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We were gonna end this, Sam.
Like you said. We're gonna be free.

To perform the spell, l have to die.

It has to be you that kills me.

[Dean] You didn't have a choice.

I'm pissed. l'll be damned if l'm gonna let
some glorified fanboy get the last word.

-Oh, no.
-[Sam] Oh, Becky.

I am your number one fan. I'm samlicker81 .

-[Sam] So you dosed me with a love potion?
-It wasn't all bad, right?

Well, Becky,
would you excuse us for just a second?

-Uh-huh.
-Amara, we belong together.

You're not complete,
you're not at full strength.

You can't leave this world. You're trapped.

Diminished, abandoned.

[heavy gunfire nearby]

[gunfire and shouting]

[man yells]

[gunfire and shouting continues nearby]

-Benny. Hey.
-Dean.

Dean.

You're gonna be okay.

No...

I'm not.

I'll-- I'll see you on the other side, brother.

Benny.

[man groaning]

Where is he?

-He's closer than you think.
-Where?

Maybe I'll tell you.

Right before l rip out your--

He was right.

Closer than you think.

-Sam.
-You know, I knew you'd come looking for me.

After Sioux Falls...

I suppose you had to.

What you did to them.

What you did to Bobby.

-To Jody.
-They tried to stop me.

But l will not be stopped.

Sam, you listen to me.

This is the demon blood.

You have to fight it.

Why would l do that?

Sammy, please.

Please.

[gasps]

[panting]

-Morning.
-Morning.

Rough night?

Just, uh...

weird dreams.

Yeah, been there.
Why don't you eat something, you'll feel better.

-Dean, you know l don't eat--
-It's veggie bacon.

-What?
-You've been asking for it.

Yeah...

but every time l ask for it, you say,

and I'm quoting,

"l don't want any of that hippy,
Sarah McLachlan grass-eater crap

in the Meat Man's kitchen."

Which, by the way, for what it's worth,
you gotta stop calling yourself "The Meat Man."

It-- It doesn't mean what you think it means.

[chuckles]

Yeah, it does.

Anyways, it's not that bad, give it a shot.

I'm good.

No, you're not.

The past few days,
you barely come out of your room.

Look, man, l get it, okay?

With Jack...

and Rowena...

Rowena knew
what she was getting herself into.

She knew what needed to be done.

-Doesn't make it any easier.
-No, it doesn't.

[clears throat] Here.

In the last month, Beaverdale, Iowa's
seen more than a half dozen cattle mutilations.

-So, what, mountain lion, or--?
-Mm.

Three days ago, a girl's body showed up.

Ripped to pieces.

Now, local badges think they've
got themselves a psycho on their hands, but...

come on, man,
that sounds exactly like our thing.

So let's go check it out.

You know, Dean,
you can handle this on your own,

-or call up some of the other hunters--
-No. No, you and me.

Sam, we need this.

That-- That's real bacon.

Dean?

You're damn right it is.

Meat Man.

[chattering]

-[Bailey] Yeah, watch the bikes.
-[girl] Got it. Thanks.

[Bailey] Davis, use the crosswalk.

Let's go, keep it moving.

So... [clears throat]

our victim.

-Susie Martin.
-Yeah.

What happened to her, l can't even imagine.

The police said she was last seen here.

After cheer practice.

And the, uh, security cameras?

-The police checked, but nothing.
-Was she close to anyone?

Susie was close to everyone.

She part of the drama club, debate team,
cheerleading, campus ministry. You name it.

Any best friends?

Uh... Mostly Veronica and the girls.
They're putting together a prayer vigil for her.

Excuse me, Mrs. Bailey?

Oh, Mr. and Mrs. Whitman,
how can l help you?

Well, it's just, we heard a rumor that
the game's gonna be canceled this Friday?

Oh, not canceled.
Rescheduled. For the service. For Susie.

Right. And we're so sorry about what
happened to her, it's just so, so horrible, but...

Uh, we had a scout coming
to that game for Billy. From Yale.

A young lady is dead,
and you're worried about a football game?

It's lacrosse.

-Who are you?
-Agent Plant. FBI.

Oh.

It's just, Yale is Billy's first choice,
and if he doesn't get in,

it'll be the end of the world.

