"No!" "Stop!" "Stop!" "Not leviathans." "What the hell happened to you guys?" "I went to Purgatory." "Sam hit a dog." "Crowley kidnapped you." "I saw that." "But you escaped." "How?" "There was a tablet." "I told Crowley I was opening a hell gate, but I was reading from another chapter... how to destroy demons." "Hi, Mom." "Kevin!" "Ah... oh!" "Oh!" "She's clean." "Who is this lovely young thing?" "Stay away from my son." "Hello, boys." "Good luck closing the gates to hell... without this." "Kevin!" "You've got to be kidding me!" "Since we lost the tablet, Kevin figures we don't need him." "Yeah, but 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!" "Aah!" "Push me!" "Push me!" "Higher!" "It's finger painting, Aaron, not body painting." "Let's get you cleaned up." "There you go." "* Supernatural 8x07 * A Little Slice of Kevin Original Air Date on November 14, 2012" "== sync, corrected by elderman ==" "* We got to get out of this place *" "* If it's the last thing we ever do *" "* We got to get out of this place *" "* Girl, there's a better life for me and you * * mm, yeah" "* My little girl, you're so young and pretty * * and one thing I know" "Hey." "Hey." "You look like you've s... well, 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... shazam!" "Back to perfect weather." "Hmm." "And they pooh-pooh climate change." "Yeah." "Well, similar wackiness has happened over the past few weeks in other places... uh, Tulsa, a bus driver vanishes and a river gets overrun with frogs." "New Mexico..." "a mailman disappears, the earth splits open." "All right." "So, uh, 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?" "Yep." "What do you want?" "!" "I've given you all the names." "No." "No." "No." "And no." "That's not what I want to 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 3... 1, 2..." "What happened to 3?" "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!" "What, 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 got to 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." "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've 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?" "Mm-hmm." "Agents Roth and Malloy." "We want to 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." "And you have no memory of what happened?" "No." "He was just gone." "Can you think any reason why somebody would want to harm him?" "Um, any enemies?" "Enemies?" "He's 5." "Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus..." "Excuse me?" "It's, uh, code for your own safety so that you can't reveal anything under enhanced interrogation." "Now, when you woke up on the floor, were there any signs of struggle?" "No." "Smell like sulfur?" "How did you know that?" "Lucky guess." "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?" "Are you all right?" "I don't know." "I just saw something." "Uh, you saw what?" "Cass." "Cass?" "Where?" "Right there." "And... and... and earlier, on the road." "I feel like I'm 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, but why do I feel like crap?" "Survivor's guilt?" "Hmm." "If you let it, this is gonna keep messing with you." "You got to walk past it." "We're getting close." "Really?" "I don't see crap." "I mean, what the hell is this escape hatch supposed to look like?" "He doesn't know." "Hey, you just drug me through the fire." "Please tell me you know." "It's here." "They promised." "Oh, they?" "Well, that's comforting." "Well, even if it does exist..." "Broken record, Cass." "Dean, it's a human portal." "There's still 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 m-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-I-I got a wife and kids." "I-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." "Oh, right." "That's..." "that's better, yeah." "Hi." "Kevin, right?" "Hmm." "So, I was... ohh!" "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 just a little 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." "Uh, this guy, Luigi Ponzi disappeared walking between two subway cars in Rome." "And right above ground, there was a freak hail storm." "So, we going to Rome?" "Wouldn't be too shabby." "Hello, Dean." "Unbelievable, man." "I-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 have been why you kept seeing him." "I mean, you think?" "Yeah." "Yeah, uh, I got to be honest." "I-I-I'm thinking, how the hell did you make it out?" "I mean, I..." "I was there." "I-I-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..." "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... that was it." "And that... that was it?" "Yes." "Oh." "I'm dirty." "Yeah, well, 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." "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." "Conjunti sumus, unum sumus." "Let's go." "Dean, wait." "Dean?" "Huh?" "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..." "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?" "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 want to renege on our deal, it'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." "Mom!" "Did you break the salt line by the store-room window?" "What?" "!" "Of course not!" "I wouldn't bother, Kevin." "There's no rush." "Hello, Delta." "Hiya." "You betrayed us?" "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." "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 have we got, seven?" "Yeah, uh, Luigi, Justin, Aaron, Maria..." "Maria, Dennis, Krista, Sven." "I missed television." "Wait, Cass." "How did you know those are the names?" "Well, they're prophets." "Prophets?" "Yeah, Angels instinctively know the names of every Prophet... past, present, and future." "So this list is the name of every one of 'em 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, um..." "He must be dead." "So, the next one comes off the bench if Kevin goes down?" "Exactly." "And 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?" "It depresses me, Kevin." "Here's the thing." "I really want you to read the tablet because, frankly, this lot fail 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 got to move!" "The portal's closing!" "Cass!" "Damn it!" "Come on!" "No." "Come on!" "I got you!" "Hold on!" "Dean!" "Hold on!" "Dean!" "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!" "It was like you just gave up." "It's like you didn't believe we could do it." "I mean, you kept saying that you didn't think it would work." "Did you not trust me?" "!" "Dean..." "I did everything I could 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." "Oh." "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!" "The 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." "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-hmm." "You're familiar with that one, I believe." "And 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." "We're just getting to the sexy part." "All right." "I'll check that way." "Hold on." "This is different." "It's... 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 systematically organized." "I know what "compendium" means, Kevin." "What does Metatron mean?" "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." "I 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?" "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!" "Do you want to take that chance?" "Cops are on their way." "They're gonna pick up the prophets." "Um, 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 want to seal those bastards up forever." "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 have gotten yourself 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 that 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 have done would have saved me, because I didn't want to 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..." "I'm fine." "And, yes, I'm with you..." "if that's all right." "It is, right?" "You two are good?" "Yeah." "== sync, corrected by elderman =="