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They're dead.

- (GROWLING) - (MARY GRUNTS)

They're all dead.

MARY: I am not trying to recruit you, but you need to know.

Things are changing.

You're just in time for the briefing. I mean, that is, if you want to hear

how we're going to exterminate every last vampire in America.

You're always playing the middle. For once, why don't you pick a side?

SAM: The Hellhounds. See, when you sell your soul to a demon,

they're the ones that come and rip it out of you.

- CROWLEY: Stay! - You can control them?

CROWLEY: Getting you here...

(GRUNTING)

I managed to pervert that spell,

so your essence wasn't sent back to the Cage.

LUCIFER: How do you think this is going to end?

You're not even gonna see it coming, when you get taken down.

- By you? - And my flesh and blood.

You remember Kelly Kline.

CASTIEL: This is not a baby. This is the spawn of Lucifer.

- (SARA GRUNTS) - (GASPS)

DAGON: Kelly, the angels? They want you dead.

But I can protect you.

- I don't even know your name. - Dagon.

SAM: The Alpha vampire is dead.

You're changing the world. And I want to be a part of it.

- I'm in. - MICK: And your brother?

Give me some time.

(GWEN SIGHS)

MARCUS: (CHUCKLES) Oh, my God.

Babe, we're gonna need more wood.

(LAUGHING)

Okay, but first, check out this video.

This bear goes crazy on these guys, and he...

Um, no. That's not why we come out here.

We come out here to commune with nature, not watch people get eaten by it.

- Okay. First of all, he doesn't eat them. - (CHUCKLES)

He chases them up a tree, and they cry. A lot.

MAN: (CRYING ON VIDEO) What do they want?

It's hilarious. And second of all, "Commune with nature"?

I thought you brought me out here to get naked and do weird stuff.

Yeah, it's not gonna get that weird.

(CHUCKLES)

(SIGHS)

I'll miss this.

I'll miss you.

And I get it.

I mean, Washington has the best veterinary program in the country.

And you got in, I mean, you have to go.

But people make this long-distance thing work all the time, right?

Right. Sure.

I'm gonna go get more firewood.

Okay.

MARCUS: Will you marry me?

Will you marry me?

Just man up. She'll say yes.

(SIGHS)

(TWIG CRACKS)

(LOW GROWL)

(GROWLING)

(GASPS)

- (SNARLING AND BARKING) - (GRUNTS)

MARCUS: Gwen, run!

Marcus?

- (GROWLS) - Ahhh!

- Oh, my God! - (SCREAMING)

Ahhh!

- (GWEN SCREAMS) - (BARKS AND GROWLS)

(GROWLING)

(GWEN WHIMPERS)

- (BARKING) - Ahhh!

(BARKING CONTINUES)

- (YELPING) - (GWEN PANTING)

DEAN: (GROANS) Whoo-hoo!

Back to back to back. That was one for the books.

Yeah. Man, Dad loved this thing.

- Dude, on the... Don't sit... - (SIGHS) What?

Dean, you're covered in ghoul, man, and wraith.

And I think you have a piece of siren in your hair.

(GROANS)

- (LAUGHS) Gross. - Yeah.

Dude, why don't you take a shower and change your clothes?

You've been wearing the same pair of boxers for four days.

Okay. One, weird that you know how much underwear I packed.

- That's what's weird about this? - And, B, it's two and two.

Doesn't count if you flip them inside out. (CLICKS TONGUE)

- (CELL PHONE RINGS) - (GROANS)

- (CELL PHONE BEEPS) - DEAN: Oh.

Got another case.

Really? Already? How'd you do that?

Same as the others. I made a computer algorithm

that scrapes data from police scanners, emergency calls, uh, local news sites

and it puts everything through a...

The computer told me. (CLEARS THROAT)

Computers. (SCOFFS) Monsters, porn.

Is there anything they can't do? All right. Well, let's get to it then.

Yeah. That's fine. Uh, after you get cleaned up.

- I got baby wipes in the car... - Dude. Dean, I'm serious, man.

You smell like roadkill.

- It's 'cause I do all the heavy lifting. - You...

All right. I'm using that fancy shampoo you keep hidden from me.

