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- You okay? - No.

I spent my life running from Hunting, I never wanted this for you and Sam.

It just feels like yesterday, we were together in Heaven. And now...

Mom. What are you trying to say?

I have to go.

DEAN: This whole Mom thing, it's...

I mean, we get her back, and then she leaves.

AARON: My grandfather spent the rest of his life trying to track down

something he called the Thule Society.

They were this twisted, secret fraternity, hell-bent on world domination

that sponsored the early days of the Nazi Party.

SAM: This last page is a roster

of every dead Thule member who was reanimated.

This is why they killed my grandfather?

You Nazi pig.

(LAUGHING)

SAM: One Rabbi Isaac Bass.

He spontaneously combusted.

(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

Nazi bastards.

(DEAN SCREAMING)

(GROANS)

(GROANS)

(GRUNTS)

(SCREAMS)

Anything in there on how to kill it?

If you want a friend of the Thule to stay dead, burn the body.

You will never kill all the Thule.

Long live the Thule.

Hello?

Oh. (CHUCKLES) Mrs. Lloyd. You're early.

I'm always early. Where is it?

All business, I like that.

1931, solid gold.

Look at that craftsmanship. Mmm?

No ma'am, they don't make them like this anymore.

Beautiful.

- I brought cash. - How thoughtful.

Unfortunately, there has been a change.

In the price.

W... We had a deal.

Well, you call it a deal, I call it the start of negotiations.

You know, tomato-tomahto. (CHUCKLES)

I couldn't let it go for less than 80.

(SCOFFS) Are you out of your mind?

Well, I am not, but you folks are mad about this stuff.

I mean, personally,

I don't, uh, see the appeal.

But, if you're not interested, I can always, uh, find a new buyer.

Do you know who you're talking to?

Good luck finding that "new buyer"

when the community finds out how I've been treated.

Fine. Your loss.

Wait.

What's that?

Oh, I don't...

(GROANS)

(SCREAMING)

(GASPS)

(SCREAMING)

(KEYBOARD CLACKING)

Hey. Got everything on the list.

So what are you thinking? Scrambled or fried?

I'm not really hungry right now.

You're not that...

How about some pie?

Maybe later.

- Kind of in the middle of something. - (CHUCKLES)

All right. Dude. Something's wrong.

No.

- I get it. With Mom... - I'm gonna stop you right there. Okay?

Look, Mom needed her space, and I told you, I'm cool with it.

But are you really?

Happened last night.

"Two Killed in Mystery Fire."

Mmm-hmm.

"Mystery fire?“"

Yeah, the kind that doesn't burn anything but the bodies.

- So spontaneous combustion. - (CLICKS TONGUE)

- What are you thinking, a witch? Dragon? - Maybe.

Check it out, the old lady? Loaded.

I'm talking Scrooge McDuck swimming in pools of money.

So, what's a lady like that doing at some crap store, at 3:00 a.m.?

Well, it says it was an antique shop.

So?

So, rich people like antiquing. I don't know.

I say we check it out.

(SIGHS) All right. In the meantime, you sure you don't wanna talk about...

No.

Dean, it's called sublimation.

Yeah. That's kind of my thing.

- Looks like we missed the cavalry. - I guess we should go home then.

(DOOR UNLOCKS)

All right. I'm guessing that's the first victim.

- Scrooge McDuck lady? Hmm. - Yeah. Hmm.

Which makes this the antiques dealer.

Yeah. Name was Marvin Brickie. Widower. Owned the shop for decades.

(SNIFFS)

No sulfur.

Ditto EMF.

Maybe hex bags?

Yeah. Or, you know, antique shop, full of old stuff.

Maybe the guy got his hands on a cursed object,

and it went haywire, started killing everybody.

- Yeah, wouldn't be the first time. - Right.

(SIGHS) Dean.

(GRUNTING)

- Dude. - Don't say it.

Maybe let's not touch anything

until we figure out if this stuff wants to kill us or not?

Yeah, I got it.

(CLICKS)

Sam, I think I found something.

It looks like the victims were meeting about an antique

- pocket watch the night they died. - Pocket watch?

Yeah, according to Marv's email at least.

- Uh, Sam? - Yeah, hold up. Get this.

I hacked into Marv's hard drive.

It looks like he was conducting an

entire underground business, catering to...

Nazi nutjobs?

Yeah. How'd you know that?

