I'm trying to fix heaven.
Metatron is trying to fix heaven.
Metatron isn't trying to fix anything.
He's trying to break it.
Angels. They're falling.
Metatron -- he took my Grace.
That means you're human.
Cass, listen to me. There are angels out there.
They're looking for you, and they're pissed.
Until their last breath,
they will seek revenge on the angel that did this,
who destroyed heaven. Stop.
That was beautiful, Clarence.
We're dealing with a reaper.
I can find you anywhere!
Sammy's hurt. He's hurt real bad.
This one goes out to any angel.
This is Dean Winchester, and I need your help.
Start with a name. Ezekiel.
There is a chance I can fix your brother from the inside.
What, possession?
It's the best of a bad situation.
How will it work?
I heal Sam while healing myself.
Sam can eject me at any time,
and if Sam does eject me, he will die.
Then we keep it a secret for now.
Monsignor Cassidy will join us for dinner on Saturday.
And mass, of course.
He can be a pain,
so let's have everybody on their toes.
Gentlemen.
We're looking for a man we believe you may know.
His name is Castiel.
Hey, Clarence.
How much longer you gonna be with us?
I'll be moving on tonight after work.
It's time.
Can I ask you something?
Sure.
Do you ever tire of urinating?
I'll never get used to it.
Yeah, I got some more bags for you.
♪ Supernatural 9x03 ♪ I'm No Angel Original Air Date on October 22, 2013
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Sam!
You here?
Hey. Morning.
You been outside already?
Yeah. Woke up, went for a run.
Beautiful sunrise.
Anyways, cleaned up. Went and got breakfast.
Grabbed you real bacon and eggs, extra grease.
Not even gonna argue.
Mm, perfect.
Wait.
You went running?
What? Why do you look so worried?
Let's see. There's Cass,
who I told to haul ass here.
That was days ago. He's still out there.
Um, there's you.
Me? I feel great.
I'm sure you do, but, Sam, you went through the trials.
Okay, that put a big strain on you.
I just think it's better if you took it easy,
you know, and didn't act like you were --
possessed by an angel.
And he does feel better.
A work in progress, of course, but I am slowly healing him.
That's great.
Um, but --
I have news.
I've picked up chatter among the angels.
Not all are wandering around in confusion.
Yeah, some of 'em are after Cass.
There is a faction that is rapidly organizing
and finding human vessels to contain them.
Led by Naomi?
I have not heard that name, no.
But it is this faction's leadership
who want Castiel found.
You see, Dean, I can be useful.
So can my brother.
So, why don't you go check your e-mail,
and if I need your help, I'll let you know.
Dean. I said I'll let you know.
I mean, you know, Cass is human now.
It's gonna take him a lot longer to travel.
I'm gonna get whiplash.
What?
Nothing.
Um, all right, so, I was thinking
that if the angels are organizing,
then that makes them a lot more dangerous than we thought.
Why do you think they're organizing?
It makes sense.
My point is, is that the more of them that are after Cass,
the worse it is, so...We got to find him.
Folks, like I've been telling you,
we're in that most sacred of times.
A legion of angels reaches out for us.
Can you feel their divine presence?
And if you do, there's nothing to fear.
Heck no.
If the angels come a-knocking,
you just let 'em on in
and fill yourself up with their Grace.
This is the Reverend Buddy Boyle
in the "goin' for glory hour" wishing you a most blessed day.
Amen.
And we're clear.
Beautiful, buddy. One of your best.
Oh, well, that is high praise, sir,
seeing as how you're an emissary of the man upstairs himself.
Thank you, Bart.
It's Bartholomew,
and I have to say,
God has personally assured me
that he is highly pleased with your work.
He prepareth a special reward
for helping him populate a true heaven on earth.
Well, between you and me,
it's practically reward enough being one of the few humans
of all time to get orders from an actual angel.
But if he prepareth I am honored.
Terrific.
Sir? I'm ready.
Oh?
Let me be a vessel for the divine.
I give myself over to you.
Oh. Hallelujah.
Yes.
Well...
If you're certain.
Aah! Oh!
Bart!
What the hell?
Buddy...
The simple truth is,
not all who are willing
are designed to contain heaven's Grace.
We have to expect a casualty now and then.
It's a small price to pay when you think about it.
Like the lamb of the sacrifice.
Sure.
All right, so this is where Cass called from on Tuesday --
Longmont, Colorado.
Each circle is how far he might have gotten
in one, two, and three days out.
Okay.
Here we go.
