"♪ Carry on, my wayward son ♪" "♪ there'll be peace when you are done ♪" "♪ lay your weary head to rest ♪" "♪ don't you cry no more ♪" "What the hell?" "Leviathan!" "Let's be friends, you and I." "I'd sooner swim through hot garbage than shake hands with a bottom-feeding mutation like you." "♪ Once, I rose above the noise and confusion ♪" "Dean:" "Bobby!" "♪ Just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion ♪" "♪ I was soaring ever higher ♪" "♪ but I flew too high ♪" "♪ though my eyes could see, I still was a blind man ♪" "♪ though my mind could think, I still was a madman ♪" "♪ I hear the voices when I'm dreaming ♪" "What the hell are you?" "Castiel:" "He's a Prophet of the Lord." "♪ I can hear them say ♪" "Sam:" "That's the word of God?" "Yes." "What's "Leviathan"?" "You could read it?" "Hello, Kevin." "The only way to kill Leviathan is with the three bloods of the fallen -- fallen angel blood." "You got to bleed an Alpha -- and blood from the ruler of fallen humanity." "Hello, boys." " You gonna give us the blood or not?" " Happily." "But not quite yet." "Well, then when?" "Last." "♪ Carry on ♪" "♪ you will always remember ♪" "♪ carry on ♪" "♪ nothing equals the splendor ♪" "♪ now your life's no longer empty ♪" "♪ surely heaven waits for you ♪" "It's a good thing we got Crowley in our corner." "Right?" "Seeing as how it all comes down to him." "What could possibly go wrong?" "[ Sighs ]" " How do you take it?" " Alcoholic." "Shall we get on with this, then?" "Just extending the hand of hospitality." "To a mutation like me?" "Tired of swimming in hot garbage, are we?" "[ Chuckles ]" "That was a little colorful, huh?" "[ Glass clatters ] Well... didn't mean to offend." "Of course you did." "So, if you're suddenly calling," "I guess you're up to speed on the Winchesters, which means you intercepted the Prophet." "And the Prophet told you that my blood is the key to everything." "You know what I like about you?" "Lack of pretension?" "You're smarter than you look." "Oh, well, now you're just flirting." "Not easy...to kill me, but doable." "Especially for you lot." "You kill Angels." "You can certainly wipe a demon off the board." "And yet, here we are, negotiating like proper psychopaths." "Well, I assume you have a vial of your blood stashed somewhere, and in the event of your death, it goes directly to Sam and Dean." "See?" "Smart assumption." "One can't live on looks alone." "Here's my offer." "All ears." "Full immunity for you and your constituency." "I'm talking free-range grazing for all demonkind." "I'm willing to cordon off, say, Canada." "You and your crew can work your little deals, have your way with the locals." "All of Canada?" "Have it." "Fair." "And down here?" "America's ours." "Your sales team stays out -- period." "That's not up for negotiation." "We need America." "They're so fat." "And in exchange?" "The blood of one sadly unimpressive demon in New Jersey." "All I ask is that you give it to frick and frack, tell them it's yours, stand back, and let them come to me." "I can't deny I long to see those two digested once and for all." "You have a deal." "I suppose you want it in writing?" "I don't kiss on the mouth." "Your loss." "I just so happen to have a standard rider...right here." "I do so like this part." "Don't you?" "All right." "Exit's in 3 miles." "I still say this is a bad idea." "Dean, it was your idea, and it was the best one either of us had." "I said it as a joke." "It was a bad joke -- good idea." "Yeah, only because we got no magic spell, no book -- nothing on how to find a freakin' righteous bone." "We can call Castiel again." "Dude, on my car, he showed up naked..." "Covered in bees." "Yeah, I'm not really sorry I missed that." "Man:" "...All-time high following Roman's acquisition of Sucrocorp." "I say Roman's a buy." "Woman:" "Got to disagree with you there." "I'm gonna call him a "wait and watch."" "Come on, Lawshe." "You're killing me." "Hear me out." "This is a new sector for Roman." "That's right." "He's holed up at Sucrocorp headquarters right now." "Just sit tight." "This " "Holed up at Sucrocorp, huh?" ""Should the party of the first part" ""fail to inform the party of the second part of his intent" " "Pause right there." "Correct me -- that should be "party of the second part vis-Ã -vis party of the first part,"" "'cause we just amended clause 314-sub-a." "That's