Actually, the end of the world
is the end of the world.

-Of course.
-Of course.

But maybe you could have
the little prayer thing at halftime?

-Or--
-No.

-Is--
-No.

I see.

Well, thank you for your time.

I swear, the parents are worse than the kids.

Hey.

Any luck at the morgue?

-Is that a--?
-Vamp fang.

Vampires drain their victims,
vamps don't rip their bodies apart.

Apparently, this one does.
And it gets a little weirder.

The coroner said
there were no signs of defensive wounds.

So it's like she didn't even fight.

So whoever killed her,
maybe someone she knew.

And according to the vice principal,
she kind of knew everyone.

Oh, that's awesome.

That's awesome.

You see that beaver?

I know, cheer practice was so long, right?

I swear, Veronica's so fake.

"l'm lost without Susie,
it's like a piece of my heart is gone."

Gag me.

Okay, yeah. Later.

[screams]

So, this is where they found Susie's body?

-Yeah, you notice what's missing?
-Blood.

So, how does a freak gut a girl,
but not make a mess?

By killing her somewhere else,
and dumping her here.

Looks like.

Local police are freaked.

Never seen anything like this,
they got no idea how to deal.

Of course not.

Because that's our job.

We keep them from dealing with the truth,

with what's out there...

and we carry the weight. It's great.

Meanwhile, they get to go back
to living in their white picket fence bubbles.

Ever since you were a kid,
you wanted to live in a town like this.

Lame, normal.

Yeah, we don't get normal.

These towns,
everything's the end of the world.

Late for work. Your kid doesn't get into
the right school. Whatever. They don't--

They have no idea what's out there.

[cell phone ringing]

Huh.

Vice Principal Bailey? Yes.

Really.

Of course. Uh, on our way.

We got another one.

Seatbelts, seatbelts.

This, got that, got that.

[Becky] You're forgetting something.

Motion sickness pills. For Junior.

He would've been fine, babe.
It's just Lake Michigan, hardly any chop.

Four hours on a boat?
Rod Jr. gets seasick in the tub.

Where would I be without you?

Covered in puke.

Have fun, sweeties.

[boy] Thanks, Mom. We will.

[Rod] Wow.

Felt that.

-You can't wait to have the house to yourself.
-[sighs] You have no idea.

-[girl] Bye, Mom. Bye.
-[boy] Bye! Bye, Mom.

No, Becky, wait.

Becky, please.

Becky, please wait.

What are you doing here?

I just-- I wanted-- l needed to see you.

Well, I don't want or need to see you.

I'm sorry, l...

I know we're not together anymore,
and it seems like you're doing great.

I just-- I wanted to talk.

Catch up.

-It's been a rough couple of weeks.
-That's not my problem.

Becky, please.

I don't have anywhere else to go.

Tori Taylor never came home last night.

She was talking to a friend on the phone,
in the parking lot, and then...

-gone.
-What about her vehicle?

-It's still there, which is--
-Not good.

Her parents are worried sick, they--

-You think she and Susie--
-Start with this.

The girls, did they have anything in common?

They're both cheerleaders.

Well, someone's got a fetish.

Excuse me?

I, uh--

We'll look into it.

What are these?

[Becky] My maquettes.

You make them?

I run the most successful Etsy site

for unofficial Supernatural merchandise
in the country.

Probably the world.

Wow.

So, you're still, um...

Still what?

-Obsessed with my work.
-You mean my work.

Look, what you were writing,
it was real, like really real.

You sort of channeled Sam and Dean's lives,
because you're a prophet.

I-- Yeah. Yes, l am.

And sure, l got a little obsessed,
and it took me to a dark place.

What l did to Sam...

Ugh.

So, after some pretty intensive counseling,

I realized l wasn't in love
with the real Sam Winchester.

I loved his character.

So instead of reading your stories,
I kept writing my own.

Your own Supernatural?

Where the guys didn't have
to hunt monsters all the time.

They just sit around and do laundry
and talk, you know?

I mean, that's what people
like the most anyway.

-I mean, people like monsters.
-Meh.

Anyway. I got an online following,

and it wasn't paying the bills, so l started
to make these handcrafted miniatures.

