Supernatural s10e03 Episode Script

Open your eyes, Dean.
Let's go take a howl at that moon.
Heaven needs your help.
Anything.
Daniel and Adina - they must be found.
They must be brought home, and they must be punished for the sake of all.
Think of it - the King of Hell, Dean Winchester by his side.
Together, we rule.
Together, we create the perfect hell.
And all of this that's bloomed between us never ends.
Hey! don't turn your back on me! - What do you think you're doing? - Oh, whatever I want.
You're here for Dean.
I'm here to give him to you.
The little prat's bad for business.
He's uncontrollable.
Must be the Mark.
Your pal Crowley sold you out.
We know how to cure demons.
You remember that? Little Latin, lot of blood.
So, what are you gonna do? Are you gonna kill me? You are my brother, and I'm here to take you home.
You really think those are gonna work? Stop! It's over! It's over, Dean.
Hunc sanguinem sacro, et donantibus sanguinem, debita dimitto.
D- dolorem remitteat, et voluntati dei serviat.
Doctor.
Father.
Really? For whatever it's worth, I got your blood type.
Sam, I know you think you're gonna try and fix me, but did it ever occur to you that maybe I don't want to be fixed? Just let me go live my life.
I won't bother you.
What do you care? What do I care? Ritum sacrum Hanc terram consecro.
You think I'm just gonna sit here like Crowley, getting all weepy while you shoot me up? Well, screw that.
I don't want this.
Yeah, I pretty much figured that out.
You don't even know if this is gonna work, do you? You know, I got a hell of a lot more running through me than just demon juice.
Mark of Cain - got it.
That's right.
Buckle up.
Sammy You know I hate shots.
I hate demons.
Look, we got a whole bunch more of these to go.
You could make it a lot easier on yourself.
How are you holding up? Fine.
You say you're fine, but you don't look fine.
It's what the humans do.
They say they're fine, and even if I-I don't look it, you say I look well, and in that way, we avoid talking about something we can do nothing about.
I'm sorry.
I just can't see how Sam Winchester could ask you to drive all this way to help with his brother, knowing your condition.
He doesn't know about how badly your borrowed Grace is fading, does he? Mm.
He knows some.
And he didn't have to ask.
Sam is alone in this.
He's attempting to change Dean from demon to human with a cure of sanctified blood, but there's no guarantee that will work.
If it doesn't, then Dean is gone, and the demon must be dealt with.
I just I worry about you.
For all you know, you could be killing me.
Or You're just messing with me.
Either way, the lore doesn't say anything about exceptions to the cure.
“The Lore.
” hunters Men of Letters.
What a load of crap it all is.
Oh, you got nothin'? You want me to debate you? This isn't even the real you I'm talking to.
Oh, it's the real me, all right.
The new real me - the me that sees things for what they really are.
Winchesters - do-gooders - fighting the natural order.
Let me tell you something - guys like me, we are the natural order.
It's the way it was set up.
Guys like me still got to do what we can.
don't be so full of yourself, Sammy.
'Cause, see, from where I'm sitting, there ain't much difference from what I turned into to what you already are.
And what exactly is that supposed to mean? I know what you did when you went looking for me.
I know how far you went.
Crowley told me all about it.
So, let me ask you which one of us is really a monster? Hmm? Starting to come back to you now? What am I supposed to do now? It's like my life is over.
Thank you.
Bitch.
I should've seen it coming.
Why doesn't anything ever work out for me? Huh? Hey, there.
Hi.
Sounds like, uh Things have been a little rough on you lately, huh? Rough? My wife kicked me to the curb.
Oh.
We haven't had sex for four months.
Four.
Well, not that - not that she hasn't been having plenty With a guy in her bowling league - guy with tattoos.
Did him right there on the kitchen table while I was at work.
Man.
That's, uh That's cold.
Now all I think of is revenge Payback.
But that's not gonna happen.
I wouldn't be so sure about that.