Might wanna take a look at this.

Yeah, what are you, uh...

Oh, that's, uh... Wow.

Yeah. Looks like Scrooge McDuck lady got her rocks off by collecting Nazi crap.

Yeah. Guess so. Uh, according to Marv's ledger,

the watch belonged to a member of Hitler's inner circle.

- So where is it now? - I don't know.

The police didn't report finding it, and I'm gonna go out on a limb here

and guess that it's probably not out there and probably not in here.

- Yeah. - I mean, Nazi connection.

The immolation MO? Sound like anybody we know?

The Thule.

(SCOFFS)

Maybe they crashed the party, took the watch, and torched the bystanders.

Nazis.

I hate these guys.

(WOMAN GASPS)

(GIGGLING AND BREATHING HEAVILY)

This is, this is fun.

I don't really ever do this.

And everyone's like, "Watch out for the hookup culture, Ellie." Mmm.

I think they just worry because, you know, I just got out of a relationship.

But, no, no, I gave back the ring, so that's just...

That's all, that's a good thing, right?

Sorry. Yeah, that was... I'm, kind of,

still figuring out how the whole, you know, Tinder thing works...

- It's cool. - Yeah, but like...

I could be cooler, let's be honest.

Because, you know, like your beard is super cool.

Uh, do you want a drink?

Yeah. I'm gonna, I'm gonna use the little girl's room and just...

Okay. (GIGGLES)

on, God. (EXHALES)

Come on, Eleanore. He is hot!

So you just, you put on those big girl pants and you take off his.

Well, regular pants. Not big girl pants.

- (LOUD BANG) - MAN: Hey!

What are you doing? Ellie?

(PANTING)

(MAN SCREAMING)

(GASPS)

(YELLS IN GERMAN)

- (GRUNTING) - (ELLIE WHIMPERING)

(BONE CRACKS)

(POUNDING ON DOOR)

Ow!

- Idiot. We need her alive! - I'm sorry, Father.

It doesn't matter. We have what we need to track her.

Come.

AARON: We're halfway through the ledger. I nailed six, and the golem got the rest.

It feels good. You know, finishing what the Judah Initiative started.

Your grandfather'd be proud.

Yeah, well, dropping out of college to wipe out.

Nazi corpse-bags wasn't exactly my mother's dream, but what are you gonna do?

Hey, hear about any Thule activity in our neck of the woods?

Nah, lately these deutsch-nozzles have been sticking to the Fatherland.

- Lately? - Yeah.

They're closing ranks, all jumpy.

Any idea what's cooking?

Whatever it is, it's big.

We got our hands on a few of their documents,

code-named the mission, "Das Blut."

"The Blood."

- Well, that sounds nice and ominous. - Right?

I mean, we're talking the whole enchilada.

The Thule High Command all in one place.

Hey, does a... Does a pocket watch mean anything to you? Nazi-relic wise?

No, sorry.

Hey, another body just dropped.

Aaron, we're gonna have to call you back, bud.

By the time we got there, he was ash and bone.

What does that to a human being?

You find anything else?

Just the body. The other victim was lucky.

She got away, ran to her neighbor's, called for help.

So where's this survivor now?

What's going on? I already gave my statement. What is happening?

Oh, my God. Oh, my God! No. No, no, no.

Let me out! Somebody help! Help!

Somebody help me! Let me out of here!

Help! Please! Please, please, please! Let me out of here!

Help! Please! Please, please, please! Help me!

- You see that? - Yeah.

We gotta follow that car. Oh, I've always wanted to say that.

(TIRES SQUEAL)

ELLIE: Why are you doing this to me?

Please. Okay, look, look, I will give you whatever you want, okay?

I don't really have any money, but my grandparents left me stocks.

- Just please, tell me what's going on... - Oh, my God!

Do you ever shut up? Man.

Where are you going? Hey, you can't leave me here!

Hey!

(KEYPAD BEEPING)

Father. Yes, I have her.

I'm here now. It's all locked.

That is not fair.

You know, I try with you.

I really do but you expect me to be a mind-reader, and it's exhausting.

(GUN COCKS)

- Father, I gotta go. - (CELL PHONE BEEPS)

Well, family drama's a bitch, ain't it?

- Move. - (SIGHS)

So if you're not cops, then what are you?

There are things out there that shouldn't exist. Bad things.

We kill them. It's kind of our job.

