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DEAN: You know, Claire, if you go down this path,

our path, it's not a long life.

I solemnly swear not to hunt like a dumb-ass.

Claire, do your homework before you do anything stupid, okay?

And we're here if you need us, anytime.

Werewolves that are turned up to four generations from pure blood

are less feral and can transform before, during and after the lunar cycle.

And the werewolves are badass.

The old men want the Winchesters, so I made a play for Dean,

and it was working until your operation went sideways.

I'm in. You're changing the world. And I want to be a part of it.

Dean, because of Mick and his guys, the Alpha vampire is dead.

What do you want me to say? Do I like it? No.

Do I trust them? Hell, no.

We work with people we don't trust all the time.

So if you wanna give this a shot, then fine.

(ELECTRICITY CRACKLING)

(LOUD MUSIC PLAYING INSIDE)

(CELL PHONE CHIMES)

(READING)

(GASPS)

(CHUCKLES)

Yeah, "seriously."

You're so busted.

You are beyond lame, you know that?

Let's just go back. Please?

I'll get you in. Ever had a Moscow Mule?

A Moscow Mule?

Can you just, for once, act your age?

Says the guy who doesn't even have his own car.

Stop hounding Mom about buying us a car, all right?

She's doing the best she can.

Two more years, I'm so gone.

- (LEAVES RUSTLING) - Hold up!

Did you hear that?

Yeah. They're called animals.

- Let's just go back into town. - No, Hayden. We're going.

Have you, like, never seen a horror movie?

Two kids, dark road, creepy noise in the woods?

We keep walking and boom!

You are such a drama queen.

- All right? There's nothing there. - But I...

No, fine. I'll prove it.

(CHUCKLES)

(SING-SONG) Sucker.

See? Told ya.

(GIRL SHRIEKING)

Hayden!

(STAMMERING) Hayden. Hayden. No.

Oh, my God. Hey. Jesus.

Help!

Hayden. Hey. Hey, Hayden.

(DEMONIC GROWLING)

(YELPS)

(GRUNTS)

All right, that's it. I'm waiting in the car.

Dean. Dude, wait a second.

No, you know what? Getting jobs from these dicks is one thing,

but I didn't sign up for this "reporting for duty" crap.

- Especially when they're late. - Sorry I'm late.

My report to the home office ran long.

We've had our hands full since...

Well, best not to dwell on that.

Wow, that is some world-class repression. You are British.

We prefer to call it a stiff upper lip.

Okay. Okay, enough.

Mick, what's the deal with the Bat-Signal?

There was an incident in Wisconsin. "Animal attack."

A girl named Hayden Foster's in the hospital,

and her brother lost his heart.

Looks like a werewolf.

Well, they don't usually leave behind survivors.

Freak probably got spooked before he could finish the job.

Perhaps.

But it usually takes more than a fright to put your average werewolf off his supper.

- Oh, you'd know that, would you? - Actually, I would.

I did extensive research into lycanthropy at Kendricks.

Kendricks?

The Kendricks School.

It's where the British Men of Letters train their operatives.

- It's like our... - Hogwarts?

Exactly.

Kendricks has the largest collection of occult lore in the world.

Cool.

So, when it comes to werewolves, I'm not entirely ignorant.

For example, we know that last night's attack didn't happen on a full moon,

- therefore we're looking for a pure-blood. - You think?

Looks like a milk run to me.

Then you don't mind if I tag along.

Mick.

Urn, listen, I don't think hunting is really your kind of thing.

Well, then maybe it should be.

I had the best team.

But, most of us, we were thinkers, not fighters.

And let's be honest, you and your mum, you're the only reason I'm still alive.

So now, you wanna be like us?

No, I just wanna be ready for whatever's next.

Dude, he is deadweight, and you know it.

Look, Mick's inexperienced, sure.

But these people have some serious knowledge.

So? Dude, what we do, you can't learn this crap in a book.

You put on a flannel, you pick up a gun, you go out there.

