All language subtitles for Supernatural S07 E05_EN

I hate witches. They're always spewing
their bodily fluids everywhere.

It's creepy.
You know, it's downright unsanitary.

I can't hold them back!

-Hold who back?
-Leviathan!

They're like shape shifters.

Only a lot more into eating folk.
Nothing can kill 'em.

Yes, sir.
Sam Winchester was definitely here.

And I'll find out
where they went from here.

You know me.

You know the kind of person I am.

She's dropping bodies, man,
which means we gotta drop her.

She killed her own mom to save me.

She's done.

You ever do something behind
someone's back because you had to?

You are what you are.
You will kill again.

I'm sorry.

Karen, don't second-guess yourself.

Yes, your house is beautiful,

but didn't you tell me a million times
that it's Rick's dream house?

Selling it is how you punish
his ass, Karen,

and after what you've been through,
don't you deserve that?

You do, honey.

I'll have the papers ready tomorrow.

I'm proud of you.

Bye.

I'm not good.
I'm very good.

-There you are.
-Thank you.

All right.

10 minutes.
Holler if you need anything.

Chris!

Chris!

Chris, get back here!

Chris!

Chris!

Chris!

Oh, my God.
Somebody, help!

Leave me alone!
I said shut up! Just stop!

You are what you are.
You will kill again.

I won't. I swear.

Somebody better be chasing you.

It's good for you.

No. No, it's not good for you.

Look at you. You're a mess, and you stink.

Well, while you were out
being Lance Armstrong...

-That would be biking.
-...I was working.

You ever heard of a town
called Prosperity, Indiana?

Has anybody?

Two of their fine citizens died
over the past two weeks.

This one chick, she...

...roasted underneath one of those
beehive hair dryers at the hair salon,

and this other guy boiled in a hot tub.

-You don't see a lot of that.
-No, you don't.

-It's worth checking out.
-Yeah.

You know, one more thing.

What's going on with you?

-We have had this conversation, Sam.
-No, we haven't.

See, to do that,
you'd have to, sort of...

...speak.

Okay, let's see
if you can get this straight.

See you're new Sam, right?

-Lance Armstrong.
-Biking.

And I'm still me, okay?

All right, so, you might
see things different now,

call it a runner's high or some crap.

But that doesn't mean that
something's going on with me, okay?

Yeah, okay.

No, don't say, "Yeah, okay,"
like, "Yeah, okay."

Yeah, okay.

Yes, sir, I understand.

Yeah, I definitely do realize...

...this Winchester thing
is taking far too long,

and I'm sorry about that.

No worries.

I can be there in a day and a half.

Yeah, I'll hit the road now.

Just stopped for a quick refuel.

Thanks.
It'll be my pleasure.

I'm very sorry.

I know this is a tough time
to have to talk about all this.

I've already been through it
so many times with the lawyers,

the police, the insurance guys.

Right. I know. I know. We just...

We have to conduct
our own separate investigation.

I'm sorry. I know it's tough.

Can I ask you, did your sister
have any enemies?

Why do you ask that?

You think her death wasn't accidental?

No. No, no, no.

We just have to consider
every possibility.

Is there anyone who might
have wanted to harm her?

You don't live here, so you don't know.

Everyone loved Wendy.

She volunteered at the church.

She ran a group for kids.

I was the big sister,
and I looked up to her.

What about this man who died?
Carl Dunlap.

-Did she know him?
-I don't think so.

Well, Wendy was in real estate, right?

Carl was an architect.
Maybe they had some business dealings?

If they had worked together,
I would've heard the name.

Agent Sambora,
if someone did this to my sister,

find out who.

And nobody was back here but Wendy.

No.

But I was only gone for a minute.

You can't even crank these things
past a certain temperature, am I wrong?

If it started to blow a fuse or something,
it would have shut down.

Basically, you're saying
that this couldn't have happened.

Basically, I'm saying
it couldn't have happened.

The insurance adjusters already did that.

Thanks for the heads-up.

Wait. What kind of a coin?

It's not American.
I don't know where it's from.

It was wedged back
behind one of those machines.

Somebody could have dropped it.

Of course, they don't have pockets...

...in those robe thingies
that they make you wear.

