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Cuthbert Sinclair.

Welcome to the collection, Dean.

[Sam] He designed most of the warding that keeps the bunker safe.

[Dean] Formal separation from the Men of Letters, 1 956.

He missed the massacre.

[men shouting indistinctly]

[Sam] According to Dad's journal, Abbadon is a Knight of Hell.

Hello, boys.

God is extinguishing galaxies.

We need to be prepared.

[Sam] Feels like we're taking a big, probably stupid risk.

Feels good.

[Billie] The first quest was meant to strengthen Jack's body.

Step two, Jack needs to find the Occultum.

-[Castiel] The Occultum must be in you. -Leave me alone!

-[Castiel] His soul is back. -Please forgive me.

[midtempo rock music playing]

[pipes clanking]

You hear that?

What's with the apron?

Burgers. Yeah, but the pilot light keeps going out.

It's like the third time this week.

I mean, between that and the hot water...

I thought this place was supposed to be state-of-the-art.

It was. ln the '50s.

Hmm.

Uh... Jack come out of his room yet?

No. I mean, can you blame him?

His soul's back, you know. Everything is hitting him.

Everything he's done, everything he has to do, Amara...

Yeah. Well, l mean, even Billie said it, to kill Chuck, you gotta kill Amara, too.

Cass is still looking.

You know what, say one of his angel contacts does find her. What then?

Then we do what we gotta do.

[ducts humming]

Oh, come on. Now the air?

[both sigh]

All right. Well, let's go.

-Go where? -To--

Dude, we fought the devil, okay? I've killed Hitler.

I think we can handle a few old pipes.

[Sam] The gas and water convert down here, maybe.

It's too bad we can't just call a plumber.

Oh, yeah. "Uh, hey, Mario Bros?

Yeah, could you come to the most secretive, secure, supernatural hideout in the world?

Great. Thanks. Go, Luigi!"

What is this?

This is the bunker grid control center thingy.

Yeah, of course.

-Reset, standby? -What?

Well, hey, what do l do when, you know, my computer has too many pop-ups?

-Turn it off, turn it back on again. Hmm? -No, I don't think that's--

[systems powering down]

[sighs] l was gonna say l don't think...

-Shh, shh, shh. -that's a good idea.

[systems powering up]

[laughs]

Victory!

Now, burger time.

Meat man...

coming to town!

[whistling]

[ominous music playing]

Oh. Hello, dear.

[humming]

Sam?!

Oh.

How you've lived in this filth is beyond me.

Beyond--? Lady, who the hell are you?

[gasps] Language.

That's it, l'm getting my gun. Sammy!

[Sam] Yeah. Hey. l was, uh...

Uh...

Hi?

Dean, what's going on?

Well, I was walking into my room, about to, uh, dive into my Dean Deluxe,

I look up and there she is, folding my, uh, underthings.

Your "underthings"?

Well, if you'd folded them properly to begin with...

I'm sorry, who are you?

My true name is... oh, hardly decipherable in your tongue.

Mr. Ganem called me Mrs. Butters. [giggles]

-Oh, "Mrs. Butters"? -Wait, our tongue?

So, what, you're not human?

Oh, no. No, no. [chuckles]

I'm a wood nymph.

Okay, well, shouldn't you be in the woods, somewhere, nymphing?

[sighs]

Alas, that is the young ones' game.

But, no, no. I have much more important things to do,

and besides, l live here.

Okay, so, you're a Man of, uh--

You're a Lady of Letters?

Oh. [laughs]

No. I was never a member, no.

No, no, no. I was more of a helper.

I took care of the cleaning and the laundry and the cooking.

The Men of Letters, though highly intelligent, were oblivious to the necessities of life.

[Butters chuckles]

But they were my boys, my family.

Well, that's very progressive.

Uh, okay, well, we don't want any trouble, so, you can just leave.

Leave?

[melancholy music playing]

This is my home.

I have worked for the Men of Letters since before the war.

The war? What year do you think it is?

1 958.

Ooh.

Mm.

Well, afraid to tell you, but it's, uh-- Tsk.

It's 2020.

Then...

where is Mr. Markham, Mr. Ackers?

Where are the rest of the Men of Letters?

You're looking at them.

The rest of them are, um...

They're dead.

How?

A demon named Abaddon killed them, all of them.

Oh...

Oh.

That's why they didn't come back.

[Butters] When the lads left for the ceremony, I was told to stay behind, guard the bunker.

But they never returned.

So, to keep the bunker safe, I placed it and myself in standby mode.

[sobs]

I never dreamed... it would take this long to be reactivated.

Yeah, we don't totally know everything about this place yet.

