.

SAM: Okay.

And where did he crash-land?

Called me from a payphone, from Longmont, Colorado.

I told him just to make for the bunker.

You think he can handle a road trip like that?

Cass is a big boy.

Things go Breaking Bad, he knows our number.

Right now, I got bigger worries.

What, fallen angels?

Yeah.

Anyway, thanks to Metatron,

we now have a couple of thousand confused,

loose nukes walking around down here.

What do you think they're gonna do?

I got no damn clue.

What about Crowley?

You, uh... (CLICKS TONGUE)

I would've loved nothing better than to ice that limey bitch.

But then, I thought to myself,

"What would Sam Winchester do?"

I'd, uh...

stabbed him in the brain.

Oh...

Well, I figured the King of Hell might know a few things,

so, why not Zero Dark Thirty his ass?

Wait...

So Crowley is alive?

DEAN: Oh, yeah.

He's the junk in my trunk.

SAM: Huh!

(HIGH-PITCHED SQUEALING)

(NECK CRACKS)

(GRUNTS)

(EXHALES)

(SCREECHING)

Oh!

The hell?

Dean?

You're alive!

Yeah, because you're a crappy shot...

Katniss.

KEVIN: Sorry.

It's been a bad couple of days.

I haven't slept, or eaten.

Pretty backed-up.

Okay, over-share.

After we talked, this place went nuts.

All right, there was some alarm

and all the machines were freaking out and the...

the bunker just locked down.

I couldn't open the door, my cell phone stopped working.

I thought the world was ending.

Close.

The angels fell.

The...

What does that mean?

Nothing good.

Listen, next time the world's ending,

grab a gun.

(PHONE BEEPS) I got service.

(EQUIPMENT POWERING UP)

KEVIN: It's back online.

Maybe when you opened the door from the outside door,

it reset the system.

Yeah, okay, let's go with that.

(DOOR OPENS)

Hey, all good?

Is it ever?

Come on.

No.

Ow!

Hello.

(GRUNTS)

Never get tired of doing that.

Oh!

Homey.

Where did you get this fantastic

little treehouse?

SAM: All right, here's how it's gonna go.

You're giving us the name of every demon on Earth

and the people they're possessing.

Am I?

Doesn't sound like me.

I saw you break down, Crowley.

When I was trying to cure you,

I know a part of you was human again,

maybe still is.

Blah, blah, boo-hoo.

Done?

Okay.

Because this is what I know. I'm not giving you anything.

Why would I?

You have no leverage, darlings.

You're not gonna close the Gates of Hell,

because you didn't.

You're not gonna kill me, because you haven't.

So what's left?

We have a few ideas.

Torture?

Brilliant.

Can't wait to see Sam in stilettos

and a leather bustier,

really putting the S-A-M into S and M.

Honestly, boys.

What are you gonna do to me

that I don't do to myself, just for kicks,

every Friday night?

Have fun.

(DOOR SHUTS)

Hm...

What's Crowley doing here? Why isn't he dead?

Why aren't you stabbing him right now?

All right, all right, chill out, Kevin, okay?

- We need him. - What?

Kevin, look.

If we can get Crowley to give us

the name of every demon he's got top-side,

we can hunt them down.

All of them.

He will break, okay?

And when he does, we'll hold him down,

while you knife him.

Then we all go out for ice cream and strippers.

Just stay away from him, all right?

So now what?

I got to make some phone calls.

You need to hit the angel tablet,

see if you can find anything on the spell

that Metatron used to empty out Heaven.

SAM: And maybe we can reverse it

before the God Squad does too much damage.

DEAN: If we're lucky.

All right, check the net for anything angel-y.

Or demon-y.

Or monster-y or ghost-y. Or...

It's gonna be a busy year.

(PHONE BEEPING)

My name is Abaddon.

But enough about me, let's talk you.

Jason tells me you're all violent,

power-hungry opportunists.

So, maybe you can tell me,

what the hell happened to Hell?

And demons. I mean... (CHUCKLES)

You call that a meat-suit?

I closed 72 deals last year.

Kids love Grandma.

And that's the problem.

Deals.

We're paying for what we should be taking!

Who put Crowley in charge?

What's the matter? Hell-hound got your tongue?

You took orders from him!

He's the King!

He's a salesman!

A king fights.

A king conquers.

