Mr. Singer. I believe you know Sheriff Mills.
Your soul. It's gone.
Sam. I'm gonna put up a barrier.
Don't scratch the wall.
[ screaming ]
Lucifer: You know who I am. Sam: Lucifer.
Hi, Sam.
I think this is my best torture yet.
You never left, Sam.
You're still in the cage...
With me.
This can't be happening.
Death: Your vessel's melting. You're going to explode.
There are things much older than souls in Purgatory,
and you gulped those in, too.
- What older things? - The Leviathans.
Castiel: [ Straining ] I-I can't hold them back!
- Hold who back? - Leviathan!
Cass?
Cass is -- he's gone.
[ Grunts ]
Oh, this is going to be so much fun.
[ Laughs ]
Bobby?
How many of you ass-clowns are in there?
A hundred?
More?
Your vessel's gonna explode, ain't it?
Wouldn't do anything too strenuous.
In fact, I'd call it a day, head on home.
Huh?
We'll be back for you.
Bobby: Well...
This is a new one.
[ Door hinges creak ]
[ Grunts ]
[ Strained ] You're not real.
Lucifer: Right.
You think this fruit bat fever dream is reality?
You come back -- I'm sorry -- with no soul,
like some peppy "American Psycho,"
till Saint Dean glues you back together again
by buying you some magic amnesia?
[ Gasping ]
You're real.
I'm very real.
Everything between is what we call "set dressing."
- No. - You're still in my cell.
You're my bunkmate, buddy.
You're my little bitch,
in every sense of the term.
Sam.
- Sam! Dean: Sam!
You hearin' me?
[ Gasps ] Whoa!
Look at me. Hey!
All right, we got to button this up.
Come on. Let's get out of here.
Come on.
[ Breathing heavily ]
[ Gate hinges squeak ]
[ Water sloshes ]
[ Water rushing, bubbling ]
Aw, hell.
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Damn it.
You said it.
Those... Whatever-you-call-'ems...
Leviathan.
Right.
If they're in the pipes,
they got themselves a highway to anywhere.
Awesome.
Okay.
So, he's gone.
Yup.
Rest in peace...
If that's in the cards.
Dumb son of a bitch.
Well, he was friends with us, wasn't he?
Can't get much dumber than that.
Come on.
Those things will be coming up for air soon.
[ Sighs ]
[ The Doobie Brothers' "Black Water" plays ]
♪ Well, I built me a raft and she's ready for floatin' ♪
♪ Ol' Mississippi, she's callin' my name ♪
♪ Catfish are jumpin' ♪
♪ That paddle wheel thumpin' ♪
♪ Black water keeps rollin' on past just the same ♪
♪ Old black water, keep on rollin' ♪
♪ Mississippi moon, won't you keep on shinin' on me? ♪
♪ Old black water, keep on rollin' ♪
♪ Mississippi moon, won't you keep on shinin' on me? ♪
♪ Old black water, keep on rollin' ♪
♪ Mississippi moon, won't you keep on shinin' on me? ♪
♪ Yeah, keep on shinin' your light ♪ [ Rumbling ]
♪ gonna make everything, pretty mama ♪
♪ gonna make everything all right ♪
♪ and I ain't got no worries ♪
[ Music stops ]
[ Rumbling ]
Oh!
[ Coughing ] Oh!
[ Coughs ]
Lucifer: Hey. Wake up, sunshine.
Up and at 'em, atom man.
- Sammy. Dean: Sammy.
Sammy. Sammy!
Hey! Whoa!
That's 12 hours straight. I'm calling that rested.
Here. Hydrate.
And, uh, protein-ate.
[ Grunts ] Breakfast in bed.
Don't get used to it. Let me see that hand.
Aw, he wants to hold your widdle hand.
How sweet.
Yeah, you'll live.
[ Clears throat ]
[ Inhales sharply ]
All right, take it easy.
So, ooze invasion -- any leads?
