13x12 - Various & Sundry Villains

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[Exterior convenience store, night]


DALE: Hey Marty. How’s your night?

JAMIE: Hi! [playfully]

DALE: Hey!

JENNIE: Excuse me.

JAMIE: [quietly] Aegrota amore.

JAMIE: Oh my God! Hi! I was totally hoping we could talk.

DALE: You and to talk to me?

JAMIE: Mm-hmm. I mean you’re so handsome.

DALE: [Surprised] Really?

JAMIE: What’s your name?

DALE: Dale.

JAMIE: I’m Jamie, and that’s my sister Jennie.

DALE: Y’all from around here?

JAMIE: Nah, my sister and I are on our way to this little town called Lebanon. Heard of it?

DALE: I can’t say that I have. [begins to chuckle] You are so beautiful.

JAMIE: Oh. Thank you. Anyway, we’re out of gas and we’re out of money. Tragic, right?

DALE: That is terrible. [concerned] Well, what can I do for ya? I’ll do anything.

JAMIE: I knew you were our hero. The easiest thing would be to take all the money from the register, grab a couple bottles of good vodka, and bring it outside.

DALE: What about Marty?

JAMIE: What about him?

JENNIE: Finally.

DALE: Got it for you, baby. [confused] What’s with the hammer?

JAMIE: Oh, my God, sexy. It’s just for in case. Like for protection. This is a dangerous place at night.

JENNIE: I mean, that guy in there totally just got k*lled.

DALE: Oh, don’t worry. I won’t let anything bad happen to you. I love you.

JAMIE: Oh, I love you too. Uh, what was your name again?

DALE: Dale.

JAMIE: Right. Yes. But don’t worry, Dale. Our mom taught us three really important steps to looking out for ourselves.

JENNIE: Always look your best, never get attached to a man.

JAMIE: And always make the death look non-magical. So you don’t attract hunters.

DALE: The death?

JAMIE: Now be a good boy and hold really still for me.

JAMIE: How’d we do?

JENNIE: [laughing and fanning the money] So good.

DEAN: Alright! We’ve got “Principia Phantasmagoria.” [throws each large book onto a pile of books in front of Sam] We have “Archive of the Unnatural Occurrences.” And we’ve got “Jower et Nuet.” Kind of a weird name.

SAM: “Jour et Nuit.” It’s, uh, it’s French. It means “The Book of Day and Night.”

DEAN: Fancy. So, this is everything that even mentions some alternate realities. So there’s gotta be something here that talks about the Apocalypse World, right?

SAM: Yeah, maybe.

DEAN: [Frustrated] Dude.

SAM: I’m just saying, Dean, Jack was our way over there, obviously, so with him gone…

DEAN: Okay, well, Jack’s been gone before. We found him once. We can find him again.

SAM: No, no, he didn’t run away. He is literally in an alternate reality.

DEAN: Okay, so we’ll just come up with a plan B, okay? You said it yourself. We just keep our heads down and we’ll do the work.

SAM: You said that.

DEAN: And I was right. Yeah. So you read, do your Sam thing, I’m gonna go for a beer run.

SAM: Yeah.

DEAN: We should probably loop Cas in at some point.

SAM: We’ll fill him in when he calls. He checks in every day.

DEAN: Yeah, with a bunch of questions and no leads.

SAM: I’m sure he is doing the best he can. Just go get beer or… [waves Dean away]

Demon: [mockingly] Huh, I always thought you’d have a bigger stick.

LUCIFER: What’s your name again?

Demon: They call me Dipper.

LUCIFER: [laughing] And you let them? Listen, Dipper, it’s not the size of the stick, it’s how you use it.

Demon: Funniest thing, I’m always hearing that from guys with… little sticks.

Demon: Smooth. [smugly] We gave the warding a little kick. Just for you.

[Demon exits prison area]

LUCIFER: Thanks. So considerate. Appreciate that a lot. [yelling at departing demon] You’re not nice, and I don’t like you. You’re treating me like an everyday angel! And if I had just a little more power, I could tear this place apart! Just sayin’.

CASTIEL: You don’t have that power, and they know it.

LUCIFER: Okay, well if somebody would be a pal and let me eat a little of his grace, I would have enough strength to get out of here and butcher that son of a bitch! [yelling into the distance]

CASTIEL: Well, that’s a nice, horrifying plan. Little cannibalism.