Yeah, so your safest place is with us, right now.

Uh-huh.

Safe from Nazi zombies?

Necromancers. They use blood magic to make themselves almost immortal.

Almost?

Well, shoot them in the head, set them on fire. That usually does the trick.

This is completely insane.

Ellie, you saw what they did to your friend.

Okay, but why would they kill Nick? And why kidnap me?

Those are great questions.

What do you tools want with the watch? And what does it have to do with her?

You're gonna have to kill me.

- All right. Wanna, uh... - Yep.

- All right, let's go for a walk... - Wait. No, no. You can't just shoot him.

Oh, no, sure I can. (GUN COCKS) See, I do it all the time.

- Oh... - You don't wanna watch this.

All right, all right, all right. (SIGHS)

It belongs to my father. Commandant Nauhaus.

Thule High Command, ranking officer?

Okay. You see, that wasn't so hard now, was it?

Carry on.

(GUN CLICKS)

You don't understand. He'll kill me.

What do you think this is, tickle-party?

(SIGHS) It started at the end of the war.

(ORCHESTRAL MUSIC PLAYING)

Soviets had surrounded the Führerbunker. Everyone knew it was over.

Everyone except my father.

(DISTANT EXPLOSION)

(GUN COCKS)

(DISTANT RUMBLING)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

DEAN: All right, skip the foreplay. What did your dad do to Hitler?

He saved his life. Well, he saved his soul.

Like, literally. The watch, it's like a, it's like a Horcrux.

- It's a Harry Potter thing. - Oh, you would know that.

Anyways, so the watch holds Hitler's soul?

Right.

You trapped Hitler's soul in a pocket watch.

Oh, why is that? For safekeeping?

No. To bring him back.

(ELLIE LAUGHING)

It sounded bonkers to me the first time I heard it, too.

The first time you heard it? Weren't you there?

What?

No, man, I was born in Buffalo in '94.

Listen, this whole "let's bring Hitler back" is more of an OG Thule plan.

All they do is yap about it.

He's joking, right? Right? This is a joke!

DEAN: Okay. Let's back up to the part where your dad

is going to resurrect Adolf Hitler.

After the bunker,

the Thule agents who were smuggling Hitler's soul out got whacked by Soviets.

- So you lost the watch. - Hey, I didn't lose it.

It ended up with some Russian family.

Then the Thule tracked it to China, and then to Peru.

Then it wound up in that antique shop.

So now, they're all hyped to get their Führer resurrection on.

This isn't a joke. Oh, my God.

How're they planning on bringing him back?

The soul of Hitler can only inhabit the body of somebody who possesses his blood.

His blood? Das Blut?

So let me get this straight,

the Thule wants to upload Hitler into the body of one of his relatives?

Do they even exist anymore?

Well, there's one right there.

(SCOFFS) Wait, wait, you think I'm related to Hitler?

Okay, okay, that is just hilarious!

Been keeping tabs on you your whole life.

The Thule track all of Hitler's descendants,

you just happened to be in the same state as the watch.

- (CHUCKLES) Go figure. - No. No way! Okay?

My mom, she tracked our family all the way back to the Mayflower.

- She used an... - You're adopted.

- You don't know anything about me. - You're from Wheaton, Illinois.

All-state cross country, all four years.

Wow! Way to use the Internet.

You were training to become a doctor,

but you dropped out at the sight of your first stiff.

I am taking a sabbatical.

You dipped town two days before your wedding.

He was banging our caterer!

It seems as though this running is a thing for you.

(STAMMERS)

(GRUNTS ANGRILY)

See?

SAM: Yeah, I got her.

- We gotta move. - I know.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Hey.

How you holding up?

Well, I, uh, texted my mom, asked if I was adopted.

She wrote, "Honey. Call us."

(SOBBING) That guy out there just flipped my life inside out in, like,

five seconds.

Ellie, I know it probably feels like that right now, but you can handle this.

(SOBS)

Being a little flighty I can handle.

Being related to the biggest genocidal maniac of all time?

I don't think so!

It's been crazy hot lately, right?

Global warming.

(TIRES SQUEAL)

(SNIFFS)

She's close.

I know it's hard to believe this right now, but it will get easier.

Trust me, I've been there.

Right. Did someone want to use you to resurrect Adolf Hitler?

- Uh, no, not exactly. - There you go.

