13x14 - Good Intentions

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INTERIOR – APOCALYPSE WORLD – NIGHT

DEAN: Tough kid.

SAM: Yeah, I really thought that was it for us.

DEAN: Yeah. Well, killin’ vamps makes me hungry. Ah, home sweet home.

SAM: Feels good to be back.

DEAN: Yeah, you’re telling me.

SAM: The last few weeks have been a nightmare.

DEAN: You know what? We made it, though. You, me and the kid. Finally under one roof.

SAM: And you know what, honestly, it doesn’t matter where he’s been. I’m just glad Jack’s back.

DEAN: Right, home safe. Where he belongs.

SAM: Jack!

JACK: Sam? Dean?

SAM: Hurry!

JACK: Hold on!

DEAN: Jack! Help!

DEAN: In here! Help! The door, man! You gotta open the door!

JACK: It’s locked!

SAM: It’s a fire! We’re trapped!

JACK: What’s happening?!

DEAN: That’s it! That’s it! You’re doing it! Jack!

SAM: Jack? Jack, please! Open the door!

DEAN: Jack, open the door!

JACK: I can’t!

SAM: Jack, you gotta help us! Jack, please help!

DEAN: JACK!

MICHAEL: Zachariah, these mind games of yours aren’t working.

ZACHARIAH: We’re close. Okay, I’ll… I’ll keep trying.

MICHAEL: And you’re sure this… half-breed is our ticket to the other side?

ZACHARIAH: Yes. And not just a single one-way ticket like the prophet’s spell. This boy, he can open a rift big enough to march an army through. He has so much power. We just… have to make him use it.

MICHAEL: Then make him.

ZACHARIAH: Yes, Commander.

CASTIEL: Donatello?

DONATELLO: Come in!

CASTIEL: Um… Sam and Dean thought you might want some breakfast.

DONATELLO: Oh, yeah. Thank you.

CASTIEL: Are you okay?

DONATELLO: Fine, fine. Uh… just… the tablet, it… it has a raw energy. There’s a power here I’ve never seen. Tell the boys thank you for me, and uh, I’m making progress.

SAM: Don’t you think you should, uh, take it a little easy on the nitrates?

DEAN: Dude, if bacon’s what kills me, then I win.

SAM: Cas, hey. How’s Donatello?

CASTIEL: He says he’s making progress, but we still need archangel grace, we should be out looking for Lucifer.

SAM: We are.

DEAN: Look, we got word out to every hunter we know, okay? If they see something Satan-y… they’ll drop a dime.

CASTIEL: And Michael? If he succeeds in getting to our world first?

SAM: Cas, look. Right now, our best defence is a good offence.

DEAN: We’ll give Donatello everything he needs to open that gate, then we stealth in, we get mom, we get Jack, boom. Family reunion. It’s just gonna take some time.

CASTIEL: Beautiful, isn’t it?

JACK: Castiel.

CASTIEL: I wanted you to see the natural world before… before it was spoiled. Humans have good intentions, but… they never truly appreciated the gift they were given. Left to their own devices, humans… they would destroy everything.

JACK: Why?

CASTIEL: You’ve been so sheltered. Let me show you. Humans. They take, and they take. And they just can’t help themselves.

So, you… you have to help them. Jack, you have the power to save us all. And I can guide you. I can teach you some miraculous things.

JACK: What about Sam and Dean?

CASTIEL: Well, if only they’d accepted you, instead of teaching you to fear your powers.

JACK: My powers…

CASTIEL: Because they feared them. Now, if you’ll just do as I say—

JACK: No, that’s not true. I remember. I was with Sam and Dean the last time I used my powers. We got separated and… I was in the other world.

You’re not Castiel. None of this is real.

MICHAEL: Well, so much for k*lling him with kindness.

JACK: You. Michael?

ZACHARIAH: My Lord—

MICHAEL: We tried it your way.

Now… we do it mine.

DONATELLO: Eureka! Eureka! Eureka! Eureka! Eureka! Eureka!

DEAN: You stroking out?

DONATELLO: No, I-I cracked it!

CASTIEL: What?

DONATELLO: T-The spell. I-I finished the translation.

SAM: What? No way.

DONATELLO: [out of breath] Here’s the ingredients. Whew! Running is hard.

DEAN: Okay, what are we looking at?

CASTIEL: Besides archangel grace.

SAM: Actually, that’s not even in here. Maybe the spell on the Angel tablet’s different because this, oil of Abramelin, Angelica root, we-we have most of this stuff. Oh. Other than the—the hearts of Gog and Magog?