(SIGHS)

(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)

Oh, really? Well, that's great, Mom. No, we're fine. We...

It sounds like something.

- Yeah, love you, too. - All right, Cass. Let us know.

- All right, bye. - (CELL PHONE BEEPS)

You first.

Mom just finished working a haunting in Akron.

- With the Brits? - Yeah.

Great. Who you gonna call? Douchebusters.

- What about you? - That was Cass.

He's in Coeur d'Alene, Idaho. Someone's killing angels. Again.

(MUSIC PLAYING IN RESTAURANT)

WAITRESS: All right. Sounds good. I'll get your water shortly.

Hello, how are you? I'd like to speak to your manager,

- if I could. - HERB: Hiya.

(CHUCKLES) Hey. I'm, uh, Herb Nelson. I run this joint.

Pleasure to meet you, Agent Solange.

(SIGHS)

I'm, uh, here about...

(STAMMERS) Oh! I know why you're here.

Uh, follow me. Quietly.

- (HERB GRUNTING) - (DOOR CREAKS)

What is this?

Well, you know... (GRUNTS) Can't be too careful.

They're always watching, listening.

- They are? - Oh, yeah.

But we're, uh, safe in here.

(CHUCKLES)

Reinforced steel. Nothing's getting through this sucker.

- CASTIEL: Oh. Yeah. - (SIGHS)

So, uh, you're here about Sara.

Yes, your waitress. In this article, you said, uh...

You said that she was killed by an alien.

Well, not just aliens. Reptilians.

You know, like the Queen of England.

Right.

Okay, well, that's very helpful. Thank you so much for your time.

And I got proof. Um...

(DRAWER RATTLING)

You know, see?

Most sheeple can't handle the truth, but not me. I'm woke.

It's, uh, why I don't use, uh, new tech.

Anything past '96, it's a trap.

PalmPilot. It's more like tracking device.

Am I right?

- Right. - (WHITE NOISE ON TV)

Exactly.

Now watch this. (SNIFFS)

Now, here we go.

Okay, now, I don't know who she is. Probably another alien.

She's preggers, so my money's on Brood Queen.

Now, I don't know who he is either.

There. That's Sara. Look, look, look. See, silver knives?

That's, uh, star metal.

Yeah, the camera got fried, but you...

You saw it, yeah?

Right there.

- She has... - Yellow eyes.

Like I said, Reptilian. Now, the local cops, they...

They think there's something... They don't believe me.

They think there's something weird with the camera,

but, I mean, that's why you're here.

The FBI, the man in black. Well, you know, beige!

You ask me, a bear got him. Maybe a cougar.

Found a fair amount of blood over here, and some there.

But no body.

Figure whatever did this dragged him off.

So unless you guys are looking to make a federal case on some critters...

So, you said there was a survivor?

Yeah, Gwen Hernandez, uh...

But she's pretty shaken up. Saying all sorts of strange things.

Like what?

Like, that they were attacked by a wolf. An invisible wolf. (CHUCKLES)

Girl says that it came out of nowhere and that it's coming after her next.

- DEAN: Right. - (CHUCKLES)

(CHUCKLES) Sheriff, thank you.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

An invisible dog, huh?

Sounds like a Hellhound to me.

Yeah.

(CAMERA CLICKING)

MARCUS: Gwen, run!

GWEN: Marcus?

(GROWLING)

(MARCUS GROANS AND SCREAMS)

GWEN: Oh, my God!

(GROWLING)

(HELLHOUND GROWLING)

(ENGINE STALLING)

(ENGINE STOPS)

(SIGHS) This is dumb. It's a dumb idea.

Listen, Gwen saw something kill her boyfriend,

and she thinks it's coming for her next. We just gotta tell her...

Tell her what? No, seriously, Sam. What are you gonna say?

"Hi. My name is Sam Winchester. This is my much handsomer brother, Dean."

"We hunt monsters. Oh, and that guy you were banging,"

"we're sure he made a deal with a demon."

"So a Hellhound came and dragged his soul to Hell."

"But you, you're cool, and since there's nothing around for us to kill, peace out."

You done? Yeah, we don't say that, Dean.

We say something that'll give her peace. You know? Help her sleep at night.

