Aired on Tuesday, November 8, 2005, on The CW
Oasis Plains, Oklahoma - Homes are being built on vast plots of land. There's the sound of hammering as construction workers do their thing. A bearded man named Travis, digging a hole, stops to admire the lovely homes, saying that he'd like to live here. Too bad you can't afford it, says Dustin, his co-worker. You're right, agrees Travis, this is going to be an expensive neighborhood when it's done. Dustin kneels and presses his hand to the ground, for reasons only he knows; Travis says, "This p... read more Oasis Plains, Oklahoma - Homes are being built on vast plots of land. There's the sound of hammering as construction workers do their thing. A bearded man named Travis, digging a hole, stops to admire the lovely homes, saying that he'd like to live here. Too bad you can't afford it, says Dustin, his co-worker. You're right, agrees Travis, this is going to be an expensive neighborhood when it's done. Dustin kneels and presses his hand to the ground, for reasons only he knows; Travis says, "This place is perfect--except for the mosquitoes," and slaps one that bites his neck. Dustin abruptly falls into a deep sinkhole. "I broke my ankle!" he yells up to Travis. "I'll get a rope!" the latter assures him. Dustin has suffered a compound fracture and is bleeding badly, but that's not his only problem. He focuses fearfully on the bugs occupying the hole with him, and brushes them off his hand with disgust. Travis is having trouble finding a rope, giving the increasing number of bugs in the hole time to rapidly cover a horrified Dustin, crawling into his ears and mouth. When Travis finally does bring a rope to Dustin, it's too late--he's dead. read lessScene 2 Everything's coming up bugs (00:02:25 - 00:14:55) view scene
Bar - "Rock of Ages" blares from the jukebox as Sam sits outside on the hood of the Impala, reading a newspaper article headlined LOCAL DEATH A MEDICAL MYSTERY. Dean exits, proudly waving a bunch of money he won hustling pool. Sam suggests they get day jobs once in a while. Hunting is our day job, insists Dean, and the pay is crap. Hustling pool? says Sam, credit card scams?--not the most honest thing in the world. Weighing the money in one hand, Dean says, honest. . .fun and easy--it's no conte...
Bar - "Rock of Ages" blares from the jukebox as Sam sits outside on the hood of the Impala, reading a newspaper article headlined LOCAL DEATH A MEDICAL MYSTERY. Dean exits, proudly waving a bunch of money he won hustling pool. Sam suggests they get day jobs once in a while. Hunting is our day job, insists Dean, and the pay is crap. Hustling pool? says Sam, credit card scams?--not the most honest thing in the world. Weighing the money in one hand, Dean says, honest. . .fun and easy--it's no contest--besides, we're good at it, it's what we were raised to do. Well, how we were raised was jacked, pronounces Sam. Yeah, says you, disagrees Dean, counting his haul, do we got a new case or not? Maybe, says Sam, climbing off the top of the Impala, and describes a possible case in Oasis Plains, OK: a gas company employee, Dustin Burwash, supposedly died of human mad cow disease. Wasn't that on Oprah? asks Dean. You watch Oprah? asks Sam. Dean looks embarrassed, doesn't reply. So this guy eats a bad burger, says Dean, why is it our kind of thing? Mad cow causes massive brain degeneration, says Sam, takes months, even years for the damage to appear, but it sounds like this guy's brain disintegrated in about an hour, maybe less--it could be a disease--or something much nastier. All right, says Dean, clapping his hands, Oklahoma, work, work, work--no time to spend my money. They get into the car and drive, passing through flat plains and a stunning black and white sky as ominous as it is beautiful.
