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(BANGING ON DOOR)

Oh, good, you're home. Listen, you gotta help me bury a body.

BOBBY: His real name is Rufus Turner. He's a hunter.

- One of your old friends? - Have you seen this man?

- No. - I ain't asking for no help.

Never seen that dick.

I'm not asking for your permission.

- How do you know he's a dick? - Lucky guess.

Missed me?

BOBBY: He always used to pull the old "Can't work on the Sabbath" card

whenever we had to bury a body.

Taught me a thing or two about what's really out there.

Pretty soon, we were riding together.

Worked like that for years. Kind of like you two knuckleheads.

Just like old times.

- Long as I get to drive. - (CHUCKLES)

Hell, no!

(SCRAPING)

I'm not mad, honey. I'm just outnumbered.

This place is way more of a fixer-upper than we thought.

Like, I'm starting to see why it was on the market for so long.

No, I know.

You're right. You're right. One room at a time.

Starting with this awful wallpaper.

(CHUCKLES)

Thank you.

Yeah, love you, too. Love you too, Maya. Okay. Bye.

(SIGHS)

(CHILD SCREAMS)

Kat?

- Kat? - Mommy...

(SIGHS)

Something bad is in the house.

It was just a nightmare, honey.

But I heard footsteps.

Why did we have to move here?

And why is it so cold in my room?

Yeah, it is cold in here, huh?

But the furnace is going to be fixed tomorrow.

So, just gotta be patient, okay?

We all do.

Can I get you anything?

- I'm thirsty. - Okay.

One glass of water, coming right up. But then, back to sleep. Okay?

Okay.

(SIGHS)

(GASPS)

(BREATHING SLOWLY)

(FOOTSTEPS)

Momma?

(DOORKNOB CLICKS)

(SCREAMING)

All right, nothing on Amara. Nothing on Cass.

Keep your head up. We're gonna win this. Remember?

Yeah, that was before two weeks of squat.

Yeah. Well, look, nobody said it was gonna be easy.

You know the drill. Meantime, we hunt. Check this out.

Naoki Himura.

Said her little girl was attacked by an entity.

- Kid's in a coma. - Yeah.

Only sign of trauma is what the mom is describing

as a handprint from the alleged attacker.

But no one else was in the house at the time, so...

So, vengeful spirit? Poltergeist?

It's worth finding out. It's only a couple hours away.

You really think now's the time to take our eye off the prize?

Hey, we can’t just sit around, and wait for a lead.

Plus, it'd be nice to get a win. This case seems like a layup.

Yeah, when was the last time we had a layup?

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

NAOKI: My wife is flying back, but her flight's been delayed in London.

So, I'm alone in all this.

Well, we're here to help however we can.

I appreciate that,

but why would the FBI have any interest in this?

Just doing our due diligence.

You know what, why don't you go ahead and tell us about the night of the attack?

Nobody believes there was an attack.

Even the Internet thinks I'm crazy.

Well, we don't.

Okay. Well, Kat woke up screaming.

I thought she was just having a nightmare.

But she said she heard footsteps

and that she felt something bad in the house.

- Did you also hear footsteps? - No.

Did you notice anything else? Cold spots or flickering lights?

Yeah, actually.

The lights were out in her room,

and it was cold in there.

What does that mean?

Would you mind if we went and had a look at your house?

Sure, yeah. I mean, if you think it's gonna help.

There's a hide-a-key under a painted rock by the front door.

- Great. Thank you for your help. - Yeah. Sure.

Excuse me, can I help you boys?

Maybe.

Special Agent Rizer.

This is my partner, Special Agent Bean. We...

Why do the FBI keep coming back to that house?

Excuse me?

A handful of years ago, the FBI came here.

I'm the head of the Neighborhood Watch, you know,

so I asked the two agents what they were doing here.

And what'd they say?

Not a thing.

They were two of the rudest people I'd ever met.

Huh.

By any chance, were these agents, um,

elder statesmen?

Yeah. Friends of yours?

(SNORING)

- (GASPS) - (GUN CLICKS)

Why are you sleeping in your car, Bobby? It's lunchtime.

- What the hell am I doing here? - You're helping me with a case.

Like I told you on the phone. You okay?

The Apocalypse is on the horizon and you want to hunt a damn ghost?

Well, unless you found a way to stop the end of the world

during your little siesta, we got jack all on any of that business.

You know, I knew you were in the area,

heard about this possible little gig. I thought a win would be nice.

Oh, wait!

- I'm supposed to be your friggin' backup? - Yeah.

Well, if by "backup," you mean you do all the heavy lifting while I watch.

