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So what is it, uh, a spirit, demon, what?

- I don't know. - What is it?

- I don't know. - Yeah, we're goo positive.

What does that mean?

- It's not like it's an exact science. - Ugh.

Dude, what the hell?

I don't know.

No, seriously, what the hell?

I don't know.

- One theory, any theory. - Uh...

- Who are you? - Name's Cole.

I did two tours in Iraq. Special Ops, Darfur. Your older brother Dean...

Where is he?

...he and I, we go way back.

What I do is hunt monsters.

You've got a family, Cole. I'm guessing they need you to come back.

And they need you to come back whole.

- Dad! - Dean Winchester murdered my father.

That was not your father, Cole. Your dad was a monster.

- What kind of monster was he? - I don't know.

Never seen that kind before, never seen it again.

Hey, check it out.

Hey.

Porn?

What? No, uh, it's nothing.

Hey, look, no judgment from me. Just not where we eat.

Dude, it wasn't porn.

Okay, erotica, whatever. Zip it up. Check this out. Ahem.

The vic was trained in Krav Mega and jujitsu.

Still ended up with her organs drained...

...and the marrow was sucked completely out of the bones.

So cannibalism.

You thinking a rougarou?

Or a god, maybe.

I'll go dig up my pencil-neck suit.

Wait, wait, wait. What?

What, is this not weird enough for you?

Well, yeah, it's weird, but I mean, we...

I mean...

Right. Ah.

Great. Ten minutes. Meet you in the car.

Great.

Sam. I know what you're doing over there, and it ain't porn.

Look, man, we have checked every website. Okay? We've checked it twice.

Sammy, when we work a case...

...there's always that point...

...when we have to face the truth. Right?

Even if we don't like it.

Well, truth is...

...there's no way around this.

We saw what happened to Cain. Okay? I'm not happy about it.

But I gotta move on.

So I'm gonna keep doing what we do. While I still can.

And I'd like you to be there with me.

Agents, I gather?

Uh, was it the suits or do we give off some son of Fed stench?

Heh, no, no, it's the suits.

What can I do for you boys?

Well, uh, we're here investigating the death of Private Jacki Prescott.

Shoot. You drove all the way down from D.C.?

- Mm-hm. - Yeah, we did.

Well, then sorry to waste your time, agents, but we wrapped that one up.

The guy who did it was a Special Forces officer, Rick Willis.

What makes you sure it was him?

His fingerprints were all over the storage room out on the base where he did it.

Even left his dog tags by the body.

So is he in custody?

Nope. Bastard drank a boatload of gasoline and lit himself on fire.

- Well, that's hell of a way to go. - No kidding.

Left a wife and a baby.

Third suicide we've seen in six months.

Military town.

Would you like some cake?

Mm.

No. You know what? We're okay.

No, it's really good. My partner made it.

Looks great, but we're... No, we're all right.

Uh, we do have one more question.

Were there any bite marks found on the body?

No. The vic was killed with a bowie.

Well, sir, thank you for your time.

Yeah, ahem.

No bite marks. There goes our rougarou.

So, what, a God?

I don't like the sound of that. The guy Molotov cocktailed himself.

That's bonkers. That's like demon-possession bonkers.

Rick did it.

I'm not trying to say that he didn't.

But...

I mean, he just got back from deployment and we've seen what it can do to a soldier's mind.

My Rick...

When he's home and good...

...I have to kill the spiders, you know?

Rick was a kind soul.

He never took more life than he had to.

Did you, um, notice anything strange? Weird?

Like, uh, violent mood swings?

Or weird smells?

No.

But...

Rick was... He was so...

He was thirsty.

Thirsty for what?

Water.

He'd spend half the day drinking from the garden hose.

And then one night, I caught him in the tub drinking the bath water.

When I told him to stop, it was like he couldn't even hear me.

And his skin, it got so dry, it bled.

Did he see a doctor?

I took him to the VA, but he just got on a list to get on a list.

And then he stopped talking.

He just wasn't himself.

I thought maybe it was PTSD.

We're very sorry.

You said that Rick was recently deployed. Do you have any idea where?

No, that stuff is classified.

They don't even let the wives in on it.

Right.

Okay, we'll, uh...

We'll leave you alone, but if something comes up, anything, give us a call.

