Supernatural - Thirteenth Season

I'm gonna devote myself to finding Jack.

We combine our powers, remake the world in my image.

Before he crushed my skull,

Lucifer showed me his true face.

I've seen it, too.

I'm scared, Sam.

I don't suppose you guys have any more of my grace.

The tank's a little low. It'll recharge, eventually.

Whatever we didn't use on you, we used to open up a rift.

Mom and the kid, they're not with Michael anymore.

We must assemble our most powerful allies

- But before you answer, Lucifer is back. - Mm.

- Wait, you're actually gonna help us? - Yeah, no tricks?

Mmm!

Tricks are for kids.

Dean, we're going to that place

and we're gonna save Jack and Mom, together.

And if we die? We'll do that together, too.

Dean, you can't possibly eat another.

That's your seventh piece.

No, it's not.

Castiel's right. I counted.

Okay, first, don't be a narc.

And secondly, seven pieces is perfectly normal.

Uh, it's really not.

It's not even a whole pie.

Was he always like this? Even as a baby.

John and me, we used to call him our little piglet.

All right, I'm done.

With love. Mm.

Thanks, Mom.

You know what? Let me help you.

Hey, Mom, um, how you holding up?

You haven't really said much since you got back, you know --

h-how you're doing, how it was over there and...

It was hard.

But somehow, I always knew that you...

you and Dean --

would come and save us.

And you did.

Mom?

Yes, Sam?

Sam? Sam?

Mom?

Sam?

Sam? Sam?

Rowena: Fruit from the Tree of Life.

Blood of a most holy man.

Dean.

Rowena: And, uh...

Ow.

“Something from the other side”"

Hey. How's Gabriel?

He said he needed a minute alone.

He wanted to extract his grace by himself.

“In private.”

So I left him alone in Dean's room.

What? No.

I hate to interrupt,

but I can't be the only one who's noticed

the rather glaring hole in this plan.

We open up the rift, it gives us a day

to find and save your mom and the boy.

And it's a very big world over there,

and you're not even sure where they are, so...

She's right. The clock may run out on us.

Yeah. It might.

Yeah, well, we don't have any better ideas.

Mm, that's inspirational.

Here it is!

The final ingredient --

a fresh serving

of archangel grace.

This is what you call a serving?

That is the jet fuel of divine emissions.

It'll be more than enough to get the job done.

Koth Munto Nuntox!

Okay, everyone ready?

Yeah, all right. Let's do this.

[ Music warping, electricity fizzling ]

Okay.

Well, that was...fast.

Very, very fast.

One could even say premature.

Um...

I thought it would be enough.

Sam: All right, great. What do we do now?

Hell if I know. You do know.

We all do.

We need archangel grace.

Gabriel's obviously running a little low,

and we don't know how long it'll take him to recover.

So that leaves exactly one source on Earth.

No. I don't like it either,

but there is no other way.

We need Lucifer.

== sync, corrected by elderman == @elder_man

It's all I want. It's all I can think about.

But we've been down this road before.

Teaming up with Lucifer --

We're not teaming up with him.

We just need his grace. Oh, “just”.

We've trapped his ass before.

Yes, and every time, it ends up the same way,

with the Devil being on the loose again.

Look, Sam,

I was used by Lucifer, too.

It was the worst possible violation.

So I-I'm not taking your reluctance lightly,

but he is already out there,

and we've been ignoring it

and avoiding dealing with him

because we're afraid.

We let Lucifer out of the Cage,

and he has never stopped being our responsibility.

It's not always like that. Gabriel, please.

Just 'cause I take a little extra time to recover.

I don't need to hear your excuses.

It doesn't make me any less of an archangel.

Mm, right.

You know, it could've been you...

Uh? ...who screwed up that spell.

Just sayin'.

I heard your, uh, magical unbinding didn't take,

that you got knocked back down a peg.

Maybe it's you who are off your game.

A drunk 6-year-old could execute that magic.

It wasn't the spellcaster or the spell.

It was the ingredient.

Think they'll be much longer?

The Three Amigos?

With their bro hugs, pep talks, and melodrama?

Count on it.

Quite a tidy, wee tush

he's got going on there.

Sort of...cute.

Mm.

Oh, she's so... so tiny, so angry.

That milky white skin, dancer's body.

God, I bet she's flexib--

So...we've a little time.

How would you like to fill it?

To fill what?

I know a thing or two about wounded masculine pride.

So?

No, you're right.

You're right. I don't like it, but it's our only choice.

Another fun, great choice.

Well, hey, bright side is, even if we do pull it off,

we still only get 24 hours in the Apocalypse World.

And Rowena's right.

We'll be lucky to even hear a word of Mom and Jack,

much less save 'em, so...

Wait a second.

What?

Guys?

Rowena: Whoo! Ooh! Oh!

Uh...

We were just... Reading. Books.

Here in the, uh, library.

Which is the room we're in right now.

Did you boys arrive at a...

decision?

Sam has a plan.

Keep 'em comin', pal. Keep 'em comin'.

That's some tolerance you got there.

Yeah, it's more like a curse.

Believe it or not, I'm barely even buzzed.

Still, that can't be good for you.

Who cares?

You know, I had Heaven and Hell in the palm of my hand.

And you know what I learned?

They don't matter.

Nothing matters.

Okay.

You know what? All this time,

there was one thing that mattered.

I had a son.

You know, I used to be able to sense him.

You know, feel him in the world.

Ever since I've been down here, I can't -- I can't feel him.