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- Oh, dear.

Car trouble?

And on my way back
from the market

with a pot roast
already in the oven.

I don't suppose you'd mind
giving me a ride to town

so I can find someone
who can fix this?

- Wouldn't mind at all,

but let me see
if I can help you first.

- You really know about cars?

- And my husband's
the Julia Child of the family.

Oh!

- Hmm.

I'm guessing you have
a loose drive belt.

It's an easy fix with a wrench
and some sweat.

- Oh, my husband keeps
a toolbox in the trunk.

Wait here.

What are the odds, huh?
A gal who's good with cars

happening down this same way.

Hmm.

I sure am lucky.
Wouldn't you agree?

Dorothea.

- Okay, you're all set.

Anything breaks
into your hideout,

this box will let you know.
Loudly.

- How's it work?

- A rare and dangerous magic
called technology.

Relays, inverter relays,
circuitry

all wired
through the phone lines

to pressure switches

mounted on the clubhouse
entrances.

- Nice. Thank you.

- Just doing my part.
Now, if I could just get

that monster-box of yours
working again.

- Any luck with the Ostium?
- Well, at this point,

I have ruled out
replacing the carburetor.

Later, alligators.

- All right, where were we?

- Well, your dad and Ada are
still out looking for magic

to defeat the Akrida,
and Carlos and Lata

are searching the Akrida queen,
so that leaves us with...

deep cuts from the
Men of Letters back catalogue.

Hooray.

There has to be
something in here

about taking out the Akrida.

You about to trade me in

for a guy with elbow patches
on his jacket?

- Don't wig out, soldier boy.
It's close to home.

- Well, open it.

- What if I don't get in?
- Well...

KSU is a pretty big
party school,

so that probably rules you out.

Hey!

I don't even know
what I'm gonna study.

- I'm pretty sure
that's the point of undergrad.

Here. I'll read it for you.

- What?

I got in?

I got in.

- A normal life's right around
the corner for you, Campbell.

- Think it's a glitch?

- With our luck?

Normal life is gonna have
to wait another day.

- Hunting and happy endings
don't usually mix,

so when you get your chance,
you got to ask yourself,

"How far will I go to get it?"

- Well, this has been
a spectacular failure.

We've scoured every location
Samuel suspected

the Akrida queen could be
and found nothing.

I mean, perhaps
we should circle back,

check our work.

- Yeah. I was thinking
the same thing.

- Of course, that could be
a colossal waste of time.

- Totally agree.

- Or I could take a machete
from your collection

and chop you up
into tiny, little bits.

- Sounds great. Wait, what?

- You haven't heard
a word I've said, have you?

You've been distracted
this entire trip.

Missing exits,

forgetting your silver blade
at the diner last night.

- I didn't forget
my silver blade.

- Yes, you did.

Come on. What's on your mind?

Is it the Akrida?

The whole end of the world bit?

- It's Anton.

- I thought things
were going well.

- Yeah, that's the problem.

I can't stop thinking about him.

I even saw his beautiful,
round, dimpled face

in my blueberry pancakes
I ordered this morning.

- So things are getting serious.

- I can't believe
I'm actually saying this,

but I'm...

Taking things slow.

- And that's a bad thing
because?

- Because taking things slow
and seeing faces in pancakes

is for stupid, boring people

who don't have
the fate of the world

on their excellently
proportioned shoulders.

No, but it's fine, all right?
I know what I have to do.

- No. No. No.
- Yes. Yes. Yes.

- No. No.
- Yes. Yes.

Ow.
- Proportioned shoulders.

You are not
breaking up with him.

- What do you expect me to do?
- Oh, I don't know.

Maybe accept your feelings
instead of throwing them away.

I mean, remember Raquel?
Or Beth?

Or sad, sad, little Kevin?
- No, no, no, not really.

And that's kind of
the whole goal.

And just like
all lovers of yore,

alas, it is time to officially
end things with Anton.

And forget
what I need to forget.

- Wait a minute.
Maybe that's the answer.

- Well, thank you.
I'm glad you see

I make a compelling argument.

- Okay, no. Not you. Hush.
You're an idiot.

I'm talking about
finding the Akrida queen.

Every person we freed
from the Akrida's control

had one of those monsters
in their head, right?

If they still have memories
from that time,

perhaps one of them might be
able to help us.

- And I might just know
the right person to see

if you are right.

Oh, my God.

- That's mildly disturbing.

- Are these alphabetized?

- You know of any monsters
that like to break in

and clean up in record time?