LUCIFER: Really? I seem to remember a somebody snacking on angel grace once upon a time. There is no “I” in “team,” Castiel. I want you to remember that. Fine, whatever. I can wait. Asmodeus was my weakest creation.

CASTIEL: Oh, he was, was he? Doesn’t seem that weak to me.

LUCIFER: [pacing his cell] Yeah, yeah, that – that whole shape-shifty thing he does? I – I didn’t give him that. But so what? The old dog’s learned some new tricks. Eventually he is going to mess up. Then he’s mine. Okay?

CASTIEL: Excuses aside, you’re saying you’re too weak to overcome even your weakest creation.

LUCIFER: [dismissively] Shut up.

JENNIE: Somebody help! Please, there’s something wrong with my sister!

JENNIE: [frantically] Please, please. Please!

DEAN: Okay. Watch out, watch out, watch out. What happened?

JENNIE: I don’t know. Please. She just – she just collapsed. I – We were walking and… [quietly] Aegrota amore.

JENNIE: Doesn’t a kiss, like, usually wake up your true love?

JAMIE: Thank you. [Dean helps her sit up] You saved me. Are you Dean Winchester?

DEAN: I – I…Yeah. How are you feeling?

JAMIE: How are you feeling?

DEAN: Good. Real good.

SAM: Hey, uh… I think you might be right. I think maybe it’s time we go ahead and call Cas, because, I mean, if…if…

SAM: You all right?

DEAN: Am I all right? I’m in love.

SAM: You...Oh, are you?

DEAN: I mean, I am, like, full-on twitterpated here. Seriously, I can’t wait for you to meet her, either. She – I mean, she’s… She’s sweet and she’s beautiful and she’s just kinda sorta perfect. Anyway, I’m thinking of asking her to move in with me here…if that’s cool ‘cause this is big time.

DEAN: Ahh.

SAM: Uh, Dean, w-what are you doing with the Black Grimoire?

DEAN: It’s a gift. For Jamie.

SAM: For…Jamie?

DEAN: My soul mate. [winking]

SAM: Sure. Right. And did she happen to ask for that book by, uh, name?

DEAN: Yeah! I mean, isn’t that kind of cosmic fate, that we actually have it? Like… [imitates head expl*si*n]

SAM: “Cosmic fate.” Right, yeah. Okay, okay, okay. I think I know what’s going on here. Do you remember, uh, uh, Becky in Vegas? The love spell.

DEAN: No

SAM: Okay, [stammering] I think Jamie must be a witch or demon…

DEAN: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Whoa.

SAM: What?

DEAN: Be nice. ‘Cause she’s got a sister. [smiling widely] And if you play your cards right, you know, you guys might fall for each other. You know, the less attractive siblings, they fall in love. That’s kind of cute, right? Huh?

SAM: Just hold on a second.

DEAN: I can’t wait ‘cause she’s waiting for me at the market, so I’m just gonna…

DEAN: Okay. All right. That’s fine. You know why? I’ll walk ‘cause it is… [singingly] gorgeous outside.

SAM: Wait a second. Dean, listen, honestly –

DEAN: Oooh. Right on the button. Listen, when I get back from my date, I’m going to help you ice that, okay? [heads up spiral staircase] All right, thanks. Good talk, pal! Good talk!

JAMIE: You gonna make that call after we get the book?

JENNIE: No. We’re fully, like, making an audible.

JENNIE: Where’s the car? [with clenched teeth] I wanted the car.

DEAN: There you go. [hands Jennie the book]

JAMIE: Good boys get a kiss. Close your eyes.

SAM: Get away from him. You heard me.

DEAN: [angrily] Don’t point a g*n at her! Hey!

SAM: Uhh! No, Dean!

DEAN: Don’t you point a g*n at her!

SAM: What are you doing?!

DEAN: Don’t point a g*n at her!

SAM: Where is it?

DEAN: You’re jealous! [continuing to wrestle with each other while the girls laugh]

SAM: There’s gotta be a hex bag. Where is it? Please, just….

JENNIE: We should get out of here, in case the one with the hair actually wins.

DEAN: No, no, no, don’t – don’t leave.

JAMIE: Bye boys.

SAM: Where is it? Huh?

