Supernatural s09e14 Episode Script

Angels butchering angels.
No one will survive this war.
It's madness.
It's Bartholomew.
Haven't I always said that angels are dicks.
What is that? It's, uh, Kevin Tran.
He was a good, straight-"A" kid, and then he got sucked in to all of this -- this angel crap and became a Prophet.
I don't want to be a Prophet.
Hi, Mom.
Oh! You tortured me.
I torture all my friends.
You killed my mom! Did I? Man, we told you not to talk to Crowley, okay? He messes with your head.
Here's the first name on your to-do list.
No! And there's no way that Kevin's getting out of this intact, is there? You're gonna have to trust me.
I always trust you.
And I always end up screwed.
You didn't save me for me.
You did it for you.
You didn't want to be alone.
If the situation were reversed and I was dying, you'd do the same thing.
No, Dean.
I wouldn't.
There's danger out tonight the man is -- Sam! Dean? Dean? So Yep.
Bunker's haunted.
How is this possible? I thought you said this was the safest place on the planet.
Look, I know nothing got in.
I mean, the bunker is warded and sigiled from top to bottom.
There's no way something came in from the outside.
Okay, so whoever's haunting us died here.
What, dead man of letters? No, that doesn't track.
I mean, we're the first people to occupy this place in 50 years.
Why would a ghost wait so long to get its spook on? Must have been a more recent death.
No.
How can you be so sure? Because I burned his body myself, okay? It's not him.
Okay, so you cremated him.
We cremated Bobby, too, and he came back.
Sam, I'm telling you -- this ghost, it's not Kevin.
Kevin? Ooh.
We commit her body to the ground, earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust, with a clear and certain hope of resurrection into the eternal life, according to the mighty working, whereby he is able to subdue all things unto himself.
In ne patris, et filii, et spiritus sancti.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for thou art with me, Lord.
What are you doing here? Please, she was my friend! Who? The dead human or the angel who was killed while possessing her? The angel.
Rebecca? Rebecca had a lot of friends.
Friends like Metatron.
Where is he?! You're looking in the wrong place.
Rebecca and Metatron were friends.
That was a long time ago.
Had no contact since the fall.
Naomi, Metatron, heavenly battles, politics -- she gave it up.
All of it.
Rebecca taught us the angels have lost touch with our true mission.
What do you mean by "us"? The penitents.
Her followers.
Another faction.
Not like the others.
We don't make war.
We live humbly among these humans.
Or we did.
He killed all the others.
And he killed her.
Who did? Who else? The monster.
Bartholomew.
Anything? Eh, a couple of dings.
A little EMF activity, but mostlysilence.
So, he's back in the veil.
I guess so.
Fumbling to break through.
I mean, you got to figure it took Bobby months to make contact.
Kevin's only He's new at this.
Right.
All right, you're up.
Kevin? Kevin.
All right, I can't do this.
Coffee-buzzing, bump-in-the-night crap.
I got serious things to say to you, okay? And I'm not gonna say them to this.
Kevin, I'm sorry.
You did not choose this life.
You busted your ass, you lost everything, everyone you've loved And your reward? Getting killed On my watch.
If I It was on me.
It was my fault, and And there's nothing I can do to make that right.
I am so sorry.
Hey, did you see that? The -- the lights were No, this is not happening.
Didn't spend months struggling to break through the veil just to get stuck listening to Dean Winchester having a self-pity session.
Didn't hear enough of those when I was alive.
Kevin? You can see me? Hey, take it easy, Kevin.
You might not hold this form for too long, okay? I-it takes a while.
Then we should talk fast.
Wait, wait, wait.
Why aren't you in -- in heaven? I mean, if anybody deserves an express pass to paradise -- I couldn't.
I can't.
No one can.
Heaven's closed for business.
Everyone who's died since the angels fell are just stuck inside the veil, waiting.
And it's bad in here.
Like DMV-line-times-infinity bad.
Well, I mean, what can we do? I need a favor -- big one.
Okay.
Find my mother.
Kevin.
Crowley only told you she was alive to mess with you.
I'm not going off his word.
All right? I have my own sources.
It's crowded in the veil.
All of us are stuck near the sites of our deaths.
But I've been able to pass messages spirit to spirit.
I made contact with another new arrival.
She said she saw my mom just a week ago, alive.