The same day he called from Longmont,
weird murder, same town.
Cops said it was like the girl was blasted from the inside out.
Angel kill.
They might have just missed Cass.
Unless they got him.
You got an Emory Park, Iowa?
Emory Park, Emory Park. I just saw that.
Yeah, a couple days outside of Longmont.
Okay, because two priests were murdered there Thursday.
Eyes blown out, evidence of torture.
They were impaled on posts.
Torture? Yeah.
Angels are looking for info.
Man, if they get to him before we do...
Yeah.
Thank you.
I was so hungry.
Very kind of you to share.
It's okay.
You know, I'm finding that often
people with the least to give are the most generous.
Anyway...
I've got to plan better.
I ran out of food very quickly today.
You're new at this, aren't you?
Food.
Sleep or passing gas,
it's all very strange.
And it's occurred to me that one day I'm gonna die.
Well...
I better try falling asleep.
It's quite a process, isn't it?
Try counting sheep.
Thanks once again.
What sheep?
Aah! Ah.
You're human?
Yeah. Yeah, I think I know this guy you're talking about.
Sounds like Clarence. Clarence?
The church -- it runs a shelter in town,
and we work here.
We earn our keep.
Clarence spent a couple nights, and then had to move on.
And he left the day the bodies were found?
Matter of fact.
Oh, man, those poor guys were a mess.
They must have suffered bad.
But at least now they're with the angels.
I sure as hell hope not.
Clarence happen to mention where he was headed?
No.
He just said he always had to keep going.
All right. Well, he's definitely been here.
Good news is he's getting cagey.
He's using a fake name -- Clarence.
That's what Meg used to call him.
Of course, he doesn't get that's the name
of a pretty famous angel.
What?
"It's A Wonderful Life."
Dude, seriously?
What'd you come up with?
Another angel kill,
outside a town called Lafayette
about a day's travel east of here.
What is that, Indiana?
Yeah. Body was found in a homeless camp.
Insides barbecued, the whole nine.
Homeless guy?
No, a pharmacist from Dayton.
Huh.
Reverend Boyle's influence is astonishing.
I'll never understand these people.
Our fallen brothers and sisters
are finding vessels faster than we'd even hoped.
They better.
And then they need to help us find Castiel.
You know, the one you let slip through your fingers.
Our Dayton operative is tracking him.
Good, because frankly, you're hanging by a thread.
What?
Our operative did manage to find Castiel,
but Castiel was somehow able to kill him.
What?
He's a madman, sir, and very dangerous.
No. I'm very dangerous.
Now you will find this madman, and you will destroy him.
Do you understand?
That may not be possible, sir.
I'm getting a little tired of you.
Castiel has vanished.
We're unable to track him.
He must have found a way to ward himself against us.
Please, Lord.
Mike is such a good man.
Please send your angels to heal him.
Thank you for hearing me.
Amen.
Mike is your husband?
He's very sick.
Yes. Humans -- so fragile.
I never -- never realized how fragile until recently.
I guess that's why we pray.
When you get dealt such a bad hand sometimes,
you need something stronger than yourself.
That's a wonderful idea, but...
What?
What if you were to find out
that no one is listening?
That God had pretty much left,
that Heaven had gone out of business?
What would you do?
But that's not possible.
I think it's completely possible.
You're missing the point.
It's not possible because I have my faith.
But when I tell you the truth --
Your truth, not mine.
Your lack of faith doesn't cancel what I believe.
That's not how it works.
You know...
I think you might feel better if you tried it my way.
Someone is listening.
The issue is,
he somehow managed to ward himself against us.
Our ability to track him has been jammed,
which brings us to you.
My kind, we always get what we're looking for, chief.
Yes, reapers.
But some of you have taken your skill set
to a whole new level...
That's the rumor.
...and are willing to freelance.
For a price.
That's the rumor.
Jump start me.
How do I start looking for this...Castiel?
I got one word for you.
Winchester.
Damnedest thing I ever saw.
Vic had a stab wound, but it's not what killed him.
It's like his insides were --
Vaporized?
It's been going around.
So, this guy was a pharmacist from Ohio?
Apparently.
Total family man, religious.
One day, just hops in the S.U.V., takes off,
dies under a bridge here from God knows what.
This is his stuff.
Help yourselves.
Thanks. Thanks.
Anything?
Nothing weird.
Crappy music, a lot of podcasts, all the same one.
Reverend Buddy Boyle's "Goin' For Glory Hour."
Cop said he was religious.
Join me in a heapin' helpin' of glory, friends.
