08x02 - What's Up, Tiger Mommy?

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8.02 What's Up, Tiger Mommy?

Air Date: 10 October 2012

NOW

EXT. DOWNTOWN CHICAGO – DAY

Chicago, Illinois

INT. BANK – DAY

A Woman bank employee is leading a man towards the safety deposit vaults.

Woman: So sorry to have kept you waiting, Mr. Vili. It's just...it's been so long since you checked in with us. We had to dig through our archives.

MR VILI

Don't worry about me, dear. I've got plenty of time.

Woman: Which box is it again?

MR VILI

One.

Woman: I'm... sorry. Did you say one, as in box number one?

MR VILI

If memory serves.

The Woman unlocks a safety deposit box and carries it to a table.

Woman: During our last renovation, we had to replace the safe boxes, and we put yours inside a new one.

MR VILI

Ah...

MR VILI lifts his box out of the one the Woman opened. He unlocks it and smiles. The Woman gasps. MR VILI lifts a bone, which shines with light for a moment, out of the box.

Woman: I'm...sorry, sir, but... is that a bone?

MR VILI

Not just any bone, my dear. An extremely valuable one.

Woman: Well, I'm happy we were able to keep it safe for you all these years.

MR VILI

Hmm.

Woman: Is there anything else I can help you with today?

MR VILI

Why, yes, now that I think about it. I'd like to make a withdrawal.

The Woman screams. Blood splatters the wall lined with safety deposit boxes.

SUPERNATURAL

ACT ONE

EXT. RESTAURANT – DAY

Dean is eating a hamburger at an outdoor table.

Dean: [mouth full]Are you kidding me? You're kidding me.

KEVIN

What? Is it too much to ask if we can swing by and check on my mom?

Dean: "Swing by?" It's a day's drive in the opposite direction. You know that, right?

KEVIN

Yes. I understand we're in a hurry.

Dean: Okay, well, then, what's the problem?

KEVIN

Channing's broken neck is my problem! As in I'd rather not see my mom twisted into a corkscrew.

Sam: Kid's got a point, Dean.

Dean: Stay out of this. [Sam smiles.]Kevin, your mom is fine.

A waitress brings more food.

KEVIN

How can you possibly know that?

Dean: Because Crowley needs her to be, okay? In fact, he's probably got the place stacked with bodyguards right now, protecting her so that when you do show up, they'll pounce on you both.

KEVIN

Is that supposed to make me feel better?

Dean: She's bait, man, plain and simple. And you want to swim right up and bite the hook? Look, we have got Crowley by the short and curlies, okay? All we need to do is find the tablet, whip up the spell, and – boom! – sunshine and sandy beaches.

KEVIN

Dean, my mom's all alone. She's surrounded by demons. Can you really not understand why I want to make sure she's okay?

Dean looks at Sam, who shrugs.

Dean: Son of a bitch. [He puts down his hamburger and throws his hands in the air.]Fine. Let's go.

EXT. ROAD – DAY

The Impala drives down a road.

EXT. TOWN STREET – DAY

Neighbor, Michigan

The Impala is parked across the street from a blue house. Dean, Sam and KEVIN are all looking at the house, Sam through binoculars.

Sam: Tiger mom, 9 o'clock.

KEVIN grabs the binoculars from Sam.

KEVIN

Where?

Sam: Left window.

Mrs TRAN can be seen at the window.

KEVIN

She seems okay. Sad... but okay.

Dean: Check out the mailman.

KEVIN looks through the binoculars at a MAILMAN putting letters into the mailbox.

KEVIN

Yeah, that's Carl. So what?

Dean: Yeah, well, Carl's filled your mom's mailbox three times since we've been sitting here.

KEVIN

He's a demon?

Dean: And see the gardener? [A GARDENER is watering plants in front of the house.]Think that plant needs any more water? [Water is running onto a path and down stairs in front of the house.]

CUT TO: The GARDENER is still watering plants with a hose. The water stops flowing and he walks around the side of the house to investigate. Dean stabs him with Ruby's demon-k*lling Kn*fe. The GARDENER screams and falls down dead.

CUT TO: The MAILMAN is walking along the street in front of the house when he hears a noise from near the house. His eyes turn black as he goes to investigate. He walks through the unlatched gate to the back yard and finds Dean standing there. Dean waves as Sam steps out from behind the gate and stabs the MAILMAN with the Kn*fe. The MAILMAN drops to the ground dead.

INT. TRAN RESIDENCE – DAY

Mrs TRAN and a Woman are sitting at a table playing cards.

Woman: He'll be back. You just have to believe.

Mrs TRAN

Thanks, Eunis. And I do believe. I just... wish I could do more.