DEAN: Sorry. What?

DONATELLO: Um, they’re—they’re people. Kind of. Uh, sometimes referred to as brothers, other times lands. Uh… you know how Bibles are. Too damn many translations.

CASTIEL: Wait, Gog and—and Magog… I’d—I’d heard rumors, but I didn’t think they were human.

DONATELLO: Oh, yes. According to the tablet, they were ancient warriors who enslaved half the Fertile Crescent, until some priests cast a spell to bind them away in “a place without a place and a time without a time.”

DEAN: Okay, so we’re supposed to find these guys and cut out their hearts? How?

DONATELLO: The—the demon tablet has very specific instructions on how to free them. These men are very dangerous.

CASTIEL: Then I’ll do it.

DEAN: I’ll go with you.

DONATELLO: Excellent! And Sam and I will stay behind to, uh, uh, assemble the other ingredients. Now, um… where do you keep your virgin lamb’s blood?

JACK: Mary?

MARY: I’ve seen you before.

JACK: Your sons, Sam and Dean. They sent me.

MARY: Are they here?

JACK: No.

MARY: [sighs.] Thank God.

JACK: My name is Jack.

MARY: Jack? Your mother… wasn’t Kelly Kline?

JACK: You knew my mother?

MARY: I was there when you were born. And she, uh…

JACK: d*ed. I know.

MARY: You should be six months old.

JACK: I am. Sort of.

MARY: Jack, how did you get here?

JACK: I opened a door.

MARY: To another world? You can do that?

JACK: I—Sam and Dean—we were coming to save you, but something went wrong, and now it’s just me. And Michael, I… I tried to fight him, but he was in my head. He wants me to use my powers, but I don’t know why.

MARY: I do. You said he was in your head? Well, he’s in my head, too. And I saw everything. He’s gonna bring an army to our world and just…

JACK: He wants me to open the door. But I won’t. He can’t make me. I—I don’t care how much he hurts me.

MARY: [sighs] He’s not gonna hurt you, Jack. He’s gonna hurt me. Why do you think he brought you here? So that we would meet, so that we would talk. And then when he comes back, if you don’t do what he wants, he’s going to k*ll me.

DEAN: You ready?

CASTIEL: Yeah.

DEAN: How are you holdin’ up, Cas?

CASTIEL: I’m fine.

DEAN: No, I just mean with, you know, everything you’ve been through. And… I know you really wanna find Lucifer.

CASTIEL: No, it’s not that. It’s about… well, it is that, but it’s also I… Dean I was—I was dead.

DEAN: Temporarily.

CASTIEL: And I have to believe I was brought back for a reason.

DEAN: You were. Okay, Jack brought you back because we needed you back.

CASTIEL: Right. And how have I repaid him? I promised his mother that I would protect him, but now he’s trapped in that place while Lucifer is here, who’s… I mean, he’s getting stronger and more powerful by the day. And if Michael really is coming, maybe I was brought back to help prepare.

DEAN: Prepare for what?

CASTIEL: w*r. w*r is what Michael does.

DEAN: Well, then we do what we do. Whatever it takes.

SAM: Okay, how are we looking?

DONATELLO: We still need the Dead Sea brine and the, uh, wolfsbane.

SAM: On it.

DEAN: Alright, field in the middle of nowhere. Check. What’s next?

CASTIEL: Well, Donatello said that Gog and Magog can only be k*lled by a w*apon touched by God, so angel blade.

DEAN: Alright. Let’s rock and roll.

CASTIEL: [starts Enochian spell] Zoh nuh ray nuh rah juh. Kohrahx oh. Ee zee zohp ah. Mah oh. Ee vee gee.

DEAN: Well, Enochian’s kinda tough. Maybe you got a word wrong.

CASTIEL.: I don’t get “words wrong.”’

I told you.

CASTIEL: This is serious.

DEAN: [stifles laugh] Yeah, no, no, I-I-I know. But… they’re wearing—they’re wearing loincloths.

CASTIEL: Dean.

GOG[speaking ancient Canaanite] Well met, fellows!

MAGOG: [speaking ancient Canaanite] But where are their armies?

CASTIEL: It’s ancient – ancient Canaanite. They wanna know if we brought armies.

DEAN: Armies?

CASTIEL: To fight them.

GOG: [speaking ancient Canaanite] Whichever warrior releases us must face us in combat! He—

MAGOG: [speaking ancient Canaanite] Or she—

GOG: [speaking ancient Canaanite] Why interrupt me? You always do this.

