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You lied to me again.
You decide to trick me

into being possessed
by some psycho-angel?

- And now...
- DEAN: Kevin's blood is on my hands.

But I'll find Gadreel
and I will end that son of a bitch.

- But I'll do it alone.
- What's that supposed to mean?

Sam, people get close to me,
they get killed, or worse.

Just go.
I'm not gonna stop you.

CROWLEY:
It's the bloody Mark of Cain.

The Mark and the Blade work together.

I can give you the Mark, Dean,
if it's what you truly want.

The Mark can be transferred.

Called a friend of ours.
Garth.

He does what we do,
in his own way.

Stop being an idiot.

And you know
what's coming next, right?

Man, this is good.

Oh, Marmaduke, you're crazy!

- Hey, where's Garth?
- On a case.

With the dentist. I don't know.
I haven't heard from him.

Garth still MIA?

(LOUD MOOING)
(MAN GRUNTING)

Hey!
(COCKS GUN)

(PANTING)

(CAR HORN HONKS)

(GRUNTS)
(TIRES SKID)

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

Good afternoon.

I'm looking for a John Doe that was
admitted here a few days ago.

He's a skinny,
Ichabod Crane-looking kind of guy.

Know just who you mean.
Room 113, Agent.

Great, thanks.

He sure is a popular fella.

(SIGHS)

Saw Garth's John Doe
on the police wire.

You?

Yeah.

- Where you coming from?
- New Mexico.

Well, that's a haul.

Especially considering that
I got this pretty much covered.

So, if you wanna...

You spoken to him, yet?

No.

Ass-load of painkillers.
He's been out, since I got here.

What's he being charged with?

- Killing a cow.
- Why?

I was about to see
if I could find out.

Lock the door.

Whoa, hey,
what is that, adrenaline?

Yes, sir.

Are you trying
to jump-start him or kill him?

I want some answers. He walked out
on Kevin, he walked out on us.

So, if you got a better idea...

(GASPS, SCREAMING)

Dean?
Sam?

What is this, a hospital?

Wait.
Am I in Heaven?

All right, take it easy, Garth.
You're in Wisconsin.

You were hit by car.
Do you remember anything?

(GROANS, STAMMERS)

Vaguely.

What's with the hardware?

You tell us.

And while you're at it,
why don't you give us a low-down

on where you went AWOL,
for the past six months.

The only way we tracked you down
was that you offed a cow.

Offed a what?

L...l was on a hunt.

Hunt for what?

Oh, no.
Oh, get back.

(GAGGING)

Oh, God.

(COUGHING AND GAGGING)

Good thing I didn't
give him the adrenaline.

(RETCHING)

Anything on Gadreel?

Actually, yeah.
Turns out, he...

He left some grace in me,
before he bolted.

You know how wrong
that sounds, right?

I wouldn't worry about it,
Cass took care of it.

- Hmm.
- What?

Nothing.
I'm gone for two weeks

and you're like an episode
of Teen Mom.

(COUGHING, RETCHING CONTINUES)

Just breathe, Garth.
Work it out.

What happened to your arm?

Oh... That's a...
A gift from Cain.

Like... the wrestler?

I wish.
That would be awesome.

No, the...
The Old Testament dude.

He got all biblical on me
and gave me his mark.

What does that even mean?
How did that happen?

Crowley and I found him
and he gave me this,

so that I could eighty-six Abaddon,
once and for all.

You worked a job with Crowley?

The devil you know.

Garth?

What?

Son of a bitch.

Why would Garth run from us?

Why haven't we heard from him
for the last six months?

Did you test him?

He was unconscious!
No, I...

He steal a car?

Did he steal a car naked?

I'll see what I can
find on those cameras.

Why don't you go talk
to Farmer Brown.

- See about that cow?
- Yeah.

Last week, it was
a couple of chickens.

Goat, the week before that.

So, when I saw that boy
tearing out of my barn,

hell, yeah, I was gonna
ask questions later.

Now, the animals, were they
all killed in the same manner?

More like sacrificed.

What do you mean by that?

Their organs was ripped clean out.
Only the organs.

If this wasn't some kind of
devil-worship thing, I don't know what.

Hmm.

Well, thanks.
(CELL PHONE RINGS)

Yeah.

SAM: So, the cow wasn't just killed,
it was eviscerated.

