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Bobby! Bobby!

Gunshot wound to the right
frontal area, no exit wound found.

Hello, Mr. Singer.

Your time's up.

Idiots.

Bobby?

Hey!

What's it gonna be? Stay or go?

- You lied. You killed my friend.
- Killing Amy was not wrong.

You couldn't do it, so I did.

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.
Not gonna walk out on my brother.

Do what I did. Decide to be fine
till the end of the week.

Make yourself smile
because you're alive and that's your job.

Then do it again the next week.

Do it right, with a smile,
or don't do it.

Barb, that you?

Good morning.

Hey.

Is that Bobby's?

- Heh. I didn't know you kept that.
- Yeah. Mine sprung a leak, ahem.

You know, most people would just carry,
uh, a photo or something for a memento.

Shut up, man. 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.

Yeah, well, some guy with a foot fetish
run amok.

Grown men thrown so hard
they went through walls.

Ugh, did you even read the article?

No, I was napping.

Well, what else you got going on?
Dick Roman's a dead end for now.

- We might as well stay...
- Stay busy.

- Exactly.
- Yeah.

The latest, but probably not the last.

You always work this late?

Ugh. Hours suck, yeah,
but great benefits package.

- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah.

- Ten percent co-pay on all drugs.
- Seriously?

- Just generic?
- No, name brands are cool.

Yeah.

So, uh, what's our boy here weigh?

Uh, a buck 90. Thrown against the wall
so hard it buckled.

Based on the blood at the scene, hands
and feet were cut off while he was alive.

The killer wanted him to suffer.

And all vics are 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.

- That's as good as it gets.
- Right.

- So we have a match?
- We do not.

Samples were rejected. Genetic markers
don't match anything we've seen.

- Didn't match any person in the database?
- No. They don't match anything human.

I'll admit, it could be in the general
vicinity of the ballpark of our thing.

Yeah. Uh, "Didn't match anything human"
usually seals the deal for me.

Uh, I've never seen this symbol before.

Let's go back to the motel,
haul out the laptop.

That's a great idea.
Actually, a brilliant idea.

Here's my counter. You do that...

...I'll go undercover,
mingle amongst the locals...

...see what kind of clues
bubble to the surface.

You're going to a bar.

Wow.

If you wanna oversimplify it.

Um, heh, dinner and a movie,
which sounded fine...

...except the movie
was Human Centipede.

Well, so wait, uh,
you had a problem with that?

The date from hell.

Dating, right? Ugh.

But what's the option?

I don't see settling down
any time soon.

That's something you don't hear
every day.

Heh. 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 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.

- Heh. You speak Japanese?
- Enough to get by.

Well...

- ...look at you.
- Yeah, look at me.

So...

You wanna move this conversation
elsewhere?

Hi.

What can I do for you?

- 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. Heh.

- 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.

Thanks.

Hmm. 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 on the chest.

Hmm. Whoever the killer is,
the guy's a monster.

Excuse me.

This guy just like the last one.
Uh, early 30s, decent-looking.

Yeah. Uh, just like the first three.

You know, fairly successful,
no known enemies.

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 sorry.
Jerry was killed sometime last night.

You live nearby?

Yeah. Two doors down.

You, uh... You know anyone
who would wanna harm Jerry?

No. He's 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.

- Vic's wife caught him cheating.
- 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 gotta go get it.

Not only do you know her name,
you're gonna call her.

Bite me.

How sweet, she gave you her number.

They always give you their number.

- Hello?
- Lydia.

Hey, it's, uh, Dean. From last night.

Uh, listen, I think I left something
over at your place.

It was an old flask. Um...

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.

She's real busy.

Breathe.

Control, Lydia.

As in all things.

One final push.

The pain is an honor.

What will we call her?

You will 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.
- Uh, 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 IRS.

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? Ha, ha.

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.

Dear God. Where'd you find this guy?

Supposed to be top in his field.

When his field includes
things that go bump in the night...

...he's gonna be worth the breath
we wasted.

So, what are we supposed to do?
Spin our wheels?

Sam, this is us spinning our wheels,
okay?

Dude, you know what?
I wanna 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? Uh, Lydia?

Heh. Wait, so some girl is actually
dumping you the morning after?

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.

Anyway, I, uh, left that flask over here
the other night.

Yes. I found it.
So beat up and old I almost tossed it.

Yeah. Well, the guy it belonged to
was beat up and old too...

