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You're keeping the snake?

I didn't wanna leave it there.

And I didn't wanna just kill it.

Michael is in there, and he is fighting hard to get out.

I can't let my guard down,

not for a second.

I was touched by God.

Or possibly, his sister, Amara.

Amara sucked out his soul.

What did you do to that boy?

When I cast the transformation spell, I felt something else pushing back.

Volatile magic, powerful, and stitched to him like some kind of parasite.

What is the good of having these powers if I can't help the people that I love?

Michael. He's gone.

Hello, Rowena.

I'm looking for a new home.

Say, "yes."

Maggie!

I'm the son of Lucifer. I am a Winchester!

You won't hurt anyone ever again!

- Jack? - I'm me again.

Sunny. Sunny.

Conrad?

What are you-- You have to go.

I don't wanna leave without you.

I can't. I made a promise.

Conrad, go. Please.

I love you.

Ahhh.

Phone!

Whoa! Slow down.

I need a phone!

Hey, that's my phone!

Hey!

I'm gonna call 911!

Dude?

Do you need help?

Hey, Jack.

I'm good, Castiel.

Jack, you say that,

but ever since the Hunters and their funerals...

How's the snake?

I don't think he's feeling well.

He won't eat.

Well, perhaps he misses his previous owner.

Well, he's been through a lot of change in a short period of time.

I guess that's something you have in common.

Jack,

you killed Michael. You consumed his grace.

It was enough.

You have your powers back?

I think so.

I feel different now.

Not like before.

If that makes any sense.

And your soul?

You wanna know how much of my soul I had to burn off to kill Michael.

Yes.

I don't know.

I try not to think about it.

I thought you were gonna sleep until the cows dragged you home.

That's not the--

Never mind.

I was putting some gear away when Rowena called.

And how is she?

Not great.

She's coping, but, uh, you know,

at least she's not dead.

- How's the kid? - Well, he says he's good, but...

What about Sam?

He says he's good.

I think they're both full of crap.

Mom!

Sam!

Hey. I found us a case. Arkansas.

We've just done three back-to-back hunts.

I need some rest. At least a night. We both do.

Yeah, well...

I'm leaving in ten.

Like I said, not good.

Maybe I should go with him, and you can stay with Jack.

- Why? - You were right,

Jack is struggling.

- And I've tried, but-- - Why do you think he'll talk to me?

Well, because he looks up to you.

And his soul, I mean,

you've seen this before.

No, no, no, see, I was...

I was not great with Sam.

You know, when he was, uh...

Yeah, but Jack's soul isn't completely gone.

At least, I don't think so.

We just don't know how much is left.

Well, how am I supposed to figure that out?

I don't know.

Just talk to him, get him to open up.

And then,

sleep until the cows come home.

That's the saying.

So, we're looking for a witch?

Exploding heads.

Sounds like a witch.

Or a demon. Maybe.

- Sam-- - I'm good.

- I'm good, honestly. - Yeah, I know, everybody is good.

But after this, maybe...

Dean's right, you need to rest.

Can't.

Just because I'm tired, doesn't mean the monsters are gonna stop, you know?

It doesn't mean anything.

Plus, we don't have as many Hunters as we used to.

Excuse me, Griffin?

- Yeah? - Griffin Tate?

Mmm-hmm.

Agent Scholz, this is Agent Delp.

We're, uh...

FBI.

We're here about the incident.

"Incident"? That's what we're calling it?

Well,

what would you call it?

Insane!

- This guy-- - You mean, Conrad Martin?

Right, he comes in,

looking like he's been running all night.

Asks for my phone.

Then he just...

Went all Scanners.

Was it more Scanners One, Two, or Three?

Never mind that.

This Conrad Martin, did you know him?

No,

but he was probably from Charming Acres. He had that look.

Charming Acres?

About five miles up the road.

But it's weird.

Weird how?

Good day. Good day to you.

- Hey, Carl. - Hi, dear. Nice to see you.

- This is-- - Yeah.

It's like we're stepping into a Saturday Evening Post.

I look at them sometimes after you fall asleep at night.

They're very soothing.

- Should we call Dean? - I mean,

I've been trying, but no bars.

I guess this place really is the middle of nowhere.

All right, let's get to it.

Whoa, whoa, Nelly! Excuse us.

Sorry. You know what, actually...

I'm sorry. Do you have a moment?

Well, we're on our way to the bake sale.

We're FBI, we're looking into a death that happened near here.

Wow! A couple of G-Men, huh?