EUNIS

Linda, you're doing all you should by staying here. He needs to know he has a home to come back to.

There is a knock at the door. Mrs TRAN opens it to find KEVIN standing there.

KEVIN

Hi, Mom.

Mrs TRAN

Oh! Kev– Kevin!

Dean and Sam step forward from either side of KEVIN and throw liquid on Mrs TRAN.

Mrs TRAN

Ah! Oh! What...

Dean: She's clean.

KEVIN hugs Mrs TRAN, who cries with happiness in his arms.

Sam: You smell that?

Sam and Dean walk into the house. As Sam enters the kitchen, black smoke pours from EUNIS's mouth.

Sam: Et secta diabolica, omnis congregatio, omnis legio, omnis incursion...[The black smoke flows back into EUNIS.]...infernalis adversarii, omnis spiritus exorcizamus!

KEVIN puts his arms around Mrs TRAN as she watches in horror. Dean stabs EUNIS with the Kn*fe.

Mrs TRAN

Aah!

EUNIS screams as her body flashes with light, then falls to the ground dead.

Mrs TRAN

Eunis!

Dean: That's not Eunis.

CUT TO: Mrs TRAN is sitting on a sofa. KEVIN sits down next to her.

Sam: Mrs. Tran, your friend was possessed by a demon.

KEVIN

Have you ever seen "The Exorcist"?

Mrs TRAN

Is that what you've been doing all year – watching television? Did you really have to k*ll her?

Dean: The demon would have warned Crowley where Kevin was if we didn't.

Mrs TRAN

And Crowley is the one who kidnapped you?

KEVIN

Yeah. He needs me to translate his stupid tablet so he can take over the universe or something.

Dean: Which is why we need to get it so that we can slam the gates of Hell forever with Crowley inside.

Sam: So that things like thatdon't ever happen again.

Mrs TRAN

Prophet of the Lord, huh? It does have a nice ring to it. I'll get packed. [She gets up.]

Dean: We're gonna need a safe house since Crowley's been to the cabin, so –

Mrs TRAN

Safe house? I thought we were going to get the tablet.

Dean: Uh, weare. You're taking a trip to a demon-free zone.

Mrs TRAN

And risk letting Kevin fall into the hands of this Crowley again? I don't think so.

Sam: Ms. Tran, all due respect, Dean's right. Crowley – he's not just a k*ller. He trades in torment. And if he can find a way to separate your soul from you, he'll take that soul to Hell and – and roast it till there's nothing left but black smoke. Look, it's best if you let us handle this.

Mrs TRAN

I understand. But it's not my soul I'm worried about. It's my son's. [She stands with her arms folded.]

Dean: Kevin, you want to back us up here? Came all the way down here to pull her out of the fire, and now she wants to jump right back in.

KEVIN

Like I can tell her what to do?

Dean and Mrs TRAN look at each other. He finally Chuckles and shrugs.

Dean: All right. Coming with us has conditions – uh, hex bags to stay off the bad guys' radar and, uh, you're gonna have to get inked up.

KEVIN

Do what, now?

Sam: Yeah, uh... [He pulls his shirt open to reveal his tattoo.]You, too, shortstop. Keeps the demons out.

Mrs TRAN

Fine.

Dean: Really?

Mrs TRAN

What, like it's my first tattoo?

Mrs TRAN walks out of the room. KEVIN stares after her. Dean smiles, somewhat admiringly.

[The Reverend Horton Heat's "The Devil's Chasing Me" plays.]

INT. TATTOO PARLOR – DAY

KEVIN whimpers as the tattoo artist works on his arm. Next to him, Mrs TRAN sits impassively as another tattoo artist works on her arm. She reaches out her hand for KEVIN to hold. They both hold hex bags in their other hands.

♪ Black clouds in the east ♪
♪ The devil's chasing me ♪

Dean and Sam stand at the front of the tattoo parlor watching.

Dean: You smell it, Sammy?

Sam: Burning flesh?

Dean: Revenge. So close. Hey, how'd you do that reverse-exorcism thing?

Sam: Just said the verse backwards.

♪ The devil's chasing me ♪

KEVIN squeals in pain as the tattooing continues.

EXT. BUS STATION – DAY

Laramie, Wyoming

INT. BUS STATION – DAY

Sam and Dean walk separately through the bus station. KEVIN and Mrs TRAN sit on a bench waiting for them.

Sam: So, place is clean, far as I can tell.

KEVIN hands a key to Dean.

Dean: All right. Positive thoughts.

Dean opens a locker. He and Sam look inside it and Dean takes out a bag.

Dean: You hid the Word of God in a diaper bag?

KEVIN

No.

Dean looks through the bag, which seems to be empty. Sam smirks.

