All language subtitles for Supernatural S08E07 A Little Slice of Kevin-eng

No. Stop. Stop. Not Leviathans.

- What happened?
- I went to purgatory. Sam hit a dog.

Crowley kidnapped you. I saw.
But you escaped. How?

There was a tablet.
I told Crowley I was opening a hell gate...

"How to Destroy Demons."

- Hi, Mom.
- Kevin.

- She's clean.
- Who is this lovely young thing?

Unh! Stay away from my son.

Hello, boys.

Good luck closing the gates to hell
without this.

Kevin! You gotta be kidding me.

- Kevin figures we don't need him.
- Crowley still does.

You're an angel?
You're chasing the magic rock.

- We protect the word of God.
- Cass didn't make it.

Dean!

Push me. Push me. Higher.

I'll be next.

Jessica, come on.

It's finger painting, Aaron,
not body painting.

Let's get you cleaned up.

There you go.

What is it?

It's getting closer.

Hey.

You look like you've s-- I was gonna say:

"You look like you've seen a ghost,"
but you'd probably be stoked. Uh, you okay?

Yeah, I'm cool.

What's up?

Well, this kid went missing
from a preschool.

That sucks. And?

And at the same time he vanished,
a surprise tornado hit...

...lasted maybe 20 seconds,
then, uh, shazaam, back to perfect weather.

- Hmm. And they pooh-pooh climate change.
- Yeah.

Similar wackiness has happened
over the past few weeks in other places.

Tulsa, a bus driver vanishes
and a river gets overrun with frogs.

New Mexico, a mailman disappears,
the earth splits open.

All right. So you thinking demons?

Yeah. Possibly.
But, I mean, this stuff was major.

These folks have nothing in common.

No religious affiliations.
Different hometowns. All ages.

Why would demons want them?

Why do demons want anything?

Uh, so we on this?

Yeah. Ahem.

What do you want?

I've given you all the names.

No, no, no...

...and no. That's not what I wanna hear.

This hurts you more than it hurts me,
so I can go on forever.

Which in your case,
forever means, well, forever.

When the angels find out
what you're doing--

They'll be what? Put out?

I'm quaking. Really. The power grid
is so whacked out in heaven...

...they don't even know you're not there.
So on the count of three.

One, two--

What happened to three?

I lied. I do that.
Just give me the other names.

There are no other names.

The next generation isn't born yet.

Truth?

Truth.

Well, I suppose there's no reason
to keep torturing you, then.

Sorry.

Once you get going,
it's really hard to stop.

Keep him on ice.

We've only just scratched the surface
with this one.

I hope the ruckus down the hall
wasn't too off-putting.

Construction standards
aren't what they were during the Inquisition.

I see. No niceties.

All right, then. I suppose you're wondering
why I convened this motley group.

Mom! You've got to stop drowning me
in holy water every time I go out.

I'm not possessed.

Not yet. Not now.

- They got to me, remember?
- We've got hex bags that make us invisible...

...to demons, we've got demon traps
painted everywhere.

I've got a sigil tattooed on my arm.
If we just keep moving, we'll be fine.

And keep living in rat-infested hovels
and running from cursed creatures?

This is no life.

It's my life.
I'm the one dragging the prophet load.

- I'm sorry I pulled you into it.
- Don't be sorry. Be ready.

We've gotta stop running
and start taking a stand.

- Okay, you know that's crazy.
- No, it's not.

Not if we have the bomb you used
on Crowley's demons.

The thing I made had ingredients
from all over the world.

- All right? Demons had to get the stuff.
- That's why I went to an expert.

What? Who?

I hired a witch.

- A witch?
- Off of Craigslist.

Her name is Delta Mendota,
and she is a smart cookie.

She's scrappy, reliable,
and she's willing to kill.

Look, I'm your mother
and I did this for you.

Okay, what makes you think
you can trust her?

I don't. That's why I didn't give her the exact
quantities or tell her how to blend them.

- She's in the dark.
- You told her we were making demon bombs.

Yeah, and that got her super motivated.

Oh! Time for Delta to check in.

Oh, my God.

Hi, Mrs. Tran.

Is that your son? Hi, Kevin.

Hi, Delta. Bring us up to speed.
You got all the stuff?

Almost. I don't suppose you'd tell me
the recipe for these bombs?

You know the rules.

Casual encounters.
That means no questions asked.

No, Mom, that's another part of Craigslist.

- How long have you been a witch?
- A full witch?

Since the band broke up.

- You were in a band?
- Look, guys...

...I take my witch business real serious.

I'm on it,
and it's gonna be wicked awesome, okay?

Mrs. Hagar? Agents Roth and Malloy.

We wanna speak to you
about Aaron Webber's abduction.

Like I told the police...

...one minute I was taking Aaron
to get cleaned up...

