Supernatural

We think it may have been an Alpha.

An Alpha, like...? Like all monsters come from somewhere.

Bag me a live Alpha.

The first of your species. The very first.

Sam: Prison full of monsters -- can't just leave them,

can't let them go. I understand.

Geothrive is part of Roman Enterprises.

Dick's funding an archaeological dig...

Factory in Saudi Arabia... Fishery in Jakarta...

George: A research center -- it's everywhere.

It's all tied together, Dean.

Sam: He's not in control.

That was vengeful-spirit crap.

But it's still Bobby.

Well, what the hell are you?

I'm a... K-Kevin Tran.

I'm in advanced placement.

Castiel: He's a Prophet of the Lord.

Sam: And that's the word of God?

One of them, yes.

Well, what's it say, then? Kevin: It's about Leviathan.

Does it say anything about how to kill them?

Leviathan cannot be slain

but by a bone of a righteous mortal

washed in the three bloods of the fallen.

It says we need to start with the blood of a fallen angel.

Always happy to bleed for the Winchesters.

Hello, Kevin.

Thanks, Phil.

And now we turn our attention to agriculture,

where an unlikely personality has now come on to the scene

in a major way.

Richard Roman, a C.E.O. whose company

dominates the defense and aviation sectors,

not to mention being a giant

in the motivational-speaking world.

What can I say, Gloria? I'm a multitasker.

Clearly.

And now you've recently purchased controlling stock

in Sucrocorp --

It's a pleasure to have you with us, Richard.

Please. "Dick."

So, tell us, Dick,

why the recent fascination with big foods?

Well, it's no secret we all love to eat,

but now Sucrocorp will focus on eating well.

Help me connect the dots.

How will pumping sweeteners into our system

make us healthier?

One word -- purity.

We're dialing back the additives

to deliver the highest quality all-American product

you people deserve.

America is for go-getters,

folks who get off their butts and make it happen.

And we need you just as healthy as you can be.

Which is why we are diving whole hog

into what keeps Americans living longer...

and tasting better.

You do, of course, mean to say

the food will be tasting better.

That's exactly what I mean.

Your 11:00 a.m. is waiting in the conference room.

Thank you, Susan.

Susan...

Are we still looking for a rep in Mainstream Media?

- Yes, we are. - Wunderbar.

Put a "replace order" on Gloria there.

And with the corpse?

Call Chef Fieri.

I feel like barbecue.

Kevin. Dick.

I'm very excited to meet you.

You nervous?

Don't be.

I'm your biggest fan.

I brought you a present.

What's that say, Kev?

I don't know.

Cute.

Edgar?

Easy, Edgar. Don't scare the boy.

You know, I've checked, Kevin.

Number one in your class,

winner of the Chad Kennedy top young scientist prize --

all that on top of being Keeper of the Word.

You're a clever young man.

I'm confident you'll make the right choice here.

But I see this is a negotiation.

Well, I will sweeten... the pot.

What is it?

My sources tell me you're applying to Princeton.

Letter of recommendation like that from a man like me --

done.

I can't do it.

I admire your gumption, kid.

But I still think there's some wiggle room here.

I tell you what --

let's kick it up a notch.

See if I can't change your mind.

Edgar, that live feed up yet?

Of course.

Kevin: Ma?

Mom?!

Well, I think this negotiation is concluded.

You drive a hard bargain, kid.

Okay, man, I have read this more times

than the Playboy I found in dad's duffel.

Anna Nicole?

Anna Nicole.

Oh, the good -- they die young, huh?

Look, we can read this till our eyes bleed.

This ain't getting any clearer.

Okay. Then what does it mean?

Uh

Cut off the head, and the body will flounder.

- Yeah. - Okay.

Well, I think we both agree that the head is Dick. Right?

Right.

So, bottom line is, we go grab the stuff,

and we mix ourselves a weapon.

End of story.

Look, I'm all for killing Dick.

I'm just saying, what then?

I mean, what about the rest of the Leviathan?

What, are they gonna just...drop dead?

I don't know. Maybe.

Maybe?

"Maybe" is good enough for you right now?

- One problem at a time, all right? - Okay.

But it's not a crazy idea

to try and figure out what the catch is

before we go crashing the gate.

Maybe this is the catch.

God's not telling us every detail.

You know?

The word is from God.

I don't know how much better it's gonna get.

Hey, Bobby.

How you feeling?

Stronger than ever.

Now, while you two have been chasing your tails,

I've been thinking on that weapon.

Wait a second. Don't you think you should be saving your strength?

For what?

I'm just saying you might want to slow down. You don't look so hot.

I'm in the veil.

My Brad Pitt days are over.

Now, the kid says

that the only way to kill Leviathan

is with a bone washed in the three bloods of the fallen.

It's got to be from a human as light and good

as the Leviathan are hungry and dark.

Yeah. Good luck with that.

The rest is doable, and doable now.

You've already got the fallen angel blood.

Now, next up is blood from the ruler

of fallen humanity.

Now, the best I can tell, that's Crowley.

Numero tres is the father of fallen beasts.

Which means...?

You got to bleed an Alpha.

But they're all dead.

I mean, every one we found, we rounded up for Crowley,

and then Cass whammied them all.

Well, then, make this Cass' problem, too.

Cass ain't exactly in the problem-solving mode, Bobby.

Then Crowley!

All right, I get it. I get it.

Do you?!

I'm just sayin'.

I have faith that you boys will figure it out.

Relax. I'm fine.

Just got a little carried away.

Man: Here at Sucrocorp,

your well-being is our number-one priority.

Sucrocorp...

Little F.Y.I.

Bobby's officing out of the John these days.

Uh...awkward.

Yeah, you're telling me.

He does have some ideas about the weapon, though.

- Really? - Yeah.

Well, uh, he may be just in time.

"Roman acquires..." What's Sucrocorp?

They make food additives,

namely high-fructose corn syrup.

That crap is in -- well, it's in just about everything --

um, soda, sauces, bread.

Don't say "pie."

Definitely pie.

Bastards.

So now what?

Roman's moved past restaurants?

And into grocery stores, Gas n' Sips, vending machines.

What can we do about it?

Short of going Al Qaeda on their trucks and plants,

there's nothing we can do about it.

Like I said, uh, Bobby's got some ideas.