Dean: Shut up.

Dean tosses the bag back into the locker and slams the door.

ACT TWO

INT. BUS STATION – DAY

KEVIN and Mrs TRAN are sitting on a bench. Sam and Dean, now wearing suits, are standing with a Guard in front of the lockers.

Guard: Been nothing but trouble with these lockers. Got broke into damn near

every day for a while. Could never figure out who it was till yesterday.

Sam: Oh, so you know who did it?

Guard: Sure. Was Clem Smedley, a guy who worked the desk before me.

Dean: Please tell me he's down at County right now.

Guard: Yep, waiting for arraignment.

Sam: Thanks.

INT. Police STATION INTERVIEW ROOM – DAY

CLEM SMEDLEY and Sam are sitting at the table. Dean slowly paces near the table.

CLEM SMEDLEY

Should have known they'd plant a LoJack in one of them bags. Sharp guy, that Jerry. He'll be a fine replacement for me.

Sam: Right. Well, in one of those lockers, there was a tablet. Do you know where it is?

CLEM SMEDLEY

Can I even acknowledge that without my Lawyer here?

Sam: Uh, look, I'm sure we can work out a little, uh, something-something with the locals if you just cooperate.

CLEM SMEDLEY

What kind of [voice fading out as the camera focuses on Dean's face and the scene blurs]something-something?

FLASHBACK

EXT. PURGATORY

Dean turns a slow circle with his axe w*apon in his hand. BENNY is standing in front of a humanoid MONSTER that is sprawled with its back to a tree.

BENNY

I don't think he knows, man.

INT. Police STATION INTERVIEW ROOM – DAY

The camera stays on a close-up of Dean's face.

Sam (V.O): Leniency?

FLASHBACK

EXT. PURGATORY

Dean leans over and puts a hand on the MONSTER's shoulder.

Dean: Oh, he knows. Where's the angel?

We see a close-up of the MONSTER's face, then Dean's.

INT. Police STATION INTERVIEW ROOM – DAY

The close-up of Dean's face in PURGATORY segues to a close-up of Dean's face in the present.

CLEM SMEDLEY

So, here's what I'm thinking – full immunity from all charges… [Dean removes his tie]…both past, present, and future.

Dean walks behind CLEM SMEDLEY and puts his tie around his neck. He pulls CLEM SMEDLEY to his feet, pushes him against a wall and holds a Kn*fe to his throat.

Sam: Hey! [He raps his hand on the table.]Dean. Come on.

Dean: You…

FLASHBACK

EXT. PURGATORY

The scene of Dean menacing CLEM SMEDLEY segues into a scene of Dean menacing the MONSTER, which is chained to the tree.

Dean: …feel that?

MONSTER

There's a stream.

Dean: Go on.

MONSTER

It runs through a clearing not far from here. I'll show you.

Dean holds the tip of his Kn*fe against the MONSTER's throat under its chin.

Dean: How about you just tell me?

Sam (V.O): Hey.

INT. Police STATION INTERVIEW ROOM – DAY

Dean still holds his Kn*fe to CLEM SMEDLEY's throat.

Sam: Dean!

CLEM SMEDLEY

Pawn shop, First and Main.

FLASHBACK

EXT. PURGATORY

Dean: Go on.

MONSTER

Three days' journey. Follow the stream. There's a clearing. You'll find your angel there.

Dean looks behind him at BENNY, who raises an eyebrow.

Dean: You know what, Mutt? I believe you.

Dean pushes his Kn*fe into the MONSTER's skull from under its chin. We can see the Kn*fe blade in its open mouth. The MONSTER chokes and gurgles. Dean pulls out his Kn*fe and the MONSTER's head falls forward.

INT. Police STATION INTERVIEW ROOM – DAY

Sam: Dean?

Dean removes the tie from CLEM SMEDLEY's neck.

FLASHBACK

EXT. PURGATORY

Dean walks away from the MONSTER and past BENNY, who follows him.

INT. Police STATION INTERVIEW ROOM – DAY

Sam: Come on.

Sam and Dean leave the interview room.

EXT. STREET – DAY

A red Ferrari is parked on the side of the street. The Impala pulls up and Dean, Sam, KEVIN and Mrs TRAN get out.

KEVIN

[looking at the Ferrari]Whoa.

Mrs TRAN

Hey.

INT. PAWN SHOP – DAY

Sam: Hello, sir. Agents Neil and Sixx, FBI. [He holds up a badge.]Uh, we're looking for a tablet.

Dean: About, uh, yea big, got some hieroglyphic crap on it.

Sam: Sold to you by a thief named Clem. Ring a bell?

Clerk: Nope.

Dean looks at the CLERK's name tag.

