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- (GROWLING)
- (GRUNTING)

MR. KETCH: Mrs. Winchester,
I believe you're drawn to danger.

Drink?

Hey, you talk to Mom, lately?

Oh, I shouldn't worry about your mum.
Her and Ketch make quite the team.

DEAN: Would you want your mom
working with him?

Well, that was unexpected.

Dr. Hess. I didn't think you left London.

I have been tasked by the other elders

to fix this rapidly
deteriorating situation.

- Dr. Hess...
- (SILENCED GUNSHOT)

DR. HESS:
These hunters are out of control.

Exterminate them.
The brothers Winchester in particular.

(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING ON SPEAKERS)

(SIGHS)

Yeah, I think I'm gonna go.

- What?
- I got work tomorrow, so...

No, dude. Stick around. Have another beer.

Enjoy the show.

You know you're a freak, right?

Oh, yeah.

Cheers, bud.

(HEAVY BREATHING)

(RUSTLING)

Hey!

(SHOUTS) Hey!

Ah! Man! Dude. Daryn!

What is this, man?

Hey, real funny, Daryn!

(LAUGHS)

(FAINT SHOUTING)

(GRUNTS)

(HEAVY BREATHING)

(GASPING)

No. No.

No, no, no!

- (GROANs)
- (GASPS)

CASTIEL: This is my voicemail.

- Come on.
- CASTIEL: Make your voice a mail.

Cass, it's me. I've been trying to
get ahold of you for days.

I don't know what's going on,
but we got a line on Dagon (SIGHS)

and we got our asses handed to us,
even with the Colt.

So, could really use the backup.

Just call me back.

(CELL PHONE BEEPS)

Still no luck with Cass, huh?

Yeah, still AWOL.

All right, so let's find him.

I've been trying, Sam.

The GPS on his phone is turned off,

and there's nothing in the system

about some weird guy in a trench coat
getting arrested or turning up dead.

SAM: Right.

Dean, it's Cass.

I mean, this isn't the first time
he's dropped off the map, you know?

And whatever's happening, he'll be fine.

He always is.

Yeah.

What about you?

You got anything there, Reading Rainbow?

I stayed up all night going through
every book we have on demons,

and it turns out
we have a lot of books on demons.

Anything on Dagon?

Mentions here and there,
but nothing we can use.

I guess the, uh, Princes of Hell are
pretty good at staying off the radar.

Well, yeah,
isn't that kind of their thing?

(CELL PHONE CHIMES)

Hmm. Just got an email from Mick.

It's a case.

(BLOWS) Good.

Looks like a guy named Jarrod Hayes
disappeared in Tomahawk, Wisconsin,

a week ago.

No witnesses. No body.

- But Mick says this place has a history.
- Meaning?

Well, it means
a lot of people go missing in Tomahawk.

One a year, every year, from 1898 to 1997,
and then nothing until now.

So, 20 years?

SAM: Yeah.

So, maybe they're starting up again?
Maybe it's a cycle of some sort?

- Well, one way to find out.
- (GUN CLICKS)

(IMITATES GUNSHOT)

It's time.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

I'm sorry, but why are the Feds
interested in Jarrod Hayes?

Just following orders.

Yeah. Um... (CLEARS THROAT)

So, what can you tell us about the case?

Well, nothing much to tell.

Jarrod and his friends
were hanging out at Weather Top.

This make-out spot
the kids use out in the woods.

And then he ditched his pals
to hoof it home.

Never made it.

So, somebody snagged him?

- Maybe.
- Maybe?

Look, maybe Jarrod did get got.
We're working every lead.

But you ask me, he just bailed.

And why would he do that?

Jarrod's had it rough.

Mom left years ago.

And his dad... Well, let's just say.

Jarrod fell down the stairs a lot.

- If you know what I mean.
- SAM: Wait a second.

If you knew he was being abused,

- why didn't you...
- We tried.

Try and take a child from his parents,

even if they're the worst people
in the world, it's not easy.

Did you talk to his old man?

SHERIFF BISHOP: Can't. Not really.

Guy stroked out a couple years ago.
Breathes through a tube. Heh.

Guess who gets to take care of him?

Can you imagine
having to spoon-feed the guy

that wailed on you for all those years?

Everybody's got a breaking point.

If Jarrod did blow town,
I wouldn't blame him.

You said that he was with friends
the night Jarrod went missing.

Yeah, did any of them say anything?

Nothing worth repeating.

Ain't he precious?

DEAN: Uh-huh.

Any idea where we can find these friends?

