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(GUNSHOT)

SAM: My family hunts. It's what we do.

(ROARING)

Let's begin.

Toni Bevell, Men of Letters, London Chapterhouse.

If you answer my questions, you'll walk right out that door.

SAM: I've been tortured by the Devil himself.

What can you do to me?

(SCREAMING)

(GRUNTS)

TONI: The Winchesters are no better than the monsters they fail to control.

They need to be eliminated.

Aren't we supposed to be on the same team?

Get away from my boys.

- Mom? - Yeah.

(GRUNTS)

(GUNSHOT)

No argument, Lady Bevell went too far. I deeply apologize.

We wanna work with you. My number.

I found a case.

DEAN: If Mom wants to hunt, I say we hunt.

MARY: I've heard of people coming back from the dead before.

But actually do it...

I just have a lot of blanks to fill in.

I have to go.

BILLIE: It's always nice to see a Winchester

who can't get what he wants.

DEAN: Billie. She's a reaper.

See, I'm a big believer in what dies...

DEAN: Sam!

BILLIE: stays dead.

Stop it! Dean.

If any of you change your minds, you know my name.

CROWLEY: Got to put Lucifer back in the cage.

I think I know the identity of Lucifer's newest vessel.

Jefferson Rooney, President of these United States.

I just know you'd make an amazing father.

A Nephilim is come into being.

It's the offspring of an angel and a human.

SAM: Lucifer.

So, you're gonna pop Lucifer out of the President with that.

DEAN: I hope so. Otherwise we're all dead.

You're under arrest for the attempted assassination

of the President of the United States.

DEAN: It's not like we're in the

live-till-you're-90, die-in-your-sleep business.

This only ends one way.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

(CELL PHONE BEEPS)

- Castiel? - Mary, where are you?

(STAMMERS)

Lawrence, Kansas.

Cass, what's wrong?

(STAMMERS)

I need you to meet me at the bunker.

- (CELL PHONE BEEPS) - (SIGHS)

Six hours ago, Sam and Dean Winchester

tried to kill the President of the United States.

Huh. Do we know why?

They haven't said a word since we picked 'em up.

CAMP: Quiet types, okay. What do we know about them?

RICK: A lot. Brothers.

Born in Lawrence, Kansas, to Mary Winchester, deceased,

and John Winchester, also deceased.

FBI started investigating back in 2007.

For what?

Assault, murder, multiple counts of desecrating a corpse.

The same corpse?

No, different corpses.

They made the FBI's Most Wanted in 2011,

then died in a shootout with police in Ankeny, Iowa.

At least that's what their file said, but apparently not.

- Apparently. What about the girl? - Kelly Kline.

She's a Presidential aide, but no one's seen her since that day.

We don't know where she went, or if she's still alive.

CAMP: How many people know about this? RICK: We're keeping it quiet.

Just you, me, the agents who made the arrest, and POTUS.

But the last thing he remembers was saying his nightly prayers,

three days before it happened.

Drugged?

Lab's running a tox screen now, but, yeah, probably.

And by "probably," you mean "maybe,"

and by "maybe," you mean "I don't know." So, next time, just say you don't know.

(SAM GRUNTS)

Look, you're here because you're some big shot, anti-terrorism guy.

But you want my opinion? We should take those two psychos out back.

I cap one, you take the other, we grab an early lunch.

- Yeah? - They got it coming.

Yeah, but what if they're not working alone?

I mean, what if these boys have ties to... I don't know, white nationalists?

Muslim Brotherhood?

- Really? - Just saying.

They might be the tip of some nasty-ass iceberg.

- That's what you think? - Probably.

Maybe. I don't know.

Let's find out.

Hi, Dean. How you doing?

Can I get you coffee, water, or you hungry?

I got a chocolate bar here somewhere. Don't tell my wife.

So, you've had a day.

Wanna tell me about it?

Like, for example, why you went after the leader of the free world?

Let me guess, you don't like cops?

(CHUCKLES) Hell, I get it, we can be real jackasses,

but you're gonna talk to me, son.

You just are. Now, that's not a threat.

I don't believe in torture, doesn't work.

I've seen folks waterboarded, cut on...

And they talk, they do.

But they never tell you what you need.

You know what does work, though?

Every time? Nothing.

See, when I leave, that door closes,

and it stays closed.

And you stay in the dark.

Now, maybe that doesn't sound so bad.

But after a month, a year?

You spend enough time staring at these walls,

just you and all that nothing,

you'll get so crazy to talk, to see someone real,

you'll tell me exactly what I need. You'll tell me with a smile.