Either you get good fast, or you get dead faster.

We're working with these people now, and we're getting wins.

We're saving people. The better they are, the better we are.

Look, Mick held his own with the Alpha,

why not give him a shot? Maybe he'll come in handy.

And what if he gets himself killed?

- I heard that. - Good.

If he's coming, you're babysitting him.

In Luther's 27th thesis,

the word "jingle" is an obvious nod to a canny 15th century monk...

Had to let him listen to his podcast, huh?

Dude, it's educational. And besides, I've been wanting to listen to this one.

You know, monks like Martin Luther were among the earliest hunters.

They even wrote parts of that book you're holding.

Wait, this lore dates back to the 16th century?

Yeah. Well, in Europe, everything's old.

Though we do have our fair share of new tricks for dealing with wolves.

Sulfate gas, silver nitrate lethal injection.

Take a handful of silver bullets over any of that fancy crap.

Yes, well, thanks to that "fancy crap,".

Britain's last werewolf outbreak was in the '20s.

We rooted them out, bitten and pure-blood alike.

Wait a second, you killed them all? Even the ones that weren't hurting anyone?

Sorry?

I mean, werewolves aren't like most monsters.

Some can control it. I mean, we have a buddy who got bit,

nothing but beef hearts ever since.

And you trust him?

Well, killing is a fundamental need for werewolves,

and monsters don't just stop being monsters.

DEAN: Well, Garth did.

Oh, turn here.

- This place, uh, seems a little... - Shabby?

Yeah, three stars was the best I could do.

At least our bean counters will be happy. Booked us all suites.

Wait you... We're in separate rooms?

- Yeah, of course. - Did you say "three stars"?

Yeah.

So, we talking fresh towels, little baby shampoos?

- Uh-huh. And I believe there's a pool. - Welcome, sir.

- Cheers, mate. - Get the bags.

Thanks.

Man, those pillows, right?

The little chocolates that they put on 'em. I'm ruined, Sam.

These Limey sons of bitches ruined me. I even took a swim this morning.

- You brought a swimsuit? - No.

Ugh.

- What did you get up to? - I read through more of Mick's lore books.

Really? Wow. Those three stars are wasted on you.

Anyways, listen to this, it's crazy.

So, apparently, back in the '30s,

they were working on this treatment for werewolves.

- This, like, blood therapy... - Plasma therapy.

Useless, I'm afraid.

So, how were your accommodations, lads?

I've had better nights' sleep in my baby.

Get in. Let's go.

Not gonna give him the satisfaction.

(MONITOR BEEPING)

Wait, wait, let us.

Talking to a grieving family, it's tougher than you think.

Well, I'm a quick study.

Good for you. Okay, stay here, keep watch. Anything comes up, I don't know, whistle.

Ms. Foster?

Sorry to bother you. Agent McVie, this is my partner, Agent Fleetwood.

Um, we'd like to ask your daughter a few questions.

- She's sleeping. - We'll be quick. Promise.

I said, "No."

Hayden needs her rest, she's...

Good morning, and how is our patient today?

I'm sorry, who are you?

Dr. Buckingham.

Hayden's attending, Dr., uh, Markham, asked me to look in on her.

Erm, would it be okay to ask you just to step outside for a moment?

I, um... of course, Doctor.

- Sure. - Thank you.

Here, please.

- Thank you. - No problem.

I'm sorry about all that.

Oh, please. After what you've been through,

you have no reason to apologize.

- Where's my mom? - Your mum's just outside.

Just gonna take a quick look, make sure you're okay.

Brave girl.

I don't know what happened.

- It was so fast. - You've had quite a shock.

I just... I don't even know what my kids were doing out there.

You know, Hayden was supposed to be sleeping at her friend's house.

And Ben...

(VOICE BREAKING) I'm sorry.

(SIGHS)

I just keep thinking this is a nightmare.

You know? That I'm gonna wake up.

Okay.

I'm just glad the FBI is here. Not those crazies.