- Mary Poppins.

- Wait, is Mary Poppins... no.

Ah, right on schedule.

May I pour you some chamomile?

- Who the hell are you
and what are you doing here?

- I might ask the same of you.

My name is Porter J. Hobbes,

Men of Letters
identification number 22-8,

and I used my key to come here
to help you.

- Help us with what?

- Well, with the task at hand,
of course.

Killing the Akrida queen.

- Well, his bona fides
check out.

- No Akrida marks.
- Holy water?

- Drank the whole glass.
Thanked me for it.

Guy's definitely human.

Think we can trust him?

- Hey, Tea Time,
the Men of Letters

got wiped out years ago,
so we're gonna need

the full encyclopedia entry

of who you are
and where the hell you've been.

- I must say
I am pleasantly surprised.

It was my experience
Hunters stab first

and ask questions never.

Everything in its place.

I was a neurosurgeon
until a very charming gentleman

named Mr. Glass recruited me
into the Men of Letters.

I was honored to serve
as their master physician.

- You stitched up members.

- Oh, no, no, no. Not at all.

Men of Letters rarely got
their hands dirty.

No, I was brought in

to experiment
on the minds of monsters.

- Wait, so the monster morgue
downstairs,

that's your office?
- Yes.

I singlehandedly designed
and built the laboratory

to conduct
my research experiments.

I was mostly tasked with
turning monsters into watchdogs

to guard
our more secure locations.

A lobotomy to the frontal cortex

makes many a monster
subservient.

- So where have you been?

- I retired to return

to my private practice
about 15 years ago.

- When you worked here,
did you know my father?

Henry Winchester.
He was an initiate.

- Uh, I apologize,

but that name
doesn't ring any bells.

If your father was a member,
that makes you a legacy then.

Oh, how wonderful
for your family.

I never had time
to have one of my own.

- Do you know what happened
to the Men of Letters?

The Akrida.

Shortly before my retirement,
they had returned.

We managed to push them back
to their own world.

- With the Ostium?
- Indeed,

but we suffered
severe casualties.

They retreated, but some
of them remained hidden.

Including...
- The queen.

- Yes, indeed.

I retired,

but I continued to study them.

And when I found out they were
staging another attack,

I amped up my research,

and I'd like to share with you
what I uncovered.

- Hello? Anyone in there?

Lata,

is she dead?

- The hell you want?

- It's okay.

It's okay. We just want to talk.

- Where I do I know you from?

- We've crossed paths
a few times,

although you might not remember.

Radio station said
we might find you here.

- Was that before or after

they told you they took me
off the air?

- They did mention
there was a parting of ways.

- Yeah, well...

going AWOL for weeks on end

doesn't exactly make you
employee of the month.

So what do you want?

- We're here about the Akrida.

- That's some...

some band you're hawking?

I never heard of them.

Look, I think it's time
for you guys to go.

- We think you know.

You're just afraid
to tell anyone because...

because of what they did to you.

- We're here
because we want to help you.

- Who the hell are you and

how can you help me
with my nightmares?

- I know this isn't easy, but
the things you're remembering,

they aren't bad dreams.
They're real.

- I thought I was going crazy.

That was the only explanation.

- No.

No one here thinks you're crazy.

But we do want to stop this
from happening to anyone else,

but in order to do that,
we need you

to tell us exactly
what you remember.

- I can't.

It's all fragments and pieces.

And I don't want
to remember anymore.

All right? This... this episode,

this break,
whatever you want to call it,

it has taken everything from me.

My girlfriend.

My job.

My apartment.

Gone.

All I want to do now
is try and forget.

- I'm sorry,
but from the look of things,

that doesn't seem
to be working out.

- Yeah, well,
I'm not done trying.

- What if I told you
there was another way?

If you help us, I can help you
forget all of it.

- How?

- Yeah, how?

- Now, to take out the Akrida,

we must first kill the queen.

- Do you have anything
in that bag

that's not of this world?

- Ah, so you've already learned

about that little loophole,
have you?

Hunters, you continue to defy
my prejudices.

- So these stingers they use
to control people.

- Are not of this world.

Now, by folding

the cellular protein
of an Akrida

into an abnormal protein...

Well, that's basically
a misfolded protein...

I can produce a neurotoxin

that will ravage
the queen's DNA.

Oh, she'll suffer greatly
before dying.

- Okay.
So for this plan to work,

you need the Akrida stingers.
- Mm-mm.

No, the Akrida stingers
can't be removed

without serious mental magic.

