Supernatural

Cuthbert Sinclair.

Welcome to the collection, Dean.

He designed most of the warding

that keeps the bunker safe.

Formal separation from Men of Letters, 1956.

He was the Master.

According to Dad's journal...

...Abaddon is a Knight of Hell.

Hello, boys.

God is extinguishing galaxies.

We need to be prepared.

Feels like we're taking a big, probably stupid risk.

It feels good.

The first quest was meant to strengthen Jack's body.

Step two, Jack needs to find the Occultum.

"The Occultum must be in you."

Leave me alone!

His soul is back.

Please forgive me.

You hear that?

What's with the apron?

Burgers.

Yeah, but the pilot light keeps going out.

It's, like, the third time this week.

I mean, between that and the -- the hot water...

I thought this place was supposed to be state-of-the-art.

It was, in the '50s.

Yeah.

Jack come out of his room yet?

No. I mean, can you blame him?

His soul's back, you know? Everything's hitting him --

everything he's done,

everything he has to do, Amara...

Yeah. Well, I mean, even Billie said it --

to kill Chuck, you got to kill Amara, too.

Yeah. Cass is still looking, but you know what?

Say -- Say one of his angel contacts does find her.

What then?

Then we do what we got to do.

Come on. Now the air?

Alright. Well, let's go.

-Go where? -To --

Dude, we fought the Devil, okay? I've killed Hitler.

I think we can handle a few old pipes.

The gas and water converge down here. Maybe.

It's too bad we can't just call a plumber.

Yeah -- "Hey, Mario Brothers?

Yeah, could you come to the most secretive,

secure, supernatural hideout in the world?

Great. Thanks. Go, Luigi!"

What is this?

This is the bunker... grid-control...

center thing -- I -- thingy.

Yeah. Of course.

"Reset." "Standby." What?

Why? What do I do when, you know,

my computer has too many pop-ups?

Turn it off, turn it back on again.

No, I don't think that's --

I was gonna say I don't think that's a...

Shh, shh, shh. ...good idea.

Ha-ha!

Victory!

Now...burger time.

Meat man! Comin' to town!

Hello, dear.

Sam!

How you've lived in this filth is beyond me.

Beyo-- Lady, who the hell are you?!

Language!

That's it. I'm getting my gun.

Sammy!

Yeah, hey. I was...

...hi? Wh--

Dean, what's going on?

Well, I was walking into my room,

about to, dive into my Dean Deluxe.

I look up, and there she is, folding my, underthings.

-Your underthings? -My --

Well, if you'd folded them properly to begin with.

I'm sorry. Who are you?

My true name is --

It's hardly decipherable in your tongue.

Mr. Ganem called me Mrs. Butters.

Mrs Butters.

Wait. Our tongue?

So, w-what? You're not human?

No. No, no.

I'm a wood nymph.

Okay, well, shouldn't you be in the woods somewhere, nymphing?

Well, alas...

that is a young one's game.

But, no, no, I have much more important things to do.

And besides, I live here.

Okay. So -- So you're a Man of --

You're a Lady of Letters?

God, no.

I was never a member, no.

No, no. No, I was more of a helper.

I, took care of the cleaning and laundry and the cooking.

The Men of Letters, though highly intelligent,

were oblivious to the necessities of life.

But they were my boys.

My family.

Well, that's very progressive.

Okay, well, we don't want any trouble,

so you can just leave.

Leave?

But...

this is -- this is my home.

Well, I have worked for the Men of Letters

since before the war.

The war?

What year do you think it is?

1958.

Oh.

Well, afraid to tell you, but it's, - it's 2020.

It...

Well...then...

Well -- Where is Mr. Markham? Mr. Ackers?

Where -- Where are the rest of the Men of Letters?

You're looking at 'em.

The rest of them are, um -- they're dead.

How?

A demon named Abaddon killed them, all of them.

That's why they didn't come back.

When the lads left for the ceremony,

I was told to stay behind, guard the bunker.

But they never returned.

So, to keep the bunker safe,

I placed it and myself in standby mode.

I never dreamed...

it would take this long to be reactivated.

Yeah, we don't totally know everything about this place yet.

It's kinda been one apocalypse after the other.

No, it's fine.

I know how busy your work can be.

If you're anything like the others,

then it has been an age

since you had a home-cooked meal or celebrated the holidays or --

washed your clothes.

Yeah, we're not really holiday people.

It's worse than I thought.

You said, that -- that we were on standby mode.

So, this entire time,

we've been operating on, like, half power?

The Men of Letters used my magic

to give the bunker an extra oomph.

Whoa.

What's that?

The radar, of course.

We have a... monster radar?

The chime indicates something relatively nearby.

And by the color...

it looks to be a nest of vampires.

50 miles away. 725 Black Drive.

We have a monster radar.

Yeah. Well, if you boys hurry,

I imagine you can clean out that nest

and make it back here in time for supper.

- Hell yeah! - - Ooh.

Heck -- Heck yeah.

Alright.

Dean, hold up.

How do we know we can trust her? You --

Look at her.

It isn't that big of a stretch to think that

the Men of Letters wouldn't have found somebody to help out.

I mean, they were basically

a bunch of uppity, preppy bachelors, you know?

Having a...whatever she is -- it's almost required.

-Yeah, but -- -Look, why don't --

why don't we go check it out, alright?

If the nest is real, then she's telling the truth,

and we know we just caught a serious break,

and we have not been catching those lately.

And if it isn't?

Then we deal with it.

What about Jack?

Hey, Jack?

Okay.

Listen, me and Sam -- we got to head out.

Um, but, we have a guest

that's staying here... kind of.

She's, - She's probably harmless,

but just in case, watch yourself, alright?

And if anything happens, obviously, give us a call.

And she's, - she's making cookies.

Snickerdoodle.

So if you want some...

Okay.

Even if she is what she says she is, some kind of --

Magic Roomba? Whatever.

Do you think it's a good idea having her around?

W-- I mean, we do have

the son of Satan living down the hall.

I'm serious. I mean, Chuck is deleting worlds.

Amara is...somewhere.

And Jack -- he's...

A mess. Yeah.