- Crazies? - Bigfoot truthers.

Calling, sending emails. I mean, they thought Hayden was...

- Like I said, crazy. - Huh.

Some girl even came by here saying she was from the...

Fish and Wildlife Service.

Barely as old as Hayden. I mean, like I'm gonna buy that.

You remember what she looked like?

Yeah, blonde. With a bad attitude.

I actually... I have her card right here.

Okay.

Um.

What is this?

(SOFTLY) Oh, no.

Okay. You're okay.

You relax, okay?

Uh?

Is she...

Wounds healing up nicely.

Nothing too serious.

That's... Thank you so much.

- Pleasure. - Excuse me.

- Doc? - So?

Was Hayden bit?

No. No, she's a lucky girl.

SAM: Good.

What about, uh, "Fish and Wildlife Service"?

Think it's another hunter?

Young, blonde, pissed off. Sound like anybody we know?

(READING)

(SIGHS)

- (CELL PHONE RINGING) - (GASPS)

Hello? Uh, this is Agent Beatrice Quimby.

DEAN: (IN WISCONSIN ACCENT) Oh, thank God. There's a bear.

Uh, it's the size of a freaking tank.

I think it wants my picnic basket.

Mmm-hmm.

Hi, Dean.

DEAN: (IN NORMAL VOICE) So, Fish and Wildlife.

Really?

Claire, what are you doing here?

Same as you. Werewolf case.

Now, beers all round.

- Who are you? - Mick Davies.

Men of Letters. British.

Long story. And, like, Downton Abbey boring, so...

No. Uh-uh.

Okay.

Anyway. I've been on this a day, and guess what? The girl, Hayden...

Her story about what happened the night of the attack, one big lie.

Her mom said the same thing.

Where was she?

She was at the local dive bar getting trashed.

I tracked her phone and asked around and...

Bartenders love me. It's a gift.

Right. You get anything else?

The guy I talked to was a scumbag.

Tribal tat, motorcycle, grabby.

Grabby?

I'm a big girl. I handled it.

Right. I think I'm gonna call it a night.

Dude, it's 5:30.

Yeah, but my report's due at 6:00 sharp. All work, no play.

Nice meeting ya.

So, your foreign exchange student is totally lame.

Yeah, he's Sam's best friend. They're like nerd soulmates.

Anyway. Why are you alone?

Jody's busy with sheriff stuff. She said to call if I found anything.

So you called her?

You called first.

And she's great, by the way. And so is Alex.

So, should we go to the morgue?

Take it easy, Clarice. Morgue's closed.

SAM: By the way, when's the last time you had a hot meal

that didn't come from a Gas 'n Sip microwave?

Not that there's anything wrong with that.

It's been awhile.

Well...

Go nuts. It's on, uh, Harry Potter.

(CHUCKLING) Cool.

(MONITOR BEEPING)

I'm sorry.

- (GROWLING) - (GRUNTS)

No.

(GASPING)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

BARBARA: No!

No!

Thanks for coming by so quickly. Ms. Foster gave us your number.

You have any idea what happened to her?

Autopsy's tomorrow,

but it could be an arterial embolism, cardiac arrest...

A heart attack at her age?

It gets weirder.

When we admitted her, she had defensive wounds to her arms.

Now, they're gone.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Just give me a sec.

Sure.

Okay, what the hell?

You checked Hayden out. Did you notice anything weird?

No, but... The girl could've had internal injuries, or...

But somehow, her external injuries all healed? No way.

This is almost like, uh...

You know, what if she turned?

What, like "wolfed out" turned?

Explains the whole "Wolverine healing factor" thing.

Yeah, no, but that'd be crazy, because that means she would've been bit.

And Mick here says that that didn't happen. Right, Mick?

- (STUTTERS) Uh, no. Not that I saw. - Are you 100%?

Well, unless I made a mistake.

- Hell of a mistake. - Dean.

No, I told you we shouldn't have dragged him along.

