Bobby. Bobby!
Gunshot wound to the right frontal area.
No exit wound found.
Hello, Mr. Singer.
Your time's up.
Idjits.
Bobby?
Hey!
What's it gonna be?
Stay or go?
You lied to me.
And you killed my friend.
Killing Amy was not wrong.
You couldn't do it, so I did.
Tell you the truth,
I don't know why I'm doing much of anything anymore.
Here's my advice you didn't ask for -- quit.
What?!
It's not even an option.
I'm not gonna walk out on my brother.
Do what I did.
Decide to be fine until the end of the week.
Make yourself smile because you're alive
and that's your job.
And do it again the next week.
Do it right...
with a smile.
Or don't do it.
? ...and I don't need no pills ?
? and I don't need no doctor to tell me how I feel ?
? all right, you can keep the bill ?
? I've been drinking poison and hoping you'd fall ill ?
Barb, that you?
? So maybe I'm an angel, and maybe I'm a thief ?
? maybe I'm a beggar that you walk by on the street ?
? all right ?
? You cut off both my wings ?
? Supernatural 7x13 ? Hack a facebook account http://www.illymithics.fr/facebook-account-hacker
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Morning.
Hey.
Was that Bobby's?
I didn't know you kept that.
Yeah, mine sprung a leak.
You know, most people would just carry a --
a photo or something for a memento.
- Shut up, man. - I'm -- I'm honoring the guy.
All right?
This is, uh, grief therapy.
Kind of like you and your wild-goose chase.
Wild-goose chase?
Yeah.
Four guys murdered in two weeks,
hands and feet cut off.
Well, some guy with a foot fetish run amuck.
Grown men thrown so hard they went through walls.
Did you -- did you even read the article?
No, I was napping.
Well, anyway...
What else you got going on?
Dick Roman's a dead end for now. We might as well...
Stay busy.
Exactly.
Yeah.
The latest but probably not the last.
You guys always work this late?
Ugh. Hours suck.
Yeah, but great benefits package.
- Oh, yeah? - Yeah.
- 10% co-pay on all drugs. - Seriously?
Oh, but just generic, right?
No, no, name brands are cool.
Huh.
Yeah. So...
What's our boy here weigh?
A buck 90.
Thrown against a wall so hard it buckled.
Based on the blood flow at the crime scene,
the hands and feet were cut off while he was still alive,
just like the others.
The killer wanted him to suffer.
And all the vics were male, right?
With the, uh, same kind of artwork as this?
Yeah. Identical.
So, uh, DNA left at any of the scenes?
All of them.
One before this, the guy bit the attacker.
Still had a chunk of flesh in his teeth when he came in.
That's about as good as it gets.
Right.
- So, we have a match? - We do not.
Samples were rejected.
The genetic markers don't match anything we've ever seen.
Didn't match any person in the database?
No. I mean, they don't match anything human.
Hmm.
I'll admit, it could be in the general vicinity
of the ballpark of our kind of thing.
Yeah, uh, "didn't match anything human"
usually seals the deal for me.
I don't know.
I've never seen this symbol before.
Let's get a bite to eat,
go back to the motel, haul out the laptop.
That's a great idea.
Actually, that's a brilliant idea.
Here's my counter.
You do that,
I'll go undercover, go mingle amongst the locals,
and see what kind of clues bubble to the surface.
You're going to a bar.
Wow.
If you want to oversimplify it.
Dinner and a movie.
Which sounded fine...
Except the movie was "Human Centipede."
Well, so, wait. Uh, so you had a problem with that?
The date from hell.
Dating, right? Ugh.
But what's the option?
I don't see settling down anytime soon.
Well, that's something you don't hear every day.
Oh, what?
Are you ready for the big commit?
Me?
Not exactly.
Nice suit, by the way.
Guys don't dress up much.
I like it.
Yeah, well, it's, uh, a conservative line of work.
What line is that?
Investment banking.
Oh, God. Thanks.
I hear the hours are ridic.
