I am inside you.
Is it me, or is this just like the cage?
[ Grunts ]
Meg.
So, Dean, what's poor, dead Castiel doing in that junker
out there?
He doesn't know he's Cass. I know.
So, here's the deal -- I need friends.
We go straight to Sam.
So, you're saying there's nothing?
This isn't a problem I can make disappear.
But I may be able to shift it.
I don't know. I mean, we can't just leave him.
Dean: Well, we can't bring him with us.
Everything on the planet's out for us, okay? This is safer.
Welcome to the team, Nurse Masters.
Dean: So Dick's funding an archaeological dig?
Outstanding.
You will call as soon as the package is in hand.
I don't know. Whatever it is, he wants it bad,
which means we got to grab it -- end of story.
I've been looking for this for a very, very long time.
Sam: So now what? Dean: That's a good question.
Why don't we answer that a few thousand miles away from here, though?
[ Classical music playing on cello ]
[ Cellphone vibrating ]
[ Computer chimes ]
[ Vibrating continues ]
[ Chiming continues ]
[ Cellphone beeps ]
Channing: Hey, Kevin.
Princeton just adjusted its acceptance rate
down to 8.7% for 2013. Breathe, Kevin.
Are you studying?
I'm talking to you.
I'll start on probability and statistics in 14 minutes.
I hate probability.
Tomorrow's my last chance to get a perfect math score.
Your S.A.T.s are great!
Channing, everybody's S.A.T.s are great.
I have to do perfect.
[ Keyboard clacks ]
I have absolutely nothing to say.
I know. I know what you mean.
I read one by a kid who got into Cornell.
He didn't have any arms or legs or anything.
He had to type the whole thing with his mouth.
[ Sighs ] It was beautiful.
I am so screwed.
You know, no matter what, one day,
college isn't going to matter anymore.
You're out of your mind.
[ Grunts ]
[ Sighs ]
That's a lot of fuss over a caveman lego.
Yeah.
Well, whatever Dick wants is bricked up inside that.
All right.
[ Thunder rumbles ]
[ Tab pops ]
[ Thunder rumbles ]
[ Thunder crashes ]
That sound like somebody saying, "no, wait -- stop" to you?
Uh...Yeah. Yeah.
Yeah.
Oh, well.
[ Thunder crashing ]
[ Thunder rumbling ]
[ thunder rumbling ]
[ Mid-tempo rock music plays ]
[ Thunder crashes ]
I don't know.
I think the line might panic when they turn this corner,
see the blade assembly up ahead.
[ Cellphone ringing ]
Strange, isn't it,
that someone would choose to be named "Dick"?
[ Cellphone beeps ]
Yes?
[ Telephone rings ]
Kevin: This is Kevin Tran's voicemail.
Please leave a message.
[ Beep ]
Mrs. Tran: Kevin, it's mom.
I know you're at school already,
about to take the test.
And I know all your hard work
will net the results we've discussed... Wait! What?!
...but like Dr. Ender said,
don't obsess on the "perfect."
No. No. No!
That's just a nice feather in our cap, if we get it.
Now, Kevin, we're about to finish up our last seminar.
My flight's confirmed for 7:00,
so I'll see you at breakfast tomorrow.
Love you, honey.
Reporter: ...At a lost to explain the continent-wide storm system
that appeared seemingly out of nowhere,
blanketing a good part of the nation
in freak lightning displays.
Here with Dr. Marlon Price of the U.S. Meteorological Society
had a press conference earlier today.
Price: "Baffled"? No, I'm not baffled.
Frankly, I'm offended.
This is not the way weather behaves.
[ Water running ]
[ Water shuts off ]
Bobby?
Bobby, that you?
Sam: Think so.
[ Warbling ]
But that whole adventure at Roman's
seems to have drained his batteries.
[ Sighs, sniffs ]
So, what?
We start the storm heard 'round the world?
