[Like a Virgin]
EXT. SKY - NIGHT / INT. TWO-SEATER PLANE
The small plane was being battered by bad weather. The pilot was Stan and the passenger was Penny.
"How you doing?" Stan asked.
"I'm great. This is great," Penny replied.
"Penny, it's gonna be okay. You know, a lot more people die in the shower."
"Good to know. Thanks."
"I didn't think we'd run into any weather, though."
"Look, can we just land? Please?"
"Couple minutes. All right? We're close. I'm sorry."
Outside the window, Penny saw a large shape and cried, "What was that?!"
"What?"
"Something just flew by the window! It was huge!"
"Probably just a bird, okay?"
"No! No, Stan, that was not a bird."
"Well, then, what was it?"
"I don't know."
"Penny, there's nothing out there. I promise. Hey, just close your eyes, okay? It's okay. Just lean back. Try to relax. Think of someplace nice. Waves on a beach."
"Stan?!"
Something pulled Stan from the cabin, leaving Penny alone in the plane.
"Oh! Oh, my God! No, no, no, no, no, no!" She screamed.
INT. BOBBY'S BASEMENT
Dean stood with folded arms, tapping his fingers against his other arm.
The panic room door opened and Castiel came out, rolling down his sleeves. Sam laid on a cot in the panic room, hooked up to an IV.
"Well?" Dean pressed.
"His soul is in place," Castiel informed.
"Is he ever gonna wake up?"
"I'm not a human doctor, Dean."
"Could you take a guess?"
"Okay. Probably not."
"Oh, well, don't sugarcoat it."
Castiel looked at him. "I'm sorry, Dean, but I warned you not to put that thing back inside him."
"What was I supposed to do? Let T-1000 walk around, hope he doesn't open fire?"
"Let me tell you what his soul felt like when I touched it. Like it had been skinned alive, Dean. If you wanted to kill your brother, you should have done it outright."
Dean looked around the basement. Castiel was gone.
INT. BOBBY'S LIVING ROOM - DAY
Dean sat at the desk across from Bobby and Francesca.
Bobby poured him a drink before he said, "Like my daddy always said, just 'cause it kills your liver don't mean it ain't medicine."
"Sam still asleep?" Francesca asked.
Dean took a drink, as did Bobby and Francesca.
"Yeah," Dean answered.
"He'll wake up," Bobby reassured.
"Yeah."
"Dean, he's been through how much? Somehow, he always bounces back."
"He's never been through this," Dean stated, seeing the newspaper Bobby and Francesca were looking at. "Job?"
"Might be."
Bobby passed over the printout from The Portland Chronicle with the headline SMALL PLANE CRASH KILLS TWO.
"Can I help?" Dean asked. "Send us to the library? Anything?"
Francesca glanced at Dean. "Couple goes up in a light plane. Wreckage was just found in the woods."
"Couple of Buddy Hollys? Doesn't really seem like News of the Weird."
"Hey, too soon."
"Baby, it's been years."
"So?"
She huffed. "Oh, whatever."
"Pilot was found 17 miles away, flambéed," Bobby informed. "Girl's just gone. No body, no nothing."
"Okay, I'm not changing the channel."
"Dean," Sam called.
Dean set his glass down hard, turning to face Sam and stood.
"Sam?" Dean questioned as Sam hugged him.
Sam hugged Bobby and Francesca.
"Good to see you," Bobby said.
"Hey, Sam," Francesca greeted with a smile.
Sam frowned. "Wait. I saw you - I-I felt Lucifer snap your necks."
"Well, Cas kind of-" Bobby began.
"Cas is alive?"
"Yeah, Cas - Cas is fine," Dean replied. "Sam, are you okay?"
"Actually, um... I'm starving."
INT. BOBBY'S KITCHEN
Sam ate a sandwich. He was sitting at a table with Dean; both had a beer in front of them. Bobby was leaning against the counter, Francesca next to him.
"So, Sam..." Dean said.
"Yeah?" Sam asked.
"What's the last thing you remember?"