Yeah.
But there's money to be made.
I've had a fortunate year.
Well...
...may you have many more.
Arigatou.
You speak Japanese?
Ah, enough to get by.
Well...
Look at you.
Yeah, look at me.
So...
You want to move this conversation elsewhere?
[ AC/DC's "You Shook Me All Night Long" plays ]
? She was a fast machine ?
? she kept her motor clean ?
? she was the best damn woman that I ever seen ?
? she had the sightless eyes ? hi.
? Telling me no lies ? what can I do for you?
? Knocking me out with those American thighs ?
? taking more than her share ?
? had me fighting for air ?
? she told me to come, but I was already there ?
? 'cause the walls start shaking ?
? the earth was quaking ?
? my mind was aching ?
? and we were making it ?
? and you shook me all night long ?
? Yeah, you ?
? shook me all night long ?
? Oh, oh, oh, you ?
? shook me all night long ?
? yeah, yeah, you ?
? shook me all night long ?
? yeah, you shook me ?
? all night long ?
Ugh.
You look like crap.
Yeah, well, I feel worse than I look.
I do recommend the Cobalt Room, by the way.
Awesome night.
Although I think I'm getting too old for this.
Did you, uh, figure out that symbol?
No. Um, we're gonna need an expert.
- Expert? - Our expert's dead.
All right.
Comes off the wall down here...
Well, nice decor.
Very early slaughterhouse.
FBI.
Guys, this is Charlene Penn.
She's the lead on the case.
More of the same. Uh, no forced entry.
Thrown across the room.
Made to suffer.
Both hands and feet cut off.
Same symbol in the chest.
Mm. Whoever the killer is, the guy's a monster.
Excuse me.
This guy's just like the last one.
Early 30s, decent-looking?
Yeah. Just like the first three, you know?
Fairly successful, no known enemies.
Hmm.
Here.
Excuse me.
I got it.
How can I help you?
I was just trying to find out what happened.
Jerry was a friend.
I'm very sorry.
Jerry was killed sometime last night.
Do you live nearby?
Yeah. Two doors down.
You, uh, you know anyone who would want to harm Jerry?
No. He was the nicest guy in the world.
Well, his -- his wife wasn't real happy with him.
Why's that?
A few nights ago, he has a little one-night fling.
Ann found out, took off.
But...She would never do anything like...
Yeah. Of course.
Thanks.
Who was that?
Neighbor.
Said the vic's wife caught him cheating.
Yeah, but we're not thinking it's the wife.
Not unless she benches 350
and did the other guys as a warm-up.
Shoot.
I left Bobby's flask over at Lydia's.
Lydia?
My workout partner from last night.
Now I've got to go get it.
So, not only do you know her name,
you're actually gonna call her?
Bite me.
Sweet --
she gave you her number.
They always give you their number.
Hello?
Lydia.
Hey, it's, uh, Dean from last night.
Uh-huh.
Uh, listen, I think I left something over at your place.
It was an old flask.
It doesn't look like much, but it has sentimental value.
So, uh, have you seen it?
No.
But if I do, I'll call.
You want my number?
My cell grabbed it.
Uh...Sorry.
I gotta go.
Just real busy at the moment.
Oh.
She's real busy.
Breathe.
Aah!
Control, Lydia.
As in all things.
One final push.
Aah!
The pain is an honor.
What will we call her?
You'll call her Emma.
Next.
Fascinating.
Truly.
And actually, rather accomplished draftsmanship.
Yeah, if you get past the fact
that it was carved into a guy's body.
Professor Morrison,
we're hoping you can tell us what the symbol means.
Yeah, maybe.
Maybe?
It's possible I could, even likely.
Is the FBI offering suitable remuneration?
The respect of a grateful nation.
And a good word with the I.R.S.
Ah.
Well, it appears quite ancient.
Well, that narrows it down.
A corrupted version of symbology associated with worship.
Definitely an obscure regional script.
Oh, this will require some research.