A king does more than sit around, reading contracts.

But the King's dead.

Long live the Queen.

I can train you.

I can get you new bodies.

And we will march into Hell,

where we will be greeted as liberators.

And demonkind will rise up and sweep over the Earth.

And all the humans and all the angels,

with their clipped wings, will bow to me!

Or they will burn.

What about Crowley?

Crowley's dead.

Uh-huh.

Well, uh, no offense, honey,

but we all thought you were dead,

until, like, a week ago.

And what if Crowley does come back?

Look, a lot of us, we're scared of him.

A lot of us still are.

Prove that Crowley's really gone,

and then maybe this scheme of yours will work.

Or not.

Honestly,

I always thought you Knights were overrated.

(GAGGING)

You go to Hell.

And you tell them

I'm coming.

DEAN: Yeah, Irv, fallen angels.

IRV: That's a wrinkle.

Well, trust me, they're just monsters with good PR.

So, if you run into one, torch his ass with holy oil.

Oh, and if they drop, like,

a silver sword, grab it,

those pig-stickers come in handy.

Okay. Criminy.

Hey, look, I know this is weird.

IRV: Hell, Deano, weird's what we do.

I remember this case me and Bobby worked

up in Saskatoon, and these two...

Werewolf Siamese twins?

He told you about that?

Every time he drank Labatts.

So, if you run into any problems,

give a call, okay?

And, uh, spread the word.

The more hunters that know, the better.

Roger-dodger.

MAN: So it's your first weekend pass into town, right?

Let's set it all up.

Jamie's waiting at the bar and has a thing

for men in uniform.

So, just start buying shots.

Then you can thank me in the morning.

Cool.

(SCREECHING)

(ROARING)

Now that is more like it.

(COUNTRY MUSIC PLAYS)

Need some help?

Uh, yeah.

I don't know, I think the thingy broke.

Well, I could give you a lift into town.

That would be amazing.

Thanks.

(CRACKLING)

(METAL SQUEAKING, MOANING)

Nice hunting.

(POLICE SIREN WAILS)

God.

This place reeks of sulphur.

The stink, with the freak thunderstorms and...

Every cow dead within three miles...

I'll take demons for a thousand, Alex.

Hi.

Agents Stark and Banner, FBI.

Just need to have a look around.

Why?

This is a military case, not a federal one.

Well, that's not what our supervisor said.

That so?

Then, maybe him and I ought to have a chat.

Hm...

Okay.

(PHONE RINGS)

Hey.

Hey, boss. We got a little problem here.

Boss?

Yeah, just local badge needs confirmation

we're supposed to be here.

How the word came down from

FBI headquarters in DC?

Wait, what, what?

Yeah.

This is Sergeant Miranda Bates.

Who am I talking to?

Uh... Kevin Solo.

How old are you?

Old enough.

And I'm with the FBI,

so you have to do what I say or...

Listen, kid. I don't have to do anything.

And I don't take orders from the Feeb.

So unless you can give me one good reason

you got a couple of pretty-boy agents poking around

my crime scene, I'm gonna put them in cuffs

and spank your ass raw, understand?

Cabo, last June.

What?

That's my reason.

Oh, my favorite's you wearing a sombrero

and doing a body-shot off some naked guy in a luchador mask.

Super classy.

How did you find that?

'Cause I'm Kevin frickin' Solo.

So unless you want this forwarded

to your commanding officer, Major Velasquez,

I suggest you give my guys anything they want.

Understand?

Yes.

Kevin?

What the hell did you just do?

All military computers are linked to the same network.

And?

I hacked it.

Hey, Kevin?

Good job, buddy.

Hey. Anything?

Yeah, this guy was shot in the heart.

That what killed him?

Maybe.

Fifteen, 20 years ago.

Every one of these bodies has a fatal wound

or two or three, but they're all old.

So we're looking at meat-suits.

Bodies took a lickin'

and the demon inside kept 'em tickin'.

Probably.

I think they were possessed.

And now those soldiers are.

Hey.

Excuse me, agents,

we pulled this off a security camera.

You might want to take a look.

DEAN: Abaddon?

Seriously?

I thought you Kentucky fried that meat-suit.

- I did, Dean. - You...

Well, then, how'd she get it back?

Thank you.

And why's she playing G.I. Joes?

No clue.