It's Shabbat!

- Are you serious? - Deadly.

You drove over here! Ain't that against the rules?

Uh-uh-uh.

Less talking. More hunting.

Excuse me, what are you gentlemen here for?

FBI, ma'am. Special Agent Riggs.

My partner, Special Agent Murtaugh. We're on official FBI business.

Nothing to worry about.

Well, lam in charge of the Neighborhood Watch here, sir.

I would like to know what this official business is you're here about.

It's officially none of your damn business, ma'am.

- Were you ever nice? - 1985.

Worst year of my life.

(EMF READERS RESONATING)

Hm.

(EMF READER FLUCTUATING)

I'm getting hits everywhere down here.

Yeah, upstairs, as well.

All right. So, what? Bobby and Rufus worked a case here back in the day?

I mean, we've had houses with multiple ghosts before.

I don't know, Dean.

I mean, the world is small. But it's not that small.

I have got a couple of Bobby's old journals in the trunk.

Why don't we dig into those?

Dig into the history of the house. See what's what.

It was our first night in the house. We'd all gone to bed.

And then Will, my son, he called out for help.

Said he heard a strange noise. Sounded like footsteps.

My husband and I ran to his room,

but by the time we got there, my baby was on the ground. Unconscious.

Did you notice anything else that night? Cold spots or lights flickering?

Actually, yes! Both.

Will's room was cold and the lights were out.

The doctors don't know what's wrong with him.

Apart from the strange mark on his ankle, there's no sign of trauma.

How do you mean "strange mark"?

It looks like a handprint.

Well, thank you very much.

Uh, do you know of any affordable motels in the area?

Get this. The manager said two FBI agents stayed here years ago.

So I got the same room. For luck.

Sorry to disturb reading time, Your Holiness.

Do not religiously persecute me, Bobby.

Tell me something, huh?

Why were you sleeping in your car earlier?

Cops got nothing.

Oh, you're really aren't going to answer me, huh?

Well, I got the realtor's report on the house.

'Cause they legally have to tell you who died in a house before you buy it.

Look at you, being all smart.

So who died?

(SIREN WAILING)

There were two deaths at the house.

The first was accidental. And don't laugh,

a dude choked on a chicken bone. And the other was a murder.

Uh, a man shot his wife.

Well, Bobby and Rufus were definitely on a ghost hunt.

Uh, "Grand Rapids, Michigan. Possible ghost hunt with jackass."

That's all he wrote?

Yeah, I guess Bobby never got around to finishing it. Slacker.

Okay, so, they were either hunting chicken bone or ass-hat.

One ghost breaks bad back then, the other's been marinating until now.

- Um... - The only problem I see

is that we don't know

what bones Bobby and Rufus burned, so we might have to dig up two graves.

I don't know, Dean. I think there's more to it than that.

I mean, somethings not right. It's all a little too easy.

Hey, easy like Sunday morning works for me, okay?

We could wrap this up quick. Get back to hunting Amara. Get Cass back.

I mean, hey, you said it yourself.

This case is supposed to be a layup, right?

Yeah, but as much as I hate to admit it, you were right.

You know, I mean, when have we ever had one of those?

Come on! You think Bobby and Rufus wasted any time arguing about this kind of crap?

Let's go.

Damn it, Rufus. Why do you have to make everything so friggin' complicated?

What's complicated?

I'm just saying it's not a ghost. It's a Baku.

What?

- A Japanese... - I know what a Baku is, you dumbass.

We hunted one together in Alaska.

All right. I'll bet you a bottle of Johnnie that it's a Baku.

Well, get ready to buy me a bottle of Johnnie, 'cause it ain't a Baku.

It's a ghost. Plain and simple.

And the sooner we get to burnin' bones,

the sooner we can get back to figuring out how to save the world.

Now come on, we got diggin' to do.

"We?" "We?" How many times I got to tell you, man?

Would it kill you to at least wash this damn thing?

Smells like roadkill casserole in here!

BOBBY: Just shut up, you idjit!

- (WOOD CREAKING) - (BOTH GRUNT)

Son of a bitch!

- SAM: Ashes. - (DEAN SIGHS)

(PANTING) There's gotta be an easier way to dig graves.

(MECHANICAL WHIRRING)

Why are you stopping?

'Cause it's your turn.

What? What, my turn? Hey, yo, yo, Bobby...

Read my lips, Bobby.

I cannot help you, all right? It is Sabbath.

It is after sundown. So get to digging.

Good catch.

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTING)

Bobby, can I ask you something?

Long as it's not about why I was sleeping in my car earlier.