- Oh, so, we lie? - Yeah, a lot. (CLEARS THROAT)

(DOORBELL RINGS)

(DOORKNOB CLICKS)

Gwen Hernandez? Uh, Agents Baker and Clapton, FBI. May we come in?

- I don't want any... - SAM: We just wanna talk.

That's all. About Marcus.

- (DOOR CHAIN RATTLING) - (SIGHS)

Thanks.

- Uh, you can have a seat. - Right.

Gwen, uh, we're here today because we know what you told the police.

That you feel like something supernatural is after you.

But we've concluded our investigation, and the thing that killed your boyfriend...

Was a bear.

Was a bear.

(CLICKS TONGUE) Now, we've found it and put it down.

So, you're no longer in any kind of danger, okay?

I don't... I know what I saw.

Gwen, when you go through a traumatic event,

sometimes your mind can make things up.

Get out.

Sorry?

Get out of my house.

Okay, calm down. We're just trying to help.

I don't need your help.

I know what I saw.

- Gwen... - Get out!

(SIGHS)

Okay.

Oh, yeah. She's gonna sleep like a baby.

(HELLHOUND GROWLING SOFTLY)

(CAR DOOR OPENS)

(GROWLING)

- (SCREAMING) - (BARKING)

- (PANTING) - (BARKING)

(GROWLS)

- (BARKING) - Ahhh!

(PANTING)

(GASPS)

- (BARKING) - (SCREAMING)

(HELLHOUND YELPING)

(GROWLS)

(GWEN WHIMPERING)

Hey, hey, it's okay. You're gonna be okay, all right?

CROWLEY: Must really burn you,

knowing I'm the one that put you in this prison.

Me.

I own you, and I have big plans for us.

(CLICKS TONGUE) Ooh!

I'm flattered.

All this hard work, all that... (GRUNTS) You get 'em, slugger.

I'm still gonna peel off your skin and eat your soul.

- Is that so? - Yeah.

I mean, it will be a little bit messy,

but, you know, got to protect the rep, you understand.

I do, but you in those chains,

I mean, forgive me if I'm not quaking in my Testonis.

Oh, I think both you and I understand that this

is just a temporary situation.

Oh, do we?

See, I understand that whatever sad little scheme that you're brewing up,

I'm already 10 steps ahead.

And I thought pride was my sin.

(SCOFFS) It's not pride, it's fact.

You cross me, I crush you.

You hit me, I hit you back twice as hard.

You make me your dog, I make you my slave.

{CHUCKLING) - (BANGING ON DOOR)

THOMAS: Hello?

(BANGING ON DOOR)

- THOMAS: Crowley. My Lord. - (CONTINUES BANGING)

"My Lord." Duty calls.

Don't worry about me, I'll just sit right here.

Yes, you will.

Hmm.

Kinky.

(DOOR LATCH RATTLES)

What?

THOMAS: Apologies, Your Excellence, it's just, uh...

You're already an hour late for the weekly meeting,

and we had to push last week's, so...

You have 410 crossroad deals that need senior management approval.

On top of the 638 other matters that require your immediate response.

Fine.

Gwen, that, um, thing was a Hellhound.

A what?

Hellhound. Kind of hard to explain.

Uh, basically, giant, invisible hounds from Hell.

Well, that wasn't hard at all. (CHUCKLES)

So, you guys are not cops, are you?

No, not exactly, um...

My name is Sam, that's my brother, Dean, and we hunt monsters.

DEAN: And we've tangled with Hellhounds in the past.

Goofer dust will keep them out.

A demon knife or an angel blade, that'll kill them.

Uh... Wait, so, why did you tell me that Marcus got killed by a bear?

- Make you feel better. It was his idea. - (SIGHS)

- Listen, I know this sounds insane. - It does.

But, like I said, I know what I saw, and what I saw was insane.

Right.

Now this is awkward, but...

Hellhounds only come after people who sold their souls to a demon.

So, about 10 years ago, did you really want something?

Like, I don't know, a Hello Kitty backpack,

or the death of an enemy?

No.

- What about Marcus? Did he, would he... - No.

Hmm.

(CLICKS TONGUE) Great. So, what the hell?

