CASTIEL: Metatron took my grace.
Angels, they're falling.
Miss me?
[GROANS]
Metatron, you're mortal now.
METATRON: Unh. - How do we get rid of the Mark?
I don't know.
- What about the tablets? - No. There's nothing in them about the Mark.
- Shoot him. - No. No. No, your grace. I'll take you to it.
- Anything about the Mark? - Yeah. I found this Book of the Damned.
- I'll go check it out. - Charlie, thank you.
Arrivederci, bitches.
Rowena.
Not possible.
Mark of Cain never lets its host die easy.
- What the hell are you doing here? - Saving my son.
Mother says that Mark is just a curse. Can be removed.
- I'm good. Thanks. - I don't buy that the Mark is terminal.
- There has to be a way, and we will find it. - Okay.
[PANTING]
[RUSTLING]
[GRUNTING AND GROANING]
[CHUCKLES]
Who the hell are you? And why are you following me?
Heh, I ain't following you. I'm following what you got in your bag there.
That don't belong to you, girl. Belongs to my family.
Yeah. Well, sorry, Gambit. Finders keepers.
[CHUCKLES]
It's beyond your understanding. Hell, you can't even read it.
Are you always so condescending when someones pointing a blade at you?
Now, you look here. You can cut me down...
...but my people will never stop.
And you can tiptoe through the tulips like you did in Russia.
Or you can stowaway on the back of a train like you did in Alaska.
But soon enough, my kin will find you. This ends with you dead.
[GRUNTING]
[SCREAMS]
[RUNNING FOOTSTEPS]
You can't run forever, little girl.
[UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYS OVER RADIO]
MAN [OVER RADIO]: Our flashback playback continues with a song...
...that climbed up to number four on the charts. Here's Alanis Morissette's "Ironic."
[TURNS RADIO OFF]
Really? That song is a classic.
Yeah, I hear you. I do.
And you're right.
Inclement weather on the day of your nuptials...
...and the wrong cutlery at inopportune times is hardly ironic.
But it sure is catchy.
Yeah. Fair point. Can't argue taste.
But, ugh, since I became human...
...it's just so strange.
All these feelings, you know?
I mean, I can feel music.
Like that last song, "Sussudio." I don't even know what it's about, and I love it.
I always enjoyed lyrics, words, stories.
It gives me goose bumps. And goose bumps, don't get me started on those.
Creepy.
And yet arousing.
[RINGS]
- Cass. - Can I just kill him now?
- You know I can hear you, right? - No. We need him alive.
For now. Look, after he gives you your grace back, you can do whatever you want with him.
- Well, I'd like to kill him slowly. - I am like two feet from you.
- Anything on the Mark of Cain? - Every word. Crystal clear.
No. I mean, I've been digging for something, for anything.
- But I don't know, Cass. - There is an answer out there.
We will find a cure for Dean.
Don't know why you'd wanna cure that little firecracker now. He's finally interesting... Oh!
CASTIEL: Well, just keep digging. - Yeah.
Yeah. No one here by that name. Sorry.
Sam?
Lose reception?
Or did he hang up on you?
[CHUCKLES]
He hung up on you, didn't he? Heh.
[GROANS]
I've been checking through everything again, double-checking and triple-checking.
- The Mark is a curse. - Yeah. Tell me about it.
No, Sam. It's, uh...
It's an actual curse.
What are you talking about?
Crowley told me.
Or rather, Rowena told him after she tried and failed to kill me.
What the hell happened?
The Mark protected me.
Rowena doesn't really have beef with me.
She was pissed at Crowley because she thinks he's going soft.
- She's not wrong. - Yeah, well...
...after he and mommy dearest got into a fight...
"Mommy dearest"?
Rowena's Crowley's mother.
More about that later.
So then he came and told me what she had said.
The Mark is an actual curse.
So anyway, I'm sorry. I probably should've told you that.
Yeah.
[CELL PHONE RINGS]
I got it.
- Winchester Accounting. How may I help you? CHARLIE: Dean?
Charlie? What's going on? Where are you?
I, uh... I'm exhausted, and I'm bleeding, and I'm in a phone booth. A phone booth.
I didn't think these existed outside of Bill and Ted's...