...and the next minute,
I woke up in a park three blocks away.

- You have no memory of what happened?
- No.

He was just gone.

Can you think of any reason why somebody
would wanna harm him? Any enemies?

Enemies? He's 5.

- Excuse me?
-It's code. For your own safety.

So you can't reveal anything
under enhanced interrogation.

When you woke up on the floor
were there any signs of struggle?

No.

Smell like sulfur?

How did you know that?

Lucky guess. Ahem. Thanks for your time.

- No reaction to the exorcism.
- Yeah, not possessed at the moment.

But I'm willing to bet a demon got ahold
of Aaron Webber.

Dean? What's going on? You all right?

I don't know. I think I just saw something.

Uh...

You saw what?

Cass.

Cass?

Where?

Right there.

And earlier, on the road.

I feel like I keep seeing him.

That's not possible.

I mean, you said it yourself.

You made it out and he didn't, right?

I tried so damn hard
to get us the hell out of there.

I know you did.

You know, I could have pulled him out.

I just don't understand
why he didn't try harder.

Dean.

You did everything you could.

Yeah, then why do I feel like crap?

Survivor's guilt?

Hmm.

If you let it, this is gonna keep
messing with you.

You gotta walk past it.

- We're getting close.
- Really?

I don't see crap. What the hell
is this escape hatch supposed to look like?

He doesn't know.

You drove me through the fire.
Tell me you know.

-It's here. They promised.
- Oh, they?

That's comforting.

Well, even if it does exist--

Broken record, Cass.

Dean, it's a human portal.

- There's no proof that an angel can pass.
- Stow it, Cass. You're coming. That's final.

I'm just saying...

...if it doesn't work...

...thank you.

For everything.

Save the Hallmark. Okay?

It's gonna work. Nobody gets left behind.

Hope you enjoyed
our orange juice and pancakes.

Best to pack in those carbs in the morning,
you know.

Are we on a spaceship?

- Sorry?
- Snapping us up from our homes...

...our families.

Teleporting us to this mother ship.

- Mother ship.
- You're aliens, right?

Possibly a long shot.

Does this mean anything to you?

I don't read Chinese.

Talk about the dumbing down of America.

Anyone? Come on. It's fun. Give it a go.

You hapless toads are utterly clueless,
aren't you?

I got a wife and kids.
I got bills. I can't miss work.

- Sir--
- I got rights.

Where's my one phone call?

Anyone else want to complain?

- Hmm?
- Um...

We hold this--

Um, maybe "these." --truths to be--

Oh, ha.

Oh, right. That's better. Yeah.

Hi. It's Kevin, right?

So I was--

What the hell?

- And my mother you've met.
- Yeah.

- You have everything?
- You bet.

It was a bitch, but so worth it.

Honestly, I am sick of being treated like dirt
by those demons.

Like, who died and made them boss?

Well, probably somebody did.

But they could use a serious
attitude reduction.

Kev, where's the ladies' room?
Long drive, and, you know.

- Over there.
- Cool.

Delta, what is this? I was clear.
I need to build an arsenal.

This maybe gets me one weapon.

It's a taste of what you'll get
when I get paid in full.

That was not the agreement.

It is now.

Kevin.

Forget it.

Hey, so it's not just Americans
who are vanishing.

This guy, Luigi Ponzi, disappeared walking
between two subway cars in Rome.

And right above ground
there was a freak hail storm.

Are we going to Rome?
That wouldn't be too shabby.

Hello, Dean.

Unbelievable, man.
I cannot believe it. You're actually here.

Yeah, I've been trying to reach out,
but for whatever reason...

...I wasn't at full power,
so I couldn't connect with you.

That must've been why
you kept seeing him. I mean, you think?

Yeah.

I gotta be honest. I'm thinking,
how the hell did you make it out?

I mean, I was there. I know that place.

I know how we had to scratch and claw
and kill and bleed...

...to find that portal and make it through it,
and it almost finished me.

So, uh, heh...

So how exactly are you sitting here
with us right now?

Dean, everything you just said
is completely true.

And that's the strange part.

I have no idea.

I remember endlessly running
and hiding from Leviathan...

...and then I was on the side of the road
in Illinois and...

And that was it.

And that was it.

Yes.

Um...

I'm dirty.

Purgatory will do that to you.

Maybe you were lied to.
Maybe there is no seam.

I lie. I don't get lied to.

Aren't you guys all about faith?

Not particularly.

Oh, ye of frigging little faith.

- What the hell?
- There it is. It's reacting to you.

All right, are you ready?

Just like we talked about.

Putting a lot of trust in you, brother.

You earned it.

I'll see you on the other side.

Let's go.

Dean.

Wait.

Dean?

- Huh?
- Are you all right?

You do see something
severely wrong here, right?

Sammy, I remember every second
of leaving that place.