I don't know.

But I do know who we can ask.

VICTOR: And moving on to Case 41.

Awar, a Rank Three demon, claims to have had six babies,

but then Morax, a Rank Two demon, took two of his babies,

which would leave Awar with, yes, um, four babies.

Which, I think we can all agree, isn't enough babies for a decent meal.

No, not at all.

Awar is looking for compensation in the form of...

I don't care.

Moving on.

(CLEARS THROAT) Me either. Uh, moving on to Case 42.

This is a good one. It's on tort reform.

VICTOR: Yeah. (CLEARS THROAT)

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

(CELL PHONE BEEPS)

What the hell do you want?

All right, peaches, I get that you're still upset about the whole...

Upset? No, I'm totally over how you and your little band of misfits

sent my son back in time.

To die!

Okay. Look, that was totally Gavin's call, all right?

Uh, you know what? We have a situation here.

Oh, well, in that case, bye.

Hellhounds, Crowley.

And one of your mutts is going after folks who didn't sell their souls.

It's not possible.

You sure about that?

My hounds... You have anything to tell me?

Well?

VICTOR: We, uh, didn't wanna bother you.

It was Ramsey.

She got out, My Lord.

Have the kennel guards killed. Painfully.

I'll be right

here.

(GASPS)

(SIGHS)

You miss me?

Nice day out.

Hello, brother.

Kelvin.

Oh, you remember? We only met the once, so...

What are you doing here?

Same reason as you.

Track down Kelly Kline and that unholy bun she's got in her oven.

So what do you say we help each other out?

CROWLEY: You have to understand.

This isn't just a Hellhound. This is the Hellhound.

That means what?

Right after God said, "Let there be light,"

he made a whole a bunch of things.

Posies, koalas, Hellhounds.

He wanted the Creator's best friend, but the hounds were too vicious.

So he planned on having them all put down,

until along came our favorite fallen angel.

He rescued one of the hounds. A pregnant bitch named Ramsey.

Why don't you just tell her to heel?

I can't control her. No one can. She's loyal only to Lucifer.

Wait, like, the Devil?

Yeah, but he's locked in a cage.

- Oh, good. - Yeah.

All right, so where is Fido now?

Well, if I had to hazard a guess, I would say

huddled up in some nice, warm den.

Well, why is she after Gwen?

Ask her.

I...

Um...

When it attacked us, I did hit it.

With an ax.

Oh, there you go.

Bitch does tend to hold a grudge.

So, we either kill Ramsey, or the hound eats her.

(CLAPS) Fun.

Wait a second. "We"?

Pup like that out and about, it's not good for business.

Makes it look like I'm not in control.

But that mutt's head mounted on my wall?

Good for the brand. So, yes, Moose, for now, "we."

Great. So we have a Hellhound who's gunning for revenge, and it's personal.

Just when I just thought this gig couldn't get any weirder.

Oh. (CHUCKLES) It can always get weirder.

- (LOCK RATTLING) - (LUCIFER MUMBLING)

(CHUCKLING)

I knew it.

Hi, guys.

My Lord, I'm not worthy.

(MUFFLED) Thank you very much.

We knew Crowley was up to something.

The way he's been acting,

and how he snuffed out everyone who was part of the Cage project...

And a lot of us really don't like Crowley. He's very prancy.

So, we released your hound to create a distraction.

To see what he was hiding.

- We... - We hoped... We knew it could only be you.

Mmm... Mmm-hmm.

(CHUCKLES)

And we brought this.

(MUFFLED) Can you get these off me?

But, but...

(GROANS)

Before we let you out,

we have a few, well, I wouldn't call them demands exactly.

- But... - Huh.

(DEAN SIGHS)

So Hellhounds are invisible to humans,

unless you've sold your soul and they're after you.

Or, uh, you're wearing a pair of these, which are glasses treated with holy fire.

All right, Crowley and I are gonna hit the woods.

See if we can't track down Cujo.

You stick with Sam, he'll keep you safe.

Okay.

Take care of her.

- Of course. - (CAR DOOR CLOSES)

Dean, look, even if Ramsey circles back, as long as we keep moving,

Gwen's gonna be just...