Okay. Hey, hey. Take a deep breath, kiddo. We're both sitting here.
- Tell me what happened. Why are you bleeding? - I, uh...
I got shot.
Did you know dental floss works great on stitches?
I only passed out twice.
And I'm pretty sure my wound is now minty-fresh.
Charlie, you probably need to go to a hospital.
No. No. I'm fine.
I just gotta get someplace safe. These guys are still after me.
What guys? Who?
Some southern-fried D-bags.
They've been after me since I dug up the Book of the Damned.
You found it? Where?
After some near misses and some broken-into museums...
...I found some historical documents that lead to monastery in Spain.
It burned down years ago. Left for dead. But I have this hunch about it.
Turned out I was right.
Charlie, what does it say about the Mark?
I have no fracking idea.
The language it's written in, I've never seen anything like it.
I found some research notes in the monastery crypt, though, by the friar that buried it.
The Book of the Damned is a spell book for creating or undoing...
...any kind of damnation there is.
We translate this thing...
...I think we can get the Mark of Cain off you, Dean.
Charlie, you're a genius.
A genius fugitive. I...
These dudes following me, they are well-trained.
- One of them keeps talking about his family. - Family? Get a name?
No clue. I spotted a tattoo on one of them.
Might be a family crest? Seemed occult-y.
Soon as the book was out of the ground they were all over me.
I, uh...
I don't know how much more running I got left.
They're tracking the book somehow.
Then we need to get you off the grid, Charlie. Where are you now?
Uh, just south of Des Maine-s.
Uh. Okay. Our friend Bobby has a whole bunch of cabins scattered all around.
Places for hunters to crash. There's gear, lore books. To keep you busy until we get there.
Okay. Bring snacks. And every Men of Letters decoder ring there is.
This book is old and scary, and I've never seen anything like it.
Hey. Check it out. I found this in the storage room.
It's lead-lined and warded.
If those guys are tracking this book, pretty sure this bad boy will take it off the radar.
Ready?
[THIN LIZZY'S "THE BOYS ARE BACK IN TOWN" PLAYING OVER RADIO]
[CHUCKLES]
What?
Nothing.
[TURNS RADIO OFF]
Nothing. I just haven't seen you like this in a while. That's all.
- It's a good song, man. Shut up. - Yeah. It's...
Look, man. It has been one crap sandwich after another the past few weeks. You heard Charlie.
We got a shot at fixing this. If that don't put gas in your tank...
If my "shot," you mean a spell in a book we can't read, that's being tracked...
We're due for a win, okay? O for 2.
I'll tell you another thing. If this actually does work...
...we're gonna take some time off.
- What, like a vacation? - Mm-hm.
And I'm not talking just a weekend in Vegas.
Or sitting in some crap motel watching pay-per-porn.
No. I'm talking about a beach.
Drinking cervezas. Go for a swim.
Mingle with the local wildlife.
When was the last time either one of us was on a beach?
- Never. - Never.
Sand between our toes, Sammy.
Sand between our toes.
[OVER RADIO] ...back today?
Those wild-eyed boys that had been away
Haven't changed, haven't much to say
But man, I still think them cats are great The boys are back in town
Mm. Oh-Em-Me.
Oh.
Food.
Glorious food. Mm.
All the countless descriptions in so many books.
But those are just words.
Oh.
The taste.
The...
The actual taste.
I had no idea. Oh.
And the process?
Goes in here...
...comes out here.
Sorcery.
I mean, you used to be human. Don't you miss all this?
No. I don't miss digestion. I don't miss indigestion...
No, not that. I mean, don't you miss the feeling of all of this?
Like the taste of these waffles.
The sound of a child's laughter.
Look at us.
We're a couple angels who've touched not only the divine, but the mundane.
- You and I have a lot in common. - Don't.
What?
I thought we were having a moment. Can't we be besties?
No. Because you killed my friend.
Oh, pfft, Dean is fine, mostly.
Can't you get past that?
Never.
Now, we've hit three of your so-called safe houses, and all of them are empty.
So, either you've lost my grace, or you're stalling.
Can you blame me?
The minute I hand over your grace, I'm dead.
