All language subtitles for The Winchesters S01E06br

Aah! Aah!

I am centered.

I am at peace.

I create my own path,
and I walk in it fearlessly.

Hunting has a way
of changing a person.

After a while,
right, wrong, good, evil,

they all start to look
the same.

And then it makes you start
to wonder,

"Who's really the monster
here... them or me?"

I am centered.

I am at peace.

I am deeply annoyed.

I only need the van
for an hour, okay?

Just to check the woods
behind the quarry

just to see if there's any sign
of Rockin' Roxy

- or the Akrida.
- Hard no, amigo.

And not just because you
already searched those woods

but because you almost cracked
my front axle in the process.

- Oh, yeah...
- And you do not want

to see my face
if that actually happens.

Kind of looks like that.

Could the two of you
please keep it down?

I am trying to meditate.

Well, that all depends
on Jonathan

and whether he's willing
to let go of his obsession

with searching the quarry.

I-I am not obsessed.
I'm thorough.

Okay, what if we missed
something?

We didn't miss anything.

My guy down at city hall
should be getting back to me

any moment now
with new land acquisitions

made this month, all right?

The radio tower has to be
on one of those properties.

So mellow out, amor.

"Mellow out"?

Carlos, the fate of the world
is literally at stake.

We know.

And we all want
the same thing, John.

Perhaps you'd like to join me.
Finding your center might help.

Yeah, or come with me
to a session of Dr. Z's.

He's really been helping me.

Is everything okay in here?

Everything's fine.

No, it's not.

Yeah.

Is that my robe?

I like to think of it
as our robe.

Hello?

- Your dad has a Batphone?
- Hunter line only.

Hello?

Who's Tracy Gellar?

Tracy and my mom used to hunt
together back in the day.

I've known her my entire life.

She's practically an aunt
to me.

- Gellar. Is she the one who...
- Retired? Yeah.

So you can imagine
how surprised she was

when she woke up this morning
to find Darla,

one of her old
hunting partners,

mutilated in her barn.

I take it
from all the silver weapons

and lore books we packed,
you're thinking it's werewolf?

Tracy found
Darla's hunting journal.

Last entry indicated
that she was tracking one.

Tracy wants us to track down
this werewolf and kill it.

I'm sorry, can we just
back it up a little bit

to the part where you said
that s-she retired,

as in she actually
got out of hunting?

Yeah.
About ten years ago.

Well, you kind of buried
the lede there, Campbell.

I thought getting out of
hunting was next to impossible.

I mean, what was that whole
thing that you said about the...

"The only thing worse
than how it starts

for hunters
is how it ends"?

Okay, so I embellished
for dramatic effect.

Are we really gonna act
surprised by that now?

It's rare,
but Tracy did it somehow.

The truth is,
hearing about her starting over

and creating this amazing life

made me realize
maybe I could do it too.

Wow.

It's beautiful.

You can grow
so much weed out here.

- Dude.
- Well, I'm sorry.

I'm just trying to say
this place has charm.

- Cricket.
- Cricket?

- What a sweet pet name.
- Don't.

Hey, Aunt Tracy.

I was expecting your old man.

Last I heard,
you were gettin' out.

Yeah.

So where is he?

That's a long story.

But, um, we're all really sorry
about Darla.

Me too.
She was one of the good ones.

But that's the life
of the hunter, right?

Kill or be killed.

So who do we have here?

Tracy, this is John,
Carlos, and Lata.

Nice to meet y'all.

Thanks for coming out
on such short notice.

Course.
So Darla, is she...

She's still in the barn.

It's been a while since I've
been around a scene like that.

Can't say I missed it.

I have some arrangements
to finish up.

- So what do you think?
- These claw marks

are consistent
with a werewolf attack.

I'll need to take measurements
to make sure.

Okay. Well, we'll see
what else we can find.

Tracy seemed
pretty shaken up.

Yeah.
Well, can you blame her?

I mean, she thought
all of this was in the past,

and now it's splattered
over her walls.

I can't wait for the day

when the sight of a dead body
shakes me up like that.

