NOW - Cicero, Indiana - A divorced mom greets her ex as he pulls into the driveway. Her daughter runs into her arms. The husband explains that he didn't have much choice in bringing her home; she "pitched a fit." As dad drives off, the little girl tells her mother she doesn't want to have "dad's night" anymore. Mom, puzzled, wonders why. "I hate it there," the little girl says passionately, "he's mean and there are monsters there--I don't wanna go back--please don't let the monsters get me!" Mom... read more NOW - Cicero, Indiana - A divorced mom greets her ex as he pulls into the driveway. Her daughter runs into her arms. The husband explains that he didn't have much choice in bringing her home; she "pitched a fit." As dad drives off, the little girl tells her mother she doesn't want to have "dad's night" anymore. Mom, puzzled, wonders why. "I hate it there," the little girl says passionately, "he's mean and there are monsters there--I don't wanna go back--please don't let the monsters get me!" Mom holds her daughter close and assures her she doesn't have to go. In Dad's garage workshop, where he's working on a rocking horse, his saw springs to life all by itself as he's leaving. He shuts it off, but it re-starts itself all over again. When he returns to check it out, he falls on it, backwards. The saw splits him open; blood gushes from the wound and his mouth. The rocking horse begins to rock by itself, as if celebrating his death. read less

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Sam sits at a table in a diner, working on his laptop, talking on his phone to Bobby. Sam is nervous, constantly checking for Dean. "What do you mean you don't think it will work, Bobby?" asks Sam--"It's a demon-dispelling ritual. Well, maybe we got the translation wrong. Look, we can't just let Dean fry in hell while we. . .well, there's got to be something." He sees Dean approaching. "Yeah. No. I gotta go. Okay. Never mind." Dean enters and gazes suspiciously at Sam. "Hey, who was that?" asks... read more Sam sits at a table in a diner, working on his laptop, talking on his phone to Bobby. Sam is nervous, constantly checking for Dean. "What do you mean you don't think it will work, Bobby?" asks Sam--"It's a demon-dispelling ritual. Well, maybe we got the translation wrong. Look, we can't just let Dean fry in hell while we. . .well, there's got to be something." He sees Dean approaching. "Yeah. No. I gotta go. Okay. Never mind." Dean enters and gazes suspiciously at Sam. "Hey, who was that?" asks Dean. "I was just ordering pizza," says Sam awkwardly. "Dude, you do realize that you're in a restaurant?" says Dean. Sam, crossing his arms over his chest, knowing how stupid he sounds, says, "Yeah. Yeah. Oh, yeah. I just felt like pizza, you know?" Sam makes a ridiculous face. Dean sits across from him and says, "Okay, Weirdy Mcweirderton. So, I think I got something--Cicero, Indiana. Falls on his own power saw." Sam looks at the newspaper. "And? That it? One power saw?" "Well. . .yeah," says Dean. "And you think that this is a case?" asks Sam. "Well, I don't know. Could be," says Dean. "I don't know, Dean," says Sam. Blushing, Dean admits, "Okay, there's something better in Cicero than just a case--Lisa Braeden. "Should I even ask?" says Sam. "Remember that road trip I took, uh. . .gosh, about eight years ago now?" asks Dean. "You were in Orlando with dad wrapping up that banshee thing," recalls Sam--"the five states, five-day--" "Well," says Dean, "kind of. Although I spent most of my time in Lisa Braeden's loft." "So let me get this straight," outlines Sam, "you want to drive all the way to Cicero just to hook up with some random chick?" "She was a yoga teacher," remembers Dean fondly, "it was the bendiest weekend of my life. Come on. have a heart, huh? It's my dying wish." "How many dyin' wishes are you gonna get?" wonders Sam. "As many as I can squeeze out," insists Dean, "come on, smile, Sam! God knows I'm gonna be smiling after 24 hours with Gumby girl." Sam grins. Dean, apparently remembering, grins wickedly. "Gumby girl," he says. Then, thinking it over, he frowns. "Does that make me Pokey?" he asks. (LATER, CICERO, INDIANA) - Dean can't dump Sam off at the Cicero Pines Hotel fast enough. "Don't wait up for me, Sammy," he advises. "Wait, Dean," says Sam, trying to get his duffel before his brother drives off with it, "Dean, you. . .Dean!" Dean drives off and heads into Morning Hill, a pretty community where homes are still being constructed. Lisa's house has multi-colored balloons outside. Lisa, a beautiful brunette with a great body, answers the door and, clearly surprised, instantly recognizes him. "Dean!" she exclaims. "Lisa, how's it going?" says Dean admiringly. "Wow. So, how long has it been?" she asks. "Eight, going on nine years now," he replies, "crazy, right?" "Yeah," she says--"So, what are you doing here?" "Oh, I was just passing through, and I couldn't resist," he says, "I remember that you love surprises." "Yeah," she says, not quite sure she likes THIS surprise--"Dean Winchester. Wow. Just. . .wow. I'm--I'm sorry. You kind of came at a bad time. We're having a party." "A party?" says Dean--"Well, I love parties." Making a dirty, sexy movement with his mouth, he nudges past her and enters the house. She leads him into the backward, which is decorated for a kid's birthday party. One child chases another between them and into the house. "So, uh, who's the party for?" asks Dean. "Ben. My son," Lisa replies. "Oh. you have a--" says Dean. "Yep," she answers hastily. She points to a handsome young boy wearing a blue jean jacket and jeans, who is opening gifts. "That's him," says Lisa. "Yes!" crows Ben, opening a CD. "AC/DC rules!" Dean's eyebrows go up. "How old--?" he asks Lisa. "Eight," she answers.