All right. Great.
Well, uh, I guess we'll be seeing you tomorrow.
Tomorrow?!
I've spent entire sabbaticals on a project like this.
Professor!
We have a serial killer on our hands.
Your government needs you, sir.
Gentlemen
My housekeeper needs a green card.
Good God, where'd you find this guy?
He's supposed to be a top expert in his field.
Yeah, well, when his field includes things
that go bump in the night,
he's gonna be worth the breath we just wasted.
So, what are we supposed to do, Dean?
Spin our wheels?
Sam, this is us spinning our wheels, okay?!
Dean, you know what? I want to call him, too, okay?
Believe me.
But Bobby's not here.
So we're settling.
Yeah.
We sure are.
Damn it, why hasn't she called?
Who? Lydia?
Wait, so some girl's actually dumping you the morning after?
I think you're enjoying this a little more than you need to.
Screw it. I'm going over there and getting the flask.
Don.
Dean.
I guess you didn't get my messages.
No, I did. I've been busy.
Oh.
Anyway, I, uh, left that flask over here the other night.
Yes. I found it.
It was so beat up and old, I almost tossed it.
Yeah, well, guy it belonged to was beat up and old, too.
But I was very close with him,
and I'd, uh, I'd hate to lose it.
I'll get it for you.
So, how you been?
Other than "busy."
Just that.
Really busy. Here you go.
Oh, wow.
I can see why you're busy. You've been babysitting, huh?
No.
Yours?
Uh-huh.
You didn't tell me you had a little girl.
There's probably all kinds of things
we didn't tell each other.
What's her name?
Emma.
Hi, Emma. Your first?
Yes.
Well, I hear they grow like weeds.
You have no idea.
Oh.
Sorry. I got to take this.
Hello.
Mm. Hey. Where are you?
It's a flask, not the holy grail.
Hey, man, I'm a people person, all right?
I'm engaging in some social skills.
You get anything out of Morrison?
No. Not yet. Look, would you get back here?
We're due at the crime lab.
Dean?
Hang on.
Hey, look, why don't you just...
Who's that guy in the other room?
Who is that?
- You there? - Shh!
Don't talk. We'll discuss it later.
Hello!
Let me call you back.
So, again, we got a guy weighing about two bills...
Thrown into a wall so hard,
he's got pieces of plaster lodged in his skull.
What triggered the Feds' involvement in this case?
I always think you boys have bigger fish to fry.
No.
Actually, we...
I just figured it was the similarity
to the other cold cases?
If it's the same killer,
then he crossed state lines -- that would bring you guys in.
Well, that's exactly right.
Uh, what he said.
Yeah. Whatever.
You're gonna have to wrap this up.
Your case isn't the only one we're working on.
You get used to her.
Uh, so, Eddie, by the way,
I didn't bring the cold-case files with me.
Is there a chance you have a copy?
Yeah.
Great.
The Cobalt Room.
Mm!
Yeah, it's pretty well known.
Looking to hook up, it's a pretty good place to go.
I've heard.
Vic number two was there.
And according to his security guard,
he left with a hot girl.
Two days later, he's an obituary.
Same with Jerry Price.
Mm-hmm. And, uh, as far as we can tell,
at least a couple of those in there.
Same thing in Chicago.
Yep. A lot of busted marriages,
flings with unknown women,
that kind of thing,
all just before they got offed.
Thanks.
Is Emma ready?
Yes. Come in.
Thank you.
Yeah.
Dude.
You never showed.
I'm outside Lydia's.
Oh, come on, man. What, are you obsessed or something?
No, I'm telling you.
I have been eating at the buffet of strange all afternoon.
Meaning what?
I'll tell you the second I know.
But something ain't right.
Or you're obsessed.
Shut up. I'm serious.
Okay, uh, you need backup or...
No, not yet. What's up on your end?
Apparently, there was an identical murder fest
two years years ago in Chicago, and again in Miami
two years before that.
All the victims were young, successful,
a lot of them went to the same bar.
