Supernatural: Caged Heat
February 3rd 2011 19:00
Meg kidnaps Sam and Dean and tries to force them to tell her where Crowley is hiding. Sam makes her a deal – they will help her find Crowley if she promises to torture him for information about how to get Sam's soul back. Castiel joins the fight but finds it difficult to work with Meg.
Robert Singer directed the episode written by Brett Matthews with story by Brett Matthews & Jenny Klein.
-CWRobert Singer directed the episode written by Brett Matthews with story by Brett Matthews & Jenny Klein.
Meanwhile, Cas learns something new from the “pizza man” on the hotel TV, and when Crowley really can’t help them get Sam’s soul back, Castiel finds his bones, brings them back to give Crowley one more chance (no, he really can’t do what he said he could), and burns the bones.
ALPHA: I told you. I don’t know anything about –
CROWLEY: Sorry. But your exceptional good looks aren’t gonna buy you any mercy.
~*~*~
DEAN: Oh, look at that, Sam. Demon trying to be funny.
SAM: Oh, is that what just happened?
~*~*~
SAM: Work with us.
DEAN: Whoa, what?
SAM: We’ll hand you Crowley with a bow. On one condition: we come with you and you help us wring a little something out of him before you hack him to bits.
MEG: What?
SAM: Doesn’t matter. Question is, can you get us what we need?
MEG: I apprenticed under Alastair in Hell just like your brother. So Dean, can I make Crowley do whatever I want?
DEAN: …Yeah, she can.
MEG: It’s a deal then. Hugs and puppies all around!
DEAN: You gonna untie us?
MEG: Please. Don’t pretend you don’t enjoy it.
~*~*~
SAM: Castiel, we need you. It’s important….Cas, we found something. It’s this gold box. Apparently Nazis were after it back in the day, someone opened it and their face melted off. I think it’s – ready for this? The Ark of the Covenant. Yeah. So…
CASTIEL: I’m here, Sam. Where is the box?
SAM: I can’t believe you fell for that. That was the plot of Raiders, idiot.
~*~*~
DEAN: Mom?
SAMUEL: He’s gonna give her back to me.
DEAN: Crowley’s gonna bring mom back from the dead?
SAMUEL: You tell me you don’t want her back. (Dean looks at the picture of his mom, doesn’t answer) You know, the one difference between us? You know how to live without her.
DEAN: Look, I know how you feel.
SAMUEL: No, you don’t. She’s my daughter, and she’s dead, and I can do something about it.
DEAN: Do you really think Crowley is gonna make good here?
SAMUEL: He brought Sam back! And me!
DEAN: Trust me, don’t go down that road.
SAMUEL: What are you saying?
DEAN: I’m saying, stop trying. It’s gonna go nowhere good. Samuel, I know we’ve had our differences, but I’m your grandson and I’m telling you that this is wrong for so many reasons.
SAMUEL: You hypocrite!
DEAN: I’m asking you to learn from our mistakes! Doing this, this is how the bad guy gets us every time. It’s our Achille’s heel. Apparently it runs in the family. We will figure something else out. Okay?
SAMUEL: I’m sorry Dean, but I –
DEAN: Fine. Bring her back. But what are you gonna tell her? You gonna tell her you made a deal with a demon? That you wouldn’t help out her sons?
SAMUEL: That’s enough! Just get out.
~*~*~
CASTIEL: (watching TV) It’s very complex.
DEAN: Mm-hmm.
CASTIEL/[b]: If the pizza man truly loves this babysitter, why does he keep slapping her rear? Perhaps she’s done something wrong…
~*~*~
[b]CASTIEL/[b]: Why are we working with these abominations?
[b]MEG: Keep talking dirty. Makes my meatsuit all dewy.
~*~*~
DEAN: You know, Cas, you could help.
CASTIEL/[b]: I’m ambivalent about what we’re attempting.
[b]DEAN: Well, breaking into monster Gitmo is not exactly a two-for-one in the champagne room.
CASTIEL/[b]: I’m not sure retrieving Sam’s soul is wise.
[b]DEAN: Wait, what? Why?