Lisa spies the mother and daughter we saw earlier in the episode. "Oh, Dean, could you excuse me a minute?" "Yeah, sure," says Dean, "don't mind me." As Lisa hugs and kisses the other mom, Dean watches Ben dive ravenously into a sandwich. He notes the cars on the kid's cake--are those Impalas? As he ponders this kid's similarity to him, two women seated behind him are admiring his hindquarters, discussing the gossip they have heard about him. WOMAN #1: "Did you hear Lisa call him 'Dean'?" WOMAN #2" "Yeah. Why?" WOMAN #1: "You don't know about Dean? THE Dean. 'Best-night-of-my-life Dean'."
WOMAN #2: "No. Tell me." WOMAN #1: "Oh, my god, so, they had this crazy, semi-illegal--" She stops speaking when Dean looks at them. "Hi," he says. WOMAN #2 (flirtatiously): "Hi." WOMAN #1 (equally flirtatiously:) "Hello." Uncomfortable over their scrutiny, Dean turns to the right, then to the left, and, plate of cake in hand, exits. One of the cougars makes a growling sound. Kids are jumping in a moon bounce, enjoying themselves. Outside it, Ben stands eating a piece of cake. Dean joins him. "What's up?" he asks the little boy. "What's up with you?" Ben asks. The two look like twins as they stare after an attractive mom and her cute daughter, then again as they lift forkfuls of cake to their mouths with their right hands. "So, it's your birthday," says Dean. "Guilty," says Ben. "It's a cool party," opines Dean. "Dude, it's so freakin' sweet," says Ben--"and this moon bounce--it's EPIC!"
"Yeah," says Dean, now somewhat freaked out, "it's pretty awesome." "You know who else thinks they're awesome?" asks Ben--"Chicks. It's like hot-chick city out there." Ben enters the moon bounce after a little girl, announcing, "Here comes trouble!" Dean looks at Ben, does some quick math calculations, then races away, knocking something over in his haste. Ben jumps in the moon bounce, surrounded by girls. read less

Lisa pours iced tea for the frazzled mother whose husband died in his garage. "So, how you holding up?" asks Lisa. "Fine," the other woman replies. "Really?" says Lisa. "Oh, you know--I just. . .never mind." To Lisa's dismay, the other woman confides that she feels something is wrong with Katie, her daughter. The child in question stands outside, alone, no one playing with her. Lisa thinks it's just the devastation of losing her father. "No," says Katie's mom, "that's not what I'm talking about.... read more Lisa pours iced tea for the frazzled mother whose husband died in his garage. "So, how you holding up?" asks Lisa. "Fine," the other woman replies. "Really?" says Lisa. "Oh, you know--I just. . .never mind." To Lisa's dismay, the other woman confides that she feels something is wrong with Katie, her daughter. The child in question stands outside, alone, no one playing with her. Lisa thinks it's just the devastation of losing her father. "No," says Katie's mom, "that's not what I'm talking about. There is something really. . .wrong with her. I'm not sure that Katie is. . .Katie. I'm not sure that's my daughter." "I know you're grieving," says Lisa, horrified, "but you can't talk like that. Katie needs you, but you don't understand--seriously. We're gonna get you help. It'll be okay." Angry at Lisa's reaction to her confession, Katie's mom calls to her daughter--"We're leaving!" Dean enters, his mind on only one thing. "So, I, uh, met Ben. Cool kid," says Dean. They see Ben out by the moon bounce, shmoozing up a girl. "Yeah," agrees Lisa. "I couldn't help but notice that, uh, he's turning eight," says Dean, "you and me. . .you know." He raises his eyebrows to remind her. Lisa busies herself in the kitchen, clearly trying to avoid Dean's question, not looking at him. "You're. . .not trying to ask me if he's yours?" she says, with fake laughter. "No. No, of course not," says Dean, then jumps in--"He's not, is he?" "What? No," says Lisa hastily. "Right," says Dean, watching Katie and her mother leaving--"Something wrong with your friend?" "She's been through a lot," explains Lisa, "her ex just died in this horrible accident." "Oh, yeah, didn't I just read about that?--the power saw." "Yeah," says Lisa, guess there's been a lot of bad luck in the neighborhood lately." "What kind of bad luck?" asks Dean. (CICERO PINES MOTEL DINER) - Sam sits at his computer, taking notes. His lunch is untouched on the table. The blond who's been following him sits across from him. "Hello, Sam," she says. He stares at her: Who the hell are you? his eyes ask.