Okay, this -- this spirit that you're playing ghost telephone with, I mean, what do you even know about her? Her name's Candy.
Says she's in a forest in Wichita.
Candy? Long-distance communication within the veil -- it's not ideal.
That's why I need you to go there, summon her, see what else she knows.
You say you want to make it right? This is how.
Where did your friend go in such a hurry? You're too late.
He's gone.
Castiel? Our boss has been looking for you.
All right, that's the trestle.
Candy said her spirit was stuck nearby.
She died here? Yeah.
Dude, what got her? A bear? I'm still stuck on the fact that we're trying to summon a ghost named Candy.
You know, just 'cause Kevin said he heard his mom is alive doesn't mean she -- Hey, we at least owe it to the kid to try, right? What'd you bring? Well, she's only been dead a week, right? So I figured she could use as much help as she can get, so Really? Whatever works.
How much longer? You have someplace to be? His blade.
Standard security protocol.
Can't be too careful these days.
Hello, Bartholomew.
Castiel.
It has been too long.
You feel that? I think I felt a chill.
Yeah.
It's 'cause it's cold.
Crowley, it's Dean.
Call me when you get this.
Really, Dean? What? That's your third unanswered voicemail.
You ever think maybe he's just not that into you? Well, he is our last confirmed link to Ms.
Tran.
Yes, he is a flaming douche, but at least we know he's real, which is more than we can say for this Candy no-show.
Candy? Are -- are you there? Is that you, Candy? Hello? Hello? Madness, wasn't it? A puny force of 20 behind enemy lines, launching an incursion against Raphael and his loyalists.
It was a calculated risk.
I thought you'd gone insane, and I questioned your leadership, second-guessed every step of the campaign.
But you were my commander.
I held my tongue.
I followed orders.
Raphael fled.
Most of his loyalists, dead or captured.
Your gambit paid off.
YouWon.
We won.
Word of your victory spread.
You got called back to the garrison.
You became the great Castiel While I stayed behind, just a grunt.
You gained a reputation for yourself, as well.
The captives I left in your care, you tortured and killed them.
I was ordered to kill those captives.
You've been flying solo for so long, you've forgotten that's what angels do.
We follow orders.
Not you, though.
Not anymore.
That's right.
I give them.
At home and Something hit me There.
There.
There.
Stop.
Stop.
Stop.
Candy? in the box.
They put me in the box.
All of us in boxes, side by side.
Me, Jerome, Linda.
Linda's -- Ms.
Tran.
Candy, these boxes, where were they? I don't know.
They were cold.
Dark.
There -- there was a vent.
We could talk to one another.
Okay, and the walls, can you describe them? Bare.
Cement.
Except for the door.
That wasmetal, butlike, ridged.
Ridged? You mean like corrugated? Yeah! I tried to lift the door, but I couldn't.
Locked from the outside.
Like a storage unit? Maybe.
Candy, who was holding you there? Two men.
It was so dark in the box.
When they came, I could barely see.
The -- the first guy was British, I think.
Kind of short, loved hearing himself talk.
Crowley.
And what do they want? Said I was worth more alive than dead.
But he stopped coming.
Then it was just the other guy.
We thought with just him we'd try to escape.
I ran so hard, so far, but Candy? Candy, are you there? What about Ms.
Tran? Candy? I don't know.
Maybe she survived.
Maybe? That's not what you told her son.
I said she was alive.
I don't know what happened after.
For her sake, I hope she's dead.
No! No! No! No! No! Okay, there are three storage facilities nearby.
The closest one is about a mile up the road.
Oh, and I, uh -- I dug up some stuff on Candy.
Turns out she was the kept woman of a powerful Congressman.
Gossip blog said he worshiped the ground she walked on, literally.
He, uh -- foot fetish.
So, Crowley was holding the beloved tootsies of a powerful politician? And the beloved mother of a powerful Prophet.
Human leverage.
But why kill Candy? Well, you heard her.
Uh, she tried to make a break for it.
Maybe Crowley wanted to make an example.
No.
No.
The guy left in charge.
Crowley wanted the victims alive.
So, what, you want to give him a medal? I mean, Crowley's the one who put them in the cells in the first place.
Yeah, I know.
I'm just talking it out.
You know, working the case.
Businesslike.
Realizing they were more trouble than they were worth, we purged our human allies, then commandeered Boyle Ministries, Inc.
For our own use.