Well, I'm Justin Smith and this is my foxy wife, Cindy.

Sweetie, we are going to be late.

Oh. Sorry, Agent.

Haven't heard about anyone dying, but ask at Harrington's.

And try a milkshake. They're the best!

Say, what's that you got there?

My cell phone?

Huh. "Cell phone."

Honey, my cakes are getting cold.

Cell phone? A cell phone?

What was that?

Maybe they're Mormon?

- Hi. - Hi.

This is weird.

Yeah, little bit.

All right. Come on.

Sweetheart, can you make sure we get

- some more root beer? - Already sent the order, Pops.

Here you go.

- Oh, no. Sorry, we didn't order-- - First one's free.

Everyone loves milkshakes.

All right. Thanks.

Wow.

That is...

Delicious.

- See? - Sunny?

- Can you make me-- - A banana split

with extra cherries for Miss Lewis, coming up.

You know, I would lose my mind if it wasn't for that girl.

You must be the flatfoots I keep hearing about.

"Keep"? We've barely been here five minutes.

It's a small town. Chip Harrington, I'm the mayor.

Mayor? Oh, um...

It's a nice town you've got here, Mayor.

Yeah. I know what you're thinking.

We're a little bit old-fashioned, huh?

You know, people who live here...

Well, we take care of each other.

We're here about Conrad Martin.

I don't know if you heard...

I have.

Poor kid.

You know, the police came by.

They said something about an aneurysm or something?

Oh, no, his head exploded.

I'm sorry?

Like a ripe melon, on the sun.

Okay. You know what?

We're just looking to find out everything we can about him.

Yeah, well, uh...

I can point you to where he was staying. Would that help?

That'll work.

"Like a ripe melon, on the sun"?

It was an apt metaphor.

Okay, well, maybe next time try to be a little less apt.

Oh.

The entire town is so strangely picturesque.

Yeah, it's kinda nice.

All right, here's the plan.

We go in, we sweep for sulfur, hex bags, you know, the usual.

Okay.

Good afternoon, agents.

Agents? Were you expecting us?

Small town. Come on in.

Sure, thanks.

What, you setting up a science project?

I'm trying different foods for the snake.

- Why? - I think he's sad.

Oh.

Have you tried bacon?

Do snakes like bacon?

I don't know.

I like bacon.

Anyway, you and the, uh, snake

wanna go for a little drive?

You mean a hunt?

Uh... More like a field trip.

- Okay. - Yeah, good, all right.

I'm gonna make some bacon now.

Would you like some bacon?

This is Conrad's room.

He was such a nice young man.

What happened to him is a shame.

He'd only been in town for a few weeks.

Do you have many people come through here?

Not people, men.

I only rent to young men.

It's not proper, young women living alone.

Morals. You gotta have morals.

You know.

Mrs. Dowling, may I have some coffee, please?

Of course, dear.

Hey, what'd you find?

Love letters. They were under the bed, they're from Sunny.

"Sunny"? Sunny the milkshake waitress?

Yeah, and they're surprisingly passionate.

Passionate how?

She spends

quite a bit of time talking about the shape and the heft of his--

Okay. Got it. Yep. Passionate. Understood.

Now, I say we should definitely check that out tomorrow.

Tomorrow?

Yeah. It's getting late, Cass.

And you're right. I probably need some rest.

You wanna stay here?

Why not?

Mrs. Dowling is making pot roast.

Cell phone. Cell?

Cell phone.

Is something wrong, darling?

I bought a cell phone.

Mmm?

In Houston. For my daughter.

Daughter?

My daughter.

Rose.

My daughter, my--

Who are you?

What am I doing here?

What?

This isn't my house!

Honey?

Help!

Help! Somebody, help me!

Help! Help me!

Wait! Help me!

Honey?

Why don't you grub up? We've still got another couple hours.

I'm not really hungry.

Well, maybe feed the snake something.

Here.

Give him one of these. Bet he's never had that before.

I don't think you have a firm grasp on what snakes eat.

Yeah, no.

Yeah, always thought they were kinda cool, though.

Well, most people think they're dangerous.

Mmm. Well,

it's not the snake that's dangerous,

it's their bite.

Is that a saying?

It is now.

You try one of those.

Great.

Sam?

Sam?

Excuse me?

Sorry, excuse me.

Ma'am?

Hello!

Oh.

Hello, dear.

Good morning, are you hungry? I made some Johnnycakes.

No, I don't eat. I'm looking for my partner.

