"Supernatural" (2005) {Abandon All Hope (#5.10)} TV Season

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Overview "Supernatural" Season 05 Episode 10 (S05E10)


(Hollywood) USA

Ratings / Votes
9.2/ 10 (1063 Votes)

MPAA Ratings

Production Company
Kripke Enterprises [us] - (as KEI Kripke Enterprises Scrap Metal & Entertainment)
Supernatural Films [us]
Warner Bros. Television [us]
Wonderland Sound and Vision [us]

Production Designer

All Producers

All Directors


Release Date
(USA) - 19 November 2009
(Germany) - 31 January 2011
(Finland) - 8 May 2012

Running Time


group-photo, hell-hound, ring-of-fire,

Technical Support
RAT:1.78 : 1

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Full Cast

  1. Ackles, Jensen as [Dean Winchester] <2>
  2. Beaver, Jim (I) as [Bobby Singer] <4>
  3. Collins, Misha as [Castiel] <3>
  4. Gold, L. Harvey as [Mr. Pendleton] <10>
  5. Padalecki, Jared as [Sam Winchester] <1>
  6. Pellegrino, Mark (I) as [Lucifer] <7>
  7. Scheelar, Darryl as [Demon] <11>
  8. Sheppard, Mark (I) as (as Mark A. Sheppard) [Crowley] <9>
  9. 67 Impala as (uncredited) [Herself]
  10. Chubai, Dawn as (voice) [Newscaster] <12>
  11. Ferris, Samantha as [Ellen Harvelle] <5>
  12. Miner, Rachel (I) as [Meg] <8>
  13. Tal, Alona as [Jo Harvelle] <6>

Full Plot

Dean and Sam retrieve the Colt from the demon Crowley that informs that Lucifer is in Carthage. The Winchester brothers head with Castiel, Jo and Elen to the town expecting to defeat the devil. Castiel sees many invisible reapers in town and Bobby tells that Lucifer will summon the Death. However Lucifer traps Castiel and Meg sends invisible hound dogs to catch them. When Jo is deadly wounded and trapped in a store with her mother and the Winchester brothers, they plot a suicidal plan to kill Lucifer. Claudio Carvalho, Rio de Janeiro, Brazil Plot not found

Movie Certificate

TV-14 (USA)


  1. Ladouceur, Serge (I) (director of photography)


CW Television Network [us] - (2009) (USA) (TV) (original airing)


  1. Dabb, Andrew (story editor)
  2. Dainard, Kimberley (assistant: Mr. Michaels)
  3. Egnew, Danielle (creative consultant)
  4. Hamilton, Russ (I) (location manager)
  5. Klein, Jenny (III) (assistant: writers)
  6. Loflin, Daniel (story editor)
  7. McCairns, Janet (location manager)
  8. Michaels, Jeff (V) (assistant: Mr. Michaels: Los Angeles)
  9. Ollis, Holly (publicist)
  10. Reed, David (XV) (script coordinator)
  11. Ross, Allan J. (assistant location manager) (uncredited)
  12. Stoley, Larie (production assistant)
  13. Swan, Judith (production coordinator)
  14. Will, Angela (production accountant)