- I told you. - Don't!

Whatever got Hayden is still out there.

Okay. So, let's say the night of the attack,

wolf ices big bro, chomps down on little sis,

and then poof, vanishes. Does that make any sense?

Maybe he let her go.

On purpose? Why?

Perhaps it didn't want her dead, it wanted her turned.

Right. Which means this wasn't random.

Which means it would've been somebody who knew her. Friends, family.

Or someone from the bar.

Okay. All right, Sam, you and Claire,

you go talk to the girl that she was supposed to be crashing with.

And me and Amateur Hour will hit the bar, see what shakes loose.

So, really, things are good?

Yeah, they're awesome.

Really? You sure?

Dude, take the "yes."

Okay, so you wait here.

What?

Sam, no offense, but who do you think the kids are gonna wanna talk to?

Me, or some old skeezer?

- Uh? - Exactly. Be right back.

(CAR DOOR CLOSES)

"Skeezer"?

Dean, what happened back there... My mistake.

- Won't happen again. - Better not.

(MICK SIGHS)

Problem?

You know, carpal tunnel.

Allow me, your lordship.

Thanks.

DEAN: Howdy.

Agent Strummer, this is Agent Vai.

- Uh, hi. - Do you recognize this girl?

She was here three nights ago.

Yeah... Not really.

Yeah, I'd lie if I served underage girls, too.

Look, man, I... I really need this job, I...

(SIGHS)

She started coming in a few weeks ago. After Connor got hired.

Connor?

Yeah, the other bartender. They're having a thing.

What kind of a thing?

(DOOR OPENS, CLOSES)

Ask him.

Hi, Connor.

Oh, nice ink.

So, you like high school girls, do you, hmm?

You get older, they stay the same age, is that it?

That's not how it was.

Oh, so, you weren't dating Hayden Foster?

Dating? No, I let her in from time to time.

She is stupid hot, all right? But that's it. Look, I swear.

And the night she got attacked, did you let her in that night, too?

Look, I don't know what happened.

I was behind the bar the whole night. I didn't even see her leave.

Hmm? And then what'd you do?

- Guess I went home. - You guess?

Well, it's a simple question, Connor.

I ask what you were doing, then you tell me.

For instance, what were you doing last night?

- Me? - Yeah.

Oh, I was writing my report.

And then?

Well, I watched an episode of The Great British Bake Off and went to bed.

Ha! See?

Simple.

I went home, man. And I didn't do anything to that girl, okay?

Yeah. Well, we'll see.

Oh, one more thing, um...

Did you happen to meet a blonde girl the other night?

About yea high? Feisty?

Yeah, yeah. Said she was Hayden's cousin.

Crazy bitch threw a beer at me.

- Well, from what I heard, you earned it. - What are you, her dad?

Dude, come on. Girls like that? (SCOFFS)

Yeah.

You ever touch her again, I'll break your face.

- Nice work in there. - Thank you.

- Yeah, that alibi, I almost bought it. - Sorry?

See, here's the thing about 16-year-old girls,

especially 16-year-old, freshly-minted werewolf girls...

They don't just die. And you been acting sketchy all day.

I don't know what you're talking about.

(GROANS)

What did you do to her?

- I did what needed to be done. - And that means?

Last night, I injected her with silver nitrate.

- So you killed her? - No, she attacked me.

She tore up my shoulder and... I had orders.

- No, you had a choice. - Did I?

Killing monsters is what we do.

Or maybe, palling around with demons and witches you've forgotten.

Don't tell me how to do my job.

- Well, then do it. - You think it's that simple, huh?

- I really do. - Yeah. I used to think the same thing.

But here's a little tip.

Things aren't just black and white out here.

All you have is a case in front of you. Like Hayden.

Like a few months ago, there was this kid.

This psychic, she was killin' people, but she didn't mean to hurt anyone.

She was being abused.

So, we gave her a second chance, because it was the right thing to do.

Well, that's your luxury.