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(DINER) - "You've been following me since Lincoln," accuses Sam. "Not much gets by you, huh?" she says, snapping his computer closed, grabbing one of his fries. "These are amazing," she observes, "it's like deep-fried crack--try some." Sam waits for a patron to pass and says, "That knife you had. You can kill demons with that thing?" "Sure comes in handy when I have to swoop in and save the damsel in distress," she teases, grabbing the saucer from under his coffee cup and squirting ketchup into ... read more (DINER) - "You've been following me since Lincoln," accuses Sam. "Not much gets by you, huh?" she says, snapping his computer closed, grabbing one of his fries. "These are amazing," she observes, "it's like deep-fried crack--try some." Sam waits for a patron to pass and says, "That knife you had. You can kill demons with that thing?" "Sure comes in handy when I have to swoop in and save the damsel in distress," she teases, grabbing the saucer from under his coffee cup and squirting ketchup into it. "Where did you get it?" Sam asks. "Skymall," she replies. "Why are you following me?" queries Sam. "I'm interested in you," she says, dipping a fry in the ketchup and popping it into her mouth. "Why?" asks Sam. "Because you're tall," she says--"I love a tall man. And then there's the whole Antichrist thing." "Excuse me?" says Sam. "Generation of psychic kids, yellow-eyed demon rounds you up, celebrity death match ensues. You're the sole survivor," she says in mock awe, drinking his soda. "How do you know about that?" demands Sam. I'm a good hunter," she responds--"so, Yellow Eyes had some pretty big plans for you, Sam. "HAD being the key word," he says. "Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah," she says, "that's right. Ding-dong, the demon's dead. Good job with that. It doesn't change the fact that you're special. . .in that Anthony Michael Hall ESP visions kind of way." "No. That's stuff's not happening anymore," says Sam, "not since Yellow-Eyes died." "Well, I'm thinking you're still a pretty big deal," she says, "I mean, after all that business with your mom." "What about my mom?" asks Sam. "You know, what happened to her friends," she says, staring at him, realizing. "You. . .don't know," says the blond, fascinated, "you've got a little bit of catching up to do, my friend, so, why don't you look into your mom's pals, and then give me a call and we'll talk again?" She writes her phone number on his hand and stands to go. "And by the way, you do know there's a job in this town, right?" she says. Sam looks at her phone number written on his hand, then answers his ringing cell phone. It's Dean, calling from his car, parked in front of Lisa's house. "There is a job here," he says. "Really?" says Sam nervously. "Yeah," says Dean, "you know that one freak accident we read about in the paper?--turns out there's four more that never even MADE the paper--all in this Morning Hill gated community. People fallin' off of ladders, drownin' in their Jacuzzis all over the neighborhood. "That is weird," agrees Sam. "Something is up," says Dean, adjusting his rear review mirror, " something these big gates can't protect them from." (KATIE'S MOM'S HOUSE) - Katie's mother is asleep on the sofa, the book THE HISTORIAN on the pillow. Katie startles her awake, sitting beside her. "Play with me, Mommy," she says in a mechanical voice. "Okay. Sure. Yeah let's, um, let's play," Mom agrees. Katie, thrilled, launches herself against her exhausted mother's back, throwing her arms around her waist. "Oh, good. I love you, Mommy." "I love you too, sweetie," Mom says, holding her close, not sounding like she really means it. "I'm hungry, mommy," Katie says. Mom catches sight of her daughter's arms and legs in the mirror. They're peeling, hideous, nothing like Katie's real legs at all! She pushes Katie away, staring at her, but all she sees is her daughter, looking normal. Katie repeats, "I'm hungry," and her mother, staring at a normal reflection of her daughter in the mirror, turns to prepare something to eat. "Yeah," says Mom. (ANOTHER SUBURBAN HOUSE) - It's a