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My name is Dean Winchester.

That big fella in there
is my brother Sam.

We kill monsters.

(GUNSHOTS)

(GROANS)

So what are you, some kind of superhero?

Well, goodbye, Cass. Goodbye, Kelly.

Goodbye, Crowley. Goodbye, Mom.

- Dean, we don't know if Mom...
- Yeah, we do. They're all gone.

Jack doesn't have to be evil.
We can teach him not to be.

I know you think that you can use him

as some sort of an
interdimensional can opener,

and that's fine.

But don't act like you care about him,

because you only care about
what he can do for you.

- And what about Cass?
- What about Cass?

DEAN: He manipulated him.
He made him promises.

Said "Paradise on Earth,"
and Cass bought it.

And you know what that got him?
It got him dead!

Castiel.

JACK: Castiel.

Hi.

(CHUCKLES)

No.

How? You're...

Dead.

I was. But...

Aren't you gonna say hi back?

Hi.

I missed you, baby bear.

(GROANING)

Hey. How you feelin'?

What you... What you working on?

Dead guy in Madison.

Police say it was a home invasion,

but neighbor claims that
she saw the vic's dead wife

leave the crime scene.

SAM: Let's check it out.

DEAN: What, you ready to ditch Damien?

What do you wanna do?
Leave him in a ring of holy oil

with some Netflix and a frozen pizza?

Ha.

No.

(SIGHS) Actually, I thought
we'd bring him along.

(SCOFFS)

Uh, hell no.

What, Adventures in Babysitting
the Antichrist?

No, thank you.

Dean, we can't hide him forever.

And, you know, just keeping him
cooped up here isn't working.

Yeah, it is, actually.
You wanna know why?

Because as long as he's here,

he's not out there doing God knows what.

So what, does this mean that your plan
for bringing Mom back isn't working?

Because I'll say it again.

Mom's dead, Sam.

Lucifer ripped out her freakin' heart.

And the sooner you can
wrap your head around that,

the sooner we can all move on.

So you're saying you want
to move on from Mom.

Right now, I wanna kill
some dead guy's dead wife.

Dean, that isn't what this is about.

Jack needs to get out.

He needs to get some air. We all do.

He's a good kid.

He is.

Just give him a chance, please.

For me.

Jack?

Hey.

Clone Wars?

The computer said I'd like it.

I do like Ahsoka.

Kind of hate Anakin.

Uh...

That's probably for the best.

Never mind. Um, hey.

You remember when I told you
what Dean and I do?

Our... Our day job?

You kill monsters
because you're the good guys.

Right, right.

And we've got a case, so...

Thought you might want to come along.

No.

Jack, I really think
this would be good for you.

You know, maybe a change
of scenery might...

Get my powers working again?

Yeah, maybe.

So I can be
your interdimensional can opener?

(SAM SIGHS)

You're using me.

Jack,

when you were born,

it ripped a hole in reality.

Like, uh... Like a door
from this world to another,

to a really bad, bad place.

So... So Dean and Cass and I,
we closed that door.

But our mom, Mary,
she's trapped on the other side.

If we can get your powers back,
maybe we can open that door up.

Maybe...

(SIGHS)

You wanna save her.

Yeah.

Yeah, I do.

But...

If this doesn't work,
if that can't happen,

that's okay,
because I do care about you.

But I should've told you.

I'm sorry. It's a lot and...

Dean can't even look at me.

He wants to kill me.

I won't let that happen.

Listen, if there's one thing
Dean respects, it's effort.

So come along, help us out.

Let's go be the good guys.

"Agent Bonham, Agent Seger,

"Special Agent Anderson." These are you?

Yeah, sometimes.

I thought lying was wrong.

All right, here we go.
Victim, Wes Bailey.

His wife, Erica, died six months ago.

Heart thing, out of the blue.
Uh, question is,

why'd she come back from the dead
and knife his ass?

People come back?

When a person dies
and their soul can't move on...

They're called ghosts.

And hanging around makes them
go looney tunes.

They go crazy.

Yeah, question is,
since when do ghosts kill somebody

and walk out the front door?

(SMACKS LIPS) So maybe it's a revenant.

Wait. What's a revenant?

A revenant's more like a zombie.

Hey, there's our witness.

Jack, we're gonna talk to the witness,
check out the crime scene.

You stay. Sit.

SAM: Now, you're sure it was his wife?