- Ah, well now, you see,
that's what I thought at first,

but then I discovered that
if I make an incision

in the basal ganglia,
similar to a craniotomy,

the stingers
can then be safely removed.

- And the human host?

- Oh, back
to his or her normal life.

Now, I can perform
the procedure,

but I'm afraid I'll be
rather useless

at procuring a subject.

That's more...
- Dirty work.

Hunter work.

- Crudely put,
but that's your nature.

Now, what we need is
a human under Akrida control.

- We know a guy.

- Dispatch for Officer Jones.
A motorist requires

roadside assistance
out on Brookside Road.

- What seems to be the problem?

- Took you long enough,
Officer Jones.

- Breaking into police frequency

could put you behind bars,
young lady.

Too bad you're gonna die

before I can even get
my cuffs on you.

- Hey, you'll thank us later,
buddy.

- Thank you.

- Must they encase
all their foods

in congealed oil?

It's repulsive.

- But their ranch dressing...

remind me to slather it
liberally over their corpses

during invasion times.

- Which brings us
to the matter at hand.

The Hunters.

They were useful when we needed
them for monster essence,

but now they're a problem.

- With that ink on their skin,
we can't even take them over.

So why haven't we cracked
their skulls open?

- Because the queen thinks

these pests may still be useful.

Namely, leading us
to this bastard.

The queen believes
he's a Hunter himself,

and by all accounts
from our spies in the field,

he's the reason the Hunters'
merry band got together.

- He needs to be eliminated.

But how?
We don't even know who he is.

- I have a plan.

We just need to spill
a little human blood.

No need to worry, my friends.

The phenobarbital mixture
in this IV is my own creation.

Strong enough to keep
a werewolf sleeping

while a bone saw
cuts through its skull.

Although the curveball
is if they start

to transform mid-surgery.
Now, that is...

So we're safe.

- Oh, indeed.

It's incredible.

So close to finishing my work
after all these years.

Finally paying back those bugs
for what they took from me.

- What did they take from you?
- Hmm?

Oh, well, from all of us.

If you'll excuse me,

there's just a few last items

I need to fetch from the atrium.

- All right,
what was that about?

- I'm getting the impression

this is personal for him
in a way he hasn't shared.

Something is off about this guy.

- Didn't he say
that he didn't have a family?

- Yeah, why?

- There's an indentation
where the ring should be.

You know, some of the older
married guys in 'Nam,

they used to keep their wedding
rings with their dog tags.

They all had the same mark
on their finger.

- So what else
is he lying to us about?

All right.

This is it.

Everything in
my emergency stash.

Now, when are you gonna tell me
what the vein juice is for?

- It's for a ceremony
involving blood magic.

It's how we're gonna get
Roxy to remember,

then forget,
her Akrida memories.

- Aren't spells
usually Ada's thing?

I mean, did she teach you
how to do any of this?

- Close, but no.

Tony did.

- Tony?

You mean your crush Tony.
That Tony?

I mean, how? I thought he was
gone and off the grid.

Oh, you dirty, dozing tramp.

Have you been seeing him
in your dreams?

- Yes, but it's not
what you think.

Mostly not.

He's been educating me.

- Oh, I am sure he has.

Spill.

- He's been using
his knowledge as a djinn

to teach me a technique

to induce a type
of meditative state.

Teach me a meditative state.

- Like magical hypnosis

allowing a person to access
their buried memories.

It works in two parts.

First, we excavate
Roxy's memories,

then two, we erase them.

At least, that's the hope.

Never actually done this before.

- Wiped down my arms
like you asked.

So before I chicken out,
let's do this.

- Take a breath. Deep and slow.

Okay.

Now, I want you
to think back, Roxy,

all the way
to when your memories

first became fractured.

What do you see?

- It's late.

After work.

I'm walking to my car.

Wait. There's something moving
in the dark.

It's...

- Roxy, what is it?

I won't let you do it again.

- Lata.
- Monster.

- All right, stand back.
I'll handle her.

- No, don't. It's working.

I feel it... on me.

It's burrowing inside.

It's here.

It's taking my arms.

My body.

My voice.

I tried to scream,
but I'm not here anymore.

I'm not anywhere.

- Hey, hey.

Do you feel that?

Yeah? Then you are right here.

You are not trapped
in your memories.

You are choosing to be brave
and fight back.

These monsters we're hunting,
they have a leader.

We need to find out
where she's hiding

in order to defeat them.

Can you tell us where?

- The queen...

she's underground.