I didn't realize
you were such a spa expert.

Shut up.
I observe with my eyes.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever you say.

So you thinking it must be
some kind of hex talisman?

-Maybe.
-All right. Pick me up.

Why don't you just run home, Lance?

-Dean...
-Yeah, I'll be there in a bit.

Oh, come on...

What do we know about the Vic?

Dewey Stevens.

Owner, Dewey Stevens Construction,
biggest outfit in town.

Rotarian, Methodist, tenor,

blue-ribbon pecan pie champ, asthmatic.

We're a close-knit community.

So this pillar of the community...

He was taking a leak
before he sprung a few?

The crew had gone for the day.
Site was shut down.

Anything unusual
besides the nails in the eyes?

Well, we're still trying to figure out
where they plugged in the nail gun.

Seeing as there's no generator
on the truck.

Well, when you figure that out,
let me know.

So another victim everybody likes.

Not everybody.

Another physically impossible death.

You got any ideas?

Cirque Du Soleil?

I found another one of these,

just like at the hair-dryer
slash brain-roast.

And I found a connection
with all the vics.

These e-mail logs show Wendy,
the real-estate chick,

Carl, the architect,
and this Dewey guy...

...were all working on
a shopping-center project together.

Why didn't we know about that?

Well, it all fell apart for some reason.

I mean, there are these emails
back and forth, pretty hot and heavy,

and suddenly they just stopped.

So everybody working
on this project has died?

Well, not yet.

They were working with a developer,
a guy named Don Stark.

Don Stark?
Why do I know that name?

Man, this Stark guy is
really plugged in, huh?

So all the players
in shopping-center project...

...have either fried, boiled, or kebabbed.

He could be next.

Really?

From a freaking flask?

What are you, Bad Santa?

On the job?

We're always on the job.

All right. Bobby e-mailed back.

I sent him a few pics
of those coins you found.

He says,
"the writing is Romanian Cyrillic,"

"used only in the mid-15th
to the 19th century."

"Apparently, it's an antique
Wallachian ducat."

So we're looking for an old Romanian?

You know, is it just me,
or is this really weird?

I've seen this once before,
where the plants are all dead in one spot.

Where?

A bus bench
with Wendy Goodson's picture on it.

Well, I'm no expert, but I don't think
plants are supposed to act like this.

If the bureau's involved,

I assume you think
all three were murdered.

It's looking that way, yes.

Now, Mr Stark, you had a relationship
with all three victims, correct?

I knew them in business circles,
I guess, sure.

And you were all involved
in a shopping-center project.

Why'd that fall through?

These things happen.

Jenny.
These gentlemen are from the FBI.

-Jenny Klein, my assistant.
-Hi, there.

Okay, Don, I'm off to the cleaner's,

and then I'm gonna stop
at Beaman, Beaman, and Beaman...

...for the revised contracts.

Hurry on back.

You know how things
fall apart without you.

I baked you some cupcakes.
Coconut.

Coconut.
You're too good to me, Jenny.

-I'll see you soon.
-Okay.

She bakes cupcakes.

Yummy.

You know what? Could you point me
to the restroom?

I had a little bit too much java.

-Yeah, around the corner, down the hall.
-Thanks.

So, usually in cases like these...

-Are there cases like these?
-You'd be surprised.

We start out with the basics.
You have any business rivals?

Sure, tons.
You know, real estate's brutal.

Well, that was easy.

On the other hand,
I've demonstrated my love for this town,

and I think it's safe to say
I'm respected for what I've done here.

Yeah, one of my real treasures.

"To Don, take no prisoners. D. Trump."

The Trumpster! Wow.

Like I said,
success breeds fierce competition,

but in the end, everyone here
respects and admires me.

Including your wife?

Sorry. It's just, we heard the two
of you were splitting up, right?

Yeah, that's what we heard.

Yeah, Maggie and I
are going through a tough time.

It's a separation.

Temporary.

Sometimes, you know, you grow apart.
It's no one's fault.

Now, how would you describe the...

The issues between you and your wife?

Just one of those marital
misunderstandings, you know.

No, I'm sorry. I don't.

It's one of those vague,
hard-to-define passages.

She caught you cheating, huh?