bright, pretty day. Sam, dressed in a dark suit and posing as an insurance agent, speaks with another mother, explaining he's sorry to disturb her, but he really wants to expedite the life insurance policy. "Of course. Okay," the mom says. She takes him to the place where her husband fell. A ladder is propped against a wall; a board covers a broken window. "This is, um, where he fell," she explains. "I see," says Sam, "Now, how exactly did he--" "He was just inside changing a light bulb," she says, "Must have lost his balance." "Were you here when this happened?" Sam asks. "No, I was out," the mom says, "uh, the only one here was our daughter, Dakota." Sam spots a dark haired girl in pigtails balefully eying him through the downstairs window. Sam nods at her. There's a red smudge below this window and on the nearby railing. "Okay," says Sam, "well, uh, I think that's all I need. I'll get out of your way now." As he's following her, Sam notices an odd, round wound on the back of her neck. "Thank you," says the mom. Expressionless, Dakota watches them go. (KATIE'S HOUSE) - Mom, rubbing the back of her neck like it's really hurting, finishes making a grilled cheese sandwich for Katie. She sets it on the table in front of the child. "Thank you, Mommy," says Katie politely. Staring at Katie like she's a stranger, Mom says, "You eat. Mommy will be right back." Nearing the end of her rope, Katie's mother enters the bathroom and shuts and locks the door. Looking at her reflection in the mirror, she pushes her hair out of the way and stares at the same weird wound Dakota's mother had on the back of HER neck. Katie pounds at the door: "MOMMY?!" "Just-- just give Mommy a second!" Still banging at the door and jiggling the handle, Katie yells, "Let me in. Mommy! Let me in. Mommy! Let me in! What are you doing?! Let me in! Let me in! Let me in! Let me in! Let me in! Let me in!" Her mother keeps staring at the wound on her neck, trying to calm herself down. "Give Mommy a minute." The doorbell rings. Katie's mother fixes her hair, wipes away her tears and goes to the door, which Katie has already answered. Real Estate Lady (one of the women admiring Dean's behind earlier) stands holding out a gift basket. "Aren't you just the cutest thing?" she coos at Katie. Mom accepts the basket with a weak smile. "Oh, thank you. Uh, Katie, could you put these in the kitchen, please?" Katie does as she's told. "Katie seems okay, considering," says Real Estate Lady. "She's fine. Yeah. Um, look, I'm--" "And you--how are you doing really?" asks REL. "I'm fine," Mom answers, "look, we're fine. Um, this isn't a good time." "I wasn't sure if you were keeping the house or selling," says REL--"We at Cicero Realty would like--" (Wow, jump in the grave much?) "Look, I told you, it's not a good time!" cries Mom, shutting the door in her face, pressing her back against it. Within seconds, Katie is right THERE, demanding, "I want ice cream. Mommy. Ice cream, please." Mom gawps at her. read less

Ben, dejected, sits on a park bench. Dean, about to climb into the Impala, goes over to him. "Hey, Ben." "Hey. You were at my party," the boy realizes. "Yeah, I'm Dean." He sits beside him, gazing at his downcast face--"Everything okay? Something wrong?" Ben shrugs. Dean notices he has an empty electronic game carrier, then checks out a group of boys who are playing with what looks like a Game Boy. "That your game they're playing with?" "Ryan Humphrey borrowed it, and now he won't give it back,... read more Ben, dejected, sits on a park bench. Dean, about to climb into the Impala, goes over to him. "Hey, Ben." "Hey. You were at my party," the boy realizes. "Yeah, I'm Dean." He sits beside him, gazing at his downcast face--"Everything okay? Something wrong?" Ben shrugs. Dean notices he has an empty electronic game carrier, then checks out a group of boys who are playing with what looks like a Game Boy. "That your game they're playing with?" "Ryan Humphrey borrowed it, and now he won't give it back," says Ben. "Well, you want me to go--" Instantly, Ben says, "No! Don't go over there! Only bitches send a grown-up." "You're not wrong," says Dean, bemused.