Dean: Hey, Lyle, I've had a really, really bad day today, so I'm not in the mood to dillydally. If you want to do this the rough way, I am happy to oblige.

LYLE

Sure. We can do it that way, if you want to get famous. [He gestures to security cameras and we see the scene in black and white.]

Mrs TRAN

That your car outside?

LYLE

What's it to you, mail-order?

Dean: Hey! [He slams his hand on the counter.]Pal!

Mrs TRAN

I got it. I notice you're driving with expired tags, maybe because you just acquired it in a trade, and I'm guessing that means you haven't registered it yet, which means you haven't paid the tax. Is that correct?

LYLE

None of your business.

Mrs TRAN

Kevin, average blue book on a 2010 Ferrari F430 Spider?

KEVIN

$217,000.

Mrs TRAN

And the 5% Wyoming tax?

Sam: $10,850.

Mrs TRAN

$10,000. Something tells me you're the type who might balk at a tax bill that big.

LYLE

W-what is this, an FBI audit?

Mrs TRAN

No. But my brother, who happens to work for the Wyoming tax assessor's office could arrange that if he thought something untoward was happening here. So what's it going to be – the tablet or that piece of Eurotrash crap you call a car?

EXT. PAWN SHOP – DAY

The Impala drives away.

EXT. MOTEL – DAY

Sam knocks on the door of Room 126.

Sam: Sure this is the right place?

Dean: It's what the pawn slip says.

A Man calls out and Sam, Dean, KEVIN and Mrs TRAN all turn.

Man: Kevin?

The Man is dapperly dressed and is holding a cane.

Dean: Who wants to know?

Man: Oh, relax, Dean. I'm not going to steal your Prophet. [to Mrs TRAN]Ah. And you must be Kevin's mother. Um... Beau. And it is my absolute pleasure. [He kisses Mrs TRAN's hand and she smiles.]And, um, Kevin. Imagine my luck. Here I was, working so hard looking for you that I never stopped to think you might be looking for me. I have something for you.

Man: What is it?

BEAU

[holding up an envelope with Kevin's name on it]An invitation, dear man, to a very exclusive auction.

Dean: Let me guess – where you'll be selling the tablet?

BEAU

Well, when we acquire an item as hot as the Word of God, it's smart to unload it as fast as possible. And we are in such desperate need of a headliner for tonight's gala.

Dean: Well, I hope you have three extra tickets to your little eBay party,

'cause the Prophet's with us.

BEAU

Oh, if you're worried about the safety of the Prophet, rest assured that we have a strict "no casting, no cursing, no supernaturally flicking the two of you against the wall just for the fun of it" policy.

Sam: Is that right? How'd you manage that?

BEAU

Well, I amthe right hand of a God, after all – Plutus, specifically.

Dean: Is that even a planet anymore?

BEAU

It's the God of greed. And my liege has warded these premises against Hell, Heaven, and beyond – quite necessary with some of the players we see. And incidentally, quite possibly the safest place your precious Prophet could be. Mmm. Well, since time is of the essence, perhaps I'll just go ahead and add a plus-three to the Prophet's invitation. Copacetic?

BEAU tosses the envelope into the air and disappears.

Dean: Well, thank you, Mr. Peanut! All right. What do we have to bid? [Sam scoffs.]What? We can't just show up there empty-handed.

Sam: Dean, all we have to our names is a few hacked gold cards.

Dean: All right. Well, then, we're gonna have to get creative.

Sam: Huh. [He looks at the Impala.]Well...

Dean: No. Mnh-mnh. Say it and I will k*ll you, your children, and your grandchildren.

Sam: Okay, okay. Uh... Wait a second. They – these auctions – they display the items to the bidders beforehand, right?

Dean: Yeah, so?

Sam: So all we got to do is get Kevin close enough to memorize the spell.

Dean: What do you think, brainiac? Think you can swing it?

Mrs TRAN

Of course he can swing it... if the bumper stickers on my Previa mean anything.

Dean: [to the Impala]They didn't mean it, baby.

INT. WAREHOUSE – NIGHT

A man opens the door to admit KEVIN, Sam, Mrs TRAN and Dean. They each walk through a metal detector, which sounds an alarm for Dean.

BEAU

Now, now, Dean. The system only works when everyone participates.

CUT TO: Dean puts his g*n into a box holding other weapons. He holds up Ruby's demon-k*lling Kn*fe.

Dean: I'll be back for this. [He puts the Kn*fe in the box.]

CUT TO: Auction attendees look at items on display in glass cases. The items include a sword, a manuscript and a large hammer.

Dean: How the hell are we supposed to know who's who?

Sam: It's pretty simple, Dean. They're all monsters.

Dean: Hey, hey.