I got all my feelers out.
Whatever they're up to,
it ain't --
it ain't about going Mothra down Main Street.
They'll turn up.
They seemed pretty eager to stretch their legs, you know?
Yeah, well, now onto our other big problem.
How are you doing? And do not say "okay."
I'm not okay.
- You think? - Hey.
Go a little easy.
There's nothing easy about it, Bobby, okay?
We acted like he had everything under control.
I get it.
I'm sorry.
Look, I-I didn't exactly want to crack up, you know?
What the hell happened back there?
Well, it's not just flashbacks anymore.
Well, then what?
It's more like...
I'm seeing through the cracks.
What does that mean?
It means I'm having a difficult time
figuring out what's real.
Hallucinations?
For starters.
Well, for starters, if you're trippin' hell's bells,
why would you hide that?
I wasn't hiding it, Dean.
I-I was just not talking about it.
I mean, it seemed like you two had enough going on as it was.
Look, I-I just figured try to hold on to the safety bar
and ride it out, you know?
I...
But it's getting more specific.
As in, specifically what?
What the hell, Sam?
I told you.
No, I mean, seriously,
how do you -- how do you argue with that?
I know. I-it's a problem.
Well, now, wait. I got it.
Why would the Devil holodeck you a whole new life
when he could just kick your ass all over the cage?
'Cause, as he puts it...
Both: ...You can't torture someone
who has nothing left for you to take away.
Very good, Sam.
Okay, fine.
But this Malibu dream mansion
that he -- he -- he makes for you to take away
is this post-apocalyptic mess?
It had to be a mess, Sam,
or you wouldn't believe it was your life.
Wait, are you seeing him right now?
You know that he's not real, right?
He says the same thing about you.
I'm going back to work.
Scientists have no explanation
for what astronomers can only describe
as a "surprise eclipse."
[ Channel clicks ] [ Dramatic music plays ]
[ Channel clicks ] We know you're hungry!
Why not indulge yourself at Biggerson's homemade pie bar?
It's like a salad bar but with pie!
[ Channel clicks ] Next week on "Dr. Sexy, MD,"
Dr. Cheyenne meganopolis makes a shocking return...
Dr. Meganopolis: I'm sorry, doctor.
I forgot being head surgeon means
that you cut into whatever body you want
and take out whatever organ pleases you
without any paperwork whatsoever!
Dr. Sexy: Well, doctor, I'm sorry you're so forgetful.
[ Metal clattering ]
Well, at least he's not curled up under the sink.
Yeah, no, he's just sitting there silently,
field-stripping his weapon.
[ Sighs ]
What are you doing?
Dean: Turning on his GPS
'case he decides to fly the cuckoo's nest.
[ Sighs ]
And you?
How are you doing?
Seriously, Bobby.
It ain't like he's hexed, you know?
I mean, what if this is the kind of crazy you can't fix?
Yeah. I'm -- I'm worried, too.
But...humor me for a second.
How are you?
Who cares?
Don't you think our mailbox is a little full right now?
- I'm fine. - Right.
And weren't you pissed at him
when he said the same thing
just a couple hours before spilling his marbles
all over the floor?
Yeah, well...
I'm not Sam, okay?
I keep my marbles in a lead friggin' box.
I'm fine. Really.
'Course. Yeah.
Just lost one of the best friends you ever had,
your brother's in the bell jar,
and Purgatory's most wanted are surfin' the sewer lines,
but yeah, yeah, I get it. Right.
You're -- you're fine.
Good.
'Course...If at any time
you want to decide that's utter horse crap,
well, I'll be where I always am --
right here.
What, you want to do couples' yoga
or you want to get back to hunting the big bads?
Shut up.
Idjit.
[ Keyboard clacking ]
[ School bell rings ]
Yeah? Up yours, Manning.
I still got .06 on your time.
Hey! Where were you guys?
I guess we got here early.