There's one other thing.

I ran into my friend Jemma at the supermarket.

She's married to Kit Verson, a guy from Rick's team.

She thinks Kit came back different this time.

Kind of felt like we were dealing with the same thing.

Thank you.

Kit's been going through some stuff, for sure.

- Um, it takes him a while to get back to normal. - Thanks.

But he always does.

And what about you. How are you holding up'?

I'm okay.

For the most part.

You know, what happened to Rick and Beth, it...

It's been hard.

There but for the grace of God, you know?

Um, may we speak with your husband?

He, um...

He went out last night, but he should be back any minute.

You know, Kit comes back from these deployments...

...and he needs his space.

So he's been out all night?

Well, yeah.

Ah, oh, God.

I can't even convince myself. Um...

I'm worried.

This isn't like him.

Has he been thirsty?

Like drink-out-of-the-dog-bowl thirsty?

How did you know?

Recognized your wheels.

- What the hell are you doing here? - Jemma called me in.

I've known Kit since we were military brats raising hell on the same base.

He's a good man.

No one's saying he's not.

Oh, really, now? So, what are you two, uh, here for? Jemma's sweet tea?

You wanna tell me why you're really here?

- We're working a case. - Oh, Kit's case?

Honestly, we're not sure just yet, but, um, it's looking like it.

Hmm, says you.

There's a murder-suicide in town.

Your buddy Kit? Same unit as the killer, same whacked-out antics.

So...

Look, we're not going anywhere, all right?

And if you care about your buddy, you'll let us handle this.

Hmm.

No, I think I'm gonna be coming with you.

Oh, the hell you are.

- I got contacts. I can help. - You really can't.

For example, friend of mine works military intelligence.

Owes me a favor.

Would he know Rick and Kit's mission?

Sure.

And he'd tell me all about it.

- Okay, fine. - No, it ain't.

I figure what's going on here, I stick to you two like flies on road kill...

...make sure my buddy comes home in one piece.

Look, I know what you two are thinking, but we are not gonna hunt my best friend.

Who happens to be a frigging war hero, by the way.

We are gonna find him.

And that's the difference.

We're right there with you. Kit's a hero, but...

But you gotta prepare yourself.

Kit might not be Kit anymore.

Uh, sir?

Sir, you have to pay for that first.

Hey...

Now, look what you ma...

Hey...

This guy just came in.

You gotta hurry.

- Here you go. - Thank you.

Yo. Sustenance.

And I got nothing on cattle deaths, freakish weather. None of it.

So, uh, probably not a demon.

Maybe it's not your kind of thing at all.

Well, when in doubt, eat.

Okay, here we go.

I got an encrypted email here from my friend at the Ml.

- And? - Well...

Kit and Rick were sent to rescue an American POW being held in Iraq.

The Najaf cemetery.

Cemetery?

Bastards use them as a, uh, prison.

I got some footage here, ah...

...from the camera on Willie's helmet during his last mission with Kit.

Okay, go.

Clear.

Major Jones?

Major Matt Jones.

Hey, Major Jones, is that you?

Hey. Hey, I'm Captain Kit Verson. We're here to bring you home, man.

What the hell?

What the hell was that?

- I'm guessing that didn't have a happy ending. - No, it did not.

Mission failed.

And that POW got shot by guards.

Really? That's what happened?

Ah, that's the official story.

Kit and Rick came back screwed up. We know that much.

Well, and then Rick jumped the high dive.

God, Kit.

What was that?

I set my phone to get local alerts.

- Is it bad? - It's bloody.

All right, let's get out of here.

Licked the blood off the floor.

Soda jockey back there seemed pretty shook up by it.

Now, the description he gave, medium build, brown hair.

That sound like the Kit you know?

- Yeah, it does. - Great.

It still sound like it ain't our kind of thing?

- Hey, Jem. - Cole.

Uh, the news said someone was killed at the Gas 'N Sip on Kenton.

Yeah, I know. I'm here right now.

You are? What are they saying?

Not much.

Look, I really can't talk right now, I'm sorry...

Wait. Do they think that he-I?

That Kit, ah...

...did this?

I don't know.

If he did, he isn't in his right mind.

And you know that, Cole.

- You got to save him. - Ah.

I will.

I know.

And, uh...