I've lived next to Erica for six years.

I watered her plants every time
she and Wes took vacation.

What about that night?
You notice anything else?

Maybe flickering lights, cold spots?

I... I think a street light did flicker.

Maybe.

We got a runner.

Thank you.

Hey! I told you to wait in the car.

What the hell are you doing?

I'm trying to help out.

- How is this helping out?
- Hey, Dean.

Thank you, Jack. Did you find anything?

Just this.

Oh.

All right. Jack, look.

This is an EMF meter.

Okay, so spirits, ghosts,

they put out
electromagnetic interference.

If one's here, this will tell us.

What's it saying?

It's saying it's a revenant.

We gotta check her grave.

Come on.

All right, well,
you said you wanted to help,

so dig.

Dean, what's up with all the orders?

You're starting to sound like Dad.

- That a bad thing?
- I'm just saying,

his drill sergeant act worked with you,

but it didn't work with me.

And that's not the way
we're gonna get through to Jack.

Look, you wanted the kid here,
he's here. All right?

But I'm not gonna hold his hand
and tuck him in at night. Pass.

I'm not gonna be his mother,
and neither are you.

And the kid can dig,
so I'll give him that.

All right, I guess we're back to ghost.

SAM: Yeah.

So a body rules out revenant.

All right, I don't get it.

I mean, a ghost that won't
show up on EMF?

Doesn't make any sense.

Yeah, well, what does these days?

You know, I mean, we...

We've got portals to apocalyptic worlds.

We've got shape-shifting demons.

Dealing with a whole new set
of tiddlywinks.

I say we just do what we do.

My mother, could she be a ghost?

No, we, uh...

We burned the body.

DEAN: That's right,

and what gets burned stays dead.

CASTIEL: Hello?

Hello!

Hello?

Hello!

MAN: (ON PHONE) Roadside assistance.
May I help you?

I blew a tire out on Route 19.

Okay, no problem. We'll get
someone right out there.

Scotty?

Oh, baby!

(GROWLS)

(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Thank you.

Well? Get anything?

Yeah, cops found the victim,
Gloria Simon, about an hour ago.

Something ripped her apart.

- Our kind of something?
- No.

Gloria was on the phone
with roadside assistance when she died.

Operator said she was talking
to someone named Scotty.

And?

According to the cops,
Scotty is her son.

Uh...

Was her son.

He drowned in '96.

(WHIRRING)

So we got two ghosts
in two days and no EMF.

So?

So, aside from getting dead,

what do Gloria and Wes have in common?

Where's Jack?

Across the street. Food run.

Dean, he's not our intern.

I asked you to keep an eye on him.

I can see him.

- He keeps staring at me.
- Yes, he wants you to like him.

All right, whatever. Here, take a look.

- What's this? Her diary?
- It's a grief journal.

Cops found one
at the first crime scene also.

Wes and Gloria were both seeing
the same grief counselor,

Mia Vallens.

And apparently, she gives homework.

(SCOFFS) Shrinks.
Snake oil for the mind.

- Or how healthy people deal.
- Yeah?

All right, let's see how
good old Gloria was dealing.

Here you go.

"And now that I've achieved catharsis,

"I can truly see the program works."

"The program"? Come on, man.

I mean, she's one Kool-Aid
away from Jonestown.

- What'd Wes' journal say?
- More of the same.

Um, he was really into
the whole catharsis thing.

DEAN: Yeah, sure. Who wouldn't be?

I mean, it's like another word
for "happy ending."

Hi, Jack.

What took you so long?

The man in front of me
wanted extra kraut,

but the hot dog man didn't have any.

He was really angry.

Mmm.

That's a cool story.

So let's say that Hannibal chick
is a medium, right?

She's talkin' to spirits,
she's pissing them off somehow.

A ghost shows up,
notches a kill, and takes off.

Yeah, but then, what?
Once it's gone, no EMF?

This woman can talk to ghosts?

If she's the real deal,
mediums can do all kinds of freaky crap.

All right, say you're right.

Can't go in as FBI,
not with doctor-patient confidentiality.

All right. So we'll have to go in
as something else.

(CAR APPROACH AND STOP)

DEAN: This is a dumb idea.
SAM: Just follow my lead.

Yeah, doctor's gonna eat our liver

with some fava beans
and a bottle of Chianti.

Hello.

Hello.

Hello?

Can I help you?