right." "You should do this professionally." "Splendid." "So, "should the party of the second part" "Well, I guess if we can't find a righteous bone in a friggin' nunnery crypt." "Sam:" "All right." "Here -- listen to this." "Sister Mary Benedict taught the learning-impaired and died at age 23." "Eh, it's a little young." "Find someone who's had time to cook." "Okay, well, there was, uh..." "here " " Sister Mary Eunice." "Uh, fed the poor, became Mother Superior at age 60." "Sounds political." "Power corrupts." "[ Sighs ] Right." "Um..." "Listen to this " "Sister Mary Constant, 83 years of quiet, humble nun-like goodness." "What do you think?" "Wow." "I want to be more righteous just reading this." "Exactly." "All right, well, I lay odds on her." "Here we go." "[ Sighs ]" "Well... let's bone this nun." "Sorry." ""...in which case, the party of the second part forfeits all rights to Canada ad infinitum."" "I think we're done here." "Susan!" "Yes, sir." "Take this from Mr. Crowley, make triplicates, get pens and a notary." "We're ready to sign this puppy." "Is he trying to make a grand entrance or...?" "I don't know..." "Son of a bitch." "He's standing us up." "Well, we summoned him." "Doesn't he kind of have to " "If Crowley wants to screw you, he'll screw you." "Or...he can't come 'cause something went wrong." "Maybe." "[ Knock on door ]" "Maybe it's good news." "You deal with him." "I can't anymore." "You might want to be more specific." "I was laying low halfway across the world when emo boy pops up out of nowhere and zaps me right back here." "Why?" "Go ask him, he was your boyfriend first." "♪ Look out on a summer's day ♪" "♪ with eyes that know the darkness in my soul ♪" "♪ shadows on the hills ♪" "♪ sketch the trees... ♪" "Hey, there." "♪ Catch the breeze and the winter chills ♪" "♪ in colors on the snowy linen land ♪" "So, Cass, what's, uh, what's the word?" "Well, Dean, I've been thinking." "Monkeys are so...clever, and they're sensible in that they leave the skins on the bananas that they eat." "Is it really necessary to test cosmetics on them?" "I mean, how important is lipstick to you, Dean?" "Not very." "You want to come inside and, uh, tell us what's going on?" "Now, you understand" "I don't participate in aggressive activity." "[ Sniffs ]" "Mm." "Sister Mary Constant." "Good choice." "Why'd you go to Meg, Cass?" "When I left, I wanted to observe the flowers -- and fruit." "Flowers come first, obviously." "But I heard nothing from them." "You heard nothing from who?" "The Garrison." "What happened to the Garrison?" "Well, finally, the silence was deafening, so I went to look... to the home of the Prophet." "You know, Leviathan can kill Angels." "There's a reason why father locked them in Purgatory." "They're the..." "Piranha that would eat the whole aquarium." "They're gone." "The entire Garrison -- dead." "If there's anyone left at all, they're in hiding." "Um, I'm sorry." "If the angels are dead, where's Kevin?" "I could steal them from their cages, the monkeys." "But where would I put them all?" "Hey!" "Focus." "Is Kevin alive?" "I don't want to fight." "No, I'm not -- we're worried." "They took him." "He's alive." "[ Sighs ] I felt such responsibility, but it's in your hands now." "Wait." "Hold on a freakin' minute." "[ Chuckles ] I feel much better." "Guys, what's all that?" "We called Crowley." "You what?" "Don't worry." "He never showed." "What do you mean "never" -- do you see him anywhere?" "He stood us up." "Well, I'm sorry about that, but I'm outie." "He could still sh" "Show up at any time." "Hello, boys." "Sorry I'm late." "This is an embarrassment of riches." "Stay, won't you." "There's really nowhere to run." "Don't even think of smoking out, pussycat." "I've got eyes all over the place." "Leave her be." "Castiel." "When last we spoke, you -- well, enslaved me." "I'm confused." "Why aren't you dead?" "I...don't know." "Well, do you want to be?" "'Cause I can help with that." "All right, enough." "It's enough when I say." "I came here to help you." "I find out you've been lying to me, harboring an angel, and not just any angel -- the one angel I most want to crush between my teeth." "Oh, so you can crush angels now, huh?" "You bore me." "You know that?" "You have no sense of poetry." "Now, what do you have to say for yourself?" "Well, I'm still, uh, honing my communication strategy." "I