-It's been one apocalypse after the other. -Oh, no, it's fine.

I know... how busy your work can be.

If you're anything like the others, then it has been an age

since you had a home-cooked meal or celebrated the holidays or...

Oh. [clears throat]

Washed your clothes.

Yeah, we're not really holiday people.

It's worse than I thought.

You said, uh, that we were on standby mode,

so, this entire time, we've been operating on like half power?

The Men of Letters used my magic to give the bunker an extra oomph.

-[snaps] -[systems humming]

Whoa.

[beeping]

-[Sam] What's that? -Oh, the radar, of course.

We have a monster radar?

The chime indicates something relatively nearby.

And by the color, it looks to be a nest of vampires.

Fifty miles away, 725 Black Drive.

We have a monster radar.

Yeah. Well, if you boys hurry, I imagine you can clean out that nest

to make it back here in time for supper.

Oh. Hell, yeah.

Oh-- Oh.

[whimsical music playing]

Heck-- Heck, yeah.

All right.

Dean, hold up. How do we know we can trust her?

Look at her. It isn't that big of a stretch to think

the Men of Letters wouldn't have found somebody to help out.

I mean, they're basically a bunch of uppity, preppy bachelors, you know.

Having a... whatever she is, it's almost required.

-Yeah, but-- -Look, why don't we go check it out, all right?

If the nest is real, then she's telling the truth,

and we know we caught a serious break, and we have not been catching those lately.

-And if it isn't? -Then we deal with it.

[suspenseful music playing]

What about Jack?

[knocking on door]

[Dean] Hey, Jack?

Okay. Uh, listen, me and Sam, we gotta head out.

Um...

But we have a guest that's staying here. Kind of.

She's, uh, probably harmless, but just in case, watch yourself, all right?

And if anything happens, obviously, give us a call.

And she's, uh, making cookies. Snickerdoodle.

So, if you want some...

Okay.

Even if she is what she says she is, some kind of--

-Magic Roomba? -Whatever.

Do you think it's a good idea having her around?

[sighs]

We do have the son of Satan living down the hall...

I'm serious. I mean, Chuck is deleting worlds,

Amara is... somewhere, and Jack, he's...

-A mess. -Yeah.

He'll be fine. l've been through worse. Look at me, I'm a picture of health.

-Ignoring trauma doesn't make you healthy. -Sure, it does.

Right.

I don't know. Feels like Jack is hiding something.

He just needs some time, you know? Some space. It's the only thing that works.

Yeah, l hope you're right.

[knocking on door]

Hello, Jack?

Jack, Sam and Dean told me you were going through a hard time...

and I thought l'd make you a sandwich in case you were hungry.

Well, I'll just-- l'll leave it outside the door...

in case you change your mind.

[suspenseful music playing on TV]

[thunder crashes on TV]

-Mr. Barnabas. -Where are you going, Ben?

Hey, how come vampires like that live in mansions and we live here?

[Barnabas] In my new life, I have been discovering that l have some strange

and remarkable powers.

[Ben] What kind of powers?

[Barnabas] You will find out soon enough.

-Where have you been? -I've been digging a grave in the woods.

[slurps] Ah.

-Any bloodsuckers in here? -[both hiss]

Whoo.

Well, that's gotta be a record.

I mean, no investigation, no dead ends, just, "Ding, bloodsuckers!"

-Monster radar rules. -Yeah.

[jazzy version of "Hark! The Herald Angels Sing" playing]

[train whistle tooting]

[gasps] Merry Christmas!

[Butters giggling]

We are so keeping her.

Well, you boys have spent so much time killing monsters,

it seems like you haven't had a chance to celebrate much of anything.

So, that's why we're doing Christmas?

Oh. [blows raspberry]

Don't be so dour, Samuel. Take a breath, smile.

Enjoy the world you're fighting for.

Oh! We have so much lost time to make up for.

Christmas, Easter, Thanksgiving. [gasps]

I make a mean apple-cranberry sauce.

Jack. Hey. This is, uh--

Oh. This is Jack?

What are you?

He's a millennial, but don't let that throw you. He's a good kid.

-Are you wearing...? -Oh, dude, you gotta see this thing.

It's like l'm wrapped in hugs. You gotta feel this thing. Look at this, feel--

Oh. [chuckles]

I don't know where you got this, Mrs. B, but best gift ever.

Oh, you're welcome, dear.

Well... if they vouch for you, then it's okay by me.

-Good heavens, you must be starving. -Ah, l'm not that hungry.

Oh, poppycock, a young boy like you... Here.

Try this. You'll love it.

Smoothie. I want one.