Where's Carlos?

Right here.

I found a needle
in a haystack up there.

Is that a claw?

Found it lodged
in the ceiling of the barn.

I don't know many werewolves
that make it a habit

of perching in the rafters.

That's because
I actually don't think

we're dealing with a werewolf.

The curvature of this claw
is all wrong.

Okay,
so what did attack Darla?

Sorry to interrupt.

Everything's ready.

What's ready?

A hunter's funeral.

Judy Collins' "Joan of Arc" plays...

♪ The flames,
they followed Joan of Arc ♪

♪ As she came riding
through the dark ♪

♪ No moon
to keep her armor bright ♪

♪ No man to get her
through the smoky night ♪

♪ She said,
"I'm tired of the war ♪

♪ "I want the work
I had before ♪

♪ "A wedding dress
or something white

♪ To wear
upon my swollen appetite" ♪

♪ La, la, la, la ♪

♪ La, la, la, la, la,
la, la, la ♪

♪ La, la ♪

♪ La, la, la, la ♪

Hunt's over now, doll.

You get to rest.

♪ La, la, la, la,
la, la, la ♪

♪ La, la, la, la ♪

♪ La, la, la, la, la,
la, la, la ♪

♪ La, la ♪

♪ La, la, la, la, la, la ♪

♪ La, la, la, la, la,
la, la ♪

Here you go.

Back in the day, a cold drink
helped keep me focused.

- Thanks, Tracy.
- Thank you, Cricket.

You kids need anything else,
let me know.

Actually, could I look
at your lore books?

Someone took out

my "Wilmont's Guide
to Monster Anatomy"

to make room
for their machetes.

I still stand
by that decision.

Sorry, sweetie, I tossed out
all that stuff years ago.

Unless you think
my Encyclopedia Britannica

or pile of Harlequin romances

holds the key to unlocking
your mystery.

Unfortunately, no.

I wouldn't mind taking
a gander at those Harlequins.

This one's not shy.

They're in the study, sweetie.
Knock yourself out.

I can't find a description

of this claw anywhere.

What if that's because
it's not here?

Okay, hear me out.
Listen.

What if this is another one
of those unicorn-like monsters

that the Akrida baited
to Lawrence?

Look, Tracy's farm
isn't that far, okay?

What if one of the monsters

strayed off the path
and killed Darla?

We have been looking
for the radio tower

to find the Akrida, right?

What if there was a way
to bring the Akrida to us?

Look, we capture this thing,

we can use its essence
to lure in the Akrida.

Maybe.

But we still don't have a way
to take the Akrida out

- even if we do find them.
- She's right.

The Men of Letters' box
is the only way to harm them.

And despite
all of our research,

it still doesn't work.

Okay, well, look,
there's got to be

some other way
to ID this thing.

I actually might know
someone nearby

who can help.

He specializes
in monster identification.

Great. I'll drive.

Does this little friend
of yours live near a bar?

All this clean living

is starting
to make me feel dirty.

Hmm.

Is it the funeral?

It hit kind of close to home
for me too.

It's not just the funeral.

Do you think I am a liability

as a hunter?

What are you talking about?

I know I'm good
at the science stuff,

the lore stuff,
but it's not what you guys do.

- You mean the fighting part?
- I mean the hunting part.

It's right there in the title.

Being a pacifist and a hunter,

it's like I'm torn
between two different worlds.

And seeing Darla
on the pyre back there

reminded me of what happens
when you can't punch back.

- Seriously?
- Just trust me.

Okay, I thought you said
we were looking

for a monster expert,
not Norman Bates.

This is just
the front-facing part.

He actually took over
the whole operation

- from his father.
- Yeah, no, sure.

I-I get that,
but what kind of weirdo

- likes to stuff dead things?
- Latika?

Hey.

Hey.
So good to see you again.

How's that, uh...

How's that 20 blade
working out for you?

Uh, you were right...
So much better

for cutting
through thick tissue.

Anton,
this is my friend Carlos.

- Nice to meet you.
- Pleasure's all mine.

I loved "Psycho."