(ELLIE SNIFFLES)

But they did want me to bring back Lucifer. I was his vessel...

You almost, almost had me with Hitler but, Lucifer?

Really? The Devil?

I can't, okay? I can't do this.

All right, meltdown time's over.

(DOOR CLOSES)

See, you need to face this. Now.

Believe it or not, we actually have the upper hand here. According to...

You know, Junior Jackass in there, the Thule want you.

Now we can use that, we could set a trap.

Oh. Oh, now you want to use me as bait?

We don't want to use you as bait, Ellie, but...

We have the opportunity to take out the entire Thule High Command in one shot.

Now, does that sound scary? Yeah, you bet.

But there are times when you run, and there are times when you stand and fight.

Now is one of those times when you fight.

Now, we promise that we will keep you safe.

Oh, my God.

You gotta be kidding me.

- Get down. - (GUN COCKS)

- They're in there. - Yeah, yeah. Shh.

(GRUNTING)

(YELLS)

(GRUNTING)

(STRAINING)

(GROANS)

(GRUNTING)

(GRUNTING)

NAUHAUS ON RADIO: Retreat.

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

Go!

(DOOR OPENS)

Ellie.

Dean! We got a problem.

(GASPS)

- Hello. - Hey! Help!

- She's still not picking up. - Awesome.

Maybe she got spooked.

Well, isn't running a whole thing with her?

ELLIE ON VOICEMAIL: Hey, it's Ellie. You know what to do.

SAM: Ellie, it's Sam Winchester. Again.

Listen, I know all this Hitler stuff is confusing,

but I promise we can explain it and we can keep you safe.

- Just call me back, okay? - (CELL PHONE BEEPS)

- How could you tell them about Hitler? - I can explain.

It wasn't bad enough being hunted by the Jude and his revolting golem.

I was stalling. They would've killed me and taken her.

You should be thanking me.

You were supposed to be my heir,

instead, you're an inconceivable disappointment.

No, I used to look up to you.

You conquered death, you did so many things, but now?

(SCOFFS) Now, all you want to do is relive your glory days. With Hitler.

(SNORTS) Your generation, you millennials are too weak to steward the future.

It needs a stronger hand. The world is divided und inflamed.

This falling of empires, flailing of economies

is precisely why there has never been a better time for the Führer's return.

- Und you... - (WHIMPERS)

my dear,

you have his eyes.

(MUFFLED) Help! Somebody help me, please! Please help me!

(SIGHS) Well, there's gotta be a tracking spell, right?

Yeah, maybe if we had something to track.

Well, guess we hack every traffic light in the city until we find her.

(SPUTTERS)

(ELLIE SCREAMING)

Begin the purification ritual.

A patrol has been sent to find the Winchesters.

Good.

Fritz, my son has had a very trying day. He should rest.

What? Hey, no, I'm... What are you doing?

Get your hands off me, ass clown. What are you doing?

Father! Please! I was wrong, we can do it your way! Father, please!

Fritz. Look, you don't have to do this, okay?

Come on. Listen, please, you know who I am.

(GUN COCKS)

Go on.

NAUHAUS ON RADIO: Fritz? Come in, Fritz.

Winchesters' Impala parked outside diner. Sawmill Road.

(GRUNTING)

(GUNSHOT)

(PANTING)

Gracias.

Anything?

No. I mean, I have no idea how we're gonna find her.

Even if we look at...

Hi.

(GUN COCKS)

If you wanna find Ellie, you have to protect me.

Protect you? Why should we believe anything you say?

(SIGHS) Don't look now.

Across the street, there's a Thule agent, right beside the dumpster outside.

Is that enough?

I just killed one of my dad's guys.

Could be a trap.

It's not! Do you know what it was like to have a Nazi necromancer for a father?

It sucked!

(SIGHS) Christmas was a joke. Career day at school was a nightmare.

All I did was try and make him proud, I'll never be good enough.

He asked a guy named Fritz to kill me.

Okay, well, there's that.

We'll hear you out. Where is she?

I can take you to her.

All right, you get the car, I'll take care of the Kraut.

All right.

Go.

The boy has some spine after all.

I'll find him.

Christoph's time will come.

For now, we have more important business.

(ORCHESTRAL MUSIC PLAYING)

(BREATHES DEEPLY) He always loved this one.

Wagner. It's the perfect way to ease the Führer into this new century.

She is prepared.