Why don't you ask her when we find her?

Oh, I will. And then I'm gonna chop her frickin' head off...

again.

(PUNCHES THUDDING, GRUNTING)

MAN: All right, Pete...

the Winchesters, where are they?

PETE: Bite me.

I said, where are the Winchesters?

And I said, bite me, crew-cut.

Let me show you how it's done, boys.

Help me! Ah!

Help! (GAGGING)

You can scream all you want to.

No one's gonna hear you!

Now let's talk Sam and Dean.

(PHONE RINGS)

Hello?

This is Dean's number.

But you're not a Winchester. Who are you?

KEVIN: I'm...

nobody.

Well, nobody.

I need you to give those boys a message for me.

I have something they might want.

Kevin, wait, wait, wait, slow down.

KEVIN: She gave me these coordinates.

44.053051,

by negative 123.427860.

And two names, Irv Franklin and Tracy Bell.

Irv's a friend, don't know Tracy.

KEVIN: All right, the lady said they were hunters

and that if you didn't go save them,

that she would kill them.

Yeah, I've heard that song before.

Dean, who was she?

DEAN: She's the bad guy.

All right, new job, dig up everything

Men of Letters have on Knights of Hell.

KEVIN: Knights of Hell.

Sure.

You find a way to kill one,

I mean, permanently,

drop a dime.

Thanks, Kevin.

The numbers point to a spot on the outskirts of Eugene, Oregon.

You know this is a trap, right?

Yup.

And we're just gonna walk right into it?

Guns blazin'.

You with me?

You know it.

SAM: You are the third trial.

CROWLEY: Where...

do I start...

DEAN: You're our bitch.

CROWLEY: ...to even look for forgiveness?

DEAN: Your demon ass is going to be a mortal ass.

Pretty damn boink.

CROWLEY: None of this means anything to you?

And Hannah,

she just... she needs to be loved.

She deserves it.

I deserve to be loved, I deserve to be loved!

I just want to be loved.

I just want to be loved.

Kevin?

Kevin, I know it's you.

I'd recognize the pitter-patter of those

little feet anywhere.

That's right.

Run.

It's what you do.

I understand, I do.

You're... What's the word?

Weak.

(DOOR OPENS)

Hiya, Kev.

DEAN: What the hell happened here?

Local chemical plant sprung a leak, years ago.

They evacuated three square blocks.

Guess it's still contaminated.

What, so this whole place is poisoned?

Yeah.

That's not gonna help.

It doesn't hurt.

(RATTLING)

Dean.

Irv?

Hey...

Where's Abaddon?

Abaddon's been torturing hunters.

She's trying to get intel on you boys.

Do you know why?

I seriously doubt she wants to add you

to her Christmas card list.

Now you want to make with the rescue or what?

Right after you take a shot of holy water, man.

Happy?

Sorry about that.

IRV: Don't worry about it.

Last thing you need is us popping black eyes.

Tracy, right? I'm Sam Winchester.

Good for you.

She's new.

We did a shifter job in Sacramento together.

Smart.

Got a mouth on her.

Let's gear up.

So...

what brings you to my boudoir, handsome?

You're gonna tell me how to kill a Knight of Hell.

Abaddon givin' you trouble, eh?

Tell you what, you let me go

and I'll spit-roast the little whore for you.

Sound good?

You're bluffing.

You don't know.

Oh, I know plenty.

For example, I know she'd love you.

Skinny, submissive.

You're just her type.

Shut up.

Fine.

That's not what you came for, anyway, not really.

What's on your mind, Kevin?

You can tell me.

We're friends.

You tortured me.

I torture all my friends.

It's how I show love.

I was raised in a dysfunctional home environment.

You killed my mom!

Did I?

I mean, are you sure?

Did you ever see a body?

I mean, how can you be sure she's dead?

Ah!

(COUGHING)

(PANTING)

You can do better than that, little man.

That's right.

Let it all out.

(SHOUTS)

All right, we got Jesus juice,

guns loaded with devil's trap bullets.

Shoot a demon, put him on lockdown.

Angel blade works.

SAM: They're coming.

DEAN: Good.

They've got assault rifles.

Okay, less good.

So...

what's the play?

DEAN: Come and get it, you dicks!

Down, now!

(RECORDED VOICE) Come and get it, you dicks!