When you're in the presence of the divine, you'll know it.
And if you let yourself, you'll hear it.
So, remember, when angels come a-knocking, let 'em on in.
Angels can't possess a human without permission, right?
Yep.
So, what, they're using this guy to find vessels?
It's a willing audience.
They're all religious types like our pharmacist here.
Buddy Boyle was telling them to let the angels take them over.
Like body snatchers.
How big a reach does this Boyle guy have?
Pretty much the entire planet.
I'm not stealing.
And I'm not a cop.
It's a shame, isn't it?
So much is wasted when there's so many hungry.
I never knew.
Peanut butter and jelly?
It's pretty good.
No, I can't take your food.
You're not. I'm giving it to you.
Look, I've had hard times myself.
Thank you.
Yeah.
Look, for the billionth time,
we're just looking for some information, okay?
We're not cops.
I mean, do we look like cops?
Yes.
Well, we're not cops.
We just need to find a friend who's in it deep.
Look, he might have been here the night that guy was killed.
Were any of you here then?
Maybe.
Oh, okay.
Uh, he's --
he's got dark hair, blue eyes,
a little out of it.
He maybe called himself Clarence?
Clarence, yeah.
You two talk?
Not much.
And...?
I think he was on the run.
You see him with the vic? Uh, victim?
No.
Okay.
He went off to sleep in another part of the resort.
Where?
He's not there now.
Where'd he go?
I saw him running from under the bridge to the highway.
You gonna pay us for all this teeth pulling?
Where was he headed?
He flagged a truck heading north.
Detroit, probably.
Why Detroit?
Truck was marked "Motor City Meats."
Whoo!
Wow, it's beautiful.
If you say so.
Uh, just so you know,
I don't usually bring home strange men.
Am I strange?
No, I mean... Men I don't know.
But you look like you been to hell and back.
Yeah, a few times.
April, by the way. April Kelly.
Um, Castiel.
One name?
Yeah, like God.
Or Cher?
Uh, not to raise any red flags,
but do you know your shirt's soaked in blood?
Look at these chemicals. Do you even read the label?
No. I read "pie."
The rest is just "blah, blah, blah."
Listen, when we hit Detroit,
we start with the homeless shelters.
Right, then go to the encampments, soup kitchens.
Check out places that he might have gone looking for work.
Yeah, and I can -- I can check for vagrancy arrests.
Yeah, and, you know... Odd deaths.
Who are you?!
Why are you trailing us?
You call this rag a bandage?
You're lucky this wasn't infected.
What happened to the guy who attacked you?
Oh, I stabbed him.
He exploded.
Funny.
You don't look like the knife-fight type.
Or the homeless type, actually.
Yes. Well...I guess I trusted the wrong person.
Bad investment advice?
No, vanity.
I thought I was more important, more effective than I am,
that I could... Fix everything.
And now all I can do is keep running.
Well, all patched up,
but, God, your delts are in knots.
You got to relax.
Ah, it's all new to me.
Hunger.
Cold.
This feeling, being all alone.
You're not alone tonight.
So, Maurice.
You bounty hunters are like Delta Force reapers.
Why would they sic you on Cass?
He warded himself.
Naomi hire you?
You really are out of the loop.
Naomi's dead.
Resting in pieces.
So then who's running things now?
Answer!
Her protégé, Bartholomew. He's an up-and-comer.
So he figured we'd lead you to Cass.
This Bartholomew, he organizing the angels?
That's all I know.
You can kill me. It won't matter.
If I don't find Castiel, there are others that will.
But do what you want.
Sure.
Well, say something.
There aren't words.
So, that was okay?
Very much so.
Um...
What I did, that was, uh...
...correct?
Very much so.
Good.
Castiel...
I can't help thinking
all that stuff you said earlier, blame and guilt?
It seems like you're taking on a heavy load
for such a sweet guy.
Believe me, I've done a lot of foolish, unwise things.
I'm no angel.
Well, whoever you trusted...
Can't they help undo this?
We're not in contact.
So what happens next for you?
More of this, I hope.
Oh. I washed your stuff.
Find everything okay?
As a matter of fact, something is missing.
Oh? It was with my jacket.
It's hard to describe.
Oh, you mean this?
What's up?
We been chasing our tails all night.
No Cass.
"What's up?" I'm fried.
I think it's time for plan "B."
I'm not following.
I'm letting you know.
O-okay.
Um, letting me know what?
I'm letting you know.
What is it, Dean?
I need your help.