Buddy Boyle.
So, you killed him.
No.
We made him and his colleagues vessels.
At least those who didn't go "pop.
" You nervous, Castiel? Your followers want me dead.
I'm not entirely certain you don't, too.
If I wanted you dead, you'd be dead.
So, we're friends here? Yes.
And I'm free to go? Of course.
Though, I don't know why you would.
What's out there for you, Castiel? What do you really expect to accomplish on your own? You'll never find Metatron that way.
How'd you know about Metatron? I figured that's why you were pursuing Rebecca, engaging with her follower.
We have different methods, Cass, but we want the same thing -- to find Metatron and restore our kind to heaven.
Then why kill Rebecca and her followers? They're no threat to you.
Perhaps, but better to nip a fledgling faction in the bud than let it grow into a bigger threat down the road.
A drop of blood to save a gallon.
I don't agree.
I'm not asking you to.
I will outrace Malachi in the hunt for Metatron, and I will certainly outrace you on your own.
But if you can set aside your qualms about methods for one second, there's no reason the two of us can't take him down.
Together.
Let me guess -- black-rimmed hipster glasses just like the last place.
Nailed it.
Can I help you? Yeah, hi.
Agents Nicks and McVie.
Need to take a look at your, uh, rental records.
Uh, my manager's not here.
I really don't think I should -- Hey! The records, pal.
Yeah.
Barry! Bring out the rental binder! There you go, sir.
Hey.
Okay, check it out.
Corridor "Q.
" Three adjacent units separate from the others.
I mean, Candy said there were three hostages, right? Yeah.
Okay.
It's all leased by the same guy -- a D.
Webster.
D.
Webster? Wait.
As in, like, Daniel Webster? Well, I know a lame Crowley in-joke when I see one.
You guys say "D.
Webster"? Yeah.
Yeah, you -- you seen him? Uh, no, just I know his name from the records.
He's leasing another unit on the other side of the facility.
I could show you.
Yeah.
That'd be great.
All right, why don't you take corridor "Q"? I'll go with, uh, Del the funky homosapien.
Hmm.
Ms.
Tran! Ms.
Tran! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey, it's me.
It's Sam.
It's Sam.
Sam? Oh, my gosh.
Sam? We have to get out of here before it comes back.
Is Kevin with you? Oh! You sure this is the one leased by Webster? Yeah, this is it.
This isn't Crowley's unit.
What are these locations? Sightings of Metatron.
He's been on earth? Three times we know of so far.
That's the benefit of a massive ground operation.
Eyes and ears everywhere.
It's only a matter of time before we get an active location.
Why wait? With this kind of information, I'd lure him out.
I knew you'd be an asset.
No one's as motivated as you to take him down.
I've had my hands so full with the factions, it's distracted me from the real goal.
But with you by my side -- the new boss and the ultimate rebel working together -- think of the message that would send to would-be dissidents.
They'd finally understand that resistance is futile.
Think of the bloodshed we could avert What a united angelkind could accomplish in heaven Elsewhere.
Bart, what are you doing? What needs to be done.
I'm gonna torture the rebel, find out what he knows, then kill him.
And you're going to help.
Here we go.
All right.
Oh.
There's a -- there's an electrical line, leads to the control panel.
Okay, this might take a while.
We have to unplug the ground wire first.
If this is standard U.
S.
color coding, it should be the green one.
okay.
Helping Kevin with his engineering-club assignments, I picked up a thing or two.
I'm sure he insisted, but I trust you weren't foolish enough to bring Kevin along on this mission.
That you left him someplace safe? Of course.
Good.
Now all we have to do is get this door open, get the hell out of here, and you will bring me to my son.
Listen.
Ms.
Tran.
You will take me to my son.
Flashlight.
Flashlight! "Trust me," he says.
"You definitely want to be a part of this -- "a chance to get in on the ground floor of my operation, "a real learning experience.
Consider it a stepping stone, my lad -- like an internship.
" Should've known.
Internships suck.
So, you're the one.
You're the one who Crowley left in charge.
Yeah.
What a privilege.
Feeding the apes, hosing the floors, washing out the honey buckets, and for zero credit.
The boss, M.
I.
A.
Too important to show for work, to even return my calls.
And you know the worst part? I wasn't even allowed to kill anyone.
I was told to protect them.
