All language subtitles for supernatural.s11e04.bdrip.x264-mayhem

On April 21st, 1967,

the hundred-millionth GM vehicle

Rolled off the line
at the plant in Janesville.

Three days later,
another car rolled off that same line.

This 1967 Chevrolet Impala

would turn out to be
the most important object

- in pretty much the whole universe.
- Whoo!

Listen to her purr.

- This is the car you want.
- Oh, yeah?

You... You know something about cars?

My dad taught me everything about cars.

I know it's been a long time.

Dean and I... We've... We've been through
a lot of bad. But this is different.

This is my fault
and I don't know how to fix it.

We need your help, God.

We need to know there's hope.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Dude, what's up with the shorts?

It's a free bunker.

- Did you find anything?
- Uh...

Not on The Darkness.

No.

What about Metatron?

Still in the wind. No leads.

Great.

So, we have an ancient evil
out there somewhere,

just getting stronger by the day.

Cass is getting better, so there's that.

- Still wants to fix your, uh...
- I’m fine.

Fine. 100%.

All right, well, he's not.
He still needs more time to heal.

Well... Guess we got nothing
to do but get better.

I don't know about you,
but I've got some serious cabin fever.

I've washed every car in here twice.

Well, I may have found us a case.

- I mean, it's thin...
- Hey, thin works.

Tell me on the way.

Figures.

All right, let's hear it. What do you got?

Okay, uh, Quaker Valley, Oregon,
town outside of Eugene.

Dwayne Markham, the local sheriff,
was found in the woods a couple days ago.

His body was mauled,
so they chalked it up to an animal attack,

- but I'm thinking...
- Werewolf.

- Yeah, maybe.
- Yeah, you're right. That is thin.

Yeah. Probably nothing, right?

Probably not.

Oregon, here we come.

What is that?

It's a smoothie.

Where's the beer?

Under the smoothies.

Where's the rest of the beer?

- Ooh, it's Cass. We gotta, we gotta...
- Man.

I gotta get this.

Hey, Cass. Everything all right?

Yeah, I'm fine.
I was just reading up about

the other cases in the area
that you're headed to.

I haven't found anything yet that matches.

Cass, you've got one job to do
and that's to heal.

- You understand?
- I can help.

Yeah, of course you can, Cass,

but, right now is the time for you
to focus on getting better.

This is just a milk run. We got it.
So, try and relax.

- All right.
- Read a book.

Watch some Netflix.

What's a "Netflix"?

Go to my room, turn on the TV.
You'll figure it out.

All right.

Just call if you need anything.

Got it, Cass. Thanks.

You think he's gonna be okay?

He just needs some time, you know?
We all do.

Are you serious?

Dean, it's late.
I'm exhausted and, and... And starving.

And this place...

I mean, even Swayze
wouldn't come to this Roadhouse.

Okay, first of all,
never use Swayze's name in vain.

Okay? Ever.

Second, you don't
remember this place?

You don't remember Heather?

The hunter that we worked
a Wendigo case a couple years ago?

- Oh, yeah.
- Yeah, exactly.

What, she's here tonight?

I texted her.
She's working a rugaru case in Texas.

Actually, she never texted me back.
That's not the point.

The point is, is that we have
a ton of driving left to do

just to go to a town
where there's probably not a case.

But in there, good times.

And time heals all wounds, Sam,
especially good times.

What do you say?

I say, knock yourself out.

I'm gonna find a diner,
dig into the lore like Cass did,

see if anything's ever happened
where we're headed.

Oh, man, you really
gotta learn how to have fun.

Seriously, it's pathetic.

Mistakes were made. Mmm-hmm.

Who are you?

- Oh.
- Uh, good morning.

That's, uh, my brother Dean.

Sorry, Sam, I didn't,
I didn't realize you had company.

Yeah. Yeah,
could you give us a minute?

Hi.

Well, I’ll just, uh...
Just won't be here anymore.

So, you kids take your time.

Have you seen my hairpin?

- Dean, I can explain what was going on...
- No, no, no. No.

- Don't Night Moves me.
- Shh.

Just let it wash over you.

- Look...
- Just take it in.

This is ridiculous.