Why were you sleeping in your car earlier?

(SIGHS)

Been burnin' the midnight oil last couple of weeks.

Up for days.

Looking for ways to stop the Apocalypse.

Looking for anything.

Sam and Dean, they're right in the middle of this thing.

I'm worried about my boys, Rufus.

Your boys?

Hey, hey. All right. Okay, Papa Bear.

But you know more than anyone, Bobby.

Even if we find a way to keep the world spinning,

not everyone's gonna be on that bus ride home.

Sacrifice, greater good...

All that jazz.

Yeah. I know.

Oldest rule of hunting, Bobby. You can't save everyone.

(METAL CLANGING)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

- Oh, come on! - Come on!

(BOTH PANTING)

Bobby always was thorough.

Two ash cans. Which means we're not hunting a ghost.

- Told you. - Yeah, yeah, yeah.

You were right, for once.

So then, what the hell are we hunting?

- (ELECTRICITY CRACKLES) - (SOFT GASP)

(GASPING)

(SCREAMING)

(ECG BEEPING)

Yeah.

Okay. Thank you. I appreciate it. Bye.

- This has happened before. - You first.

Just... Come here. Dr. Richards.

This is my partner, Special Agent Rizer.

This is Dr. Richards. Now, she's retired, but...

I still have friends on staff here.

So when I heard that two family members had lapsed into unexplained comas,

I came into see if I could help.

So, you were here when this happened before?

Yes.

Two FBI agents spoke to me about that case, too.

DR. RICHARDS: Mary Henderson went home to get her son's favorite doll.

When she didn't answer any calls, her husband phoned the police.

- They found her. - And she's...

Same as her son. Weird mark on the ankle, that's it.

So, it's some kind of coma?

None like I've ever seen.

How do you mean?

Well, their vitals are fading rapidly.

They don't show some signs of rallying soon,

I'm worried we may lose them.

So, what happened?

What happened? I have no idea.

The next day, mother and son woke up. Both perfectly fine.

Obviously, I hope the same thing happens here, with these two.

Their vitals are failing as well. So...

Okay, thank you for your time.

- So, Bobby and Rufus' case... Huh. - Yeah, it's back.

- Whatever it was. ls. What did you find? - I talked with the local PD.

The actual cops that found Mary Henderson

back in the day and brought her to this hospital.

Are the Hendersons still around?

WOMAN: Sick!

Come on!

Mary Henderson?

- Hi, we're Special Agents... - Oh, God.

Is it happening again? Am I... Is my son in danger?

(STAMMERS) No, no. Everything's fine.

Um, but we would like to talk to you about what happened with your son.

Next thing you know, I woke up in the hospital

and one of the FBI agents told me

to never touch the wallpaper in the sitting room.

Two people are in great danger.

Anything you can remember. Any little detail.

I, um...

When I was in the coma, I had a dream.

I mean, it was more like a nightmare.

It was like I was in the house, but it wasn't the house.

Everything was dark.

It looked faded.

And at first, I was alone, but then I started to see things.

What did you see, exactly?

My husband. He was dead.

I closed my eyes, and when I opened them, he was gone.

I tried to leave the house but I couldn't.

And then, that's when I started to see them.

Spirits or something. I don't know. Like I said, it's all faded now.

It was just a bad dream.

And what happened when you woke up?

Well, we tried to move on, you know.

But I couldn't shake the bad feeling.

So, we put the house up for sale, then the market crashed.

So, finally, we just walked on the mortgage.

Which is why we now rent and probably will forever.

Destroying our credit was worth it, though.

Anything to get away from that damn house.

(BIRDS WARBLING)

Dean!

Check this out.

Look at this.

You recognize that?

Vaguely. Looks like they broke the seal when they were redecorating.

What the hell are we hunting?

(RAY PRICES NIGHT LIFE PLAYING)

I got it. I think.

A soul eater? What the hell is that?

Undead creature that feeds on souls. Hence the name.

They exist in a place between our world and another.

Soul eater moves into a house, and once it does,

it makes what the lore refers to as a "nest."

"A place that exists outside of time and space."

The nest looks and feels like whatever house the soul eater is in.

So, Mary didn't have a nightmare when she was in her coma.

Remember she said that she was in her house,

but it wasn't her house? She was in the nest.

The soul eaters aren't really here or there.

But apparently, they can muster enough strength to yank their vics' souls

out of this world, and into their nest.

And then as soon as the vic's in the nest, they're outside of our space and time.

Okay. Well, what about Mary, uh, seeing her dead husband and her son?

