Cuthbert Sinclair.
Welcome to the collection, Dean.
He designed most of the warding
that keeps the bunker safe.
Formal separation from Men of Letters, 1956.
He missed the massacre.
According to Dad's journal...
... Abaddon is a Knight of Hell.
THEN
Hello, boys.
God is extinguishing galaxies.
We need to be prepared.
Feels like we're taking a big, probably stupid risk.
It feels good.
The first quest was meant to strengthen Jack's body.
Step two, Jack needs to find the Occultum.
"The Occultum must be in you".
Leave me alone!
His soul is back.
Please forgive me.
NOW
You hear that?
What's with the apron?
Uh. Burgers.
Yeah, but the pilot light keeps going out.
It's, like, the third time this week.
I mean, between that and the... the hot water...
I thought this place was supposed to be state-of-the-art.
It was, in the '50s.
Hmm. Yeah.
Uh, Jack come out of his room yet?
No. I mean, can you blame him?
His soul's back, you know? Everything's hitting him...
everything he's done,
everything he has to do, Amara...
Yeah. Well, I mean, even Billie said it...
to kill Chuck, you got to kill Amara, too.
Yeah. Cass is still looking, but you know what?
Say... Say one of his angel contacts does find her.
What then?
Then we do what we got to do.
Oh, come on. Now the air?
Alright. Well, let's go.
- Go where? - To...
Dude, we fought the Devil, okay? I've killed Hitler.
I think we can handle a few old pipes.
The gas and water converge down here. Maybe.
It's too bad we can't just call a plumber.
Oh, yeah... "Uh, hey, Mario Brothers?
Yeah, could you come to the most secretive,
secure, supernatural hideout in the world?
Great. Thanks. Go, Luigi!"
What is this?
This is the bunker... grid-control...
center thing... I... thingy.
Yeah. Of course.
- "Reset". "Standby". - What?
Why? What do I do when, uh, you know,
my computer has too many pop-ups?
Turn it off, turn it back on again. Hmm?
No, I don't think that's...
I was gonna say I don't think that's a...
- Shh, shh, shh. - ... good idea.
Ha-ha!
Victory!
Now... burger time.
Meat man! Comin' to town!
Oh. Hello, dear.
? Hmm-hmm-hmm ?
Sam!
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Ohh!
How you've lived in this filth is beyond me.
Beyo... Lady, who the hell are you?!
Language!
That's it. I'm getting my gun.
Sammy!
Yeah, hey. I was, uh...
Uh... hi? Wh...
Dean, what's going on?
Well, I was walking into my room,
about to, uh, dive into my Dean Deluxe.
I look up, and there she is, folding my, uh, underthings.
- Your underthings? - My...
Well, if you'd folded them properly to begin with.
I'm sorry. Who are you?
My true name is...
Oh, it's hardly decipherable in your tongue.
Mr. Ganem called me Mrs. Butters.
Oh. Mrs. Butters.
Wait. Our tongue?
So, w-what? You're not human?
Oh, no. No, no.
I'm a wood nymph.
Okay, well, shouldn't you be in the woods somewhere, nymphing?
Well, alas...
that is a young one's game.
But, no, no, I have much more important things to do.
And besides, I live here.
Okay. So... So you're a Man of...
Uh, you're a Lady of Letters?
Oh, God, no.
I was never a member, no.
No, no. No, I was more of a helper.
I, uh, took care of the cleaning and laundry and the cooking.
The Men of Letters, though highly intelligent,
were oblivious to the necessities of life.
But they were my boys.
My family.
Well, that's very progressive.
Uh, okay, well, we don't want any trouble,
so you can just leave.
Leave?
But...
this is... this is my home.
Well, I have worked for the Men of Letters
since before the war.
The war?
What year do you think it is?
1958.
- Oh. - Oh.
Well, afraid to tell you, but it's, uh... it's 2020.
It...
Well... then...
Well... Where is Mr. Markham? Mr. Ackers?
Where... Where are the rest of the Men of Letters?
You're looking at 'em.
The rest of them are, um... they're dead.
How?
A demon named Abaddon killed them, all of them.
Oh.
Ohh.
That's why they didn't come back.
When the lads left for the ceremony,
I was told to stay behind, guard the bunker.
But they never returned.
So, to keep the bunker safe,
I placed it and myself in standby mode.