That's the only thing keeping me sane right now.

I was thinking, you know, sometimes when Kit wanted to be alone...

...he would head up north, to his dad's old cabin.

Maybe you could go check it out and I'll stay here in case he comes home.

- Right. - Hey, kung fu grip, you coming?

Hey, Jem, I gotta go.

- So what next? - We hit every cop shop within a 10-mile radius.

- Put the word out, see if we can track Kit down. - And if you find him, what then?

Kit needs help.

He doesn't need a bullet, and he doesn't need a knife.

You know what, Cole, we know you wanna protect your buddy.

- But... - If he's a monster...

...we gotta put him down.

That's the way it's gonna have to be, huh?

That's the job.

So you in or out?

- Thanks for the lift. - It's better this way, all right?

- You keep her calm, we'll keep you posted. - Yeah.

And Cole?

He shows up, don't try and be a hero. Call us.

You got it.

And you bought him dinner.

Kit?

Hey, Kit, you here?

It's Cole.

There's some real serious people looking for you, Kit.

And they won't just wanna talk.

It's bad, Kit.

And it's either me...

...or them.

Hey, Kit?

Hey.

Hey, Kit.

Oh, my God.

I'm sorry. I can't stop.

Wait, wait, wait.

Oh, God.

Oh, God.

Something went down my throat.

- All right, Cole, just try and stay calm. - Oh, God.

- Cole? Something moved.

- It's alive, Sammy. - We're gonna get it out of you, okay?

- How? - We'll figure it out.

Hey, that was a dumb-ass move coming in here alone. You know that, right?

Sorry, should've let the machete brothers cut my buddy's head off.

If you did, maybe you wouldn't be choking down a damn Khan Worm.

- What's a Khan Worm? - You think that's what it is?

- Or some sort of freak cousin. - Freak cousin of what?

Ah, couple years ago, Dean and I worked a case.

We got stuck in a cannery with this worm.

- It'd get into people... - Awful.

All right, so you been to this rodeo before. How do we kill it?

Worst case?

Headshot the person it's in.

- Worm crawls out, we stomp it like a bug. - Ls there a version where you don't cap me?

Yeah. Uh, last time, electrocution made the worm leave the body.

All right, fine. Electrocution it is.

I'm game.

All right. You two get to work, I'll go look for Kit.

- Hey, hey, Sammy. - Yeah?

If we can fix me, we can save Kit, right?

That's the idea.

You know that this is gonna hurt like a son of a bitch.

Hell, I have a wife, a kid, and an upside-down mortgage to get back to.

Whatever it takes, Deano.

Okay.

So last time you saw this thing, it turned people into killers too?

Yeah, except that one did a mind control number on us.

Ah, damn.

Day in, day out...

...you and Sammy saving people from things they just can't wrap their minds around.

Hell, and nobody even notices it.

Hell, at least I get a medal for my efforts.

But you? Heh.

I tried to kill your ass.

Yeah. Well, good times.

I almost took you off the map.

Who'd be saving me now?

Yeah, well, let's not get too sentimental about it.

All right, let's fire this puppy up.

Well, you say that like it's just another Tuesday.

Oh, buddy, it's only Monday.

- Anything? - Last time, it came out of our ears.

And?

I'm not seeing anything yet.

Do it again.

All right, that sucker should've crawled out by now.

Again.

- I keep going, this is gonna kill you. - Again.

Cole.

Hey. Hey.

Cole.

Come on.

Cole.

Hey! Hey. Okay.

- Again. - No.

No, we're done playing Operation. I zap you again, you're toast.

Just take a knee.

Dean. How'd it go?

Worm was a no-show.

- That doesn't make any sense. Last time... - This ain't last time.

Maybe this is a new species. All I know is that Sparky struck out.

Well, there's gotta be something. I mean, everything has a weakness, right?

Well, what about you, any luck?

I'm on my way to Kit's.

Thought I'd check there first.

All right, well, hurry up, man.

You got it.

You Okay?

So this is what "in over your head" looks like.

Just gotta keep your head in the game.

Okay, what do we know about this thing?

Uh, sucker dries you out.

I'm thirsty already, man.

It likes water.

Then when that's not enough...

Blood. I don't know.

Maybe lack of fluids makes the thing hostile.