They took off,
started turning a profit, and here l am.

Right, right, right,
but people like monsters though.

They do, l mean, Leviathans are cool.

-What? They're all teeth.
-Anyway, I have the house to myself

for the first time in months.
This was supposed to be my catch-up day.

I have billing to do, orders to fill, three
AU Fic deadlines breathing down my neck.

So if you wanna talk, talk.

Fast.

Like, they don't even have lips.
There's, like, teeth-face.

Chuck.

-Now.
-All right.

Fine.

[sighs]

All right, so l had a bit of a falling out.

With who?

-The Winchesters?
-Things were said.

Uh, and now l've found myself
low on, um, resources.

I went to ask my sister for help,
and she rejected me.

Because she sucks.

And now l'm just...

stuck.

So I thought l'd come see you.

My number one fan.

And, l don't know,
see if you can help make me feel big again.

So you want me to...

fluff you?

I mean, no?

You do.

You thought you could just come back to me,
your pathetic ex,

your number one fan,
and get what you've always gotten from me:

A nice big crank on your ego.

-Well, I mean--
-Sorry, that's not me anymore, Chuck.

I am married to an amazing man,
I have two great kids.

And I like myself, Chuck.

For the first time in a long time,

I like myself.

So I don't need you.

I know.

You don't need me.

No one does.

I'm happy for you,
Becky, that you like yourself,

because...

I kind of hate me right now.

Really?

Yeah, l just don't know what I'm doing.

I feel so lost.

Okay, well...

what makes you happy?

Writing.

Creating.

Then, Chuck, you have to write.

Really? You're sure?

Okay. Thanks, Toby. Appreciate it.

[Sam] Seriously?

-We're questioning the mascots now?
-Smart kid.

Actually got a full ride to IU.

Don't underestimate the mascot,
the guy's got access.

Knows a lot about cheerleaders.

In a mostly non-creepy kind of way.

Anyway, turns out that Susie was in charge.

Then with her gone,
Tori was set to take over, except...

-Not anymore.
-Yeah.

Okay, so who's third in line to the throne?

Mm-hm.

Not the mascot, but he knows.

-I can't believe she's really--
-I know.

It's just--

It's like a piece of my heart is gone.

Billy...

I know you and Susie were close,
but if there's anything you need...

I--

[Janet] Billy.

I have to go.

Yeah.

[sighs]

We are here to celebrate
the life of my friend, Susie-- No.

[clears throat]

We are here to celebrate
the life of my best friend, Susie.

My best friend Susie, who I miss, like...

Like, she was a part of me.

And in many ways, she's still a part of me.

She'll always be a part of all of us.

Susie Martin was as rare as a ghost orchid,

and as unique as a snowflake.

So beautiful inside and out.

But as Robert Frost tells us...

"Nothing gold can stay."

And that's what Susie was.

Pure gold.

[slow clapping]

That was good stuff.

Especially the part about the snowflake,
and getting choked up.

If you're gonna milk it,
get in there and squeeze, you know?

I'm sorry, who are you?

FBl.

We're here about Susie.

Uh, you mean about who killed her?

Yeah.

Yeah, now that she's gone, and then Tori,

really kind of worked out for you, didn't it?

We should talk. Outside.

[chuckles]

Um, l-- I think I should go.

Wait, wait, wait, Veronica.

Do you have braces?

Yeah. So?

Frigging braces?

Kind of makes it impossible to fang out.

All right, so if she's not our vamp, who is?

-You weren't out front, l had to find you.
-It was embarrassing, Mom.

-I just wanted to help. Susie would have--
-No. We do not say her name.

Would you talk to your son, please?

Just listen to your mother.

Really?

I need wine.

[whimpering]

[screams]

You have anything stronger?

[Becky] We have Cran-Apple juice.

I'm good.

[sighs] lt's just--

Things are different now, Becky.

I mean, I used to be able
to see Sam and Dean in my head,

wherever they were, whatever they were doing,
it was all just there.

Ripe for the picking.

And now it's just gone.

-Because you lost your prophet powers?
-Yeah, something like that.

-Then write about something else.
-But this is it.

-I mean, this is my favorite story.
-Then write about them.

I-- Okay, I feel like we're going in circles now.

