Supernatural

God...

Toni Bevell, Men of Letters, London Chapterhouse.

They sent me to take you in.

- Put the gun down. - Stop.

You and I both know you're not gonna pull the trigger.

You gave me what I needed most.

I wanna do the same for you.

Mom?

I, uh...

Are you...

Really real?

Where am I? Who the hell are you?

I'm Dean... Winchester. I'm your son.

No, my Dean is four years old.

I was when you died.

Sammy? Sammy.

Mom?

Listen to me. Your name, your name is Mary Sandra Campbell, okay?

You were born December 5th, 1954 to Samuel and Deanna Campbell.

Your father, he bounced around a lot for work,

and you bounced right along with him, and you ended up in Lawrence, Kansas.

How do you know all that?

Dad told me.

March 23rd, 1972, you walked out of a movie theater.

Slaughterhouse-Five. You loved it, and you bumped into a big Marine.

You knocked him flat on his ass.

You were embarrassed, and he laughed it off.

Said you could make it up to him with a cup of coffee.

So you went to, uh, Mulroney's, and you talked,

and he was cute, and he knew the words to every Zeppelin song.

So when he asked you for your number, you gave it to him

even though you knew your dad would be pissed.

That was the night that, that you met...

John Winchester.

August 19th, 1975, you were married in Reno,

your idea.

A few years later I came along, then Sammy...

And then I burned.

How long have I been gone?

Thirty-three years.

Dean.

Hi, Mom.

Holy mother...

Where am I?

Uh... Earth?

No...

How far am I from Lebanon, Kansas?

Three hours, maybe.

Who... Wait, wait, wait. Who, what are you, man?

HOW did he die?

He gave himself up for me.

That sounds like John.

And he was a Hunter?

And he raised you and Sam to...

Yeah, he did.

And you said we've met before, when you traveled through time?

Twice.

Your memory got wiped. So...

And I saw you when I was a ghost.

Which I don't remember either.

And God's sister brought me back to life?

Pretty much.

It's a lot.

And I know it's a lot.

And I'll explain everything. I will.

But right now, let's get out of here. Let's get you home.

Come on, Mom.

- Doctor Gregory Marion? - Uh-huh.

I need your help.

- It's 6:00 a.m. - It's an emergency.

Lady, hold up.

You have a clinic at the back of your house.

I trust it's fully stocked?

Lady, lady, seriously.

Unless your puggle got hit by a car or something?

- It can wait. - It really can't.

He was shot in the leg. A single, .38 caliber bullet.

I need the round dug out, the wound sutured,

and some anesthesia, to go.

No. No way.

I'm a veterinarian.

Animals, people, they're all meat.

But, I understand this is an unusual request,

and I want to do everything I can to ease your concerns.

Yeah, you know, not happening.

Hear me out.

This is stupid. You think this is stupid, right?

I think when Lucifer, Prince of Darkness, King of Hell,

asks you to do something? You do it.

- Whatever. - "Whatever?"

What, are you a 14-year-old girl now?

I mean, not right now.

I possessed one once, but it didn't work out.

Lot of feelings, and urges, and ugly, snot-crying

about how Julie's with Craig Castle now even though he's total bae,

but she's, like, a busted bitch on ice.

- Hormones, dude. - Whatever.

Let's clean this up, then we go meet the Man.

I know darling, but Mummy will be home soon.

I miss you too. I love you so, so much.

Be a good boy.

You.

Now, Sam...

Let's begin.

Toni Bevell. London Chapterhouse.

That's right.

So you're what? You're English Men of Letters?

British.

Where are we?

Does it matter?

Just wondering how far I'mma have to walk back to town after I kill you.

And her.

But you first.

Yes, well, before you murder us all, we do have a few questions.

About you, your brother, Hunters in America,

and how you saved the sun.

Right, you shoot me, kidnap me,

but, yeah, happy to help.

I didn't want to hurt you, Sam, you gave me no choice.

And... Well, I could say it was never supposed to go this way,

but you're you. It was always going to go this way.

And you know me?

We do. We've been watching you, and your brother, for years.

Ever since you almost ended the world the first time.

We knew all about Lucifer, the angels falling...

Then where were you?

Fair question.

See, some of us wanted to get involved, but the old men wouldn't allow it.

Thought we were overstepping our bounds.

After all this business with The Darkness,

even they have to agree, things need to change.

And while you might not believe this, Sam,

we're here to help.

Yeah, no, I can tell.

I won't apologize for locking you up.

You're dangerous, to others, and yourself.

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

I promise.

- Pass. - Sam...

You can ask me any kind of question you want,

but the answer's gonna be the exact same, "Screw you."

You wanna get mad? You wanna get mean?

I've been tortured by the Devil himself.

So, you? You're just an accent in a pantsuit.

What can you do to me?

A cold shower? That's your play?

Screw you.

You live here?

Yeah, when we're not on the road. It's an old Men of Letters bunker.

- "Men of Letters?" - Yeah.

They're a myth. An old Hunter's story.

Not so much. New duds look good.

Well, thanks. It's better than walking around in that nightgown.

Rest...

That's blood.

Yeah.

Sammy?

Cass?

Take this.

Stay here.

Dean?

Sammy?

Hands in the air, get on your knees.

Who are you? And where is Sam?

Hands. Now.

It's okay. It's okay. He's a friend. All right?

- Hey, Cass. - Dean.

Hey, okay. All right.

Dean, you're alive?

Yeah.

What about the bomb and The Darkness? What happened?

I'll tell you everything. Where is Sam?

He's not here?

Are you a Hunter?

- No, I'm an angel. - He's an angel.

- Come again? - An angel.

With a capital A. You know, wings. Harp...

No, I don't have a harp.

This is Castiel.

Cass, this is Mary

Winchester.

Your mother.

Yeah. So, wait. Where, where is Sam?

He's not answering his phone, there's blood on the floor,

- what's going on? - I don't know.

We came back here, there was a woman waiting for us.

She blasted me away. I don't know who she was,

I don't know what happened to Sam.

I don't understand. What happened?

Okay, well, the bunker's empty, so, they've obviously left here.

You said "woman," not an angel, not a demon, a human.

She was human.

When did this go down?

It was 2:12 a.m.

Is that a computer?

Yes. I don't trust them.

Got somethin'.

An SUV ran a red light a few blocks from here at 2:21 a.m.

Then there wasn't another car for 40 minutes.

How did you do that?