I couldn't help but notice,

things were kind of cordial
between you and your assistant.

Pretty good with the ladies there,
Mr Stark?

It's a blessing and a curse, isn't it?

Guys, I'm a people person,

and I admire dynamic, confident women.

"Admire"?

Okay, look. It's true I had a recent...

...little thing
with a business associate,

but that's all it was.

-A thing?
-Yeah.

Like a shoe or a golf club.

-Right. Like a waffle iron.
-Yeah.

No, see, Don,

wives generally think of an affair
as something more than a thing.

Yes, and when Maggie found out about it,

she needed some time off,

temporarily.

Now, if we were to guess that the...

...business associate was Wendy Goodson,

would we win the weekend trip to Maui?

No, her death had nothing
to do with the affair.

It was over long before her accident.

If it was an accident.

You're not implying
that Maggie was behind this.

No, we're not implying anything.
We're just saying...

...you should be careful.

And take her to dinner and apologize.

Yeah, and grovel.
Wouldn't hurt.

Found a bunch of hex junk
in their stuff, clearly her thing.

And the empty closet didn't seem like
she was coming back anytime soon.

So, Don admires Wendy, biblically,

Wendy dies weird,

and the scorned wife
is into the dark stuff.

While Don's just in the dark.

It's kind of like "Bewitched".

You know, Don's Darrin,
doesn't even know it.

A lot laughs until you cheat on your wife.

A "Bewitched" reference. Really?

Dude, Nicole Kidman was in the remake.

Redhead. Hello!

Look at all these dead plants.

It's kind of like the real-estate
lady's place and Don's statue thing.

You know, if she's strong enough,

just being pissed off is enough
to send some pretty bad vibes their way.

Literally kill off everything
around her just by PMS-ing at it.

That's not creepy at all.

Bobby, hey, it's Dean.
Listen...

Winchester.

Yeah, very funny.

So we need our kind of Terminix.

A witch.

Yeah, we're headed over to her place
to get you some more specifics,

so if you could just...

Thank...

He's on it.

Don, keep it in your pants, man.

All circuits are busy.

Mrs Stark.

-Could I have a moment?
-Of course.

Would you mind coming back in,
say, a half an hour?

It's just a really bad time right now.

It's very important that I talk to you.

Of course, and I'm happy to.

I'm just in the middle of an
emergency, so please come back.

Thank you!

I'm sorry...

Restless leg syndrome.

Spoiler alert. Jenny Klein's next.

Swiped her photo off a hex deck,

but Maggie's gonna notice
it's gone eventually.

We got to get over to Jenny's.

Find the coin, now!

Come on, Sam!

Okay.

There were tiny beating hearts
in my cupcakes.

There were hearts in my cupcakes.

Hearts in my cupcakes!

That's never happened before!
Hearts in my cupcakes!

-Should I slug her?
-Give it a second.

Oh, my God.

-What just happened?
-You were hexed.

Hexed?

Who are you people?

What the hell do I do?

What you do is you go in there
and you pack a bag,

you get in your car, and you go.

-Go where?
-It doesn't matter.

Look, 500 or 600 Miles ought to do it.

You got someone real powerful
real pissed,

and they're trying to get rid of you now.

In line with that,

you might want to cool things
with Don Stark.

Don Stark?

What are you talking about?

You and Don.

You know.

"You know"?

There's no "you know."

No?

Don Stark is my boss.
That's it.

He's married, for God's sake.

Yeah, well...

Me and Don Stark.

What are you doing?

Bunch these tables more in the middle.

Give me a more air between paintings.

Hey. Maggie, can you sign for the flowers?
I've checked them. They're fine.

Thank you, Sue.
What would I do without you?

Oh, please, I like helping.
What are best friends for?

It's just been so tough to focus
with Don, the whole mess.

It's like he put a knife
right in your heart, isn't it?

Yes.

Was I wrong to tell you
about him and Wendy?

No. No. You think I'd want you
to stand by...

...and watch him make a fool of me?

I love you for what you did.

I love you, too.

No. The still life doesn't go there.
It goes on the left side.

So we're gonna need...

...one centerpiece on each
of the tables and two at the back.

-Don.
-Where's my wife?

You mean the one who's divorcing you?