It is possible that you can have your revenge.
I mean, hell, it's possible you can have pretty much anything you want.
You were trying to get a 20 on Crowley and me from any demon you could snag.
But Crowley didn't want to be found, and no one showed when you summoned.
But you find a way, didn't you, Sam? All right.
Stand right here.
When I say so, read the words off the paper.
A- are you sure about this? Yeah.
Trust me.
All right.
Go ahead.
Okay, um Demon esto subiectus voluntari - tati! Voluntati! Oh - voluntati.
Who summons me, and for what purpose? Kill my wife Lester! and my soul is yours.
Don't! Done.
No! You would have liked to have gotten there before the deal went down, but you didn't really care about poor ol' Lester, did you? Why don't we try that again? Nobody knows where Crowley and your brother are.
They're off the radar! Aah! Kill me if you want to! That's all I know.
I got nothing for you.
And you made that poor son of a bitch sell his soul.
Oh, and so you know, I killed Lester myself.
And that wife of his married the tattooed guy.
I never meant - Who cares what you meant?! That line that we thought was so clear between us and the things that we hunted ain't so clear, is it? Wow.
You might actually be worse than me.
I mean, you took a guy at his lowest, used him, and it cost him his life and his soul.
Nice work.
Aah! Let me ask you this, Sammy.
If this doesn't work We both know what you got to do to me, right? You got the stomach for that, Sam?! You stand accused of high treason.
Take her away.
So, what's this, then? Oh, goody - something else to sign.
“Henceforth and forthwith “For the furtherance and expedience and regulation and ” yeah.
Sure.
Majesty, supplicants await without.
Without what? Outside.
Let them wait.
They've waited a long time.
It's Hell.
You wait.
It's what you do.
You're still here.
I have an update on the angel Castiel.
His Grace seems to be fading.
He's losing strength.
If one were so inclined, this would be a propitious time for one to eliminate him.
“One”? You, sire.
Borrowed Grace does have a puny shelf life.
Castiel should have read the warning label.
Follow him.
And keep me informed as to his decline.
What's going on here? What's it look like? In my bed?! Jerk.
Bitch.
Knock it down.
Knock it down! Stop talking! You're bodging it! Yeah! The King of Hell, Dean Winchester by his side.
Together, we rule.
Together, we create the perfect Hell.
Great one? Your majesty? Are you all right? I was thinking of better days.
Yes - your sabbatical.
My what? Uh, we were worried, of course.
Your misadventure with the older Winchester was quite the topic of speculation.
Uh, if you'll forgive my boldness I could now be your wingman.
Could you? I, too, love to party, and I do love the ladies and the classic rock 'n' roll.
Most importantly, I can debauch by your side without being a personal embarrassment.
You'll see what I'm worth.
Oh, I can see already.
Anyone else care to comment? Sorry.
I missed another turn.
I have no idea where the main road is.
These things - they're so confining and primitive.
It's - it's getting worse, isn't it? Castiel, it's time we stopped avoiding the obvious.
You and I both know how to fix this - both you and the situation.
I will not slit some angel's throat and steal its Grace.
Before you say it, we definitely are not going begging to Metatron.
What about helping your friend and sending the rogue angels back to heaven? Your preference to die for your principles - it's very noble, but it is meaningless.
Then you carry on.
I'm not enough.
Sometimes, enough is whatever you have.
Sam? Cass.
Hey, are you still coming? I'm a few hours away.
Is the treatment working? No, not very well.
Look, I-it's not like it was with Crowley.
Dean's in pain.
I mean, he's in bad pain.
I- it's like he's barely holding on.
Cass I might be killing him.
It might be.
So What? Should I stop? And do what? He's not possessed.
Exorcism is out of the question.
The ritual of purified blood is the only treatment I know.
Cass, did you not hear what I just said? I could be killing my brother.
Sam, he's not your brother - at least not now.
You have to be prepared for - Killing my brother.
