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Castiel: Metatron took my grace.
Angels. They're falling.
Miss me?
Metatron, you're mortal now.
Aah! How do we get rid of the Mark?
I-i don't know. What about the tablets?
No, there's nothing in them about the Mark.
Shoot him.
No, no! No. your grace.
I'll take you to it.
Anything about the Mark?
Yeah, I found this "Book of the Damned."
I'll go check it out.
Charlie, thank you.
Arrivederci, bitches.
Rowena?
Not possible.
The Mark of Cain never lets its host die easy.
What the hell are you doing here?
Saving my son.
Mother says that Mark is just a curse,
can be removed.
I'm good, thanks.
I don't buy that the Mark is a terminal diagnosis.
There has to be a way, and we will find it.
Okay.
Who the hell are you?
And why are you following me?
I ain't following you.
I'm following what you got in your bag there.
That don't belong to you, girl.
Belongs to my family.
Yeah? Well, sorry, Gambit.
Finders keepers.
It's beyond your understanding.
Hell, you can't even read it.
Are you always so condescending
when someone's pointing a blade at you?
Now, you look here.
You can cut me down, but my people will never stop.
And you can tiptoe through the tulips
like you did in Russia,
or you can stow away
on the back of a train like you did in Alaska,
but soon enough, my kin will find you.
This ends with you being dead.
Aah!
You can't run forever, little girl!
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Man: Our flashback playback continues
with a song that climbed
all the way to number four on the charts.
Here's Alanis Morissette's "Ironic."
Really?
That song is a classic.
Yeah, I hear you. I do.
And you're right.
Inclement weather on the day of your nuptials
and the wrong cutlery at inopportune times
is hardly ironic.
But it sure is catchy.
Yeah, fair point. Can't argue taste.
But since I became human,
it's just so...strange.
All these feelings, you know?
I mean, I can feel music.
Like that last song, "Sussudio,"
I don't even know what it's about and I love it.
I always enjoyed lyrics, words, stories.
Gives me goose bumps.
And goose bumps --
don't even get me started on those.
Creepy.
And yet...arousing.
Cass.
Can I just kill him now?
You know I can hear you, right?
No, we need him alive. For now.
Look, after he gives you your Grace back,
you can do whatever you want with him.
Well, I'd like to kill him slowly.
I am like two feet from you.
Anything on the Mark of Cain?
Every word -- crystal clear.
No.
I mean, I've been digging for something, for anything, but...
I don't know, Cass.
There is an answer out there.
We will find a cure for Dean.
I don't know why you'd want to cure
that little firecracker now.
He's finally interest-- Ooh!
Well, just keep digging.
Yeah, uh, no one here by that name. Sorry.
Sam?
Lose reception?
Or did he hang up on you?
He hung up on you, didn't he?
Oh!
So, I've been checking through everything again,
double-checking, and triple-checking, and...
The Mark is a curse.
Yeah, tell me about it.
No, Sam, it's a...
it's an actual curse.
What are you talking about?
Crowley told me.
Or rather Rowena told him
after she tried and failed to kill me.
What the hell happened?
The Mark protected me.
Rowena doesn't really have a beef with me.
She was pissed at Crowley
because she thinks he's going soft.
She's not wrong. Yeah, well,
after he and mommy dearest got into a fight --
Mommy dearest?
Rowena is Crowley's mother.
More about that later.
So...
then he came and told me what she had said.
The Mark is an actual curse.
So, anyway, I'm sorry.
I probably should've told you that.
Yeah.
Yeah, I know.
Winchester accounting. How may I help you?
Charlie: Dean. Charlie?
What's going on? Where are you?
Uh, uh, I'm exhausted and -- and I'm bleeding.
And I'm in a phone booth. A phone booth.
I didn't know these things existed
outside of "Bill and Ted's" --
Okay, hey, hey. Take a deep breath, kiddo.
Uh, we're both sitting here.
Tell me what happened. Why are you bleeding?
I, uh -- I got shot.
Did you know dental floss works great on stitches?
I only passed out twice,
and I'm pretty sure my wound is now minty fresh.
Charlie, you probably need to go to a hospital.
No, no, I-I'm fine.
I just got to get someplace safe.
These guys are still after me.
What guys? Who?
Some southern-fried D-bags.
They've been after me since I-I dug up
"The Book of the Damned."
You found it? Where?
After some near misses and some broken-into museums,
I found historical documents
that led to a monastery in Spain.
It burned down years ago, left for dead,
but, uh, I had this hunch about it.
Turned out I was right.
Okay, Charlie, what does it say about the Mark?
I have no fracking idea.
The language it's written in,
I've never seen anything like it.
I, uh -- I found some research notes
in the monastery crypt, though, by the friar that buried it.
"The Book of the Damned" is a spell book
for creating or undoing
any kind of damnation there is.
We translate this thing,
I think we can get the Mark of Cain off you, Dean.
Charlie, you're a genius.
A genius fugitive.
I -- these dudes following me, they are well-trained.
One of them keeps talking about his family.
Family? Did you get a name?
No clue.
I-I-I spotted a tattoo on one of them.
Might be a family crest. It seemed occulty.
Soon as the book was out of the ground,
they were all over me.
I, uh...
I don't know how much more running I got left in me.
T-they're tracking the book somehow.
All right, then we need to get you off the grid, Charlie.
Where are you right now?
Uh, just south of Des Moines.
Uh, okay, you know what?
Our -- our friend Bobby has a whole bunch of cabins
scattered all around, places for hunters to crash.
You know, it's not much,
but there's some gear and lore books,
stuff to keep you busy till we get there. Okay, bring snacks.
And every Men of Letters decoder ring there is.
This book is old and scary,
and I've never seen anything like it.
Hey, check it out.
I found this in the storage room.
It's lead-lined and warded.
If those guys are tracking this book,
pretty sure this bad boy will take it off the radar.
You ready?
What?
Nothing.
I just haven't seen you like this in a while, that's all.
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