When we broke this thing open last night,
every maternity ward within a hundred-mile radius got slammed.
Looks like any woman in the last month of her pregnancy
went into labor.
[ Scoffs ] Hmm.
This one goes out to all the ladies.
So, heavyweight signs, omens -- what do we got?
I assume it's writing.
I've never seen anything like it, ever.
And it doesn't match anything in any book or online.
All right, so big daddy chomper lands here,
he grabs himself some dick...
And then he starts
secretly underwriting university departments,
pouring money into digs -- all for this.
Why?
[ Scoffs ] No clue.
We do know that he will be tearing new ones
until he gets it back, though.
Look, we got to take a minute,
hole up somewhere safe, find out what we've got.
Rufus' cabin, then?
Yeah.
This time, I'm doing the shopping.
[ Cellphone ringing ]
It's Meg.
[ Cellphone beeps ]
What?
Meg: What up, Bullwinkle?
Just a little FYI call. Your boy's awake.
What? Cass is awake.
When? When?
Last night about 8:00.
And you waited till now to call us?
I've been busy with Cass.
He's just a tad different than when he dozed off, 'kay?
What do you mean, different?
Hey, Seacrest, guess what -- not a nurse.
Just playing one on TV.
Want answers? Start driving.
[ Cellphone beeps ]
Great.
So, Indiana?
Yeah.
8:00 last night.
Yeah. [ Sighs ]
Same time we opened up that thing.
Aah! Aah!
[ Tires screech ]
[ Cellphone rings ] Aah!
[ Cellphone beeps ]
Hello?
Kevin? Where were you today? You missed the test!
I...
And student council and quartet.
I had to take my mom's car.
I think I had a seizure or something.
I've been chosen. It's my birthright.
Oh, my God, Kevin, all the pressure you've been under.
This isn't one of those overachiever-teen meltdowns,
is it?
I'm supposed to keep going.
I'm not allowed to stop.
What do you mean, "not allowed"?
Is someone with you?
They didn't make you take your mother's car, did they?
Kevin?!
We raced all the way here. Now I don't know.
I can't say I'm fired up to see what's left of the guy.
You think he remembers at all?
[ Scoffs ] That, and I'm guessing
whatever kind of hell baggage he lifted off of your plate.
It's not gonna be pretty.
Hey. Excuse me, gentlemen, but it's way past visiting hours.
It's okay, Abel. I've been expecting them.
Hello, boys.
Hey, Cass.
Hello, Dean.
Sam.
Hey, Castiel.
Look at you, walkin' and talkin'.
That's -- that's great, right?
Pull my finger.
What?
My finger --
pull it.
[ Laughs ]
Sam: Just hang on, Cass. Wait.
Let us catch up to you for a second.
So, you're saying you remember who you are, what you are.
Yes. Of course.
Oh.
Outside today, in the garden, I followed a honeybee.
I saw the route of flowers.
It's all right there, the whole plan.
There's nothing to add.
You might want to add a little thorazine.
Meg: Right?
He's been like the naked guy at the rave ever since he woke up.
Totally useless.
Will you look at her? My caretaker.
All of that thorny pain. So beautiful.
We've been over this. I don't like poetry.
Put up or shut up.
Okay. [ Clears throat ]
So, Cass, you said you woke up last night?
Castiel: Yes.
I heard a ping that pierced me, and, well,
you wouldn't have heard it
unless you were an Angel at the time.
That's also when we opened this.
Oh. Of course. Now I understand.
Understand what?
You're the ones.
Well...
[ Chuckles ] ...I guess that makes sense.
What makes sense?
If someone was going to free the Word
from the vault of the earth, it would end up being you two.
I love you guys.
Oh.
Uck.
All right. All right. Okay.
[ Clears throat ] Yeah, yeah.
You said something about "The Word."
Is that what's written on there?
Did you know that a cat's penis
is sharply barbed along its shaft?
I know for a fact the females were not consulted about that.