Oh, the very nice, the very tall fella?

Yes.

He said he's going for a walk.

And a milkshake.

Oh! Hi, welcome to Harrington's, how can I help you?

I'm looking for my partner.

Who?

The man I came in with yesterday.

Oh, the tall man.

Yes, the very tall man.

He was here a little while ago.

And do you know where is he now?

Uh, he left when--

- Well, what? - You heard what happened to Mr. Smith?

What happened to Mr. Smith?

- Oh. Agent. - Mrs. Smith.

Please, come in.

Thank you.

Would you like a martini?

Uh... No, thank you.

I don't mean to bother you, I'm...

I'm looking for my partner.

The tall man.

Hair?

He has beautiful hair.

What?

This is complicated.

Mrs. Smith--

No!

That's my husband's chair.

Okay. Um...

I think my partner wanted to talk to you about your husband.

Justin? What about him?

I'm so sorry, but last night, his head, um...

Your husband,

he died last night.

Oh...

I think you're confused.

Have you already had your martini today?

No, I'm not...

He really died.

No, my husband. He's good.

No, he's not.

Honey?

Something wrong?

Hi there.

- Agent? - Justin, Justin Smith.

And you are?

Your partner.

Partner?

Super! That's swell. Great.

Tell you what, why don't you stick around?

We're having pot roast.

Honey,

make me a martini.

Who does she think you are?

Well, I'm her husband, of course.

This is not your house.

I see.

You're right.

This is my wife's house,

I am simply living here.

- Oh, you... - Oh, you...

Oh, no.

Something terrible's happened.

Hon, we're low on olives.

- That is terrible. - One or two?

Uh... Three.

I'm feeling adventurous.

Roar.

Would you like one?

Your name is Sam Winchester.

So, that's a no-no on the hooch?

Sam, I don't know what's happened. I don't know if this is a spell,

or a curse, or, or what's happened,

but you will snap the hell out of it!

Sir, you watch your mouth!

If we cannot remain civil, then you can skedaddle.

- Sam? - That's not my name!

- Cindy, grab his hat. - I don't wear a hat!

- Honey, I don't think he wore a hat. - Fine.

Sir, using language like that,

H-E-double hockey sticks.

You should have your mouth washed out with soap.

- Sam? - It's Justin.

I'm gonna--

"Double-hockey sticks"?

Dean!

Jack! Great to see ya.

Donny, good to see you up and around.

I am just the picture of health!

Except for my prostate.

It's shaped like a papaya.

Wow.

Our field trip is to see Donatello?

Well,

look, this whole soul thing, it's, uh...

We're worried about you.

Okay? And when it comes to souls or,

not having them, Donny here's an expert.

He is?

Please, come on in.

Actually, you know what, I'm gonna let you guys talk.

I'll keep an eye on the snake.

Okay, come on, Jack.

So,

you took this snake in, and now it gets to go on road trips?

Fun!

Can I ask you something?

That's what you're here for, isn't it?

How did you lose your soul?

God's sister ripped it right out of me.

That wasn't my best day.

But oddly,

it wasn't my worst day either.

And...

when it was gone,

how did you...

How'd you feel?

Like...

The galaxy.

You know, Jack, our galaxy

is all bright and shiny and spinny,

but in its center,

lies this very large black hole.

It's the same with me.

I'm all bright and shiny, obviously.

Not so much spinny.

But inside...

Empty.

So, you feel bad?

I feel...

Nothing.

Losing your soul doesn't make you bad,

it doesn't make you anything.

It's, um...

an absence

of pity,

of empathy,

of humanity.

How do you feel, Jack?

I don't know.

I know I don't feel nothing,

but...

I don't feel the same, either.

And maybe I just don't know what nothing feels like.

Mostly, I just don't want Sam and Dean and Cass to worry.

They're your family.

Families worry.

But I just--

I need time and space

to figure things out on my own,

but everywhere I go, there's someone looking over my shoulder.

Oh.

You know, when I need to "blend,"

I ask myself,

"What would Mr. Rogers do?"

Who's Mr. Rogers?

The best man I know.

Sam and Dean are the best men I know.

So, ergo, whenever you don't want them to worry, just think W-W-W-D.

"What would the Winchesters do?"

I can do that.

Well, there they are.

- How's the snake? - He's good. Might be hungry.

Okay.

So, what's the verdict? Does he have a soul?

I suppose the first question we must ask ourselves is,

"What is a soul?"

- Donny... - What?

I'm sorry.