It'll just take some time.

Of course, thing is, after what you did?

No one's in a hurry to get you that phone call.

So, you and me, we got all the time in the world.

(DOOR CLANGING)

MICK: This is Mick Davies, filing Status Update Bravo-3.

As instructed, I've been attempting

to make inroads with the American hunters,

but, unfortunately, there's been a few setbacks.

Let me paint you a picture of a world without monsters, or demons,

or any of those little buggers that go bump in the night,

of a world where no one has to die because of the supernatural,

of a new world, a better world.

(SLURPING)

Now, if you work with us,

you'll have support, in every sense of the word.

You need lore?

Our libraries are the biggest and the best.

You want money? We have money. You need weapons?

We have gear you can't even imagine.

Now, what I'm saying, Wally,

is that you need people like us, and we need hunters like you.

All we ask in return is that when we call,

you go where you're told and you do what you're told.

For the greater good.

(SLURPING)

Let me see your hands. Come on, let me see your hands.

Okay. All right.

Soft.

Mmm. Thank you.

You ever hunt anything?

I'm more tactical, long-term strategy.

Right.

Listen, uh, Mike...

- Mick. - Whatever.

I don't know you,

and I ain't looking to take any orders from anyone,

especially some... (SCOFFS) Limey paper pusher.

- I'm not quite sure you understand, mate. - No, I think I do.

So, no offense, but you can take your offer... (CLEARS THROAT)

And you can... (CLICKS TONGUE) Shove it up your ass.

I'm sure it won't be too painful,

what with those soft hands of yours, right?

That's, uh... That's for the burger.

In short, the American hunters have proven

difficult.

As for the Winchesters...

You left them?

No, I...

- Dean told me to go. The woman... - The one you lost?

(STAMMERING) I didn't. I...

- I thought that she was just... - Stop making excuses!

(SIGHS)

Why...

If they needed help, why didn't they call me?

You were out.

(SIGHS)

How did we let this happen, Castiel?

(METAL RATTLING)

MALE GUARD: Chow time!

(DOOR CLANGING)

Chow time!

- Mmm. - Hmm.

MALE GUARD: Chow time!

Chow time!

(YAWNS)

Chow time!

Chow time!

(MUSIC PLAYING VIA SPEAKERS)

Can't help you.

Come on, Crowley, the police took them.

You have people in the government, you have spies.

I do,

but whatever's happened to Moose and Squirrel,

apparently, it's above their pay grade.

Do you even care that they're gone?

No.

Do you know how many all-powerful beings have tried to kill them?

- Roughly, yes. - As do I.

I was bloody one of them.

And Sam and Dean, they're like herpes.

Just when you think they're gone, hello, the boys are back,

leaving a trail of bodies in their wake.

So, wherever they are, whoever has Sam and Dean...

Well,

in the immortal words of Laurence Tureaud, "I pity the fool."

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

(CLEARS THROAT)

ALICIA: Dean?

Uh...

No, he's...

- Mary? - Yeah.

This is Alicia, Asa's kid?

- Oh. - Look, I...

Me and my brother, we're working this case in Louisiana.

We thought it was some Southern fried werewolf thing,

but it's not one fang, it's a pack.

There's, like, a billion of them down here, and we need help.

Where are you?

(EXHALING)

Thanks for meeting me.

I just wanted to say, I'm sorry.

I was angry, and...

Sam and Dean, that's not your fault.

No, you were right.

I should never have left them, I...

Have you heard anything?

All my law enforcement contacts are retired or dead.

I'm trying, but...

You?

I keep telling myself they're fine.

- They've only been gone... - Six weeks, two days, and ten hours.

We'll find them, Castiel.

We Will.

Until then, we just...

We're doing our best.

Are we?

Did you hear about the murders in Lancaster, Missouri?

No.

The women with their throats ripped out, blood drained.

(SIGHS)

Vampire.

I saw it on the news, and I thought,

that's the sort of thing Sam and Dean would investigate.

They would roll into town and save the day, kill the monsters.

But with them gone...

I tried to work the case, I tried,

but I don't know what I did wrong.

I asked questions, but maybe they were the wrong people,

or the wrong questions, and I just...

I never found it.

Never found the monster, never even got close.

And three more women died before I left town,

before I ran away.

So, we go back. You and me.

No.

No, I'd only get in your way.

Chow time!

Yo, eat up!

Crap.

What happened?

I was doing my rounds, and...