One of the greatest
rock writers of all time, Samuel.

It's Sam.

You started this. You started this.

Here we go. Come on now.

Next time, I choose.

- Hey.
- Hands off the wheel.

You're not even looking at the road.

"Digging into the lore."

Is that what the kids
are calling it these days?

Man, I needed that.

And hey, look at that,
you're finally not a virgin anymore.

But you know what? I think it was time.

I respect the fact that you, uh...

You know, you wanted to stay true
and pure and waited.

Yeah, you know what? You're an idiot.

Even put a blanket down.

Buddy, classy and thoughtful as always.

I tried to give her my number.

You know what she said?

"We got tonight. Who needs tomorrow?"

Is everything a Bob Seger song to you?

Yes.

Well...
It was nice knowing you, Piper.

Piper?

That's awesome.

Heather. One-night wonders, man.

Shoot, we're lucky
we still get that at all.

Really?
You don't ever want something more?

I'm sorry, have you met us?

We're batting a whopping zero
in domestic life, man. Goose eggs.

You don't ever think about something?
Not marriage or whatever.

But, something, you know, with a hunter?
Somebody who understands the life?

Have you not heard a single word
Bob's been singing about?

You're tired. I can tell.
You're exhausted.

Well, I'm still wired,
so I'm gonna pull over, get some gas.

You hop in the back, get some Z's,
'cause, buddy, you earned 'em.

Proud of you! Piper.

Mmm. Man, she smelled good, too.

What are you listening to?

Your mom used to love this song.

Dad?

You okay, pal? You look a little spooked.

It's nice to be back behind the wheel.

Looks like
Dean's taken good care of this old beast.

Seems like
he's taken good care of you, too.

What is this? Another vision?

Are you having visions, son?

Don't call me that.

- What? A father can't call his...
- No, my father is dead.

When has death ever stopped a Winchester?

Look, I don't know what this is, but...

What you said about relationships,
wanting something more...

I never wanted this for you boys,
this life. Not really.

We turned out okay.

You did, didn't you?

But that was on you boys.
You did that, not me.

Well, you played your part.

I did my best, anyway,
for what it was worth.

This isn't real.

I never could fool you, could I?

I prayed when I was in that church.

And I saw something.

And now, here you are, whoever you are,
whatever you are.

What the hell is this?

Dream.

Vision. Call it what you want.

The message is still the same.

The Darkness is coming.

Only you boys can stop it.

Okay, fine.

How?

We need help, not visions of dead people.

God helps those who help themselves.

Who are you?

Welcome to the Winchester Motel.

We don't have cable,
but we do have room service.

You were singing in your sleep.

That song Mom loved,
Dad used to always play for us.

I think I've actually still got the tape.

Hey, Dean, um...

You said when you saw The Darkness,
you weren't sure whether it was, uh...

The real thing or a vision, right?

Mmm-hmm.

I think I've been
having visions, too, lately.

I mean, it's just images.
I mean, more of a feeling, really.

But I just had one right now,

and, and Dad was in it.

But it wasn't Dad like, like,
the Dad that, that I grew up with.

It was Dad when he was our age.

And I guess it wasn't even really Dad.

It was someone pretending to be Dad and...

Okay, what makes you say that?

For starters,
he told me everything I wanted to hear.

- Yeah, doesn't sound like Dad.
- No.

Anyways, whoever it was,

they had a message to deliver.

They said The Darkness is coming.

And only you and I can stop it.

Did they happen to give you
any helpful tips on how to do that?

He said,
"God helps those who help themselves."

I mean, maybe these visions
are coming from God.

Whoa.

Pump the brakes.

I mean, Dean,
the first one happened after I prayed.

You prayed? When was this?

Back in the hospital.

Why?

Because I was infected.

I was infected. I'm not anymore.

And I, I never went full rabid.

You get infected
and you didn't even tell me.

- Dean...
- What did you pray about?

I guess I was just looking for answers,
you know?

Well, I'm sure whatever
is kicking around in your head right now

is a side effect from the infection
that you failed to tell me about.

You know, I don't think it's that simple.

Come on, man. That quote?

"God helps those who help themselves"?
God didn't say that.