I never dreamed...
it would take this long to be reactivated.
Yeah, we don't totally know everything about this place yet.
It's kinda been one apocalypse after the other.
Oh, no, it's fine.
I know how busy your work can be.
If you're anything like the others,
then it has been an age
since you had a home-cooked meal or celebrated the holidays or...
oh... ahem...
washed your clothes.
Yeah, we're not really holiday people.
It's worse than I thought.
You said, uh, that... that we were on standby mode.
So, this entire time,
we've been operating on, uh, like, half power?
The Men of Letters used my magic
to give the bunker an extra oomph.
Whoa.
- Hmm. - What's that?
Oh. The radar, of course.
We have a... monster radar?
The chime indicates something relatively nearby.
And by the color...
it looks to be a nest of vampires.
50 miles away. 725 Black Drive.
We have a monster radar.
Yeah. Well, if you boys hurry,
I imagine you can clean out that nest
and make it back here in time for supper.
- Oh, hell yeah! - Ohh... Ooh.
Heck... Heck yeah.
Alright.
Dean, hold up.
- How do we know we can trust her? - You...
Look at her.
It isn't that big of a stretch to think that
the Men of Letters wouldn't have found somebody to help out.
I mean, they were basically
a bunch of uppity, preppy bachelors, you know?
Having a... whatever she is... it's almost required.
- Yeah, but... - Look, why don't...
why don't we go check it out, alright?
If the nest is real, then she's telling the truth,
and we know we just caught a serious break,
and we have not been catching those lately.
And if it isn't?
Then we deal with it.
What about Jack?
Hey, Jack?
Okay.
Uh, listen, me and Sam... we got to head out.
Um, but, uh, we have a guest
that's staying here... kind of.
She's, uh... She's probably harmless,
but just in case, watch yourself, alright?
And if anything happens, obviously, give us a call.
And she's, uh... she's making cookies.
Snickerdoodle.
So if you want some...
Okay.
Even if she is what she says she is, some kind of...
- Magic Roomba? - Whatever.
Do you think it's a good idea having her around?
W... I mean, we do have
the son of Satan living down the hall.
I'm serious. I mean, Chuck is deleting worlds.
Amara is... somewhere.
And Jack... he's...
- A mess. - Yeah.
He'll be fine. I mean, I've been through worse.
Look at me. I'm the picture of health.
Ignoring your trauma doesn't make you healthy.
Sure, it does.
Right. I don't know.
Feels like Jack is hiding something.
He just needs some time, you know, some space.
It's the only thing that works.
I hope you're right.
Hello, Jack?
Jack, Sam and Dean told me
you were going through a hard time.
And I thought I'd make you a sandwich
in case you were hungry.
Well, I'll just...
I'll leave it outside the door
in case you change your mind.
Mr. Barnabas.
Where are you going, Ben?
Hey, how come vampires like that live in mansions
and we live here?
In my new life, I have been discovering
that I have some strange and remarkable powers.
What kind of powers?
You will find out soon enough.
Where have you been?
- Digging a grave. - Whose grave?
Ahh!
Any bloodsuckers in here?!
Whoo!
Well, that's gotta be a record.
I mean, no investigation, no dead ends.
Just... ding! Bloodsuckers.
That monster radar rules. Yeah.
Merry Christmas!
Ha-ha ha!
? Ha ha-ha ha-ha! ?
Oh.
We are so keeping her.
Well, you boys have spent so much time killing monsters,
it seems like you haven't had a chance
to celebrate much of anything.
So that's why we're doing Christmas?
Oh, pbht!
Don't be so dour, Samuel.
Take a breath. Smile!
Enjoy the world you're fighting for.
Ohh, we have so much lost time to make up for!
Christmas and Easter and Thanksgiving.
I make a mean apple-cranberry sauce.
Jack. Hey, uh, this is, uh...
Oh. This is Jack.
What are you?
He's a millennial. Don't let that throw you.
He's a good kid.
- Are you wearing... - Oh. Dude, you gotta see this thing.
It's like I'm wrapped in hugs.
- Oh! - You gotta feel this thing.
Look at this. The... Oh. Heh-ha!
I don't know where you got this, Mrs. B, but...
best gift ever.
Ohh. You're welcome, dear.
Well, if they vouch for you,
then it's okay by me.
Oh, good heavens, you must be starving.