Crowley: Mr. Pendleton, I presume? The name's Crowley. Mr. Pendleton: [uncertain] In my negotiations I was, uh, dealing with a very young, attractive young lady... Crowley: Yes, I know. But you, piggy-banker, you... are a big fish. And I wanted to do you the honor of sealing this deal personally. Mr. Pendleton: She said the deal would be sealed with a kiss. Crowley: [smiling] That's right. Mr. Pendleton: No, I mean she's... I don't... Crowley: Your choice. You can cling to six decades of deep-seated homophobia, or, just give it up, and get a complete bail-out of your bank's *ridiculous* incompetence. Mr. Pendleton: There are just things that I... Crowley: Going once... Mr. Pendleton: No, I don't think so... Crowley: Going twice... Mr. Pendleton: [snarls] All right! All right. [Crowley pulls him into a kiss, Pendleton squirms; Castiel comes into view behind a pillar] Castiel: [into cell] Got him. Castiel: The demon Crowley is making a deal. Even as we speak, it's... going... down. Dean Winchester: "Going down?" Right. Okay, Huggy-Bear. Just don't lose him. Castiel: I won't lose him. Mr. Pendleton: [to Crowley] Damn you. [walks away] Crowley: Enjoy the obscene wealth! See you in ten years. [He walks off, Castiel following; they vanish] Castiel: [outside Crowley's hideout] I followed him. It's not far, but... it's layered in Enochian warding magic. I can't get in. Dean Winchester: That's okay. You did great. We'll take it from here. Sam Winchester: It's Crowley, right? Crowley: So, the Hardy Boys finally found me. Took you long enough. [he approaches, looks down at the rug, turns it up to find the Devil's Trap painted underneath] Do you have any idea how much this rug cost? [demons come up from behind and restrain the brothers; Crowley holds up the Colt] This is it, right? This is what it's all about. [raises the gun, shoots the two demons holding them; the brothers look at each other in confusion] We need to talk. Privately. Dean Winchester: What the hell is this? Crowley: Do you know how deep I could have buried this thing? There's no reason you or anyone should know this even exists at all. Except that I told you. Sam Winchester: *You* told us? Crowley: Rumors. Innuendo. Sent out on the grapevine. Sam Winchester: Why? Why tell us anything? Crowley: [pointing the Colt at Dean] I want you, to take this thing to Lucifer, and empty it into his face. Dean Winchester: Uh-huh. Okay, and why, exactly would *you* want the Devil dead? Crowley: [putting the Colt down] It's called survival. But I forgot, you two at best are functional morons. Dean Winchester: Yeah, you're functioning morons... more. Crowley: Lucifer isn't a demon. Remember? He's an angel, an angel famous for his hatred of humankind. To him you're just filthy bags of pus. That's the way he feels about *you*. What can he think about us? Sam Winchester: But he *created* you. Crowley: To him we're just servants. Cannon fodder. If Lucifer manages to exterminate humankind, we're next. So. Help me. Huh? Let's all go back to simpler, better times, back to when we could all follow our natures! I'm in *sales*, damn it. So what do you say? What if I give you this thing, and you go kill the Devil? [he holds out the Colt, Sam hesitantly takes it] Sam Winchester: Okay. Crowley: [grinning] Great. Sam Winchester: You wouldn't happen to know where the Devil *is*, perchance, would you? Crowley: Thursday... Birdies tell me he has an appointment in Carthage, Missouri. Sam Winchester: Great. Thanks. [he puts the Colt to Crowley's head, pulls the trigger, nothing happens] Crowley: Oh yeah, right, you probably need some more ammunition. Dean Winchester: Uh, excuse me for asking, but aren't you kinda signing your own death warrant? I mean, what happens to you if we go up against the Devil and lose? Crowley: Number one, he's gonna wipe us all out anyway, two, after you leave here I go on an extended vacation to all points nowhere, and three, HOW ABOUT YOU DON'T MISS, OKAY? MORONS! [tosses Dean a bag of ammo, vanishes] Dean Winchester: You know, trap or no trap, if we got a snowball's chance we gotta take it, right? Sam Winchester: Yeah, I