I mean, I remember the heat, the stink,
the pain, the fear.

I have that whole ugly mess right here.
And he says he has no idea how he got out.

I'm just not buying it.

- So you think he's lying?
- I'm saying something else happened.

I saw the shape that he was in.

I mean, there was no way
he was fighting his ass out alone. No way.

All right. So who...

...or what, got him out?

Yeah. Exactly.

Better?

Listen, you little skank...

...in the service industry, you always deliver
the goods, then you get paid.

Even hookers know that.

Hmm. Says you.

See, my sister's a hooker, so hookers
get paid first and then you get the goods.

Look, I'm not the one
with demons on my ass.

You wanna renege on our deal,
that's fine by me.

Kevin, bring me my purse.

Your mother must be so proud.

She is. Of course, with my sister,
the bar ain't real high.

Did you break the salt line
by the store-room window?

- What? Of course not.
- Ahem.

I wouldn't bother, Kevin.

There's no rush.

- Hello, Delta.
- Hi.

- You betrayed us?
- Delta, how could you?

I'm mercurial.

I'm afraid Delta found you to be a difficult
and ungrateful employer, Mrs. Tran.

She felt she'd gain far more leverage
by negotiating with me.

I am, after all, the king of hell.

And you are a mom.

I did good, didn't I, Your Majesty?

Yes. Very.

Presumptuous twit.

Please, take me. Leave my son alone.

You? What would I do with you?

Kill her and destroy the makings
for the spell.

- No.
- Yes. Say goodbye to Mommy.

What's the latest?

The latest is nothing.

It's like it all stopped.

No freak disappearances linked
to any freak natural events.

- So how many we got, seven?
- Yeah, uh...

- Luigi. Justin. Aaron. Maria. Den--
Maria. Dennis.

Krista. Sven.

- I missed television.
- Wait, Cass.

How'd you know those are their names?

- Well, they're prophets.
- Prophets?

Angels instinctively know the names
of every prophet. Past, present, and future.

So this list has the name
of every one of them that exists?

Yes. Until the next generation is born.
Plus Kevin Tran, of course.

The other seven are future prophets,
since, uh, only one can exist at a time.

How is Kevin a prophet
if Chuck is a prophet?

I'm not sure what happened to Chuck...

...but he must be dead.

So the next one comes off the bench
if Kevin goes down?

Exactly. They have no idea who they are,
of course.

Crowley.

Insurance. Boy, he's getting desperate.

Explains all the weird phenomena.

Lower level demons nabbing
heavy duty cargo.

The vessels of God's word. Boom.

I get the feeling something's going on.

Hello.

Mrs. Tran.
Well, where the hell have you--?

What?

Crowley's got Kevin.

So, Kevin, as you can see,
our relationship is much simpler now.

You either help me, or you die.

And one of these fine specimens
takes your place.

- I don't quite understand your hesitation.
- You just killed my mother.

Very unfortunate.

But to be fair,
she was plotting to kill me and my kind.

Kevin.

Kev.

I can do a great deal
for a plucky lad like you.

You'll just kill me
as soon as I read the tablet.

Are all young people so horribly cynical?

Depresses me, Kevin.

Here's the thing.

I really want you to read the tablet
because, frankly, this lot failed to inspire.

However...

...better a stupid prophet than
a stubborn prophet, as the saying goes.

So, what's it gonna be?

Perhaps you doubt that I'm serious.

So...

...read any good tablets, lately?

Where the hell is she?

She'll be here.

Look, mile marker 96
was kind of the halfway point.

We gotta move! The portal's closing!

Cass, damn it! Come on!

Come on!

I got you! Hold on!

- Dean!
- Hold on!

Dean!

Cass, can I talk to you outside?

What?

Exactly. What?

What the hell happened?

Back there, purgatory.

I told you I would get you out.

We were there...

...and it's like you just gave up.
It's like you didn't believe we could do it.

You kept saying
you didn't think it would work.

- Did you not trust me?
- Dean--

I did everything I could do to get you out.
Everything.

I did not leave you.

So you think this was your fault?

You can do this, can't you?
You can get him back?

- How did Crowley find you?
- Oh, I hired a witch and she ratted us out.

A Witch?

- Why'd you hire a witch?
- To make demon bombs, of course.

These are Kevin's notes.

You have any idea
where Crowley took him?

No, but, uh...

...this guy might-

Ah.

Let's talk.

I thought privacy
might make it easier to chat.

Decision time, Kevin.

How's this going to go?

Don't be recalcitrant, Kevin.
You know it brings out the worst in me.

All right!

Enough.

I'll do it.

Next is "The Demonic Influence
on the Collective Tapestry of the Soul."

Blah, blah, blah.

Doesn't anyone ever edit this stuff?

So far, as a writer, God's a snooze.

- No fun at parties, I hear.
- Um...

