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Hello, Dean. What is it you want?

Lucifer's cage.

Sam's soul is stuck in that box.

I can't erase Sam's hell, but I can put it behind a wall.

Nasty, those memories.

You don't wanna know what they'll do to him.

Death said he can put up a wall. You wouldn't remember hell.

- Don't do this. - Don't scratch the wall.

- You should've told me. - You weren't supposed to know.

What I did? To Bobby? To you?

Of course I should know.

Sam, Death didn't just shove your soul back in, okay?

He put up the Great Wall of Sam...

between you and the things you don't remember.

The things you don't know could kill you. That's not a joke.

But I have to set things right. So I need to know what I did.

But you don't know how dangerous that could be.

- I warned you not to put that inside him. - What was I supposed to do?

Let me tell you what his soul felt like when I touched it.

Like it had been skinned alive, Dean.

If you wanted to kill your brother, you should have done it outright.

- You okay? - Yeah.

- How's the arm? - It'll hold till we get out of town.

- Just don't bleed out, all right? - Ugh, yeah, well, that's the plan.

Cop.

Evening, deputy.

Agent Roark, Agent Wynand, mind stepping out of the van a moment?

On our way to the office. Everything okay?

No. I can't get Sheriff Dobbs on the phone.

I can't get anyone.

We spoke to Dobbs earlier.

- Maybe he's just, uh... - Is that blood?

Uh, look, there's no need to get riled.

- You're coming with me. - All right.

- We'll follow you back. - I don't think so.

Get in my car or you're under arrest.

You're gonna arrest two federal agents? Really? Ha-ha-ha.

- Have a good night. - If you think...

Hey, hey, hey. Just...

You think there were maybe calmer ways we could have done all that?

Do we care?

Let's go.

Prosecutors were getting closer...

to a decision...

on whether to charge the actor. They denied...

- What are you watching? - Just trying to catch up.

So Mel Gibson really took a turn this past year, huh?

Or he's possessed.

Seriously, think about it.

- So I just got off the blower with Bobby. - Oh, yeah?

He got anything else on this, uh, Mother of All thing?

Uh, no, nothing solid. He says it's quiet.

- Quiet like quiet, or quiet like too quiet? - When is it ever just quiet?

Right.

Hmm.

What?

What are these, coordinates? Who's it from?

I have no idea.

Well?

Uh, Bristol, Rhode Island...

where three women disappeared in the last week.

Apparently, the, uh, victims seemed to vanish into thin air.

Could be something. Who's the text from?

- I don't know. It just kept ringing. - What's that about?

Could be another hunter, looking for backup, throwing us a case.

Who knows how many hunters I met working with the Campbells, you know?

- I think we should go. - Oh, wait, we're gonna drop everything?

Dude, two minutes ago, you weren't doing anything.

You got mysterious coordinates...

from a mysterious Mr. X, leading to a mysterious town?

- That doesn't throw up red flags to you? - I don't know. Maybe.

But that doesn't mean we can just ignore a bunch of missing girls.

Right?

Okay. We'll check it out.

But if things get squirrelly, we dump out, okay?

Yeah.

What?

Nothing.

Well, freak's got a type. Brunettes.

Oh.

This one's got a little bit of a wild side.

It's all in the eyes, Sam. See it?

Aside from your little deep insight there, these women have nothing in common.

Different jobs, different friends, different everything.

- So, what's the connection? - You figure that out.

I'm gonna go hit the poop deck.

Agent Roark?

It's good to see you again.

- It is? - Oh, you remember my husband.

- Right. - Don.

Of course, right. Um, hi.

So you're back because it started again, right?

The disappearances?

Eh, uh, yeah. Yeah, right. Um.

So if either of you two hear anything, please let me know.

Where's your partner?

- The big bald guy? - Heh.

Agent Wynand, right?

- Agent Wynand, of course. - Sex rehab.

- Yeah, you've heard of plushies, right? - Heh.

- This is, uh... This is my new partner. - Hi. Pleasure.

How you doing? Hi.

- Uh, so, agent, we should, uh, tsk. - Yeah. Yeah, of course.

Of course. Nice chatting with you, Agent Roark.

Cuff me.

What was that?

She just cougar-eyed you.

I think Samuel and I have worked a case in this town.

You think?

Come on. Let's get the hell out of here.

Hey, come on. Hop to, would you?

- We can't go, Dean. - Uh, yeah, we can.

Five guys went missing a year ago. They never found the bodies.