Heard something weird coming from the showers.
Hey, what are you doing, Williams?
You're gonna get in trouble.
Yes, Scott. I probably am.
I think what Williams is trying to say, Scott,
is that we're too hungry to care.
[ Scott screams ]
Mrs. Hackett: Crying to the E.R. nurse,
screaming, "mother Mary, mercy!"
And when they opened her back up?
Three sponges and a set of clamps,
sewn up inside like she was a living piñata!
You can't trust these people.
Afternoon, ladies.
Oh, hello, doctor.
Hi, Dr. Gaines.
So, Miss Mills -- you did excellent today.
Just as we discussed -- it was a textbook appendectomy.
That's good.
But you have been through a serious surgical procedure.
Now, I know you're tough...
...But I want you to take it easy tonight.
Works for me, Doc. The good news --
I put you down for some pretty fun painkillers.
Ooh.
I'll check in on you first thing.
You'll be home in no time.
Charming, isn't he? Hmm.
Did you know a study showed 3/4 of doctors
cheat on their exams?
He might not know your appendix from your vagina.
[ Door closes ]
Hey, there, Gunga Din. Buck up.
Sam: So, it looks like we got some bad news for a change.
Stockville, North Kansas -- most of a high-school swim team
got mangled to death in their locker room.
Cop-talk on the wire's kind of garbled --
sayin' it looks like some kind of wild-animal attack.
They're saying that whatever attacked them
was about the size of a linebacker.
Sam: It's a lead, Dean.
All right, but if you think you're going out on a hunt...
No, I know. I'm not. But you are.
Look, Bobby's running the hub,
I'm 5150'd,
which leaves you to follow this thing up.
Sam, you're in the middle of a psychotic break.
It's a couple hours' drive, Dean,
and it could be a Leviathan thing.
No, if you think I'm leaving you here alone...
Hey, what am I, chopped brains on toast?
I can eyeball the kid. Go.
Work off some of these nerves on something useful.
Fine.
[ Swing creaking ]
You got yourself an awfully small body.
Too small.
She didn't know anything.
Can't even see over the counter.
Well, this one...
"Edgar."
Edgar worked on something called a demolitions crew.
Watching things blow up is apparently very satisfying.
"Annie" knew where babies come from.
Disgusting, by the way.
I'm hungry.
We all are.
Yes, about that.
I'm sorry!
Sorry?
They ate the swim team.
Like I said -- hungry.
That's no excuse.
Well, what do you want me to do?
Get them in line. I don't care how.
For God's sake, it made the papers.
Look, the boss, honestly --
he just wants to hear it's taken care of.
So take care of it quickly.
I don't like bringing him bad news.
Are we clear?
Actually, I have an idea.
I could use your help.
[ P.A. system beeps ]
Woman over P.A.: Dr. Bender to the mental ward, please.
Dr. Bender.
[ Metal clangs ]
[ Sighs ]
Little girl, can I help you?
Are you a Dr. Sexy?
Uh...I'm a surgeon.
Where are your parents?
Is it true?
Surgeons can just cut into whatever body they want?
What?
And remove whichever organs they please?
Where in the world did you hear --
I want to be a surgeon when I grow up.
Ow!
Let me go!
Aah!
And I want to grow up now!
[ Bone snaps ] Aah! Aah!
[ Screaming ]
[ Bones snap, flesh tears ]
[ Police radio chatter ]
Hi. Special Agent Anderson -- Ian.
Yeah, okay.
Our point cop's out on the doughnut.
Forensics. I can show you the layout. And step lightly.
We got a whole bunch of NC-17 shizznickle right over there.
Right.
[ Police radio chatter ]
Damn it.
Dr. Gaines: Shh! Just breathe deeply.
But my surgery isn't till tomorrow.
I'm Dr. Sexy!
Your surgery is when I say it is.
[ Whimpers ]
[ Inhales sharply ]
Huh.
Not weird at all.