"And I'm not a bitch," says Ben. "Is that Humphrey?" asks Dean, leaning over, smiling--"The one that needs to lay off the burgers?" Ben grins and nods. Dean speaks to Ben, man to man. Ben walks over to the group of boys, all of whom are taller than he. "Ryan," says Ben firmly, clearing his throat, "I'd like my game back, please."
When Ryan ignores him, Ben looks to Dean, who gives him a reassuring thumbs-up. Ben clears his throat again. "RYAN!" he says. The bigger boy finally turns around, and his friends look ready to witness and enjoy a fight. "Fine," says Ryan threateningly, "take it back!" Ben looks at the group facing him, nervous; Ryan continues to give him the evil eye. Ben turns as if to leave. "See?" says Ryan--"Told you guys he was a--" Ryan's speech is cut off as Ben turns back suddenly and kicks Ryan hard between the legs, twice. Ryan crumples to the ground on his back, looking like a felled turtle nursing his nads. Dean, watching, first looks like he feels Ryan's pain, then very proud of Ben. Ben takes the game back with a "thanks." Dean covers his triumphant smile and gives an admiring whistle. Ben returns to the bench and a grinning Dean. They high-five. "Dude, that was awesome!" exclaims Ben. Lisa, who has witnessed what her son did, cries, "Benjamin Isaac Braeden! What's gotten into you?" "He stole my game!" says Ben. "So you kick him?" demands Lisa-- "Since when is. . ." She looks at Dean, who is still smiling. "Did you tell my son to beat up that kid?" she asks angrily. "What?" says Dean--"Somebody had to teach him how to kick the bully in the nads." "Who asked you to teach him anything?" demands Lisa. "Just relax," urges Dean. She grabs him off the bench and says, for his ears only, "What are you even still doing here? We had one weekend together a million years ago. You don't know me. You have no business with my son." "Lisa," Dean protests. "Just leave us alone," she says, leading Ben away. Ben pulls out of his mother's grip and runs back to give Dean a hug, pressing his face into Dean's tummy. "Ben," calls Lisa. Ben looks up into Dean's face. "Thanks," he says, then runs back to Lisa and they go. Dean gazes sadly after them. Three children standing around turn their stares on him, weirding him out. (KATIE'S HOUSE) - Katie's mother is strapping her into her car seat, which is made difficult because Katie is playing with Mom's hair, touching and trying to hug her. "I love you most in the whole wide world, mommy," Katie says. "Um, me too, sweetie. Come on, hold still," says Mom. Adjusting her rear view mirror, Mom sees Katie reflected as a monster with black holes for eyes and a round mouth filled with teeth that clearly caused the wound on the back of her neck. Turning around, only Katie sits back there. "What's wrong, mommy?" asks Katie, seeing Mommy's terror-filled face. "Nothing, sweetie," Mom assures her. "Are we going for ice cream now?" asks Katie. "Yeah, we're going for ice cream," says Mom, who instead drives the car to the edge of a lake, gets out, and rolls the car in. Katie turns and expressionlessly watches Mommy as the car goes down into the dark water. Mom, sobbing, returns home and heads inside, slamming and locking the door behind her. In the kitchen, seated over a puddle of water, is Katie, dripping wet. "Hi, Mommy," she says, smiling. "Can I have the ice cream now?" read less

Sam works at his computer checking out changeling lore. Dean enters. "Something's wrong with the kids in this town," he says. "Yeah. Tell me about it," says Sam. "So, what do you know about changelings?" "Evil monster babies?" says Dean. "No, not necessarily babies," says Sam. "The kids," realizes Dean, "creepy, 'stare at you like you're lunch' kids?" "Yup, there's one at every victim's house," says Sam, showing Dean a map of the housing development. (LATER) - Sam sits on the bed doing more res... read more Sam works at his computer checking out changeling lore. Dean enters. "Something's wrong with the kids in this town," he says. "Yeah. Tell me about it," says Sam. "So, what do you know about changelings?" "Evil monster babies?" says Dean. "No, not necessarily babies," says Sam. "The kids," realizes Dean, "creepy, 'stare at you like you're lunch' kids?" "Yup, there's one at every victim's house," says Sam, showing Dean a map of the housing development. (LATER) - Sam sits on the bed doing more research while Dean prepares a kerosene torch. "So," says Sam, "changelings can perfectly mimic children. According to lore, they climb in the window, snatch the kid. There were marks on the windowsill at one of the kid's houses--looked to me like blood." We go to Katie's house, where Mom is sleeping, an open bottle of pills on her night table. Katie stares at Mommy and brushes the hair back from her neck to reveal the round bruise. Katie's face morph into what we saw reflected in the rear view mirror, and she leans in to, presumably, latch onto Mommy's neck to feed. (This dialogue is spoken in voice-over the previous scene.) "The changeling grabs a kid, assumes its form, joins the happy fam just for kicks?" says Dean. "Not quite," says Sam, "changelings feed on the mom's synovial fluid. The moms have these odd bruises on the back of their necks. Changelings can drain them for a few weeks before mom finally croaks." "And then there's dad and the babysitter." "Yeah. Seems like anyone who gets between the changeling and its food source ends up dead," says Sam. Dean holds up the torch. "And fire's the only way to waste them?" he asks. Sam nods. "Great," says Dean, "we'll just bust in, drag the kids out, torch them on the front lawn. That will play great with the neighbors. What about the real ones? What happens to them?" "According to lore, they stash 'em underground somewhere," says Sam--"I don't know why, but if it's true, the real kids might be out there somewhere." "We better start looking," says Dean--"So, any kid in