I mean, that's gotta be the job me and Samuel worked, right?

- What difference does it make? - A year ago, five guys go missing...

and now suddenly all these women go missing.

Something's here. So either we just didn't stop it...

or we only thought we did.

Okay. But why the gender bend, huh?

First it's dudes, now it's chicks? That's a totally different m.o.

I don't know. The point is, something's still here.

- Call Bobby. He can deal with it. - Why? We can deal with it.

- Are you serious? - Ugh.

Sam, there is a reason that hunters don't hit the same town over again.

- We have a habit of leaving messes. - Right. I agree.

One of Dad's rules: You never use the same crapper twice.

- Everyone uses the same crapper twice. - Not us.

- You know what I mean. - Okay, look.

Uh, this creature is still walking around because of me, right?

I mean, I let it go. Dad also said you finish what you start.

- Okay, I get it. - Do you?

Yes. You're afraid I'll stroll down memory lane...

and I'll kick this wall in my head so hard, hell comes flooding through.

Then I'm some drooling mess on the floor.

- It's not a joke. - Okay, I know.

But listen, what's happening here right now...

it's because I messed up somehow in some big way.

So every person who gets taken, every person who dies, that's on me.

I have to stop it.

And you'd do the same thing.

All right.

I'll follow up with the brunettes. You see what you get from cops.

So you and Nicole were roommates for a long time.

Since college. But we've been best friends forever.

- Hmm. - This whole thing's really surreal.

Are you any closer to finding her, or...?

- We're doing everything we can. - Yup.

Now, you were with Nicole the night she went missing.

- Did she say anything? - Nothing. It's like I told the cops.

I wish there was something.

- Where'd you get this? - Oh, Nicole got that from that FBI guy.

- Agent Roark. About yea high? - Yeah, that was him.

One of the men that disappeared last year lived in our building.

Right.

Agent Roark was asking us all questions about it, I guess.

You guess? So he came by here?

Oh, he came by a few times.

Did he?

To, uh...

- To speak to Nicole? - Right.

And how would you characterize their relationship?

Relationship? They weren't having...

Just the tone or the nature of their conversation.

Well, loud.

And athletic.

Hold it right there! Stop right there!

Hands where I can see them.

Get in my car or you're under arrest.

Look, no, sir. Please just hold on for a second.

There's been a misunderstanding.

Man, you are dumb as a sack of hair.

Coming back here after what you did?

- Look, there's been a misunderstanding. - You are not a damn agent.

- The FBI never heard of you. - Just listen.

Where are the bodies?

- Mothers wanna bury their loved ones. - I don't know.

- Where's Sheriff Dobbs? - I don't know.

You run out of town soaked in blood...

oh, and you bash my brains in to do it...

and you really expect me to buy that?

Look, would you believe that I don't remember anything?

No.

But good luck selling it to the judge.

What happened to my husband?

- Look, I don't know. - Don't lie to me.

I know who you are, Sam. I know what you do.

What?

You do?

Let me get this straight. You're not feds.

- You actually hunt things. - We know how it sounds.

- Not sure you do. - You saw those crime scenes.

You think something human could have taken those guys?

What you're saying, it's impossible.

I don't understand what she's got to do with any of this.

She's my wife.

She works with me at the sheriff's station.

You tell something like this to me, you tell it to her too.

All right, what do you need us to do?

Your husband, he's the sheriff.

Was the sheriff, until he vanished and you vanished.

What was I supposed to think?

That that thing got him, or that you killed him?

I just wanna know what happened.

Heh.

So do I, believe me.

Something happened to me. I have no memory of being here, ever.

What is this, Days of Our Lives? You're telling me you have amnesia?

If I knew any of this, would I have stepped foot into this station?

I'm sorry. I don't even know your name.

If this is some sort of a game...

you're either incredibly clever or incredibly stupid.

I'm telling the truth.

Uh, look...

I don't know what happened to your husband.

But I can find out.

How?

If you really know me, then you know that's my job.

You really don't remember?

No, I really don't.

- I'm Brenna Dobbs. - Brenna...

I'm sorry about what happened to your husband.

But I can find answers.

Just not from in here.

Come on. Help me find some rope.

If it's gonna look like a breakout you're gonna need to tie me up.

What? The boxed stuff doesn't get better with age, Don.

Hey, Sam. So how does it feel to be a fugitive again?

- Hate to say "I told you so." - Uh, you love to say "I told you so."