CASTIEL/[b]: I want him to survive.
[b]DEAN: What are you talking about?
CASTIEL/[b]: Sam’s soul has been locked in the cage with Michael and Lucifer for more than a year. And they have nothing to do but take their frustrations out on him. You understand? If we try to force that mutilated thing down Sam’s gullet, we have no idea what will happen. It could be catastrophic.
[b]DEAN: You mean he dies.
CASTIEL/[b]: I mean, he doesn’t. Paralysis. Insanity. Psychic pain so profound that he’s locked inside himself for the rest of his life.
[b]DEAN: But you’re saying you don’t know anything for sure. I mean, he could be fine.
CASTIEL/[b]: He could be, yes.
[b]DEAN: Okay then.
CASTIEL/[b]: But I sincerely doubt it.
[b]DEAN: Well, if he’s not fine, then you fix him.
CASTIEL/[b]: Dean, I wouldn’t know where to begin.
[b]DEAN: Then you figure it out, Cas. Come on, I mean, the guy’s a frigging replicant. He needs his soul. Look, we get it back. And if there are complications, then we will figure out a way to deal with those, too.
CASTIEL/[b]: Of course…Or we fail, and Sam suffers horrifically.
~*~*~
(after the kiss)
[b]MEG: What was that?
CASTIEL/[b]: I learned that from the pizza man.
[b]MEG: Well, A plus for you. I feel so … clean. Okay, gotta go.
~*~*~
DEAN: Sam?!
SAM: Yeah?
DEAN: I’m standing in pee.
SAM: Consider yourself lucky.
DEAN: Yikes. That sucks.
~*~*~
DEAN: Freakin’ hate ghouls!
~*~*~
CROWLEY: What can I do for you, Sam?
SAM: You know damn well. I want my soul back.
MEG: And here I thought you just grew some balls, Sam.
SAM: Well?
CROWLEY: No.
DEAN: Meg?
(she tortures Crowley some more)
CROWLEY: I can’t!
SAM: Can’t or won’t?
CROWLEY: I said ‘can’t’, I meant ‘can’t’, you mop-headed lumberjack. I was lucky to get this much of you out. Going back in there for the sloppy bits? No way. I’m good, but those two in there? Forget it.
~*~*~
CASTIEL: Leave them alone.
CROWLEY: Castiel, haven’t seen you all season. You the cavalry now?
CASTIEL: Put the knife down.
CROWLEY: You that bossy in Heaven? Hear you’re losing out to Raphael. The whole affair makes Vietnam look like a roller derby. Hey, what’s in the gift bag?
CASTIEL: You are.
~*~*~
CASTIEL: Crowley was right. It’s not going well for me upstairs.
DEAN: If there’s anything we can do –
CASTIEL: There isn’t. I wish circumstances were different. Much of the time I’d rather be here.
DEAN: Look, Cas, we know you got a steaming pile on your plate. There’s no need for apologies. We’re your friends.
CASTIEL: Listen, Sam, we’ll find another way.
SAM: You really wanna help? Prison full of monsters, can’t just leave ‘em, can’t let ‘em go.
CASTIEL: I understand. (disappears)
DEAN: He’s right, you know?
SAM: About?
DEAN: About your soul. We’ll figure something else out.
SAM: No, we won’t.
DEAN: Why, because Crowley said –
SAM: You heard what Crowley said. And I heard what Cas said. Putting this thing back in would smash me to bits.
DEAN: We don’t know that for sure.
SAM: You know what? When angels and demons agree on something, call me nuts, I pay attention.
DEAN: You say this now? After we practically died trying to –
SAM: Exactly! We almost got ourselves killed. I mean, how many times do we risk our asses for this? Enough’s enough.
DEAN: Sam –
SAM: I don’t think I want it back.
DEAN: You don’t even know what you’re saying.
SAM: No, I’m saying something you don’t like. You obviously care, a lot. But I think maybe I’m better off without it.
DEAN: You’re wrong. You don’t know how wrong you are.
SAM: I’m not sure about that. (turns and walks away)
DEAN: Sam, don’t walk away. Sam! Sam!
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