Dean and the others walk over to a display case containing the Word of God. A piece of metal has been affixed in front of the tablet so it cannot be read.

Dean: Great.

KEVIN

I guess we're not as original as we thought.

Sam: It's okay. It's okay. We just got to come up with a plan "B."

CROWLEY

And what, pray tell, could possibly have been plan "A"? Bring the Prophet to the most dangerous place on Earth, memorize the tablet, and then vamoose? Hello, boys.

ACT THREE

INT. WAREHOUSE – NIGHT

Dean: Crowley.

CROWLEY

Kevin. What a pleasure to see you. Sorry about your little playdate. Her name? Ah. Well, if you're gonna make an omelet, sometimes you have to break some spines. And who is this lovely young thing? Must be your sister.

Mrs TRAN slaps CROWLEY hard across the face.

CROWLEY

Ah!

Mrs TRAN

Stay away from my son.

CROWLEY

Charming. Defiling her corpse has just made number one on my to-do list. [Dean steps forward and Sam moves to stop him.]Unh, unh, unh, unh. Don't mind a little love tap, but anything more, and our mookie pals here may just throw you out, and that would be a shame.

Sam: He's right, Dean. It's not worth it.

CROWLEY

Listen to Moose, Squirrel.

A BALD Man enters the room.

CROWLEY

Ah. Here comes our host.

Man's Voice: Honored guests, please take your seats.

Dean: That's Plutus? What is he, God of the candy aisle?

BEAU

Gentlemen, the auction is starting.

CROWLEY

Good luck with the bidding.

Sam: [to Mrs TRAN, as they walk towards their seats]Nice right hook.

A Young Man in a fast-food employee's uniform walks up to Dean.

Young Man

Dean Winchester?

Dean: Do I know you?

Young Man

Uh, no, but, uh, I knew Castiel.

Dean: You're an angel?

Young Man

This – this was the nearest vessel on short notice. We don't usually come to things like this, but, uh...

Dean: You're chasing the magic rock?

Young Man

We protect the word of God.

Dean: Well, awesome job so far, uh... [He reads the Young MAN's name tag.]Alfie.

Young Man

Actually, my name is Samandiriel.

Dean: Let's just stick with Alfie.

SamANDIRIEL

I wanted to ask you about Castiel. What happened to him?

Dean: Well, me and Cas – we, uh – we iced d*ck Roman and got a one-way rocket ride to Purgatory for our trouble.

SamANDIRIEL

But you escaped. Did – did Castiel? [Dean doesn't respond.]You know, there are some in Heaven who still believe, despite his mistakes, that Castiel's heart was always in the right place.

Dean: Are you one of them?

SamANDIRIEL

I think too much heart was always Castiel's problem.

SamANDIRIEL walks away.

FLASHBACK

EXT. PURGATORY

Castiel is washing his hands and face at a stream. Dean and BENNY approach.

Dean: Cas!

Castiel: Dean. [He stands up as Dean and BENNY walk closer.]

Dean: Cas.

Dean laughs and hugs Castiel.

Dean: Damn, it's good to see you. Nice peach fuzz.

Castiel: Thank you.

Dean: You should meet somebody. This is Benny. Benny, this is Cas.

BENNY

Hola.

Castiel: How did you find me?

Dean: The bloody way. You feeling okay?

Castiel: You mean am I still... [He points to his head and makes circles with his finger.]

Dean: Yeah, if you want to be on the nose about it, sure.

Castiel: No. I'm perfectly sane. But, then, 94% of psychotics think they're perfectly sane, so I guess we'd have to ask ourselves, "what is sane?"

Dean: That's a good question.

BENNY

Why'd you bail on Dean?

Dean: Dude –

BENNY

The way I hear it, you two hit monster land, and hot wings here took off. I figure he owes you some backstory.

Dean: Look, we were surrounded, okay? Some freak jumped Cas. Obviously, he kicked its ass, right?

Castiel: No.

Dean: What?

Castiel: I ran away.

Dean: You ran away?

Castiel: I had to.

Dean: That's your excuse for leaving me with those gorilla-wolves?

Castiel: Dean –

Dean: You bailed out and, what, went camping? I prayed to you, Cas, every night.

Castiel: I know.

Dean: You know and you didn't... What the hell's wrong with you?

Castiel: I am an angel in a land of abominations. There have been things hunting

me from the moment we arrived.

Dean: Join the club!

Castiel: These are not just monsters, Dean. They're Leviathan. I have a price on my head, and I've been trying to stay one step ahead of them, to – to keep them away from you. That's why I ran. Just leave me, please.

BENNY

Sounds like a plan. Let's roll.

Dean: Hold on, hold on. Cas, we're getting out of here. We're going home.