You have made your bed, Metatron, and nothing is going to get you out of it.
[STOMACH RUMBLING]
- What are you doing? - I think I need to use the little boy's room.
Little help?
[GROANS]
Oh, quick.
SAM: Charlie? - Merry Christmas.
Hey.
- Were you followed? - No. No.
- How you feeling? - Um...
I may have just passed out, but better, heh.
- Where's the book'? - Okay. Here's what I've learned so far.
About 700 years ago, a nun locked herself away after having visions of darkness.
After a few decades squirreled away by herself, she emerged with this.
Each page is made out of slices of her own skin, written in her blood.
I told you. It's eek-ish.
According to the notes I found, it's been owned and used by...
...cults, covens, even the Vatican had it for a while.
There's a spell inside that thing for everything.
We're talking some black-mass, dark-magic, end-of-times nastiness.
As far as the language it's written in, I'm thinking it's some kind of...
SAM: Dean.
- Dean. - What?
I don't think it's a good idea that I touch this.
- I'll go get the rest of our crap. SAM: Right.
[DOOR CLOSES]
What the hell was that?
He's not getting better. He's trying to cover, but...
We need to find that cure fast.
Sorry about the mess. I guess I'm lactose intolerant.
Let's never speak of it again.
Metatron and Castiel, heh-heh-heh.
This really must be my lucky day.
Two birds, one blade.
- Who are you? - Just a cupid.
- Just an angry, angry cupid. - I understand you're upset.
You both corrupted heaven.
It's never gonna be the same.
[GRUNTING AND GROANING]
[SCREAMS]
[CASTIEL PANTS]
I owed you that one anyway.
This changes nothing.
You're welcome.
Okay. I got a pretty good look at his tattoo. It's something like this.
The douche clan. Got it.
This is everything Men of Letters had on occult families, so should be something in here.
CHARLIE: Sam, got anything?
Maybe, yeah. It's all in an obscure Sumerian dialect.
- I found a rough match for it in this book. - Great.
I thought so too, but I've been translating.
But none of the translated words make any sense. It's all just gibberish.
I mean, maybe it's in a different dialect?
No, no, no, you're right, but I think...
I think. this is in code.
An entire book of unreadable text that's also in code. Great. Ah.
And you call yourselves nerds.
Come on. You got this.
He's right. Let's get our Alan Turing on. Decrypt this bitch.
You know what, Charlie? Why-f? Um...
Why don'! we stick with my notes for a little bit? This book is literally making my eyes hurt.
- What is it? - Shh.
Damn...
[SIGHS]
She found a way to hide the book.
It was here.
It was on this road.
She was on this road. Heh-heh.
Send the boys up and down the way. See if anybody saw her.
CASTIEL: Come on. You expect me to believe that you hid my grace in a library?
METATRON: Nobody goes to libraries anymore. It's the safest place in the world.
I can feel my grace.
It's here, and you've hidden it somehow.
- Where is it? - Honestly, I have no idea.
[GROANING]
Where is it?
Ow! Uhn! I don't know, I swear. I had another angel hide it, even from me.
[METATRON SCREAMS]
You know, in case someone tries to torture the information out of me.
Case in point.
- Unh. - Where is my grace?
Ah, I told the angel...
...to hide some clues in some of my favorite books.
Mother, may I?
"What is the maddest thing a man can do?"
It's a riddle'? What's the answer?
Beats me. I've only been a man a day.
Um, the answer to the riddle will lead to another book.
And inside that book...
...you'll find your grace.
We're gonna work this out together. Okay? Teamwork.
Okay, even the Bletchley Circle couldn't crack this thing.
I've tried every cryptographic algorithm there is. Goose egg.
Well, maybe that's not such a bad thing.
Those people following you, hmm...
...all kinds of wrong, talking mum-generational, centuries-old wrong.
The Styne family.
Men of Letters' files have them dated back to the early 1800s.
They used spells to create disease, to destabilize markets.
Hell, they even helped the Nazis before they came into power.
And they profited from all of it.
Yeah.
- So they're like the supernatural DuPonts? - Basically.
All the spells they used came from a book of unspeakable evil.
Which they lost near 100 years ago.
Okay, so they're bad. So what? We've faced worse.
