You and Dean... dying and coming back again and again. The old Death thought it was funny. But now there's one hard, fast rule in this universe. What lives, dies. So the next time you or your brother bite it, well, you're not going to Heaven, Or Hell. One of us ― and, Lord, I hope it's me ― we're gonna make a mistake and toss you out into the Empty. And nothing comes back from that. I know you're dying. I can feel it. You're unclean in the biblical sense. So I'll be seeing you again, Sam. Seeing you real soon.
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S1 E15Unfinished Business
Really? Father Crowley? Really?
I'm sorry, aging, pathetic, has-been rock star. Did I offend your delicate sensibilities?
Alarms have been sounding in Heaven, Castiel. Alarms that haven't gone off in... ever. We don't even know what they mean.
Those alarms are for The Darkness.
The Darkness is a story.
No, it's not. It's real. The Darkness... it's been locked away since the dawn of creation. And now it's free.
God help us.
I wouldn't count on that.
Really?!
What?
We have no idea what ancient, world-shattering evil we're dealing with, but go right ahead! Let it know we're coming!
Oh, Dean. Adorable little Dean. I want that child, and I get what I want. You and Sam don't understand. I'm not your bloody sidekick! We've had some good times. So I'm gonna give you one chance, just one, to walk out that door, or I'm gonna take you apart atom by atom.
NNanny
Amara's a pretty name. Did you name her?
That's what the lovely Jenna called her, just before Amara sucked out her soul. What do we have her watching now?
NNanny
Hitler's Nuremberg speeches. We had them translated.
“How did this happen,” I kept asking myself. Witchcraft was a proud and adventurous calling. But the Grand Coven let it collapse in disgrace. Cowardly witches hiding in the shadows.
UWUnnamed witch
Well, we were being burned and hung by the thousands.
Metatron is also off the grid. He stole your car in Blaine, Missouri, right?
Yeah.
Yeah, no accidents, incidents, violations, or anything remotely interesting involving a crappy '78 Continental Mark V.
You think it's crappy?
UWUnnamed witch
You can't do this! I have rights!
And I have a fake badge.
Now, what were we just chatting about?
How when God created mankind, He really screwed it up.
Language! Is that any way for a primal force to speak?
Every time I take in a soul, I feel how much emptiness there is.
Yes.
God made a world where people have to suffer, and then they die.
Unfortunately.
But frankly, why would they want to live in such a world?
I salute your insight, cupcake. Yes, God's plan is hideously flawed. But you and I together? Well, we can shape things to our own world view. A place where, like the dinosaur, virtue is extinct, where the very air that we breathe is pure evil. Would you like that?
Would you? You'd really be happy if everyone was evil?
Well... actually, now I come to think of it, if everyone was dark and damned, wouldn't be much of a challenge. Watching a human reject the light and embrace depravity... yes, well, that's where the gratification really is. Never gets old. This bemuses you?
Good, evil, heaven, hell, people... it all seems so unimportant.
Well, I don't know that I'd say that.
I don't think you're seeing the big picture.
Meaning, what exactly?
Guess what, Uncle Crowley? I'm hungry.
Are you serious? Dean, it's late. I'm exhausted and ― and ― starving, and this place... I mean, even Swayze wouldn't come to this roadhouse.
Okay, first of all, never use Swayze's name in vain.
I tried to give her my number. You know what she said?
"We got tonight. Who needs tomorrow?"
Is everything a Bob Seger song to you?
Yes
[Sam falls asleep and has a vision of a younger version of John Winchester]
Dad?
You okay, pal? You look a little spooked. It's nice to be back behind the wheel. Looks like Dean's taken good care of this old beast. Seems like he's taken good care of you, too.
What is this? Another vision?
Are you having visions, son?
Don't call me that.
What? A father can't call his―
No, my father is dead.
When has death ever stopped a Winchester?
Look, I don't know what this is, but―
What you said about relationships, wanting something more... I never wanted this for you boys. This life. Not really.
We turned out okay.
You did, didn't you? But that was on you boys. You did that, not me.
Well, you played your part.
I did my best, anyway, for what it was worth.
This isn't real.
I never could fool you, could I?
I prayed when I was in that church, and I saw . . . Something. And now, here you are, whoever you are, whatever you are. What the hell is this?
Dream. Vision. Call it what you want. The message is still the same. The Darkness is coming . . . And only you boys can stop it.
Okay, fine. How? We need help, not visions of dead people.
God helps those who help themselves.
Who are you?
[Sam wakes up]
Come on, man. That quote? "God helps those who help themselves?" God didn't say that. That's not even in the Bible. That's an old proverb that dates way back to Aesop. [Sam looks surprised.] I read. And more importantly, when was the last time God answered any one of our prayers? It's not a vision, Sam. All right? It's just some... some fever dream. That's all. And as far as Dad goes, I dream about Dad all the time.
You do?
Of course I do. It's usually the same one, too. We're all in the car. I'm sitting in the driver's seat, Dad's sitting shotgun. But there aren't any shotguns. There's no monsters. There's no hunting. There's none of that. It's just... he's teaching me how to drive. And, uh, and I'm not little like I was when he actually taught me how to drive. I'm 16, and he's helping me get my learner's permit. Of course, you're in the backseat, just begging to take a turn. We pull up to the house, the family house, and I park in the driveway, and he looks over and he says, "perfect landing, son." I have that dream every couple of months. Kind of comforting, actually.
Castiel [Over the phone]: Right, you place a coin in a Nachzehrer's mouth, then sever their head, and that will kill them. And according to the lore, if you kill the pack's Alpha, everyone they've turned will revert back to human form.
Awesome. All right, where do we find an obol?
Well, according to the Men of Letters' records, you're gonna need a copper coin. They used to use pennies, so you'll need one of those.
Yeah, but one minted pre-1982. So before 1982, pennies were 95% copper. Since then, they're only copper-plated zinc.
Wow. Your nerdiness knows no bounds.
You're welcome.
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