the neighborhood is vulnerable?" "Yep," answers Sam. "We gotta make a stop," says Dean, "I want to check on someone." "If the real kids are still alive, we don't have time," insists Sam. "We have to," says Dean firmly. Dean knocks on Lisa's door. Bewildered, she answers. "Dean?" she says. "I was thinking, Ben's birthday, I didn't bring him a present," says Dean quickly. He hands her one of his fake credit cards and suggests she take Ben to away one weekend, on him--Six Flaggs is great, go now, avoid the traffic! She notes the name of Siegfried Houdini on the card and even though Dean insists it's his and will work, refuses to take it. "You should go," insists Lisa. Ben enters the room, asks. "Mommy, what's wrong?" "Nothing, Ben," says Dean, "it's cool." "Make him go away, Mommy," says Ben mechanically.
"You heard him," says Lisa, "get out." "Lisa. . .I don't think this is a good idea," says Dean. "Get out!" she says, and closes the door in his face. He stares through the window at Lisa opening a book. Through another window, he spies Ben, a book open under his hand, staring straight ahead. Noticing the red mark beside a window, he dips his fingers into it and rubs it between his thumb and fingers. He looks up--there it is on the second floor window, too! He runs back to the Impala, where Sam is waiting. "They took Ben. He's changed," he hastily reports to Sam. "What? You sure?" asks his brother. "Yeah, I'm sure. I checked his windowsill," says Dean. "Blood?" asks Sam. "I don't think it is blood," says Dean, "and I think I know where the kids are." He drives the Impala to a home under construction and pulls into the driveway. Once he and Sam climb out, Dean shows his brother red dirt piled next to the driveway--THIS is what they've been finding on the windowsills. "You take the front, I'll go around," instructs Dean, tossing Sam his duffel. Inside the unfinished house, Dean finds cages. A hand reaching from the top of one turns out to be Ben's. There are other cages, each containing one of the missing children. "Ben. . .Ben. . .it's okay--I'm gonna get you out of here," promises Dean. Sam, checking the back of the house, is caught by the Real Estate Lady, who demands to know what he's doing. Her hideous reflection in a glass pane reveals her true identity--Changeling Real Estate Lady! read less

CREL spots Sam. "What do you think you're doing?" she demands--"This is private property. I'm calling the police." In the other part of the house, Dean runs around the cages, trying to figure out how to free the kids----and the REAL Real Estate Lady, who is also imprisoned. (BACK TO SAM) - "You heard me! Get out!" cries CREL. Sam reaches for his bag. "Let me get my bag," he says quickly, "I'm going, I don't mean to cause any trouble." He shoots fire at her, but she has disappeared. (LISA'S HOUSE... read more CREL spots Sam. "What do you think you're doing?" she demands--"This is private property. I'm calling the police." In the other part of the house, Dean runs around the cages, trying to figure out how to free the kids----and the REAL Real Estate Lady, who is also imprisoned. (BACK TO SAM) - "You heard me! Get out!" cries CREL. Sam reaches for his bag. "Let me get my bag," he says quickly, "I'm going, I don't mean to cause any trouble." He shoots fire at her, but she has disappeared. (LISA'S HOUSE) - Fake Ben comes down and stands before Lisa in the living room. "Mommy?" he says--"Play with me." "This isn't funny anymore," she says, "I put you to bed three times. He hugs her and says, "I don't want to go to bed; I want to be with you, Mommy." She smiles and hugs him back. "That's sweet, hon," she says, "come on. Let's go. All right, come on." (BACK TO DEAN) - Dean, smashing the locks off the cages, lifts Ben from his. The boy hugs him tightly. Dean sets him down, ruffles his hair and says, "Come on!" (LISA'S HOUSE) - "I'm hungry," says Fake Ben. "Mini pizzas okay?" Lisa asks--"Deluxe is all we've got." "Okay," he agrees. "That's funny," she says, "I thought we were anti-olives this month." She spots his reflection in the glass coffee table, his teeth moving in his round mouth like maggots. Her mouth drops open in horror. (HOUSE UNDER CONSTRUCTION) - As Dean finishes breaking the locks, Ben helps the kids out, reassuring them: "It's ok. Get out here, okay? Come on, girls! Come on!" Dean prepares to smash a windowsill. "Everybody back! Everybody back! Cover your eyes!" he orders. Ben ushers the other kids away from potential eye damage. Dean breaks the window with a plank of wood, and begins to brush the glass off. Ben removes his jacket and hands it to Dean. "Here. Use this," Ben offers. "All right," says Dean, lining the sill with it, "all right. Come on!" Ben indicates another kid go ahead of him, and Dean lifts him up. Sam runs in. "Hey! Dean! There's a mother," he announces. "A mother changeling?"