They go to the gas company and introduce themselves as nephews of "Uncle Dusty" to Travis Weaver. Uncle Dusty said Travis was the greatest. This pleases Travis, who, asked about what happened out there, says he isn't sure. Dusty was bleeding from eyes, ears and nose. Was Dusty acting strange before it happened--loss of motor control, dementia? asks Sam--typical of mad cow. (Dean seems surprised at how knowledgeable his brother is.) Sam asks where this happened; next thing we see is another gorgeous shot of cirrus-cloud-flecked blue skies and the Impala turning into the construction site. The hole is surrounded by caution tape. The boys hunker down over it. Dean says there's room for only one, and suggests flipping a coin. "We have no idea what's down there," protests Sam. Dean agrees to go if Sam's scared. Flip the damn coin, orders Sam. "Call it in the air--chicken," says Dean. Sam catches the coin in mid-air and insists, "I'm going." "I said I'd go," Dean reminds him, but Sam takes the rope and ties it around his waist, warning Dean not to drop him. (See how Dean goaded Sam into doing this by calling his lack of courage into question?)
Riding back in the Impala, Sam pushes a dead bug around in his hand. "So you found some beetles," says Dean, "in a hole in the ground--that's shocking, Sam." No tunnels, tracks, no sign of any other creature down there, says Sam--some beetles do eat meat, usually dead meat, but. . . Sam found 10 of them down there, but Dean points out it would take a hell of a lot more of them to eat someone's brain. Maybe there were more, suggests Sam. Dean thinks it sounds like a stretch, but Sam says they need more info--area, neighborhood, whether something like this has ever happened before. Spying balloons indicating a BBQ/open house, Dean figures that's a great place to start their research. Sam makes a face at him. What, we can't talk to the locals? asks Dean. Free food's got nothing to do with it? asks Sam. Of course not, says Dean formally, I'm a professional. Right, says Sam sarcastically. Dean parks the car and says, "Livin' in a place like this would freak me out!" "Why?" asks Sam. "The manicured lawns, 'How was your day, honey?'--I'd blow my brains out." "There's nothing wrong with NORMAL," says Sam. "I'd take our family over normal any day," says Dean. They knock at the door and introduce themselves to Larry, who remarks this isn't the best weather and welcomes them to Oasis Plains and says they welcome homeowners of any sexual orientation. Sam grins. Realizing what Larry means, Dean says hastily, "We're brothers." Sam explains that their father is getting on in years and they're looking for a place for him. "Great, seniors are welcome, too," Larry assures them. (Hilarious scene!)
In the backyard, Larry explains how, when he first came here, there was nothing but scrub brush and squirrels, but when he saw how nice the development was, he bought here himself--the first family in Oasis Plains. He introduces them to Joanie, his wife, urging her to lie about how much she likes living here, because he needs to sell some houses. He wanders off. "Don't let his salesman routine scare you," says Joanie, "this really is a great place to live." Lynda Bloome, head of sales and second to move in, joins them, and Joanie introduces her to the brothers as "a very noisy neighbor" before she, too, goes elsewhere. "She's kidding, of course," says Linda. When the brothers fumblingly indicate they want to become homeowners, Lynda again assures them that any sexual orientation is welcome. Dean says he's going to talk to Larry and smacks Sam on the butt before heading off (something Jensen ad-libbed). Lynda and Sam smile at each other. Larry walks downstairs, explaining to Dean they have a choice of carpet, hardwood or tile. Dean spots a jar filled with bugs on a table at the foot of the steps. "My son, he's into insects," says Larry, not happy about it--he's very inquisitive." "Hm," says Dean, looking at the jar filled with active buggies. Lynda is telling Sam how she uses her steam shower every day. "Sounds great," says Sam. She goes into the whirlpool speeds and choices of nickel or brass for the fixtures as Sam sees a tarantula heading for her hand and Larry's son is laughing about it. "Excuse me," says Sam, and allows the tarantula to crawl into his hand. "Is this yours?" he asks Larry's son. "Are you gonna tell my dad?" the kid belligerently inquires. "I dunno," says Sam, "who's your dad?" "LARRY usually skips me in the family introductions," the kid says bitterly. "OUCH, first-name basis with the old man," says Sam, "sounds pretty grim." The kid plays with his spider and says, "I'm not brochure material." "Hang in there," urges Sam, "it gets better, I promise." "When?" the kid asks, but they're interrupted by Larry, who stalks over and apologizes "for my son and his pet." "No bother," Sam assures him. Larry takes his son by the arm and pulls him away; they stand arguing in front of the door. "Remind you of somebody?" Sam asks Dean, who has just joined him. Dean gives him a puzzled look. "DAD?" says Sam. "Dad never treated us like that," says Dean. "He never treated YOU like that," says Sam, "you were perfect, "he was all over my case." Dean shakes his head. "You don't remember," says Sam. "Maybe he had to raise his voice," says Dean, "but sometimes, you were outta line." "Right," says Sam, "like when I said I'd rather play soccer than learn bow-hunting." "Bow-hunting's an important skill," Dean reminds him. "Whatever," says Sam, "how was your tour?" "It was excellent, I'm ready to buy," teases Dean--"Dustin wasn't the first strange death around here--about a year ago, one of their surveyors dropped dead while on the job--severe allergic reaction to bee stings." More bugs, they realize.