Cass, please, we're losing ground out there, okay?
We need your help.
Can you not see that?
This is the handwriting of Metatron.
Metatron? [ Scoffs ]
You saying a Transformer wrote that?
No. That's Megatron.
What?!
The Transformer -- it's Megatron.
What?
Metatron.
He's an Angel.
He's the scribe of God.
He took down dictation when creation was being formed.
And that's the word of God?
One of them, yes.
Uh...Well, what's it say, then?
Uh...
"Tree"?
"Horse"? "Fiddler crab"? I can't read it.
It wasn't meant for angels.
Okay, this all sounds bad.
What are you two jackasses doing with the word of God?
Let me see that thing.
Back off, Meg.
Come on, it's my ass, too.
Back off.
Damn it!
Enough of this "demons are second-class citizens" crap!
Don't like conflict.
[ Rustling ]
Uh...
What the hell was that?
You heard him. He doesn't like conflict.
He's down in the dayroom now. I guarantee it.
All right, I'll go handle Cass.
Sam, will you please pick up the word of God?
Yeah.
What are you guys caught up in now?
I deserve to know, Sam.
Okay, fine.
I'll hit the road, then.
Let me just go get my angel.
Meg, what are you talking about? Stop.
We both call, who do you think Cass will come to?
I'm guessing me.
You heard him -- thorny beauty, blah, blah.
I'm the Saint who stayed with him.
He owes me. His words.
Yeah, what about what he owes us?
Well, work on him a little.
Maybe he'll start crushing on you, too, hot stuff.
What are you gonna do with a broken angel? Don't be stupid.
I'll take power where I can get it.
I've got myself to look out for.
[ Door closes ]
What the hell?
[ Panting ]
Hey!
Aah!
Not a demon or a chomper. What the hell are you?
[ Panting ]
I'm a... K-Kevin Tran.
I'm in advanced placement. P-p-p-p-please don't kill me.
I'm not gonna kill you.
[ Grunts ]
I'm sorry.
[ Grunting ]
I-I'm sorry. I...
I don't -- I don't know why, but I can't let go of this.
You realize you just broke God's word?
It's Sam's thing, isn't it?
You taking on his, uh, cage-match scars.
I'm guessing that's what broke your bank, right?
Well, it took... everything to get me here.
What are you talking about, man?
Dean, I know you want different answers.
No, I want you to button up your coat
and help us take down Leviathans.
Do you remember what you did?
Do you want to go first?
You really stepped in it, kid.
[ Laughs ] Oh, man.
All I know is, this is -- it's for me.
I'm supposed to keep it.
Good luck.
But you don't know what it is?
Open it.
You know, we weren't sure at first
which monkeys were gonna make it.
No offense, but I was backing the Neanderthals
because their poetry was...just amazing.
It's in perfect tune with the spheres.
But in the end, it was you --
the homo sapiens sapiens.
You guys ate the apple, invented pants.
Cass, where do we find this, uh, Metatron?
Is he still alive?
I'm sorry. I -- I think you have to go back to start.
This is important.
[ Chuckles ]
[ Game piece slams ]
I think Metatron could stop a lot of bad.
You understand that?
We live in a "sorry" universe.
It's engineered to create conflict.
I mean, why should I prosper from...
your misfortune?
But these are the rules.
I didn't make them.
You made some of them.
When you tried to become God,
when you cut that hole into that wall.
Dean...
...it's your move.
Forget the damn game!
[ Game pieces clatter ]
Forget the game, Cass.
I'm sorry, Dean.
No.
You're playing "Sorry""
Kevin: It's writing.
Yeah. Yeah, we get that.
What's Leviathan?
What? You can read it? Is that what it says?
Sort of. It hurts a little.
Like looking through somebody else's glasses,
but I think it...
It's about Leviathan, how it came to be.
God locked him up far away, right?
Like in jail... Because they're so...
they're...
...they're real, aren't they?