I did CPR, but he was gone.

Get that other cell open. Now!

He's dead.

I don't get it.

They both died on the same day? That's not...

- How's that even possible? - You tell us.

Great plan.

For the last two months, we've done nothing

but sit around with our junk in our hands because you wanted to "wait them out."

That really worked.

- Yeah, nice job. - Well, I'm just gonna...

Yeah.

You wanted them dead, they're dead.

I wanted them punished.

I wanted to look Dean Winchester in the eye, and...

I wanted them to feel it.

Well, then, that is totally mentally normal.

Go to hell.

(BEEPS)

MARY: Castiel, it's me.

I'm just calling to...

You don't have to worry about that thing in Missouri,

I'm handling it.

(GASPS)

(COUGHING)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

You good?

Yeah, I've been better. I've been worse.

Looks like it worked.

Yeah, so far.

(DOOR CLOSES)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

(SHUSHING)

(STRUGGLING)

- How'd... - Where are we?

- I don't know. - Answer him!

Seriously!

They blindfold me every day before they bring me to work.

I...

This place? It's not supposed to exist.

Clear.

(CELL PHONE BEEPS)

(DIAL TONE RINGING)

- CASTIEL: This is my voicemail. - Hey, should we take it?

- Make your voicemail. - Nah, it's probably got LoJack.

- This is my voicemail... - Come on, Cass!

Got a map.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

- What? - Cass?

- Dean? - Hey, buddy, long time.

What...

What happened? Where are you?

You wouldn't believe me, and I have no clue.

Got something. All right, looks like that's Elk Mountain,

which makes that Longs Peak.

Okay, looks like we're in Colorado.

Rocky Mountain National Park.

If we head north, we should hit State Route 34,

- eventually. - Did you get that?

- Yes. - All right, meet us there.

Wait, where?

Just drive along the road and you'll see us.

And, Cass, the sooner the better. We're kinda on the clock here.

Wait, what does that...

- You didn't tell him? - No.

- They'll track the phone. - All right.

(FLIES BUZZING)

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Castiel? Slow...

Slow down. What?

(GASPS)

Oh, God.

The hell?

(POUNDING ON DOOR)

Hey.

(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)

- Here you go. - This isn't...

I took his pulse. They were dead!

Look, I got no idea what went down here.

Maybe they got to one of the guards.

Maybe this is some slow-your-heartbeat-kung-fu crap.

What I do know, the Winchesters are out there.

And this time, we're doing it my way.

All right, we got two runners with about a 45-minute head start.

These are killers.

So, you get eyes, you pull the trigger.

Let's move out.

- You got here quickly. - Yup.

What do you think we're walking into?

I don't know. We may want backup.

Crowley, Rowena.

The King of Hell, and his mother, the witch?

(SCOFFS)

- Hope we can do better than that. - (GUN COCKS)

- I may have an idea. - Good.

Seatbelt on. I drive fast.

- (ENGINE REVVING) - (TIRES SCREECHING)

(CAMP PANTING)

Long time since you've been in the field, huh?

I mean, if you need to head back...

I'm fine.

All right, so we got, what, hour till dark?

Which puts us, what, six hours till midnight?

That sounds about right.

- Dean, we gotta talk about this. - Okay, we will. All right? Later.

This is your idea?

The people that almost killed my boys, they're gonna be our backup?

Suddenly, the demon and his mommy don't look so bad.

They helped us with Lucifer.

"Lucifer"? The Lucifer?

Yes.

Wait, so you're telling me what happened in Indianapolis was...

You took on the bleeding Devil himself?

- Yes. - Did you win?

Yes.

Bravo.

But, Sam and Dean were taken.

We think we can get them back, but we need

help.

So, we'll help.

Really? Just like that?

Mrs. Winchester, Mary,

I came to this country to do one thing, make friends.

But you American hunters, you're a different breed than our sort.

You're surly, suspicious, you don't play well with others.

Well, that is accurate.

You don't trust people you don't know, even when they come bearing gifts.

Now, I can't help that, but I can help you.

And if word were to get out that we did our part

to save Sam and Dean Winchester, well,

that's just good business, innit?

And, who knows?

When all this is over, we might even be friends.

We think Sam and Dean were being held

somewhere in the Rocky Mountain National Forest.

Site 94?

It's a government facility, off-books. Shadow ops.

One of those places that officially doesn't exist?

- Well, then how do you know about it? - We gather information. It's our job.

They told us to meet them off State Route 34.

Well, that's a long stretch of road. Where, exactly?