Castiel: Dean, I can't.

Dean: You can. Benny, tell him.

BENNY

Purgatory has an escape hatch, but I got no idea if it's angel-friendly.

Dean: We'll figure it out. Cas, buddy, I need you.

Castiel: Dean...

Dean: And if Leviathan want to take a sh*t at us, let ‘em. We ganked those b*tches once before. We can do it again.

Castiel: It's too dangerous.

Dean: Let me bottom-line it for you. I'm not leaving here without you. Understand?

Castiel: I understand.

INT. WAREHOUSE – NIGHT

We see a close-up of Dean's face as the flashback ends. Someone raps a gavel to begin the auction.

BEAU

Ladies, gentlemen, and...other, welcome to this once-in-a-lifetime event.

Dean takes a seat next to Sam.

CROWLEY

Samandiriel. Slumming it, are we?

BEAU

The first name in magical and alchemical esoterica. [Sam, Dean, Mrs TRAN and KEVIN take out their wallets. The others pass their cash to Dean.]Our prices may be high, but our quality is unmatched, and we stand by our products.

CROWLEY

Don't know why you're so keen on that hunk of dirt. So it tells you how to blast back a few demons? I'll just make more. Can't get rid of all of my black-eyed boys, Samantha.

Sam: Yeah, we'll see.

BEAU

And across the plane...

Sam: All right. So, how much we got for plan "B"?

Dean: Uh, well, we got our hacked credit cards, $2,000, and a, uh, Costco membership.

BEAU

Our first item, the amulet of Hesperus. Let's start the bidding with, um, three tons of dwarven gold? [Dean raises his eyebrows and looks at Sam.]Ah. This lady. I have three. Do I have, uh, four? Ah. Four, gentlemen here. Four. Going for five. Five? [CROWLEY smiles.]Five to this lady. Do we have an advance on five tons?

Sam: Plan "C"?

Dean: Big time.

BEAU

Any other bids? Any other bids?

Dean: I'm gonna use the restroom.

BEAU

Sold.

Dean follows an AUCTION STAFF MEMBER who wheels away a trolley containing auction items. The AUCTION STAFF MEMBER unlocks a room with a metal door and pushes the trolley inside, then locks the room again and walks back towards the auction. Dean bumps into him.

Dean: Oh, sorry.

Dean waits until the AUCTION STAFF MEMBER has gone, then looks at a key which he apparently took from him. He uses the key to unlock the metal door. Two men are inside.

Dean: This isn't the men's room.

We see a close-up of the Word of God on a table in the room.

Dean: Okay.

Dean closes the door and heads back towards the auction.

BEAU

Our next item up for bid, the hammer of Thor, Mjoelnir.

MR VILI

A finger bone from the frost giant Ymir.

BEAU looks at PLUTUS, who shakes his head.

MR VILI

Uh... the bone and, uh… [He holds up a bloodstained brown paper bag.]…5/8 of a virgin.

Sam recoils slightly. Dean walks back into the room. PLUTUS nods.

BEAU

Ah. Sold.

Dean hits Sam on the arm to get him to move one seat over and sits down next to him.

Dean: Plan "C" tanked.

CROWLEY

Maybe you should try plan "D" for dumbass.

BEAU

Our next lot, the Word of God… [He holds up the tablet.]…capital "G" – very old, very rare.

CROWLEY

[standing]Three billion dollars.

Dean and Sam

[simultaneously]Whoa.

SamANDIRIEL

[standing]The "Mona Lisa."

CROWLEY

The real"Mona Lisa," where she's topless.

SamANDIRIEL

Vatican City.

CROWLEY

Alaska.

BEAU

Palin and a bridge to nowhere? No, thanks.

CROWLEY

All right. The moon.

You're bidding the moon?

CROWLEY

Yeah. Claimed it for Hell. Think a man named Buzz gets to go into space without making a deal?

BEAU

Ah. I'm sorry, gentlemen. It seems that our reserve price has not been met. So in order to stimulate the bidding, we're going to add an item to this lot… [He points]…Kevin Tran, Prophet of the Lord.

Mrs TRAN gasps. KEVIN disappears.

Mrs TRAN

[standing]No!

KEVIN reappears, chained near PLUTUS. Sam and Dean stand up, but an AUCTION EMPLOYEE behind them forces them back into their seats with a hand on their shoulders.

BEAU

Mr. Tran is the only person on Earth who can read this tablet, which makes them a perfect matching set.

CROWLEY

So out of your league.

BEAU

So, do I hear a bid of, um –

Mrs TRAN

No, stop! I'll give you whatever you want. I have a 401(K), my house.

PLUTUS Chuckles.