Uh, I'm not that hungry.
Oh, poppycock. A young boy like you.
Here.
Try this.
You'll love it.
Smoothie! I want one.
You... may have tomato juice.
I'm worried about your cholesterol. Tsk-tsk-tsk.
Oh-ho-ho-ho-ho! We got one!
- No crusts. - Ohh! Mrs. B, you're the best.
Samuel, the radar says it's a lamia.
I put blessed knives in the trunk.
And tell Dean to take it easy on the car. I just waxed it.
Should I come or... ?
Wha... No, no. Jack, it's fine. We got it.
Bye-bye!
Well.
What shall we do with you?
Hmm.
So...
your father is Lucifer.
Hmm! Oh, my.
What's that like?
Well, I didn't really know my father very well.
The only family I've ever really had
is Sam, Dean, Cass, and, uh... Mary.
Mary?
Oh. It's alright.
You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to.
Mary was Sam and Dean's mom
and my, um...
She was a good friend.
Well.
She sounds lovely.
She was.
But, um...
I killed her.
Ohh...
I-I didn't mean to. It... It was an accident.
Well...
Yeah.
We all do things, things that we are not proud of.
But...
life gives us second chances.
And it is our obligation
to hold onto them.
Understand?
Would you like another smoothie?
? Happy birthday to you ?
Ahh!
Oh, Mrs. B, when it's my birthday,
can I put in the request to have the, uh,
Rice Krispie treats?
Oh. Dear, at your age,
I wouldn't think you'd want to celebrate your birthday.
There's an extra batch just for you next to the fridge.
You...
You are the best!
Mrs. Butters?
Oh. Y-Yes, dear?
I was just wondering if you could, um...
make me another smoothie.
Of course.
Anything for my boys.
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Cuthbert Sinclair, Men of Letters, File 5150.
As you know, Henshaw was successful
in retrieving the wood nymph from the Thule's laboratories.
After encountering a Nazi battalion,
Subject B, casually referred to as "Mrs. Butters",
destroyed upwards of 200 men before she was restrained.
Wood nymphs, it would seem, though naturally docile,
react violently when home or family are threatened.
To that end, I have conducted a series of, uh, experiments
designed to show this strange and magical being
the importance of our mission.
And Mrs. Butters has agreed to join
the Men of Letters family for service and security.
This...
is a member of the Thule,
who, after a very thorough interrogation,
is no longer of any use.
Mrs. Butters, if you would.
Would anyone like tea or cookies?
Son of a bitch.
Sam?! Sam!
Oh. Slow down, dear. Is everything all right?
Uh, yeah. I was just... looking for Sam.
He'll be here any minute. He's got a big date.
Oh. That's, um, nice.
Are you sure you're alright?
Can I get you some soup or something?
I feel silly. Are you sure I don't look ridiculous?
I feel like I look ridiculous.
Not at all. You look dashing!
Let me see. Yes, yes.
Now, are you sure I couldn't just trim the ends?
- Stop it. - Oh, wow.
Somebody's shopping at Abercrombie & Bitch.
Oh! Language!
- Well... - Don't you listen to him.
You look very handsome.
Eileen's in town.
So I thought, after everything that's happened,
you know, we could go out on a date.
Dinner and privacy, something.
- Heavy on the something. - Oh, Dean!
Now, here.
I want you to take one of the old cars from the garage.
They're all in tip-top condition now.
She'll be very impressed.
Thanks.
Oh, and, Sam, one more thing.
Have fun!
Go get 'em, tiger.
You should be nicer to your brother.
Well, now, why would I do that?
Boys.
Oh, Dean, I noticed that there was a broken TV
in one of the rooms, and I took the liberty of fixing it.
The Dean Cave?
You fi... Ha! Yes!
I know what you are.
- And what's that? - I saw the film.
And how did it make you feel?
Feel?
I-I don't understand.
Ohh. Of course you do.
You enjoyed seeing that man...
well, no, Nazis are hardly men...
that dog's death.
You relished his pain, didn't you, Jack?
What? No.
Wait.
You wanted me to find...
Is this some kind of test?
To... To what?
See if I'm bloodthirsty? Dangerous?
Aren't you?
No.
Yes. You are.
And Sam and Dean...
No, that's not... They know...
Know what?
How powerful you are?
How powerful you've become?
Because I do.