You may have tomato juice.

I'm worried about your cholesterol. Tsk, tsk, tsk.

[alarm blaring]

[chuckling] Oh, we got one!

[midtempo rock music playing]

-No crusts. -Oh, Mrs. B, you're the best.

Samuel, the radar says it's a lamia. I put blessed knives in the trunk.

And tell Dean to take it easy on the car. I just waxed it.

-Should l come, or...? -No, no, Jack, it's fine. We got it.

Bye-bye.

Well... what shall we do with you?

Hmm.

[Butters] So...

your father is Lucifer.

Hmm!

Oh, my. What's that like?

I didn't really know my father very well.

The only family l've ever really had is Sam, Dean, Cass and, uh... Mary.

Mary?

Oh. It's all right.

You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to.

Mary was Sam and Dean's mom, and my, um...

She was a good friend.

Oh, well... she sounds lovely.

She was... but, um...

I killed her.

Oh.

-I didn't mean to. lt was an accident... -Well...

Yeah.

[melancholy music playing]

We all do things, things that we're not proud of.

But... life gives us second chances.

And it is our obligation to hold on to them.

You understand?

Would you like another smoothie?

["Cleanin' Up the Town" playing]

[inaudible dialogue]

♪ Gonna tell you a story About a little town l know ♪

♪ They had a real big problem With some big mean local ghosts ♪

♪ Those spooks were makin' The whole city lose control ♪

♪ Well, the mayor was frantic The townfolk panicked ♪

♪ 'Cause they had no sense of fear ♪

♪ 'Cause they knew that they were missin' Those boys with a mission ♪

♪ So, they called them up right here ♪

♪ They were boxin' and trappin' And shootin' through the joint ♪

♪ Stepped right in And got down to the point ♪

♪ Those Ghostbusters came in Cleanin' up the town ♪

♪ Oh, yeah ♪

[Dean, Butters & Jack] ♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

[horn toots]

[Butters] Ah! [chuckles]

Oh, Mrs. B, when it's my birthday,

can I put in a request to have the Rice Krispie treats?

Oh.

Dear, at your age l wouldn't think you'd wanna celebrate your birthday.

[Butters giggling]

There's an extra batch, just for you, next to the fridge.

-You are the best! -[horn toots]

[ominous music playing]

-Mrs. Butters? -Oh!

Oh. Yes, dear?

I was just wondering if you could, um, make me another smoothie.

Of course. [chuckles]

Anything for my boys. [chuckles]

[ominous music playing]

[sniffs]

Cuthbert Sinclair, Men of Letters file 51 50.

As you know, Henshaw was successful in retrieving the wood nymph

from the Thule laboratories.

After encountering a Nazi battalion,

Subject B, casually referred to as "Mrs. Butters,"

destroyed upwards of 200 men before she was restrained.

Wood nymphs, it would seem, though naturally docile,

react violently when home or family are threatened.

To that end, l have conducted a series of, uh, experiments

designed to show this strange and magical being

the importance of our mission.

And Mrs. Butters has agreed to join the Men of Letters family,

for service and security.

This...

is a member of the Thule, who, after a very thorough interrogation...

is no longer of any use.

Mrs. Butters, if you would.

[Thule grunting]

[Thule screams]

Would anyone like tea or cookies?

Son of a bitch.

Sam?

Oh. Slow down, dear. ls everything all right?

Uh, yeah. l was just looking for Sam.

He'll be here any minute. He's got a big date.

Oh, that's, um, nice.

Are you sure you're all right? Can l get you some soup or something?

[footsteps approaching]

I feel silly.

Are you sure I don't look ridiculous? I feel like l look ridiculous.

Not at all. You look dashing.

Let me see. Yes, yes.

-Are you sure I couldn't just trim the ends? -Stop it.

Oh, wow.

Somebody's shopping at Abercrombie & Bitch.

-Oh. Language. -What? Pfft.

Don't you listen to him. You look very handsome.

Eileen's in town, so, l thought after everything that's happened,

we could go out on a date, dinner, and some privacy, something.

-Heavy on the "something." -Oh, Dean.

Now, here. I want you to take one of the old cars from the garage.

They're all in tip-top condition now. She'll be very impressed.

Thanks.

Oh, and, Sam, one more thing.

Have fun.

Go get them, tiger.

[sighs]

-You should be nicer to your brother. -Well, now, why would l do that?

[scoffs]

Boys.

Oh, Dean, l noticed that there was a broken TV in one of the rooms,

and I took the liberty of fixing it.

The Dean cave?

You fixed--?

Ha! Yes.

[suspenseful music playing]

I know what you are.

And what's that?