Come and get it, you dicks!

Damn it.

All right.

We got a flank SEAL Team Douche in there, so, uh,

Irv, you and me, we'll go left, Sam, you and Tracy go right.

Okay. Let's move.

Don't touch me.

Whoa.

What's the problem?

My family's dead because of him.

What?

I watched a demon slaughter my parents.

And the whole time, it talked about

how it was celebrating.

How some dumb kid let Lucifer out of his cage.

Okay, all right, we got to move.

Girl's with me. Irv...

Okay. Let's go, son.

There.

Now that you've felt your feels,

maybe we can talk.

No.

I'm gonna make this simple, Kevin.

Let me go...

...and I'll give you back your mother.

She's dead.

Oh, she wishes she was.

After what I had my heavies do to her,

she's begging for it.

But when have you ever known me to let anyone off easy?

You think Sam and Dean care about her?

Huh?

You think they care about you?

You're just here to serve their needs.

Nothing more.

You're gonna lose, Kevin.

Everything.

It's just a matter of time.

When the Winchesters are done with you,

they'll toss you aside without a second thought.

Because they can.

Because they think they're special.

And because, well, there's always

another prophet waiting in the wings.

I'm the one in chains, but

we're both prisoners here.

What say,

you let me go and we walk out those doors together?

What say we both win?

Okay, I think they're still inside.

We'll wait till they come out, we pick 'em off, one by one.

Listen, for the record, Sam's not the only guy

who thought he was doing right,

then watched it all go to crap.

Okay, that's just part of being...

Being a hunter?

Being human.

Look, you want to be pissed off at Sam,

that's fine, I get it.

But if you want to go after somebody,

you make sure that they got black eyes.

You got to know who the real monsters are,

in this world, kid.

Sam, you copacetic?

Yeah.

Good.

Now hand me that toothpick

and you and Dean, Tracy, you beat feet out of here.

What?

I'm going in there alone.

I'll buy you as much time as I can.

Irv, that's death.

Yeah, well, it's what I got comin'.

It's my fault, Sam.

I was in some dive and I was sloppy and lonely

and I met some girl and the next thing you know,

I'm strapped to some bed and she's twistin' things

that ain't built to be twisted.

She who?

Abaddon.

I gave 'em up.

Pete, Tracy...

I gave 'em all up.

So, you hand me that blade and you let me do

what I got to do or so help me...

(GROANS)

(GUNFIRE)

(GUNSHOT) (GRUNTS)

Boo.

(GRUNTING)

Nice grouping-

Kevlar.

Beats magic bullets.

I love the future.

Listen,

my car is three blocks over.

Go get more bullets, more holy water...

Get everything!

No, no, but... but what about you?

Just go. Go, now!

Alone at last.

(GRUNTING)

I missed you.

Did you miss me?

(BONE CRACKS) Ah!

Cool. I didn't miss the best part.

I so appreciate you boys coming when I call.

I think that's what I like most about you Winchesters.

You're so obedient.

And suicidally stupid.

I like that, too.

Are we gonna fight or make out,

'cause I'm gettin' some real mixed signals here.

I want Crowley.

Or what's left of him.

Yeah, what's in it for me?

I let you die.

You give me Crowley's head and I will snap your neck,

quick and clean.

You won't feel a thing, trust me.

And if I tell you to get bent?

Oh.

Well...

You know, I've loved this body

since the moment I first saw it.

You're the perfect vessel, Dean.

You give a girl all sorts of nasty ideas.

So go ahead and play hard-to-get

and I'll peel off this no-demons-allowed tattoo

and blow smoke up your ass.

Ooh...

Well, I got to tell you, between you and me,

it is a horror show up there.

It can get worse.

Trust me.

'Cause once I'm on top, I'll make you watch.

(CHUCKLES) And I'll use your body.

Have you ever felt an infant's blood

drip down your chin?

Or listened to a girl scream, as you rip her guts out?

Because you will.

You and me, lover.

We'll have a grand old time.

(GRUNTING)

And here I thought all you Winchesters

were supposed to be tough.

(ABADDON MOANING)

An angel?

What, do you think we'd roll up to this mousetrap

without some backup?

They were going to kill him, Dean.

Ezekiel?

The hell did you do?

I was protecting your brother.

I thought that was what you wanted.

Yeah.

Right, yeah, no, uh...