Apparently, the nest messes with their victim's head.

Shows them things they love, parts of their soul, in distress.

It keeps the victim's soul vulnerable.

So what happens to the meat-suits in the real world?

BOBBY: They wither and die in the real world.

Which explains Mary and her son's failing vitals.

And the soul eater

closes up the nest and moves on to the next house.

What happens to the remains of the souls in the nest?

Well, they wither, too. But they stay with the soul eater,

keeping it fed in lean times. Sort of like a cud.

Ew.

Well, that sounds perfectly awful.

We gotta kill this bastard before the Hendersons' bodies wither and die.

According to the lore, they can't be killed.

But I'm pretty sure they can be trapped.

I think I've faced one of these soul eaters before.

Are you serious?

DEAN: There was a case down in Goodlettsville, Tennessee.

Bobby got a call from another hunter, a guy named Harvey.

Uh, he was hunting a case, house was rumored to be chock full of poltergeists.

But he couldn't find the bones to burn. So, he calls Bobby for backup.

Bobby hightails it down there.

He goes into the house, buckshots, guns blazing...

No, no, no, no, no.

Do not tell me how you tell it. Tell me how it really happened.

I stepped one foot inside that house and filled my drawers.

You could feel the badness, Rufus.

I found Harv on the floor. In a coma.

I tried to help, but it looked like he'd been there for days.

And then, I heard footsteps.

I was trapped.

But I had this old Celtic sigil.

Sort of a "break glass in case of emergency" sort of thing.

Supposed to trap monsters

but, to be honest, the damn thing never worked before.

But it was all I had.

So I started, and this house's bad juju,

it just got a hell of a lot worse.

Then I finished the sigil, and once I did, the house went back to normal.

And, urn, Harv?

He never did wake up.

Yeah, well.

Oldest rule, Bobby.

Oldest rule.

So, uh, you actually trapped a soul eater?

Bobby and Rufus put up their sigil and trapped the soul eater in its nest.

Right, yeah.

(STUTTERS) And it stayed there until Naoki

accidentally broke the sigil's seal when she redecorated.

Right. Which set the soul eater free.

Okay, but if their sigil only trapped it,

then how did Mary and her son's souls get out of the nest?

Maybe the trap forced their souls out?

I don 't know.

You know, there's got to be more to this.

You know, it's too bad Bobby and Rufus aren't around to see this stuff.

They'd have been great Men of Letters.

Yeah. Grumpy Old Men of Letters, but yeah.

Wait a second. Check this out.

Looks like the Men of Letters found a way to kill soul eaters.

DEAN: Awesome. How?

Well, it looks like it's another sigil. More complicated. Uh, made from blood.

You cut your hand and you paint this badboy inside the house

while the same thing is painted...

Inside the nest.

Which means one of us has to go in there.

- Yeah. - Not it.

Dude.

(SCOFFS)

We are never settling anything with that stupid game again. Ever.

All right. I'll paint here.

So, you paint yours here.

Now, your sigil sets the table, mine actually kills it.

All right. You got your blood?

- Right here. - (WOOD CREAKING)

- All right, let's do this. - Yeah.

If memory serves, things are about to get hairy.

You want to hold my hand?

- (WOOD CREAKING) - (FOOTSTEPS)

Keep paintin', Picasso.

(FOOTSTEPS CONTINUE)

- (WOOD CREAKING) - (FOOTSTEPS CONTINUE)

- (WOOD CREAKING) - (FOOTSTEPS)

Come and get me, you son of a bitch!

Stay away from me, you son of a bitch!

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

(GASPS)

(GRUNTS)

(GROANS)

Sam?

Sam?

Okay.

Rufus?

Oh, God!

WILL: Are you real?

Will Henderson?

Yes, sir?

Am I in trouble?

No, no, no, son. Not at all.

My name's Bobby Singer.

And I'm here to...

Well, I'm stuck here, too.

But I'm gonna take care of you, okay?

- Have you seen your mother? - No.

Have you seen anyone strange?

You mean the sad people?

The who?

They're right behind you.

They look sick. You don't see them?

No.

But we're gonna get out of here.

My friend's gonna help us.

Bobby?

Bobby? Bobby?

Bobby?

(WOOD CREAKING)

Oldest damn rule, Bobby. Oldest rule. I'm sorry.

(SAM GRUNTING)

All right, I got you. Stay with me. Okay, I can do all this.

KAT: What are you doing?

It's Kat, right?

It's nice to meet you, Kat.

Not supposed to talk to strangers.

And that is a solid rule.

My name's Dean Winchester. See?