...but I was very close with him
and I'd, uh, 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 see why you're busy.
Babysitting, huh?

No.

Yours?

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.

Sorry, I gotta take this.

Hello?

Mm... Hey. Where are you?
It's a flask, not the Holy Grail.

I'm a people person, all right?
I'm engaging in some social skills.

- Henh.
- You get anything out of Morrison?

No. Not yet.
Would you get back here?

- We're due at the crime lab.
- Mom, pick me up.

- Dean?
- Hang on.

- Why don't you just me?
- 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 fed's 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 other cold cases. If it's
the same killer, he crossed state lines.

That would bring you guys in.

Heh. 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.

- There a chance you have a copy?
- Yeah.

Great.

- The Cobalt Room.
- Hmm. 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.

According to a security guard,
he left with a hot girl.

- Two days later, he's an obituary.
- Same with Jerry Price.

Mm-hm. And far as I can tell,
at least a couple others in there.

- Same thing in Chicago.
- Yep.

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?

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.

- 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?

There was an identical murder fest
two 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,
lines up. Trails always went cold.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

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 dodged a bullet.

Gotta go.

Nice talk.

Emma. Hurry up.

Come on, Emma. Time to go.

Emma...

...you be a good girl.

Make us proud.

I will, Mama.

Bye, Emma.

I hate when this happens.

Maybe she has another kid
she didn't tell you about.

No, 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.

You would've been focused on that.

Hey, that's the first thing you notice.
Red flags.

Pfft.

- 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 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 has gotta be 5. And same name.

Emma.

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.

- 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.

Now we consume that kill
as a symbol of unity with those...

...who completed their blood missions
and furthered the life of the tribe.

Go ahead, Emma.

You need to eat.

You know, identifying this scrawl
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.
- Amazons.

- Like Wonder Woman?
- No, 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.
- Hands and feet cut off.

- Now, that is interesting.
- Caught our attention.

After they were impregnated, they killed
the male, first cutting off body parts.

I couldn't check their IDs...

...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?
- That 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.

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
for the stupid...

- Would it kill him to have a system?
- He has a system.

His files are set up like his brain.

Uh. You got anything?

Uh, yeah. There's this whole crazy side
to Amazon lore...

...Professor Morrison
didn't even mention.

He doesn't believe in it. A handicap
when you're trying to deal with it.

Right. Um...

Apparently,
there was this long bloody war.

Amazon population was decimated.
They made a bargain with Harmonia...

...to replenish their ranks,
make them stronger.

I'd say throwing grown men
through walls is 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?

- Doesn't say. 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.

Babies grew incredibly fast.
Then the aging process became normal.

Which is one way to make an army,
I guess.

The mating cycle's every two years.

They send out all the women
who've reached child-bearing age.

This lines up. This happens every
couple of years in different towns.

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 a...
- Don't say it.

- 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 don't think...

No. Stop. We're not gonna talk
about this anymore...

- ...because my skin's starting to crawl.
- But if it's true, if it happened...

I know.

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.

Going through Bobby's files...

...Is like dumpster diving.

Yeah, tell me about it.

So it makes sense why the Amazons
all wanted to hook up...

...with decent-looking, successful guys.

- Picky about the gene pool?
- Right.

So...

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.

Redline.

Oh, and power lines by the open window
where there's a breeze...

- ...that could've moved the papers.
- You feel a breeze?

Doesn't matter, Dean.
The readings are useless.

Hey. Maybe, uh...

- We burned him, Dean.
- So what?

- What are you suggesting?
- I don't know. What are you?

- Concentrate on something else.
- Why?

Because it's not Bobby.

- Could be.
- 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.

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.

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.

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 wanna be like them.

Okay.

Come on in.

Have a seat.

Okay. Ahem.

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.

And 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...

Heh. 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?

A crazy drunk old genius.

Yeah, they always have the good stuff.
Well, it's in Greek.

- Yeah. Yeah, 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.

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.

Well, what happens
when they find out you're missing?

They may have already found out.

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.

I 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.
- I should kill you right now.

Sure. But you could've 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.
- It's true.

You're the reason 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 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.

This is the mother ship.

Let's get this done.

They're gone.

You know what, I don't like it either.

I wanted to torch 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.

- The hell you were. Think I'm an idiot?
- 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?

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...

It almost got you killed.
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.

- And what's that supposed to mean?
- Means I'll do what I can.

You can shut up about it.