We have a Code.

(MUFFLED GUNSHOT)

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

MICK: Thank you, Mr. Ketch.

Well, now Hayden's morn, she gets to bury two kids, instead of one.

Thanks to you and thanks to your Code.

Nice work.

(SIGHS)

I was kidding before, but you really do look like a creeper.

Funny. How'd it go?

BFF found. Beans spilled.

Hayden was hooking up with this older guy on the DL

and she was really into him, but he was a total stalker,

texting constantly, ultra-possessive.

Skeeved her friend out so much, she narc'd to Hayden's brother.

I guess that explains why he was there.

I did good, right?

Claire, why does Jody think you're in Madison looking at colleges?

You called her?

- Did you tell? - No. Not yet.

Well, why are you lying to her?

Look, I know, okay? I know how much I owe Jody.

But we tried the whole hunting thing,

and I just ended up sitting in the car while she does everything.

I guess she's taking it slow.

She wants me to be normal.

Go to nursing school like Alex.

- Did she actually say that? - She doesn't have to.

I'm better off on my own.

This way, everybody's happy.

Claire, Jody's not gonna be happy when she finds out.

- And if something happened to you... - I'm careful.

You need to tell her the truth.

You know what?

Screw you. I'm so sick of you guys dive-bombing my life.

- Pretending like you care... - We do care.

Then stop treating me like a stupid kid!

Then stop acting like one.

Claire.

(MUSIC PLAYING OVER HEADPHONES)

(GRUNTING)

(SHRIEKING)

(GASPING)

Hey, hey, hey, Claire. Hey.

It's okay. It's me, it's me. I got you. I got you. I got you. You're safe.

We gotta cool her off. She's burning up.

No, no, no. Keep her warm.

- Back off. - Shut up.

Look, I understand you're angry...

Mick, you killed a kid.

We're not angry, we're done.

How long have I got, until...

Sometimes, it takes a full moon, sometimes it just takes time.

Hey, hey, listen to me.

Look, nobody said this is gonna be easy, okay?

But you can live with this.

No way.

Hey, look, so you have to stay locked up a few nights outta the month, okay?

- The rest of the time, you're you. - Unless I break out.

Maybe some people can control this,

but I can barely keep it together on a good day.

So, if there's any chance that I could hurt Jody,

or Alex or anyone...

I'd rather die.

Claire, there may be another way.

There's the blood therapy that you talk about.

I told you, it doesn't work.

It says right here, uh, "One out of nine test subjects was cured."

- "Cured?" - Yes.

That study was on mice.

You wanna tell me what the hell he's talking about?

We experimented with the blood of sire werewolves,

and we found it was possible to reverse the early stages of lycanthropy.

In rodents.

So, you never tested on humans?

- Once. - And?

The subject died. In agony.

Sorry.

Maybe second time's a charm.

Hey, no, no, you don't get a vote in this.

It's my life. I get all the votes.

Sam, you wanna back me up here?

It's her life.

Well, I bet you think this is a great solution, hmm?

It works or she dies. Either way, one less monster, right?

I don't think there's any "great solutions" here.

CLAIRE: Dean.

Please? I can't.

(SOBS)

All right.

If we do this, if, how do we get it done?

We need blood, live blood, from the werewolf that bit her.

SAM: Okay, great.

Who we looking at?

Tribal tat, back at the bar.

We shook him down about Claire, and right after, she gets bit.

That's not a coincidence.

Timeline fits. Connection to both victims.

MICK: Then we should go.

The full moon rises in less than an hour, and if she turns and feeds,

our cheery success rate drops to zero.

Let's go.

Not you.

You stay with her.

You trust him?

Mick's a smart guy,

so when I say that if anything happens to her, and I mean anything...

You'll kill me.

Like I said, smart.

Sam, if you're not back...

We'll be back.

All right, don't move! Don't move! It's silver.

He's human.

Let's give it time.

(WINCING)

It burns!

You don't understand. It's happening!