Sam, read the file.
The way the book works is, when you use it, there is a negative reaction.
I'm talking biblical negative.
Dark magic always comes with a price. We know that. We've been down that road.
- Let's at least translate it, see what it says... - You guys don't understand.
That book's been calling to me since I laid eyes on it. Calling the Mark.
I can hear it like it's alive. It wants me to use it, but not for good.
Look, I wanted it to be the answer too, okay? I really did.
We have got to get rid of that. Burn it. Bury it. We'll have to find another way to fix the Mark.
Like what?
I don't know.
- So, you're giving up? - No, I'm not giving up.
Charlie, I don't have a death wish. Okay?
Even if I did, I can't die. Not with this thing on my arm.
But what I can do is I can fight it as long as I can until...
Until what?
Tell me. Until what, Dean?
Until I watch you become a demon again? Until then?
I can't do that. I won't do that.
Well, then, you'll just have to lock me up. Bind me to the bunker like you did last time.
That doesn't solve anything.
SAM: Look, just let us translate the book, okay?
If there's a cure, we'll do it and deal with the consequences later.
I can't lose you.
- Really? - Yeah, really.
You change your mind? That's not what you said last time.
You know I didn't mean...
This is my cross to bear, Sam. Mine.
And that book is not the answer.
Now, we gotta destroy it before it falls into the wrong hands, and that includes me.
I'm gonna go for a drive. Charlie, we forgot to pick up your snacks.
- Dean, look... - We'll figure out another way.
And, Sam? I'll get my vacation.
But not today.
Not like this.
[DOOR CLOSES]
Sam...
...maybe he's right... - No.
There's a way to fix. There has to be.
You know, we really do make a good team.
Kind of like a buddy comedy without the comedy.
- Or the buddies. - Now, come on.
Back at the diner, that was some pretty awesome dynamic-duo action.
What we did back there was unfortunate.
No more of our brothers and sisters should die.
"Brothers and sisters"?
[CHUCKLES]
Listen to you.
Still spitting out the company line like anyone cares, heh.
Like we're actually a family.
When what we really are are a bunch of glowing lights...
...filled with self-loathing or delusions of grandeur.
- Or both. - You shut up.
No. If I'm gonna die, I want answers.
Like who are you now?
You're obviously not an angel of the Lord.
And what about all of this walking the Earth like Cains from Kung Fur crap?
Cleaning up heaven's messes.
How many more rogue angels are there out there?
And what are you gonna do once you're done with all that?
Go back to heaven? Please.
The angel formally known as Hannah has restored order up top.
Smoothest it's run since God cut the ribbon on the pearly gates.
So tell me, Castiel...
...truly, what is your mission now?
You shut up and keep looking.
Well, uh...
...cannot say...
...I didn't try.
[CASTIEL GROANING]
[COUGHING]
Poor, Castiel.
Swam so far just to drown in shallow waters.
Isn't it ironic?
Don't you think?
Pfft.
What did Dean mean when he said you changed your mind?
[SCOFFS]
So a while back, we had a chance to, um, close the gates of hell.
And in order to do that, I would've had to die.
I was okay with that, and I am okay with that, but Dean was not.
And so he, uh...
He saved you.
Yeah, he saved me.
And let me guess.
In doing so, he did something you didn't want, and that pissed you off...
...and you said something that hurt him?
[CHUCKLES]
Yeah, that sounds about right.
Brothers.
You know...
...I haven't been a hunter for very long...
...but it feels like this is the life.
Mostly ends in "Sophie's choices," death or tears.
Usually all the above, huh?
[CHUCKLES]
How does this become my life? I was gonna own my own start-up, marry ScarJo...
...invent something cool.
Now I'm just...
I'm just happy to be alive.
You know, when Dean came to get me at school...
...I told myself:
"One last job." You know? "One more job."
And...
And then when I, um...
When I lost Jess, I again told myself, "One more job."
It was always one more job, you know? And one more job, and one more job.
And then I was gonna go back to law and to my life.
You were the Dread Pirate Roberts of hunting.
[CHUCKLES]
Yeah.
I guess I really understand now that...
...this is my life.
I love it.
But I can't do it...