- Why was Garth there?
- He said he was on a hunt, right?

Maybe he was hunting
whatever killed it.

Why would he run?

This whole thing's starting to stink.
You know that, right?

Yeah. Well, what about you?
Any luck?

Nada. Cameras were pointing
in the wrong direction.

- You're kidding.
- Wish I was.

- Hmm. So...
- So, Garth's a Hunter.

If he wants to stay gone, he's gone.

We got nothing?

Well, what can I say, Sammy?
We lost this one. Send me a postcard.

Wow.
Make, model...

...license plate.
Really, Dean?

I told you we can't hunt together.

It's for your own good.

I hear you.

And after we find Garth and get
to the bottom of this, I'm gone.

But until then, no more games.

Ride belongs to a girl
named Bess Meyers.

She lives in the next town over.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
Hey, guys.

I can explain, everything's cool.
Just a simple misunderstanding.

Who you talking to?

- What?
- The girl?

What...
What girl?

What the...
What now?

All right, all right, guys,
everyone needs to take a chill-pill

and put their guns down.

You see? Let's all be grown-ups here
and have an adult conversation.

(SNARLING)

No!

Sam.
Sam, please, don't hurt her.

What are you doing?
She's a werewolf!

So am I.

It's okay, baby.
Hold it like that.

What are they doing here, Garth?

- They're friends, I promise.
- They're Hunters.

All right,

we've gotten off on the wrong foot here.
So, let's do things right.

Boys, this is Bess,

my beloved.

And Bess, that's Dean.

He could start a fight in an empty
house, but deep down inside,

he's just a big, old teddy bear.

And Sam, here,
Sam can be a bit insecure, at times,

but for good reason.

Bless his heart.

DEAN: That's sweet.
Werewolf?

All right, guys, look.

About six months ago,
I was outside Portland, Maine,

hunting this big, bad wolf.

I took him down,
but he bit me in the process.

And you didn't call one of us?

And tell you what?
That I messed up?

No, I knew the deal.

There's no cure
so I accepted my fate.

Ate my favorite dish
of Egg Foo Young,

watched the world's greatest movie,
Rocky Ill, and then...

...was ready to eat a bullet
when Bess, here, found me.

And how did she do that?

Smelled him.
How else?

Yeah, she talked
the gun outta my mouth

and as they say, the rest is history.

We've been married
for four months, now.

You're married?

- To a werewolf?
- BESS: Yes.

And my pack has taken him in
as one of our own.

Guys, it's not what you think.
We don't hurt people.

No, you just go all Wolverine
on cattle.

Yeah.

At least he's not
eating human hearts.

Do you have any idea
how hard it is for a bitten

to control his instincts,
like Garth does?

How well he's doing?

Thank you, baby.

Well, it's the truth, honey-bunny.

Wait, a "bitten"?
You're all bitten.

Not at all.
You're either born to it, like I was

or you're bitten, like Garth.

Wait, hold on. You said you were...
You were born a werewolf?

Second generation.

Garth, can we talk to you,
for a sec, alone?

Honey, why don't you go find
some ointment for that arm, okay?

What the hell?

Look, I know you guys wanna
shoot first and ask questions later,

but I checked everything out.

This pack is clean.

Everything's kosher.

Right, minus the part
where your wife attacked me.

Yeah, because you two came busting
in here like a house on fire!

Guns waving, the jawlines
and the hair, it's very intimidating.

What'd you expect?

Dean, no one wants any trouble.
You got my word on that.

Oh, no, that ship has sailed.

We're gonna need a hell
of a lot more than your word.

Okay, okay.
Tell you what,

you want proof?
Come pray with us.

- You there?
- DEAN: Yeah, just pulled up.

Nothing too sketchy yet.

That's a good thing, right?

Not betting on it.

Or are we just that jaded?
I mean, maybe Garth's right.

Well, ain't you a glass half-full.

Any luck with the cops?

Sheriff should be rolling up
any second. Be careful.

Yeah.

(VOICES SINGING HYMN)

You must be Dean.

I'm Joy,
Garth's mother-in-law...

Stepmother-in-law, which I always
thought sounded so silly.

Please, come in.
We're just finishing up.

Why don't you just
tell Garth I'm here?

Dean, you have my word,
you're safe under my roof.