Sue, I know you can hardly wait
until I'm out of the picture,

and I know it's been a thrill
whispering lies into Maggie's ear...

But they weren't lies, were they, Don?

I made one mistake. One.

I sincerely doubt that.

This is between Maggie and me.
It has nothing to do with you.

What do you want, Don?

I'd like to speak with you.

-Make it quick.
-Okay.

You know what, Maggie?
I think I've been patient.

And you've had your fun.

It was very creative,
the thing with Wendy,

but, you know, enough is enough.

No, Don, enough is not enough,
not even close.

What do you want?
My oysters on a tray?

Well, now that you mention it...

The fact is, none of this was my fault!

Maybe if you'd been around a little more.

But between the art and the charity
and that evil bitch Sue,

I was edged right out of your life.

Oh, boo-hoo, Mr Big shot,

Mr "I got to put my name
on every public works in town."

There was three of us in this marriage.
Me, you, and your ego.

That was the problem, Don.

So, excuse me.
I have a charity event to arrange.

Two FBI agents came by, asking questions.

Hunters, sweetheart.
That's what they are.

I can see you're terribly concerned
for my safety,

but don't worry I'll take care of it.

Maggie, this stops.

You hear me?

As of now.

You're so cute when you try
to tell me what to do.

Now she's just getting nasty.

Killing the girlfriend is one thing,
but his commemorative bust?

That's got to hurt.

She'll take the whole town out, Dean.

She don't care who gets in the way.

Hey, Bobby.
What do you got?

Yeah?

You think it'll take her out?

All right.

No, I don't need to write it down.
I'll remember. Go ahead.

The... Wait. Hang on. Hang on.

Yeah?

Wait. Hold on. Hold on. Hold on.

Okay, what was the...
What was that last one?

Right.

I'll remember.
It's fine.

Hello, everyone, and thanks for coming.

Most of you know...

...that philanthropy and art
are my two passions, but what we've...

Not there!

Where is the ice?
People will be here in seconds.

What we've assembled here tonight
may be my crowning achievement,

not to be immodest.

See? I told you.

Everything's perfect.

Yeah, you just reminded me.

I have to check on the finger sandwiches.

Dude. Pie.

-That is...
-Chicken feet.

Just like the recipe calls for.

-Butcher's fridge is down.
-I can smell that.

Says the power's been wonky
and that he's lost so much product,

he probably won't make rent.

Ditto every shop on the block...
Nothing but burst pipes and blackouts.

He says it's like all of a sudden,
the town ran out of luck.

So coincidence, right?

Yeah.
We're past the point of dead flowers.

What can I say?
I guess the witch is pissed.

All right, let's...

We better get a move on here.
Why don't you just...

Can you take the feet?

To us.

-I couldn't have done it without you.
-To us.

That is disgusting!

No.

No.

Not my paintings.

Maggie?

-What is going on?
-He did this.

How could he?

He knew what this meant to me.

Do you mean Don?

Don rigged all this?

-Yes!
-But how?

Just trust me.

He wants to hurt me.

I told you. He's a dick.

But we'll get through this...

...because you have people who love you,

and he can't take that away from you.

Fine, Donald.

It's war.

What the hell?

Clean-up on Aisle 7.

Okay, I don't guess
she'd do this to her own auction.

No, obviously it was someone
who hated her guts...

...and wanted her party trashed.

Don Stark.

So the mister's a witch, himself.

That means we got
not just one pissed-off witch.

We've got two.
It's full-on "War of the Roses."

Yeah, "Bewitched" just got
a lot less funny.

It's like when they switched Darrins.

Where is she?

She'll be here.

They've been throwing thunderbolts
at each other's favorite toys.

There's nothing left to destroy
but each other.

This is basically ground zero.

I hope so.

We're gonna need them both
in the same place...

...if we're gonna take them down.

Screens up, captain.

Want one, sweetie?

Shove it.
We are so having it out right now.

Let me guess. Chicken feet?

Not chilled?

For obvious reasons,
you won't be leaving this room.

Well, you will be leaving,
just not alive.

Maggie?

-Okay, Plan B.
-What's Plan B?

Talking.

Now? Really?

This is obviously a domestic dispute.

So if you can't kill them, counsel them.