Interesting.
I'm... I'm more

of a "Rear Window"
kind of guy myself, so...

So what brings you two
in today?

We were hoping
you could help us identify

what type of monster
this came from.

Ah, monster mystery...
My favorite.

So you said
it's a long story.

We got nothing but time
right now, so dish.

Where's your pops?

We had one
of our ongoing disagreements

about me leaving hunting.

And then the next day,
he took off

to track down these monsters
called the Akrida.

I haven't seen him since.

What about your mom?

Uh, Minnesota, last I heard.

But she's not exactly
in the picture either.

They separated again?

Oh, yeah,
when you were little.

Remember that time you came
to stay with me in Kalamazoo?

They were on a break.

Your daddy went off
to make things right.

Parents are idiots.

They'll work it out eventually.

In the meantime, if they're off
saving the world,

what are you still
doing here hunting?

Once I find Dad
and track down these Akrida,

then I'm out.

You sure that's not
the only reason

you're sticking around?

Pretty sure...

yeah.

Samuel's been fending for
himself for quite a while now.

And there is always
gonna be some monster

needs taking down.

You need to start looking out
for number one.

What do you want to do,
anyway, when you get out?

Um...

finish school,
college, maybe.

Did you have any regrets
about it...

Leaving?

In the ten years since...

I've read hundreds of books,

stepped foot
on almost every continent.

I went to college,
cultivated the land...

broke nearly a dozen hearts.

Okay.

Made a prizewinning
lemon meringue.

Mm-hmm.

My only regret is
that I didn't get out sooner.

So, Carlos,
how do you know Lata?

Your friend's
the silent type, I see.

Actually, no.

- What's wrong with you?
- I don't know.

Then speak.

- Excuse me.
- I-I... oh, sorry.

Um, I...

- I, um...
- You...

- Me, I just...
- I think I found it.

- Oh, thank God.
- Thank God.

See?

I knew the burn pattern
on the claw looked familiar.

This is your mystery monster.

Right. Okay.

Thanks, Lata.

So the monster that killed
Darla is a soucouyant.

It's a rare vampire witch
from the Caribbean.

No, that's...

- that's impossible.
- Actually, it's not.

You see, these...
These unicorn-type monsters,

they're being lured to Lawrence
by the Akr...

No, you don't understand.
I've hunted soucouyant before.

- You have? When?
- My last hunt.

Me and the team...
Darla, Rob, and Mac...

Were in Barbados.

A small town
was being terrorized

by a band of soucouyant.

First night,
we killed three of the four,

but the last one
put up a fight.

But it got away.
Holed up in its cave.

Mac got impatient,
went in after it.

But then there was a cave-in.

Mac and the soucouyant
were both killed.

At least,
that's what I thought.

So you really think
this is the same monster

and it came all this way
for what, revenge?

Darla's already dead,
and who knows about Rob?

Did Lata say whether or not
sigils and hex bags

work against these things?

No.

- John, wait!
- Go. I'm okay.

John, stop!

- Ow.
- Sorry.

I was thinking about Anton.

Yeah, well, maybe
he should sew me up, then.

Thank you
for bringing me here.

I put you in danger, and...

No, it's not your fault.

Besides, some of us
don't need any help

putting ourselves in danger.

Look, I still
don't understand.

I mean, how did the soucouyant
get out of the cave?

I may have a theory.

Mac didn't get
a hunter's funeral

because of the cave-in.

And that never sat right
with Rob.

He called me about a month ago.

The ten-year anniversary
of Mac's death was coming up,

and he wanted to go back

and finally put Mac to rest
the right way.

So when he went into the cave
to collect Mac's remains,

the soucouyant was still alive
after all these years?

I guess so.

Darla never heard back
from Rob,

so she probably figured
he got killed.

And when the soucouyant
went after her,

she came to the farm
to try and warn me.

I'm sorry I didn't tell y'all
this sooner,

but in a million years, I never
thought it all connected.

You said you killed three of
these things in the past, yeah?

- What's the secret?
- Beheading.

Or a stake in the heart
will do it.