haven't even been back to heaven." "I-I keep thinking there are no insects up there, but here we have..." "trillions." "You know, they're making honey and silk and...miracles, really." "What are you talking about?" "Um, preferring insects to angels, I guess." "Here." "I can offer a token, if you like." "It's honey." "I-I collected it myself." "You're off your rocker." "He's off his rocker -- is that it?" "[ Chuckles ]" "Karma's a bitch, isn't it?" "Dean:" "Look, did you come here to, uh, doggy-punch your old grudges or to help us end Dick?" "Pick a battle." "Well, I'm vexed." "I'd like to do both." "But where's the fun in clobbering a ball of wet fur?" "Text me when sparkles here retrieves his marbles," "I suppose." "Meanwhile a prezzie." "Really?" "Just boxed-up and ready to go?" "I'm a model of efficiency." "Is that right?" "Then why were you late?" "Dick had me in a devil trap." "He's not an idiot." "He knows what you two are after." "So what did he offer you?" "A fair deal." "In exchange for giving you the wrong blood..." "It's demon, but is it mine?" "It's my blood." "Real deal." "And why should we trust you?" "Good God, don't." "Never trust anyone." "A lesson I learned from my last business partner." "All right." "Give us the blood." "Certainly." "Oh, bonus." "Meg, I'm gonna scoop you up, take you home, and roast you till you're jerky." "But not...yet." "Cass can have you for now." "Hilariously, it seems he'd be upset at losing you." "And the boys need Cass to get Dick." "Don't they, Cass?" "Oh, I -- I don't fight anymore." "Come on." "Given the particulars of your enemy, sadly, you're vital." "[ Door handle rattles ]" "Son of a bitch!" "Pure iron." "Damn it." "All right." "My mistake." " Let's go." " No!" "You stay away from me." "Will you please let me go home?" "[ Breathing heavily ]" "I need you." "[ Whimpering ] No." "Powerpoint presentation's on your desk for approval, sir." "Great." "Susan, do I look like a fool?" " Not in that particular body, no." " Good." "Have I told you there are three rules to contract negotiation?" "Bring breath mints, get it in writing, and have a plan for when they screw you." "Go to the freezer." "The arm?" "Yep, the arm." "Thatagirl." "[ Sighs ]" "[ Keys jingle, door unlocks ]" "Sit." "[ Door locks ]" "I'm Kevin." "Polly." "What are you doing here?" "Sitting." "I guess." "Are you a prophet?" "[ Sighs ]" "So... basically, I'm on my own, then." "Well, one thing's for sure -- we only get one shot." "This thing don't reload." "You think Crowley's, uh..." "Double-crossing us?" "Yeah." "You've got to figure who he wants dead more -- us or Dick." "[ Chuckles ]" "Depends what Dick offered." "Here we go." "Okay." "Um, so do we, uh..." "Uh, there's no magic words -- nothing." "You just...just go." "All right, then." "Where's all the thunder and lightning?" "Uh..." "Maybe it worked?" "Awesome." "[ Rustling ]" "So, none of this should cause you any ill effect." "I went to a little farm in Normandy for the wheat and the lettuce and tomato and -- and I thoroughly examined and comforted the pig before I...slaughtered it for the ham." "Here." "You need your strength." "Thanks, Cass." "Hey, Cass, why was Crowley so certain that you need to come with us?" "Crowley's wrong." "I'll be waiting right here." "But please -- accept this sandwich as a gesture of solidarity." "Morning, sir." "Delegates are on their way." "Perfect." "We're gonna want everything in place before they get here." "Send in the security detail, would you?" "Nice watch." "[ Door unlocks ]" "Get dressed." "[ Door locks ]" "Why does he want you to...?" "I'm a vegan." "You ready, Polly?" "[ Door locks ]" "Well, I'm pleased as punch to see you all here." "Last time we were in one room, it was inside that angel." "[ Laughter ]" "Now, as key players, I need you up to speed on every aspect of the program, not just the sudden influx of happy, delicious stoners in your neighborhood." "Oh." "Eat up." "The Sushi's made of fresh orphan." "All righty." "The slaughterhouses -- cutting-edge, humane, efficient." "First one goes online next month." "Man:" "What's the crowd-control strategy?" "Glad you asked." "We've laid employees at key junctures of law enforcement, starting with the 911 call." "Everyone feels taken care of, everyone stays calm." "We'll up the dose just before harvest time." "They won't feel a thing." "We're taking a regional