So it's like a parasite. It wrings you dry, and then it moves on.

So if I dry myself out, son of a bitch wouldn't like that very much, would he?

He'd want the hell out. You'd be a hostile environment.

Well, more than you already are.

Well, to be fair, you really haven't seen my chiller side.

What do you think about rapid dehydration?

Big fan.

Just make sure you squash that sucker when it goes AWOL.

Sounds like a plan.

All right.

Nothing like a sweat lodge in the woods, huh'?

Kit?

Honey.

Look at me.

What's happened to you?

Listen.

Whatever happened, whatever you...

You did, we're gonna fix this.

Okay?

We're gonna get you well.

Baby?

Aah! Kit. Aah!

- Kit, stop, please. - I can't stop.

Are you okay?

You're in a sweat lodge?

You're the one who said everything's got a weakness.

I figure I take a shvitz, kill a freak, call that a good day.

Yeah, if it works.

Ah, well, you got a better idea?

Yeah, I do, actually, Dean.

We know how to end this.

Yeah, plan B for bullet, but we're not quite there yet.

- So just hold tight. - All right.

How's the wife?

She barely holding on. How's Cole?

He's going strong.

Good.

But Dean, Kit is gonna come to, and when I got here, it was bad.

We're on the clock, I get it.

Yeah.

Just keep sweating, man. You're doing great.

Sorry.

I don't understand.

Well, on Kit's last mission, on his deployment with Rick...

...there was an incident.

And something got inside Kit.

Have you seen anything?

I mean, I saw something, okay?

But it was...

It was a monster.

It was a real, live, actual, honest-to-God monster.

And your husband?

It changed him.

What?

Who are you?

My dad.

He got something inside him too, right?

You think this is what he felt like when he turned?

Maybe.

I mean, he was human before he was a monster.

I get it.

Why you did it, Dean.

My dad wasn't my dad anymore.

And if I go down that same road...

...I want you to do that to me too.

That road?

That means giving up.

If you think that's where you're headed, then you got it ass backwards.

You're gonna fight.

Harder than you ever have.

You understand?

Deano?

Will you do me the honor of...

...tying me to this chain'?

Yeah.

Aah!

Come on, we both know you're not gonna do it.

You are gonna sweat this one through.

I can't, Dean!

Yes, you can.

Listen to me. Yes, you can.

Think about your family, hmm.

Your wife, your kid.

Do you hear me?

I appreciate the talk, coach.

But honestly, all I can think about is slicing your wrist...

...and drinking you like a fountain.

I guess that makes me a monster, don't it?

- So you're a hunter. - Right.

And...

I'm sorry, this is gonna take me a minute.

It's, uh...

It's crazy, right? It sounds crazy, I know.

But it's the truth.

I don't care if he's...

...what you say he is, okay?

He's my husband.

Jemma, he tried to kill you.

Was that your husband when you looked into his eyes'? Was that the Kit you know'?

Look, Dean is working on it.

Dean and Cole. We'll figure it out, okay?

- Let me check in with them. - Yeah, all right.

Sam. Sam.

Sam...

Stay here.

Come on, Sammy, pick up.

Don't make me pull this trigger.

I already did.

Holy...

You okay?

Yeah.

Thank God.

Thank God.

- Hey. - Sammy, we did it.

Cole's all right.

Get Kit over here as soon as you can.

It's too late.

Hey, Cole?

Listen, I, uh...

For whatever it's worth...

...I really wish it hadn't ended this way.

Ah, yeah, me too, Sammy boy.

I mean, Kit, he was gonna kill her, and...

I know. Jemma told me everything.

Soldier goes crazy, attacks his wife.

She had to kill him.

Or at least, that's the story that she's gotta tell.

I guess I've seen it all now.

Some.

Not all.

I just wanna go home, see my family.

Wanna thank you, Deano, for keeping me standing.

Well, all it took was a little blood, sweat and, uh, more sweat.

You take care of yourself, you hear?

All right, I will.

But I still hope I don't see the two of you anymore.

No offense.

None taken.

Don't blame yourself for Kit, man.

I... I can't help it, Dean. It feels crappy.

I know it does.

I tried.

I did, I tried. I just...

I couldn't save this one.

You know, you can do everything right, and even still, sometimes...

...the guy still dies.