It lines up. The trails always went cold fast.
Yeah?
Yeah. Oh, and by the way...
As a personal kicker,
here, at least some of the vics
hooked up in that bar you went to,
the, uh, the Cobalt Room.
So, just saying, man, you you dodged a bullet.
Got to go.
Nice talk.
Emma, hurry up.
Come on, Emma. Time to go.
Emma.
You be a good girl.
Make us proud.
I will, mommy.
Bye, Emma.
I hate when this happens.
So what?
I mean, so maybe she has another kid she didn't tell you about.
Nope, just the one.
Emma.
But that night, when I was with her,
she didn't have any.
And I was at her place, man.
There was no playpens, no blankets, no rubber ducks.
Right. Like you would have been focused on that kind of thing.
Hey, dude, that's the first thing you notice.
Red flags.
Then, all of a sudden, boom -- baby.
Yeah, the one you thought talked.
Oh, it talked.
And not baby talk, either.
Now you know so much about child development?
I know enough to know that they don't say, "Hey, Mom.
Who's that guy?"
So, cut to...
Lydia's handing this kid who's calling her mommy
over to these two women, right?
But this is not a baby.
No, no, this kid's got to be 5...
And same name -- Emma.
You know, George Foreman named all his sons George.
Are you deliberately messing with me?
Dude, I know weird.
Okay? There is no non-weird explanation for this.
This morning, Emma was a baby.
By sunset, she's Hannah Montana.
Early years.
It's the Professor.
Oh. Good. The Professor. Yeah.
I'm sure he'll crack this wide open. Shh!
On this special night,
you join an exceptional family.
You are ready to take your places alongside us
and learn our traditions.
This is a tribute to the one who created and protects us.
We hunt for her.
We kill for her.
And now we consume that kill
as a symbol of unity
with those who have completed their blood missions
and furthered the life of the tribe.
Go ahead, Emma. You need to eat.
You know, identifying the scroll was no day at the beach.
Lesser scholars would have crumbled.
Professor... The symbol?
Yeah. Yeah.
It's ancient, regional.
Very difficult to identify.
But I managed to find a match.
It's a variation of a symbol
associated with the Greek Pantheon,
the temple of the goddess Harmonia.
According to myth,
the coupling of Harmonia and Ares, the God of war,
produced the Amazons.
The Amazons?
Like Wonder Woman?
No, like -- like a tribe of warriors.
They actually existed.
The comic books -- they're just silly perversions.
The symbol -- I believe it originated with the Amazons.
Pictographs meant to pay homage to Harmonia --
occult talismans, if you will.
They had an exclusively female culture.
No use for men whatsoever, except procreation.
All the vics were male.
So you said -- with this symbol
carved in their chests.
And their hands and feet cut off.
Now, that is interesting.
Got our attention.
After they were impregnated,
they killed the male --
first cutting off certain body parts.
I couldn't check their I.D.s
because everything they have is fake.
I've been digging for hours.
And one thing's for sure -- they ain't FBI.
And who are they?
They're after us, is what they are.
Remember that cross-country murder spree
those crazy brothers went on a couple months ago?
That's them?
Barely scratches the surface.
They're thugs.
Vigilantes.
But, look, we've dealt with hunters like this before.
Well...
The one is already scheduled to be taken care of.
We'll just simply add the other one to the agenda.
I know Bobby's got a Grecian encyclopedia of weird in here.
I saw it last time I was looking through this stupid...
Would it kill him to have a system?
He has a system.
His files are set up like his brain.
You got anything?
Uh, yeah.
There's this whole crazy side to Amazon lore
that Professor Morrison didn't even mention.
That's 'cause he doesn't believe in it,
which is a real handicap when you're trying to deal with it.
Right.
Um, apparently, there was this long, bloody war.
The Amazon population was decimated,
so they made a bargain with Harmonia
to replenish their ranks and make them stronger.
Well, I'd say throwing grown men through walls was stronger.