I only ask the same in return.

After all,
I'm not the one carrying silver.

(SINGING CONTINUES)

Thank you, Brother Garth.
Wonderful accompaniment, as usual.

And I'll see the rest of you
in the pews, 9:00 AM, sharp.

No stragglers...
Sister Amelia.

(LIGHT CHUCKLING)

Hi. So, what'd I tell you?
It's all good, right?

Everyone here's a wolf?

- Yeah.
- Yeah, not all good.

Oh, come on, Dean,
you just gotta meet them.

That's Russ and Joba,

Bess' first cousins
on Sister Joy's side.

That's Reverend Jim, Bess' dad.

Leader of the pack and a good man.

Dean, isn't it?
Welcome.

Jim Meyers.
Folks usually call me...

Reverend Jim.
Yeah, I got it.

Oh, my bad.

Dean's got this crazy fear of germs.

I understand your apprehension, Dean.

Hunters and our kind don't have
the best history together.

But I think you'll find
we're not much different from you.

Oh, Sister, I highly doubt it.

Why don't we break bread and see?

Why would I do that?

Dean!

What?

Now, everybody, eat up,

but make sure you leave room for pie.

Sister Joy's pies are famous
throughout the Badger State.

Mm!
Dean loves pie.

Don't you guys say some sort
of a grace or something?

We're more spiritual
than we are religious.

We believe, much like
the American Indians did,

that nature and man are one.

Yeah, that really
worked out well for them.

Why are a bunch of werewolves wearing
silver bullets around their necks?

Sorry, Dean, but we don't use
the "W" word around here.

We prefer the term "lycanthrope."

"We"?

He's entitled to his opinion, Garth.

Many of our kind see themselves
as indestructible.

This is a constant reminder

of how precious our lives truly are.

Yeah, but it's silver.
I mean, doesn't it burn?

Yeah, it does, a bit.
But that's kind of the point.

It's reminds us of our fragility.

My daughter, Bess,
was born a lycanthrope.

It was one of the proudest days
of my life.

Which soon turned tragic,
when a Hunter killed my wife.

Believe me when I tell you,
I wanted to make someone pay.

Then, I looked at Bess...

and I realized the road to revenge

is a dark and lonely one,
which you never get off.

And that hole in the pit
of your stomach,

you never fill it, ever.

Yeah, no, I get it.

So, I chose to look forward,
not backwards.

And the minute I did that,
the powers that be

brought this beautiful,
compassionate,

amazing woman into my life.

And she helped me raise a little
baby girl, as if Bess were her own.

I can't take all the credit.

Daddy had a hand in it, too.
He saw your potential.

"Daddy"?

My father, bless his soul,

was the previous reverend
of our church,

the third generation
in our family to serve.

So, you're fourth generation
werewolf?

Yes.

Look, the good Reverend Jim
and his family

are all a little new-agey
and hippy-dippy-like,

but they're clean as a whistle
and pillars of our community.

Why is the FBI
even interested in them?

I just go
where they send me, Sheriff.

Truth be told, I'm more interested
in murders and X-Files-y stuff.

Anything of that variety,
around here?

No, sir, we're just a small town,
not much crime of any to speak of.

I'm sorry, Agent,
I wish I could be more help.

That's all right.

But if you do think of something
give me a call.

Will do.

Still hungry?

Yeah, no, I was just seeing
if you had any beer.

The sooner you realize that all
is good here, the sooner you can go.

Don't you two have a chew toy
or something to go play with?

Hey, guys.

You mind if I grab a second
with Dean, here?

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

Why are you being
so hard on everyone?

Because there's no way
that all of this

is what it looks like.
No way.

- Why not?
- Come on, man.

I know you drank the Kool-Aid, okay,
but come on.

Look, amigo,

I know this all looks nuts,
but I found it:

love and a family.

Who cares where that comes from?

I do.

I get it.

When I first got here,
I couldn't let go either.

I kept waiting
for the other shoe to drop,

but when it didn't,
I had to accept the truth.

Well, I got another truth for you.

We were all left in the dark
when you went AWOL.

God, I didn't even know
if you were dead or worse.

You should have reached out
and sent someone a message.

And said what, Dean?
That I was a werewolf?

I was embarrassed. I thought it best
for everyone if I just stayed away.