Yeah, Kevin. They -- they are. And they're here.
Does it say anything about how to kill them?
'Cause that's -- that's kind of been a problem.
I don't know. It's not like reading reading.
It -- it's hard to focus on it too long.
Sam. Something's up.
What? [ Electricity crackling ]
Aah!
Sam: Kevin, hey, hey, hey.
Kevin.
[ Glass shatters ]
[ Rustling ]
Demon.
[ Rustling ]
[ Indistinct whispering ]
What?
Sam.
He's talking to angels.
A demon whore and a Winchester...again.
Step away from the Prophet!
Who? Who, me?
Sole keeper of the word on earth, we are here to take you.
What do you mean, "take"?
Kill the demon and her lover.
That's not how it -- we're not --
Where did you get that?!
[ Rustling ]
[ Pants ]
Castiel?
Hi.
You're alive?
You.
Hello, Hester.
You smote thousands in Heaven.
You gave a big, scary speech. Then you were gone.
What the hell was that?!
Rude, for one thing.
Where have you been?
Oh, Inias.
Hester, I...
I know you want something --
answers.
I...
I wish it could be that --
there are still many things I can teach you.
I can offer, um, well, perspective.
Here.
Pull my finger.
Uh...
Meg will -- will get another light,
and I'll -- I'll blow it out again.
And, well, this time, it'll be funny,
and we'll all look back and laugh.
You're insane.
Hey.
Heads up, Sunshine.
All angels blown back to their corners.
We got like three, four hours tops.
Meg, where did you get that?
A lot of angels died this year.
What's happening?!
[ Breathing heavily ]
What's happening?! [ Breathing heavily ]
What is that?
It's, uh... Kevin Tran.
He's, uh, in advanced placement.
So, these Leviathans -- these monsters are real.
And angels with wings?
No. Uh...
No wings. No anything.
No junk. Junkless.
So, Kevin, you can, uh, read the chicken scratch
on the God rock, huh?
[ Stammers ]
That is back in one piece, I see.
And you're saying that there's some sort of
a "How to punch Dick" recipe in there somewhere?
I don't know what you're saying,
but it seems kind of like an "in case of emergency" note.
What did they mean by "Prophet"?
Oh, no. Really?
Yeah. Yeah, that's what the angel said.
I don't want to be a Prophet.
No. You don't at all.
Gentlemen, we've got to start running and hiding.
Or do you want to tangle with those wing nuts twice?
I'm sorry. Did you say "we"?
I'm on the angels' radar now.
You think I don't need a little safety in numbers?
All right, we'll go to Rufus' cabin.
Kid can do his book report there.
Man: We know you're hungry.
Why not enjoy Biggerson's homemade pie bar?
It's like a salad bar but with pie.
Reporter: Now back to our top story on news 10,
the search for the missing honor student.
Collins: The victim in this case
reportedly insisted he'd been chosen by birthright,
causing speculation that a cult may be behind the abduction.
The family car is also missing.
Federal authorities have been placed on alert.
Reporter: Again, 16-year-old honor student Kevin Tran
reportedly taken from his Michigan home early yesterday.
Oh, crap.
Sam: Hey.
So, we got another wrinkle.
Uh, looks like Kevin's gone missing...
And it's gone federal.
Yeah.
Where's Meg?
I'm here.
Great, so now we're kidnappers?
Not if we shut up about it.
Why? Who'd we kidnap?
Oh, God.
What?
Nothing. Nothing.
Just...
my life...
my future...
[ Cellphone rings ]
...my girlfriend... [ Cellphone beeps ]
My mom's car. Yeah.
Yeah, Castiel. It's me.
Cass? Where? Where is he?
Shut up. No. No, Cass.
You talk.
Perth?
"Perth"? As in Australia?
What dogs?
He says he's surrounded by unhappy dogs.
Oh. Okay.
He's at a dog track in Perth.
Yeah, they're unhappy 'cause the rabbit's fake.