says Dean. "We got to get these kids out quick," says Sam. "Right there," indicates Dean, pointing to the last cage, "there's one more. You got to break the lock!" "I guess that's why the changelings are keeping the kids alive," says Sam, "so the mom can snack on them." As they're helping the real mom out, CREL enters the room, causing real Katie to scream shrilly. (LISA'S HOUSE) - "What's wrong, mommy?" asks Fake Ben. "You're not my son," accuses Lisa. "Yes, I am," says Ben woodenly, advancing on her. "Where's Ben?" she demands. "I'm Ben. I love you, Mommy," he says creepily. Lisa flees through the front door, grabbing her keys as she exits. On the front lawn, a line of other changelings has formed, blocking her way. She runs back inside. "They don't want you to leave me, Mommy," says Fake Ben. (KATIE'S HOUSE) - Mom has locked herself is in the bathroom again, huddled on the floor, crying, as Fake Katie screams and pounds at the door. "Mommy? Mommy? Let me in! What are you doing?! Let me in! Let me in! Let me in! Let me in!" (HOUSE UNDER CONSTRUCTION) - Dean and Sam are getting their butts kicked by CREL. Sam attempts another burn, but she kicks the lighter from his grasp and gives both him and Dean a good beating. "Ben, get them out of here!" yells Dean. Ben lifts a heavy can of something under the window so the kids can climb out more easily. He makes sure all the others are safely out; glances behind him to watch Dean finally get the better of CREL before climbing out himself. Finding herself facing Sam and Dean's homemade torch, she screams as she goes up in flames. In quick succession, Fake Katie and Fake Ben (screaming "MOMMY!") go up in flames, too. Lisa gazes up, confused, to find she's alone in the living room.
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The Impala pulls up into Lisa's driveway. Lisa, frantic, races to meet it, calling Ben's name. "Are you OK?" she asks, gathering him into her arms, scooping him up. "I'm OK, Mommy," he assures her. "What the hell just happened?" Lisa asks Dean. He offers to explain everything, if she wants to hear it, but chances are, she doesn't. Dean hands back Ben's jacket, ruffles the kid's hair. "The important thing is, Ben's safe," says Dean. "Thank you," she says tearfully, hugging him hard, "thank you." ... read more The Impala pulls up into Lisa's driveway. Lisa, frantic, races to meet it, calling Ben's name. "Are you OK?" she asks, gathering him into her arms, scooping him up. "I'm OK, Mommy," he assures her. "What the hell just happened?" Lisa asks Dean. He offers to explain everything, if she wants to hear it, but chances are, she doesn't. Dean hands back Ben's jacket, ruffles the kid's hair. "The important thing is, Ben's safe," says Dean. "Thank you," she says tearfully, hugging him hard, "thank you." "I'm gonna give you guys some time," offers Sam, and drives off. (A lot of us wished for a scene between Sam and Dean in which they discussed Ben's possible parentage; it would have been so great. imagine Sam teasing Dean about slipping one past the goalie?) Dean follows Lisa and Ben into the house. Ben sits at the dining room table, listening to a CD, probably his new AC/DC. "Changelings?" repeats Lisa. "You know how I never mention my job?" says Dean--"this is my job." "I SO didn't want to know that," says Lisa, making an "ick" face. "Is he gonna be OK?" she asks, looking at Ben gobbling a sandwich, surrounded by toy cars. "I think he'll be fine," says Dean, "OK, seriously, you're a hundred percent sure that he is not mine, right?" "You're off the hook," grins Lisa, "I did a blood test when he was a baby." "Oh," says Dean. "There was this guy," she says, "some bar back in a biker joint." Dean gives her a look. "What?" she says--"I had a type--leather jacket, couple of scars, no mailing address?