Yeah, we're hoping to see the doctor.

Oh, I'm sorry. You caught us
right at the end of our day.

- Maybe tomorrow.
- No, today's good.

Like right now.

(STUTTERS) He...
We just need a moment of her time.

You've lost someone recently?

- No.
- My mother.

Our mother.
We're having a difficult time.

Mia Vallens.

Hi. Dean.

That's our little brother Jack,
and I'm Sam.

I see. Please, this way.

SAM: Sure.

Listen, Mr. Spock,

you speak when I tell you
to speak, okay?

- Yes.
- Good.

Your mother, she passed suddenly?

Uh, yeah.

Most of the people I see
are in the same boat.

No warning, no goodbye,

no closure.

Right, yeah.
Pretty much the same for us.

So how does this usually work?
You know, with your patients?

Usually, they just start talking
about the person they've lost.

All right, well, Mom was great,
now she's dead.

What's the deal with catharsis?

I'm sorry?

Uh, we were wondering what that is.

A patient of yours, Gloria Simon,
she referred us. She's a family friend.

MIA: I don't talk about my patients,

and Gloria wasn't supposed
to talk about me.

Sure. Um, got it.

But your process...

My program is a range of things.

Talk therapy, meditation.

You ever journal?

Our dad did.

MIA: Dean?

You journal?

Ever since I was a little girl.

(MIA CHUCKLES)

You think this shrink stuff
is a load of crap. Am I right?

- How'd you guess?
- Then why are you here?

Because we all agreed
we'd give it a shot, right?

Right?

My brother, he's not...
He's not processing his grief.

MIA: Mmm.

Really? No, I'm... (CHUCKLES)
No, I'm good, actually.

With death, closure,
whole freakin' bottle of Jack.

Are you?

Yeah, because I know that Mom's dead,

and I know that she's not coming back.

Okay, I hear what you're saying.
I just wish...

You wish he'd be more open to therapy?

(DEAN SCOFFS)

Sure. Exactly.

All right, this is
a safe place, right, doc?

Okay. My brother's delusional.

Dean.

You said you wanted to
give this a shot, right?

Here we go.

He won't even admit that Mom's dead.
Won't even admit it.

Stop.

Because if he admits it, then it's real.

If it's real,
then he has to deal with it,

and he can't handle that.

Right, because this is
so easy for you, huh?

No, it's not easy.

Yeah, but at least you had
a relationship with Mom.

I mean, who would she always call?
Who did she look to for everything?

Okay.

You had something with her I never had.

And now I'm just supposed to accept that
I never will have it?

(EXHALES)

(SQUELCHING)

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

- Problem?
- You just upset your brother so much,

he had to leave the room.

And Jack? Look at him.

He's terrified of you.

No. No, we're simpatico. Right, kid?

We're simpatico.

Convincing.

You're angry, Dean.

And?

And if you don't want
to do anything about it,

that's your business.

But you're aiming it
at everyone in your life.

(DOOR OPENS)

- She's a shapeshifter!
- No, no.

I found hair and teeth.

You must've shed your skin,
what, couple hours ago?

And here, I just thought
she was annoying.

- What's going on?
- Doc's a monster.

- She killed her patients.
- No! No. No.

I am what you say,

but I have never killed anyone.

- Then what are you doing here?
- I'm helping people.

My patients.

I just miss her so much.

I shift into the person
that they've lost

so that they could see them
one last time,

so that they can say goodbye.

Oh, my God.

DEAN: Well, Wes Bailey.

Gloria Simon.

They're both dead.

What?

Gloria was killed by her son,

or at least someone who looked like him.

Three nights ago,
Wes was killed by somebody

who looked like his dead wife.

(GASPS SOFTLY)

So you wanna tell us
how you're innocent again?

Okay, I, um...

I have an alibi for Wes.

I volunteer at
the women's shelter downtown.

I was there that night.
You can call them.

I know you guys are hunters.

But please, I am telling you the truth.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

I know you're there.

I can feel you.

MAN: Hello.

What are you?

Oh, I'm just your friendly neighborhood
cosmic entity.

Why do you look like me?

Oh, yes. Yes, yes.

Well, I show up in my real form,

and you freak out,
rip out your own eyes, et cetera.

That would be embarrassing,
wouldn't it, for both of us?

What is this place?

Oh, yes. Excellent question.

You see, before God and Amara,

creation, destruction, Heaven, Hell,
your precious little Earth,

what was there?