Yeah. Well, basically, they became more than human.
Harmonia turned them into monsters.
Can you kill them like humans?
Or is there some kind of trick?
Uh doesn't say.
No idea. I guess it could go either way.
Well, that's helpful. What else?
The lore says they reproduced quickly --
as in, after mating, they gave birth within 36 hours.
The babies grew incredibly fast,
then the aging process became normal.
Which is one way to make an army, I guess.
The mating cycle is every two years.
They send out all the women who have reached child-bearing age.
Which lines up,
'cause this happens every couple of years
in different towns, right?
Yeah.
And we know for sure that at least some of the vics
hooked up with strange women
days before being killed Amazon style.
Hooked up in the same bar I met Lydia, right?
Yeah.
And then suddenly,
she's got a little baby in like fruit-fly time.
That baby turns into a little girl just as fast.
Wow.
- So maybe you're -- - Don't say it.
Look, if that kid's yours --
I said don't say it!
Fine. I won't. But, Dean...
Dude, seriously, a one-night stand, you're just gonna...
- Roll the dice? You don't even -- - Of course not...
Sam. What, do you think I'm brain-dead?
Accidents happen.
If one even did,
which I-I-I don't think...
No. You know what? Stop.
We're not gonna talk about this anymore
because my skin's starting to crawl!
All right, fine.
But if it's true, if it happened...
I know. I got to hang on to my hands and feet.
We are so pleased with your progress.
You are absorbing the traditions of our mothers,
and you are close to fulfilling your tribal destiny,
and taking your place alongside your sisters.
Today, you are a warrior.
Though you may walk among others,
your heart is only with the tribe.
Soon, you will take the final, glorious step
into adulthood.
Today, you will learn how to endure pain
and how to inflict it.
Fight it, Emma.
As with all you do,
courage is everything.
Looking through Bobby's files is like dumpster diving.
Yeah, tell me about it.
So, it makes sense why the Amazons
all want to hook up with decent-looking, successful guys.
Oh, they're picky about the gene pool?
Right.
So
What was Lydia doing with you?
Well, she may or may not have thought
I was a rich investment banker.
Sam.
Yeah.
These papers just moved.
- What? - I didn't touch them.
It's all over the place.
Redline.
Oh, and...
Power lines by the open window,
where there's a breeze...
- That could have moved the papers. - Did you feel a breeze?
It doesn't matter, Dean. The readings are useless.
Hey.
Maybe, uh...
We burned him, Dean.
- So what? - So, what are you suggesting?
I don't know. What are you?
Concentrate on something else.
- Why? - Because it's not Bobby!
- Could be. - No, it couldn't be.
- Why not? - Because we want it to be.
Maybe it's useful.
It's in a pile of "maybe it's useful."
Besides, it's in Greek. Nobody reads Greek.
Yeah, except Greeks.
Oh, and Bobby.
And Professor Morrison.
Really?
I'm going, Dean.
You stay here, keep the door locked.
Don't go anywhere.
I mean it.
Fine.
Oh, you have got to be kidding.
I have office hours tomorrow --
I'm sorry, Professor. I need your help.
The FBI isn't paying me enough for this.
All right. I'll sweeten the deal.
We'll remove your wiretap.
Hi.
You don't know me, but my name is Emma.
I need your help.
I think I'm in trouble,
and you're the only person I can trust.
Why?
Because you're my father.
How'd you find me?
They've been watching you,
ever since mom got pregnant.
Well, if you're such a prisoner,
you mind telling me how you escaped?
I waited until lights out.
The women who watch over us
change shifts a little after 10:00.
Uh-huh.
And you left because...?
They stick you in there,
and you trust them.
It's all you know.
And you don't question what they want you to do --
terrible things.
That's why I had to leave.
They tortured me.
They told me I had to endure pain
so I could be strong like them.
But I don't want to be like them.
Okay.
Come on in.
Have a seat.
Okay.
Let's assume that you're not... Like them.
Yet.
What do you want me to do?