...without my brother. I don't wanna do it without my brother.
And if he's gone, then I don't...
I get it. I do.
METATRON: All right.
First things first.
Find what I really came here for.
[CASTIEL GROANING]
"What two things do you need to succeed in life?" Heh.
- Ignorance and confidence. - They're quotes.
So, uh, did you and Samateur hour...
...really think I wouldn't have a backup plan?
[CHUCKLES]
Hello, demon tablet.
[COUGHING]
[GRUNTS]
The places I'll go with this...
...and your grace.
[GRUNTS]
Well, one out of two ain't bad.
Whats the maddest thing a man can do?
Let himself die.
God just don't build to last, does he?
- Afternoon, sir. - Howdy.
- There we go. - That be it for you'?
Yeah. That's it.
Okay then. That'll be 15.75.
You heading home, or you just passing through?
Just passing through.
Must get awful lonely out here all by yourself.
Oh, I get by.
Don't move.
Hands where I can see them.
Don't you want your change?
[GRUNTING]
Now...
...who might you be?
Well, hello there.
Where'd a back-road nothing like you get their hands on that?
What's it to you, Mr. Styne?
[SCOFFS]
My friends call me Jacob.
Well, I ain't your friend.
[CHUCKLES]
These wouldn't happen to be treats for a red-headed little gal, now would they?
Y'all hid the book, didn't you?
Lead-lined little number, I'm betting.
I don't know what the hell you're talking about.
You don't?
See, that man back there...
...he said the same thing as the others at truck stops and gas stations...
...up and down the way. Nobody had seen that red-headed girl.
And then a man bearing that mark...
...comes in here...
...! o me.
Heh. Well, there's coincidence, and then there's just providence.
You see, the Book of the Damned, it wants to be found.
It wants to come home.
Let me guess.
You wanna use it to get that gift off your arm, don't you?
Power is wasted on the weak.
Now, the book...
...can remove that mark.
But you mess around with that...
...you're gonna do far more harm than good.
So why don't you do the right thing here, boy, and tell me where that book is.
[MUMBLES]
[MUMBLES AND THEN CHUCKLES]
One more time. I didn't hear you.
I said...
[GRUNTING]
- What's going on? - The Stynes. They found me.
- Those douches are all jacked up. - What're you talking about?
I emptied a clip into one of them before the bitch went down.
What're you doing with the holy oil?
There is a cure for the Mark in the book.
But it comes at a price.
We gotta destroy it.
- Are you sure about this? - It's calling to me, Sam.
Okay. I can hear it. It's calling to the Mark. It wants me to take the book and run.
[CREAKING]
Burn it now.
Sam, burn it. Now.
[GRUNTING]
You silly boy.
[PANTING]
I was foolish. Selfish.
I should've just killed him.
- Who knows what he'll do with that tablet. - You know what, Cass?
You got your grace back.
You're back.
You did the right thing.
That book needed to be destroyed.
We will find another way, Sam.
We're back, bitches.
Whoa, is that who I think it is?
Charlie, Cass. Cass, Charlie.
I thought you'd be shorter.
I'm gonna get these to the fridge.
- Heard you got your mojo back. - Yes, my grace, it's been restored.
So can't you just...
...you know, cure Dean?
Unfortunately, it's not that simple.
Never is, is it?
Do you think you could do anything about my carpal tunnel? Heh.
- Is that it? - Your carpal tunnel...
...and your bullet wound are now healed.
You may wanna continue wearing your wrist brace at night though.
Did we just become best friends?
[DOOR OPENS]
Hey, look who decided to show.
[DEAN CHUCKLES]
So?
You back?
Hundred percent?
How did that happen?
Um, it was Hannah.
She managed to get the location of the remainder of my grace out of Metatron.
Awesome.
I told you we were due for a win.
Good to have you back, pal.
[INAUDIBLE DIALOGUE]
SAM: I don't trust you.
And...
...I never will.
But I need help.
And this is right in your wheelhouse.
Sam, burn it. Now.
You silly boy.
My family will never stop looking for that book.
I need the Mark of Cain off of my brother.
And something tells me...
...you can crack this book...
...and find that cure.
The only question is...
...will you help me?
Shall we discuss terms?
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