"The field. And then I fell."
"Okay. And then?"
"I woke up in the panic room."
Bobby frowned. "That's it? You really don't remember-"
Dean cut him off. "Let's be glad. Who wants to remember all that hell?"
"Well, how long was I gone?" Sam asked.
"About a year and a half."
"What? I was downstairs f- I don't remember anything. So, how'd I get back? Was it Cas?"
"Not exactly."
"Dean, what did you do?"
"Me and Death-"
"Death?! The horseman?"
"I had leverage. It's done."
"You sure?"
"It's over. Slate's wiped."
"Well, isn't this just neat and clean?" Bobby commented.
Francesca shot him a look as Dean said, "Yes, it is - for once."
"Is there anything else I should know?" Sam wondered.
Dean hesitated before he replied, "No. Another beer?"
"Uh, yeah."
Dean got up.
EXT. BOBBY'S YARD
Bobby was under a car, using a wrench.
"Hey," Dean greeted, holding up two beers.
"How is he?" Bobby asked.
"He's, uh... He's good. Really good. Better than I could've hoped." He put a beer on the workbench and sat down before opening the other beer.
"Uh-huh."
"What? Why the poopface?" He took a drink.
Bobby came over. "I'm glad he's better. I really am. But... That kid went straight-up Menendez on me and Frankie not ten days ago. And now it's all just... erased? Sorry. I'm having a bit of a hard time even looking at him. Frankie seems to have an easier time with that."
"It wasn't Sam."
"Well, maybe it wasn't all Sam, but it was him, Dean."
"Well, what do you want to do, Bobby? We tell him everything?"
"No. Just wish I could, that's all."
"Yeah, but if we start throwing that crap at him, we don't know what's gonna happen. It could - it could crack the wall."
"I know. I know."
"So, you know what? As far as I'm concerned, it's a gift horse, and I'm not looking for teeth. I'm sending Death a damn fruit basket."
"He's gonna find out, you know. One way or another, someone'll tell him, or he'll figure it out on his own. He's not dumb. He should hear it from us."
"Can we just leave it alone for the moment, please?"
Bobby put up his hands and went back to work with the wrench. "Okay. But you and Frankie better prep for the B side, 'cause when Sam realizes we're shining him, it ain't gonna be cute."
Dean took another drink.
EXT. CAR GRAVEYARD
Dean closed the trunk of the Impala.
Bobby opened the front passenger door and asked, "Sam still asleep?"
"Yeah, let him rest," Dean replied. "We'll call him later."
Sam walked up. "Call me from where?"
"Oh. Um, there's this thing in Oregon."
"Great. I'm in."
"Whoa, whoa. You just got vertical."
"Exactly. I'm up. I'm good."
"Well, a few more days of crap cable couldn't hurt."
Francesca frowned. "Hey, it's not that bad. Sometimes it's funny."
Sam gave her a small smile before looking back at Dean. "Right. Because that's what you did when you got back from Hell."
"All right. You, me, Bobby and Frankie," Dean decided.
"Oh, you three go on ahead," Bobby told them. "You got this covered. I, uh, forgot I promised that idjit Rufus I'd work the phones for him, so..."
"You sure?"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. You three enjoy catching up, okay?" Bobby left.
"What was that?" Sam wondered.
"One part age, three parts liquor," Dean answered before the three headed to their respective doors.
EXT. ROAD
INT. IMPALA
Sam was on the phone. "Uh, you got it, officer. Thank you. You too." He hung up. "So, get this - besides the crash, there were two other disappearances in town this week."
"Really?" Dean asked.
"Yeah, last weekend, a college girl vanished from her apartment. On the 17th floor. Then, three days ago, another girl didn't make it home from school."
"They know each other?" Francesca questioned.
"No. No connection. Just young and female, like the plane-crash girl." He glanced back. "We'll keep you safe, Frankie."
She nodded as Dean asked, "Why would disappear a girl out of the sky, anyway?"
"Good question." Sam waited a moment. "So you never even tried, huh?"