But doesn't mean
that I didn't think about

and miss you and Sam, Kevin.

Kevin's gone.

What?

Gone for good.

What happened?

When he needed me,
I wasn't there, that's what.

Okay, Dean,
they gave you lunch and pie.

Why are we still here?

No, yeah, you're right.

Yeah, Garth's good.

You wanna hit the road,
it's square by me.

Look, I'm just saying,
this wouldn't be the first time

we came across a friendly monster.

Or a family of friendly monsters,
whatever this is.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Agent Perry.

Sheriff, how can I help you?

Really?

Okay.

Well, you wanted weird, Agent.

You tell me what tore up that deer.

Nothing that runs in these parts.

It's fresh blood.

Yes, it is.

Still warm.

That means it died
after we got the call.

Couldn't just accept that all
was good and move on, could you?

You have no idea
what you've walked into, do you?

No matter.

You won't be walking outta here.

Hey.

Look at this.

I've seen that before.

Yeah, that is a favorite accessory
of the good reverend and his flock.

"Ragnarok"?

Yeah, that's Thor, Loki,
Odin stuff, right?

Yeah, it's Norse mythology's End of
Days. Why's it etched onto a bullet?

Who cares?
We got all the answers we need.

I don't know, Dean.
I think we need more.

Oh, what, Sheriff Andy Taylor here
wasn't good enough for you?

Enough to kill Garth?

Come on, man,
let's do this right.

All right, fine.
Clean this up,

grab Garth, lock him up,
until we figure out what's what.

I'm gonna go check out that church.

(LOCK CLICKS OPEN)

Garth?

Seriously?

(TYPING)

(CELL PHONE RINGS)

Hey.
Did you find the lovebirds?

No.
Place is a wreck.

No Garth, no Bess.

What, they were taken?
Well, that's fan-friggin' tastic.

Tell me you got something.

Well, this Ragnarok
End of Days crap...

Star of the story is a wolf named
Fenris, who kills the god Odin,

before the world ends.

Okay...
That helps us, how?

There are cults that consider Fenris
a wolf deity and worship him.

They call themselves,
"the Maw of Fenris."

A cult of werewolves?
What do they want?

Well, Ragnarok is not just a Bible story
to these nut-jobs,

it's an action plan:
Human extinction.

Total and complete
werewolf domination.

And what, this is the ground zero
for their movement?

Freaking Wisconsin, man.

Well, time for Reverend Jim
to go down.

Yeah.
Need any help?

No, no, no, I got it, you just...
You find Garth.

All right.

(SNIFFING)

It's no use, Dean,
I can hear your heartbeat.

You must've done this countless times,
yet you still get nervous.

Nothing wrong with a little fear.

It's what makes us human.

Fear is not a purely human instinct.
Even monsters know fear.

I came to work on my sermon.

Why don't you start by preaching
to me about the Maw of Fenris.

Yeah, that's right. I know all about
you and your pack's little plan.

I assure you,
we are planning nothing.

No? Well, then why did I read
about it in your Good Book?

Because generations ago,
that hate

and misplaced anger
was part of our beliefs.

But ever since I took over here,

I have eradicated it
from our congregation.

Yeah, well, apparently,
some of them didn't get the word.

Like the good sheriff, who just
tried to off me and my brother.

Sheriff Pat?

Let me see your bullet.

- Where is it?
- Where's what?

"Ragnarok."

What?

It was etched
into the sheriff's bullet.

That's impossible.
The Maw is dead.

Yeah, well, tell that to Garth
and your daughter who are missing.

No.

(GROANING)

Bess.

Sam.

What are you two doing?

Russ? Joba?

Mom, what is going on?

- Hey!
- First off, I'm not your mother.

You leave her alone,
you hear me?

You wanna hurt somebody,
hurt me!

Oh, that is so sweet.

But I am going to hurt her,

and him,

but especially you,

for bringing these Hunters here.

I'm gonna hurt all of you.

I'm sorry.

Come on, Sam, pick up, damn it!

(GRUNTING)

Please, don't do this.

Not to Bess,
she's your daughter.

How many times do I have to say this?

Stepdaughter!

I'm the last of my bloodline.

Thanks to you
and your kind, out there.

He's awake.

Well, don't you just look
good enough to eat.

Why are you doing this?

I mean, me, I can understand,
but these people are your family,

your pack.

