Now - night - We briefly glimpse a photo of John Winchester with his arm around a woman not his wife when said woman runs into the room. Something or someone is chasing her, and she, gasping with terror, presses her back against the door, trying to hold it at bay. She pushes a heavy closet over the door, then, gasping for breath, sits on the bed. When we get a view of her feet underneath the bed, we know she's in trouble, and sure enough, hands grasp her ankles, pull her down, and drag her under... read more Now - night - We briefly glimpse a photo of John Winchester with his arm around a woman not his wife when said woman runs into the room. Something or someone is chasing her, and she, gasping with terror, presses her back against the door, trying to hold it at bay. She pushes a heavy closet over the door, then, gasping for breath, sits on the bed. When we get a view of her feet underneath the bed, we know she's in trouble, and sure enough, hands grasp her ankles, pull her down, and drag her underneath the bed, bringing to life one of my all-time worst fears. In the struggle, a photo of John Winchester, with a slightly insane smile on his face, falls to the floor. read less

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The Impala is parked idyllically by the water. Sam leans against the hood, brushing his teeth as Dean awakens in the front seat of the Impala and falls gracelessly from the passenger seat. "Hey! How'd you sleep?" asks Sam. "How do you think?" asks Dean, voice rough from sleep. "I'm starvin', let's get breakfast." They're two hours from anything, says Sam. "I'm hungry now," says Dean. Sam directs Dean to a sandwich left in the backseat, which Dean grabs eagerly, then sniffs. "It's tuna," he says,... read more The Impala is parked idyllically by the water. Sam leans against the hood, brushing his teeth as Dean awakens in the front seat of the Impala and falls gracelessly from the passenger seat. "Hey! How'd you sleep?" asks Sam. "How do you think?" asks Dean, voice rough from sleep. "I'm starvin', let's get breakfast." They're two hours from anything, says Sam. "I'm hungry now," says Dean. Sam directs Dean to a sandwich left in the backseat, which Dean grabs eagerly, then sniffs. "It's tuna," he says, grossed out. Sam spits out toothpaste. Dean tosses the sandwich into the backseat. Hearing a cell phone in the glove compartment, Dean gropes to get it amongst all the other cell phones there, bumping his head. It's John's phone; a young man at the other end says he's Adam Milligan, John knows him, and he REALLY needs to speak to him. "John died, more than two years ago," Dean informs him. Sam pays attention. "Who is this?" asks Dean. "I'm his son," says the upset young man on the other end of the phone. (WINDOM, MINNESOTA) -The Impala pulls up next to Cousin Oliver's Diner. (BRADY BUNCH reference; they added a new kid, Cousin Oliver, to the mix when that show's kids were all growing up too fast, to make the show more interesting. It was that show's way of "jumping the shark"). Dean storms from the car and goes to the trunk. Reading from a file, Sam explains to Dean, that, best he can tell, Adam Milligan is real--born February 29, 1992 to Kate Milligan, no father listed on the birth certificate, Eagle Scout, graduated from high school with honors, currently goes to the U of Wisconsin, pre-med. Dean, more concerned with gathering from the trunk than listening, says, "This is a trap." He closes the trunk and they enter the diner. Sam glares at him. Dean takes a corner table. "The kid checks out," insists Sam. "Great, so he's an actual person on the planet earth," says Dean, "sucks he's got a demon in him." The waitress brings over water. Dean brusquely tells her they're waiting on somebody and she dumps the menus on the table. "Thank you," says Sam, as she walks away, giving Dean a dirty look for his rudeness. Dean pours his water into the plant behind them and refills it with holy water. That'll put this evil bitch in a world of hurt, says Dean, setting the glass at Adam's place. "What if he's not possessed?" asks Sam. "Then he is a shape-shifter," says Dean, replacing the knife, spoon and fork at Adam's place with real silver cutlery. "Either way, this thing is gonna bleed," says Dean, "using Dad as bait? That's the last mistake of its short, pitiful life." Sam shows Dean an entry in their father's journal from January, 1990, saying he's heading to Minnesota to check out a case, roughly nine months before the kid was born. The next two pages of the journal are torn out. "I don't want to believe it, either," says Sam, "I'm just saying it's possible. Dad would be gone for weeks at a time, and he wasn't exactly a monk. A hunter rolls into town, kills a monster, saves the girl, sometimes the girl's