- Where underground?

- Wait a second.

Didn't Porter say he built
the laboratory himself?

'Cause here, it says credit
for the lab construction

goes to his assistant,
a guy named Jack Wilcox.

- Well, there's got to be
a file on him.

Wilcox. Here we go.

Jack Wilcox, assistant
to a Porter J. Hobbes,

born in Biloxi, Mississippi,
married to a...

- Dorothea Wilcox.

Jack oversaw every aspect
of building the medical lab

and received special recognition

for following through
with his motto.

- "Everything in its place."

- It said he was kicked out
of the Men of Letters

for experimenting on humans.

And look at the name of the guy
who reported him.

- Come in.

Just finishing up the last piece

I need before the surgery.

It takes a lot to keep
these Akrida subdued.

- I'm sure.
You know, Mary and I...

we're really impressed.
- Yeah.

Your photo should be on the
Men of Letters hall of fame.

Clearly Porter J. Hobbes was
the brains of this outfit.

- Well, you can rest assured,

it was a team effort
back in the day...

just as it is today.

- Who else was on the team?

- Oh, I had an assistant.

Charming young man.

Actually, it was he
who came up with a solution

that knocked out
Akrida-controlled humans.

- I thought you said you came
up with that concoction.

- You are so very like
your father, aren't you, John?

Well...

Guess I can drop

that phony accent now.

Don't you worry.

It'll all be over soon.

- Found something.
A location in Kansas

a couple of hours away
matching Roxy's description.

- Huh. Nicely done.

- I guess research
is just another arrow

in my quiver of talents.

- Hey, gently now.

You just relived months
of traumatic memories.

- Yeah, about that.

Why do I still
remember everything?

And worse, like it happened
five minutes ago.

- Two-step process, I'm afraid.

First is excavation,
then erasure.

It's too dangerous to keep you
down for the whole thing,

but just relax while
I prepare the next step.

- In the meantime,

could I offer you
some of my come-down tea?

I've got all the fixings
in my van.

Hey.

It's gonna be okay.

- I know it is.

I don't want you
to make me forget.

- Wait, you don't want to erase

this hellish ordeal
from your brain?

- You guys have a plan
to take down

these Akrida bastards, right?

- We're gonna try.
- They're as sure as dead.

- Then I want to remember.

I want to remember
that I helped you.

I want to know
that my memories helped knock

these bugs back to wherever
the hell they're from.

Time to dry out.

- Oh, let's not throw
the bourbon out

with the bathwater, shall we?

- Roxy?

Thank you for helping us.

- Oh, one more thing.

If there's a chance
to sucker-punch

this queen of theirs, call me.

- Mary. Mary.

Where is she?
- Prepped for surgery.

- The hell are you
talking about?

- Well now, you and Mary
have a big part

to play in tonight's excitement.

But I knew I had to catch
the two of you alone,

and when your friends took off
in the hippie wagon,

I said to myself,
"Well, Jack, old boy,

here's your chance."

- So you're plan
with the policeman...

That was just BS
to get us to buy it.

- Oh, I yanked all them three

Akrida stingers
from your policeman friend.

Well, sadly, I was wrong

about his ability
to survive the process.

- You're insane.

- Now, there you go.

Finally, you sound
like a Men of Letters.

Just like how I told
your father all them years ago.

We're in a war, son.

Time is short.

We need to exploit
every option available.

Well, Mary is prepped
for her procedure.

Oh, but hey, if you feel
like you're missing out,

rest easy.

It'll be your turn next.

- What procedure?

Hey! Hey, what procedure?

- Rise and shine, sweetheart.

- What the hell?

- Ms. Campbell, I'd like you
to meet my wife, Dorothea.

- What did you do to her?

- Hmm? Oh, I did nothing to her.

The Akrida did this.

Now you see,
shortly after I was booted

from the Men of Letters,
the Akrida targeted me.

Didn't take too kindly to me

poking around in their business.

They couldn't touch me,
you see, as I was warded,

same as y'all, so...

So they came after my Dorothea.

They left her in a coma.

The doctors wanted
to take her off life support.

I brought her home.

Cast a spell on her to keep her
in this suspended state.

- Why is she here?

- Well, it's time
to wake her up,

finally put these stingers
to their proper use.

- You never were gonna help us
defeat the Akrida, were you?

- Now, Ms. Campbell,
there is nothing I want more

than the total and utter
destruction of the Akrida.

But there's no world worth
saving without her in it.

Now, these stingers
are capable of transmitting

one being's consciousness
into another's body.