Nothing.

Yes. That's right. Nothing.

Nothing but empty.

And you are soaking in it.

Angels and demons,
you all come here when you die.

Every angel that ever died is here?

Yes, sleeping an endless peaceful sleep.

You know, I... I was sleeping, too.

Hey, uh, since we're pals,
there's something I've gotta know.

I've just gotta ask.

Hmm. Why are you awake?

'Cause, fun fact,

in all of forever,
nothing ever wakes up here.

I mean, ever. Ever. And second fun fact,

when you woke up, I woke up,
and I don't like being awake.

So what's up, smart guy?

I don't know.

Well, think!

The Winchesters.

Sam and Dean, they must've made a deal.

No. No, no, no.

Not with me, and I'm...

I'm the only one that has any pull here.

Not Heaven, not Hell, not G-O-D himself.

So think harder.

Rack that perky little brain of yours.

Stay away from me.

Okay, fine. I'll rack it for you.

(SCREAMING)

(CONTINUES SCREAMING)

All right. Alibi checks out.

- What?
- (SIGHS IN RELIEF)

Yeah, I'm surprised, too.

Okay. Well, if you're not doing this,
who is?

Oh, God. I think I know.

Hey.

His name's Buddy.

When we got together,
I was young and stupid.

He's a shifter, like me.

The only one I'd ever met
other than my mother.

But he liked hurting people.

Did he hurt you?

(SNIFFLES)

I left.

Changed my face, my name.

Buddy wouldn't just kill people.

He'd ruin their lives.

He said he liked to see
the look on their face

when they realized
they had nothing left.

What I'm doing here...

I know it can't make up
for what... What he...

(SIGHS)

What we did, but I'm trying.

If Buddy is doing this,
he's targeting your patients.

So who else has access to this office,
your notes, your appointments?

Patients and staff are in here all day.

If you had to pick one.

Uh...

Tom, my assistant.

- I'll check it out.
- I'll come with.

Uh...

(CLEARS THROAT)

Fine. Whatever.

All right, stay in the car.

Dean, I just... I wanna help.

Sam told me about the plan
for your mother.

Well, there's something you should know.

Sam's plans don't always work out.

Wait here.

Yeah, yeah, no. I...
All right. Got it. Thanks.

What?

Dean says Tom is in the clear.

How do you know?

He... He handed him
a silver dollar. Didn't burn.

Turns out your assistant's
just a nice guy with five cats.

What are you doing?

I'm scrubbing your security cam footage.

- If anyone's eyes flare...
- Then they're the shifter.

- Exactly.
- Right.

So, tell me,

how exactly does this work
with your patients?

You show up as their dead relatives,
and they think what?

Honestly? They don't really care.

They chalk it up to hypnotism,
a lucid dream.

They explain it away
because at the end of the day,

they get to say goodbye.

Hmm.

- And that works?
- Mmm-hmm.

People? We're hardwired to want closure.

You know?

You never got a chance
to say goodbye either, did you?

Whoa, whoa. Check this out.

There. Who's that?

That's John Driscoll.

I only started seeing him
a few weeks ago.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

What did...

What did you do to me?

I read your mind, such as it is.

What do you want?

What do I want? I want you to shut up.

I want... Hmm.

Having you awake,
it's like a gnat flew right up here

and it's trapped and it's buzzing.

Having me awake causes you pain.

If you can't sleep, I can't sleep. Yeah?

And I like sleep. I need sleep.

Then get rid of me.

Oh, I should, should I?

Send me back to Earth.

Or I throw you so deep into the empty,

that you can't bother me anymore. Hmm?

Except you know that won't work
or you would've done it already.

Pretty smart.

Pretty smart, dummy.

Send me back.

That's not part of the deal.

Mmm-mmm. No, no. Besides,
you don't want to go back.

Yes, I do.

Sam and Dean need me.

Oh, save it.

I have tiptoed
through all your little tulips.

Your memories,
your little feelings, yes.

I know what you hate.

I know who you love,

what you fear.

There is nothing for you back there. No.

Here.

Let me show you.

(SCREAMING)

(SCREAMS)

- Hey.
- Hi.

Where's Sam?

Buddy's posing as one of my patients.

Sam traced his phone.
I let him take my car.

He left about 10 minutes ago.

- He didn't call me.
- Well, can you blame him?

(DIALING)

Mia?

