Supernatural

I will save my brother or die trying.

It's the Mark of Cain.

It's just a curse. It can be removed.

You're their bitch. Get out.

"The Book of the Damned" is a spell book

for creating or undoing

any kind of damnation there is.

I think this is in code.

Bring me Nadya's codex,

and I'll break this text right open.

Dean is not getting any better.

if we don't get the mark off his arm, it's gonna eat him up.

My grace, it's been restored.

Find me a cure for my brother. Then I'll kill Crowley.

There must be something that I don't know about her,

something I could hold over her as a bargaining chip.

Charlie?

I don't want to have to hurt you.

Anything?

12 voicemails.

LoJack on the Impala has clearly been disabled.

So a big heaping scoop of nothing.

We need Rowena to hold up her end of the bargain -- now.

What?

Nothing.

It's -- it's just if she removes the Mark

using "The Book of the Damned"...

What of the consequences?

Which are what?

Dean said --

Dean guessed!

Guess.

What are we supposed to do, huh?

Just sit on our asses, do nothing?

No. We find Dean.

And then what?!

The only thing that stopped Cain was death.

Do you want to kill Dean? Because I don't.

And the only way I know

how to save my brother is to cure the Mark.

And, yes, I know there will be consequences,

but not you, not Dean --

not anybody can tell me what those consequences are.

So I'm not gonna let my brother d-destroy himself on a guess.

We save Dean.

Ahh.

I'm good.

I'm good.

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Rose McKinley.

Raised up about three miles from here.

Nice parents, God-fearin' folk.

Well, they let her leave the house looking like a whore.

Whoa.

Why don't you tell me what you really think, Agent?

Oh, I'm sorry, Sheriff. My bad.

Let me tell you how we work out here, son.

That right there could be the whore of Babylon --

wouldn't make no difference at all.

'Cause all I see is somebody's little girl.

And I feel like a real jerk suggesting otherwise, Sheriff.

My apologies.

Good luck crackin' the case with your eyes shut.

You worked some pretty dark stuff in your day,

haven't you, Agent?

Must've left quite a mark.

Oh, you have no idea.

Your partner's a piece of work, Agent.

Yeah, ain't he, though?

Dean-o!

Welcome to the party.

The hell you doing here, Rudy?

Ah, you know, just a thing I got for dead girls.

Just -- just workin' a gang of fang, you know?

Just like you.

Yeah, not today you're not.

I'm gonna need you to take a walk on this one.

Uh, okay, except, uh -- except I called you,

so, uh, if anybody's walking, it's --

Oh, you called me? No, no. You begged me.

Just like Tuscaloosa, just like Old Lyme,

we both know you're playing dress-up out here,

and it's just a matter of time before you get yourself killed.

So why don't you take that walk

and let the real hunters do the work?

Agents! New deal.

Rose wasn't alone when she disappeared.

Friend named Crystal Thorrson was with her,

and Crystal is still AWOL.

I'm heading over to interview the parents.

How about we agree you boys sit this one out?

You know something?

Life's too short... Partner.

You know, I don't know what crawled up your ass today,

but frankly, I don't care.

Regards to your brother.

Hello, boys.

Just in time for tea -- u-unless something on your mind?

Five things, actually.

Hollow tips filled with witch-killing brew.

How exciting for you.

Your NRA will be beside themselves with pride.

No more games, Rowena.

Do the spell now.

Or what exactly?

Come on, Samuel!

You and I both know that's nothing but a bluff.

Charlie may have cracked the codex,

but who's going to read it if I'm gone?

Not to mention handling the ingredients,

getting the measurements just right --

unless, of course, either of you

have spent years of your life studying with the greats,

mastering the intricacies of high witchcraft?

But forgive me. Maybe you have.

I know you're upset.

We all are.

Poor Dean.

Let's just have a nice wee cup of tea...

and negotiate.

What do you want?

Oh, well,

we know what I wanted.

Soiled the sheets on that one, didn't we?

Let's talk about what I'll take --

my freedom guaranteed

and the codex.

Sam, you can't be --

Do you know which spell?

I do.

Sam.

This is a mistake.

Rose and Crystal were friends since...

forever it seems.

Uh, you think that Crystal could still be in danger?

We do, Mrs. McKinley, and the fastest way to find Crystal

is to find out who did this to Rose.

Did you notice any change in her behavior recently --

uh, new friends, a new boyfriend, maybe a crush?

Rose was...a shy girl.

But...you think she might know who did this to her?

In Rose's case, she not only knew the person,

but, uh, she was trying to have intercourse with them.

So I'm just trying to figure out whether it was a boyfriend

or whether it was just some random roll in the hay.

No.

Uh, there were no relations that we're aware of.

No relations at all. What the hell is this, Agent?

I'm just doing my job, Mr. McKinley.

By suggesting my daughter was a slut?

I'll admit that thought crossed my mind.

Then I came here, and I smelled the deceit

and the beatings and the shame that pervade this home.

And you know what? I don't blame Rose anymore.

You shut your face right now. No wonder she put on that skank outfit

and went out there looking for validation,

right into the arms of the monster that killed her.

Joe, who did this?

No! Joe!

Who did this? Stop!

Joe.

Who did this?

I don't know.

I don't know!

Whoa. What?

Crystal, she's still...

Why?

There were these guys living out by Cross Creek,

said they were rehabbing a cabin out there.

Mostly, I think they just wanted

a place to drink and meet girls.

And Crystal and your sister knew these guys?

But you couldn't be bothered to tell the cops that

when your sister turned up dead?

I was sort of the one

who brought them out there in the first place.

"Sumsu mimma ezebu ilu ma ikkibu Lu."

"S-something made by God, but forbidden to man."

Forbidden?

The forbidden fruit?

No.

The actual apple is the first ingredient?

"Sumsu mimma ezebu Lu,"

da-da, da-da, da-da. Okay, uh, what's next?

"Something made by man, but forbidden by God."

Okay, well, God forbade false idols, right?

The Golden Calf.

Wasn't that destroyed?

"Sumsu mimma sen arramu."

Great.

What's the third ingredient?

Oh.

What?

The third ingredient, it's impossible.

What is it?

Loosely translated -- my heart.

It's not impossible at all.

Not my literal heart, feathers.

Something I love, the spell calls for me to kill it.