"Tried?"
"To go live a life... after. You do remember you promised that, right?"
"Yeah, I remember."
"So, why didn't you try?"
"What makes you think I didn't?"
"'Cause look at you. Look at this. You're exactly the same."
"Yeah, you're probably right." He paused a long moment. "I was with her for a year before we got back in. Frankie and I are dating, you know."
"A year?" Dean nodded. "So then what?"
"Staying out didn't work out." He turned up the music.
They passed a sign that said PORTLAND 20.
EXT. DESSERTINES' HOUSE - DAY
"You're, uh... Penny Dessertine's sister, right?" Dean asked.
"Mm-hmm," Penny's sister hummed.
"Uh, we'd just like to ask you a few questions," Sam told her.
"Look, the cops already came by. I'm tired. So, if you don't mind-"
"I-I understand. Really, I do. I know how hard this must be. We'd just like to figure out what happened. This will be quick. I promise."
"Okay. Fine. Come in."
INT. PENNY'S HOUSE
"Penny was very shy," Penny's sister said. "To herself. Not at all what you'd call adventurous."
"What, like flying through a lightning storm in a two-seater?" Dean questioned.
"She was terrified of that thing. She just did it for Stan."
"Stan?" Sam and Francesca repeated.
"They were just starting to get serious. She didn't want to seem, you know... Not interested. I just wish I'd told her to stay home. We don't even have a body to bury."
INT. MOTEL ROOM
"Hey," Sam and Francesca greeted.
"What do you two got?" Dean asked.
"Uh... Well, looks like those other two missing girls both baked cookies for the Lord," Sam replied.
"What is that? Code?"
"No," Francesca answered. "Church choir, bake sales, promise-ring clubs - the works. They were good girls. But Penny wasn't even a Christian, so-"
"I have another theory," Dean said. "Penny's diary."
Sam frowned. "Did you steal that from her room?"
"I love that you even asked me that."
"And why wouldn't I?"
"No reason. So girl-napping. What if it's not about religion, what if it's about purity?"
"You mean you think they're all-"
"Virgins, Sam. Virgins. Frankie has said no until she chooses otherwise, which I respect."
"Penny was 22," Sam said, turning to Francesca. "Never?"
She shook her head. "No. Stop looking at me like that!"
"Yeah, with a pink room," Dean told him, changing the subject, much to Francesca's relief.
"So?" Sam asked.
"And stuffed teddy bears."
"Fine. But you really think-"
Dean read from Penny's diary. ""I've decided I'm going to give Stan my most precious gift.""
"Wow. That sounded really creepy coming out of your mouth."
"I think I delivered it."
"You know, you - you could have led with 'the diary'. You know? Anyways, let's say you're right. Fine. Who would want virgins?"
"You got me. I prefer ladies with experience. But I respect Frankie's decision to wait. Love is a weird thing."
EXT. STREET IN FRONT OF ST. MARY'S CENTER FOR CATHOLIC STUDIES - NIGHT
Melissa and two other young women were walking together. Melissa went in a different direction. Something swooped from the sky and attacked her.
"Aaaaaaaah!" Melissa cried.
EXT. MOTEL
Francesca went to the vending machine to get a soda.
She saw something flying through the air and shot her gun at it, but the flying figure avoided it.
She was attacked and hit the flying creature with her gun, but was grabbed and taken away.
INT. MOTEL ROOM
Dean frowned. "Where's Frankie? She should be back."
Sam shrugged. "I don't know."
EXT. MOTEL ROOM
The brothers went out to the vending machine and saw a gun and droplets of blood.
Dean turned to his brother. "We gotta find her. Sam, I can't- I can't lose her."
"We'll find her," Sam reassured.
INT. HOSPITAL - DAY
"It happened so fast," Melissa said.
"It's all right, Melissa," Sam told her. "What came at you? You can tell us?"
"It - it looked like a... a giant bat. You think I'm making it up, right? That's what the other man said."
"Well, I'm not the other man."