grateful." "Now I'm thinking about Dad sex--stop talking!" orders Dean. "Maybe he slipped one past the goalie," continues Sam. "DUDE!" says Dean, closing his eyes in disgust. A young man enters the diner. Both Winchesters look up. "Adam?" calls Sam. "You Sam?" asks Adam. Sam introduces himself and Dean. "How did you know my Dad?" Adam asks. "We worked together," says Sam. "How did he die?" Adam asks hesitantly. "On the job," says Sam. "He's a mechanic, right?" asks Adam, wondering how one dies in that profession. "A car fell on him," answers Dean abruptly. The waitress, who Adam addresses as Denise, returns with a glass of water, greeting him warmly and offering his usual. Dean grabs the water: "I'm very thirsty." Both brothers watch intently as Adam takes a sip of holy water, then wipes his mouth with his hand. Nothing happens. "When's the last time you saw John?" asks Sam, exchanging a look with Dean, who pulls out his gun and aims it at Adam under the table. "A couple years," says Adam. "Why did you decide to call him now?" asks Sam. "I didn't know who else to call," explains Adam, "he's the only family I got--my Mom's missing." "Really. . .I'm sorry," says Sam, "for how long?" "Tragic, really," says Dean sarcastically, "but if you're John's kid, how come we never heard of you?" "John and me didn't really know each other," says Adam, "not until a few years ago, anyway, my mom never talked about him. My mom's a nurse. Dad came into the ER, pretty torn up, hunting accident or something. I knew his name, Winchester, that's about it, we're not exactly a nuclear family." "Who is these days," sympathizes Sam. "So when did you finally meet him?" asks Dean. "When I was 12," says Adam, "my Mom had one of his old numbers, after I begged her, God, 24/7, she finally called him. When John heard he had a son, God, he raced to town, he dropped everything, drove all night." The waitress brings Adam's food. "That's heartwarming," remarks Dean, his face conveying just the opposite. "Ya mind?" asks Adam, gesturing to his food. "Please, dig in," urges Dean, wanting him to touch the silver so he could blow him away. Adam places the napkin on his lap, Dean cocks his gun. Adam picks up the fork--nothing. Dean uncocks the gun and puts it back in his jacket. "He would swing by once a year or so, call when he could, but still--he taught me poker, pool, and bought me my first beer when I was 15. He showed me how to drive--Dad had this beautiful '67 Impala." Dean finally explodes. "This is crap, you're lying!" he says. "No I'm not," insists Adam. "Yeah you are!" says Dean. "I'm sorry," says Adam, "but who the hell are you to call me a liar?" "John Winchester's sons, that's who," says Dean, pointing to Sam and himself, "WE are his sons." Adam gazes hopefully at them. "I've got brothers?" he says. "No you don't have brothers," says Dean cruelly, "look, man, I don't know if you're a hunter or what game you're playin' here. . ." "I've never been hunting in my life!" says Adam. "Whatever, I'm outta here, come on, Sam," says Dean, rising from his chair. Sam doesn't do the same. "I can prove it," says Adam. read less

(MILLIGAN HOUSE) - Dean and Sam look at a photo of a younger Adam seated beside John at a ball game. "He took you to a baseball game?" asks a clearly jealous Dean. "Yeah, when I turned 14," says Adam, "Dad was around for a few of my birthdays." "September 29, 2004," reads Sam from his folder, one word: Minnesota." "He took you to a freakin' baseball game?" repeats Dean. "Yeah," says Adam, taking back the photograph, "why, what did Dad do with you on your birthdays?" "Aw!" says Dean, with a face ... read more (MILLIGAN HOUSE) - Dean and Sam look at a photo of a younger Adam seated beside John at a ball game. "He took you to a baseball game?" asks a clearly jealous Dean. "Yeah, when I turned 14," says Adam, "Dad was around for a few of my birthdays." "September 29, 2004," reads Sam from his folder, one word: Minnesota." "He took you to a freakin' baseball game?" repeats Dean. "Yeah," says Adam, taking back the photograph, "why, what did Dad do with you on your birthdays?" "Aw!" says Dean, with a face that makes Adam turn away. Dean turns huge eyes on Sam, who says, "Adam, you said you called Dad because your mom was missing? How long has she been gone?" "Three days," answers Adam. "Who was the last person to see her?" asks Dean. "Mr. Abenanthy, our neighbor," says Adam, "he saw her come home from work, but she never showed up to work Tuesday." Dean spots a photo of John with Adam's mother and closes his eyes in misery. "Did you call the police?" asks Sam. "Mom's supervisor at the hospital did," explains Adam, "then I drove down here as fast as I could." His eyes grow misty as he adds, "I shoulda been here." "What did the cops say?" asks