Supernatural - Thirteenth Season

Allow me to make an introduction.

Mr. Ketch, meet the archangel Gabriel.

Sam: Mom's trapped in another reality.

Castiel: We need it, the spell, to open the rift.

Dean: We stealth in, we get Mom, we get Jack.

Boom. Family reunion.

I understand you may need an archangel for a spell.

Let's do this.

- Ah. - Whew.

Well...here we are.

Yeah.

You do know where we are, don't you?

Because, not to be a nag,

but we've only got 24 hours before... - Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Just give me -- give me a minute.

...the rift closes.

Look, we just got spin-cycled through space and time, okay?

And yes, this is...

different than my last drop-by.

And what's this “we” crap, hmm?

You came here to save yourself, so...

go save yourself somewhere else.

Well, actually, I thought I could help.

What? Find the boy.

And your...mother.

She's in danger.

I owe her that.

You know, she sees you, she'll probably kill you. Again.

Perhaps, but you don't know where you are

or what's out there or even...

You get the picture.

Would having a little bit of backup really be so bad?

Well, this is quite the vacation spot, isn't it?

Yeah. If you had your heart set on Mai tais,

well...sorry. Hmm.

Down. Down. Down. Down. Down.

Is this everyone?

Yes, Commander.

For high crimes of fomenting rebellion

against the archangel Michael,

these humans shall be executed.

Freakin' angels.

Not smart.

No.

Wait.

Charlie?

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I know you.

You're not the usual human scum.

Not the slickest hook-up line, Captain Charm.

You're with the Resistance. Inner circle.

She's met with the nephilim and the other-worlder, Mary.

Michael will want her at the Northern Camp,

for interrogation.

Champ, when the Resistance crushes you,

I'm gonna be there to shred your feathers

and grind them into dust.

Dean... Looking forward to it.

Dean is in Apocalypse World, alone?

No, he's with Ketch, so he's not alone.

Because that makes it better.

Cass, wanted to go solo.

And you let him? I...

He didn't give me much of a choice. Anyways, Dean's right.

As long as he's over there, and we're here,

we need to be taking care of Gabriel,

getting him right again.

Gabriel? Yeah.

You didn't tell me it was this bad.

Yeah, well, years of isolation and torture

and Asmodeus draining his grace.

Come here. Help me out.

Hey, Gabriel.

Hey, pal.

Mm! Okay. Oh -- Just...

Gonna get ya to bed, all right?

Let me, uh, help you up. It's okay. It's okay.

It's okay.

Gabriel, it's Sam Winchester.

Do you remember me?

I don't think he does.

Remember the video you sent

to my brother Dean Winchester and me

after you...supposedly died?

You told us how to stuff Lucifer back in the Cage.

Sam, he doesn't... I know he doesn't.

I'm just...

trying to see if anything's going on in his head.

All right, well...

Gabriel's grace.

Ketch brought it.

Maybe if he's juiced up, it'll help.

All right.

Mnh.

Sam, I don't think he's gonna open up

and let the choo-choo in.

A technique for feeding recalcitrant children. And...

I think a little coercion may be necessary.

Hey, hey, hey, hey! Hey! Whoa!

Whoa, whoa, whoa whoa! Aah! Aah!

Aah!

Where've you been?

Out.

Right. Out.

Look, Jo, uh, you got a pretty sweet deal going here,

so you might wanna... I don't know, pitch in,

drop the attitude, stay by my side.

Play strip poker?

Shouldn't you be out doing...kingly things?

Commanding the angels, inspiring mankind?

Stuff?

I'm here, aren't I?

On the throne,

available to be worshipped.

We came here to change things, make Heaven better,

help the angels...

Dumah.

Perfect timing. Okay, I have a question for you,

and I want you to be straight with me. Okay?

Don't you think Jo

should show a little bit more enthusiasm for being...

for want of a better word, First Lady?

Pull her weight?

Little bit?

Keep me happy?

Little bit?

Couples issues aren't my area.

So that's a “yes.” Okay?

So you're here with breaking news about my son. Go.

The few angels that we could spare are scanning the planet,

but so far, nothing.

Yeah, well, he's a priority, so...

We don't have the manpower.

He's a priority.

Of course.

Wow.

They would never treat my old man that way.

Ever.

If he said, “Scour the Earth,” they'd say, “S.O.S. or Brillo?”

Yeah, well, you're not him.

Your father created. You inherited.

Yeah? Well, I'm the one on the throne right now,

and y'all are gonna treat me that way, okay?

Uh-huh.

Well, before all of us start treating you like God,

you might try acting like God.

Just a thought.

This is unacceptable.

Ketch, who's wily, possible he could fly under the radar.

But the archangel?

The archangel.

I should at least detect a blip.

We're connected.

You might say we're blood brothers.

Get.

What's the hold-up?

Oh, just practicing stealth.

You know, the art of infiltrating

a hostile and unfamiliar environment

whilst remaining undetected.

Hence, “free.” Hence, “effective”"

You, I see, prefer the bull in a china shop technique.

No, I prefer the “let's find Charlie

before the angels turn her inside-out” technique.

Remind me again why we're risking everything

to find this girl?

Because she's seen my mom. She's seen Jack. We need her.

And you're sure that's what this is about?

You're sure it's not... personal?

We're running out of time. Let's pick up the pace.

Ketch?

Come on.