MAGOG: [speaking ancient Canaanite] Do what?

GOG: [speaking ancient Canaanite] Contradict me!

DEAN: W—what now?

CASTIEL: Uh, they’re… arguing.

DEAN: Ah. [jokingly] Ask ‘em where they got their loincloths.

CASTIEL: Dean.

MAGOG: [speaking ancient Canaanite] … as soon as we k*ll these fellows!

GOG: [speaking ancient Canaanite] Good! Good! Which shall we k*ll first?

MAGOG: [speaking ancient Canaanite] I will k*ll the pretty one.

DEAN: It’s a furry diaper.

CASTIEL: Dean.

GOG: [speaking ancient Canaanite] They are equally pretty.

MAGOG: [speaking ancient Canaanite] The smaller one, then—

GOG: Eh.

MAGOG: [speaking ancient Canaanite] Enough! You! Embrace your beautiful death!

CASTIEL: Uh, he just said that he’s gonna—he’s gonna—

DEAN: No, I got it.

DEAN: Cas! What the hell?!

CASTIEL: He said their blades were forged by a god!

DEAN: Cool.

GOG: [speaking in ancient Canaanite] I hate doing this! You are very beautiful!

DEAN: Forged by God, touched by God, same thing.

CASTIEL: [as he sits up] Yeah. Apparently.

CASTIEL: Dean, we have a problem. He isn’t human. He appears to be a primitive beast formed of rock and sand.

DEAN: That’s a thing?

CASTIEL: Yeah. A very old thing. I thought they had gone extinct during the flood.

DEAN: So what does this mean for us?

CASTIEL: [pours the sand and rocks out of his hand] it means… they don’t have hearts.

MARY: When Michael comes back, you… you let him k*ll me.

JACK: What?

MARY: Do not open that door.

JACK: [stands up] No. No, we’re getting out of here.

MARY: [stands up] We can’t.

JACK: Yes, we can. I—I’m strong. I should be able to save us both, but every time I try to use my powers here, even things I know how to do, it’s all wrong. It’s just… my head, it… it doesn’t stop pounding.

MARY: Your head hurts?

Mine, too. I—I’ve had migraines ever since they locked me in here. I… thought it was the t*rture. But maybe… maybe this place has warding so strong that humans can feel it.

JACK: You think that’s why my powers aren’t working?

MARY: My headache… I have it everywhere except… [she walks back to the window] right here. This is the only place it ever lets up.

JACK: Because the warding’s weaker.

MARY: Worth a sh*t.

JACK: It’s working.

SAM: Okay, I think that’s everything.

DONATELLO: Almost.

MICHAEL: Find him and bring him back to me.

ZACHARIAH: And the woman?

MICHAEL: k*ll her, in front of the boy. Make her feel it.

Zachariah. Don’t fail me again.

JACK: How far till we’re safe?

MARY: Out here? I’m not sure there’s any such thing. Wait! Shh!

JACK: [whispers] I think they’re gone.

BOBBY: Are you angel, demon or human?

MARY: Human. We’re human.

BOBBY: Mary Campbell? It’s Bobby. Singer.

MARY: Bobby. My boys… they told me about you.

BOBBY: Your boys?

MARY: Dean and Sam Winchester.

BOBBY: Oh, I remember. The daytrippers, right?

MARY: You called me Mary Campbell. Do you know me?

BOBBY: Well, you knew you. The other you. She… well, hell, I thought you were a damn ghost. Turns out you’re just from a whole other world, which is… weirder when you think about it. [he looks at Jack] Who’s the kid?

MARY: Um…

JACK: [raises his hand] I’m Jack.

MARY: Friend of the family.

BOBBY: Well, that’s good enough for me. You better come with us.

DEAN: Sam? Sammy!

SAM: Yeah, I’m right here!

DEAN: Tried to get a hold of you.

SAM: Yeah, well, um, I’ve been a little busy, Dean. Sorry.

CASTIEL: What happened?

SAM: Donatello happened. He… att*cked me.

DEAN: The Muppet professor att*cked you? Why?

SAM: I better just show you. Come here.

DONATELLO: … must bear witness to possess ability of it. To protect it. Yes. Protect the power. The power has been given you to tread… upon… your enemies!

SAM: He att*cked me. I didn’t wanna hurt him, but he—he just kept on coming at me, and… biting. So I had to lock him up in there. We were prepping the spell, and he just snapped.

DEAN: Yeah, I think it’s all a set up.

SAM: What?