Listen, we're on highway 94, north of St. Cloud, Minnesota,
just passing mile marker 79.
[ Rustling ]
[ Gasps ] Aah!
Kevin, this is Castiel.
You're one of the angels?
Boop.
Meg, are you hurt?
Shut up.
Guys, what happened back there? Who were those guys?
They're from the Garrison -- my old Garrison.
Looks like Hester's taken over.
We were assigned to watch the earth.
Often, it was boring.
The wars were very boring and the sex --
you know, the repetition.
Anyway, I was, uh...
I was their Captain.
Isn't that strange?
Cass, why are they pissed at us now?
You know, those racing dogs were absolutely miserable.
They can only think in ovals.
Cass, don't make me pull this car over!
Why are angels after us?
Are you angry? Why are you angry?
No, I-I'm...
Please, can we just stay on target?
There is no reason for anger. They're only following protocol.
If the word of God is revealed,
a keeper of the word will awaken,
like this hot potato right here.
Please stop that.
Anyway,
Garrison code dictates you take the keeper to the desert
to learn the word away from men.
Dean: What kind of sense does that make?
He has to tell us so that we can use it.
That's God and his shiny red apples.
I can't live in the desert. I-I'm applying to Princeton!
Dean: Okay, you know what? Screw the Garrison.
We need the tablet to end Sick Roman's "soylent us" crap.
If you want the word,
you'll have to duck Hester and her soldiers.
Yeah, you're in our corner, right, Cass?
No, I don't fight anymore.
I watch the bees.
Let's leave off angel-proofing sigils or I'll be expelled, too.
As long as we're invisible to your Garrison buddies,
it works for me.
I'm sure you're pretty hungry,
so once we get settled in upstairs,
we'll get some dinner going.
This looks like a sex-torture dungeon.
Is this a sex-torture dungeon?
No, this is not a sex-torture...
Get over here. Sit down and read, would you?
You seem troubled.
Of course, that's a primary aspect of your personality,
so I sometimes ignore it.
Okay. Um...
...right now I'm just wondering about you.
What about me?
You're worried about the burden I lifted from you.
I think I was done for.
Do you see Lucifer?
I did at first.
It was...
It was a projection of yours, I think, sort of an aftertaste.
Now I more see... well, everything.
It's funny. I was -- I was done for, too.
The weight of all my mistakes,
all those lives and souls lost, I...
I couldn't take it, either.
I was [sighs]
I was lost until I took on your pain.
It's strange to think that that helped, but --
I know you never did anything but try to help.
I realize that, Cass, and I'm grateful.
We're all grateful.
And we're gonna help you get better, okay?
No matter what it takes.
What do you mean, "better"?
[ Breathing heavily ]
Kevin.
[ Breathing heavily ] This is all too much.
What's happened to my life?
I'm just a kid from Michigan.
I didn't want to be a word keeper!
[ Heavy breathing continues ]
Looks like we're brown-baggin' it.
I am not prepared to factor the supernatural into my world view.
Okay, there we go.
That's it. That's it. Just breathe. Take it easy.
[ Breathing deeply ]
[ Sighs ]
I don't know, man. What can I say?
You've been chosen.
And it sucks. Believe me.
There's no use asking "why me?"
'Cause the angels -- they don't care.
I think maybe they just don't have the equipment to care.
Seems like when they try, it just...
...breaks them apart.
I just want to be
the first Asian-American President of the United States.
Then do your homework.
[ Sighs ]
[ Brakes hiss ]
See? I'm here, just like I said.
You'd better start talking, skank.
Tell me again why I'm not just hauling you off
to the king's cash window.
Come on, Rosco.
I told you. I've got something way better.
You know how Crowley likes presents.
He's not gonna care if we bring in the Winchesters.
Yesterday's news.
Not the Winchesters.
I've got the angel who double-crossed him.
I've got Castiel.
Nah.