I'll be there as soon as I can.
Yeah, all right.
I'll, uh, I'll leave the entry unlocked for you.
Just hurry.
Hey! Hey! Dean! Come on! - Come back.
- No.
Come back to me.
You there? Hey! Dean, you okay? Yeah, if you Consider drowning in your own sweat while your blood boils okay.
Look, I can't stop doing this.
Sure you can.
You just stop.
There's no point in trying to bring your brother back now.
Oh, I will bring him back.
In fact, your, uh, guilt-ridden, weight-of-the-world bro has been M.
I.
A.
for quite some time now.
But I'm loving the new model - lean, mean Dean.
Right.
You notice I tried to get as far away from you as possible? Away from your whining, your complaining.
I chose the King of Hell over you.
Maybe I was just tired of babysitting you or always having to yank your lame ass out of the fire since forever.
Or maybe - maybe it was the fact that my mother would still be alive if it wasn't for you.
That your very existence sucked the life out of my life.
This isn't my brother talking.
You never had a brother - just an excuse for not manning up.
But guess what.
I quit.
No.
No, you don't.
You don't get to quit.
We don't get to quit in this family.
This family is all we have ever had! Well, then, we got nothin'.
Would you say that to dad? Dad? Oh, there's a prize.
Here's a man who brainwashed us into wasting our lives fighting his losing battle.
Oh.
Ooh.
Is this you manning up? This is me yanking your lame ass out of the fire.
You're welcome.
You have coerced others into aligning with Abaddon.
You've spread rumors and fostered doubt as to the competence and authority of the crown.
Guilty of treason.
The sentence is death.
Anyone else hungry to betray me? Next.
You're guilty of something, which I won't tolerate, whatever it was.
You are condemned to - Stop! Stop! Stop? You cannot do this.
Weren't you watching? 'Course I can.
I just did.
This is your idea of ruling? Yes.
We've killed and tortured for you, stolen souls, destroyed lives, tempted and tormented with distinction.
And for all this, what's our reward? A slap in the face.
What is it? You disappear, binge on blood, approach the edge of becoming human.
And the salt in the wound - you run off with your boy toy, Dean Winchester, and now he's running amok, and you can't control him or the kingdom.
What's he doing? You've squandered our loyalty.
What will you do? Not live in the Hell you've made.
It's holy oil! Get back! Get back! Gaaaaaaaaah! Did not see that coming.
Huh.
Um, Hannah.
You know, this - this road we're on, it's - it's dangerous.
All right.
Um We can't afford to lose our way.
I know that.
I'm sorry about the map.
No detours of any kind.
Castiel, if these are metaphors and you're attempting another human communication, it isn't working.
I'm just trying to say that this mission is everything.
I know that.
Getting to Dean and hunting these rogues - I - I'm not at full capacity, so I We n-need total focus.
Like a laser.
Got it.
Just - I've been around humans for long enough to see how easily distractions occur.
“Distractions.
” Emotions feelings - they're dangerous temptations.
How very biblical, Castiel.
I don't mean to be unkind.
You don't need to be kind.
I just I'm trying to keep our priorities clear.
Not to worry, then.
I am very clear on my priorities.
And yours.
Hello? Hey, there.
I've been tracking you for days.
You will be punished for what you did.
Daniel's death - that was unintentional, Adina.
I feel you know this.
Unintentional? You killed him! Aah! Seriously? Just kill me.
But let her go.
Stop.
“stop.
” “kill me.
” I mean, so many suggestions, I don't know what to do.
I know - I will kill you, Castiel, but very, very slowly so your - your honeybunch can watch.
Sound good? Hey, champ.
Look at you.
Talk about roadkill.
Attagirl, Hannah.
Suffer.
Just like my Daniel suffered before you killed him.
Daniel's death isn't on my head.
It's on yours.
We did nothing.
We wanted nothing but to be left alone.
You killed an angel.
You had to answer for it.