--I was there. Guess I was a little wild back then. Before I became a mom. So yeah. You can relax." "Good," says Dean, like he doesn't really mean it, gazing wistfully at Ben. "I. . .I swear you look disappointed," says Lisa. "Yeah, I don't know," says Dean, "it's weird, you know your life. . .I mean, this house and a kid. . .it's not my life. Never will be. Some stuff happened to me recently, and, uh. . . anyway, a guy in my situation--you start to think, you know. I'm gonna be gone one day, and what am I leaving behind besides a car? I don't know." "Ben may not be your kid," says Lisa tenderly, "but he wouldn't be alive if it wasn't for you. That's a lot if you ask me." Dean turns to leave, then turns back. "You know, just for the record. . .you got a great kid. I would have been proud to be his dad." She runs over, impulsively kisses him, and, embarrassed, says, "Look, if, um. . .if you want to stick around for a while. . .you're welcome to stay." "I can't," he says wistfully, "I got a lot of work to do, and it's not my life." They exchange smiles as he leaves. (CICERO PINES MOTEL ROOM) - Sam makes one phone call after another on his cell to several different people, systematically crossing names off a list. "Hi. I needed to check some facts with your, uh. . .with your secretary about a fire that occurred on November 24, 2006 in Lawrence, Kansas. Hardecker was his name. . . Okay. great. . .I was just trying to find out the date he died. . .This is police chief Phil Jones. July 13th. . .Can you check the records for a Robert Campbell?. . .July 19, 2001. . .Dead on arrival. . .What I'm after is cause of death. . .Heart condition?. . . Wasn't he a cardiac surgeon? Wouldn't he have known about that? . . .I'm looking for information on. . .on Mrs. Wallace's death. Two deaths. Who was the other?. . .Ed Campbell. . .Any survivors?. . .No, that's all I needed. Thank you very much." He finally tosses his cell on the bed, giving up. He drops down on the bed, head in his hands. "Oh, my god." (LATER) - In a different room, about halfway through Sam's first statement, it's revealed that he's speaking to the mysterious blond. "They're dead. All of them. All of my mom's friends. Her doctor, her uncle -- everyone who ever knew her, systematically wiped off the map one at a time. Someone went through a hell of a lot of trouble trying to cover their tracks." "Yup, the yellow-eyed demon," she agrees. "So, what's your deal?" he asks--"you show up wherever I am. You know all about me. You know all about my mom." "I already told you. I'm--" "Oh, right, right," sneers Sam, "yeah. Just a hunter. Just some hunter who happens to know more about my own family than I do. Just tell me who you are." "Sam, it--" "Just tell me who you are," he repeats.”It doesn't matter," she says. "JUST TELL ME WHO YOU ARE!" he shouts in her face. "Fine," she says, revealing black demon eyes which quickly return to normal. Sam, horrified, backs up, fumbling in his bag. "Think twice before going for that holy water," she urges. He pulls out a flask and holds it out. "Give me one reason I should," he warns. "I'm here to help you, Sam," she says. "Is this some kind of joke?" he asks. "God's honest truth. . .or whatever," she replies. "You're a demon," he accuses. "Don't be such a racist," she chides, "I'm here because I want to help you. And I can if you trust me." "Start talking," commands Sam, "all those murders. . .what was the demon trying to cover up?" "I don't know," she says. "What happened to my mother?" demands Sam. "I honestly don't know," the demon says, "that's what I'm trying to find out. All I know is that it's about you. Don't you get it, Sam? It's all about you. What happened to your mom, what happened to her friends. They're trying to cover up what he did to you. And I want to help you figure it out." "Why would you want to help me?" Sam asks. "I have my reasons," she says. "Not all demons are the same, Sam. Not all of us want the same thing. Me? I want to help you from time to time. That's all. And if you let me, there's something in it for you." "What could you possibly--" he asks. "I could help you save your brother," she says, dangling the one carrot that would interest him. He stares at her, not daring to hope. read less

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