Dean, putting on a fake smile as he deals with his own issues. "They searched the house; they didn't find anything," says Adam, bouncing on his heels, trying to keep himself from crying, "she wouldn't leave without tellin' anybody. It's like she dropped off the face of the earth, ya know?" While examining Adam's mom's bedroom, Dean finds more "family" photos on the dresser--including one of Adam fishing with John. Adam enters; he and Dean both clear their throats uncomfortably. Dean asks him if anything beside the nightstand was knocked over. "Not really," says Adam, "sheriff said there was no sign of a break-in. Do you think the cops missed something?" "Maybe--they don't have my eyes," says Dean. "You're a mechanic," points out Adam dully. "Yeah, that's right," says Dean, as though that explains it all. "Dean, what else can you tell me about Dad?" asks Adam hesitantly. "You knew him," replies Dean briefly. "Not as well as you," says Adam. "Trust me, kid, you don't wanna know," Dean assures him. Sam stands in the doorway, displaying a piece of paper. "Give us a minute," says Dean, and joins Sam in privacy. Sam did speak to the cops, who have no lead on Adam's mother. However (he shows him a copy of an article), in 1990, there were 17 grave robberies. You can spy John Winchester in an accompanying photo, apparently hunting something in connection with the case. Last month, the corpse-snatching started up again with three going missing from a local cemetery. "So whatever he was after, he didn't kill it--it's back," surmises Dean. "And what--it's stepped up its game to fresh meat?" asks Sam. "I mean, Kate's missing and so's the local bartender, a guy named Joe Barton." Dean shows Adam Joe's photo. "Does your Mom know Joe Barton?" he asks. "I don't think so, why?" the kid asks. Noticing scratches on the wood floor, Dean looks under Kate's bed, and, with Adam's help, removes the mattress. There's a heating vent right under her bed. Barely looking at each other, the brothers perform rock/paper/scissors, with Dean putting out the latter, as always, losing to Sam's rock offering. "Every time!" huffs Dean, angry with himself, and Sam smiles proudly. Flashlight in one hand, gun in the other, Dean shimmies down into the vent. Seeing how confining it is, he laments, "Why didn't I pick paper?" Turning a corner, he finds blood, hair, bone and tissue, surely the remnants of Adam's mom. read less

KIM MANOR HOTEL (with a mustachioed photo of deceased director Kim Manners in the Sonny Bono Lounge, totally hilarious and another homage to this beloved director.) -Sam and Dean are cleaning guns when Adam knocks at the door. "Who the hell are you?" he demands. "My house is a crime scene and you two told me to call the cops, but you gotta bail before they show? So who are you, really?" Dean looks at Sam, as if asking how much they should reveal. "Cops didn't know where to look for my Mom, Dean,... read more KIM MANOR HOTEL (with a mustachioed photo of deceased director Kim Manners in the Sonny Bono Lounge, totally hilarious and another homage to this beloved director.) -Sam and Dean are cleaning guns when Adam knocks at the door. "Who the hell are you?" he demands. "My house is a crime scene and you two told me to call the cops, but you gotta bail before they show? So who are you, really?" Dean looks at Sam, as if asking how much they should reveal. "Cops didn't know where to look for my Mom, Dean, but you did," points out Adam, "and I heard you talkin' earlier, somethin' about grave robberies." Dean did a poor job of covering up the gun he was cleaning, because Adam spies it peeking out. "You're not mechanics," he accuses, "I just wanna know what's goin' on! Please." "We're hunters," says Sam. "SAMMY!" warns Dean. "He deserves to know," insists Sam. Adam wants clarification; Dean just looks disgusted. (LATER) - Every movie monster, every nightmare I've ever had, they're real, says Adam. "Godzilla's just a movie," supplies Dean, sitting in the background. Sam, sitting in front of Adam, says, "We hunt them. So did Dad." Dean rolls his eyes. "OK," says Adam. "OK?" asks Dean, annoyed. "That's all you have to say?" "What am I supposed to say?" asks Adam. "That we're liars, crazy, nobody just says OK," insists Dean. "You're my brothers," Adam reminds them, "you're tellin' me the truth, right? I believe you. Now what took my mom?" Sam admits they aren't sure--something's in town stealing bodies, living and dead--they don't know what. There's a long list of freaks that fit the bill, says Dean. Adam asks if she might still be alive. Both Sam and Dean give him sad "no" faces. "Oh," says Adam, "how can I help?" "You can't," says Dean. "This thing killed my mom," says Adam, "if you're gonna hunt it, I want in." That's when Sam and Dean get into an