That's not even in the Bible.

That's an old proverb
that dates way back to Aesop.

I read.

And more importantly,
when was the last time

God answered any one of our prayers?

It's not a vision, Sam. All right?
It's just some... Some fever dream.

That's all.

And as far as Dad goes,
I dream about Dad all the time.

- You do?
- Of course I do.

It's usually the same one, too.

We're all in the car.
I'm sitting in the driver's seat.

Dad's sitting shotgun.
But there aren't any shotguns.

There's no monsters. There's no hunting.
There's none of that.

It's just...

He's teaching me how to drive.

And, uh... And I'm not little like I was
when he actually taught me how to drive.

I'm 16, and he's helping me
get my learner's permit.

Of course, you're in the backseat,
just begging to take a turn.

We pull up to the house,
the family house.

And I park in the driveway,
and he looks over and he says,

"Perfect landing, son."

I have that dream every couple of months.
It's kind of comforting, actually.

I always, uh...

I always dream about Mom.

Usually the same kind of thing, though.

- Normal life?
- Yeah. Normal life.

But, Dean, this wasn’t just a dream.
I'm telling you.

Why would somebody dress up like Dad
to give you a message?

I mean, Dad.

You don't exactly have a history
of listening to what he had to say.

But you said The Darkness
is sending messages to you.

Maybe whatever is the opposite
of The Darkness is sending messages to me.

And you think that this thing is God?

Come on. How many, how many opportunities
has God had to crack this pinata,

and I don't see
any candy on the floor, do you?

Okay, then maybe it's not God, but...

I know what you're trying to do here.

You're trying to find
some, some greater meaning to it all.

Right? Some fate to what went down.

But I'm telling you, Sam.
The Darkness? It's on us.

And no one's gonna help us,
certainly not God,

so, we'll have to figure this thing out,
like we always do.

But until then, we hunt.

This case, for starters.
Of course, this case is...

Which is probably nothing.

Yeah, probably nothing.

Good night, jerk.

Night, bitch.

Hey, the coroner
showed me the sheriff's body.

And, uh, it was mauled all right.

And get this. Heart missing,
body completely drained of blood.

So, what? We're looking at
a, a werewolf/vampire hybrid?

Say it with me, a Were-pire.

Huh?

No.

- Come on.
- I’m not saying that.

Whatever. I called Cass,
told him to look into the lore.

What do you got?

Right, well, uh, the
sheriff's replacement, Deputy Donnelly...

He's not the brightest bulb,
but I got a copy of his report.

Maybe he missed something.

Agents-.

Deputy.

This must be your partner.

Agent Walsh, right?

Pleasure to meet you.

I just want to thank you
both for stoppin' by.

We really appreciate your due diligence.

Oh. Actually, uh, do you know a motel
where we can crash for the night?

You're stayin'?

Yeah, just wanna kick all the tires.

Well, uh, there's a motel on Downey
that'll give you a good price.

And if you're looking for a decent meal,

you can't beat Aunt Mel's,
down by the train station.

Parking is a bitch, but it's the best
damn steak in the whole state.

You had me at "steak."

All right.

Now we're cookin' with gas.

Valet?

You... What?

Dean,
people valet park all the time.

Come on, live a little.

Welcome to Aunt Mel's.

- Home of the...
- Yeah, listen,

Jessie, not a scratch, okay?

Spider caught a fly.

I repeat, spider caught a fly.

- Let's go! Come on!
- Okay!

Hell, yeah. Let's roll!

Let's get this party started.

Oh, my God!

Yes, sir? We're on our way.

My way.

What did you do?

I'm gonna get fired.

- Come on!
- Okay!

- I gotta go. Let's go!
- Where's my purse?

You probably just left it in your car.

- What?
- I gotta go! I don't wanna get fired!

Strong work, Jessie. Strong work.

Thanks.

So, what's next?

I want, uh,
to talk to the sheriff's widow.

Lily Markham.

Maybe she knows something
about why her husband

was out in the woods in the first place.

All right, well, I'll drop you off.

I wanna go back to the woods
where they found the body.

Something wasn't right
about those crime scene photos.

- Cass, you okay?
- I'm mostly confused.