SAM: Look, Dean! I got it! Hex bag! Wait, Dean – [Dean slaps the hex bag out of Sam’s hand] Aah! No!

DEAN: I’m sorry Sam. I just – I love her so much.

ROWENA: Hello, boys.

LUCIFER: Rise. Rise. Rise. Rise.

Demon: Don’t think we forgot about you. When the boss gets back, big plans for you.

LUCIFER: Oh, does he have big plans? Hey, what’s that gonna be worth when Michael get here and, oh, yeah, murders us all?

CASTIEL: Right, if he gets here.

LUCIFER: There’s no “if” here in this equation, okay? Let me – let me just – let me just tell you something about my d*ck brother, about every version of my d*ck brother, okay? When he decides to do something, he does it. Doesn’t matter what the cost or who has to die. It’s gonna happen, ‘cause that’s just the way he rolls.

CASTIEL: If you’re right, how much time do we have?

LUCIFER: How much time? Oh. I guess that depends on how much time he spends torturing Mary Winchester. He liked her, right? Oh, Cas, you should have seen it. I mean, the things he did to her. In all my time in hell, I’ve never seen anything that horrible. Just…Oh!

CASTIEL: Stop. I don’t want to hear any more of your lies.

LUCIFER: Oh, this from the angel who almost has me b*at in that department, and that’s saying a lot, pal.

CASTIEL: Well, you always say a lot.

LUCIFER: Okay, let’s face it, Cassandra, the truths I say hurts ‘cause the’re hard to swallow, so people call them lies. Go figure.

CASTIEL: You want truth? How ‘bout I tell you a few truths about your son?

LUCIFER: Did you just have an angel stroke?

CASTIEL: Did you know that he loves movies? Fantasy movies, movies with heroes who crush villains.

LUCIFER: [scoffs] Well, that’s – that’s – that’s nurture. That’s not nature.

CASTIEL: And he’s thoughtful. He’s emotional. Remarkably intuitive. You – you know, he, uh, he resurrected me just out of instinct. Isn’t that a beautiful gesture?

LUCIFER: [pacing angrily in his cell] Yeah, that’s, uh, that’s beautiful.

CASTIEL: Jack would rather k*ll you than hug you. Seems relevant. Did you know he doesn’t – he doesn’t even really look like you? And he reminds me so much of his mother.

LUCIFER: [whispers] Wow.

ROWENA: Ask me.

DEAN: How are you alive?

SAM: Lucifer told us he k*lled you pretty, uh… pretty graphically.

ROWENA: And he did. But I take precautions to ensure that if I die it is temporary. [she hands the boys each a whiskey]

SAM: You’re talking about a, uh, resurrection spell, like last time?

ROWENA: [sing-song] Mm, mm. That said, it took a very long time to heal. And I’m not interested in it ever happening again, which is why I need the Black Grimoire.

DEAN: What a coincidence. You happen to show up right when it’s stolen.

ROWENA: Oh, no coincidence. I felt the book moving. In a moment of weakness, I may have put a tracking spell on the Grimoire behind your backs.

DEAN: Moment of weakness, huh? Right.

SAM: Why do you want it so bad? Why now?

ROWENA: Oh, years ago, the Grand Coven cast a binding spell limiting aspects of my magic. There’s a page in the Grimoire that may help.

DEAN: Help you become more powerful? Yeah, that’s what we want.

ROWENA: Help me protect myself.

SAM: Let me get this straight. You, uh, felt the book moving and you decided, what? You’d – you’d – you’d just show up and take it?

ROWENA: Well, I thought about asking you nicely for it, but…

DEAN: Yeah, but you knew we’d tell you to go to Hell.

ROWENA: Exactly. Now, I’m – I’m worried the girls will damage the book, and you’re worried about the awful things they’ll do with it, so… Let’s… help each other, shall we?

SAM: We don’t need your help. We’ve handled witches before.

DEAN: You’re familiar with our work, right?

ROWENA: Ah. Oh, you Winchesters. I’ve changed. [Dean and Sam looks at her skeptically] Honestly. Having your skull crushed and being b*rned alive can do that to a girl. And It’s my tracking spell, so if you want to find those girls… [teasingly] Well, lover?

DEAN: [having enough of her] Okay.

ROWENA: You’ll need me. Sláinte. [drinks whiskey] Oh. One more thing. Where’s my son?

