Supernatural

Look, dad's gone now. We have to carry out his legacy.

And that means hunting down as many evil sons of bitches as we possibly can.

Whoops.

Sam, look out!

No!

Sam!

You're offering your soul?

- All you gotta do is bring Sam back. - I'll give you one year. One year only.

If you try and weasel your way out then the deal is off.

How certain are you...

...that what you brought back, is 100 percent pure Sam?

What just happened?

That's a Devil's Gate, a damn door to hell.

Hope to hell you boys are ready because the war has just begun.

- Hello? - Hey, Sam.

- Hey, Bobby. - What are you doing?

- You know, same old, same old. - You buried in that book again?

Sam, you wanna break Dean free of that demon deal...

...you ain't gonna find the answer in no book.

- Then where, Bobby? - Kid, I wish I knew.

- So where's your brother? - Ha-ha-ha!

- Polling the electorate. - What?

- Never mind. - You boys better pack it up.

I think I finally found something.

Dean?

Dean, you conscious?

Bobby called and he thinks that maybe we...

- Oh, God. - Woo-hoo!

Let me see your knife.

- What for? - So I can gouge my eyes out.

It's a beautiful, natural act, Sam.

It's a part of you I never wanted to see, Dean.

I appreciate you giving me quality time with the Doublemint Twins.

Yeah, no problem.

Really?

I gotta say, I was expecting a weary sigh or an eye roll. Something.

No, not at all. You deserve to have a little fun.

Well, I'm in violent agreement with you there. Ha, ha.

- What's Bobby got? - Not much.

Crop failure and a cicada swarm outside of Lincoln, Nebraska.

- Now, it could be demonic omens... - Or a bad crop and bug problem.

- But it's our only lead. - Any freaky deaths?

- Nothing Bobby could find. Not yet. - It's weird, man.

The night the gate opened, storm clouds were sighted over how many cities?

- Seventeen. - Seventeen.

You'd think it'd be Apocalypse Now. It's been five days and bupkes.

- What are the demons waiting for? - Beats me.

It's driving me crazy.

- If it's gonna be war, I wish it'd start. - I don't know, man.

Careful what you wish for.

Hear those cicadas?

Well, that can't be a good sign.

No. No, it can't.

So we're eating bacon cheeseburgers for breakfast, are we?

Well, sold my soul. Got a year to live. I ain't sweating the cholesterol.

So, Bobby, what do you think? We got a biblical plague here or what?

Well, let's find out. Looks like the swarm's ground zero.

Candygram!

That's awful.

- Ugh. That so can't be a good sign. - No.

You hear that?

- It's supposed to be my birthday party. - Oh, my God.

Grandma is making out the invitation list.

Sue Ellen is gonna hire...

- Bobby, what the hell happened here? - I don't know.

- And J.R. is gonna use this... - Check for sulfur.

- -Big deals. - And now you're gonna buy my clothes.

I hate this family!

Isaac? Tamara?

Bobby, what the hell are you doing here?

- I could ask the same. - How are you, Bobby?

Hello? Bleeding here. Huh.

So, Jenny, is it? That is a beautiful name.

That's my sister's name. Yeah.

- Honey. - She sounds like you.

Where's the Palo Santo?

Well, where'd you leave it?

I don't know, dear, that's why I'm asking.

- Palo Santo? - It's holy wood. From Peru.

It's toxic to demons, like holy water.

Keeps the bastards nailed down while you're exorcising them.

Thank you, dear.

You'd lose your head if it wasn't for me.

So how long you two been married?

Eight years this past June.

- The family that slays together... - Right, I'm with you there.

So how'd you get started?

Oh, you're not... I'm sorry. It's not...

- It's none of my business. - No, no, it's... It's all right.

Well, Jenny, if you, uh, look as pretty as you sound...

...then I'd love to have an appletini.

Yeah. Call you.

- That was the coroner's tech. - And?

Get this. That whole family, cause of death:

Dehydration and starvation.

No signs of restraint. No violence. They just sat down and never got up.

