Supernatural

No! Stop! Stop! Not Leviathans.

What the hell happened to you guys?

I went to Purgatory. Sam hit a dog.

Crowley kidnapped you. I saw that. But you escaped. How?

There was a tablet.

I told Crowley I was opening a hell gate,

but I was reading from another chapter --

how to destroy demons.

Hi, Mom. Kevin!

Ah -- oh! Oh!

She's clean.

Who is this lovely young thing?

Stay away from my son.

Hello, boys.

Crowley: Good luck closing the gates to Hell...

without this.

Kevin! You've got to be kidding me!

Since we lost the tablet, Kevin figures we don't need him.

Yeah, but Crowley still does.

You're an angel? You're chasing the magic rock?

We protect the Word of God.

Dean: Cass didn't make it.

Dean! Aah!

Girl: Push me! Push me! Higher!

It's finger painting, Aaron, not body painting.

Let's get you cleaned up.

There you go.

Hey.

Hey.

You look like you've s--

well, I was gonna say, "you look like you've seen a ghost,"

but you'd probably be stoked.

Uh, you okay?

Yeah, I'm cool. What's up?

Well, this kid went missing from a preschool.

That sucks. And?

And at the same time he vanished,

a surprise tornado hit, lasted maybe 20 seconds,

then, uh... shazam!

Back to perfect weather.

Hmm. And they pooh-pooh climate change.

Yeah.

Well, similar wackiness has happened

over the past few weeks in other places --

uh, Tulsa, a bus driver vanishes

and a river gets overrun with frogs.

New Mexico -- a mailman disappears,

the Earth splits open.

All right. So, uh, you thinking demons?

Yeah, possibly, but...

I mean, this stuff was major.

These folks have nothing in common --

no religious affiliations, different hometowns, all ages.

Why would demons want them?

Why do demons want anything?

Uh, so, we on this?

Yep.

What do you want?!

I've given you all the names.

No. No. No. And no.

That's not what I want to hear.

This hurts you more than it hurts me,

so I can go on forever.

Which, in your case, forever means...

Well, forever.

When the Angels find out what you're doing...

They'll be what -- put out?

I'm quaking, really.

The power grid is so whacked out in heaven,

they don't even know you're not there.

So, on the count of 3...

1, 2...

What happened to 3?

I lied. I do that.

Just give me the other names.

There are no other names!

The next generation isn't born yet.

Truth?

Truth.

Well, I suppose there's no reason

to keep torturing you, then.

Sorry.

Once you get going, it's really hard to stop.

Keep him on ice.

We've only just scratched the surface with this one.

I hope the ruckus down the hall wasn't too off-putting.

Construction standards aren't what they were

during the Inquisition.

I see.

No niceties. All right, then.

I suppose you're wondering why I convened this motley group.

Mom!

You've got to stop drowning me in holy water

every time I go out!

I'm not possessed!

Not yet. Not now.

They got to me, remember?

We've got hex bags that make us invisible to demons.

We've got demon traps painted everywhere!

I've got a sigil tattooed on my arm!

If we just keep moving, we'll be fine!

What, and keep living in rat-infested hovels

and running from cursed creatures?!

This is no life!

It's my life.

I'm the one dragging the prophet load.

I'm sorry I pulled you into it.

Don't be sorry. Be ready.

We've got to stop running and start taking a stand.

Okay, you know that's crazy.

No, it's not!

Not if we have the bomb you used on Crowley's demons.

The thing I made had ingredients from all over the world.

All right? Demons had to get the stuff.

That's why I went to an expert.

What? Who?

I hired a witch.

A witch? Off of Craigslist.

Her name is Delta Mendota, and she is a smart cookie.

She's scrappy, reliable, and she's willing to kill.

Look, I'm your mother, and I did this for you.

What makes you think you can trust her?

I don't.

That's why I didn't give her the exact quantities

or tell her how to blend them.

She's in the dark.

You told her we were making demon bombs!

Yeah, and that got her super motivated.

Oh! Time for Delta to check in.

Oh, my God.

Hi, Mrs. Tran.

Is that your son?

Hi, Kevin.

Hi, Delta. Bring us up to speed.

You've got all the stuff?

Almost.

I don't suppose you'd tell me the recipe for these bombs?

You know the rules.

"Casual encounters." That means no questions asked.

No, Mom, that's another part of Craigslist.

How long have you been a witch?

A full witch?

Since the band broke up.

You were in a band?

Look, guys.

I take my witch business real serious.

I'm on it, and it's gonna be wicked awesome.

Okay?

Mrs. Hagar? Mm-hmm.

Agents Roth and Malloy.

We want to speak to you about Aaron Webber's abduction.

Like I told the police,

one minute I was taking Aaron to get cleaned up,

and the next minute...

I woke up in a park three blocks away.

And you have no memory of what happened?

No. He was just gone.

Can you think any reason why somebody would want to harm him?

Um, any enemies?

Enemies? He's 5.

Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus...

Excuse me?

It's, uh, code for your own safety

so that you can't reveal anything

under enhanced interrogation.

Now, when you woke up on the floor,

were there any signs of struggle?

No.

Smell like sulfur?

How did you know that?

Lucky guess. Thanks for your time.

No reaction to the exorcism.

Yeah, not possessed at the moment.

But I'm willing to bet a demon got ahold of Aaron Webber.

Dean?

What's going on? Are you all right?

Dean: I don't know.

I just saw something.

Uh, you saw what?

Cass.

Cass?

Where?

Right there.

And -- and -- and earlier, on the road.

I feel like I'm seeing him.