JENNIE: There are whole parts of this I can’t really read.

JAMIE: Because it’s too complicated?

JENNIE: No. Because it’s ultra…old. I mean, some of these symbols are things Mom never even mentioned.

JAMIE: Um, so we wing it. We’re really good at improvising. And you’ve totally got the skills.

JENNIE: Aw. Thanks.

Cashier: [a little sassy] Now, you girls are gonna pay for that stuff, right?

JAMIE: Wow. Thanks for the reminder of how shopping works.

Cashier: Well, because last time you just…

JENNIE: [interrupting] Oh, my God. Shut up, Brenda. [The girls walk past the cashier]

JAMIE: Like, please, shut up.

JENNIE: She is so rude. [continues shopping] Huh.

JAMIE: What?

JENNIE: I’m pretty sure this says we need a soul to sacrifice.

JAMIE: Okay. [looking around the two spot a young stock boy]

ROWENA: Fergus is dead?

SAM: Yep.

DEAN: k*lled himself for us.

ROWENA: That doesn’t sound like him.

SAM: Right, well, Fergus, uh, uh… Crowley, um, he had changed a lot. You’d have been proud of him.

ROWENA: Is that so? [emotionally] Fergus was my only child. And I promise you, I’d much rather have a living son, even one that hated me, than a dead hero.

SAM: Because of him Lucifer is trapped in another reality. So…

DEAN: Yeah, the Devil’s gone.

ROWENA: Oh, don’t be stupid. He’s never gone!

SAM: Okay, listen, I know what Lucifer is cap–

ROWENA: [interrupting] Oh, can we not? It’s like reminiscing about an abusive relationship. Why do that?

DEAN: Let’s get back to the book. What kind of hurt can these chicks do with it?

ROWENA: Oh, I’m sure they have big plans.

SAM: Sounds like you know ‘em.

ROWENA: Just remember being a young, overly ambitious, wee witch. And I have to give them some credit. Outfoxed you, didn’t they? [chuckling to Dean] Tell me, did they get to fifth base?

DEAN: There’s no such thing as fifth base.

ROWENA: Oh, you poor, sheltered boy. [Dean gives Sam a confused look] Anyway. What’s by is by. And who knows? If I help you, maybe you’ll change your minds about helping me.

DEAN: No.

SAM: Not happening.

JENNIE: Maybe we were too optimistic.

JAMIE: Don’t bail out now, Jennie.

JENNIE: I’m not. But if this goes wrong, who knows what could happen?

JAMIE: [Sighing] Ugh. If you, like, really don’t think we can do this, then it’s time to make a phone call.

JENNIE: No. I’m not asking for help.

JAMIE: We’re doing this for Mom. She taught us everything, sacrificed so much for us. She sacrificed so many people for us. She was an amazing witch, and she deserves to be alive and gorgeous and with us. And with this book, we can absolutely bring her back.

JENNIE: I know. Just…just don’t yell at me.

JAMIE: [comfortingly] Listen. I’m sorry. I know I’m the big sister and I’m supposed to be the strong one or whatever, but…

JENNIE: [teary-eyed] Yeah?

JAMIE: I just…really miss her.

JENNIE: I do, too.

JAMIE: I know. And, I, like, really believe in us.

JENNIE: Jamie, I… I just want her back so bad.

JAMIE: And we’re going to get her back, even if we have to cast every spell in this book, and crush the skulls of, like, a million people to make it happen.

JENNIE: Okay.

JAMIE: Yes?

JENNIE: Yeah.

Stock boy: [from somewhere in the room] I believe in you, too, Jennie, because I love you.

JENNIE: Aw. That’s so great.

JENNIE: Still need that soul, right?

JAMIE: For sure.

JENNIE: Cool.

SAM: Welcome to Stillwater, Oklahoma.

ROWENA: How depressingly Midwestern.

DEAN: [shutting off Baby’s engine] All right, Red. Where to?

ROWENA: The tracking spell isn’t like GPS. The book is not moving and it’s in this general area. [with a bit of distaste] We’ll need or speak to the yokels.

DEAN: Okay, well, small-town folks usually like to look out for themselves.

ROWENA: I can make them talk.

SAM: Uh, your spells tend to boil people’s brains. So maybe let us handle it.