Later, Sam driving the Impala, Dean remarks that he's heard of killer bees, but not killer beetles--what makes insects attack? Sam points out that hauntings sometimes include bug manifestations--but neither of them saw evidence of ghost activity. Dean suggests they're being controlled by something or someone. Like Willard? asks Sam. Yeah, says Dean, but bugs instead of rats. There are psychic connections between people and animals, says Sam, elementals, telepaths. The whole Timmy-Lassie thing, says Dean--Larry's kid--he has bugs for pets! He tried to scare the realtor with a tarantula says Sam. Think he's our Willard? asks Dean. I dunno, anything's possible, I guess, says Sam. Since it's too late to talk to anyone else, Dean decides they're going to hole up in one of the new houses for the night. He opens the garage and urges Sam to pull in. Sam does so, punching Dean in the stomach through the window as he drives in. Dean closes the garage door after the Impala.
Realtor Linda sits down on her bed and watches a news report discussing the spraying of a wide area of the county due to reports of West Nile virus. A huge black spider crawls from her hair over her eye, and she wipes it away in disgust. (EWWWW! Alert) She shuts off the TV and heads into the steam shower, where, unseen by Linda, more spiders crawl from the shower fixture across the tile. When she does turn and see them, she screams and falls. Blood and water begin flowing down the drain. The glass shower door is shattered and covered in blood. Linda's body, littered with deep cuts, lies on the floor, bugs crawling over her dead face.
Sam, fully dressed, bangs on the bathroom, door, asking Dean if he's ever coming out of there--"a police call came in on the scanner!--someone was found dead three blocks from here, come on!" Dean, a towel wrapped around his head, opens the door. "This shower is awesome," he says. "Come on!" says Sam, disgusted. The Coroner's office is taking Lynda's body away as the Impala comes around the corner. As the brothers open umbrellas over their heads and look absolutely adorable doing so, Larry is on...
Sam, fully dressed, bangs on the bathroom, door, asking Dean if he's ever coming out of there--"a police call came in on the scanner!--someone was found dead three blocks from here, come on!" Dean, a towel wrapped around his head, opens the door. "This shower is awesome," he says. "Come on!" says Sam, disgusted. The Coroner's office is taking Lynda's body away as the Impala comes around the corner. As the brothers open umbrellas over their heads and look absolutely adorable doing so, Larry is on his cell phone telling someone he doesn't know anything more yet and will have to call back. Sam and Dean explain they wanted to take another look at the neighborhood--what's going on? Larry tells them Lynda, the realtor, died, he ID'd her body for the police; this isn't a good time right now. After Larry leaves them, the brothers concur that they must get into that house and see, as Dean says, "If we got a bug problem." They sneak into Lynda's bathroom, where her death outline is drawn on the carpet, and find dead spiders. Was this Spider Boy's doing, aka Matt?