I'm not sure how orange
correlates with black in a way that's new.

Step away from the Netflix.

- Sorry.
- It's okay. We've all had a binge.

You find anything in the lore?

Well, there is a creature
that feeds on hearts and blood.

A Were-pire, you might say?

Come on, I know you wanna say it.

In the lore,
it's referred to as a Whisper.

That's lame.

Silver will kill it, but you may
want to decapitate it just to be sure.

All right, sounds good.
I'm at the crime scene now.

It was staged. The body was dragged.
There were no signs of struggle.

Body was moved there
to look more like an animal attack?

Yeah, maybe. It was pretty sloppy, though.

You, uh...

What else you got on these things?

Listen to this.
Whispers have a fascinating history...

Hang on.

Actually, they were once believed
to be in the bloodline of werewolves,

but in fact,
they are more similar to demons.

Deputy? What's going on?

They, uh... They got their
nickname from how quiet their attacks are.

Because of their stealthiness...

...they've, uh, lived
on the fringes for centuries.

Although, there were several

that were hunted and killed
during the Salem witch...

Wait a minute. Okay, according to this,

Whispers only feed during a solar eclipse.

Uh, so, Dean, I... I don't believe

what you're hunting is a Whisper.

Must be another creature of some kind.

Okay. Fine, I'll say it.

Maybe it is your so-called Were-pire.

But to be honest, I have
never heard of a creature with that name.

Dean, what is that?

Dean?

Dean. Dean, are you all right?
I hear gunshots.

Dean!

Dean?

Dean!

Ah, turns out I did shoot the deputy.

- Wait, Dean, is, is everything...
- The deputy was a Were-pire.

It's all right.

Silver bullets worked.

No, Dean, listen.

According to the lore, the timing is off.

The next solar eclipse in North America
is years away.

- It can't be a...
- Hang on.

Dean, wait.

This thing couldn't be...

Dean?

Scratch that.

You gotta cut off their...

Dean, it's not a Whisper.

Yeah, I'm starting to get that.

Give me a sec.

All right.

All right, that...

Okay.

Smile, asshat.

- All right, Cass, you there?
- Of course. What's going on?

Well, whatever it is,
silver slows it down.

I, uh... I'm sending you a picture
right now of its fangs.

I've never seen anything like it.

See if there's a match in the lore,
would you?

I'm on it.

Dean, I got jumped.

- You okay?
- I think, for now.

Pretty sure
we're dealing with a pack here.

Uh, two of these things were
attacking Mrs. Markham when I arrived.

I, I filled them with silver,
but it only slowed them down.

Yeah, well,
Deputy Dumbass is one of them as well.

He's, uh...
He's in two pieces and still alive.

Where you at now?

Mrs. Markham was knocked out.
I carried her to a house nearby.

- Here, I'll text you the address now.
- All right, sit tight. I'm on my way.

Buddy's gettin' jumped.

Door was open
when I got to the house.

By the time I searched through it,
they'd already beaten her unconscious.

Maybe she knew something

or something about
what happened to her husband.

So what, they tried to take her out
while the deputy went back to the scene?

Yeah, he went to fix it up. Found me.

Hey, Cass, tell me you got something

that doesn't involve chicks in prison.

Bet you never thought
you'd say that out loud.

It's a Nachzehrer.

- Come again?
- A ghoul and vampire-like creature.

A Ghoul-pire! Right?

Some breeds feed on the flesh of the dead.

Others feed
on the blood and hearts of the living.

They run in small packs, but they usually
keep an extremely low profile.

Great. So, how do we kill 'em?

Well, they're already dead.

So in a manner of speaking, they just
need to be reminded that they're dead.

- You need a Charon's obol.
- Of course.

Yeah, in ancient Greece,
when a person died,

some people believed you had to
put an obol, or a coin in their mouth,

so they could use it as currency to be
taken across the river to the underworld.

Right, you place a coin
in a Nachzehrer's mouth,

then sever their head,
and that will kill them.

And according to the lore,
if you kill the pack's Alpha,

everyone they've turned
will revert back to human form.

Awesome. All right,
where do we find an obol?