They should be scared of you!
I would never hurt them.
You have before.
Haven't you?
Have you ever thought that Sam and Dean keep you here,
closed in, secure, because they're scared
you'll do to someone else what you did to their mother?
Now that I'm here,
they will never have to worry about you again.
What are you doing?
What I've always done.
I'm protecting my family.
Don't.
What... What... What did you do to me?
Well, you didn't think
those smoothies were for your health, did you?
I've learned a few things
while I was doing the dusting around here.
A little yarrow root, some ground jawbone for texture,
and, voilą, you are as weak as a puppy.
Why?
To make the bunker safe again.
To get rid of all the monsters!
Oh, Mrs. B, I'm starving.
Do you have any... Oh-ho!
You are a dream!
Oh. Well...
Eat up, dear.
You'll need your strength so we can go kill Jack.
Excuse me?
I've got him downstairs, trapped.
- Oh. - You and Sam
don't need to be afraid anymore.
I will not let what happened to the others happen to you.
Damn it!
Yeah, we had a good thing going, and, of course...
of course... you had to go full Nurse Ratched.
Well, I don't know what that means,
but, Dean, he is a monster.
He killed your mother, for heaven's sake!
Yeah. That's, uh...
Tell you what we're gonna do.
- We'll go downstairs. - Right.
We'll let Jack go and forget this ever happened.
I'd hoped for better from you, Dean.
Obviously, he's infected you.
Just like the serpent in the garden.
Hey. Wait. No, no, no, no!
Just like his father!
Don't!
Bit past your curfew, Samuel.
Yeah. Right.
Where are, uh, Jack and Dean?
Uh, well...
I have some good news...
and some bad news.
So Jack has taken over Dean's mind.
Yes.
- And they're both downstairs. - Mm-hmm.
Right now. Ready to be killed by us.
You were always the smart one. Yes.
Yeah. Okay. Um...
I am really glad you caught them.
Oh, it's no trouble.
Ooh!
You know, uh, I'm gonna, uh, get my gun in my room,
and I will meet you downstairs, and we can...
get to the killing.
Wonderful!
Yeah, wonderful.
Samuel?
How was the date?
Dean, hey. It's me.
I'm back in the bunker, and you got to listen.
- Mrs. Butters... - Went psycho. We know.
Why didn't you call me?
Well.
I mean, I, you know, figured you were...
"practicing your sign language".
And that's more important than coming to save you?
- Hmm... - Dean?
It's been a while for you, man, you know?
Hey, come on. Alright, alright. Whatever.
Just how do we stop her?
I don't know. Try shooting her.
Right. Of course.
Alright. Got it.
Wait.
- Will that even work? - Wha... How do I know?
You were the one that was gonna look into this.
W-What? No, Dean... Dean.
"We" were gonna look into that,
and then, you know, we had Christmas...
and Thanksgiving and...
that breakfast for Boxing Day.
Oh, that was the best omelet I've ever had in my life.
Yeah.
Okay, okay. Go down to the boiler room, right?
'Cause if hitting "standby" pulled her
into some sort of suspended animation, then...
Right. Of course. Alright. I'll call you back.
What now?
Well, now we got to figure out a way out of this room.
I could use my power.
No. The amount of power it'd take to get out of those cuffs,
that'd be like sending up a flare for Chuck,
so don't... don't do that.
I have a job, a mission!
Jack, stop.
Do you still think I'm a monster?
Okay, I'm just gonna say this, okay? Just get it out there.
Jack.
I'm trying, okay?
I really am.
But what you did...
that's not easy to forget.
Now, I was angry with you...
for a while.
And maybe I still am a little bit, okay?
But I'm gonna let some Evil Mary Poppins take you out.
Do you understand?
Mrs. Butters?
Samuel? What are you doing?
Mrs. Butters.
What is taking so long?
Oh, I-I just, um...
Ah.
Tsk. Oh, Samuel.
Now, I'm not mad.
I'm... disappointed.
Well.
You know, when they first found me,
I didn't really understand the importance
of this place either or of your jobs.
But after Mr. Cuthbert explained it to me,
I realized that keeping you boys safe
was the most worthwhile occupation in the entire world.
Okay, this isn't how...
Oh! Mm-hmm, it is.
Yes.
Hm, but because you are my favorite,
I won't give up on you.
Not yet.