(SIGHS)

- You're talking about the car. - You tend to ride the brakes.

- Dean, I know how to drive. - I'm just saying.

Okay, just imagine she's a beautiful woman.

- Oh, come on. Get out of here. - A beautiful, beautiful woman.

- I'm done. - Sam.

You.

- Come on. - (ENGINE STARTS)

(RAMSEY GROWLING SOFTLY)

- So, how are things in Heaven? - KELVIN: Functional.

You know, there's the usual infighting,

but let's just say Lucifer having a baby on board has brought us all together.

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

You know, this is an all-hands-on-deck situation, Castiel.

Including yours.

Okay, so you're here for my hands?

We want you.

Look, you got more field experience than the next thousand angels combined.

Yeah, I think you overestimate me.

I don't.

Look, I know you're working with the Winchesters.

Sam and Dean.

Their hearts are in the right place,

but wouldn't it be better to have us waiting in the proverbial wings?

Or the power of Heaven behind you?

You ever miss it? Upstairs?

I mean, don't get me wrong, I love Earth. It's quirky, smells like hay.

But it's not home, is it?

I don't believe I'm welcome in Heaven.

No, you're not. They still hold a lot of grudges up there.

But what if I told you you could come back?

That all your sins could be forgotten, forgiven.

I would say that you're lying.

Oh, but I'm not.

You help us track down Kelly Kline, and you'll be welcomed back into the fold.

Right. And you have the power to do that?

Oh, no, I can't. I'm just the messenger.

But Joshua can.

Joshua?

I thought he stepped aside.

He did, but like I said, all-hands-on-deck situation.

Imagine it, Castiel. Free to come and go as you please.

Part of your family, your true family again.

Look, the gardener's got a plan.

All we ask is that you hear us. Hear him out.

For the greater good.

- VICTOR: All right-on, and lastly. - (GROANS)

You will grant me 1,000 souls per year.

And you will anoint me

the new King of the Crossroads.

(INCOHERENT MUMBLING)

Great. Tommy, you want anything, man?

The only thing I care about is making Hell great again.

See?

- What? - (MUMBLES)

All right. Let's do this.

Here we go, My Lord.

Oh.

Oh!

(GRUNTING)

(VOCALIZES) It feels so good.

(CHUCKLES)

(GRUNTS AND CHOKES)

We had a deal.

Did we?

(COUGHING)

(SNIFFS)

(CHUCKLES)

Sorry, kid. You understand, right? No witnesses or anything, yeah?

Yes! Take me, oh, Fallen One! My life is yours to devour.

See, now you just made it weird.

Hmm.

CROWLEY: Fancy.

Really bring out your eyes.

- Shut up. - "Shut up."

- I mean it, Crowley. - "I mean it, Crowley."

- Go to Hell. - "Go to Hell."

Really, Dean, all these years, you're so predictable.

Yeah, well, guess we've all changed.

I got predictable, you got soft.

I mean, a few years ago, who'd have thought

you'd be helping us save the girl of the week?

I don't care about her.

Yeah, well, maybe we rubbed off on you.

Don't flatter yourself.

You saved Cass.

Just to spare myself the Winchester man pain.

You lot moping about like a bunch of schoolgirls.

Well, I just wanna say, "Thank you."

Or, a few years ago, who would have thought

you'd be working with the King of Hell?

Maybe you've rubbed off on me,

maybe I've rubbed off all over you. (CHUCKLES)

(SHUDDERS)

I'm sorry.

For what?

This. It's all my fault.

Gwen, this is not your fault.

Yes, it is.

What happened to Marcus...

MARCUS: Gwen, run!

(GROANS AND SCREAMS)

(GASPS)

Pull over. Please.

Okay.

(SINGING)♪ Hunting we will go, a hunting we will go ♪

Crowley, shut up. Seriously.

Ramsey dragged him back to her den.

Well, it's empty. So where is she now?

(SNIFFLES)

You okay?

I don't think I even know what "okay" means anymore.

Marcus... Going camping was my idea.

I took him out there even though I knew.

I knew it was over.

(SNIFFLES)

I liked Marcus.

He was sweet and kind,

and he loved me.

(SIGHING)

More than I ever loved him, more than...