But there was a fully-stocked kitchen just yards away.

Right. What is this, a demon attack?

If it is, it's not like anything I ever saw and I've seen plenty.

Well, what now? What should we do?

- Uh, we're not gonna do anything. - What do you mean?

You guys seem nice enough...

...but this ain't Scooby-Doo and we don't play well with others.

I think we'd cover more ground if we all worked together.

No offense. But we're not teaming with the damned fools...

...who let the Devil's Gate get opened in the first place.

- No offense? - Isaac.

- Like you've never made a mistake. - Oh, yeah. Locked my keys in the car.

Turned my laundry pink.

Never brought on the end of the world.

- All right. That's enough. - Guys, this isn't helping. Dean.

Look, there are a couple hundred more demons out there now.

We don't know where they are.

When they'll strike. There ain't enough hunters to handle something like this.

You brought war down on us.

- On all of us. - Okay.

That's quite enough testosterone for now.

I'll check that.

- We've got it in a 34. - Oh, yeah. Okay.

- Is that all right? - I think so.

- Excuse me? - Yes?

Those are nice shoes.

Yeah. They are nice.

- Those are nice shoes. - Aren't they?

- I want them. - Sorry, last pair.

Excuse me?

I want those shoes.

What, are you crazy? No.

What? What the...?

- About 10 minutes ago. - Back there.

- I think you better call Grissom. - Check that.

What happened outside makes you realize how fragile life really is.

You gotta make every second count.

- Excuse me a minute, would you? - Sure.

- Dean, what are you doing? - Comforting the bereaved.

- What are you doing? - Working.

Dead body. Possible demon attack, that kind of stuff.

Sam, I'm sorry. It's just, you know, I don't have much time left, and, uh...

...I gotta make every second count.

- Yeah, right. All right. I'm sorry. - Apology accepted.

Whoa. Looking spiffy, Bobby. What were you, a G-man?

Returning from the DA's office.

- Just spoke to the suspect. - Yeah?

- What do you think? Was she possessed? - Don't think so.

There's none of the usual signs. No blackouts, no loss of control.

Totally lucid. Just think she really wanted those shoes.

Spilled a glass of holy water on her, just to be sure. Nothing.

Maybe she's just some random wack job.

If it had been an isolated incident, maybe. But first the family, now this?

I believe in a lot of things. Coincidence ain't one of them.

- Did you boys find anything around here? - No sulfur.

- Nothing. - Well, maybe something.

See? I'm working.

- Anything interesting? - I don't know, yet. Might just be a guy.

Or it might be our guy.

What time is it?

Seven past midnight.

- You sure this is the right place? - No.

But I spent all day canvassing this stupid town...

...with this guy's stupid mug...

...and supposedly he drinks at this stupid bar...

- It's not funny. - Yeah.

All right, so...

So John Doe's name is, uh, Walter Rosen.

He's from Oak Park just west of Chicago. Went missing a week ago.

- The night the Devil's Gate opened? - Yep.

- Think he's possessed? - It's a good bet.

So, uh, he just walks up to someone, touches them...

...and they go psycho or something?

Those demons that got out, they'll be able to do things we haven't seen.

- You mean, the demons we let out. - Guys.

All right. Showtime.

- Wait a minute. - What?

What did I just say?

We don't know what to expect out of this guy.

- We should tail him till we know. - So he kills someone and we sit here?

We're no good dead.

We're not gonna make a move till we know what the score is.

Hey, Bobby, I don't think that's an option.

Why not?

Damn it.

- Thanks a lot. - You're welcome.

Pull the car in back.

We'll be right out.

- I love you. - I know.

What do you think you're doing?

- I'm just hitting the head. - No.

I mean, what do you think you're doing here?

I don't like hunters in my bar.

Man, you really walked into the wrong place.

Hold on. I like the girl.

Wish I had me a girl like that.

I could think of about a thousand things I'd like to do to her.

You're not gonna lay one filthy finger on her.

I have something for you.

Here. Have a drink on me.

Isaac?

On the house.

Isaac.

Isaac!