- Give it to me! - No!

Then you do it. Please!

It's happening and you don't understand how this feels.

I know a man that would shoot you right now,

without a moment's thought.

And every instinct I have says he's right.

That I ought to do my duty.

But...

But my instincts haven't been so grand of late.

(SIGHS)

Sit down.

Now, okay, here's what we're gonna do.

Firstly, we're gonna restrain you, all right?

For my protection, okay? And then...

Then we're gonna sedate you, also for my protection.

With any luck, when you wake up, this'll all be over.

If I wake up.

I gotta call Jody.

She's gonna be so mad at me.

(GROWLS)

Claire, get back!

(GRUNTS)

DEAN: Claire?

(GRUNTS)

Where is she?

The wolf, he took her.

- What did I tell you? - I tried to stop him, okay?

I can find her. I put a tracker in her pocket.

You planted a bug on her?

Okay. You can kill me later. After we find Claire.

(EXHALES)

- I know this is sudden... - (STRUGGLING)

but you and your friends, you should've let me have Hayden.

She was miserable here, she...

We had big plans.

Yeah? Is that before or after you bit her?

I had to know if she could survive the change.

Not everyone does.

(GRUNTING)

See? It hurts at first,

but eventually, it's like the best drug ever.

- Times 1,000. - Right.

Eat me, Teen Wolf.

It's not like I want to do this.

My pack, we were happy. We didn't hurt anyone.

And then hunters with weapons that I'd never seen before,

they show up and...

They take out 20 of us, just like that.

The ones that made it, we split up, but we weren't meant to live like that.

A werewolf needs his pack.

You'll see. I'm a nice guy.

Yeah? You know who says they're a nice guy?

Clingy, insecure bitches with mommy issues.

That's just the change talking.

You'll feel better once you eat.

Try it, you'll like it.

- As soon as I saw you, I knew... - (STRUGGLING)

You're just like me.

Alone.

Wrong. I have a family. And they love me.

(SHUDDERING)

(SAM GRUNTING)

DEAN: Claire?

Claire?

(GRUNTING)

DEAN: All right, easy.

(CLAIRE GRUNTING)

Whoa. Whoa, whoa.

Mick! Get over here.

(SCREAMING)

(DEAN GRUNTING)

Sorry, kid.

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(GROWLING)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(GRUNTS)

Move, move, move.

Claire. Claire.

Okay. Claire, it's us. You know us.

Is that thing ready yet?

Ready. It's ready. Go, go, go.

- She wanted this, right? - Oh, yeah.

(GROWLING)

(DEAN GRUNTS)

(CLAIRE GROANING)

(GROWLING, SHUDDERING)

I'm gonna get some air.

SAM: Claire?

Dean.

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

(GASPS)

(SCOFFS)

You guys look like crap.

(SAM EXHALES)

(CHUCKLES)

Here's to you.

That girl is a walking miracle.

Yeah, she is.

Listen, uh...

- Thanks for the win back there. - Yeah.

- So, we're good? - SAM: Not quite.

But we'll give you a second chance.

Just don't mess it up. There won't be a third.

Okay.

Hey, how you feelin'?

Honestly? I'm sort of craving a Milk-Bone right now.

(CHUCKLES)

(CHUCKLES)

Look, um, what I said before...

You guys are here when I need you, and that's all that matters.

You gonna tell Jody what happened?

I don't know.

Well, whatever you decide, we got your back.

AUTOMATED VOICE: Leave a message after the tone.

- (BEEPS) - Hey, it's me. Claire.

Okay, um, here goes.

I've been hunting. Alone.

And I know it's not what you want to hear.

And I know it sounds scary.

It scares me, too, sometimes.

But this is something I have to do on my own.

Just for a little while.

But I'm ready.

And I never would've been if it wasn't for you being my mother.

Well, I better go, um...

Tell Alex she better not touch my stuff.

I love you guys.

(CELL PHONE BEEPS)

(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING ON STEREO)