[ Cellphone ringing ]
[ Beep ]
Yeah?
Well, we are positive for ick.
Same kind of stuff that came out of Cass.
And, uh, two of the swim kids are missing.
They stole one of their parents' cars.
You know, I really think Prince William
has found the right girl.
What do you think?
So, you think these, um,
Leviathan things just jump into people,
like Eve did?
I don't know. It makes sense, right?
Anyway, uh, state troopers got surveillance cam on the kids,
about six hours old.
They're gassing up just south of the Dakota line,
so I'm headed back your way.
We'll just track 'em from Bobby's.
- [ Clears throat ] Yeah. Sounds good. - Hey.
How you doing?
[ Scoffs lightly ]
You know, uh, okay.
Okay. Well, hang in there, all right?
[ Beep ]
Just okay?
Man, I'm having a great day.
[ Flesh tears ]
Miss Mills, what are you doing out of bed?
Are you okay?
Miss Mills, you gave us all a scare.
What? No, I...
You can't be wandering around the halls like that in your condition.
He took -- he took...
What? Who?
Dr. Gaines?
Miss Mills, we told you to take it easy, remember?
Of course.
What in the world were you doing wandering the halls like that?
Nothing.
Um, my stitches were itching,
and I just wanted to know if that was normal,
and I must have fainted or something.
My stitches feel fine now.
Miss Mills, you can't get out of bed.
You could have ripped open your sutures
with a fall like that.
Don't make me go back in there.
'Kay?
What's that?
This is just something to help you sleep.
No, that's okay. I'll sleep just fine.
Doctor's orders.
I'll check on you later.
You can kiss my ass, Dr. Monsterface.
[ Hisses ]
Oh, God.
Oh, no, no.
Okay, if this is some dream
and you got power over it, why don't you just end it?
End it?
This -- you not knowing what's real,
the paint slowly peeling off your walls --
come on, man.
This is the sweet spot. Why would I end it?
It's not like we got HBO in the pit.
All I got is you,
floating over the coals
with half a hope that you're gonna figure it all out.
There's only one way to figure it out, Sam.
It's up to you.
It ends when you can't take it anymore.
I think maybe that's why we're cleaning our guns.
Shut up.
I said shut up!
Bobby: Hey, Sam.
You, uh...
...Havin' a little bag-lady moment, huh?
Sorry.
[ Bottles clink, refrigerator door closes ]
Thanks.
[ Bottle opens ]
You know, after...
Everything...
All these years, all that we've been through...
You beat the Devil before, kid.
It's kind of different.
Not really.
You'll get a handle on this, too.
You will.
You're not in Hell anymore.
You're here, with us.
[ Flesh squishes ]
You hear me, Sam?
Yeah, I hear you, Bobby.
[ Telephone rings ]
Oh. That's my local.
Hello?
Bobby Singer?
My surgeon is a monster.
Come again?
He took my windbag roomie, and he ate her liver.
Except he wasn't -- he wasn't a surgeon.
He...
Listen! His face was...
His mouth was this horrible th--
Who is this? It's Jody.
Jody Mills.
Jody?
Sheriff Mills.
Gotcha.
I can't exactly call a deputy here.
Come on, you and I killed zombies that one time.
I know you handle this kind of thing.
Please get your ass here to Sioux Falls General
before he eats me, Singer.
[ Beep ]
[ Telephone clatters ]
Well, either Sheriff Mills is having
an Obamacare-insured opium dream
or something's eating folks
down at Sioux Falls General Hospital.
Look, I-I don't want to bruise your ego or anything...
No, no, no. It's -- it's okay.
Go, go, go. I-I'll watch the phones.
[ Door opens, closes ]
So...
Just you and me, huh?
What happened to you two?
I did.
Where is Dr. Gaines?
Oh, no, that's not how it works, okay?
If you require a physician's attention,
you're gonna have to fill out these forms --
I can take over from here, nurse.