Oh, yeah. Sure.

Daryn Boston?

Agents Stark and Martell, FBI.

(SIGHS) Hell.

DEAN: Yeah, no, it's cool.

Medicinal purposes, right?

Uh, yes?

Yeah.

We just, uh, wanted to talk about
the night Jarrod Hayes went missing.

What about it?

Well, the Sheriff says you were with him.

Yeah, well,
the Sheriff is a jackass, all right?

Look, he thinks Jarrod just skipped town.

- You don't?
- I know he didn't.

Did you tell that to the cops?

(SCOFFS) Man, Sheriff Bishop's
not gonna believe me.

We got history.

"History"?

Any time something happens in this town,
he brings me in for questioning.

Why is that?

- Why do you think?
- Right.

Well, look, if you won't tell the Sheriff
what you saw, how about you tell us?

JARROD: Hey! Daryn!

(SHUDDERING) Look,
I ran to save Jarrod, okay? But...

JARROD: No, no, no!

DARYN: The monster, it got him.

"Monster"?

Black Bill.

Black Bill is a local urban legend.

- Dates back more than 100 years.
- WAITRESS: Warm it up?

Thank you.

A folklore story from 1907
that mentions that...

Uh, back then,
he was called Black William.

So, it looks like sometime
between then and... Dude, focus.

I am focused.
Yeah, Black Bill. What do you got?

All right, well, he lives in the woods,
so he's like a local Jersey Devil.

And apparently, he has the head of a goat.

A goat?

Like... (BLEATS) Goat?

Yeah, a goat.

Well, maybe that's what Daryn saw.

- Unless you think he was lying.
- Yeah. Be right back.

Mmm. Nah, I think he's
a little too freaked out to be lying.

So, we got a goat dude
with a name like a pirate,

which is a little insane, even for us.

And that bar is... (WHISTLES) Super high.

- So, if it is real, what the hell is it?
- I'm not sure.

I mean, there's tons of
human-animal hybrid lore

- dating back all the way to ancient Egypt.
- Right, well,

why don't you
figure out what the hell it is,

and I'll figure out a way to kill it.
Okay?

SAM: All right.

Great.

- Don't wait up.
- What?

- I already figured out a way to kill it.
- How did you...

Dean, we don't even know what "it" is.

The Colt. Dusts anything.

- (CHUCKLES)
- Work smarter, Sammy, not harder.

Don't do the hot coffee thing.

Boy, this coffee is hot.

Kind of like... (CLICKS TONGUE)

- (GIGGLING)
- Hi.

- (CHUCKLES) What's your name?
- Carmen.

- Sorry.
- (SIGHS)

- Damn it, Pete!
- Daryn...

I don't wanna be the bad guy here,
but you clocked in late.

- Again.
- Yeah, and?

And you're really
painting me in a corner here, pal.

Look, I know that you and Jarrod,
you were close.

And I liked him, too.

He was a valued employee,
and he was a friend.

- Really?
- Yeah.

'Cause after you put him on part-time,
he pretty much hated you.

Well, I would say that
that was his prerogative.

But you can't keep using him
as an excuse to blow off work. Okay?

Yeah.

Okay.

Daryn. Daryn. One more thing.

You gotta lay off the reefer.

All right?

At least for tomorrow.

It's a big day.

(CAR HORN BLARES)

(GASPS)

- (GROWLS)
- (SHOUTING)

(DARYN COUGHING, PANTING)

(DARYN YELPS)

SAM: Yeah. No, no, no. I understand.
Mmm-hmm.

Yeah. Well... Yeah, gotta go.

- I'll see you later. Yeah.
- (GIGGLING)

Mmm.

(DEAN SIGHS)

- Good night?
- Awesome.

It was an awesome night. So awesome.

(DEAN SIGHS)

- You gonna eat that?
- Uh...

Guess not. Be my guest.

I mean, would it kill you
to order pancakes?

- Once?
- Okay, fine.

- You...
- No, no. No.

I'll deal.

How was your night?

Busy. A different kind of a busy,
but good.

Right. Books.

- Anything on goat dude?
- Yeah, little bit.

I have some idea what we're dealing with.
Look at this.

It's a satyr. Half man, half goat.
From Greek mythology.

Oh, come on. This guy's adorable.

He plays a freakin' flute.

Yeah, Dean. That's Pan. It's his flute.

So listen, satyrs are creatures
of uncontrollable lust.

They would lead people to the woods
for massive orgies.

Nice.

And when the fun was over,
the satyr would, quote,

"Feast upon the flesh of his victims"

"until his belly was full to bursting
with their moist, slippery meat."