Dean and Sam wait for Matt's bus, but when he gets off, instead of going home, he heads into the woods. They follow him. Matt has a praying mantis on his hand when they find him. "Hey, Matt, remember me?" asks Sam. "What are you doing out here?" asks Matt, nervous. "We want to talk to you," says Dean. "You're not here to buy a house, are you?" asks Matt--"wait--you're not serial killers?" "No, no, I think you're safe," says Sam, as both brothers smile. (I can understand Matt's concern; two older men accost him right off his school bus, it does smack of potential who-knows-what.) "So, Matt, you sure know a lot about insects," notes Dean, "do you know what happened to Lynda?" "I know she died this morning," says Matt. "That's right--spider bites," says Dean. Sam reminds Matt that he'd tried to scare Lynda with a spider. That tarantula was a joke, Matt assures them, and anyway, that wouldn't explain the bee attack or gas company guy. You know about those? asks Sam. There IS something going on here, Matt agrees, with the insects--"Let me show you something." They follow him. If you know about all this bug stuff, why not tell your dad? says Sam, so he can clear everybody out? I've tried, says Matt, but LARRY doesn't listen to me--he's too disappointed in his freak son. "I hear ya," says Sam. "You do?" asks Dean. Sam just looks at his brother, then asks Matt, "How old are you?" Hearing Matt's 16, Sam assures him that in two years, something great's gonna happen--college--you'll be able to get out of that house and away from your dad. "What kind of advice is that, kid should stick with his family," insists Dean. Sam gives Dean a giant bitch-face and asks Matt how much further. We're close, Matt says. Giving Dean another bitter glance, Sam walks on. We hear the loud sound of insects up in the trees as Matt stops and explains that he's been keeping track of insect populations as part of an AP Science class. "You two are like peas in a pod," says Dean. From bees to earthworms, beetles, says Matt, you name it, they're congregating here. Matt doesn't know why. Sam asks about a patch of disturbed earth. Dean leads the way to check it out. When Dean presses with his foot, a hole appears. Poking it with a stick reveals something solid. Reaching his hand in (a few heart-stopping moments for us), produces a skull! Dean gazes at the muddy skull, then at Sam. read less
Rock music playing from the Impala's speakers, Sam pulls up in front of a building, removes his jacket and covers up the box in the back seat with it before taking it out. A bunch of skeletons in an unmarked grave, says Sam. Maybe this is a haunting, says Dean--pissed-off spirits, unfinished business. The question is, why bugs?--and why now, says Sam, as they amble across campus. That's TWO questions, points out Dean. Why did you tell that kid back there to just ditch his family like that? asks ...
Rock music playing from the Impala's speakers, Sam pulls up in front of a building, removes his jacket and covers up the box in the back seat with it before taking it out. A bunch of skeletons in an unmarked grave, says Sam. Maybe this is a haunting, says Dean--pissed-off spirits, unfinished business. The question is, why bugs?--and why now, says Sam, as they amble across campus. That's TWO questions, points out Dean. Why did you tell that kid back there to just ditch his family like that? asks Dean. I know what the kid's going through, says Sam. How about telling him to respect his old man; how's THAT for advice? asks Dean sharply. They stop walking. This isn't about his old man, insists Sam, you think I didn't respect Dad, that's what this is about. Let's forget it, sorry I brought it up, says Dean. "I respected him," says Sam, "but no matter what I did, it wasn't good enough." "So what are you saying, Dad was disappointed in you?" asks Dean. "WAS?