If I'd just told him, if I'd...

Why couldn't I just tell him the truth?

- Gwen... - Yeah, but I didn't. I lied.

I lied to make things easier. I...

(SOBBING)

I'm sorry. I...

We should go.

Right.

(RAMSEY GROWLS AND BARKS)

- What? - She's here.

(GROWLING)

- (THUDS) - (WHIMPERS)

- (GROWLS) - (GASPS)

It's okay, it's okay. Stay calm.

(BARKING)

Oh, my God.

All right.

(GROWLING)

(THUDDING)

- We should leave. - No, no, Gwen.

I got to take care of this. It's the only way she'll stop.

(GROWLS AND BARKS)

- Stay in the car. Stay in the car! - Okay.

- (BREATHING HEAVILY) - (GROWLING)

- (BARKING) - (GRUNTS)

(GROWLS)

(YELPING)

(GROWLING SOFTLY)

(YELPING)

- (SAM GRUNTS) - (WHINES)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

And this is why you don't drive.

So, it's over?

It's over.

Thank you.

Yeah.

Ah. Dog dead, must be going.

Hey, Crowley, wait a second. Um...

Thank you.

(CHUCKLES)

- (SIGHS) He seems nice. - DEAN: Yeah.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Let's get in. Hopefully, it still runs.

(DOOR OPENS)

Now, what was that you were saying about always being two steps ahead?

(GRUNTS)

Buh-bye, Crowley.

That's not what I said.

(SNAPS FINGERS)

(GRUNTS)

Uh, what the...

(CROWLEY SIGHS)

I'm glad you've had a little taste of freedom.

What I said was, I'm always 10 steps ahead.

I said you cross me, I crush you. You hit me...

- Ahhh! - I hit you back twice as hard.

- (SNAPS FINGERS) - Ahhh!

You make me your dog, I'll make you my slave.

- (BONES CRACK) - (GROANS)

HOW? (GROANING)

That chain around your neck. It was nothing.

A stylish accessory.

This vessel, that's your true prison.

It's been warded with runes and spellwork from the Cage carved into every molecule.

In there?

I own you.

(SIGHS) I'm just getting started, so...

I'm gonna put you back in your hole, and then I'm gonna go find your spawn,

and I'm gonna rip him apart while you watch.

And then...

(GROANING)

I'm still just getting started.

(GRUNTS)

Cass, what's up?

CASTIEL: Hey, I think I have a lead on Kelly Kline.

DEAN: Yeah?

She's with Dagon. Prince of Hell.

All right, what do we know about him?

Actually, it's a her, and not much. It's just rumors and stories.

Dagon is mostly known for her psychotic savagery.

Great. So where's Kelly?

Well, she was in Coeur d'Alene, Idaho.

Now... I'm not sure.

All right. We'll spread the word. Let us know if you find anything.

- Of course. - (CELL PHONE BEEPS)

KELVIN: You ready, brother?

He sound weird to you?

(CELL PHONE BUZZING)

Oh, is that your computer talking to you again?

(CELL PHONE BEEPS)

Uh... No.

It's Mick Davies.

What?

Dean, I don't have a computer program feeding me cases, I, uh...

Gwen, every job we've worked in the last two weeks,

they've all come from the British Men of Letters.

Really?

Yeah. I didn't tell you 'cause I know how much you hate them...

No, we hate them. Us. Together.

Right, I get that. Yeah, I do, but...

Dean, because of Mick and his guys, the Alpha vampire is dead.

They get results. I don't like them either,

but if we can save people, then it...

(SIGHING)

Either way, I shouldn't have lied to you,

and I'm sorry, man. I...

(CLICKS TONGUE) Well, okay.

"Okay"?

(SIGHS)

What do you want me to say? Do I like it? No.

Do I trust them? Hell, no.

But you're right.

We work with people we don't trust all the time.

I mean, hell, I just Liam Neeson'd it up with Crowley.

So if you wanna give this a shot...

(SCOFFS) Then fine.

But the minute, and I mean the second something feels off, we bail.

Yeah. Of course. Deal.

(CELL PHONE BUZZING)

It's Mick.

Pick it up.

- (CELL PHONE BEEPS) - This is Sam.