That's descriptive.

Uh... (CLEARS THROAT)
All right, what do we do?

Well, I was thinking that
maybe we could go talk to Daryn,

see if this is, indeed, what he saw.

- But?
- But,

his mom told me Daryn never made it home
from work last night.

No screwups, right?

Excuse me, sir.

Hi. Agents Stark and Martell, FBI.

We're looking for Daryn Boston.

Uh, Daryn?

- Is he in trouble?
- No, no, no, not at all.

We spoke with him yesterday.
Just wanna ask a few follow-up questions.

I don't suppose he's around?

No, Daryn didn't show up for work today.

So, when was the last time you saw him?

Uh, last night.

Closed up.

Talked about our big day today.

What big day?

You see that walking clipboard over there?

- SAM: Yeah.
- That's a health inspector.

He's trying to shut us down.

How come? This place is spotless.

It cleans up pretty nice,

but our equipment,
it's a little out of date.

Can't you upgrade?

We would if we could.

Business isn't exactly booming.

We had to shut down half the plant
three months back.

Meanwhile, our owner
would rather play sheriff

- than actually take care of business...
- Wait a second.

You're telling me
that Sheriff Bishop owns this place?

Yeah. (CHUCKLES)

Barrett Bishop, Jr.

Heir to the Bishop meat empire.

His family,
they've owned this plant for... Forever.

Barry's inside.
He's hoping to sweet-talk the inspector.

If you ask me,
it's too little, way too late.

INSPECTOR: Mr. Garfinkle.

- Excuse me.
- Sure.

So, we roll into town, look into a case,

- talk to the local badge...
- And then our one witness goes missing.

Last place he was seen,
owned by the Sheriff.

Sound like a coincidence?

Ooh.

- You hungry? I'm hungry.
- (EXHALES)

SAM: Excuse me, Sheriff.

Agents. What are you guys doing here?

Well, we could ask you
the same thing, except... Oh, right.

You run the joint. (CHUCKLES)

(CLEARS THROAT)
Well, my name's on the paperwork.

Pete handles the day-to-day.

Are you still trying to
chase down Jarrod Hayes?

- Yeah, and, uh, now, Daryn Boston.
- Yeah.

Seems to have gone missing, too.

- Geez. First I've heard of it.
- Yeah.

So tell us,
what have you heard about Black Bill?

- I'm sorry.
- SAM: Black Bill.

Daryn told us
he saw Black Bill attack Jarrod Hayes.

He didn't wanna tell you
'cause he didn't think you'd believe him.

(STAMMERS) Well... You know.

He's right.

Look, round here, parents tell their kids
not to go into the woods

or Black Bill will get 'em.
He's the bogeyman.

Everyone knows
that the bogeyman ain't real.

Sure about that?

Seems like a lot of people
go missing in this town.

Yeah, one a year, every year up until '97.

Yeah. Okay.

I mean, people come to town,
they work in the plant for a while,

then they get bored and restless,
and they, you know, move on.

And Daryn?

Maybe Daryn thinks he saw Black Bill,
but let's be honest.

Kid was drunk, high, or both.

And I'll bet you dollars to donuts,
Daryn's just holed up, sleeping one off.

Hell, he's probably waking up right now,
safe and sound.

(GASPING)

(GROANS)

(JARRING)

Hey!

(SHOUTING) Help, please!

Help!

(MACHINERY WHIRRING)

Help me!

Well, Sheriff's
not acting suspicious at all.

Right.

Yeah, but how is
he connected to goat dude?

Now that's a good question.

Help!

(PANTING)

(GASPS)

(GROWLING)

(SHUDDERING)

(SHOUTING) Help! Help!

Please! Help me!

Help! Help!

Help! Help! (SCREAMING)

(SPURTING)

Seriously? Dean?

After what we just saw, how can you eat?

Grow up, Sam, okay?

Burger is beef, bacon's pig,
Soylent Green is people.

But this, this...
(INHALES SHARPLY) This is heaven.

(CHOMPING)

Right.

Um, so, uh, what's the word?
You find anything?

Mmm. Yeah, kind of.

So I cross-checked all the names
of the people who went missing

with the employee roster
at Billhook Meats.

And?
Any more of the vics work at the plant?

- Try all of 'em.
- All of 'em?

Seriously?

So I guess that means, safe to say that,

uh, Black Bill is
definitely connected to the plant?

Yeah.

Or the family that runs it. Or both.

Well, maybe they just run
an evil petting zoo on the side.