I'd keep an eye on him, but I think

if he seems okay, he probably is.

So, he's not like you?

Oh, no. I'm a prophet of the lord, but he...

Jack's probably the most powerful being in the universe.

I mean, really,

who knows what's going on inside his head?

Thanks.

I think we should talk.

Okay. About what?

About how you're a witch.

- A witch? - About how you brainwashed my friend,

and about how you've done something to this entire town.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Oh, yes, you do.

You wrote these.

You wrote them to Conrad.

And between various

steamy, erotic musings,

you begged him to leave.

Why is that? Because you were afraid you'd hurt him?

You don't know what you're talking about.

Okay, then tell me.

Tell me, or I'll rip it from your mind.

Fine. Have it your way.

No, no! Please! It's not me, it's him. He's out of control!

Well, now.

That's not very nice.

So you did this?

What, did you think it was the milkshakes?

What are you?

Well, I'd like to think of myself as a kinda good Samaritan.

You know, I've always been lucky. I've always had an intuition

about what people were gonna do or say.

Made me king of poker night.

But then, the mill shut down,

and this town, the town I love, it started to die.

Then my sweet wife, she passed away.

And the world kept getting worse, and they called it "modernization."

And no matter what I did, people would turn to drink or drugs,

they'd move away.

They just weren't happy.

Things kept getting worse.

And I started to hear noises, voices.

And I screamed at these voices! I said, "Just make things better!"

And you know what happened next?

No, but I have feeling you're gonna tell me.

The very next day,

I thought-- I just thought,

I wish there were more people in the soda shop.

And I came in here that day,

and it was packed.

And that's when I figured it out.

I can make people do whatever I want.

So, you're some kind of mind-control psychic?

I remade this town.

I gave everybody new names, new lives.

I made everybody happy.

Well, most everybody.

- And, the ones who fought it, well... - You'd murder them.

I was just protecting my home!

And you? You knew all about this.

Well, she knew enough to play along,

but, no, my tricks never worked on Sunny.

She's too much like me.

I am nothing like you.

But you,

why can't I change you?

Because I'm not human.

Oh.

Well,

gentlemen?

Sunny!

- Sunny! - Get away from me!

I won't hurt you, Sam.

Golly, I told you my name is Justin.

You killed Conrad!

No.

You told him the truth, and that's why he ran,

and that's why I did what I had to do. No, you killed that boy, Sunny, not me.

I didn't.

- Fight this! - Why?

I'm happy in Charming Acres.

We're all happy.

Sam, I know you wanna be happy,

and I know what it's like to lose your army.

I know what it's like

to fail as a leader, Sam.

But you can't lose yourself.

You have to keep fighting. You can't lose yourself!

Because if you do, you fail us,

you fail all of those that we've lost.

You fail Jack.

Sam! You fail Dean.

- You're sick. - Well, but you stayed,

you didn't even try and stop me.

- Sam? - Hey, Cass.

I promised Mom that I wouldn't leave you,

but you're a monster.

No, no.

In this town,

I'm God.

No, you're not. Believe me.

We've met God.

God has a beard.

Sit!

No!

Sorry, sport.

Stop!

I said stop!

You see?

I told you. You're just like me.

No.

You hurt innocent people.

You wanna be happy?

Then be happy.

What did you do?

She made him happy.

Your father is trapped inside his own mind.

He's in a world that...

It's a beautiful world.

But it's a place where he can never hurt anyone again.

Good.

Well, it seemed like the snake enjoyed the trip.

Hard to say. He's very guarded.

Yeah. It's...

Hey, what about you, huh? Good time?

It was...

Illuminating.

Oh.

Hey, how was Arkansas?

Arkansas was, uh...

Was weird.

Heard you wore a cardigan.

Yeah, I told him about the cardigan.

Great. Thanks.

And the wife.

He said you were really happy.

Thanks. Yeah.

- Where's Jack? - His room.

Really happy, huh?

I mean, I guess I was happy, but

it wasn't real, you know? I mean, just...

Well, not a lot of happy going on around here.

I hate this place right now.

I hate it.

Everywhere I look, I see them.

I see Maggie.

I guess that's why I, uh...

I was so desperate to get out of here, why I kept running us ragged.

But I gotta stop that, I can't keep running, I...

This is my home.

This is our home.

Dean, I think I just need some time.

Okay.

Cass says you miss your friend.

You need help.

Sam and Dean would help you, so...

So, I'll help you.

I'll help you see your friend again.

In heaven.