ROWENA: [resigning] Fine, fine, we can do your very time-consuming investi…[starts snoring and pretends to fall asleep]

DEAN: Okay, see, “we” aren’t doing anything.

SAM: I’ll keep an eye on her.

DEAN: Great.

ROWENA: Leave me with the babysitter if you must, but do start with the women.

ROWENA: Something tells me those girls aren’t popular with other ladies.

[Interior of Hell’s prison. We see the demon, Dipper, walking down the corridor]

CASTIEL: [from off camera] Face it. You are useless and impotent and unnecessary, and you will die alone, unmourned.

Demon: You talking to me, pretty boy?

LUCIFER: [from the adjacent cell] No, he’s talking to me. Yeah.

Demon: Yeah. Well, he does have a point. [mockingly] Aw, did you lose your little stick?

LUCIFER: [child-like] I did.

Demon: How did you…

LUCIFER: Turns out rage is a good motivator. [Demon cries out in pain] And I think you forgot something. I’m Lucifer.

Demon: [The demon takes a step back, holding his bleeding neck] You…

LUCIFER: [swinging the cell door open] Whoops. [Demon turns to run only to face Castiel outside his cell]

CASTIEL: Someone got mad and broke his warding. [Castiel smites the demon]

LUCIFER: [raising the angel blade] Good times.

ROWENA: Well, this is boring. Is there… I don’t know, music?

SAM: Yeah, yeah. Dean has a tape of Led Zeppelin’s “Moby d*ck” with an 8-minute drum solo. [Sam reached into the glove box] Let me see. It’s around here somewhere.

ROWENA: Are you very sure I can’t just enslave some townsfolk and make them take us to the girls?

SAM: I’m very sure you can, but I’m also very sure you shouldn’t.

ROWENA: Bless your precious heart, you just described my entire life.

SAM: [turning to face Rowena in the back seat] Rowena, even if you pull off whatever plan you’re trying to pull off, and even if you manage to get the book back –

ROWENA: [interrupting] I’ve been on my best behavior.

SAM: [nods in acknowledgement] Okay, sure. Let’s say you get the book. It’s not going to change anything. You’re still going to feel helpless. What Lucifer did to you–

ROWENA: [interrupting] Told you, I don’t… [puts on a brave, solemn face] Before he crushed my skull, Lucifer showed me his face. His true face. [brave façade cracks] I’m scared, Sam. All the time.

SAM: I’ve seen it too. What he really looks like behind – behind whatever vessel. It… Yeah, still keeps me up at night.

ROWENA: How do you deal with it?

SAM: I guess I don’t deal with it. Not really. I mean, I pushed it down and, um, the world kept almost ending, so I keep pushing it down, and I don’t know. [stammering] I really don’t talk about it, not even with Dean. I mean, I could. You know, he’d listen, but… That’s not something I really know how to share.

DEAN: Hi there. Been to a few other places, haven’t had much luck. Was hoping you could help me out.

Cashier: [cheerfully] Oh, happy to try. What do you need?

DEAN: I’m looking for these two girls, uh, in town, Jennie and Jamie.

Cashier: [disgusted] Oh. The Plum sisters.

DEAN: Right. Yeah, I’m looking to track them down.

Cashier: Hmm. You and every other man west of the Ozarks.

DEAN: Popular, huh?

Cashier: That’s one word for it. And a whole mess of trouble.

DEAN: Well, they took something, and I need to get it back.

Cashier: Heard it before, they stole your heart, you can’t live without them.

DEAN: They stole a book.

Cashier: A book? [Dean nods in confirmation. Brenda laughs] Honey, now I know you’re lying. I doubt they can even read.

DEAN: Well, that has been up for debate. If it helps, I don’t plan on being nice about it when I do find them.

Cashier: You gonna be really mean?

DEAN: Yeah.

Cashier: ‘Cause it’s about damn time someone was. [she hands Dean the address]

DEAN: [smiling] Thank you.

Cashier: You’re welcome. [watching him walk away until we hear a door close] Mmm.

SAM: Even if you do get the book, and even if you get your power back, it won’t matter. You won’t ever be able to change what happened. You won’t be able to change how helpless you felt, or how helpless you feel. You’re still gonna get scared. And that feeling… that feeling never goes away.

ROWENA: Never?

SAM: Never. [Rowena opens the car door to exit] Hey, hey. Hey, hey, hey, hey. What are you doing? Where are you going?