--IS--always has been," insists Sam. "Why would you think that?" asks Dean, incredulous. "Because I didn't want to bow hunt, or hustle pool; I wanted to go to school and live my life, which in our whacked-out family made ME the freak," says Sam. "You were kinda like the blond chick in the MUNSTERS, says Dean, smiling. "Dean, you know how most Dads are when their kids score a full ride?" asks Sam--"proud. Most dads don't toss their kids out of the house." Nodding, Dean says, "I remember that fight--in fact, I seem to remember a few choice phrases comin' out of your mouth." Huffing, Sam says, "You know, truth is, when we finally do find Dad, I don't even know if he's gonna wanna see me." "Sam," says Dean, "Dad was never disappointed in you--never--he was scared." "What are you talkin' about?" demands Sam. "He was afraid of what coulda happened to ya if he wasn't around," says Dean, "but even when the two of you weren't talking, he used to swing by Stanford whenever he could--keep an eye on you--make sure you were safe." "What," says Sam, stunned. "Yeah," says Dean. "Why didn't he tell me any of that?" asks Sam. "It's a two-way street, Dude, you coulda picked up the phone," says Dean. Realizing Sam is overcome by what he's told him, Dean reminds him of their appointment. They head into a building marked Department of Anthropology. Dean and Sam speak to a professor, claiming to be in his class, Anthro 101. They show him the bones, which he dubs an interesting find, 170 years old, give or take, Native American. Sam asks if there were any tribes or reservations on that land. Not according to the historical record, answers the professor, but the relocation of tribal peoples was quite common at the time. What about local legends or oral histories? asks Sam. There's a Euchee tribe in Sapulpa, about 60 miles from here, he suggests, someone out there might know the truth. Dean agrees that's a good place to check.
Driving in the Impala, the boys pass a dog eating garbage and ask for directions from a Native American man, who points to where they need to go. They stop to see a man named Joe White Tree, playing cards on a table. Sam asks if they can ask him a few questions. Dean claims they're students at the university. "No you're not, you're lying," says Joe. When Dean says, "Truth is," Joe says only liars start sentences with 'Truth is.' Sam asks if he's heard of Oasis Plains, a housing development. Joe says he likes Sam, he's not a liar. Dean wipes his face with his hand. "I know the area," Joe says. Sam explains that something bad is happening there, and they think it's connected to some old Native American bones they found there. Joe says, I'll tell you what my grandfather told me, what his grandfather told him. Two hundred years ago, a band of my ancestors lived in that valley. One day, the American cavalry came to relocate them. They were resistant, the cavalry impatient. As my grandfather put it, on the night the moon and the sun share the sky as equals, the cavalry first raided our village. They murdered, raped. The next day, the cavalry came again, and the next, and the next. And on the sixth night, the cavalry came one last time. And by the time the sun rose, every man, woman, and child still in the village was dead. They say on the sixth night, as the chief of the village lay dying, he whispered to the heavens that no white man would ever tarnish this land again. Nature would rise up and protect the valley. And it would bring as many days of misery and death to the white man as the cavalry had brought upon his people." "Insects," says Dean, "sounds like nature to me. . .six days." "On the night of the sixth day," says Joe, "none would survive." As they're leaving, Sam asks Dean when the gas company man died. We got here Tuesday, says Dean, so Friday, the 20th. March 20th, says Sam, the spring equinox. The night the sun and the moon share the sky equally, says Dean. So every year about this time, anybody in Oasis Plains is in danger, says Sam--Larry built this neighborhood on cursed land. The sixth night--that's tonight, realizes Dean. If we don't do something, Larry's family will be dead by sunrise, says Sam--so how do we break the curse? You don't break a curse, says Dean, you get out of its way, we've got to get those people out, now. They climb into the Impala and race back to Oasis Plains.
Matt exits his house, holding up a flashlight. Finding a hole in the ground, he starts reaching toward it, but when gigantic cockroaches crawl out, he pulls his hand away in revulsion and quickly retreats back into his house. read less
Racing back to Oasis Plains, Dean tries to buy time by calling Larry Pike and claiming to be Travis from the gas company. "There's a gas leak in your vicinity and you must vacate the house for at least 12 hours," insists Dean, but Larry knows Travis, with whom he's worked for the past year. "Who is this?" demands Larry. Dean, having no answer, hangs up. Sam impatiently takes the phone from Dean and calls Matt, who, frightened, reports that his yard is crawling with cockroaches. Sam orders him to...