(CHUCKLES)

(CHOMPING)

So, I, uh, spent some time
at the Hall of Records.

The Bishops founded Tomahawk. Everything.
This was a company town.

Er, if you lived here,
you worked at the plant.

The Bishops owned all the houses,
all the businesses.

Or they did until a few years ago.

Looks like the Sheriff has been
selling off all of their family property.

- Mmm.
- Everything, really,

except for the plant
and the family estate.

DEAN: Wow.

- So, who lives at the Addams Family house?
- (CELL PHONE RINGING)

(SIGHS)

- It's Mick.
- DEAN: Okay.

Tell him we're cool.

So, creepy house?

Creepy house.

It's clear. Onward.

Now, remember your orders.

By the time we leave,

Dr. Hess wants to know everything
about our friends the Winchesters.

Their allies. Their habits.

How does Sam get his hair so shiny?

How many ratty flannels does Dean own?

So, work quick, work quiet,
and leave no trace.

Oh, and apparently, Mick let Sam and Dean
get their hands on the bloody Colt.

Find it, huh?

Looks empty.

DEAN: Well, why don't we check inside?
Maybe we'll get lucky.

(DOOR CREAKING)

Dean. I'd say we just got lucky.

DEAN: Wow.

(DOOR UNLOCKING)

(DOOR CREAKING)

DEAN: Hello?

Goat dude?

(BULB SHATTERS)

Why is it always the rich ones?

I mean, what, are they, like,
"Croquet's all right,"

"but you know what'd be great? Murder."

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

(DOOR CREAKING)

(GUN CLICKS)

Hiya, Sheriff.

(GROANS)

Talk.

- Listen, it's not what it looks like.
- Really?

'Cause it looks like
a straight-up murder room to me.

Sheriff, what's going on?

Oh, youse...

Youse won't believe me.

Try us.

We have a pretty open mind.

My family, we've...

Got a secret.

All the best ones do.

Is this about Black Bill?

No. I mean, yeah, but he's not real.

Black Bill, he's...

Us.

Come again?

(SIGHS)

Growing up, my father'd
tell me stories about a monster.

Lived under our house
and made our family rich.

All we had to do was... Was feed it.

Feed it what?

Blood.

Human blood.

My dad, his dad, and all the way back,

they'd go out and grab some poor
son of a bitch, bring 'em here and...

(MUFFLED WHIMPERING)

When they did it, they wore a mask.

Black Bill.

We made him up.

So, goat dude is just a dude?

Then who's the monster?

Moloch.

The god of sacrifice.

What, I'm sorry.
You have a god living in your basement?

Yeah, one of my people way back,
they bound Moloch, locked him away.

Starved him.

- (WHIMPERING)
- My family, that's what we did.

We let the god get so hungry
that he'd do anything for blood.

- (BLADE SWISHES)
- (GROANING)

- Moloch used his power to make us rich.
- (COUGHING)

After my father died in '97,
I put a stop to all of that.

Look, I couldn't...

I never killed anybody.
I just wanted to help people.

To make up for all the bad we've done.

I wanted...

To leave a legacy.

Well, aren't you just a peach?

So, what happened to Moloch?

I kept him locked up.

Hoped he'd starve to death.

Locked up where?

(HEAVY BREATHING)

It's empty-

What?

- It's empty.
- No, no. No, no, no.

Stay here. Keep an eye on him.

What?

Dean, there could be a god up there.

I'm cool.

(GUN CLICKS)

(GRUNTING)

(DEAN GRUNTING)

Dean?

Hey!

Hey! Open up!

(SAM GRUNTS)

Hey!

(GRUNTING)

Here. Here.

- What are you doing?
- I'm trying to track Dean's cell phone.

All right, got it. Let's go.

(CAMERAS CLICKING)

Just as I thought.

Can't see a damn thing.

(BEEPS)

(PROCESSING)

(LOCKS CLINKING)

(CLEARS THROAT)

(GRUNTS)

(GASPS)

Hiya, Pete.

Nice digs.

I didn't expect to see you again, Agent.

I went to the house
looking for my brother.

Brother?

Barry. Different moms, same daddy.

(SNIFFS)

Old man Bishop, he, uh...

He had an eye for the ladies.

Hey, everyone in town knew about it,
but didn't make a difference.

Barry grew up in the big house.
I grew up in a double-wide.

- Does that sound fair to you?
- Honestly?

Sounds like a bad episode of Dynasty.

(CHUCKLES)

You got a lot of jokes.

Yeah, right now, that's about all I got.

Right.