suppose. Dean Winchester: 'Sides, I'm not sure it is a trap. Check it out, I mean Carthage is lit up like a Christmas tree with revelation omens. And, look at this. There's been six missing persons reported in town since Sunday. I think the Devil's there. Sam Winchester: Okay. Dean Winchester: But if we think about it, you can't come with. Sam Winchester: Dean. Dean Winchester: Look, I go against Satan and screw the pooch. Okay, we've lost a game piece, that we can take. But if you're there, then we are handing the Devil's vessel right over to him. That's not smart. Sam Winchester: Since when have we ever done anything smart? Dean Winchester: I'm serious, Sam. Sam Winchester: So am I! Now have we learned a damn thing? If we're gonna do this, we're gonna do it *together*. Dean Winchester: Okay. But it's a stupid freakin' idea. Bobby: Everybody, get in here. It's time for the line-up. Usual suspects, in the corner. Ellen Harvelle: Oh come on, Bobby, nobody wants their picture taken. Sam Winchester: Hear hear. Bobby: Shut up, you're drinkin' my beer. Anyway, I'm gonna need somethin' to remember your sorry asses by. Ellen Harvelle: Ha, always good to have an optimist around. Castiel: Bobby's right. [Dean looks at him] Tomorrow we hunt the Devil. This is our last night on Earth. [the picture snaps] [Castiel is trapped in a ring of holy fire] Castiel: Lucifer. Lucifer: So I take it you're here with the Winchesters? Castiel: I came alone. Lucifer: Loyalty. Hm. Such a nice quality to see in this day and age. Castiel, right? [Castiel nods] Castiel, I'm told you came here in an automobile. Castiel: Yes... Lucifer: What was that like? Castiel: Um... slow. Confining. Lucifer: What a peculiar thing you are. [Castiel notices lesions on Lucifer's face] Castiel: What's wrong with your vessel? Lucifer: Yes, um. Nick is wearing a bit thin, I'm afraid. He can't contain me forever, so... Castiel: [angry] You... [starts forward, remembers the holy fire] You are not taking Sam Winchester. I won't let you. Lucifer: Castiel. I don't understand why you're fighting *me*, of all the angels. Castiel: You really have to ask? Lucifer: I rebelled, I was cast out, you rebelled, you were cast out. Almost all of Heaven wants to see me dead and if they succeed guess what? You're their new public enemy number one. We're on the same side, like it or not, so, why not just serve your own best interests which in this case just happen to be mine. Castiel: I'll die first. Lucifer: I suppose you will. Dean Winchester: [over radio] Bobby, it's Dean. We got problems. Bobby: It's okay boy, that's why I'm here. Is everyone all right? Dean Winchester: [shaky] No. Uh, it's, it, it's Jo, Bobby it's pretty bad. Bobby: Okay, copy that. So now we figure what we do next. Dean Winchester: Bobby I don't think she's... Bobby: I said, what do we do next, Dean? Dean Winchester: Right. Okay, right. Bobby: Now, tell me what you got. Bobby: Before he went missing, did Cas say how many reapers? Dean Winchester: I don't, I don't know, he said a lot of things I guess, I mean does the number matter? Bobby: Devil's in the details, Dean. [Ellen nudges Dean, he holds out the radio for her] Ellen Harvelle: Bobby it's Ellen. The way he was looking, the number of places Castiel's eyes went, I'd say we're talkin' over a dozen reapers, probably more. Bobby: I do not like the sound of that. Dean Winchester: Nobody likes the sound of that, Bobby, but... what, what does that sound *like*? Bobby: It sounds like Death, son. I think Satan's in town to work a ritual. I think he's planning to unleash Death. Dean Winchester: You mean like as in, this dude and taxes are the only sure thing? Bobby: As in *Death*, the Horseman, the Pale Rider in the flesh. Dean Winchester: Unleash, I mean, hasn't Death been trompin' all over the place, I mean hell I've died several times myself! Bobby: Not this guy, this is, this is the Angel of Death! Big Daddy Reaper. They keep this guy chained in a box six hundred feet under. Last time they hauled him up, Noah was buildin' a boat. That's why the place is crawlin' with reapers. They're waitin' on the big boss to show. Bobby: The Angel of Death must be brought into this world at midnight, through a place of awful carnage. Now back during the Civil War there was a battle in Carthage. A battle so intense the soldiers called it the Battle of Hell-hole. Dean Winchester: Where'd the massacre go down? Bobby: On the land of William Jasper's farm. Dean Winchester: So now we know where the Devil's gonna be, we know when, and we have the Colt. Sam Winchester: Yeah. We just have to get past, eight or so Hellhounds and get to the farm by midnight. Dean Winchester: And that's after we get Jo and Ellen the hell outta town. Sam Winchester: Won't be easy. Dean Winchester: Stretcher? Sam Winchester: I'll see what we got. Jo Harvelle: Stop. Guys, stop. Can we uh, be realistic about this please? I can't move my legs. I can't be moved. My guts are bein' held in by an Ace bandage. We gotta... we gotta get our priorities straight here. Number one, I'm not going anywhere. Ellen Harvelle: Joanna Beth, you stop talkin' like that. Jo Harvelle: Mom. I can't fight. I can't walk. But I could do something. We've got propane, wiring, rock salt, iron nails, everything we need. Sam Winchester: Everything we need? Jo Harvelle: To build a bomb, Sam. Dean Winchester: No. Jo, no. Jo Harvelle: You got another plan? You got *any* other plan? Those are Hellhounds out there Dean. They've got all of our scents. Those bitches will *never* stop coming after you. We let the dogs in, make a break for the building next over, and I can wait here with my finger on the button. Rip those mutts a new one. Or at least get you a few minutes head start anyway. Ellen Harvelle: No, I, I won't let you! Jo Harvelle: This is why we're here, right? If I could get us a shot on the Devil... Dean we have to take it. Ellen Harvelle: No! That's not... Jo Harvelle: Mom. This might literally be your last chance to treat me like an adult? You might want to take it? Ellen Harvelle: [crying] Well you heard her. Get to work. [Ellen is staying behind with Jo] Jo Harvelle: Mom, no. Ellen Harvelle: Somebody's gotta let 'em in. Like you said, you're not movin'. You got me, Jo. And you're right. This is important. But I will not leave you here alone. Sam Winchester: Dean... Ellen Harvelle: Get goin' now boys. Dean Winchester: Ellen... Ellen Harvelle: I said go. And Dean? Kick it in the ass. Don't miss. [they go; Ellen takes the chain off the door, breaks the salt line, preps the bomb] Ellen Harvelle: [to Jo] I will always love you, baby. Honey? [Jo is dead; Ellen sobs] It's okay, it's okay. That's my good girl. [the hellhounds approach, Ellen feels the breath of one on her face] You can go straight back to hell you ugly bitch! [she presses the button, the building explodes] Sam Winchester: Last words? Dean Winchester: I think I'm good. Sam Winchester: Yeah, me too. Dean Winchester: Here goes nothin'. Sam Winchester: [to Lucifer, cocking his rifle] Hey! You wanted to see me? Lucifer: Oh Sam, you don't need that gun here. You know I'd never hurt you. Not really. Dean Winchester: [putting the Colt to Lucifer's head] Yeah? Well I'd hurt you. So suck it! [he fires, Lucifer falls, pause] Lucifer: [gasping] *Oowww*. [rising] Where did you get that? [sends Dean flying into a tree, turns back to Sam, the wound in his head vanishing] Now. Where were we? Lucifer: Don't feel too bad, Sam. There's only five things in all of creation that that gun can't kill and, I just happen to be one of them. But if you gimme a minute? I'm almost done. [goes back to digging, Sam checks on Dean] You know, I don't suppose you'd just say yes right here and now, end this whole tiresome discussion? That's crazy, right? Sam Winchester: [fiercely] It's NEVER gonna happen! Lucifer: Oh I don't know Sam. I think it will. I think it'll happen soon. Within six months. And I think it'll happen... in Detroit. Sam Winchester: You listen to me, you sonofabitch. I'm gonna kill you myself! You understand me? I'm going to rip your *heart* out! Lucifer: That's good, Sam. You keep fanning that fire in your belly. All that pent-up rage? I'm gonna need it. Sam Winchester: [looking at the men standing around] What