You're right. I do love to say "I told you so."

So I found out something on, heh, Crazy-Eyes McGee.

- Turns out you two knew each other. - What?

Biblically.

I just spoke to her roommate. I gotta say, man, you really got around.

Soulless or not, heh, I'm kind of impressed.

We got a 2057...

2200 block of Hope Street. Over.

Missing person. Another one.

- Okay, all right. I'll go, you stay. - Yeah. Fine.

- Sam. - What?

- Stay here. - Fine. Go.

Listen, thank you for your time. We're on it.

Yeah. Thanks.

This is Sam.

Leave a message.

Sam, answer the phone, damn it.

I found the connection between the missing chicks.

They all banged the same dude. You. It's you, Sam.

The texts, the victims, all of it, it's a trap for you.

Call me back.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

- You can't be here. - Okay, please just listen.

- What happened to Debbie Harris? - Debbie?

I let you out, and she's just gone.

- And you think I did something to her? - I don't know what to think.

Look, um, I need your help.

Heh. Are you kidding?

I need the case files your husband made about the disappearances last year.

So go to the station and find it.

It's not there. I broke in and I looked, and it's gone.

And I have a theory about who might have it.

Look, we both want the same thing here, Brenna, I promise.

We wanna find out what happened last year...

and we wanna stop what's happening right now.

The file's upstairs.

I'll be right back.

Let's go!

So you guys just travel all the time? I mean, you just pick up and go?

- Doesn't that get hard? - Not when you're young, it's great.

Once you got a family, it's tougher. Deanna got pregnant.

We didn't know what we were gonna do. But Mary was...

She was a blessing.

- There's more in the garage. - Listen, you sit. I'll get it. Ugh.

He misses her. At least you two have each other.

Well, Samuel wasn't really around when I was a kid.

We have more of a, uh, business relationship.

Oh, do you have any other family?

- Family just slows you down. - Sam?

Sam?

- Are you all right? - Yeah. Yeah. Um.

All right, let's see what you have.

- Best guess, it came from an Arachne. - You ever seen one?

No one has. Not outside of Crete and not for 2000 years.

- What do we even know about them? - Zip. Uh, just a bunch of guesses...

and a blurry picture on the side of a Greek vase.

Yeah! Ho, ho!

- Yo, ho, captain. - Smile.

So we got no clue how to kill this thing, huh?

Go at it till something sticks.

Well, great. I got an idea of where it might be, at least.

All the vics have been men in their 30s, all missing within a two-mile radius.

- So we just kick bushes? - No, waste of time.

I mean, it's all suburban sprawl, hundreds of houses at least.

It could be anywhere.

- Lonely Pines Park. - Yeah.

- I say we make this thing come to us. - How?

Uh. Hey, um, Brenna, do you mind if I, um, borrow all this stuff for a couple hours?

Uh, okay, I guess.

You really don't remember Roy, do you?

He was a good man.

I've made peace that he's dead. I have.

But I just wanna know what happened.

I'm sure he died a hero.

Sam, answer the phone, damn it.

I found the connection between the missing chicks.

They all banged the same dude. You. It's you, Sam.

The texts, the victims, all of it, it's a trap for you.

Call me back.

Whoa. Whoa.

I almost shot you. Again. What the hell?

I figured you'd come and talk to her. I told you to stay home.

Did you get my message?

Come on, we gotta get you out of here. Let's go.

So we know that this is a monster with, uh, opposable thumbs...

and unlimited text messaging.

And we know that it wants to kill you specifically.

- Does that about cover it? - It's an Arachne.

A what?

- I remembered. - You remembered?

I'm sorry, uh, what else have you remembered?

- Don't worry. It's nothing to do with hell. - Uh-huh. Not yet, anyway.

What can I do, Dean? Stuff is just starting to come back.

- Maybe it's natural. - We're leaving.

- No, we can't. - We are not the only hunters, okay?

We could call Bobby. He could come wrap this up.

How? Like you said, it could be anybody.

- We got jack for leads. - We know it hates you.

I know who did this. I just... I can't remember.

I don't think you get the risk here, Sam.

- Yes, I do. - Really?

You get that every time you scratch that wall, you are playing Russian roulette?

I know what you think is gonna happen.

- But you know what? It will or it won't. - Sam...

Look, I'm starting to think that I might have done some bad stuff here, Dean.

I don't care if it's dangerous. I have to set things right.

I got a frigging soul now, and it won't let me just walk away.

