Supernatural

Sam: My family hunts. It's what we do.

Let's begin.

Toni bevell, men of letters, London chapter house.

If you answer my questions, you'll walk right out that door.

Sam: I've been tortured by the devil himself.

What can you do to me?

Toni: The winchesters are no better

than the monsters they fail to control.

They need to be eliminated.

Aren't we supposed to be on the same team?

Get away from my boys.

Mom? Yeah.

No argument. Lady bevell went too far.

I deeply apologize.

We wanna work with you. My number.

I found a case. Dean: If mom wants to hunt, I say we hunt.

I've heard of people coming back from the dead before.

But to actually do it?

I just have a lot of blanks to fill in.

I have to go.

Billie: It's always nice to see

a Winchester who can't get what he wants.

Dean: Billie. She's a reaper.

See, I'm a big believer in what dies...

Dean: Sam!

Stays dead. No!

Stop it! Dean.

If any of you change your minds, you know my name.

Crowley: We've got to put Lucifer back in the cage.

I think I know the identity of Lucifer's newest vessel...

Jefferson Rooney,

president of these United States.

I just know you'd make an amazing father.

A nephilim has come into being.

It's the offspring of an angel and a human. Sam: Lucifer.

So you're gonna pop Lucifer out of the president with that?

Dean: I hope so. Otherwise, we're all dead.

You're under arrest for the attempted assassination

of the president of the United States.

Dean: It's not like we're in

the "live till you're 90, die in your sleep" business.

This only ends one way.

Castiel?

Mary. Where are you?

I-I, uh...

Lawrence, Kansas.

Cass, what's wrong?

Uh, uh...

Well, I-i need you to meet me at the bunker.

Six hours ago, Sam and Dean Winchester

tried to kill the president of the United States.

Huh. Do we know why?

They haven't said a word since we picked 'em up.

Camp: Quiet types, okay. What do we know about 'em?

Rick: A lot. Brothers.

Born in Lawrence, Kansas, to Mary Winchester, deceased,

and John Winchester, also deceased.

FBI started investigating them back in 2007.

For what? Assault, murder,

multiple counts of desecrating a corpse.

The same corpse?

No. Different corpses.

They made the FBI's most wanted in 2011,

then died in a shootout with police in ankeny, Iowa.

At least that's what their file said, but apparently not.

Apparently. What about the girl?

Kelly kline. And she's a presidential aide,

but no one's seen her since that day.

We don't know where she went or if she's still alive.

How many people know about this?

We're keeping it quiet.

Just you, me, the agents who made the arrest, and potus.

But the last thing he remembers...

Was saying his nightly prayers three days before it happened.

Drugged? Lab's running a tox screen now,

but yeah, probably.

And by "probably," you mean "maybe."

And by "maybe," you mean "I don't know."

So next time, just say you don't know.

Look, you're here

because you're some big shot anti-terrorism guy.

But you want my opinion?

We should take those two psychos out back.

I cap one, you take the other, we grab an early lunch.

Yeah? They got it comin'.

Yeah, but what if they're not working alone?

I mean, what if these boys have ties to... Oh, I don't know,

white nationalists, Muslim brotherhood?

Really?

I'm just sayin'.

They might be the tip of some nasty-ass iceberg.

That... that's what you think? Probably.

Maybe.

I don't know.

Let's find out.

Hi, Dean.

How you doin'?

Can I get you coffee? Water?

Or you hungry?

I got a chocolate bar here somewhere.

Don't tell my wife.

So... You've had a day.

Wanna tell me about it?

Like, for example,

why you went after the leader of the free world?

Well, let me guess. You don't like cops.

Hell, I get it.

We can be real jackasses.

But you're gonna talk to me, son.

You just are.

Now that's not a threat.

I don't believe in torture. Doesn't work.

Oh, I've seen folks waterboarded, cut on.

And they talk. Ooh, they do.

But they never tell you what you need.

You know what does work, though? Every time?

Nothing.

See, when I leave,

that door closes,

and it stays closed,

and you stay in the dark.

Now maybe that doesn't sound so bad.

But after a month, a year,

you spend enough time staring at these walls,

just you and all that nothing,

you'll get so crazy to talk, to see someone real,

you'll tell me exactly what I need.

You'll tell me with a smile.

It'll just take some time.

Of course, the thing is,

after what you did,

no one's in a hurry to get you that phone call.

So you and me,

we've got all the time in the world.

This is Mick Davies,

filing status update bravo three.

As instructed, I've been attempting to make inroads

with the American hunters.

But unfortunately, there's been a few setbacks.

Let me paint you a picture

of a world without monsters or demons

or any of those little buggers that go bump in the night.

Of a world where no one has to die because of the supernatural.

Of a new world, a better world.

Now if you work with us, you'll have support,

in every sense of the word.

You need lore?

Our libraries are the biggest and the best.

You want money? We have money.

You need weapons?

We have gear you can't even imagine.

Now what I'm saying, Wally,

is that you need people like us, and we need hunters like you.

Now all we ask in return is that when we call,

you go where you're told and you do what you're told.

For the greater good.

Let me see your hands.

Come on, let me see your hands.

Yeah, all right.

Soft.

Hmm. Thank you.

You ever hunt anything?

I'm more tactical. Long-term strategy.

Right.

Listen, uh, Mike...

Mick. Whatever.

I don't know you,

and I ain't looking to take any orders from anyone.

Especially some...

Limey paper pusher.

I'm not quite sure you understand, mate. No, I think I do.

So no offense,

but you can take your offer...

And you can...

shove it up your ass.

I'm sure it won't be too painful,

what with those soft hands of yours, right?

That's, uh, that's for the burger.

In short, the American hunters have proven...

Difficult.

As for the winchesters...

You left them.

No, I...

Dean told me to go. The woman...

The one you lost?

I didn't. I... I thought that she...

Stop making excuses!

Why... If they needed help, why didn't they call me?

You were out.

How do we let this happen, castiel?

Man: Chow time!

Chow time!

Mm.

Chow time!

Chow time!

Chow time!

Chow time!

Mmm.

Can't help you.

Come on, crowley. The police took them.