CASTIEL: Gog and Magog, they can’t be part of the spell.

DEAN: Cause they don’t have hearts.

SAM: Wait a second. Then why did he…

CASTIEL: Because Donatello wanted them to k*ll us. He wants us dead.

BOBBY Well, welcome to home, sweet home.

JACK: What happened to them?

BOBBY: Angels happened.

JACK: Angels did this?

BOBBY: They’ve done worse. Two days ago, angels dive-bombed a colony in San Antonio. 400 people. Not a soul left alive. This ain’t a w*r. This is an extermination.

MARY: Bobby… Michael, he’ll be lookin’ for us.

BOBBY: Don’t worry. We got protocols protecting us. Wardings, lookouts in the trees, few other tricks up our sleeves. Besides, Mary Campbell saved my ass more than a few times. It’d be rude not to return the favour.

DEAN: Donnie. What happened, man? I thought we were friends.

DONATELLO: Friend? I see how you, both of you, look at me. Covetous. Well, God didn’t choose you for this part, Dean. He chose me.

SAM: [through the laptop] Donatello, whatever it is you’re feeling, whatever it is you’re going through,

SAM: You can fight this.

DONATELLO: [laughing] I don’t wanna fight it. I… [looks at DEAN] you’re supposed to be dead.

DEAN: Sorry about that.

SAM: Was it the tablet that—that did this to you or—

DONATELLO: It didn’t do anything to me.

DONATELLO: I translated the tablet. All of it! I saw the power of God! It’s all up here.

DONATELLO: And you wanna take it from me.

SAM: No, we don’t. That’s not true. We—we just wanna help you.

DONATELLO: [laughs] No. You just brought me here to use me and get your precious spell back. You’re wasting your time. And if it’s a little magic you wanna be seein’… [whispers] Suffocetur.

SAM: Donatello, listen, we…

SAM: Dean? Dean! Hey, hey! Hey! Hey!

SAM: Dean! Dean!

DEAN: I’m okay. I’m okay.

BOBBY: Go easy. I added a nip of whiskey.

I don’t mean to stare. Just… you… you look just like her. Give or take a year or two.

MARY: What was she like?

BOBBY: Mary Campbell was a… complicated woman. Brave, but sad. Full of regret.

MARY: Let me guess. She made a bad demon deal?

BOBBY: Opposite. She didn’t make one. Lost the love of her life. Never moved on.

MARY: And Dean and Sam were never born. Bobby, I made that deal. And it—I brought my boys a lot of pain. But what happened here, in your world? Sam and Dean stopped that w*r in mine.

BOBBY: Then I’d say you made the right choice.

MARY: Huh.

BOBBY: Well, I don’t know much, but… I do know you done good by your boys. They hadn’t been here five minutes when they were trying to convince me to come with them to their world.

MARY: But you said “no”.

BOBBY: Mary… your world’s got your boys. This place? I’m pretty much all it’s got.

BOBBY: What is he? A witch? Psychic?

MARY: Jack’s a Nephilim.

BOBBY: Excuse me?

MARY: He… he’s… half-angel, half—

BOBBY: I know what it means. Why I don’t get is why the hell you would bring one into my camp. You know what angels have done to us. I… I trusted you. I want him gone by morning.

MARY: If he goes, I go with him.

BOBBY: Well, then that’s your choice.

MARY: Yeah.

BOBBY: Look, Mary, when this all started, when Lucifer and his demon army rose out of Hell, we thought the angels were on our side. But one by one, they turned on us. He will, too. It’s just a matter of time.

DEAN: Alright, what else do we know? Besides all work and no play makes Donatello a homicidal boy?

SAM: Maybe—maybe something in the—the tablet snapped him.

CASTIEL: No, no. Prophets are conduits. Whatever’s in the tablets should just flow through them. I heard of one who was tempted once, but never fully corrupted.

DEAN: Well, Kevin translated it, and it was hard on him, sure, but he—he never went full-on psycho.

CASTIEL: Okay, so what was different about Donatello?

SAM: He doesn’t have a soul.

CASTIEL: What?

DEAN: Is that bad?

CASTIEL: Yes, that’s bad. Theoretically, the—the human soul would act as a filter inoculating the prophet against whatever darkness is in the tablet.

DEAN: Alright. Um, well, how do we fix him?

CASTIEL: I don’t think we do.

DEAN: Okay. Hold on.

SAM: We were so close. We almost had it.

DEAN: What are you talkin’ about?

SAM: Our plan, Dean. The spell, get mom back. Donatello’s soul is gone. That’s not just something you come back from.