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(KEYS JANGLING)

- All right. - Hey. What are you doing?

- Wait, you're just gonna leave me here? - Yeah, pretty much.

What? Hey!

- Hey! - (SAM SHUSHING)

All right, we got two outside and who knows how many inside.

- Great. - Oh...

No.

- Why? - Dean, we need to be stealth.

Do this quietly.

Dean?

Dean. We'll get a chance. It's okay.

(DEAN SIGHS)

(GUN COCKS)

Let's go kill some Nazis.

What are you doing to me?

The Führer's soul

must occupy a body that contains the blood of his blood.

(CHUCKLES)

Did you really think I would resurrect the greatest man who ever lived

in the body of a weak,

unworthy American female?

My God.

I never needed you,

only your blood.

(SOBS)

- (GRUNTING) - (BONES CRACKING)

(CHANTING IN GERMAN)

Ready.

(WHIRRING)

(SQUELCHING)

(SIZZLING)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(LAUGHING MANICALLY)

Hitler?

(WHOOPING)

(LAUGHING)

Hans!

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(PANTING)

Whew!

Wolfgang!

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

Oh...

(CONTINUES SPEAKING GERMAN)

(LAUGHING MANICALLY)

(SNICKERS)

Gottfried!

(CONTINUES SPEAKING GERMAN)

(GRUNTS HAPPILY)

(SIGHS)

This can't be happening.

(SIGHS)

My great,

great grandniece.

(BREATHING DEEPLY)

Thank you for the gift, Liebchen.

(KISSES)

What shall we do with her, Führer?

Take the rest of her blood. Then give her to the dogs.

- But, Führer, we have no dogs. - Then get some!

I love doggies. (CHUCKLES)

Woof, woof, woof. (LAUGHS)

Los geht's. Come on.

Should have just brought the grenade launcher.

Admit it, though, you're having fun.

(GUNS COCKING)

(SIGHS)

Yeah, so much fun.

(DOOR OPENS)

Well, if it isn't father of the year.

Address den Führer with respect.

"Führer?"

Hitler?

Hitler.

Sam und Dean Winchester.

You must be important! He feared you.

Nauhaus, still up here! (LAUGHS)

Well, nice new meatsuit. It come with two testicles this time?

One of many upgrades I'm enjoying. Like this!

It's like having a tiny Goebbels in my pocket!

I sold 10 million copies of Mein Kampf,

what do you think I can do with Twitter?

(LAUGHING)

(SHOUTING) Where is my plane?

Almost ready, Führer.

Good.

What shall we do with them?

Take them with us.

I shall very much enjoy introducing them to my new dogs.

(GROANS)

(MAN GROANS)

No. Wait, wait...

(SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY)

(WHIMPERING) No! I can explain.

(GROANS)

(GUN COCKS)

Heil this.

(SIGHS)

(EXHALES SHARPLY)

Dude.

- You killed Hitler. - Yeah.

Awesome.

(CHUCKLES)

(LAUGHS)

I killed Hitler.

I killed Hitler.

I killed Hitler. I think that entitles me to free drinks

for the rest of my life. I'm gonna get T-shirts made.

You know no one's gonna believe you, right?

Well, you believe me. You were there.

All right, let's go.

Hold up, you're not gonna kill me?

No, we had a deal. Besides, you got bigger problems.

The Thule that are left are gonna hunt you as a traitor forever.

Our advice?

Run.

Why don't you head back to Buffalo? Nobody goes to Buffalo.

So how you holding up?

Ah, well, we just burned a pile of dead Nazi zombie bodies,

one of which I killed, so maybe like third-worst day ever.

- I had a rough time lately. - Yeah, and then all this happens.

I think I'm gonna be okay, though. I should probably call my mom.

You can only run for so long, you know?

So, uh, what do you think is harder?

Facing the reincarnation of Hitler or going back to med school?

- I think I gotta say Hitler. - Yeah, I think, I think so. (CHUCKLES)

Thank you for everything.

Yeah, uh...

Take care of yourself.

Yeah.

(SIGHS)

Good to go.

You know, I was thinking...

Passed a bakery on the way into town.

Sign said, "Best pie for a thousand miles."

So, now you want pie?

I killed Hitler.

I think I deserve some pie.

(ENGINE STARTING)

Did I mention I killed Hitler?

SAM: I'm never gonna hear the end of this, am I?

DEAN: Probably not.