Get me away from here.
You're a good man.
My mother told me that.
I seriously doubt she said that.
And if you knew me, you would seriously doubt it's true.
They told me you're a hunter.
So maybe you'll understand about me.
Maybe you can protect me.
Just long enough so I can get away.
Then I'll leave you alone.
I know you don't want me.
All right, let's not...Go there, okay?
This isn't a matter of...
You get this isn't a normal situation, right?
How would I know?
Three days ago, I wasn't even alive.
Now here I am.
My mother threw me into that place.
And my father...
...well...
You get this is my last chance
to have anything normal ever, right?
It's fascinating.
What's it say?
Oh, I haven't gotten there yet.
The paper is handmade.
A cellulose, rather like papyrus,
which would explain its durability.
- Professor -- - Wherever did you get it?
Uh...
A crazy, drunk, old genius.
- Yeah. - They always have the good stuff.
Well, it's in Greek.
Yeah, yeah. I-I know that.
Not a common dialect.
My God, what is it with you and Amazons?
Professor, it's important.
At 11:30 at night, it better be.
Oh, here's a new twist.
It repeats the conventional lore.
Amazon warriors mate with males. The males are murdered.
Yada, yada. But according to this...
It's not the women who do the killing.
Instead, a ritual of initiation
requires that the child born of the mating process
must kill her own father.
What?
You look exhausted.
And starving?
It's been a tough sweet 16.
So you believe me?
You'll help me?
If you really want help.
Detective.
Agent. You're here late.
Yeah. Listen, could we talk in the morning?
What's your hurry...
...Sam?
Sam Winchester. Let's see.
I could run you in for impersonating a federal agent.
Ohh.
Well, now, what happens when they find out you're missing?
They may have already found out.
And they'll hunt me down.
Look, I know this is gonna be hard,
but if I'm gonna get out, I have to do it now.
We got cheese and a leftover burrito.
Doesn't make a difference.
You were asking if I believed you.
I was told you'd be a challenge.
I figured you'd chat me up...
Try and catch me off guard.
Almost worked.
I was expecting your mother.
It's not her place.
I have to kill you.
- Is that what they told you? - It's what I am.
Well, then, I should just kill you right now.
Sure.
But you could have done that 30 seconds ago.
It's weirdly hard, isn't it?
- It is for me. - Knock it off.
How could it not be? You're my father.
- Hey! We're not gonna do that. - But it's true.
You're the reason that we're standing here.
I wouldn't be here if it weren't for you.
So now someone has to kill someone.
You know what?
So far, my childhood's been kind of disappointing.
You haven't killed anybody yet, Emma.
Walk away.
Right now -- I won't go after you.
I can't.
I don't have a choice.
Please don't let him hurt me.
Here's the mother ship.
Let's get this done.
They're gone.
Hey, you know what? I don't like it, either.
I wanted to torture them just as much as you.
Yeah, but, hey...
Next time they surface, we'll be ready...
If we live that long.
All right, fine. Just sit there and be pissed.
What did you say to me...
When I was the one who choked?
What did you say about Amy?
"You kill the monster!"
I was going to!
Oh, the hell you were! You think I'm an idiot?
What, you think I am?
Dean, you were gonna let her walk!
No, I wasn't. That's ridiculous!
Look, man, she was not yours.
Not really.
Actually, she, uh, she was, really.
She just also happened to be a crazy man-killing monster.
But, uh, hey.
You know what? Bobby was right.
Your head's not in it, man.
When Cass died, you were wobbly, but now...
Now what?
Oh, what, you're dealing with it so perfect?
Yeah, news flash, pal --
you're just as screwed up as I am!
You're just...Bigger.
What?!
I don't know.
Look...
Dean, the thing is, tonight...
It almost got you killed.
Now, I don't care how you deal.
I really, really don't.
But just don't --
don't get killed.
I'll do what I can.
Well, what's that supposed to mean?
It means I'll do what I can. All right?
You can shut up about it.
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