DEAN: You did.

SAM: Yeah, because you convinced Death to get my soul back from the cage, but Amara ate Donatello’s soul. There’s nothing to get back. It’s gone.

CASTIEL: And Donatello’s already corrupted. I… perhaps the kindest thing to do would be to end his suffering.

SAM: What?

CASTIEL: I don’t like it either. But if Donatello’s life ends, then another prophet comes into being and they can finish the translation.

DEAN: So what, you just wanna k*ll him?

SAM: No! No k*lling! We just need the spell.

CASTIEL: Fine.

DEAN: Cas.

SAM: What are you doing?

CASTIEL: What I have to.

DEAN: Hey!

SAM: Cas!

DEAN: Cas!

Cas! Come on, let us in!

SAM: Cas! Oh, come on.

MARY: You really like it here.

JACK: These people… everyone’s so brave.

MARY: But we can’t stay.

JACK: Why not? Because of me?

MARY: I’m sorry, Jack. It’s not fair.

BOBBY: We got incoming!

MARY: Run!

CASTIEL: The spell to open the gate—you gave us the wrong ingredients.

DONATELLO: Duh.

CASTIEL: But you know the right ones.

DONATELLO: I might. But like I told Sam and Dean, you’re wasting your time.

CASTIEL: Well, I’m not Sam and Dean.

DONATELLO: What are you gonna do?

CASTIEL: I am going to do something that I promised I would never do to a human being without their permission. I’m gonna strip the spell from your mind.

DONATELLO: You—you—you—you can’t. I—I’ve absorbed too much power. Y-y-you’ll fry us both!

CASTIEL: I might.

DONATELLO: Ardeat intus—

CASTIEL: I’m sorry, but I’m not going to let you or anyone hurt the people I love. Not again.

BOBBY: You. This is your fault.

MARY: What?

BOBBY: He used his powers. Must’ve been how they found us.

JACK: I didn’t… I didn’t mean to.

BOBBY: Well, ain’t that just gravy.

MARY: What can we do to help?

BOBBY: Here. Take this.

There’s a grain cellar, escape tunnels running underneath. Round up any kids you can find, get ‘em safe.

JACK: [to MARY] I’ll come with you.

BOBBY: You’ve done enough.

MARY: Jack… the angels, we can’t let them find you, so just… find some place and hide.

DEAN: Cas?

CASTIEL: Well, I know what we have to do.

ZACHARIAH Find the child. k*ll the rest.

MARY: Okay. Shh, shh, shh. I’ve got you.

ZACHARIAH: Mary Winchester.

MARY: [to the girl] Run!

ZACHARIAH: The half-breed… where is he?

MARY: Go to hell.

ZACHARIAH: Witty.

JACK: Stop!

ZACHARIAH: Perfect timing. Enjoy the show.

JACK: I said… stop.

BOBBY: More incoming!

JACK: No!

BOBBY: Rest easy. We got ya.

BOBBY: Well, I don’t know what to say except thank you.

MARY: Jack, what you did was amazing.

JACK: I had to come back. Sam and Dean, they wouldn’t run. They’d stay and fight. These angels, what they’re doing, they’re not gonna stop. As long as Michael’s out there, this w*r will never be over.

BOBBY: So what are you saying?

JACK: I have to k*ll him.

CASTIEL: Well?

SAM: Well… guess you could say Donatello is alive.

CASTIEL: You told me not to k*ll him.

DEAN: Yeah, but, Cas, you turned him into… he’s brain dead. Machines keeping him breathing. What’s wrong with you?

CASTIEL: Nothing.

SAM: Cas—

CASTIEL: His soul was gone. He was corrupted. He was a danger to himself and to you and to all of humanity. Did you know that he was working with Asmodeus?

SAM: What? No.

CASTIEL: Not by choice, but he was. Some people just can’t be saved.

DEAN: Yeah, but who gets to make that choice? You? What exactly gives you the right?

CASTIEL: Nothing. I took it. And if I hadn’t acted, we would still be sitting around and talking about what to do next. We would be wasting time. And it’s time we don’t have, Dean. I told you, w*r is coming. w*r. And I did what soldiers do. Now we needed the spell to open the rift, and I got it. We need four major ingredients:

the grace of an archangel… a fruit from the Tree of Life… the Seal of Solomon… and the blood of “a most holy man.” We find those things, we can bring everybody home. And together, we can b*at Lucifer and Michael. This is the only way we win, and this is the only way we survive.

It’s like you said, Dean. Whatever it takes.