Supernatural - Thirteenth Season

Lucifer is back.

A Nephilim is coming to be.

I can feel it inside me.

No!

No!

Father?

No, no, no. No, I'm not your father, Jack.

It is Jack, right?

Father.

Sam?

Sammy?

I'm in here.

No!

== sync, corrected by elderman == @elder_man

Get away from them.

Mary, right?

Look, seriously, I just wanted to say thank you for everything.

I owe you, kid.

Mom, Mom, Mom.

I love you.

Mom?!

Wait, was that...

Lucifer's son.

Ah!

Can he teleport? What?

The kid. Does he have wings?

I don't know.

First batch is down.

Dude.

Check it.

Check what?

This. Can I interest you in a Cheesebutt?

Or maybe a Salty Butt Combo.

Perhaps my favorite -- the buttshake.

If Dave sees this, he's gonna fire you.

Oh, come on. He's fired me, like, seven times.

And I keep coming back. You know why?

Uh, because Dave's banging your mom?

Exactly. Let's face it, buddy.

Around here, I'm untouchable.

Cool. Good for you.

Father?

Yo, uh...

we're not open yet.

Father.

Whoa.

I think you should call your mom.

Hi, baby.

How naked?

We still have holy oil, right?

For what?

'Cause we're gonna have to hit him with everything we got.

Hold on a second.

Can we just talk about what happened back there?

Sure. Which part?

Let's see, Crowley's dead, Kelly's dead, Cass is...

Mom's gone, and apparently,

the Devil's kid hit puberty in 30 seconds flat.

Oh, and almost killed us.

Yeah, because you tried to shoot him.

I tried to shoot the monster, Sam. That's kind of what we do.

We don't know what he is yet, Dean.

And I had it under control.

I'm sorry. Are you defending the Son of Satan?

I'm not defending anything.

I'm just saying, look, with everything that's happened,

I'm obviously spun out also, but we need a plan.

Yeah, kill him! Okay? That's the plan.

Look, right now, all that matters is finding him

and ending him before he hurts anybody else.

And once we do that, we'll figure everything else out.

What about Cass?

Is he... is he really dead?

You know he is.

Uh, hi.

Easy. easy now. I'm just...

My name's Christine Barker.

I'm a Sheriff.

I'm just here to help, okay?

Okay?

Is that -- Castiel.

Always knew he'd meet a bad end.

He deserved better.

No, he really didn't.

The mother's upstairs, but she's --

I don't care about the brood mare.

Where's the child?

Gone.

Of course he is.

So weird.

Why don't you head out on patrol, Earl?

And by the way, there's no such thing as “weird.”

Everyone's normal in their own way.

Right.

Sorry, Sheriff. Yeah.

Totally normal.

Hope those are all right.

Just pulled some stuff from the lost and found.

Everything fit?

Here. Take a seat.

Sit.

Okay. Let's start with the basics.

What's your name?

What's your name?

Jack.

Okay, Jack.

Jack what?

What's your last name?

Okay, how 'bout, uh,

where are your parents?

Your mother and father?

My mother, she's in Heaven.

Mm. My father...

he was supposed to be here,

but he's not.

I'm trying to find him.

I have to find him.

Sure. We can do that.

What's his phone number?

What about his address? Or an e-mail?

Is there anything you do remember, Jack?

I remember when the bad woman burned.

I remember the universe screamed.

Okay. I'm gonna take your thumbprint,

and we're gonna run it through the system.

If we get a match, we get you home, yeah?

Okay, just like that.

And...press it here.

Okay.

You stay here. I'll be right back.

Mm. Dude...

How high are you?

I don't know what that means.

Well, it means, um, like, wasted, lit,

chonged, blitz, blasted,

blazed, baked. Nothing, no?

Look, I'm not judging you.

I'm -- I'm jealous. What are you on?

I'm on a chair

on the floor...

on the planet Earth.

You are so stoned, man.

No, I'm not stoned.

I'm...

What?

Hungry.

I'm hungry.

Well...

You really think that Lucifer Jr.'s

at Pirate Pete's Jolly Treats?

That he was, like, what, “Before I destroy the world,

let me just grab a bag of a curly fries”?

Look, if he would've kept to the main road,

he would've walked past it. And I don't know --

Fine. Just make it quick. You're not coming?

No. Look, maybe you're right.

Maybe the Devil's kid is in there just hanging out. Okay?

Or maybe he's halfway across the country, torching Chicago.

I'm gonna call Jody, check in, see if she can't help us

put a nationwide APB out...

on a creepy Satanic nudist.

Yeah, right. Good.

“Good” is not the word I would use.

Fries.

Lady, seriously, we don't have fries.

It's breakfast only until 11:00.

But like I've said three times already,

hash browns are basically the same.

Boo!

Fries!

Welcome to Pirate Pete's Jolly Treats. Argh.

How can I help you?

He wants fries. We all want fries.

Shut up!

Ignore her. She's drunk off her ass.

Little bit. Right, uh...

Okay, I'm -- I'm looking for a guy.

Uh, he -- he's about your height.