I'm not sure.

I'll get our techs to put a satellite over the area.

- You can do that? - And so much more.

Do you have any idea what sort of trouble we're walking into?

No.

Oh, good. I do like a surprise.

- They're on us. - Yeah. Damn it.

RICK: (ON RADIO) Norton, come in.

This is Norton, I'm on the ridge...

- (GRUNTING) - (STRUGGLING)

Norton? Norton, this is Sanchez. Do you copy?

Norton has gone night-night.

Winchester.

- This the man-in-charge? - That's right.

Well, let me tell you how this is gonna go.

You're gonna call your boys,

and you're gonna turn around, and nobody's gonna get hurt.

No, no. Here's how this is gonna go.

I take my highly-trained soldiers, track your ass down, and you get hurt,

a lot.

You can't run forever. You're trapped out here.

Well, what we have here is a failure to communicate.

'Cause we're not trapped out here with you,

you're trapped out here with us.

That'll work.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

(DOOR CREAKING)

(LEAVES RUSTLING)

(FLOORBOARD CREAKING)

(GUN COCKING)

- (GUNFIRE) - (SCREAMING)

(GROANING)

Go!

(SHUDDERING)

(GROANING)

(GRUNTING)

(GRUNTING)

(PANTING)

You'll live.

DEAN: Hey.

Ah!

(GROANING)

I told you, trapped.

Camp! Shoot him!

(COCKS GUN)

Don't. Hand me the gun.

(RICK GROANING)

You want the truth?

The President was possessed by the Devil.

We saved his life.

That's the truth.

Now you can take that and do what you want with it,

but if you come after us, you know what'll happen.

(RICK CONTINUES GROANING)

CAMP: What... Who are you?

We're the guys that save the world.

Sam! Dean!

- Cass? - Cass.

- Mom? - Hey, buddy.

SAM: Mom, how did you all even find us?

They helped.

Hello, lads.

They have a thermal imaging satellite that saw you from space.

Well, we don't have one, we just borrowed it for a bit.

Friends in all the right places.

Well, I guess this is where we're supposed to say thank you.

No need. Happy to be of service.

Again.

Okay, then.

We should get.

The people we left, they'll call for backup any second.

You left survivors?

They were soldiers, just doing what they were told.

Still, a bit unprofessional.

We'll handle it. Let's get.

So, wait, you're hunting?

A little bit.

Yeah, I knew you couldn't stay away.

(STATIC)

It's time.

What's happening?

BILLIE: Yeah, Dean.

What's up?

- Billie? - The reaper.

I don't understand.

Mom,

that place,

there was only one way we were getting out of there,

and that wasn't breathing.

So, I made a call.

Billie?

SAM: Dean talked with her, and then Billie came to see me,

and we made a deal.

We'd get to die and come back one more time, but in exchange...

Come midnight, a Winchester goes bye-bye.

Like, permanently.

And that is something I've been looking forward to for a long time.

- Why would you... - We were already dead.

Being locked in that cell with nothing?

I've been to Hell. This was worse.

At least this way one of us gets to keep fighting.

- You don't have to do this. - Yeah, they do.

We made a pact,

bound in blood.

(GRUNTING)

(GRUNTS)

Break that, there's consequences, on a cosmic scale.

So, who's it gonna be?

Me.

- Mom... - No.

- Mom. - No.

You said come midnight, a Winchester dies. I'm a Winchester.

Works for me.

- Mom! - Don't!

I love you. (SOBS)

(GROANS)

Cass, what have you done?

What had to be done.

You know, this world, this sad, doomed little world,

it needs you.

It needs every last Winchester it can get, and I will not let you die.

I won't let any of you die.

And I won't let you sacrifice yourselves. You mean too much to me,

to everything.

Yeah, you made a deal.

You made a stupid deal, and I broke it.

You're welcome.

MICK: And just like that, the Winchesters are back,

for better or worse.

True, they did leave loose ends...

(BELL DINGS)

but that's what Mr. Ketch is for.

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)

Every person who knew about Sam and Dean's

little adventure in assassination has been dealt with.

As far as the world's concerned, it never even happened.

The last thing we need is for the United States Government sniffing about,

asking questions.

And as for making inroads with the American hunters, well, good news.

Let me paint you a picture of a world without monsters, or demons,

or any of those little buggers that go bump in the night,

of a world where no one has to die because of the supernatural,

of a new world, a better world.

- (DOOR OPENS) - (BELL JINGLING)

I'm listening.

(DOOR CLOSES)