did you do? What did you do to this town? Lucifer: Oh, I was very generous with this town. One demon for every able-bodied man. Sam Winchester: And the rest of them? Lucifer: [gesturing at the pit he's been filling in] In there. I know it's awful but, these Horsemen are so demanding. So it was women and children first. I know what you must think of me Sam. But I have to do this. I have to. You of all people should understand. Sam Winchester: What's that supposed to mean? Lucifer: I was a son. A brother, like you, a younger brother, and I had an older brother who I loved. Idolized, in fact. And one day I went to him, and I begged him to stand with me. And Michael... Michael turned on me. Called me a freak, a monster. And then he beat me down, all because I was different. Because I had a mind of my own. Tell me something Sam, any of this sound familiar? Anyway, you'll have to excuse me, midnight is calling, and I have a ritual to finish. Don't go anywhere. Not that you could if you would. [turns away, chants, then turns to the sacrifices as Dean wakes up] Now repeat after me. "We offer up our lives, blood, souls..." Possessed townsfolk: We offer up our lives, blood, souls... Lucifer: "... to complete this tribute." Possessed townsfolk: To complete this tribute. [one by one their heads light up and they fall, Sam and Dean stare in horror] Lucifer: What? They're just demons. Castiel: You seem pleased. Meg: We're gonna win! Can you feel it? You cloud-hopping pansies lost the whole damn universe! Lucifer's gonna take over Heaven! We're goin' to Heaven, Clarence! Castiel: Strange. Because I heard a different theory from a demon named Crowley. Meg: You don't know Crowley. Castiel: He believes Lucifer is just using demons to achieve an end. And then, once he does, he'll destroy you all. Meg: You're wrong. Lucifer is the father of our race. Our creator. Your God might be a dead-beat but mine, mine walks the Earth. [the last bolt comes out, the pipe falls, knocking Meg into the circle with Castiel, Castiel tries to smite her but can't, Meg laughs] You can't gank demons, can you? You're cut off from the home office and you ain't got the juice. So what *can* you do, you impotent sap? Castiel: I can do this. Lucifer: Oh hellooooo Death. Castiel: [as he telekinetically loosens bolts on an overhead pipe] You seem pleased. Meg: We're gonna win! Can you feel it? You cloud-hopping pansies lost the whole damn universe! Lucifer's gonna take over Heaven! We're goin' to Heaven, Clarence! Castiel: Strange. Because I heard a different theory from a demon named Crowley. Meg: [suspicious] You don't know Crowley. Castiel: He believes Lucifer is just using demons to achieve an end. And then, once he does, he'll destroy you all. Meg: [uncertain] You're wrong. Lucifer is the father of our race. Our creator. Your God might be a dead-beat but mine, mine walks the Earth. [the last bolt comes out, the pipe falls, knocking Meg into the circle with Castiel, Castiel tries to smite her but can't, Meg laughs] You can't gank demons, can you? You're cut off from the home office and you ain't got the juice. So what *can* you do, you impotent sap? Castiel: I can do this. [he flings her down on the flames, uses her body as a bridge to escape] Dean Winchester: Hey. Jo Harvelle: Hey. Dean Winchester: Hmm. So, dangerous mission tomorrow. Guess it's time to eat, drink and, you know, make merry. Jo Harvelle: Are you giving me the 'Last Night on Earth' speech? Dean Winchester: What? Jo Harvelle: What? Dean Winchester: No. [laughs] No, but if I was, would that work? Jo Harvelle: [smiles at him and sets her beer on the counter. She moves in closer, puts her hand close to the back of his neck and tilts her face up to his. Just as their lips are about to connect, she pulls back] No. Sweetheart, if this is our last night on earth, then I'm going to spend it with a little thing I call self-respect. [she turns and laughs softly as she walks away] Dean Winchester: [watches her walk away and raises his beer to his lips] If you're into that kinda thing. Castiel: [after downing five shots] I Think I'm starting to feel something.