BEAU

Good effort, Ms. Tran, but I'm afraid this is a little out of your price range.

Mrs TRAN

My soul.

KEVIN

Mom, don't!

Mrs TRAN

I bid my soul!

Dean: Are you sure? That's a big move.

PLUTUS

Interesting.

CROWLEY

If it's souls that you're after, I can give you a million souls.

Dean: Hey, flyboy, are you gonna get in on this?

SamANDIRIEL

We guard the souls in Heaven. We don't horse-trade them.

CROWLEY

So we have a deal.

PLUTUS

It's not about the quantity, chief. It's about the sacrifice. This little lady's soul is the most valuable thing she has. It's everything. Are you willing to offer everything, Mr. Crowley?

Dean: Tick-tock.

CROWLEY

Fine. You win. I bid... my own soul!

PLUTUS

[laughs]Mr. Crowley, you don't have a soul. [to Mrs TRAN]Congrats, sweetheart.

Mrs TRAN

Thank you. Thank you.

CROWLEY leaves the room. KEVIN looks distressed and Mrs TRAN afraid.

ACT FOUR

INT. WAREHOUSE – NIGHT

Sam and Dean are sitting with Mrs TRAN in the room where the auction was held.

Mrs TRAN

Losing my soul – is it going to hurt?

Dean: Probably.

Mrs TRAN

Will I die?

Sam: No. You'll just wish you were dead.

Mrs TRAN

[whispering]Okay.

BEAU enters the room.

BEAU

It's time.

Dean and Sam stand up. Mrs TRAN remains seated.

Dean: You all right?

Mrs TRAN

[on the verge of tears]Yeah. Can I – can I just have a minute?

Dean and Sam walk a few steps away.

Sam: Dean, this sucks.

Dean: Are you kidding me? We're about to close the gates of Hell forever. If you ask me, we got off cheap.

Dean and Sam leave the room. Mrs TRAN stands up. SamANDIRIEL approaches her.

SamANDIRIEL

Excuse me, miss. Hi. My name is Sam– Alfie. I'm an angel.

Mrs TRAN

Who works at Wiener Hut?

SamANDIRIEL

No. This is, uh – it doesn't matter. Uh, what you did in here was amazing, and I want you to know that my friends and I can protect your son. The Winchesters are exceptional men, but... they're just men. If Kevin comes with us –

Mrs TRAN

Oh, no, no. The last time that angels tried to help my son, I watched them die, and Kevin went missing for a year. So, no offense, but… [She has tears in her eyes.]…I'm gonna take my chances with them.

SamANDIRIEL nods.

CUT TO: MR VILI picks up Thor's hammer.

MR VILI

Mjoelnir, I've missed you.

He cradles the hammer to his chest and walks off. BEAU and Mrs TRAN walk up to Sam and Dean.

Dean: Where's the kid?

PLUTUS snaps his fingers and KEVIN appears.

Sam: What are you gonna do with her soul?

PLUTUS

Whatever I want. I might sell it, or maybe I'll just tuck it away with my other precious objects, let them keep me warm at night. Mm. [He Chuckles. Mrs TRAN looks afraid, but lifts her chin and straightens her shoulders. PLUTUS holds out his hands.]Whenever you're ready, dear.

After a pause, Mrs TRAN holds out a hand and steps forward.

Dean: Wait!

Dean grabs Mrs TRAN's outstretched arm and pushes up her sleeve. Her demon-proofing tattoo has been b*rned off.

Mrs TRAN

[in CROWLEY's voice]Hello, boys. [Her eyes turn red.]

Sam: Crowley.

Mrs TRAN flings out her arms and sends Sam and Dean flying.

PLUTUS

No. You can't. My warding spells.

Mrs TRAN

Your girl Friday showed me a few loopholes.

PLUTUS looks at BEAU, who smiles and shrugs.

FLASHBACK to the earlier conversation between Mrs TRAN and SamANDIRIEL

BEAU is watching Mrs TRAN and SamANDIRIEL talk.

Mrs TRAN

No offense, but I'm going to take my chances with them.

SamANDIRIEL leaves. BEAU closes the door in Mrs TRAN's face.

BEAU

Now, that... was very, very stupid!

BEAU grabs Mrs TRAN's arms and forces her against the wall. She screams as he holds up a cigarette lighter to burn off her tattoo.

The flashback ends.

Mrs TRAN

And all it cost me was an island in the South Pacific. I love a bargain.

BEAU stabs PLUTUS from behind. Mrs TRAN pulls out the stake from PLUTUS's chest and hurls it at a Man who was guarding KEVIN.

Mrs TRAN

Can't do all my tricks, but I can do enough.

KEVIN

Get out of her!