"It came right at me. It was huge. I swear. That's how I got this." She pulled her gown forward to reveal large gashes on her back.
"So, it attacked. And then what happened?"
"I don't know. I passed out, and when I woke up, it was gone."
"Is there anything else you can think of?" Sam asked. "Anything you can tell us, even if it doesn't seem important?"
"Well, my ring got lost. Or else that thing stole it, if that makes any sense."
"What kind of ring?" Dean questioned.
"Gold. Promise ring."
"Promise ring. So, uh... from, like, a church? Like - like a purity ring?"
"Yeah. Why?"
"I got to ask. Uh, Melissa... Look, nobody is, uh, judging anybody here, okay? Believe me. But... Should you really be wearing that ring?"
"Well, I-I mean, I-I am-"
"Really?"
"Matt Barne didn't count!"
EXT. HOSPITAL PARKING LOT
Sam frowned. "So, what, you think Batman tried to rape her?"
"Well, he does carry a lot of rage," Dean replied. "But he rejected her because she was already dehymenated, huh? He took Frankie."
"We'll find her. You think?"
"I think it just goes to show that being easy's pretty much all upside."
"So, what kind of thing likes virgins and gold?"
"P. Diddy?"
"You know, it's comforting."
"What's that?"
"I died for a year, came back, and you're still not funny."
"Shut up. I'm hilarious."
INT. MOTEL ROOM
"This can't be possible," Sam said.
"Try me," Dean replied.
"Um, I googled "fire," "claws," "flying," "stealing virgins," and "gold," and it all takes me to the same place."
"Where?"
"World of Warcraft fan sites."
"I don't know what that means."
"Dragons, dude. See? Told you. Not possible."
"Actually, it might be."
"How? In what reality?"
"It's been a strange year. We should get a second opinion."
INT. BOBBY'S KITCHEN / INT. MOTEL ROOM
Bobby was cooking. The phone rang and he answered. "Yeah?"
"What do you know about dragons?" Dean questioned.
"What? Nothing."
"Seriously."
"Well, they're not like the Loch Ness monster, Dean. Dragons aren't real."
"Could you make a few calls?"
"To who? Hogwarts?"
"Humor me."
"Fine."
"You're a gentleman and a scholar."
"Yeah, yeah. Hey, how's Memento doing over there? He caught you two in any lies yet?"
"Everything's fine. Sam says hey." He hung up.
INT. MOTEL ROOM
"You okay?" Sam asked.
"Yeah," Dean answered.
"Bobby say anything?"
"Nope."
Sam flipped through John's journal.
"Dad never wrote anything about dragons. I promise. I'd remember if I read The Neverending Story in there."
"Hey, did we hunt a skin walker lately?" Sam asked.
"Doesn't ring a bell. Why?"
"I don't know. Just... déjà vu or something. Are you sure? I could have sworn-"
"You got to remember, your eggs are still a little scrambled, right? But, yeah, I'm sure."
"All right. Yeah. Never mind."
Dean's phone rang and he answered. "Hey, Bobby. What do you got?"
"Can't believe she didn't jump right to mind. Dr. Visyak. Medieval Studies, S.F.U."
"Dr. Visyak, S.F.U. Got it. Thanks. All right. I'm going to San Francisco, figure out how to kill these things. You figure out where they are. Hopefully Frankie is there."
"What do you mean hopefully Frankie is there? Dean, where is she?"
"She got nabbed. But we'll get her back, Bobby. I promise."
"W-wait," Sam stammered. "D-did Bobby say where they like to park?"
"No."
"Great. Back to the lore."
"Which says what? That they live in Middle Earth?"
"No. Caves."
"You're such a nerd."
INT. SEWER
"Please let me go!" a girl begged. "Please! No! Aah! Now!"
"Shut up!" dragon one ordered. "Shut up, or I'll break the other one. Now, get in there. Come on."
"It's okay," Penny reassured. "It's gonna be okay."
Francesca pulled at the bars, trying to get out and turned to the girls. "I have a couple guys coming. Don't worry. They'll get us out of here."
