Supernatural

The name Olivette means little to you.

A high-ranking member of the Grand Coven,

the one who led the charge against me.

She's just come back to the states.

Now would be an excellent time to strike

and take out a miserable, old witch

who's been standing in my way for centuries.

Mother, it's not happening. What?

Something's come up. Olivette can wait.

My peace is helping people. Working cases.

That's all I want to do.

Is this about the Mark?

I'm done trying to find a cure, Sammy.

The answer is not out there. It's with me.

So, I'm gonna fight it till I can't fight it anymore.

What are you doing?

What's it look like? I'm leaving.

Another petty manipulation.

What do you want from me?!

...Why it breaks my heart

to see what a colossal numb nut you've become?!

Sad, bored, wee boy on the throne

who'll flop ass-up the second those Winchesters --

hunters who'd as soon see you dead as have you to tea --

ask you to.

You're their bitch.

I detest all my sins because of thy just punishment

but most of all because they offend thee, my God,

who art all good and deserving of all my love.

I firmly resolve, with the help of thy grace,

to sin no more and to avoid the near occasion of sin.

Amen.

I absolve you of your sins

in the name of the father and of the son and of the holy spirit.

Amen.

Go in peace, Terry.

See you Sunday.

That you will, father.

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Majesty.

I beg you to speak with her.

What now?

Your mother remains...

vexed with your highness

and vents her frustration by abusing the court.

No one dares retaliate, of course,

and, yes, one expects to suffer in hell,

but I fear I've reached my limit.

To wit...

I mean, seriously.

Mother!

Yes, your royal highness?

You care to comment?

Magnificent work by an astonishing talent.

Mm, brava!

I always said you were two-faced.

Look, mommy, enough.

I know you're annoyed with me.

Annoyed? No, Fergus.

I'm devastated, betrayed

And brokenhearted.

Because I wouldn't go begging to a bunch of witches

on your behalf?

The Grand Coven is the supreme command of all witchcraft.

Without their sanction, I'm forbidden to practice!

Forgive me. I hadn't noticed you'd stopped.

That? Parlor trick.

I'm capable of greatness.

Given free reign, I'd be unstoppable.

I am this close

to throwing you back into that dungeon.

Of course. Why not?

Why do anything but cause me more pain?

Bad enough that you wouldn't intervene

with Olivette and the coven,

but you went directly against my wishes,

siding with those Winchesters,

refusing to kill them,

then delivering the First Blade into their hands,

which you know could slaughter us all.

You prefer them to your own flesh and blood.

It's a bitter pill, Fergus,

after all I've done for you.

And what exactly would that be?

I gave you life, Fergus.

Without me, Sunshine,

you wouldn't exist.

Abite!

All right, so, I'm thinking, uh, curse, maybe.

Sam, a little help here, okay?

I'm trying to stay busy here.

You know, eye on the ball, not on the Mark.

And this a case until we know it's not.

Sure. No, yeah, you're right.

Three suicides, two weeks.

They're not just suicides.

They gutted themselves.

And they took their sweet time doing it.

I mean, that had to be incredibly painful.

I can't seem to find any link between the vics, either.

Yeah, probably a curse, I bet.

And this man, he was handsome?

Exquisite.

He took my breath away.

But we are told not to speak so much

of the time before we joined the Order.

We all found our way to this life for a reason.

Was he yours?

His name was Piero, an incredible artist.

Sometimes, I would pose for him.

And he called me his muse.

As you can imagine,

we spent hours, days with each other.

I felt so free with him.

I...

had never been close with a man before that.

So...what happened?

I...

I can't right now.

It's okay.

Really.

We're a lot alike, you know?

I think we're supposed to enter the convent

for some...higher purpose,

but many of us chose this

because of the things that...

overwhelmed us.

All right, so, what do we got?

Terry Sloane, ordinary guy, not a lot of friends,

but no known enemies, no relation to the other vics.

Well, not necessarily.

He's Catholic, and so are the other two.

Dean, this is Massachusetts.

There are a lot of Catholics in Massachusetts.

You think this is a case?

Who kills himself with a candlestick, all right?

There's about a billion better ways.

Yeah, but he did kill himself.

All right, so, it was not a witch.

There was nothing hexy found on him.

Uh, possession? Could have been a demon?

Yeah, but the point of a demon possessing a living thing

is to, you know, possess a living thing.

Okay, Agent, why don't you get that cellphone

back to the Bureau's crime lab,

get it hacked like you told those guys,

and, uh, we'll figure out what's going on with Terry Sloane.

Probably nude selfies.

I'm feeling good about this.

Amen.

Hi, sweetie.

You need to come to bed, Frank.

You got to be exhausted

from all those night hours you've been putting in.

Yep, yep.

The old job's gotten pretty demanding, all right.

Liar.

Aah!

Oh, my God. No! No!

Frank!

I just can't believe

Lisa McCarthy would murder her husband.

Right, well, his blood was all over her body.

And her prints were all over

the pair of scissors that butchered him.

That's terrible. Yeah.

Now, we also have some questions.

Um, for starters, she has no memory of it.

The last thing she remembers is being here.

Frank had gone to confession.

So, if he happened to say anything in the confession

about, you know, maybe problems with the wife...

I'm sorry. The nature of confession is confidential.

Ah.

Father, all of the victims attended your church.

Um, could you at least tell us

if they had recently been to confession?

Yes.

These men were fairly regular,

but then, so are the majority of the folks here.

Father? Agents,

sister Mathias is our director of social services.

I've asked her to show you around and answer any questions.

Sure.

Sister.

Agent...?

Allman.

And this is Agent Betts.

Sister, you're aware of the recent string of deaths, right?

Yes, a terrible tragedy.

But I'm confused as to why you're here.

These were all suicides, weren't they?

Well, possibly not.

Murders?

Well, the actual method of killing was all identical.

Ah, the M.O.

Yes, indeed. The M.O.

I'm gonna go, uh have a look around.

Uh, excuse me, sister.

Agent Betts, uh, Allman.