Dean reaches into the box of confiscated weapons and takes out the demon-k*lling Kn*fe. Mrs TRAN picks up the Word of God.

Mrs TRAN

If I had a nickel for every time someone screamed thatat me...

Sam tackles Mrs TRAN to the ground, then gets up and stands next to Dean in front of KEVIN. Mrs TRAN also stands up.

Dean: Getting in touch with your feminine side, huh, Crowley?

Mrs TRAN

Something like that.

Dean: Well, come and get him.

Mrs TRAN looks behind Sam and Dean at KEVIN.

Mrs TRAN

One out of two ain't bad. [She runs from the room carrying the Word of God.]

Dean: [to Sam]Watch the kid! [He runs after Mrs TRAN.]

Sam: Kevin, don't! Let Dean take care of it.

BEAU points a g*n at Sam's back.

KEVIN

Sam, move!

KEVIN pushes Sam away. BEAU sh**t, but misses as Sam ducks for cover.

CUT TO: Mrs TRAN runs through the warehouse with Dean following.

CUT TO: BEAU continues to sh**t at Sam, who is behind an upturned table with MR VILI.

KEVIN heads for the exit.

BEAU

Don't! [KEVIN stops.]You know what's better than one private island? Twoprivate islands.

Sam comes up behind BEAU and swings Thor's hammer at the back of BEAU's head. Lightening crackles as BEAU falls. KEVIN runs out of the room.

MR VILI

Okay. Give it back. Give it back.

Sam holds out Thor's hammer to MR VILI, then stops.

Sam: Where'd you get the 5/8 of a virgin?

MR VILI smiles and shrugs.

MR VILI

Oh, no.

Sam swings the hammer at MR VILI. Lightening crackles. The hammer falls onto a pile of MR VILI's clothes.

CUT TO: Mrs TRAN is running through the warehouse. Dean catches her and pushes her against a wall. The Word of God goes flying along the ground. Dean holds his Kn*fe to Mrs TRAN's throat. KEVIN runs up.

KEVIN

Mom!

Mrs TRAN pushes Dean away. Red smoke pours from her mouth.

CUT TO: A door opens and CROWLEY steps out, brushing off his coat.

CROWLEY

Well, that was exciting. Good luck closing the gates to Hell... [He picks up the Word of God.]…without this.

KEVIN is crouching down by Mrs TRAN, who is on the floor leaning against the wall.

CROWLEY

Surprising what mommy dearest has rattling around in her head. Want to know who your real father is? Scandalous.

Dean: Crowley!

CROWLEY

I know we're not mates, Kevin, but one word of advice – run. Run far and run fast. 'Cause the Winchesters – well, they have a habit of using people up and watching them die bloody. Toodles.

CROWLEY waves and leaves the room.

ACT FIVE

INT. WAREHOUSE – NIGHT

Dean, Sam, KEVIN and Mrs TRAN are in the room where the auction was held. Mrs TRAN sits unmoving in a chair. KEVIN sits in front of her with a hand on her knee.

Sam: Has she said anything? [KEVIN shakes his head.]

Dean: Listen, Kev, what your mom went through – it's hell. Trust me, I know. But she seems tough. She'll pull it together.

KEVIN

You tried to k*ll her.

Dean: Kid, in this life –

KEVIN

Shut up! I don't want to hear any more of your crappy speeches. I just want to talk to my mom alone.

Sam: Sure. Five minutes.

KEVIN

Mom...

Mrs TRAN's face is blank.

CUT TO: Sam and Dean are waiting in the next room.

Sam: Dean, were you really going to, uh...

Dean: What? Slit soccer mom's throat? Yeah, I was. I wish I had.

Sam: Dean –

Dean: It was Crowley, Sam. No matter what meat suit he's in, I should have knifed him. I mean, yeah, it would have sucked, and I would have hated myself, but what's one more nightmare, right? [Pause]It seem a little quiet in there to you?

Sam opens the door to the room where the auction was held. KEVIN and Mrs TRAN are gone.

Sam: Kevin? Kevin!

Dean: You've got to be kidding me! [He sees a folded piece of paper on a chair.]Hey.

Sam: What? [Dean unfolds the note.]What's it say?

Dean: Uh, that they bolted, that we shouldn't come looking, and since we lost the tablet, Kevin figures we don't need him.

Sam: Yeah, but Crowley still does. What's that kid thinking?!

Dean: He thinks people I don't need anymore – they end up dead.

Sam: Dean, that – that – that's not true. You know that.

FLASHBACK

EXT. PURGATORY

Castiel is hanging over the edge of a drop. A hand grips his arm, preventing him from falling.

Castiel: Dean! Dean!

The hand lets go and Castiel falls a short distance.

Castiel: Aah! Dean!

END