EXT. DR. VISYAK'S HOUSE - DAY
Dean pressed the buzzer.
"Yes?" Dr. Visyak asked.
"Dr. Visyak," Dean said. "My name is Dean Winchester."
"Office hours are Monday and Friday."
"Bobby Singer sent me. Hello? Hi."
The door opened and Dr. Visyak came out.
INT. DR. VISYAK'S HOUSE
"Bobby Singer," Dr. Visyak stated. "Tell him something for me next time you see him."
"Hmm?" Dean hummed.
"Actually, just kick him in the jewels. That's more poetic."
"No love lost between you, huh?"
"No. Just the opposite."
"Oh?"
"That's his story to tell. He's the idiot. So, what's this about?"
"Well, uh... Dragons."
"Really?"
"What, no 12-sided-dice joke?"
"We can joke about them because they've disappeared. But they aren't funny. At all."
"Well, one just flew in stateside."
"Are you sure?"
"Fits the lore to a T."
"But how? I mean, why? It's been 700 years."
"Banner crop of crazy all the way around these days, doc."
"So you want to know how to kill it."
"That's right."
"Well, you need a blade."
"Uh... Okay. What kind of blade?"
"One forged with dragon's blood."
"So you need to kill one, but you got to kill one to make one. How does that work out?"
"Well, there aren't many dragon swords around anymore. Five or six, tops, worldwide. I mean, there's the sword of St. George, and, of course, there's Excalibur. And there's-"
"You know a lot about this stuff, don't you?"
"Well, I sure as hell better. I have one in the basement."
"You have one."
"Finding it took two decades, countless hours, and some really bad sex with an eastern European ambassador, but, yeah." She opened a door to a room containing a sword embedded in a boulder.
"That is not real. Is that real? Is it Excalibur?"
"No. This... Is the Sword of Brunswick. Love of my life."
"So, uh, what's with the cement shoe?"
"You know, binding a sword to stone used to be all the rage. To protect them."
"All right, well, how do we get this puppy out?"
Dr. Visyak laughed. "Well, come on. You know this one. We need a brave knight who's willing to step up and kill the beast."
"Right. All right, well, I'll, uh, give it a whirl. Do you mind?"
"Oh."
Dean went pull the sword from the stone, but was unable to and fell.
"You okay?" Dr. Visyak asked.
"Never better." He tried again and failed. "Oh, son of a bitch! That's really on there!"
"Yeah, afraid so."
"Well, I have another idea."
"What?"
"Well, you're not gonna like it."
INT. MOTEL ROOM
Sam called Bobby.
"Sam. Where's Dean? Did you get Frankie back?"
"Hey, um... He went to go see your friend. Not yet, but we will. So, look, I'm trying to figure out where this thing lairs up. Uh, little help, maybe?"
"What are the parameters?"
"Caves, basically. But there's nothing around for miles."
"So, less literal, then. What else you got local that's cold, dark, and wet?"
"Huh. Well, um... There's no subway lines. Sewers. That could be it. Thanks."
"All right."
"Wait, Bobby. Wait. Um... You okay?"
"Yeah, of course. Why? What's wrong?"
"Besides the way you been acting and talking? Nothing. Is there something I should know?"
"No. All you need to know is where Godzilla's holed up."
"Well, Bobby, what happened this last year?"
"It had its moments. No more than usual. It's got nothing to do with you, Sam. How could it?"
"Right. 'Course."
"Call me if you need anything."
"Ye-"
Bobby hung up. Sam sighed and closed his eyes before saying, "Castiel, um... I'm back. So, if you got a minute..."
"Sam," Castiel said. "It's so good to see you alive."
"Yeah. You too."
Castiel walked over to Sam, arms out in an attempt to hug him, but Sam sat down instead.
"Um... Look, I-I would hug you, but-" Sam trailed.
"-that would be awkward," Castiel finished.
"Um... Was a crazy year, huh? I-I-I just talked to Bobby. He-he told me everything that happened."