Racing back to Oasis Plains, Dean tries to buy time by calling Larry Pike and claiming to be Travis from the gas company. "There's a gas leak in your vicinity and you must vacate the house for at least 12 hours," insists Dean, but Larry knows Travis, with whom he's worked for the past year. "Who is this?" demands Larry. Dean, having no answer, hangs up. Sam impatiently takes the phone from Dean and calls Matt, who, frightened, reports that his yard is crawling with cockroaches. Sam orders him to get his family out of the house, right now. Matt asks why. "Because something is coming," answers Sam. "More bugs," guesses Matt. "A lot more," promises Sam. "My dad doesn't listen under the best of circumstances, what am I supposed to tell him?" asks Matt. "Make him listen!" insists Sam. Dean grabs the phone and sternly orders Matt, "Under no circumstances are you to tell the truth, he'll just think you're nuts, tell him you have a sharp pain in your right side and you have to go to the hospital, OK?" Matt agrees and hangs up. Dean rolls his eyes at Sam. "'Make him listen,'" he says sarcastically, "what are you thinking?"
However, when they pull up in front of the house, the Pike family car hasn't budged. "Damn it, they're still here," says Dean. The bug zapper hanging in front of the door kills a few as Sam and Dean run up. Matt and Larry come out, the latter pointing his forefinger at them. "Get out of here before I call the cops!" he orders. Sam tries to ask him to listen; Matt tells his father they're just trying to help. Larry commands his son to get back in the house. "I sort of. . .told him the truth," confesses Matt. "We had a plan, what happened to the plan?" asks Dean. Sam tells them it's 12 AM, they're coming any minute now--"get your family and GO-- before it's too late." "Before the biblical swarm," says Larry sarcastically. "What do you think really happened to that realtor?" Dean asks him, "and the gas company guy--you don't think something weird's going on around here?" Larry says he doesn't know who they are, but he thinks they're crazy, and if they come near him or his boy again, "we're going to have a problem. "I hate to be a downer," says Dean, "but we got a problem right now." "Dad," says Matt, "they're right--we're in danger." "MATT, GET INSIDE, NOW!" shouts Larry. "No," cries Matt, "why won't you listen to me?" "Because this is crazy," insists his father, "it doesn't make any sense!" "Look, this land is cursed!" says Sam--"people have died here, now are you really going to take that risk with your family?" They all hear a very loud buzzing noise, which keeps increasing in volume. "What the hell?" asks Larry. The fluorescent bug light on the porch begins to smoke, killing way more bugs than it's used to. "All right," says Dean, "it's time to go--Larry, get your wife." "Guys," says Matt. All of them look up to see millions of bugs flying toward the house, obliterating the sky. "Oh my God," says Larry. "We'll never make it," says Sam. Dean urges them into the house. "What's happening?" asks Joanie--"what's that noise?" "Call 9-1-1," Larry tells his wife, calling her name when she doesn't respond because she's staring, frozen at the sound. Dean tells Larry they need towels; Sam and Matt run upstairs to close and lock everything. Joanie reports the phones are dead. "They chewed through the phone lines," says Dean, shoving a towel under the front door. The lights go out. "And the power-lines," Dean adds. Larry can't get a signal on his cell phone, either. Bugs are pelting the windows like rain, smashed against the glass, leaving everyone staring at each other with wide, terrified eyes. "What do we do now?" asks Larry. "Try and outlast it," answers Sam, "hopefully, the curse will end at sunrise." "Hopefully?" asks Larry unhappily. Dean goes into the kitchen and picks through everything under the sink until he finds cans of bug spray. Everyone looks at him like he's crazy. "BUG SPRAY?" ejaculates Joanie. "Trust me," says Dean. "What's that?" asks Matt, and they all focus on the fireplace, walking toward it. "The flue," realizes Dean--"get upstairs." Before any of them can move, there's a horrible sound and the living room is inundated with insects, buzzing, flying, stinging. Dean, shouting "Get upstairs!--GO! GO! GO!", keeping everyone behind him, presses the button on the insect spray, sending toxic flames at the bugs. He pulls down the attic ladder, the bugs in pursuit, and continues to flame-spray the enemy as all humans bundle into the attic. Sam shuts the door on a slew of angry, noisy bugs still trying to come after them.