ROWENA: I just need a minute. I’m not fleeing. Don’t release the hounds.

DEAN: Hey.

SAM: Hey.

DEAN: What’s going on?

SAM: Uh, she just needs a minute. She’s all right.

DEAN: All right, well, I got the address. Rowena was right. These girls are not fan favorites.

ROWENA: [joining the brothers] Right. Time to get that book.

DEAN: Oh, no, no. You’ve done your bit, okay? We’ll take it from here.

ROWENA: I was afraid you might say that. [walking away, she drops a hex bag in front of the boys who start] Manete! [freezing the boys in place]

SAM: Rowena! Rowena, stop!

DEAN: Rowena, damn it!

SAM: Oh, come on. All right. [Sam tried to reach for the hex bag while Dean tries to break free by power jumping]

JAMIE: Okay, so you don’t think it said anything?

JENNIE: I told you, there’s all kinds of weird writing. I was totally honest about that. Maybe there was something wrong with his soul. Maybe he was, like, a really bad guy or something.

JAMIE: Come on. He was obviously a total Boy Scout. I don’t think that really matters. We need to do something.

JENNIE: I’m looking. I’m looking.

ROWENA: You were supposed to get the book and wait for me.

JAMIE: I…Uh…

JENNIE: Okay, like, the Winchesters were all over us and–

JAMIE: And we didn’t want to call you. Because we can take care of ourselves.

ROWENA: I told you about the book, where to look for the boys. We had a deal. Now I’ve had to use them to find you.

JAMIE: You brought them here?

ROWENA: When you nincompoops ran, I did what I had to do. But I can still cast the spell. We can still complete our deal.

JENNIE: You’d still help us?

ROWENA: As long as you give me the book when we’re done. You don’t need it anyway. Witches of your level would–

JENNIE: [interrupting} “Witches of our level”?

ROWENA: Yes

JAMIE: Are you saying what our Mom taught us wasn’t good enough? Jennie, I think she’s saying we’re not good enough.

JENNIE: You think you’re so smart, huh? Well, we already did the spell.

JAMIE: Mostly.

ROWENA: Mostly?

ROWENA: What have you done?

JENNIE: It’s like, step one of bringing her back.

JAMIE: We’ll figure out the rest after she kills you.

ROWENA: Unfortunate, but not my first zombie, luv. [swinging her arm at the figure] Abi!

JAMIE: Oh, side effect of the spell, she’s, like, magic-proof.

ROWENA: [Zombie comes after Rowena growling and hissing] Ooh!

JENNIE: And she’s totally gonna eat your brain.

[Exterior parking lot. Daylight]

DEAN: [irritated] Needed a minute, huh?

SAM: [trying to reach for the hex bag] You don’t have to say it, Dean.

DEAN: Oh, I’m gonna say it. She played you.

SAM: [defensively] She played us. And she’s scared.

DEAN: Yeah, well, she better be, Come on. You’re, like, 8 feet tall. You can’t reach that?

SAM: [straining to reach] I almost got it. Okay, got it, got it. All right.

DEAN: All right, let’s go k*ll some witches. [tossing the burning hex bag at Sam] You want that?

[Exterior asylum/Hell’s prison. Daylight. We see both Castiel and Lucifer armed with bloody angel blades]

CASTIEL: There’ll be more of them coming.

LUCIFER: You know, this would be so much easier if I were stronger. Hint, hint, hint. [Castiel turns to face Lucifer incredulously] Come on Castiel. We just fought side by side, mano e mano. You gotta trust me now, man. Come on.

CASTIEL: Oh, I trusted you when we fought the Darkness, and then you betrayed us. And I trusted you–

LUCIFER: Ah!

CASTIEL: Fool me once…

LUCIFER: [eyes fading back to normal] I promise to leave you a little. Come on.

CASTIEL: This is me, learning from my mistakes. [We see Lucifer’s eyes flicker between normal and red]

ROWENA: [to herself] It’s just a magical zombie. You’ve dealt with worse than magical zombies before, Rowena. Oh! [we see the zombie’s arm smashing through the door] [To the girls in the other room] Clearly you wanted your mom back in better shape! I can still do that. [Rowena rummages through the kitchen drawers looking for anything to help her]

JAMIE: Nah, you missed your chance to play nice.