These...
Youths obviously require immediate care.
This is where they bring their bodies to be fixed.
They consider it a safe place.
But the truth is, often they actually die here instead.
And they never question it. I'm not kidding.
We can feed discreetly. No one will know.
A few of us in the right positions,
and we could feast every single day.
I'm thinking head nurse and the staff administrator for a start.
Edgar: I have to hand it to you --
it's exactly what the boss asked for.
- Out-of-the-box thinking. - Yes.
You're off the swim team, boys.
Time to pursue a career in medicine.
[ Both breathing heavily ]
All right. Check in.
You won't stay?
I would love to grab us a good anesthesiologist.
He asked me to check into some other business in the area.
Anyway, seems you've got things well in hand.
Why can't they scream?
Oh, I severed their vocal cords, of course.
It's a delicate procedure but very doable.
[ Sighs ]
[ Vehicle approaches ]
[ Car door opens, closes ]
[ Door opens ] Dean.
Oh. Hey. Ooh, yeah, good thinking.
Uh...
So, I, uh...
I followed those swim-kid Levia...whatever.
- To where? - Here.
Well, back to town.
And that ain't the good news.
What?
It ain't just two of them, I don't think.
Did you call Bobby?
Yeah, he's working his own case, I got to move,
and I need backup, and that means you.
Wait. You -- you sure about that?
I know. You're bonkers.
But, luckily, I just need you to keep the engine running
and wait by the back door.
Just don't, uh...
Don't let Satan change my presets.
Let's go.
[ Sighs ]
Her name is Mrs. Hackett. She never came back.
I'll check it out.
Now, you get some rest. I'll come by later.
[ Chuckles ] Bobby Singer, my hero.
That's the roofies talking.
[ Engine turns over ]
Foot surgery, huh?
Died this morning.
Already autopsied? What the hell?
- How you doing, Sam? - In the head region?
Devil still riding shotgun?
Not right now, but...Yeah.
Maybe we ought to get you, I don't know, some --
some what? Some "professional help"?
[ Scoffs ] What are they gonna do, Dean?
Just stuff me full of pills.
We'll figure out some other option.
Okay. Yeah.
But what are your other options?
You remember when Martin took his nosedive
and started shooting at nothing?
I mean, his sweater unraveled fast.
- I'm not Martin. - No, but you are crazy.
And that don't wash off. You get that, right?
You are never gonna be okay, Sam.
[ Engine shuts off ]
Sam!
Sammy?
Sam?!
Oh, crap.
[ Thud ]
[ Engine shuts off ]
Oh, damn it. There's five of 'em.
[ Car doors close ]
All right. Come on.
Are you sure?
Yeah, and listen, when we get in there,
you got to keep it together.
Yeah, yeah. I-I will.
'Cause if you're seeing Lucifer,
then you could be seeing all kinds of crap, okay?
You just don't know.
How is this helping?
I'm just saying, Sam, you're out of control.
I'm dealing with it the best I can.
Dealing? [ Chuckles ]
I'm sorry. That's just funny.
I mean, how can you deal?
You think this is an office building, right?
Sorry. Wrong.
Where the hell are we?
Oh, you think I'm Dean.
Right.
You poor clueless son of a bitch.
Stay the hell away from me.
Your world is whatever I want it to be, understand?
Just leave me alone!
Now we're getting there.
Pinocchio's seeing his strings.
Shut up.
It's the big crescendo.
I said shut up!
Want to point that gun at someone useful?
Try your face.
You want to know the truth?
You want to skip to the last page of the book?
You know where to aim, cowboy.
It's like a friggin' doggy bag in here.
Can I help you?
You can maybe still help this hospital.
Who's responsible for this sloppy bit of documentation?
I know you.
No, you got the wrong guy.
Bobby...
Singer. Yes.
We saw you -- through the Angel's eyes.
[ Grunts ]
Let's try for amnesia, then.
