SAMUEL: Look, I’d like to help, but I’m sorry.ĭEAN: What is wrong with you? Do you wanna work for Crowley? Cas, can you give us a minute? We’re your blood. SAMUEL: If I even knew, why would I tell you? SAMUEL: Can I help you? What do you want? Sam, Dean and Castiel are searching Samuel’s study for clues. Crowley’s hidden from me.ĭEAN: Well, looks like we’re gonna have to try this the hard way. This is what friends do for each other.Ĭastiel is working a ritual to locate Crowley.ĬASTIEL: It’s not working. But I will look until I find out, and I don’t sleep.ĭEAN: You actually showed. SAM: If you don’t help us, I will hunt you down and kill you. SAM: I’m sorry, do you think we’re here to talk this out? You owe me.ĬASTIEL: You may not care, but believe me – SAM: No, you listen! I don’t care what you’re dealing with up in Heaven. SAM: I could give a rat’s ass about your little pissing match with Raphael. I think it’s – ready for this – the Ark of the Covenant. Apparently Nazis were after it back in the day, someone opened it and their face melted off. Meg and her little posse are dead the second we’re done with them. We need her.ĭEAN: The hell we do! That little bitch is gonna screw us over so fast – But you can’t look at his emotionally, Dean. SAM: Dean, you wanted to screw over Crowley. One of her companions walks up to Dean, staring intently at him. So Dean, can I make Crowley do whatever I want? MEG: I apprenticed under Alastair in Hell just like your brother. Question is, can you get us what we need? On one condition: we come with you and you help us wring a little something out of him before you hack him to bits. SAM: So, you know what you gotta do now, right? It’s him or her.ĭEAN: Well, I hope you both lose. She needs us to get her to Crowley so she can stick that knife in his neck. Crowley would want to hunt down all the Lucifer loyalists now that he’s the big man on campus. SAM: Judging by the level of flop sweat on all of you, yeah. If she could kill you, she’d’ve done it by now. MEG : Where’s he take all those things you snatch up for him? I bet you an all-day sucker that’s where his majesty’s holed up. MEG: You’ve been working his beat for months. MEG: I happen to know for a fact you’ve been juggling Crowley’s orphans. MEG: Keep sweet talking me, this could go a whole new direction.ĭEAN: Meg. Sam and Dean come to, bound to a couple of chairs. You ever think of that? Right? So, I guess the moment’s over, is that what you’re saying? Sam! Dean, if you wanna get my soul back, that’s what we gotta do, OK?ĭEAN : Yeah, well, who says he’s gonna hold up his end, you know? It is Crowley. So till we do, sorry dude, stock up on soap-on-a-rope. Sam and Dean return to their current base, a run-down house they’re squatting in.ĭEAN: We’ve been going on these freaking Crowley runs and it’s not getting us anywhere.ĭEAN: I mean, the only thing that’s really changed, is now I need a daily rape shower. I know you’re speaking, I see your lips moving, but I can’t understand what you’re saying ’cause I don’t speak Little Bitch.ĭEAN: Remember when we used to gank demons? Are we ever gonna see Crowley again or is he just gonna keep sending his demon extras to pick up his laundry?ĭEMON: I’m sorry. Demon trying to be funny.ĭEAN: Wait, wait. They’re bringing a prisoner.ĭEMON: Banging a hooker in a sweet spot called None Of Your Business.ĭEAN: Oh, look at that, Sam. Sam and Dean drive up in the Impala to where a couple of demons are waiting in front of a black SUV. Two.Ĭrowley puts down the baby monitor, takes up a machete and beheads the shapeshifter. After that, I’ll filet them in front of you. You have five seconds to tell me where it is. Not so cocky now, are we? Finding Purgatory is important to me. You’ve spent months gathering them to your bosom. So, you start talking or I start chopping off all the bits that stick out.ĪLPHA: You go ahead, mate, see if it makes me –Ĭrowley stabs him in the shoulder with the knife.ĬROWLEY: What was that? Purgatory’s where? What is it with you animals? Did I tell you? This prison has a nursery. Would’ve been cheaper to drop a castle on you, but I think we all agree – worth it. My tinkering has cost several lesser shifters their lives. I hope you appreciate just how much effort I’ve gone to to find something that can actually hurt you. You’re really not pulling off this dumb-blonde act. You’re the father of your entire species. It’s not like I can draw you a map.ĬROWLEY: My sources are unimpeachable. What should we use next? Speculum? Or something more exotic?ĪLPHA: Look, it’s Purgatory. But your exceptional good looks aren’t gonna buy you any mercy. I don’t know anything about –ĬROWLEY: Sorry. The Alpha Shapeshifter, looking like Crowley, is chained to a chair and being interrogated by the demon.ĪLPHA: I told you. Written by: teleplay by Brett Matthews story by Brett Matthews and Jenny Klein
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