Castiel -- he's dead.
Right, 'cause you're in that loop.
Where is he, then?
First, I want to know how many of you jerks I have to cut in.
[ Laughs ]
You think we're stupid?
We didn't tell anybody.
I love demons.
[ Grunts ]
[ Grunting ]
Didn't expect to see you back.
Yeah, not without the King's army.
Knife.
Meg: Typical.
I save our bacon,
and you're sitting here, waiting by a devil's trap.
Seriously, I just killed two of Crowley's men.
I could have gone the other way on that.
It's true, incidentally.
There's other demons' blood on that blade.
Look, I'm simpler than you think.
I've figured one thing out about this world --
just one, pretty much.
You find a cause, and you serve it.
Give yourself over, and it orders your life.
Lucifer and Yellow Eyes -- their mission was it for me.
So, what?
We should trust you because you wanted to free Satan from hell?
I'm talking "cause," douche bag,
as in reason to get up in the morning.
Obviously, these things shift over time.
We learn, we grow.
Now, for me currently, the cause is bringing down the King.
And I know we'll need help to do it.
Crowley ain't the problem this year.
When are you gonna get it? Crowley's always the problem.
He's just waiting for the right moment to strike.
I know what I'm supposed to do.
And it isn't screw with Sam and Dean
or lose the only angel who'd go to bat for me.
Castiel: This is good --
harmony, communication.
Now our only problem is Hester.
What?
Well, here, we're hidden from the Garrison,
but when you killed a demon, you put out a pretty clear beacon.
We need better angel-proofing now.
Hester: You took the Prophet from us?!
I'm -- I'm sorry?
You have fallen in every way imaginable.
Please, Castiel.
We have to follow the code. Help us do our work.
He can't help you. He can't help anybody.
We don't need his help...
or his permission.
The Keeper goes to the desert tonight.
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Back off.
We're actually trying to clean up one of your Angel's messes!
You know that.
Castiel: He's right.
An angel brought the Leviathan back into this world,
and -- and they begged him.
They begged him not to do it.
Look, just give us some time, okay?
We will take care of your Prophet.
Why should we give you anything...
After everything you have taken from us?
The very touch of you corrupts.
When Castiel first laid a hand on you in hell, he was lost!
For that, you're going to pay.
Please.
They're the ones we were put here to protect.
No, Castiel.
No more madness!
No more promises!
No more new Gods!
[ Grunting ]
Hester! No!
Please!
There's so few of us left.
[ Grunts ]
You wanted free will.
Now I'm making the choices.
Meg: What?
Someone had to.
These are strange times.
I think they've always been.
I wish you'd come with us.
Oh, I'm not part of the Garrison anymore, Inias.
I'm sorry.
[ Pen clicks ]
[ Sam sighs ]
Thanks, Kevin.
Not a lot of people could handle this.
You doing all right there, "chosen one"?
Yeah.
Are you ready, Kevin Tran?
Bring the Keeper to his home. We can watch over him there.
[ Rustling ]
I couldn't find Meg anywhere.
Yes, well, she enjoys laying low.
Here.
Leviathan cannot be slain
but by a bone of a righteous mortal
washed in the three bloods of the fallen.
Uh...
It says we need to start with the blood of a fallen angel.
Well, you know me.
I'm always happy to bleed for the Winchesters.
What are you gonna do, Cass?
I don't know.
Isn't that amazing?
[ Rustling ]
Well, let's get to work.
We're going everything we can.
Mrs. Tran, believe me.
He said he'd had a s-seizure.
What -- what if they hit him?
What if he has a brain injury?
You need to trust us, okay?
It won't help to wear yourself out with worry.
[ Rustling ]
Mom?
Kevin!
Oh!
[ Cries ]
Who are you?
It's -- it's okay, Mom. They brought me back.
They're keeping me safe.
I don't believe that's true.
Rock beats scissor.
Leviathan beats Angel.
Hello, Kevin.