Sorry, I'm just still getting used to this whole thing.

As am I.

But Sam's okay?

He was knocked unconscious.

In a way, he still is.

Sam will not remember any of this.

So, what the hell am I supposed to tell him

when he comes to?

That's why I used the knife.

Right.

Smart.

You are troubled still.

Yeah, it's just that...

...this is on me.

I was the one who talked Sam out of boarding up Hell.

Okay, so every demon deal,

every... Every kill that they make,

I mean, you're looking at the person who let it happen.

You were protecting your brother.

I am in Sam's head.

Everything he knows, I know.

And I know that what you did,

you did out of love.

Yeah.

Uh, look, Zeke. I'm gonna call you Zeke.

I'm not really with the whole love and...

...love.

But it is why I said yes.

Yeah, if that goes sideways, that's on me, too.

That is not going to happen.

This is nuts.

I mean, you're Sam, but you're not Sam.

And normally, he's the one

I'm talking to about all this stuff.

I'm trusting you, Zeke.

I just got to hope that you're one of the good guys.

I am.

But I suppose that is what a bad guy would say.

Dean Winchester, you are doing the right thing.

(SAM MOANS)

Sam?

Sammy!

Hey. Whoa.

Dean?

What the hell happened?

You took a shot to the head

and I came in and saved your ass.

Like usual.

You killed three demons?

Alone?

I took 'em by surprise.

Got a little messy, I got a little lucky.

Oh, and, uh...

I'm awesome, so, there's that.

Jeez.

Yeah.

You are pretty damn awesome.

(VEHICLE APPROACHING)

Hey.

You Okay?

Yeah. You?

More or less, yeah.

Good.

I got everything, but guess I'm late to the party.

Lucky you.

Let's blow this toxic waste dump.

Burgers and Silkwood showers on me.

Kevin!

Kevin?

Who worked you over?

Martin Hayward and Brandon Favors.

They did this to you?

No, they're demons.

You asked for names, I'm giving you names.

They're under-performers.

Spike them, you're doing me a favor.

Wow, you break easy.

Please.

Your little plan to have me stew in my own

delicious juices,

pathetic.

You want intel, I want things, too.

Maybe we can come to some kind of arrangement.

Quid pro quo, gentlemen.

So, these are what, then?

Freebies?

Not at all.

You can consider them fair trade for the enjoyment

that Kevin gave me.

What the hell is that supposed to mean?

He's my new favorite toy.

Wind him up, watch him go.

You check the names, I'll go find the kid.

Where do you think you're going?

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

Talk to me.

You can't keep me locked in here. I'm leaving.

Like hell!

Man, we told you not to talk to Crowley, okay?

He messes with your head!

He said my mom's alive.

Crowley said if I let him go, he'd give her back to me.

And you believed him.

He's still in there, isn't he?

Crowley's lying.

And if he's not?

Well, if she is alive, then she's dead.

In every way that matters, she's dead, Kevin, I'm sorry.

I know you're dying to bolt, man.

I get it.

But out that door,

it's demons.

And it's angels.

And they would all love to get their hands on a prophet.

So, even with Crowley here,

this is still the safest place for you.

It just is.

And we need you, man.

'Cause I'm useful.

Because you're family.

After all the crap we've been through,

after all the good that you've done...

Man, if you don't think that we would die for you,

I don't know what to tell you.

Because you, me, Sam and Cass.

We are all we've got.

But hey, if none of that matters to you, then,

I won't stop you.

DEAN: Kevin's passed out in one of the back rooms.

He's a tough kid.

He'll bounce back.

What's up with you?

Nothing.

It's just...

What Tracy said about me.

She wasn't wrong.

Sam, listen to me.

You have helped a hell of a lot more people

than you have hurt.

So, all of that...

That was then.

Okay?

Here's to now.

So, you ready for it?

Hm...

Fallen angels?

Abaddon?

Cass losing his halo, Crowley in our basement?

Crap, we're livin' in a friggin' sitcom.

What about you?

How's the, uh, the engine runnin'?

Honestly, um,

I feel better than I have in a long time.

I mean, I realize it's crazy out there

and we have trouble coming for us.

But I look around and I... I see friends and family.

I am happy with my life, for the first time in...

...forever.

I... I am. I really am.

I... I just... Things are...

Things are good.