approach." "Ohio -- beta-testing." "Wisconsin -- processing." "Florida -- breeding program." "If you'll flip to page 10, you'll see we're having a ball buying fertility clinics." "Real juicy stuff." "Why are you out of your cage, mouse?" "But now I want to talk to you about something I'm really excited about." "Everyone... meet Polly." "[ Engine shuts off ]" "You got it yet?" "Here we go." "Thank you, Charlie, wherever you are." "Got you, Dick." "Yeah, that's, uh, the second floor, and then -- what's that?" "What the hell?" "Is that Dick?" "And that's Dick." "Son of a bitch." "So, genetic propensity for these three cancers -- zapped." "She's too stoned to care." "Polly, take off your dress." "She's a slip of a thing, isn't she?" "And she eats like a linebacker." "Bottom line -- we're not making art." "We want to engineer the perfect beast." "We want meat, and these zippy little hummingbirds have to be bred out fast." "Additive 3.0." "Keep in mind, the stuff we're shipping -- a little diluted, longer-acting." "[ Thud ]" "Additive 3.0 targets only the characteristics we want to breed out." "It'll be added in nondairy creamer and multivitamins." "First shipment heads to Los Angeles tomorrow." "So watch those dysentery reports." "And stop by the lab before you go, 'cause those creamer cups are just adorable." "Cycle through again." "That's the maid from the motel." "What motel?" "Oh, no." "Oh, Bobby, what are you doing?" "Wait." "Are you saying that Bobby " "Look, just, uh, wait here." "Are you out of your mind?" "!" "You got the weapon, and -- and eyes on Dick, plural." "I'll take care of Bobby." "Sam!" "Hey!" "Shut up." "Bobby?" "I know you're in there." "Listen to me." "There are cameras everywhere." "There's one right there." "Stop, okay?" "You're gonna get her killed." "[ Grunts ]" "Bobby!" "Damn it!" "How are you gonna kill Dick, huh?" "You can't!" "Good enough for me." "[ Grunts ]" "No!" "I'm not letting you go." "Get out of here, Sam." "No." "[ Grunts ]" "[ Gasping ]" "[ Straining ] Bobby, stop." "Stop." "No!" "[ Panting ]" "[ Grunting ]" "Sam:" "Okay, thanks." "She's fine." "Checking out of the hospital tonight." "Well, that's positive." "Tell me again why you turned tail for some maid." "You were right there." "Shut up, Meg." "Because Dick made more Dicks." "He must've kept a chunk of the original Dick Roman somewhere." "They'd all have to touch it." "Hey, shifty, what's your problem?" "We need a cat." "Doesn't this place feel one species short?" "You got anything to say on the topic of Dicks?" "Crowley was pretty sure that you could help." "I can't help." "You understand?" "I can't." "I destroyed...everything, and I will destroy everything again." "Can we please just leave it at that?" "No." "No, we can't." "Dean..." "We can't leave it." "You let these friggin' things in." "So you don't get to make a sandwich." "You don't get a damned cat." "Nobody cares that you're broken, Cass." "Clean up your mess!" "[ Plate clatters ]" "You know... we should play Twister." "[ Rustling ]" "Nice." "You scared off the Empire's only hope." "Meaning?" "It occur to you every one of those things was in Cass?" "He knows them." "He can see past the meat suits." "So, he'll be able to spot the real...fake Dick Roman." "Gold star, sugarpants." "Too bad he's Fruit Loops." "You might've had a chance." "[ Dick speaking indistinctly ]" "There's no real point in looking for a tell." "They all downloaded Dick's brain." "They've all got the same tells." "All right, then maybe the question is, what would the real Dick be doing?" "Is that the best you can do?" "Idjits." "Bobby." "We didn't know if you " "Well, you should've." "You got the flask." "Dumb." "You should've burned it right off." "Bobby " "I'm still Jonesing to go back... grab some poor bastard, kamikaze 'em going after Dick." "It's bad." "America is for go-getters." "Folks who get off their butts and make it happen." "Let's be real." "I damn near killed you." "And that woman." "It wasn't your fault, Bobby -- not really." "Right." "That's just what ghosts turn into." "I really bet the farm I could outsmart that." "So, what's it feel like?" "What?" "Going vengeful?" "[ Inhales deeply ]" "It's an itch you can't scratch out." "[ Breathing shakily ]" "Look..." "I'm done." "Go get Dick." "But don't do it 'cause you think it'll scratch the itch." "Do it 'cause it's the job." "And when it's