I saw the film.

And how did it make you feel?

Feel?

I don't understand.

[scoffs]

Of course you do.

You enjoyed seeing that man--

Oh, no. Nazis are hardly men.

That dog's death.

You relished his pain.

-Didn't you, Jack? -What? No.

Wait.

You wanted me to find...

Is this some kind of test?

To what, see if l'm bloodthirsty, dangerous?

-Aren't you? -No.

Yes. You are.

-And Sam and Dean-- -That's not--

-They know-- -Know what?

How powerful you are?

How powerful you've become?

Because l do.

They should be scared of you.

-I would never hurt them. -You have before.

Haven't you?

Have you ever thought that Sam and Dean keep you here, closed in, secure,

because they're scared you'll do to someone else

what you did to their mother?

Now that l'm here, they will never have to worry about you again.

[grunting]

What are you doing?

What l've always done.

I'm protecting my family.

Don't.

-Wait, what did you do to me? -[scoffs]

You didn't think those smoothies were for your health, did you?

Oh, I've learned a few things while l was doing the dusting around here.

A little yarrow root, some ground jawbone for texture,

and voilà, you are as weak as a puppy.

Why?

To make the bunker safe again.

To get rid of all the monsters.

[door slams]

Oh, Mrs. B, l'm starving. You have any--?

Oh!

You're a dream.

Oh... [chuckles]

Well, eat up, dear.

You'll need your strength so we can go kill Jack.

Excuse me?

I've got him downstairs. Trapped.

Oh.

You and Sam don't need to be afraid anymore.

I will not let what happened to the others happen to you.

Damn it!

Yeah, we had a good thing going. And of course, of course...

you had to go full Nurse Ratched.

Oh, I don't know what that means, but, Dean, he is a monster.

He killed your mother, for heaven's sake.

Yeah, that's, uh...

[sighs]

I'll tell you what we're gonna do.

-We'll go downstairs. -Right.

We'll let Jack go and forget this ever happened.

Hmm.

I had hoped for better from you, Dean.

Obviously, he's infected you.

Just like the serpent in the garden.

-Hey, wait. No, no, no! -Just like his father.

-No! -[lock clicks]

[ominous music playing]

A bit past your curfew, Samuel.

Yeah. Right.

Where are Jack and Dean?

Uh...

Well... l have some good news...

and some bad news.

-So... Jack has taken over Dean's mind? -Yes.

-And they're both downstairs right now? -Mm-hm.

Ready to be killed by us?

You were always the smart one, yes.

Yeah. Okay. Um...

-I am really glad you caught them. -Oh, it's no trouble.

Whew.

You know what, I'm gonna, uh, get my gun in my room,

and I will meet you downstairs and we can get to the killing.

-Wonderful. -Yeah, well...

Samuel?

How was the date?

[cell phone rings]

[Sam] Dean, hey. lt's me.

I'm back in the bunker, and listen, Mrs. Butters--

Went psycho. We know.

-Why didn't you call me? -Well--

I mean, I, you know, figured you were practicing your sign language.

And that's more important than coming to save you?

-Mm... -Dean?

It's been a while for you, man, you know.

Come on, all right, all right. Whatever. How do we stop her?

I don't know. Try shooting her.

Right. Of course.

All right. Got it.

Wait, will that even work?

How do l know? You were the one that was gonna look into this.

What? No, Dean, Dean, we were gonna look into that,

and then, you know, we had Christmas and Thanksgiving and...

oh, that breakfast for Boxing Day.

Oh. It was the best omelet I've ever had in my life.

-Yeah. -Okay, okay.

Go down to the boiler room, all right?

Because if hitting standby pulled her into some sort of suspended animation, then...

Right, of course.

All right. I'll call you back.

What now?

Now we gotta figure out a way out of this room.

I can use my power.

No. The power it'd take to get out of those cuffs,

that'd be like sending up a flare for Chuck, so, don't do that.

I have a job, a mission.

Jack, stop.

Do you still think l'm a monster?

Okay, I'm just gonna say this, okay? Just get it out there.

Jack, l'm trying, okay?

I really am. But what you did...

that's not easy to forget.

Now, l was angry with you.

For a while.

And maybe l still am. A little bit, okay?

But l'm not gonna let some evil Mary Poppins take you out. You understand?

Mrs. Butters?

Samuel? What are you doing?

Mrs. Butters.

-What is taking so long? -Oh, I just, um--

[grunts]

Oh, Samuel.

Now, l'm not mad.

I'm disappointed.

-[chair scrapes] -[grunts]

Well...

You know, when they first found me,

I didn't really understand the importance of this place either, or of your jobs.