Yeah. You know what? Not my area!

Okay, okay, okay.

Look.

Obviously, you two are capable
of wiping each other out, right?

But you haven't, huh?

Which means that you two...

You still value whatever it is you got.

And you want keep that dance going.

Maybe it's punishment.

Maybe it's sick, messed-up,

erotic,

kinky, clamps and feathers kind of love.

Okay, okay, that's going
way too deep, there, cowboy.

Look, what he's trying to say
is that you two,

whatever it is you have, you're bonded.

Are you out of your mind?

He cheated on me, humiliated me.

We're not trying to say
what Don did was right.

When a relationship cracks,
usually both parties have a hand in it.

Indeed.

You're defending him?

Okay, okay! Okay, look.
Nobody can defend Don.

Right? Totally.

But we get that you feel betrayed.
Because you were.

Don't suck up to her.

I was betrayed by all of them.

Carl introduced you to Wendy.
Dewey covered for you.

Wendy did you!

Okay, okay, look.

I got to say I don't think
Don was lying when he said...

...he regrets the whole Wendy thing.

"Thing"?

Sit down.

Yeah, affair. That's right, terrible.

I think the only thing
he regrets is getting caught.

Wendy was nothing to me.

It was over as soon as it started.

She was part of a pattern, okay?

I've had 800 years of this.
Do not make me bring up the renaissance!

You're one to talk.
Does 1492 ring any bells?

The man was about to set sail!

He could possibly fall off
of the edge of the earth.

I took pity.
So, what's your excuse?

I told you.
Nothing happened with the Medici chick!

You've always been insanely jealous.

I wonder why!
Jenny. Wendy.

Jenny? Nothing happened with Jenny.
She's just my assistant.

That's true.
She told us...

...just an assistant.

-Is that true?
-Yes, I swear it, babe.

I would never.

I made a mistake.

I'm sorry, Maggie.

See? See? Guys, guys...

...you're talking.

All these years, you buried your anger...

...and your disappointment
till it tore you apart.

All you needed to do was talk.

And I would have missed the nuking
that my melon just took.

Well, who wants that?

-Nice touch.
-Thank you.

He's right.

I couldn't kill you.

All I ever wanted is you, Mags.

I've been crushing on you since forever.

You're the woman that
I want to never grow old with.

I could never murder you either, Don.

It's crazy but true.

Somebody want to call these things off?

Excuse me!

-Give me a break.
-I didn't say anything.

It's been a long day.

And it's not over yet.

Hi, Sam.

Hi, Dean.

-Do we know you?
-Well, I definitely know you.

You're the dead guys.

Well,

you will be in a minute.

Sorry.
You're a bit outmatched.

Don.

Thank you. We owe you.

Good God. What is that thing?

I guess we should be figuring that out.

It is on our to-do list.

You know, find a bottomless pit
and drop it in.

Spell only lasts for a few days.

What are you even doing here?

Apparently, saving your lives.

Twice.

Got it.

Maggie? Seriously?

She was gonna kill us?
We just saved your damn marriage.

Yeah, but to be fair,
you also tried to kill her.

You know how she is
when she gets a bug up her ass.

Got to love her, right?

Right.

Bottomless pit.

Ciao!

Yeah, he's ready for transport.

I just hope you got someplace
you can put him, Bobby.

All right.

We should hit the road.

You ready?

Hey, were you...

Were you listening to the Starks tonight?

A little, when I wasn't getting slammed
into a wall or stung by bees.

You notice how they,

you know, how they opened up,
got everything off their chest?

Yeah. Kudos on selling them that crap.

It wasn't crap, Dean. It worked.

Sam, I am so very, very...

...very, very tired.

Dean, like it or not,

the stuff you don't talk about
doesn't just go away.

It builds up, like whatever's
eating at you right now.

There's always something eating at me.

That's who I am.

Something happens,
I feel responsible, all right?

The Lindbergh baby, that's on me.

-Unemployment, my bad.
-That's not what I'm talking about.

Well, then what the hell
are you talking about?

I'm talking about whatever
you're not telling me about.

Look, Dean, it's fine.
You can unload.

That's kind of what I'm here for.

I mean...

We're good, right?

We're good.