A single stinger
with the right modifications

can help a woman
held prisoner in her own body

to wake up in a new
and healthy host.

- Me.

- Oh, sounds like young
Winchester has met my golem.

- You have a golem?
- I control it

via a scroll secured
inside its mouth,

but then, hey, I guess
you know about that.

- I know John's
gonna beat its ass.

- Well, now, I wouldn't be
so sure about that.

That was my spleen.

You must work for Porter, right?

Okay, look, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.

Jack, my mistake.

Look, your boss,
he probably wouldn't want

a big mess, right?

So why don't we just call it
a draw?

Whoa.

- My golem is
under strict orders

not to kill John.

No, I need his body intact
for my transfer.

- Well, it's not gonna be
a long honeymoon for you kids,

the end of the world
coming and all.

- My new body, armed
with decades of research?

Oh, Dorothea and I
will finally get our revenge,

end this war, and then
we'll finally be able to live

the long and healthy life
we were robbed of.

- By robbing us of our lives.
How romantic.

- Wait. Well, you think
you're gonna die.

Oh, no, no, no.

No, Dorothea and I may be
getting into the driver's seat,

but your consciousness is
coming along for the ride.

Your love will live on in us.

- You have to get the scroll
in the golem's mouth.

- The what?
- The scroll.

You have to get the scroll
from its mouth.

It freezes it.
You have to get it out.

It's the only way.

- Oh, that's gonna be
a little difficult.

- Kill him!

- Mary.

- Dorothea, no.

Dorothea. Dorothea.

- Oh, wait. Wait.

- What the...

- Wait. Wait.

No, no! No.

- All right.

Salted, burned, and buried.

Too bad you couldn't put this
in your essay to KSU, huh?

So Porter, or Jack,

did all that just
to resurrect his wife.

- He gave up everything, all
so he wouldn't lose Dorothea.

- Things we do for love.

- It's not love.
- What do you mean?

- Jack was only thinking
of himself,

of what he wanted.

It didn't matter if it cost him
his humanity to get it.

That'll never be us, right?

- Never.

Whoop.

- You know, how could you
hold out on me like that?

And not just about
your dream tryst with Tony,

but also this whole thing about
your memory-erasing abilities.

In my hour of need.

- Carlos, you're not seriously

asking me to erase Anton,
are you?

- You're saying you'd help
Roxy, but not me.

- No, because giving
your fear of intimacy

a "get out of jail free" card
does not count as help.

- Okay.

Honest truth?

If I'd known you could before,
I probably would've asked.

But seeing Roxy choose

to live with her memories
of the Akrida

and hearing her say

she'd be okay in spite of it
made me realize that

sometimes the things
you want to forget

are probably
the things you shouldn't.

And for me that's Anton.

- And his beautiful, round,
dimpled pancake face.

Bricks, construction equipment,
just like Roxy said.

- I mean, it looks
like an abandoned warehouse.

- Well, obviously.

- But how do we know
if the queen is in there?

- Wait.

- Hold on.
Oh, that tragic haircut.

- The woman from the lab.

The Akrida-controlled human

who was collecting
the monster essence.

- Roxy was right.
I mean, this is it.

We found the Akrida queen.

- Kyle?
- Late night, Winchester?

- How'd you get in here?

- Been meaning to talk to you
about this whole Mary thing.

- What do you mean?
- I can see you're not much

of a critical thinker,
so let me lay it out for you.

You don't know it yet,

but we're about to get
in a big fight about Mary.

You may have won the girl,

but it wasn't enough for you,
was it?

You just had to keep
coming after me.

- Have you been drinking?
- No.

Clearheaded enough to have
already called the cops.

"Oh, God. Please come save me.

"John Winchester's
trying to kill me.

Come to his mommy's garage
as soon as you can."

- How long have you been
controlling Kyle?

- Long enough to leave a bunch
of sad little journal entries

in his diary about
how you've been harassing him.

That angry streak of yours.
That's right.

I've heard the stories,

and I've seen the file
the cops have on you.

- What do the Akrida want
with Kyle?

- Nothing.

He's just a means
to an end, to you.

- Easy.

- This pretty little one's
seen a lot of action, huh?

We've been watching.

You're just a killing machine,
aren't you?

- No!

- Don't worry.
I don't feel a thing.

- Please don't do this.

Hey, please.

- I'll see you again real soon,
Winchester.

- No. No, stop.

Come on. Stay with me. Come on.

Come on, Kyle. Help.