JENNIE: And you’re kind of all bark, no bite, so she’s gonna bite you.

JAMIE: [laughing] You’re terrible.

[Sam and Dean enter the home with g*ns drawn]

DEAN: Rowena!

ROWENA: Boys! Wonderful! I’ve been stalling them until you arrived.

JAMIE: Hey, lovebug. Can’t introduce you to Mom right now. She’s busy. How ‘bout that kiss I owe you?

DEAN: [cocking his g*n] Sure.

JENNIE: [condescendingly] g*ns. Okay, super scary.

DEAN: Witch-k*lling b*ll*ts.

JAMIE/JENNIE: Moveantur!

DEAN: Sammy! They’re really weirdly strong.

SAM: I think it’s probably a spell.

JENNIE: [laughing] You think?

JAMIE: Jennie!

DEAN: Uhh! Aah! Son of a…

ROWENA: [frantically screaming to the boys] Magic won’t work on this abomination! Got any suggestions?! Quickly!

DEAN: Try sh**ting her in the head!

JAMIE: No!

JENNIE: Mom! [the zombie falls to the floor with a thud]

ROWENA: [surveying the situation] Impetus Bestiarum!

DEAN: Rowena.

ROWENA: [spitefully] End it.

ROWENA: [paging through the Grimoire] You really thought after all that, I was going to try to k*ll you?

SAM: Yeah, you double-crossed us.

ROWENA: Triple-cross, actually. So I ended up on your side, and we defeated the villains, just as I planned.

SAM: Yah, not buying that.

DEAN: And that book? You’re either going to give it to us or we can take it, either way.

ROWENA: [pleading whispers to Sam] You know what I’ve seen, what it’s like. Lucifer may be locked away, but he’ll be back. He always comes back. And when he does… I can’t be helpless again. I need the spell.

DEAN: Can’t believe I fell for a love spell. And I got clocked by a witch with a hammer.

SAM: And zombie mom. Those are the details that sell the story. [Sam hands Dean a beer]

DEAN: No, yeah, yeah. Getting b*at up by a girl, that’s a story I wanna tell someone.

SAM: Girls b*at us up all the time.

DEAN: [nodding in agreement, sips his beer] Mm. True. Hey, you know that Rowena is not our friend, right?

SAM: Yeah, I know.

DEAN: Hmm. [opens the Black Grimoire to where a page has been ripped from the book] So what’s that? [flips his finger at the torn page] You gave her the page. She got in your head man.

SAM: She didn’t get in my head.

DEAN: Look, what happened to Rowena was messed up, okay? But you just let the deadliest witch in the world walk away with a page from this book.

SAM: Yeah, and if Rowena breaks bad, I will hunt her down myself and put a b*llet in her. I will Dean. But if she’s right, and if she does see Lucifer again, then… I hope she makes him suffer.

DEAN: You gotta get out of this dark place. You know, whatever’s going on in your head…

SAM: Dean.

DEAN: What?

SAM: [inhales deeply] You know what? Honestly?

DEAN: Yeah, how ‘bout honestly.

SAM: I know what Rowena is dealing with. And she’s not the only one who… [inhales deeply] feels helpless.

DEAN: What do you mean?

SAM: I mean, I had a plan, you know. I, uh… Help Jack, bring Mom back. It wasn’t much, but it was something. It – it kept me from spinning off the rails. And now… Jack is gone, Mom is still in hell, basically, and I-I-I- just…

DEAN: We’ll figure it out.

SAM: [defeated and angry] Dean, we don’t have a plan. We don’t know what to do. So – so how?

DEAN: [confidently] I don’t know. But we will, you and me. [takes a drink of beer]

SAM: Yeah. Night. [exits kitchen]

[Exterior of upscale hotel room. Night.]

ROWENA: Ego sum filia naturae. Cum osculatione lunae. Da mihi vocem liberatam. Remitte vim meam. [more forcefully] Flam invincta. Ergo sum filia naturae. [we see a Kn*fe in one hand and the page from the Grimoire in the other] Cum osculatione lunae. [the pentagram on the page burns with a purple light] Da mihi vocem liberatam. Remitte vim meam. Flam invincta.

[ Groans ]

[ Continues gasping ]

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[ Breathing heavily ]

[ Wind gusts ]

[ Exhales slowly ]

[ Breathing heavily ]

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