But after Mr. Cuthbert explained it to me,

I realized that keeping you boys safe

was the most worthwhile occupation in the entire world.

-Okay, this isn't how-- -Oh, mm, it is.

Yes.

But because you are my favorite, I won't give up on you.

Not yet.

That is why l am going to help you understand,

just the way Mr. Cuthbert helped me.

Wait, you're sure this is gonna work?

Let's say yes. Hmm?

Okay.

[suspenseful music playing]

-Oh. -[groaning]

Dang it. Dang it-- Damn it!

Damn it! Language, my ass.

Come on, pal.

Okay. There's no way those things are coming off without the key.

So, we wait for Sam?

Yeah. Sam should have been here by now.

[pensive music playing]

I have another idea.

Yeah?

[chuckles]

Now, lesson one. Jack is Lucifer's son,

therefore, Jack is a monster.

I have already had one monster take my family from me.

I won't have it happen again.

Jack's not a monster.

Jack is a kid. A kid who's gone from one tragedy in his life to another.

No! He is not a kid.

He has blood on his hands. l can smell it.

Now, Mr. Cuthbert taught me that pain...

can be a wonderful teacher.

Let's see if it can correct your ways.

Oh...

This is gonna hurt me a lot more than it hurts you.

[suspenseful music playing]

[screams]

[Sam groaning]

All right. Now, remember, pain is just weakness leaving the body, hmm?

On three. Here we go. One, two...

-[handcuffs clank] -[Jack yells]

Hey, hey. Yeah, see?

Not so bad, right? Huh?

Come on, let's go.

[Butters] Jack may not want to kill you now, but he will.

It's in his nature.

The sooner you accept this, the sooner we can be done.

-[systems powering down] -[alarm blaring]

-[Sam] Dean? -She gone?

-Yeah. -It worked?

Yeah, it worked.

[chuckles]

Problem solved.

[ominous music playing]

Oh. Aah.

-What is...? -Yeah. Yeah, thanks.

You've all been very bad!

[all yell]

I am not gonna fail. Not again.

You thought you could destroy us?

-Destroy our family? -No.

I wasn't there for them before, but now,

I am going to stop you from hurting them.

No, no, no, Mrs. Butters, don't.

Oh. Samuel, you will thank me, eventually.

You hurt him, you hurt us.

[scoffs] No, he's infected you. I have to keep you safe.

-By trying to kill the people we care about? -[Butters stammering]

He's a monster!

That's why Mr. Cuthbert said I couldn't go back to my forest,

because of things like that!

No. Mr. Cuthbert used you. Okay?

He lied to you.

Mr. Cuthbert tortured you.

-[Dean] He can save the world. -What?

He can save the world.

Huh?

That's why we're here, isn't it?

Us, the Men of Letters?

That's the whole mission, is saving the world.

He can do exactly that.

[splutters]

I just--

I miss them so much.

[Butters sobbing]

There you go, sweetie. l'm so sorry.

I'm sorry about everything.

It's okay. Really.

Thank you.

[sentimental music playing]

Mrs. Butters, uh, you said Cuthbert convinced you to come work for them,

but, really, you just wanted to go back home.

Oh. Yes, l did.

And now?

Oh...

I would love to see the woods again,

see the sun streaming through the trees.

Oh... You boys would love it.

The creeks and animals, snow and...

Oh, I'm getting carried away.

Then it's settled.

Well...

sadly, without my magic, the bunker will revert to standby mode.

So...

Yeah, well, things were getting too easy, anyway, you know?

Who needs a monster radar?

Or whatever that telescope thing is.

It's an interdimensional geoscope.

It's a what?

I looked in it earlier. l didn't see anything.

Oh. Well, that's not good.

Oh.

Oh, look what you've done.

Oh, I shall treasure it always.

Well, I guess it's time.

Oh, Dean... eat your vegetables.

And, Sam, cut your hair.

And, Jack...

go save the world.

Well, goodbye, boys.

[fingers snap]

Are you, uh...?

You know, if there's anything you wanna talk about...

I know.

It's just...

I'm supposed to kill God, and l got...

She got me.

Because l was stupid and...

Sam... do you really think l can do this?

Jack, you're the only one who can.

All right, all right. Yeah.

He loves that apron.

Boom. Now, Mrs. Butters was right, okay?

We are busy. Sometimes a little too busy.

But right now...

Ta-da!

I made it myself. Obviously.

I mean, it's, you know, not like Mrs. Butters makes it, but...

It's great.

All right, here we go.

Happy birthday, Jack.

All right.

Make a wish.

[dramatic music playing]

[theme music playing]