Last winter,
my little brother, Charlie,

was killed by a Hunter.

My husband counseled
patience, restraint.

Just as when he took over
our beloved church,

he preached a new direction.

Lycanthropes and man would coexist.

Peace was more important
than dominance.

I tried so hard
to make his way work...

...to be a preacher's wife.

But then,

Charlie was murdered.

And I couldn't help
remembering my daddy's sermons.

And by golly,
turns out he was right.

As long as there is a man,
there can be no peace.

Because man destroys.

And I, for one, am sick of it.

(GRUNTS)

(BODY THUDS)

I get it now.

Why coexist, when you can rule?

Bingo.

But my husband
doesn't see it that way.

See, he was bitten,
not born into it, like I was.

He still holds on to his humanity.

Which is why I am so pleased
it will be his claws

that start Ragnarok, not mine.

You and your brother
coming here was

a blessing from Fenris above.

The two of you cornered Garth, here

and then, when Bess came running in

to see what the fuss was about,
you killed her.

No!

Here.

Silver to the heart.

(SNARLING)

You're gonna frame
their murders on me.

My husband turned his cheek once.

I don't think he can do it again.

Hey!
Get away from her!

Killing you gives me no joy,

but Ragnarok,
it's bigger than all of us.

You're sick.

You're just dying for me to get
my claws dirty, aren't you?

(SHOUTING)

Wearing Russ' coat
to hide your scent. Smart.

Oh, I'm full of surprises.

As am I.

Be good, you hear me?

I will.
Thanks, Sam.

How's he doing?

He's taking it pretty hard.

Feels like he should have
seen the signs earlier.

(SCOFFS)

Yeah, well, maybe you were right.

Yeah, he seems like a good man,
considering.

Yeah, and you were right.

Everything around here
wasn't copasetic.

I screwed up, again.

First, Kevin, now this.

Hey, Kevin, that's on me.

I'm the one
that pulled him into all this.

I'm the one that should have
been there to protect him.

Well, I guess there's enough
of that blame to go around, then.

Dean.

Yeah.

I know this may sound
a little crazy, but...

...maybe I could come back
and hunt with you.

I mean, with my werewolf mojo,
we'd have an advantage.

- Yeah, look, Garth...
- No, Dean...

...I wanna make this right.

I never should have left you guys,
especially, Kevin.

Kevin was my friend.

Friends don't do that.

Well, hey, you said it. You know,
who cares where happiness comes from?

Look, we're all a little weird,
we're all a little wacky,

some more than others.

But if it works, it works.

You got something here.

Yeah, even though
they are werewolves...

Lycanthropes, whatever.

Don't let that go.

Okay?
You'll never forgive yourself.

Besides, somebody's gotta live
to tell this damn story someday.

Who better than you?

Now, shut up and come here.

- Really?
- Hurry up, before I change my mind.

- I'll send you that postcard.
- Yeah.

Hey.

Uh...

Listen, that night that...

...you know, when we went
on our separate ways...

You mean the night you split?

Fair enough.

I was messed up, man.

Kevin was dead and I...

I don't know what I was.

Okay.

Hell, maybe I still don't.

But...

...I know I took a piece of you
in the process and for that...

Somebody changed the playbook, man.

You know, it's like
what's right is wrong

and what's wrong is more wrong.

And I...

I just know that when...

When we rode together...

We split the crappiness?

Yeah.

So...

Okay.

Okay.

But something's broken here, Dean.

I'm not saying that it's not.
I...

I just think maybe we need to put
a couple "W" s on the board

- and we can get past all this.
- I don't think so.

No, I wish, but...

...we don't see things
the same way anymore...

Our roles in this whole thing.

Back in that church,

talking me out of boarding up Hell?

Or... Or tricking me
into letting Gadreel possess me.

I can't trust you.

Not the way I thought I could.

Not the way I should be able to.

Okay, look.

Whatever happened...

...we are family, okay?

You say that
like it's some sort of cure-all.

Like it can change the fact
that everything

that has ever gone wrong between us,
has been because we're family.

So, what, we're not family now?

I'm saying you wanna work,
let's work.

If you wanna be brothers...

...well, those are my terms.

(CAR ENGINE FIRES UP)

(CAR DRIVES AWAY)

(English - SDH)