I'm staying here...

and I need you to back me up.

All right. Why not?

Well, let's Memento this thing, shall we?

You're back because it started again, right?

The disappearances?

You're not feds. You actually hunt things.

You really don't remember?

I, uh, found something on Crazy-Eyes McGee.

Turns out you two knew each other.

Is that blood?

You okay?

That's right. Yeah, Lonely Pines Park, one hour.

Thanks, Roy.

- All right. - Are you sure about this?

The Arachne's been snacking on mid-30s guys.

We need bait that fits the demo. I'm too young. You're too old.

Eighty-nine and counting.

We should've looped Roy in on the plan.

Do we want a credible performance?

- What if something goes wrong? - Roy's a big boy. He'll be fine.

It's just not the way I'm used to doing things.

Got it.

Welcome to the future. Let's go.

Let's hope this thing's hungry.

- Let's split up, look for them. - It's too late.

- Let's go! - They're gone, Samuel.

Look, it's okay.

- I turned on the GPS on Roy's cell. - In English, please?

We can track them back to wherever she goes.

Roy's just some redshirt to you? Just spider bait?

No, no, of course not. This is my backup plan.

My God, son, you're about as cold as they come, you know that?

Yeah, let's go.

Poor bastard.

Help me.

I can't feel...

Roy, hey, where is she?

Well, I guess decapitation works.

Roy.

You're gonna be okay. Just hang in. We're gonna get you some help.

If we can get him to the hospital...

- He can't be helped. - What?

I don't know about Arachne, but I know about spiders.

One brown-recluse bite can kill you. This thing?

Look at these guys. That poison's eating them alive.

- They're just dead men walking. - So, what are you saying?

I'm saying we put him out of his misery.

Sam, please.

Killing this thing saved a lot of lives.

We couldn't have done it without you. You're a hero.

We can't just leave the bodies here. Get the gasoline.

I know what happened.

Roy?

I love you.

- What are you gonna say to Brenna? - Relax, Dean.

Hey, Brenna, it's Sam. I'm just checking in.

Yeah, of course I can swing by.

Okay. Yeah. Bye.

What was that about?

- She wants me to swing by. - For?

She said it's no big deal.

But I can tell she's in trouble.

Dean, back door.

Sam.

Light's on in the shed.

- My spidey senses are tingling. - Shh.

Sam?

Brenna?

Hey.

What you did to Roy...

Is it true?

Answer the question, Sam.

You gotta admit, I look good, Sam. Ha, ha.

- Well, except for your little souvenir. - You win. I'm here.

Let Brenna go. This has nothing to do with her.

You come back around...

start hanging out with my wife...

and you think this has nothing to do with her?

But then, you thought I was out of the way, right?

I gotta say, you get a hell of a lot wrong, Sam,

Like that thing you threw me to.

You thought it was here to feed.

- She was here to breed. - Yeah.

That thing was playing the mating game, and I guess I fit her profile.

Me and all those other poor bastards. She bit us to turn us into what she was.

By the time you pulled that trigger, I wasn't human.

Not anymore.

So bullets didn't hurt me much.

Oh, and neither did fire.

So after you left, well, we ran.

Me, I hid for months, nearly starved.

But you know what kept me going?

Every night, I dreamed about ripping your throat out.

I thought I was sending you a neon sign. The text?

Taking all those girls you screwed? I was kicking so much sand in your eye.

I couldn't figure out why you weren't getting it.

Then Bren tells me you've got brain damage.

It's just too good.

Where are they, Roy? The women.

Scattered in the wind.

They're like me now.

You killed one monster, you made so many more.

Congratulations.

The only question is: Do I kill you...

or turn you?

No. Roy, stop.

Brenna.

Look, I am so sorry.

Brenna, uh, I mean, I...

You okay?

You were right.

We shouldn't have come back here.

Well, you did kill, uh, the spider man.

So you're suggesting what I did back there was a good thing?

- I'm just saying... - What?

Sam, you gotta understand that all that crap last year, all of it...

- none of it was you. - Heh.

Let's be crystal clear, okay?

It was me.

Well, can I get you anything?

What are you now, my waitress?

I'm just trying to make you feel better. Don't be a bitch.

Yeah, I'm fine.

Yeah, you look fine.

All I'm saying is, everything is gonna be okay.

I don't know, Dean.

If I did this here, then who knows how many other...?

Sammy? Sammy?

Sammy, talk to me.