Well,
since Tracy's here safe,

I say we load up
as many weapons as we can,

we go back to the farm,
and we take this thing out

before it can hurt anyone else.

Whoa.
Pump the brakes, soldier boy.

I want to play this safe.

This thing already killed
two veteran hunters

and nearly killed you too.

Taking off its arm
didn't even make it flinch,

and there was no blood
left behind,

so Lata thinks something else
is going on with this thing,

which is why she invited Anton
to take a look at it.

He's here?

Oh, my... I need to change
this... this shirt,

these pants, this everything.

- Oh, my God.
- Where are you going?

I'm gonna keep
my shoulder loose.

Call me back when it's safe.

Why can't I say anything
when I'm around him?

I-I-I flirt with everyone.

I-I literally do flirt
with everyone.

- I don't know why I can't...
- Hey.

What is going on with him?

Its epidermis
is badly burned,

but the fact
that any skin remains at all

is absolutely fascinating.

It must secrete some sort

of self-generating
heat retardant.

Shall we crack her open,
give that 20 blade a spin?

Your... your friend Carlos
isn't interested in joining us?

Frankly speaking,
he's a bit scared

to be anywhere near here
right now.

Ah.

He's squeamish.

And a monster hunter...
Fascinating.

- It must be hard for him.
- Mm-hmm.

Hmm. Rigor mortis?

I've never seen rigor mortis
set in so quickly.

Um, let's try the bone saw.

Is that what I think it is?

Hey. Can we talk?

So you can lecture me
about putting myself in danger?

I'm good. Thanks.

You've been off
for the past couple of weeks.

I should have noticed before.

I'm not the only one
who is worried about you, John.

Everyone is, especially Carlos.

He told me what happened...

what you did to Mars Neto.

I did what I had to do.

And I would... I'd do it again.

John.

We've been hunting nonstop
since New Orleans.

Maybe you need a break.

- You gonna bench me, Coach?
- No, John.

Because this isn't
the big game.

It's life or death.

You think
I don't know that?

I don't know what you think.

So just talk to me, please.

I let you walk around
inside my head,

see everything.

Now I need you to let me
into yours just a little bit

- so I can help.
- Okay, you want to help?

Want in my head? Fine.

This morning,
we cremated a woman

who used to be a hunter
just like you.

I mean, don't you get it, Mary?

Every moment that you're
out there hunting a monster

is another moment
that you could die.

And I will not be the person
to wrap you in a white cloth,

put a knife in your hand,

and send you to the afterlife
in a blaze of glory.

So yes...

if getting you
out of hunting alive

means pushing myself,

that's exactly what I'll do.

So you're doing
all of this for me?

That's the only reason?

Well, there is the whole
"saving the world" part.

That's not what I meant.

Your mom told me
about you and danger

and how you've run towards it

every single time
since you were a kid.

I don't need you
or my mom psychoanalyzing me.

And I don't need you
using me as an excuse

to avoid your issues.

Uh, sorry to interrupt,

but there's something
the two of you need to see.

I'll be done in a minute.
I just need to cool down.

You and your new friend

really went to town
on that thing.

Did Anton
say anything about me?

I mean, did you tell him
I was...

Losi, take a breath.

What do you have for us, Lata?

The reason
the soucouyant didn't die

when you sliced off its arm
is because it's already dead.

How is that possible?

Let me guess:
Zombie soucouyant?

Not a zombie but a ghost...

A vengeful spirit, most likely.

The substance here
is ectoplasm.

Okay, so a vengeful spirit
possessed the soucouyant

and went after Tracy
and her hunting crew.

Why?

That, I'm afraid,
I can't tell you.

What is it?

What haven't you told us?

The cave-in that killed Mac...

it wasn't an accident.

Me and the rest of the team...

We killed him.

- You lied to us.
- No.

Everything I told you was true.

I just didn't...
tell you everything.

Looks like we've been hunting

the wrong monster
this whole time.

Darla and me were like
the Lennon and McCartney

of the group, you know?

We brought everybody else in.