No, you're going in circles.

You're a writer.

A writer who's not writing.

And when a writer's not writing,

they feel sad, and they get lost.

And the writer asks themselves,
"Why do I feel this way,

why am I so sad and lost?"

And what is all that navel-gazing
and hair-pulling amount to in the end?

Procrastination, distraction.

Just one of a million ways
the writer avoids doing the one thing

that is all but guaranteed
to make the writer feel better.

Which is...

Writing.

But what if I can't?

You can. The only question is will you?

How'd you learn all this?

I'm a writer too, Chuck.

-Well, fanfic, it's not exactly the same--
-Writing's writing.

The self-sabotage, the doubts,

the struggle against time.

So whenever I have a spare minute,

I write.

Yeah.

-Wait, l didn't mean right now.
-Shh!

[Bailey] This is the security footage
from last night.

We have any idea who that might be?

[Bailey] No clue. He's wearing a mask.

Oh, crap.

Wait a second. Go back.

Uh, zoom in on that.

[Dean] You got it?

Yeah.

You're worried about the game?
This is insane.

This is what we've worked for,
what we've sacrificed so much for.

Well, I never asked you to.

We're your parents, you don't need to ask.

Everything that we have done
has been for you.

We just want you to be happy.

[Henry] Son, we're trying our best.

What do you want from us?

Listen to what l'm saying, I don't want anything.
I never wanted any of this.

That's the point.

[doorbell rings]

Hi.

Your dad home?

[door closes, Tori whimpering]

[Billy] Um, Dad?

Billy, get upstairs.

Now.

Good thinking.

You don't want the kid to see this part.

-I don't know what you're talking about.
-Yeah, sure you do.

Those girls that went missing?

That was you.

[crashing nearby]

On it.

Look, arrest me. Fine.
Just please, leave my family out of it.

Arrest you?

No, see...

we're not FBl.

[Sam] Shh.

I'm here to help, okay?
Just hang in there. Hang in there.

And we know exactly what you are.

Get you out of here, okay? I got you.

I got you.

You shouldn't be here.

Sammy, how's it going back there?

Okay.

Was not expecting that.

-How's she doing?
-[Sam] Not good.

She's lost a lot of blood.

She needs a doctor.

Janet, what are you doing?

I'm saving this family.

No, listen.

It's over.

Okay?

They caught me,
you just need to get Billy and leave.

Please.

Well?

It's so good.

You did it.

Congratulations.

Yeah?

I mean, the story?

I loved it.

In fact, I'm feeling so inspired,

I would love to just jump in
and get back to my own work.

-No, no, you're shining me on.
-What?

-No, I'm not.
-It's a rough draft, Becky.

You've gotta have some notes.

Just like, one note.

Okay, if l had to give one note.

The jeopardy, Chuck.

It's feeling a little thin? Low-stakes?
It's fun to hear the boys' voices,

but a story is only as good as its villain,

and these villains
are just not feeling very dangerous?

Not to mention, there's no classic rock.
No one even mentions Cass.

The climax is a little stale.

Boys tied up again
while we get the villain's monologue,

which frankly, isn't one of your best.

A little originality wouldn't...

hurt.

You want jeopardy?

You want danger?

Move.

I'll give you danger.

Chuck?

Dad, what's going...

-on?
-Your dad's a vampire. That's what's going on.

Let me guess,
a few weeks ago, maybe a month,

you had a run in with something big and mean.

It turned you.

You thought you could deal.

But the cow's blood, or whatever, just
wasn't cutting it, so you upgraded to humans.

How am l doing? Am I right?

No, I don't think you're right, Dean.

-It's not the dad, it's the son.
-Shut your mouth.

-Mom--
-Billy, go.

No.

You're right. About all of it.

But what happened with Susie, I didn't--

We were together.

We were kissing.

I could hear her heart.

And her blood, and she tasted so good, I just--

I couldn't stop.

[screaming]

-Then what?
-I told my mom and dad.

So you what, chopped up the body?

Made it look like some wannabe Bundy?

And grabbed Tori...

[screams]

...and kept her as his own personal blood bag?

Awesome parenting. Awesome.

This is not Billy's fault.

He was the victim.