"Demonic Transport
to the Regions of Hell."

Tell me something I don't know.

Think macro. This is stupefyingly micro.

- How macro?
- Game changing.

- I'm sorry, Mrs. Tran.
- Wait, what?

This it?

Yes.

My son is in there.

Which means Crowley already has leverage.
He doesn't need another hostage.

Oh, come on.

Yes.

Well...

Don't provoke me, Kevin.
You still have nine fingers.

This section has to do with building
defensive weapons against demons.

Mm-hm.
You're familiar with that one, I believe.

This one...

...describes...

...sealing the gates of hell.

So it's true. It's there.

Clearly, humans cannot possess this thing.
What was God thinking?

We'll get back to that.

Just getting to the sexy part.

All right, I'll check that way.

Hold on. This is different, it's not text.

It's like a personal note.

A personal note from God?

From...

...the Archangel...

...Metatron.

The scribe.

And suck-up.

Took down God's word,
picked up his cleaning.

It's like a farewell note.

Go on.

"Upon completion of this task, I take
my leave of my master and this world."

Winchester.

Looks like you guys got me.

We're very near Kevin.

Oh, no.

Hey. Uh...

I'm here to help.

What the hell's going on?

You're not all the way back, are you?

"So ends the transcription of the sacred
word for the defense of mankind.

Into the hands of God's children
thus passes the compendium of tablets."

Compendium?

It's a collection of things. Especially one--

I know what "compendium" means, Kevin.

What does Metatron mean?

- Unh! It's not working.
- Dean, I'm going in.

Cass, no. You're not strong enough.

There are more tablets.

More than "Leviathan" and "Demon."

Castiel.

Fresh from purgatory.

Wish you'd called first.

Crowley.

Which Castiel is it this time?
I'm never sure.

Madman or megalomaniac?

Kevin is coming with me.

I think not.

The prophet's playing on my team now.

So this is how it's gonna be?

Well, it's all very West Side Story,
but let's be logical.

You look like hell, and I should know.

You're not up for this.

Maybe you can get it up,
but you can't keep it up.

- You're bluffing.
- You wanna take that chance?

The cops are on their way.
They're gonna pick up the prophets.

They'll all be heading home.

What about us?

I called a friend of ours, Garth.
He does what we do.

Well, in his own way.

He'll keep an eye on you guys.
No more going off on your own.

You get that it was hiring that witch
that got you into all this, right?

How you holding up, Kev?

You kidding?

I wanna seal those bastards up forever.

He took my finger.

Cass thinks he might be able to fix that.

In the meantime,
just lay low till we get back to you, okay?

That was a bonehead move back there.
You could've gotten killed.

- Why didn't you wait for me?
- Well, I didn't get killed. And it worked.

- And if it didn't?
- It would have been my problem.

- Well, that's not the way I see it.
- Hey, everything isn't your responsibility.

Getting me out of purgatory
wasn't your responsibility.

You didn't get out. So whose fault was it?

It's not about fault. It's about will.

Dean, do you really not remember?

I lived it, Cass. Okay?
I know what happened.

No.

No, you think you know.
You remembered it the way you needed to.

Look, I don't need to feel like hell
for failing you, okay?

For failing you like I've failed every other
godforsaken thing I care about.

I don't need it.

Dean, just look at it.

Really look at it.

Cass, damn it! Come on!

Come on!

I got you! Hold on!

- Dean!
- Hold on!

Dean.

Go.

See, it wasn't that I was weak.

I was stronger than you.

I pulled away.

Nothing you could've done would've
saved me, because I didn't wanna be saved.

- What the hell are you talking about?
-It's where I belonged.

I needed to do penance.

After the things I did on Earth and in heaven,
I didn't deserve to be out.

And I saw that clearly when I was there.

I...

I planned to stay all along.
I just didn't know how to tell you.

You can't save everyone, my friend.

Though you try.

Hey.

Everything okay?

Yeah.

Just, uh...

...setting a few things straight.

Good.
Garth is gonna lay low with the Tra--

Hello, Castiel.

Where am I?

You don't know?

You're home, Castiel.

Heaven?

I've never been here before.

Not many have.

My name is Naomi. We rescued you.

Purgatory.

An incursion of angels
which cost us many lives.

Consider these chats your repayment.

I don't understand.

Tell me about Sam and Dean.

The prophet is being kept safe.
The tablet has split in two...

...and the Winchesters are trying
to recover the missing piece.

Why am I telling you any of this?

It's not your concern.
Help the Winchesters, come when they call.

You will report in to me regularly...

...and you will never remember
having done so.

No.

I won't do that.

Now, as you were.

They won't even notice you were gone.

track down the other piece.

You're with us on this one, right, Cass?

Cass, you okay?

I'm fine.

And yes, I'm with you. If that's all right.

It is, right?

You two are good?

Yeah.