Could I talk to you?

Yes, of course. This way.

(LINE RINGING)

Sam and Dean aren't my real brothers.

Sometimes we have to lie.

I'm still trying to understand.

Come on, Sam. Pick up the phone.

My mother died when I was born.

Hi, Jack. It's, uh...

I'm your mom.

(KEYBOARD CLACKS)

I never met her.

I...

This is all I have.

And I just...

I need to see her just once.

Please.

Shut your eyes.

KELLY: You can look now.

Mom?

Hi, Jack.

(CRYING)

It's okay.

It's okay.

I'm afraid.

Why?

Why are you afraid?

Sam thinks you were right,
that I'm good.

He wants me to believe it,
and I wanna believe it, too.

It's just, I...

I've hurt people.

I didn't mean to. It was an accident.

And I know I should feel bad,
and I say I feel bad,

but most of the time...

Mostly, I don't feel anything.

And that's why I think maybe...

Maybe I'm a monster.

Jack.

It doesn't matter what you are.

It matters what you do.

And even monsters
can do good in this world.

You really believe that?

I have to.

I have to.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Hey, what's up?

SAM: Hey. I... I was too late.
Shifter's gone. Driscoll's dead.

Damn it. All right. Well, get back here.

Yeah, on my way.

Well, that was too freakin' easy.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Dean?

(GASPING)

(GRUNTS)

Hey, baby.

Come on, Castiel.

Wouldn't you rather be a fond memory

than a constant,
festering disappointment?

(GROANS)

Just let's lay down.

Let's just try and sleep.

Hmm?

Think about it.

Infinite peace, yes?

No regrets.

No pain.

Kiddo, save yourself.

I'm already saved.

(GROANS)

You can prance

and you can preen,

and you can scream and yell

and remind me of my failings,
but somehow I'm awake.

And I will stay awake
and I will keep you awake

until we both go insane.

(GROANS)

I will fight you.

Fight you

and fight you forever.

For eternity.

No.

No.

Release me.

Release me.

Buddy, what are you doing?

BUDDY: What am I doing?
MIA: Yeah.

What am I doing?
What are you doing, huh?

You think you can just leave?

Build this whole new life
for yourself without me? Huh?

- Kid.
- Oh, you're up.

Wait, no, no, no, no, no!
Don't hurt them.

BUDDY: Oh, begging for hunters?
That's not my girl.

I'm not your girl.

You always did think
you were too good for me,

even though I gave you everything.

- Jack.
- You used me!

Yeah, well, welcome
to the world, sweetheart.

Everybody uses everybody.

You gotta snap these cuffs.

BUDDY: I never stopped looking for you.

I can't.

And when I found this place,
when I saw...

Yes, you can.

...all the warm, fuzzy good
you were doing,

I couldn't let you have that.

Sammy believes in you,
and when he believes,

he'll go hell-for-leather.

So I took it all away, and it was fun.

- But you gotta try.
- MIA: You're...

You're a...

What? A monster?

Well, so are you.

And it's about time you embraced that.

So I'm not gonna kill those boys.

You are.

You end them, or you die,

courtesy of Tweedledee's silver bullets.

So what's it gonna be, princess?

Shoot me.

Shoot me!

(CAR DOOR CLOSES)

Look. Baby brother.

MIA: No. No!

Stop!

Like shooting hunters in a barrel.

Sam, no!

Dean?

DEAN: Sam!

- (IN DEAN'S VOICE) We're in here!
- MIA: Stop.

(WHIMPERING)

No!

(GRUNTS)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

DEAN: You sure about this?

What Buddy did was my fault.

I should've...

You guys can go.

I'll take care of him.

You know, I just...
I just wanted to help people.

You did.

Hey.

Hey.

You did good today, Jack.

(CLEARS THROAT)
Listen, man, back at Mia's,

I was out of line.

I'm sorry for being a...

A dick lately.

Thanks.

And maybe you're right about the kid.

I mean, he tries. I'll give him that.

And he tapped his powers,
saved our ass, so that's a win.

Yeah. I guess.

What's up?

What if you're right?

About Mom.

What if she is dead,
and I'm just in denial?

Don't say that.

What?

You've been wanting me
to admit that since it happened.

I know I have, but don't say that.

I need you to keep the faith.

For both of us.

'Cause right now, I...

Right now, I don't believe
in a damn thing.

(BIRDS CHIRPING)