"Frankly, I'm surprised you survived. I was begging Dean not to do it."
"Yeah. No, I-I-I can understand that."
"You know, it's a miracle it didn't kill you."
"Yeah. Yeah, it's a miracle, all right."
"So, how does it feel?"
"What?"
"Well, to have your soul back, of course."
"Right. Y-you mean 'cause I was walking around with no soul. Uh... Really good, Cas. I'm real good. You know what? I'm-I'm just hazy on a few of the details, though. Um... You think maybe you could... walk me through?"
INT. DR. VISYAK'S BASEMENT
Dr. Visyak frowned. "You know what? I-I-I don't like this at all. You do realize that this is the single most valuable artifact you have ever touched."
"It's also the only weapon we got," Dean told her. "Look, I know what I'm doing, okay? I actually learned it all from Bobby. Hey, whatever happened there, you know he's at least a genius at this. Do you want me to kill that dragon or not?"
"Okay."
"Trust me." He knelt next to the rock and placed C4 on it. "You rocks think you're so smart. All right. Welcome to the 21st century. All right, stand back."
Dean and Dr. Visyak exited the room. Dean detonated the charges.
"Okay. Now..." Dean said, pulling the sword which had broken in half. "You got insurance for this?"
INT. MOTEL
Sam frowned as he looked at the sword. "And what are we supposed to do with this, Dean? Give it a booster shot?"
"It's what we got," Dean replied. "All right? We're just gonna have to get a little closer. That's all. Where are we on the caves?"
"Nowhere. Sewers, on the other hand... Here. Check this out." He pointed at their map. "So, two of the disappearances happened within a mile of here. Frankie was kidnapped at the motel. So I think we start there and work our way around."
"Awesome. Who doesn't love sewers? Let's go."
Sam looked like he was about to say something.
"What?" Dean asked.
"Nothing," Sam answered. "Uh, yeah, let's go."
INT. SEWERS
"Ugh!" Dean cried. "God. Just when I get used to a smell, I hit a new flavor. Dude, we have been down here for hours. There is nothing. I think the lore is off. Hey, what if, uh... What if dragons like nice hotels?"
Something caught Sam's eye. "What is that?"
Sam shined his flashlight at something behind Dean.
"What?" Dean wondered.
Dean shined his flashlight and saw that they were looking at a pile of gold.
"Holy crap," Dean said, picking up a gold watch from the pile. "Okay, maybe there are dragons here." He started taking some of the gold.
"Wait," Sam told him. "Dean... Not now. Check this out." He ran towards an altar he had found where a leather-bound book laid. "A little arts-and-crafty for a giant bat, right?"
"Hello?" Penny called. "Is someone there? Hello?"
"Hello?" Francesca said.
Sam and Dean found the girls trapped under the grates of the sewer.
"Hey. We're gonna get you out," Dean reassured. "Frankie, you okay?"
Francesca nodded. "Yeah, but you should hurry."
"Quick. He's coming back," Penny warned.
Sam was pulled back by a dragon. Dean took out the dragon sword.
"Where do you think you're gonna stick that?" the dragon asked as Dean cut into the dragon's arm. "Aah! Where did you get that?"
"Comic-Con," Dean replied.
The dragon knocked the sword from his hands. The sword fell between the grates. The dragon approached Dean, his hand glowing brightly. Sam distracted him. Dean grabbed at the sword, which was just out of reach.
"Come on, come on," Dean muttered.
Dean was grabbed by another dragon. Sam kicked away the dragon he'd been fighting.
"Aah!" the dragon cried.
Sam reached down and grabbed the sword between the grates. He stabbed the dragon fighting Dean. The other dragon escaped.
EXT. BOBBY'S YARD - DAY
Dean played with one of the gold watches. "Hey, Sam. Ask me what time it is."
"Why don't you just cut the chase and just roll in it?" Sam shot back.
"I rarely have wealth."
"Dean..." Sam began.
"Yeah?"
"I am so... so sorry. I can't even begin to say."
"For what?"
"You know what."
"Did Bobby..."