Now I'm not a stranger.

I'm here to get you out of this place. Have you seen your mom?

I can't see her. It's too crowded in here now.

I don't see anybody.

You'll see them soon.

How about we get you out of here instead?

Your mom's around here somewhere.

We'll look for her. Stick together, okay?

Mommy!

No, wait. I said stick together.

What the...

(GASPS)

(WOOD CREAKS)

Bobby?

Whoa.

Shoot me, you kill your friend.

Rock salt. Bobby can handle it.

Now, now. No need to hurt anyone.

Just come along with me. Into the nest.

Why? So you can show me a bunch of messed-up stuff in there

while my fabulous body rots out here?

I don't think I want to take that ride.

It's pretty.

Thanks.

I don't like it here.

Yeah, me neither.

And my brother,

he's making a painting just like this one.

And when he's done, we're out of here. Okay?

Come on, Sam, the table's set. Let's do this.

There's more of them now.

(GASPS)

Dean!

I can't let you finish that finger painting, boy.

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTS)

Just come with me. Into the nest.

I can keep you safe. From The Darkness.

Dean, listen to me. I know you're in there. Fight this!

Rufus, I can't let you trap me.

Ooh.

Then we got a problem there, don't we?

(GRUNTING)

(GRUNTING)

Dean, stop this!

(GRUNTING)

You know your brother wants to go to The Darkness.

He needs to go. But I can keep him safe.

Both of you. Forever.

(FOOTSTEPS)

Yeah, that can't be good.

(GRUNTING)

(GRUNTS)

They're leaving.

Bobby? Bobby?

(PANTING)

- You okay? - (EXHALES)

What the hell just happened?

(GROANS)

Hey. Hey. Dean, Dean! You good? You good?

- All right. I got you. - (GROANS)

(SIGHS)

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Well?

Well, everybody's awake and happy.

BOBBY: So, what happened?

It was a trap spell. We should be trapped, too.

It was a Baku, Bobby.

I killed it while you slept. That'll be one bottle of Johnnie, please.

- It wasn't a damn... - The trap sigil pushed your souls out.

Case closed. You're welcome.

- I don't like it. - Who gives a damn what you like?

Take the win.

- (SIGHS) Yeah, yeah. - Are you okay, Bobby?

I'm fine.

Huh.

You saw something.

In the nest. Didn't you?

What'd you see, Bobby?

MY boys.

Both of them. Both of them dead.

Then I saw...

- Well, I don't know what the hell I saw. - RUFUS: Yeah, well...

Forget the oldest rule, Bobby.

Are you gettin' soft on me, Rufus?

Yeah, soft this.

Mm.

KAT: No, no. I'm okay. I can't wait to go home.

Yeah, I still don't understand what the hell just happened.

SAM: All you need to know is that your house is safe now.

Kitchen may need a remodel, though.

Mmm. That's okay. I think we're selling.

Fair enough. All right, take care of yourself.

NAOKI: Thank you.

For everything.

(BOBBY CHUCKLES)

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Dean? You boys okay?

DEAN: Yeah, we're fine, Bobby. Where the hell have you been?

- I've left three messages. - Well, I was...

Look, I got a possible lead on Lilith in Maine,

but we're on a case in Reno. I texted you the address,

so if you're done sittin' on your ass...

(ENGINE STARTS)

RADIO DJ: And here's another classic as our Flashback Lunch continues.

Idjits.

Okay. You know, Bobby's journal never mentioned him going into the nest.

It didn't say anything, actually.

You think it really was him or...

I don't know. Maybe it's like you said before.

That Bobby and Rufus' trap sigil forced their souls out of the nest back then,

and that the soul eater was just making me see things.

However, if Bobby did go into the nest back then

and you said that the nest exists outside of space and time, then...

Theoretically, couldn't he and I have been there at the same time? Right?

My head hurts. (CHUCKLES)

Well, let's get drunk and not think about this ever again.

First we gotta stop in Tennessee, though. Bobby's old soul eater case.

He wouldn't want any unfinished business

- on the books, you know. - (SIGHS)

Fine. This time, you're going to the nest.

(LAUGHS)

Hey, you said the soul eater made you see "things." Plural.

So, what else did you see?

I saw you. Dead on the floor.

(SCOFFS)

What?

Uh...

How messed up are our lives

that you seeing a vision of dead me is actually kind of comforting?

(SCOFFS)

- Yeah. - (ENGINE STARTS)

RADIO DJ: And here's the last classic of the day.

Let's take it on the road with the Allman Brothers.

(MUSIC PLAYING ON RADIO)

English - SDH