That is why I am going to help you understand
just the way Mr. Cuthbert helped me.
Okay, wait. You're sure this is gonna work?
Let's say yes. Hmm?
Okay.
Ooh!
- Dang it. - Ugh!
Dang... Damn it. Damn it!!
"Language", my ass.
Come on, pal. You... You... Oh.
Okay, look, there's no way
those things are coming off without the key.
Should we wait for Sam?
Yeah. Sam should've been here by now.
You...
I have another idea.
Yeah?
Now, lesson one... Jack is Lucifer's son.
Therefore Jack is a monster!
I have already had one monster take my family from me.
I won't have it happen again.
Jack's not a monster.
Jack is a kid.
A-A kid who... who's gone
from one tragedy in his life to another!
No! He is not a "kid"!
He has blood on his hands. I can smell it.
Now, Mr. Cuthbert taught me
that pain...
... can be a wonderful teacher.
Let's see if it can't correct your ways.
Ohh.
This is gonna hurt me a lot more than it hurts you.
Huh!
Alright, now, remember...
pain is just weakness leaving the body, mm?
On three. Here we go.
One, two...
Unh!
Hey. Hey.
Yeah. See? Not so bad, right?
Huh? Come on. Let's go.
Jack may not want to kill you now, but he will.
It's in his nature!
The sooner you accept this, the sooner we can be done!
- Dean. - She gone?
- Uh, yeah. - It worked!
Yeah, it worked.
Ah-ha-ha! Problem solved.
Yeah. Ohh. Ahh. That is...
Yeah. Thanks.
You have all been very bad!
I am not gonna fail. Not again!
You thought you could destroy us?
Destroy our family?!
- No. - I wasn't there for them before.
But now I am going to stop you from hurting them!
No, no, no, no, no, no. Mrs. Butters. Don't.
Oh. Samuel, you will thank me eventually.
You hurt him, you hurt us.
No, he's infected you!
I have to keep you safe.
By trying to kill the people we care about?
I... He's... He's a monster!
That's why Mr. Cuthbert said
I couldn't go back to my forest, because of things like that!
No. Mr. Cuthbert used you, okay?
He lied to you.
Mr. Cuthbert tortured you.
- He could save the world. - What?
He can save the world.
What?
That's why we're here, isn't it?
Us, the Men of Letters.
That's the whole mission, is saving the world.
He can do exactly that!
I just...
I miss them so much.
There you go, sweetie. I'm so sorry.
I'm sorry about everything.
It's okay. Really.
Thank you.
Mrs. Butters, uh, you said
Cuthbert convinced you to come work for them,
but, really, you just wanted to go back home.
Oh. Yes, I did.
And now?
Ohh.
I would love to see the... the woods again,
see the sun streaming through the trees.
Oh, you boys would love it.
Creeks and animals, snow and...
Oh, I'm getting carried away.
Then it's settled.
Well.
Sadly, without my magic,
the bunker will revert to standby mode.
So...
Ah, well, things were getting too easy anyway, you know?
Who needs a monster radar?
Or whatever that telescope thing is.
It's an interdimensional geoscope.
It... It's a... what?
- A... - I looked in it earlier.
I didn't see anything.
Ohh. Oh, that's not good.
Ohh.
Oh, look what you've done.
Oh, I shall treasure it always.
Well, I guess it's time.
It... Oh. Dean.
Eat your vegetables.
And, Sam...
cut your hair.
And, Jack...
go save the world.
Well. Goodbye, boys.
Are you, uh...
You know, if... if there's anything
you want to talk about...
I know.
It's just...
I'm supposed to kill God,
and I got...
She got me.
Because I was stupid and...
Sam.
Do you really think I can do this?
Jack, you're the only one who can.
Alright, alright! Heh heh!
He loves that apron.
Boom. Now, Mrs. Butters was right, okay?
We are busy. Sometimes a little too busy.
But right now...
Ta-da!
I made it myself. Obviously.
I mean, it's, you know,
not like Mrs. Butters makes it, but...
It's great.
Alright. Here we go.
Happy birthday, Jack.
Alright.
Make a wish.
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We're tracking down one of the most powerful beings in existence.
We can't just charge in.
We're not, okay?
Maybe you could help.
- We need a location. - We gotta act fast.
In case something goes wrong,
there's something you and Sam need to know.