We knew Mac was a dark soul
from the get-go,

but he was a damn good hunter.

He'd had a rough childhood...

abused by his dad,
bullied by the other kids,

and he thought
if he became a hunter

and killed real monsters,
that would help with the pain

that the other kind
had caused him.

But when that didn't work,
he turned to dark magic.

He thought a little taste
of power might be the fix.

Course,
that didn't pan out either.

But he did become more violent,
more aggressive,

and an even more
effective hunter.

So you had a friend stuck
in a cycle of violence,

and instead of helping him,

you... you wielded him
like some kind of weapon?

No, honey,
we tried to help him.

We really did, but Mac,
he just...

He... he wouldn't listen.

Things came to a head
with those soucouyant...

Hardest hunt we ever had.

- What happened?
- All that black magic

just caught up with him.

Mac snapped.

He started acting paranoid,

saying the rest of the team
was out to get him.

He even attacked Darla.

At that point,
we knew he was too far gone,

and we were afraid
of what he was gonna do next.

So you decided the best
solution was to kill him.

Think what you want,

but you didn't see
the look in his eye.

He was stronger
and more powerful

than all of us combined.

And on top of that,
he knew all our tricks.

It was clear as day.

If he turned on us,

we didn't stand a chance.

So we waited
for the right time.

And when Mac went into the cave
after the last soucouyant...

We set off some C-4.

And buried them alive.

I wish there'd been
another way, but...

we didn't have a choice.

Violence is always a choice.

So you leaving hunting...

I knew I couldn't hunt
after that.

I was done.

So you started a farm
and just played make-believe,

like none of this
ever happened?

Cricket...

Stop with the stupid name,
okay?

There's not a night goes by

I'm not haunted by what I did.

Now my past
has come back to get me.

I'm sorry.

Wait.

I know, John and Mac,
it's a little

too Ghost of Christmas Future
for me too.

No, John said
he'd only be a minute.

So where is he?

Thanks
for seeing this through.

I'm not out here for you.

The barn.
There he is!

John?

Are you...

- John?
- I'm sorry.

Tall, dark, and angry can't
come to the phone right now.

Mac.

Hi, Trace.

You got old.

Carlos, get her
out of here right now.

I wouldn't.

Carlos!

Don't. For John.

John...

I know you're in there.

And I know you can hear me.
You have to fight, okay?

Don't let Mac...

I hate to break it
to you, sweetheart,

but old Johnny boy,

well, he's along for the ride.

See, that's why I chose
to possess him.

Well, that, and I wanted
two hands to kill Trace.

All right.

Oh, don't worry.

No, you see,

I won't be a coward
like you were.

Unlike some people I know,

I have the decency
to look a friend in the face

before I take
their last breath.

Aah!

This is between her and me.

You have to go
through me first.

Have it your way.

You can't hurt me.

All I've ever known
are clenched fists.

Learned that from my old man.

There's nothing
that you can do to me...

That I haven't
already survived.

Tracy, please, don't.

I don't have a choice.

Do it.

Yes, you do.

- Lata, what are you doing?
- Lata, get back.

More violence
isn't the answer,

not when you've spent
a lifetime with it,

when it's touched
everything you've ever had.

Your father wasn't the only one
with clenched fists, Mac.

- You think you know me?
- No, but I know myself.

When I was 13,
my country was attacked,

and my father went to war.

When he returned,
he was different.

He was angry all the time.

He had these violent outbursts.

It was like
the war infected him.

I tried to make myself smaller

so the violence
wouldn't find me, but it did.

For the longest time,
it made me feel powerless,

until one day,
it made me feel angry.

And that anger
kept growing inside of me,

just like it did for my father.

And I acted
on that anger for years

until I hurt someone,

and that's when I knew
I had to make the change.

You can keep hurting
those that have wronged you,

keep living in that anger
and violence,

but it won't bring you peace.

Peace has to be chosen.

It's what I chose.

I chose my team.

But when I needed them,

they turned their backs on me
because it was easier.

Why did you give up on me?

I didn't know
how to help you.

- I was scared.
- I was scared too.