your time..." "Go." "Here's to... running into you guys on the other side." "Only... not too soon." "All right?" "Cass, I need a wingman." "Dean..." "You don't want to jump into the jaws of death, that's...fine." "How about we run a little errand?" "[ Rustling ]" "Thanks for the lift." "My pleasure." "Dean..." "Cass, we've been over it." "I get it -- you can't help." "If we attack Dick and fail, then you and Sam die heroically, correct?" "I don't know." "I guess." "And at best, I die trying to fix my own stupid mistake." "Or..." "I don't die -- I'm brought back again." "I see now." "It's a punishment resurrection." "It's worse every time." "I'm sorry." "Uh, we're talking about God crap, right?" "I'm not good luck, Dean." "Yeah, but you know what?" "Bottom of the line, and you're the only guy left on the bench..." "Sorry, but I'd rather have you, cursed or not." "And anyway, nut up, all right?" "We're all cursed." "I seem like good luck to you?" "What?" "Well, I don't want to make you uncomfortable, but I detect a note of forgiveness." "[ Scoffs ]" "Yeah, well, I'm probably gonna die tomorrow, so..." "Well, I'll go with you." "And I'll do my best." "[ Chuckles lightly ]" "Thanks." "So... can I ask the plan?" "Well, according to Crowley, Dick knows we're coming, so we're gonna announce ourselves -- big." "♪ Get your motor runnin' ♪" "♪ head out on the highway ♪" "♪ lookin' for adventure ♪" "♪ in whatever comes our way ♪" "♪ yeah, darlin', go and make it happen ♪" "[ Tires screeching ]" "♪ Take the world in a love embrace ♪" "♪ fire all your guns at once ♪" "♪ and explode into space ♪" "[ Gunshots ]" "[ Gunshots continue in distance ]" "[ Screaming ]" "[ Grunts ]" "[ Panting ]" "Later, ho nuggets." "The King of Hell will see you now." "[ Muffled grunting ]" "Kevin." "Hey, buddy." "We got to hustle, okay?" "Wait." "We can't leave yet." "Uh, yeah, we can." "It's okay." "We got to go." "You don't understand." "Dick's got creamer in his lab." " He's gonna kill all the skinny people." " Wait." "What?" "Slow down." "We have to blow up the lab, Sam." "Please." "Yeah, fine." "Let's go." "You know, I think this might end up the slickest little genocide in history." "Thank you, sir." "Just sayin'." "I smell "promotion."" "[ Rustling ]" "[ Blade slices, scientist grunts ]" "[ Thud ]" "Little abrupt..." "but okay." "Castiel." "Good to see you again." "Thanks for the ride into paradise." "And good on you!" "Pulling that together -- A-plus." "Oh, you don't think this'll work, do you?" "You trust that demon?" "You sure I'm even me, Dean?" "No." "But he is." "See, here's the thing when dealing with Crowley -- he will always find a way to bone you." "This meeting's over." "[ Grunts ]" "[ Groans ]" "Did you really think you could trump me?" "Honestly?" "No." "[ Groans ]" "Figured we'd have to catch you off guard." "[ Roars ]" "[ Rumbling ]" "[ Rumbling intensifies ]" "Sam, we should go." "What the hell?" "More chompers any second, Sam." "Not to worry." "I have a small army of demons outside." "Cut off the head, and the body will flounder, after all." "Think if you'd had just one king since before the first sunrise." "You'd be in a kerfuffle, too." "Which is exactly what you wanted." "So did you." "Without a master plan, the Levis are just another monster." "Hard to stomp, sure, but you love a challenge." "Your job is to keep them from organizing." "Where's Dean?" "That bone..." "has a bit of a kick." "God weapons often do." "They should put a warning on the box." "Where are they, Crowley?" "!" "Can't help you, Sam." "[ Snaps fingers ]" "Sorry, Sam." "Prophet's mine." "[ Snaps fingers ]" "You got what you wanted " "Dick's dead, saved the world." "So I want one little prophet." "Sorry, moose." "Wish I could help." "You certainly got a lot on your plate right now." "It looks like you are well and truly... on your own." "[ Snaps fingers ]" "[ Breathing shakily ]" "[ Crickets chirping ]" "Castiel:" "Wake up." "Good." "We need to get out of here." "Where are we?" "You don't know?" "Last I remember, we ganked Dick." "And where would he go in death?" "Wait." "Are you telling me...?" "Every soul here is a monster." "This is where they come to prey upon each other for all eternity." "We're in Purgatory?" "How do we get out?" "I'm afraid we're much more likely to be ripped to shreds." "[ Twig snaps in distance ]" "Cass, I think we'd better " "Cass?"