An angel who would have hauled us back to that heaven of yours.
You should have left us alone.
And that will do.
Why can't you people just sit on clouds and play harps, like you're supposed to? Come on, Sam! don't you want to hang out with your big brother? Spend a little quality time? Don't be an idiot.
Yes, it's hers, but she was killing your girlfriend.
Your hands are clean.
Much as it pains me to say this, you're useless to me dead.
You owe me.
Why did you help me? Purely business.
Since you're 5 miles away from the Winchesters' clubhouse, I can only surmise that you're headed there and that Dean has become a handful.
Having him as a demon has caused me nothing but grief.
Fix the problem.
You realize - worse comes to worst, that means killing him.
I'm not sentimental.
Smart, Sam.
Locking the place down.
Doors won't open.
I get it.
But here's the thing.
I don't want to leave.
Not till I find you.
Sammy! You're just making this worse for yourself, man! Oh, by the way, you can, uh blame yourself for me getting loose.
All that blood you pumped into me to make me human - well The less demon I was, the less the cuffs worked.
And that Devil's Trap - well, I just walked right across it.
It smarted.
But still Yeah, that's more like it.
That's your big move? Listen to me, Dean! We were getting close, okay? I know you're still in there somewhere.
Just let me finish the treatments.
Dean? You act like I want to be cured.
Personally, I like the disease.
Dean! Stop that! Look, I don't want to use this Blade on you! Oh! That sucks for you, doesn't it? 'Cause you really mean that.
Look, if you come out of that room, I won't have a choice! Sure you will! And I know which one you'll make.
Isn't that right, Sammy? But, see Here's the thing.
I'm lucky.
Oh, hell, I'm blessed.
'Cause there's just enough demon left in me that killing you ain't no choice at all.
Sammy? Come on, Sammy! Let's have a beer, talk about it.
I'm tired of playing.
Let's finish this game! Well Look at you.
Do it.
It's all you.
It's over.
Dean, it's over.
Aaaaah! It's over.
What the hell are we doing to him, Cass? I mean, even after I gave him all that blood, he still said he didn't want to be cured, that he didn't want to be human.
Well I see his point.
You know, only humans can feel real joy, but also such profound pain.
This is easier.
You look worried, fellas.
Welcome back, Dean.
Hey.
How's he doing? He's, uh He's still a little out of it, but better, I think.
I mean, I think this whole thing - the blood cure and the All of it - really wrecked him, you know? Yeah.
On the plus side, he's hungry again, so I'm just gonna go pick him up a big ol' bag of crap food and stuff it in his face myself.
You mind keeping an eye? Yeah.
Sam? Yeah? You realize - one problem is solved, but one still remains.
Dean is no longer a demon.
That's true.
But the Mark of Cain - that, he still has, and sooner or later, that's gonna be an issue.
You know what, Cass? I'm beat, man.
One battle at a time, you know? So I'm just gonna go grab my brother some cholesterol.
And then I'm gonna get drunk.
Yeah.
You look terrible.
You know, it wouldn't kill you to lie every now and again.
No, it wouldn't kill me.
I just you - Forget it.
Well, you, on the other hand, you Looking good.
So are you back? At least temporarily.
Yeah, it's a long story - Crowley, stolen Grace.
There's a female outside in the car.
Another time.
Well, thank you for, um Stepping in when you did.
What does Sam say? Does he want a divorce? I'm sure Sam knows that whatever you said or what you did, that wasn't really you.
It certainly wasn't all you.
I tried to kill him, Cass.
Dean, you two have been through so much.
Look, you're brothers.
It'd take a lot more than trying to kill Sam with a hammer to make him want to walk away.
You realize how screwed up our lives are that that even makes sense? I'm glad you're here, man.
Hey, maybe you should, um take some time before you get back to work - allow yourself to heal.
It's, uh I don't know.
Timing might be right.
Heaven and Hell - they seem reasonably back in order.
It's quiet out there.