I needed my family by my side.

I know it's about ten years
too late...

but I'm here now,

and I am so sorry.

It's not too late, Mac.

You can still break the cycle.

He's alive.

You did it.

Big feet.

I can't believe
he's still out.

- Yeah.
- He's gonna have

a nasty hangover
when he wakes up.

Well, hopefully it knocks
some sense into him.

John? Sense?

Doubtful.

Thank you for your help.

Yeah.
It's what family's for.

I get it now.

How it must have felt
when Mac turned on you.

Hunting sure knows
how to make a gal

question her morals.

But that doesn't justify
what we did to him.

I've got some making up
to do for that.

How?

Well, I'm gonna start
by taking on the werewolf case

Darla was on when she came
to warn me about Mac.

Might be a good way
to right some of my wrongs.

We'll see where we take it
from there.

So back to hunting, then?
Is that the lesson here?

Is there really no escape?

It's not that you can't escape
the life, Cricket.

You just can't escape

the decisions
you make in that life,

not when you compromise
what you believe in.

But you're better than me,

better than your folks too,
for what it's worth.

So when you finally do
decide to get out,

you're gonna do it
the right way.

Come here.

Are you crying?

Anton touched
this dissected arm.

Are you sure
we have to destroy it?

Carlos, there is absolutely
no reason to keep it.

The soucouyant has been dead
for far too long

for there to be
any remaining essence.

Fine.

Uh, that story
about your father...

I didn't know he was
why you became a pacifist.

It's not really something
I like to talk about.

For what it's worth,

what you did yesterday
was amazing,

because you're right.

You're not a hunter
like Mary, John, or me.

If it was any of us,
we would have killed Mac.

But you...

you helped him.

- Thanks.
- Let's go.

- Hmm.
- What's that?

It's in Anton's handwriting,

and it's addressed to a Carlos?

- Give me, Lata.
- Say please.

No. No, no, please, give me.

So... what does it say?

That I still got it.

I guess sometimes not flirting
is flirting.

You need to help me
find something to wear.

Oh, my God.
Let's go, come on.

- Oh, my God.
- Faster. Come on.

Morning, sunshine.

Thanks.

Do you remember anything that happened?

No.

Most of it's
still pretty fuzzy.

- The fight that we had...
- It's all right.

I know it wasn't you.

No, I don't mean
the one when I was possessed.

The one before, about Neto.

You were right, Mary.

I have wrestled with anger
my whole life.

And...

I thought
that I'd put it to bed.

The fight with Neto,
it woke it up...

in a way I wasn't expecting.

I have been using you
and hunting as an excuse...

To avoid my problems. I just...

I don't know how to fix it.

I can't... I can't end up
like Mac.

That's not
gonna happen, John.

I promise.

Because I still want
to get out of hunting.

I really do.

But it's not gonna be
at your expense.

You mean too much to me.

What now?

Sorry to interrupt.

That's okay.

- How are you feeling?
- Better, yeah.

Um, I just...

wanted to thank you...

for talking Mac down
like you did.

I, uh...

I remember some of the things
that you told him about...

You know, not living
in the anger and the violence.

And I was just wondering...

how do you do that?

I started with meditation,

looking inward,

focusing on positive things

instead of getting caught
in a loop of negativity.

Can you show me
how to do that?

Of course.

Sit.

- Cross your legs.
- Yeah.

That's hot.

- There.
- Okay.

Take a deep breath.

Eyes closed.

I am centered.

- Just repeat.
- Okay, okay.

Uh, I'm centered.

- I am at peace.
- I am at peace.

- I create my own path.
- I create my own path.

And I walk in it fearlessly.

A-and I walk
in it fearlessly.

Hunting's not for everyone.

You have to be strong,
stay sharp,

make tough decisions,
and it's not easy,

But then again, the righteous
things never are.

- I am centered.
- I am centered.

- I am at peace.
- I'm at peace.

I create my own path...

Can a girl get
any Zen around here?

Meditate later.

My guy from city hall
just got back to me.

We found the Akrida.

That's
where their radio tower is.