The Winchester and Pike families kneel in the attic, listening to what sounds like a jet plane hovering over the house. Bits of roof are falling down on their heads. "Oh, God, what's that?" asks Joanie, scared. "Something's eating the wood," says Dean, looking up. "Termites," supplies Matt. "Everybody get back!" calls Dean. The Pikes, holding onto each other tightly, move further back into the attic. Seconds later, a huge section of the roof caves in and a giant swarm of insects enters the attic...
The Winchester and Pike families kneel in the attic, listening to what sounds like a jet plane hovering over the house. Bits of roof are falling down on their heads. "Oh, God, what's that?" asks Joanie, scared. "Something's eating the wood," says Dean, looking up. "Termites," supplies Matt. "Everybody get back!" calls Dean. The Pikes, holding onto each other tightly, move further back into the attic. Seconds later, a huge section of the roof caves in and a giant swarm of insects enters the attic. While Dean does his best to fight them off wit the bug-flame can, Sam grabs hold of the front panel of the oil burner, shoves it against the hole and, with Dean's help, props up a tall piece of lumber to hold it in place. There are still plenty of bugs left in the attic to sting and scare the human occupants.
Another section of roof caves in as termites efficiently cut another jagged hole; the first hole re-opens and thousands of bugs barrel in, attacking the five humans with relentless fury. Dean continues to use the insect spray, but it's mostly useless against so many.
Suddenly, it's dawn (and most fans make fun of this episode because dawn comes so soon; one moment Sam tells us it's 12 AM, next thing we know, the sun has risen, and it seems ridiculous to accept that they have been in the attic, fighting off the bugs, for that many hours. To me, it's no big deal).
Suddenly, the bugs are all leaving the attic, buzzing up and out of the holes in the roof as quickly as they had arrived. Sam and Dean, their heads very close together, stare up through one of the holes and watch the noisy swarm flying away from where it had come. Through the hole on the outside of the roof, Sam huffs a smile.
We see a truck that says D.I.Y. Mover, and in front of it, the Pike family SUV. The Impala comes around the corner and parks across the street. Larry stands outside the moving van. "What, no goodbye?" asks Dean. "Good timing," says Larry, "another hour and we'd have been gone." "For good?" asks Sam as Larry shakes their hands. "Yeah," says Larry, "the development's been put on hold while the government investigates those bones you've found--and I'm gonna make DAMN sure no one lives here again." "You don't seem too upset about it," notes Sam. "This has been the biggest financial disaster of my career," says Larry, gazing lovingly at Matt walking past with a box, "but somehow, I really don't care." Something twitches in Dean's cheek and Sam smiles and walks over to find Matt tossing out all his bugs and bug-related paraphernalia. "What's this??" Sam asks. "I don't know," says Matt, "they kind of weird me out now." Chuckling, Sam says, "I should hope so!" They laugh together and smile at each other. Sam goes to stand beside Dean, both leaning against the Impala. "I want to find Dad," says Sam. "Yeah, me too," agrees Dean. "Yeah, but I just. . .I want to apologize to him," says Sam. "For what?" asks Dean. "All the things I said to him," says Sam, "he was just doin' the best he could." Nodding, Dean says, "Don't worry, we'll find him, and you'll apologize, and within five minutes, you'll be at each other's throats." Sam laughs. "Yeah, probably," he says, "let's hit the road." "Let's," agrees Dean, and as "No One Like You" swells on the sound track, the Winchesters take one last look at Matt and his father, and we see the retreating plate: KAZ 2Y5 as the Impala roars away from Oasis Plains.
We hear one single bug killed by the electric zapper. read less