[ Hisses ]
[ Growling ]
Fair enough.
Oh, this can't be good.
Dean: Sam? Sam!
Oh, look. Another me.
Sam, what are you doing?
Whoa! Whoa!
I thought I was with you, Dean.
Okay.
Well, here I am.
No. No, I-I don't -- I...
I can't know that for sure.
You understand me?
Okay, then we're gonna have to start small.
I don't remember driving here.
Lucifer: Well, that's because I drove.
You thought.
Sam is very suggestible.
Whoa! Whoa! Sam!
This discussion does not require a weapons discharge!
Look at me.
Come on.
You don't know what's real?
Look, man, I've been to Hell.
Okay? I know a thing or two about torture --
enough to know that it feels different
than the pain of this -- this regular stupid crappy this.
No. No, how can you know that for sure?
Let me see your hand.
No, no, no. The -- the gimp hand.
Let me see it.
Smell you, Florence Nightingale.
Hey!
This is real.
Not a year ago, not in Hell -- now.
I was with you when you cut it.
I sewed it up.
Look.
[ Inhales sharply ]
We've done a lot more with pain.
This is different -- right? --
than the crap that's tearing at your walnut.
I'm different. Right?!
Yeah, I think so.
You sure about that, bunk buddy?
Sam.
Doesn't mean anything.
Hey.
I am your flesh-and-blood brother, okay?
And I'm the only one who can legitimately kick
your ass in real time.
You got away.
We got you out, Sammy.
Sammy.
Sammy, I'm the only one who can --
Believe in that.
Believe me, okay?
You got to believe me.
You got to make it stone number one and build on it.
You understand?
Yeah. Yeah. Agree.
[ Sighs ]
[ Cellphone rings ]
[ Breathing heavily ]
Bobby. Hey.
Sheriff was right!
The hospital thing's definitely our kind of thing.
I double-barreled one of them in the morgue.
Silver buck shot --
no effect.
Bled black ooze.
- Leviathan here? - I'm fallin' back.
I'll meet you at the house. We can regroup.
[ Beep ]
Bobby's got a live one.
Okay, well, let's go.
Look, when we get back to Bobby's --
it's okay, Dean. I'm good.
No white rabbits. [ Chuckles ]
I'm not seeing anything.
Okay.
Baby steps.
[ Chuckles ]
Oh, no.
[ Car doors close ]
Oh, no.
Any sign of him?
That place was torched.
Somebody knew what they were doing.
You think Bobby was back there?
I don't know.
Bobby!
[ Beep ]
[ Ringing ]
Bobby: This is Bobby Singer's direct hot line.
You should not have this number.
[ Beep ]
You cannot be in that crater back there.
I can't -- if you're gone,
I swear I am going to strap my "Beautiful Mind" brother
into the car,
and I'm gonna drive us off the pier.
You asked me how I was doing?
Well, not good.
Now, you said you'd be here.
Where are you?
Bobby!
Bobby?!
Bobby!
Winchester.
Congratulations.
Apparently, you two are competent enough
to warrant annihilating.
I'd take it as a compliment.
[ Bone cracks ] [ Grunts ] Aah!
[ Grunts ]
Dean! Now!
[ Grunts ]
Sam.
Sammy?! Hey, come on, now.
Come on, I'm the one with the broken leg.
You got to carry me!
Sam?!
[ Grunts ]
Sam?
You stay with me, you hear?
Male, late 20s, head trauma.
Signs of increasing intracranial pressure.
Hey, so maybe I'm not real.
Nobody's perfect.
But I'm not going anywhere, Sam.
Sam? Sammy!
E.M.T.: Yeah, he's seizing.
E.M.T. #2: Give him 10 of valium.
Copy that. We're just pulling in to Sioux Falls.
Sioux Falls? Sioux Falls General?
No, no, no.
No, you got to take us somewhere else. Anywhere!
Please!
Yeah, okay, buddy.
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