Supernatural

I am inside you.

Is it me, or is this just like the cage?

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 ]

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.

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.

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.

That's a lot of fuss over a caveman lego.

Yeah.

Well, whatever Dick wants is bricked up inside that.

All right.

That sound like somebody saying, "no, wait -- stop" to you?

Uh...Yeah. Yeah.

Yeah.

Oh, well.

I don't know.

I think the line might panic when they turn this corner,

see the blade assembly up ahead.

Strange, isn't it,

that someone would choose to be named "Dick"?

Yes?

Kevin: This is Kevin Tran's voicemail.

Please leave a message.

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.

Bobby?

Bobby, that you?

Sam: Think so.

But that whole adventure at Roman's

seems to have drained his batteries.

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.

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?

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.

It's Meg.

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.

Great.

So, Indiana?

Yeah.

8:00 last night.

Yeah.

Same time we opened up that thing.

Aah! Aah!

Aah!

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?

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.

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.