What were we supposed to do?

-You were gonna let me just cut off your head.
-You don't have children, do you?

Because if you did, you would know
that to see your child in pain

rips your heart out,
and you'd know that you'd do anything.

-You'd die for them.
-Or kill for them.

-Mom, no.
-We can bury them out back.

Under the peonies.
Everything is going to be fine.

There's no way you believe that.

Mom.

Stop.

We just wanted him to have a normal life.

Mom, l can't.

That's what I've been trying to tell you.

I can't.

I killed someone that l loved,

and I'll do it again,
I know l will, l can't control this.

I'm a monster.

So here's what's gonna happen.

You're gonna take Tori to the hospital,
and you're gonna tell them l kidnapped her.

What? No.

Dad said he was wearing
a mask when he grabbed her.

Tori won't know. You tell them l took her...

and then I ran away.

Billy.

Don't do this.

[Radio Company's "Sounds of Sunday" plays]

Then you and me...

we're gonna go for a ride.

That's how this works.

Right?

I'm sorry, Mom.

But this is the best way.

This is the only way.

[sobs]

♪ Finding room to breathe ♪

♪ Go on beyond your way ♪

♪ And see ♪

♪ And though ♪

♪ The sounds of someday ♪

♪ May be home ♪

♪ And though ♪

♪ The sounds of someday ♪

♪ May be home ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

No.

-You can't.
-I did.

-This is just an ending.
-Yeah.

I don't know how I'm gonna get there.

But l know where l'm going.

But it's so...

dark.

But great, right?

I can see it now. Supernatural: The End.

And the cover is just a grave stone
that says "Winchester."

Fans are gonna love it.

Well?

It's awful.

Horrible.

It's hopeless.

You can't do this to the fans.

What you did to Dean?

What you did to Sam?

There, see? lt's making you feel something.
That's good, right?

-No.
-[door closes]

[Rod] Babe, we're home.

-Babe.
-You have to leave.

No, I kind of like it here.

-[Rod] Babe. You wouldn't believe what happened.
-Please.

Junior was fine, but I puked everywhere.

Babe?

Hey.

[Becky shrieks]

Rod?

What happened?

Where is he?

-He's gone.
-What?

-[girl] Hi, Mom.
-[boy] We're back. Dad got sick.

-He threw up all over the side--
-Dad threw up.

-No.
-[kids' voices stop]

The kids.

Oh, don't worry,
they're not dead, they're just away.

Oh, yeah.

I'm God.

What are you--?

No.

You bring them back.

Please.

You can't do this.

Oh, Becky.

I can do anything.

I'm a writer.

Well, that was an interesting one.

Yeah. [chuckles]

What Henry did...

we would've done the same thing. For Jack.

If we had the chance.

Yeah.

Yeah, we would.

Look, man, l get it.

I get it, we have lost...

way, way too much.

And it's hard not to feel like just

cashing out.

I felt like that.

After Chuck, back in the crypt.

But you know what brought me back?

You did.

Saying that what we do still matters.

That's why l wanted to drag us out here,
that's why l wanted to work a case,

to save lives, you know?

Because it is, it's a crap job.

We do the ugly things
so people can live happy.

Yeah. Yeah.

Lucky them. [chuckles]

Yeah, lucky them.

But it doesn't change a thing.

You know what l mean? We still do the job.

But we don't do it for us.

We do it for Jack.

For Mom.

For Rowena.

We owe it to anybody
who has ever given a damn about us

to keep putting one foot in front of the other.

No matter what.

And hey, man, like you said,

now that Chuck's gone,
we're finally on our own.

We are

finally free

to...

move on, you know?

I don't-- I don't know if I can move on.

You know, I--

I can't forget any of them, Dean.

I still think about Jessica.

I-- l can't just let that go.

-No, man, that's not what l'm talking about.
-I know, I know, l know, l'm sorry, l know,

but what l'm saying is that l don't feel free.

What we've done, what we've lost,

right now, that is what l'm feeling,

and sometimes, it's...

Sometimes it's like l-- l can't even breathe.

But maybe tomorrow.

Maybe I'll feel better in the morning.

And what if you don't?

I don't know.

Oh, yeah.

This is gonna be good.