That is flattering. We've been through this.
I cannot be making public appearances.
Oh, I understand that.
I'm not asking you to walk the red carpet, Zeke, okay?
I need your help finding Cass.
It cannot be done. He is warded.
I know that, but maybe you can use
your intergalactic, hyperspace, X-ray eyeballs
to find someone else.
There might be a reaper for rent on his ass.
Could you find them?
I could try.
It's probably pointless,
washing the blood out of your shirt, really.
It's the kind of thing the real April would have done.
Mm. I miss being her.
Very sweet.
Didn't mind me entering her one bit.
Why didn't you just attack me right away?
My briefing said you were dangerous and powerful.
And you did arrive armed, so...
I needed information, so I had to gain your trust.
And that required intercourse?
Well, I am allowed some leeway for executive decisions.
And I can't say I didn't find you attractive.
Who hired you?
I assumed with Naomi gone, things were in chaos.
New sheriff in town, Cass.
He hired a bunch of us.
I got lucky.
Enough questions from you. I have several of my own.
Let's talk about your buddy Metatron.
All right, let's try this again,
and one of these times, we'll get it right.
I knew nothing about Metatron's spell.
I didn't know he was gonna cast the angels out of Heaven.
I was cast out, too. Oh, dear.
Nothing but reruns on this channel.
These blades are marvelous, aren't they?
They really do a number on humans, too.
I told you last night, and I meant it.
I was naive.
I had no idea what he was planning.
You're lying.
It's known you helped Metatron enter Heaven,
collaborated with him.
'Cause we were going to restore Heaven,
bring the factions together.
He lied to me.
You were with him when he unleashed the spell.
You know how the angels were cast down!
I didn't know he was assembling a spell.
I only knew that I was the final ingredient.
You?
My Grace.
That's why I'm human.
He took my Grace for the spell.
Or you gave it.
It may be unwise to kill me.
If my Grace were the key to empowering the spell,
I may be key to countering it.
Are you negotiating with me, Castiel?
Cass!
This girl's popular with all the boys.
Cass. Cass.
Cass!
No.
Sam, he's gone.
Dean.
Hey.
Hey! Yeah.
And Sam.
Cass. You okay?
Never do that again!
All right.
But I'm confused.
I know she stabbed me,
but I'm -- well, I don't appear to be dead.
Well, you got dinged.
And, uh, you.
I made a deal with her.
Said she wouldn't get kabobed if she brought you back.
She brought you back.
You lied.
I did.
I do that.
You know, you never answered my question.
How did you know where to find Cass?
I told you.
I went through Maurice's pockets.
I found an address and took a shot.
I never saw you go through Maurice's pockets.
What are you talking about?
I don't see half of the nerdy stuff that you do.
It doesn't mean that you don't do nerdy stuff.
I am really enjoying this place.
Plentiful food.
Good water pressure.
Things I never even considered before.
There really is a lot to being human, isn't there?
It ain't all just burritos and strippers, my friend.
Yeah.
I understand what you're saying.
You do?
Yes, there's more to humanity than survival.
You...look for purpose,
and you must not be defeated by anger or despair.
Or hedonism, for that matter.
Where does hedonism come into it?
Well, my time with April was very educational.
Yeah. I mean,
I would think that getting killed is something.
And having sex.
You had sex with April?
Yeah, that would be where the hedonism comes in.
Shh.
So...
Did you have protection?
I had my angel blade.
Oh -- oh, he had the Angel blade.
Um...
In any event, I --
I do now see how difficult life can be
and how well you two have led it.
And I think you'll be great teachers.
Thanks. Cass.
Are there any more burritos?
Uh, yes.
Our little Cass.
He gave it up to a reaper. That is --
Castiel cannot stay here.
He will bring the angels down on all of us.
No, no, he's got the Enochian tattoo.
He's warded.
He was warded when April found him,
and she killed him.
Yes, and you brought him back,
and I thank you for that, but this is Cass,
okay, who vouched for you
when I didn't know you from Jack.
The bunker is safe.
Bartholomew is massing a force.
We cannot stand an incursion.
Castiel is in danger,
and if he is here, I am in danger.
You're in danger? From who, the angels?
If he stays,
I am afraid I will have no choice but to leave.
Oh, no, you can't do that.
Sam's not well enough. If you leave his body...
I know.
I am sorry.
Epic food. I can't get enough.
Cass, uh, can we talk?
Of course.
Dean, you know I always appreciate our talks,
our time together.
Listen, buddy.
Um...
You can't stay.
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