Well, according
to the Men of Letters' records,

you're gonna need a copper coin.

They used to use pennies,
so, you'll need one of those.

Yeah, but one minted pre-1982.

So before 1982, pennies were 95% copper.

Since then,
they're only copper-plated zinc.

Wow. Your nerdiness knows no bounds.

- You're welcome.
- All right, well, thanks, Cass.

Good work. Way to come off the bench.

What bench?

Just get back to getting better, okay?

Got nothing.

Well, yeah, I mean,
who carries pennies these days, anyway?

- I'll be right back.
- Yeah.

Mrs. Markham?

Mrs. Markham. It's okay.

I'm Dean Winchester.

- My brother Sam and...
- Where am I?

You were attacked by the same people
that killed your husband.

My husband.

Now do you know something
about what happened to him?

Maybe that's why
these people attacked you?

Okay.

Well, we're gonna take you someplace safe,
all right?

And then we're gonna
kill these sons of bitches.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. I could, uh...
I could explain that.

Well, maybe not.

Um, it's like the thing
that attacked you, okay?

It's a Ghoul-pire.

The point is, it can't hurt you anymore.

At least, I don't think it can. It's...

You know what? Let's just get rid of it.

Here we go.

Okay, all right. See? There we go.

- You okay?
- Your family.

You do anything for them, don't you?

Absolutely.

Yeah, but not if it costs too much.

No.

You do everything for them.

Everything else is meaningless.

But I did it wrong.

Now I've ruined everything.

This isn't your fault.

I put my family at risk.

They were right to attack me.

But I know how to make it right.

Where is it?
What did you do with the maker's body?

You're gonna tell me or I will end you!

See? That wasn't so hard.

Now, I know what to do with you.

I can make this right

I can make this right

I can make this right

You're okay!

See? I fixed it. You're okay.

I know you're awake.

I know you're a hunter.

And I know you're a Nachzehrer.

The maker, right? The pack Alpha?

Well, maybe you're not
as dumb as you look.

Thought you and yours
like to keep a low profile.

Sadly, rookies like Lily here
aren't up to snuff

when it comes to
keeping their feeding quiet.

So, you killed your husband?

He wouldn't join us.

People who don't join are food.

But, I... I messed up,
and I..- I didn't bury him right.

It's my fault, really.

You weren't properly trained.

But everyone
deserves a mulligan, don't they?

That's all my people
were trying to do, Lily.

They weren't going to kill you.

Hell, I need you.

I need all the help I can get.

How many have you turned?

In the first 100 years? Three.

In the last month? Sixteen.

What, are you trying
to field a baseball team?

It's like I said, I need help,
every strong hand I can find.

And I need an army to fight The Darkness.

Oh, it's comin', for all of us.

There's nothing hunters
or any human can do about it.

Do you know how to stop it?

I don't think anything can stop it.

I'm just tryin' to buy some time,

so I'm turning
as many strong men and women as I can.

Your brother will make a fine addition
to the rank and file.

While you slept,
I sent him a text message from your phone.

Oh, he's heading into a trap right now.

You'd make a good soldier, too.

But you cut off my head,
and I can't stand for that.

Don't worry.

I'm an "every part
of the buffalo" kind of guy.

Your death won't go to waste.

You'll be your brother's first meal.

Oh, baby, I'm so sorry.

Oh, my God. What have I...

My kids.

My kids. They turned my kids.
They're with the others.

Please.

Sam.

Yeah, yeah.

Come on. Come on. Come on.

Come on, baby. Yeah! There we go.

Ah.

Hang on.

Mom!

- You okay?
- Probably nothing, right?

- Everybody all right back there?
- Uh, yeah.

They all changed back.

So, it was Deputy Dumbass, huh?

Yeah, Deputy Dumbass.
You know, he was trying to build an army.

Yeah, I know. To fight The Darkness.

Dean, even the monsters are scared.

Well, let 'em be.

You and I, we're gonna end this thing now.

You, you mind starting tomorrow?

- Deal.
- Deal.

We'll get Cass to fix you up.

Only if he fixes you up, too.

Okay, Mom.

Let's go home.

You know what? We are home.

Come on. Come on.

Ah.

There's my girl.

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