I mean, how sick is that? Am I not a young, vital demon with basic demon needs and rights? And when I call Crowley to inform him that I've single-handedly caught the Winchesters, if he even answers my call, think I'll get a thank you? Ha! Yeah, you're right, kid.
He won't give you credit.
If anything, he'll be pissed.
What? Well, me and Crowley, we're -- we're tight now.
Thick as thieves.
Saw him just last month.
We, uh, had a grand ol' time.
So, that's where he's been.
Out partying with humans, with hunters?! While I languish here in this go-nowhere, no-kill joke of a job.
"Partying" is a bit of an exaggeration.
This job blows! I quit.
Tell me where they are.
I told you.
They're dead.
I'm the last.
Can't you see he's telling the truth? He's done.
Yes, I believe he is.
Now finish him off.
Bartholomew, it doesn't need to be like this.
Castiel, get your head out of the sand.
Do you know why they brought you back from the battlefield? The truth? Yes, I know the truth.
Our leaders wanted those captives killed, and they knew you'd stand in the way of their order.
Said you didn't have it in you.
That you couldn't do what needed to be done.
But I know different.
I know you've changed.
I'm not a murderer.
You weren't.
Not then.
But since then, you've slaughtered thousands of angels.
You killed Malachi's man for his Grace.
Who I was, what I did, that's not who I am.
No? Then who are you? I want to work with you, Castiel, but I need proof.
They need proof that they were wrong.
That you can do what has to be done.
This has to be done.
I was never free to leave.
My only choice was to obey or be killed.
Well, I choose.
I am truly sorry to hear that.
No! Aah! Do you know how long it's been since I've done this? I thank you for reminding me what I truly am.
As your refusal makes perfectly clear, you always thought you were better than me.
Shall we put your superiority to the test once and for all? No.
Angels fighting angels has to stop somewhere.
Might as well stop with me.
Fine.
Stand down! This is between me and the rebel.
To the victor.
Do it.
No.
What are you now? A penitent? I'm nothing.
You never did understand, Castiel.
There can be no peace without bloodshed.
Aah! Let me pass.
Do it.
Kill me.
No, we're saving you for someone else.
Crowley.
Much worse.
Do the honors, Ms.
Tran.
With pleasure.
Hey, lady.
I swear.
I was just following ord-- Take me to my son.
Kevin? You here? Kev? Well? We got her.
She's alive.
She's here.
But we wanted to give you a moment to You know, process.
Oh.
I, uh Does she know? Kevin? Hello, son.
Hey, Mom.
Oh.
So, this is, uh -- this is all of it.
You know, hunter's tools -- notebooks, papers, pencils, P.
S.
A.
T.
results.
Perfect score.
Way to go, kid.
This.
This is it.
His father's.
Mr.
Tran died when Kevin was a baby.
It's the only piece of his father Kevin ever had.
If Kevin's s-spirit is bound to some object here This is it.
Listen, Ms.
Tran.
There's a lot that we don't know about this heaven situation.
There are risks to taking Kevin home with you.
Now, spirits, the longer that they're in the veil, they have a way of Well, it doesn't end up well.
He's my son.
It's my job to keep him safe for as long as I can.
Sorry I created this chaos.
Sorry I couldn't do more to fix it.
You may have lost the war, Rebecca, but you tried a new way.
You have my respect for that.
I don't want to fight.
But if I have to, I will.
I didn't come to fight.
When I fell, I thought I had no choice, but yesterday, you've showed me that there is a choice.
And I choose you.
I'm sorry.
I'm no leader.
Yes, you are.
If you will have me, Castiel, I will follow you.
And I am not the only one.
She was held and tortured for a year because of me.
Now that I found her, I'm not letting her out of my sight.
She's my responsibility.
And you were ours.
And we failed you.
I -- Sam.
I know that wasn't you.
Go put a blade in that asshat who possessed you and we'll call it square.
Guys.
Thank you.
You can thank us when we get you to heaven where you belong.
Okay, until then, enjoy your time with your mom.
The, uh, uninterrupted, Dick.
Hey, before I go Will you guys promise me something? Yeah.
Anything.
Can you two Get over it? Dudes, just 'cause you couldn't see me doesn't mean I couldn't see you.
The drama, the fighting It's stupid.
My mom's taking home a ghost.
You two You're both still here.
Of course.
Promise.
Yeah.
Good.
Well, that was Yeah, okay.