You know what I got?

A god.

Moloch.

Bingo! (CHUCKLES)

With Barry giving away the family fortune
like that, I had to get creative.

I went to the old house, trying to
get my hands on anything I could sell.

But I found something else.

(GASPS)

Moloch.

He told me he'd make me rich.
He told me he'd solve all my problems.

(SCREECHING)

All I had to do was feed him.

And, hell, I'm a Bishop.

That's what we do, right? Hunting people.

Killing them! The family business!

Moloch's been starved for 20 years.

It's gonna take a few meals
for him to get his mojo going, but then,

(CHUCKLES) we are back, baby.

Yeah.

I'm saving this town.

Well, I'll tell that to Jarrod and Daryn.

Jarrod was a screwup!

He got what he deserved!

And Daryn? Well, sorry, bud,
but once he talked, he had to go.

Loose ends, you know? Loose ends!

Come on!

My jackass half-brother was supposed to be
the next meal, but you'll do.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Hey. Pete, let's just talk about this.

Listen. Let's...

It'll be over soon.

Thanks for helping out!

But...

The sweep's complete, sir.

We've photographed
and cataloged every inch.

- And the Colt?
- I'm afraid not.

- The Winchesters must have it.
- Bugger.

- Shall we go?
- Yes.

Just one last thing.

Now then, I could use a pint.

(CHAIR CREAKING)

(GROWLING)

(BONE CRUNCHING)

Pete!

- Pete!
- (GROWLING)

Dean?

(HEAVY BREATHING)

(SCREECHES)

Dean?

(SIGHS)

(GROWLING)

(HEAVY FOOTFALLS)

(SNARLS)

(SCREECHING ECHOES)

(GRUNTS)

Dean?

Come on, you son of a bitch.

(GRUNTING)

(GRUNTS)

(SIGHS)

(PANTING)

- Pete! You have to stop.
- (CHUCKLES)

- Don't act like you care.
- I gave you the plant.

Oh! Because you knew it was failing.
What a bunch of crap.

That's what I get.
I get that my whole life! The crap!

(GUN CLICKS)

(GRUNTING)

Not anymore.

I'm saving this town.

I'm the hero.

And you're dead.

- (GUNSHOT)
- (GROANS)

(GUNSHOT)

(GROWLING)

(ENERGY CRACKLING)

(GASPING)

(SIGHS)

(PANTING)

Colt. (CHUCKLES)

Dusts anything.

(SIGHING)

Hey.

How you feeling?

Like I just went 12 rounds with a god.
So, you know, normal.

- Yeah.
- You should go.

- No, Sheriff, we can help clean up.
- No.

This, I'll take care of it. It's on me.

This...

This is my legacy.

- Hey.
- Yep.

Next time you hear me say
that our family is messed up,

remind me that
we could be psycho goat people.

(LAUGHS) Yeah, that's true enough.

You know, I was
thinking about what Bishop said.

About...

What do you think our legacy is gonna be?

When we're gone,
I mean, after all the stuff we've done,

you think folks will remember us,
you know, like, 100 years from now?

No.

Oh, that's nice.

Well, I mean, guys like us,
we're not exactly the type of people

they write about in history books,
you know?

Mmm.

But the people we saved...

They're our legacy.

And they'll remember us,
and then, I guess,

we'll eventually fade away, too.

That's fine.

Because we left the world
better than we found it. You know?

I wonder
what's gonna happen to this place.

After we're gone,
you think some hunter will move in,

keep fighting the fight?

Yeah, I hope so.

Yeah.

Me, too.

What are you doing?

- (SCRATCHING)
- I'm leaving our mark.

Here.

- (DEAN CHUCKLES)
- (SIGHS)

(BLOWS)

SAM: Hmm.

Guess we gotta call Mick,
debrief or whatever.

Right.

(CELL PHONE DIALING)

MR. KETCH: Hello, Winchester.

Ketch? Where's Mick?

Oh, he didn't tell you?
He flew back to London last night.

After all the, uh, unpleasantness
with Dagon and Renny.

Well, Mick has a lot to answer for.

So, for the time being,
you'll report to me.

- Seriously?
- I don't like it any more than you do.

I'd much rather be with your mother.

Hunting.

For chupacabra in Texas.

But for now, I'm what you've got.

So, Wisconsin?

We fought a god and won.

Well done.

We'll be in touch.

So, now we're reporting
to low-rent Christian Bale?

Seriously?

I don't like that guy. He creeps me out.

SAM: Yeah.

And he rides the oldest, worst,
most unreliable bike.