"Cas."
"Cas. Friggin' child."
"You should have told me, Dean. Frankie should've said something."
"You weren't supposed to know."
"What I did? To Bobby? To Frankie? To you? Of course I should know."
Dean looked at him. "Sam, Death didn't just shove your soul back in, okay? He put up the great wall of Sam between you and the things that you don't remember. And trust me when I say that the things you don't know could kill you. That's not a joke."
"All right. But I have to set things right. Or what I can, anyway."
"It wasn't you."
"You know, I kind of feel like I got slipped the worst mickey of all time... and I woke up to find out that I had burnt the whole city down. And you can say it wasn't me, but... I'm the one with the zippo in my pocket, you know? So I'm not sure that it's cut and dry. And, look, I a-appreciate you trying to protect me. I really do. But I got to fix... What I got to fix. So I need to know what I did."
"But you don't know how dangerous that could be."
"What would you do? Right. Same thing."
"Sam..."
"Boys, something Frankie and I think you ought to see," Bobby said.
INT. BOBBY'S LIVING ROOM
Bobby glanced between the brothers. "Now, as near as Frankie and I can figure it, this dates back to the 14th century."
"What language is it?" Sam asked.
"Da Vinci code. Real obscure Latinate. Gonna take me my golden years and Frankie the prime of her life to translate it all. Oh, and, uh, FYI - that ain't paper."
"What is it?" Dean questioned.
"It's human skin," Francesca answered, cracking a small smirk at their looks of disgust despite that she felt the same. "Okay. Bobby and I are fairly clear on this first bit. It basically describes this place. It's like the backside of your worst nightmares. It's all blood and bone and darkness."
EXT. CLIFF - NIGHT / INT. BOBBY'S LIVING ROOM - DAY
Bobby continued. "Filled with the bodies and souls of all things hungry, sharp, and nasty."
"Where are they?" dragon two asked.
"I ran into trouble," dragon one admitted.
"You're damn lucky I got enough."
Dragon one grabbed one of the girls from the van. "This is your lucky day, little girl. Come on, come on."
"Monsters?" Sam inquired.
"It's monsterland," Bobby replied. "According to this, it goes by many names, most of which Frankie and I can't pronounce, but we're thinking you know Purgatory."
"Purgatory? Awesome," Dean said. "Well, that is good to know. So, you're saying that these, uh, dragon freaks were squatting in the sewers and reading tone poems about Purgatory?"
Francesca shook her head. "Oh, no, no, no. They're reading an instruction manual."
"What?"
"Yeah," Bobby said. "If you're nuts enough to want to access a place that gnarly, this book will show you how to open a door."
"Door to Purgatory. Well, I know a demon who would have loved to have known about that? So, how do you open the door?"
"Ask Cloverfield. I'm pretty sure he's got that page."
Dragon one spoke a spell. "Ego coniuro vos, insolubiliter ad mei potenciam aligati! Ad me... Sine prestolacione venire..."
"Let me go! Please stop!" the girl begged.
"...Debeatis aperiat!"
"No! Please don't!"
"It'll go easier if you relax."
The dragons threw the girl into the fiery pit below.
The dragon continued the spell. "Huc sine mora debeas mater!"
"It gets worse," Bobby warned.
"Worse?" Sam repeated.
"This ain't talking about how to take a vacation over there. This is all about opening a door to let something in."
"Bring something here. What?"
"We're working on it," Francesca replied.
"Could you two give us something?" Dean questioned.
"We got a name."
"Okay."
"Mother."
"Mother?" Sam repeated. "M-mother of what? Mother of dragons?"
"We wish," Bobby said. "It says it a few times here. Mother of all."
The girl the dragons threw into the pit rose back up, her eyes glowing red, and her legs burning like embers.
"Welcome," dragon one greeted.
"You kept me waiting," the mother of all said.
Dean frowned. "What the hell does "mother of all" mean?"
"Frankie and I don't know," Bobby admitted.
The mother of all smiled. "We have so much to do. Let's get started."