argument--Sam wants to let the kid help, especially since they understand what it feels like to lose a mother; Dean wants to do what John obviously wanted in never letting them know about this young man and ripping out the journal pages--to give Adam a normal, non-hunting life. "Dad's dead, Dean," says Sam. "It doesn't matter," says Dean, "he didn't want Adam to have our lives, and we're gong to respect his wishes, OK?" "Will I get a say in this?" asks Adam. "NO!" answer his elder siblings together. "Babysit the kid," commands Dean. "Where you goin'?" asks Sam. "I'm goin' out!" says Dean, and leaves with his jacket. Sam huffs. "Is he always like that?" asks Adam. "Welcome to the family," jokes Sam. Despite what Dean said, Sam takes out his gun and starts teaching Adam a few things about it. He hands his Glock to his half-brother. "I know what it's like to want revenge," says Sam. read less

Dean, posing as FBI, enters a mausoleum with the cemetery director, who says, "This tomb was built in 1926; four generations of the Milsap generation were interred here." One of the graves has been desecrated. "They don't build 'em like this anymore," remarks Dean. "Tell me, Agent Nugent, have you thought about where you might like to spend eternity?" queries the cemetery director. (Lots of people are asking Dean similar questions lately, poor guy.) "All the damn time," replies Dean, stepping f... read more Dean, posing as FBI, enters a mausoleum with the cemetery director, who says, "This tomb was built in 1926; four generations of the Milsap generation were interred here." One of the graves has been desecrated. "They don't build 'em like this anymore," remarks Dean. "Tell me, Agent Nugent, have you thought about where you might like to spend eternity?" queries the cemetery director. (Lots of people are asking Dean similar questions lately, poor guy.) "All the damn time," replies Dean, stepping further into the tomb. "So three bodies went missing; any idea who did it?" "Sick deranged hooligans," answers the other man. Dean kneels down to dip his finger into what he thinks is blood, but is informed that it's embalming fluid: "Whoever committed this crime didn't just take the corpses; they opened them up." (EW!) (BAR) - Dean sits down on a bar stool, where the bartender gives him a free beer, her habit with all cops and feds. "Am I that obvious?" asks Dean. "I know all the local badges," she says, "and you've got that LAW AND ORDER vibe. So, what's the FBI doing in Windom?" He shows her the photograph of the missing man. "Looking into the disappearance of Joe Barton." Seeing the expression on her face, Dean says, "I assume you knew him." "A little," she says, "I'm his wife, Lisa." Asked about her husband's disappearance, she explains, "He stayed late Friday before last to do inventory, never came home." "And the police?" asks Dean. "Nothing," she says bitterly, "truth is, I was afraid they'd stopped looking--and now you're here." She smiles wanly. Dean grins back. He spies photos of the couple when they were younger hanging on the back bar wall, plus a picture of Joe in a uniform signed with love and congrats by Lisa. "Joe was a cop," realizes Dean. "Deputy," says Lisa, "for a little while--that was a long time ago." "He didn't happen to work the grave robbery case back in '90?" asks Dean. "He did!" says Lisa. "Joe was the one who found those bodies--he got an award for that." Staring at Joe's photo, Dean says, "That was an interesting case. Ever tell you how he did it?" Lisa tosses a wide-eyed look at him. Dean sees an article also hanging on the wall: MISSING BODIES FOUND: seventeen bodies recovered from abandoned shed--and his father lurking in the picture in the article. "Most of the time, good solid police work," replies Lisa, "but after a few years, he'd admit, he had a little help, from a specialist, that's all he'd say." Sipping his beer, Dean asks, "Cops ever find the guy that stole the bodies?" "No," she says, "but when I asked Joe about it, he'd say not to worry, that 'we took care of what done it.'" Dean looks at her, puzzled. (HOTEL ROOM) - Sam and Adam are putting guns together and taking them apart. "Sam, how did Dad really die?" the younger man asks. Sam explains that a demon killed John, and that Dean killed it. "So it's over for you," says Adam. "It's never over," says Sam. The lights buzz and go out. They hear banging noises. Sam orders Adam, "Stay here." He enters the bathroom and trains his gun everywhere. "It's in the vents," says Sam tersely, directing Adam to the front door and outside. "Keys!" he calls, and Adam tosses him his truck keys. When Sam is unlocking the vehicle, however, he's grabbed by his ankles and pulled underneath. Sam grabs onto the bottom of the truck and holds on; Adam races to help him. Dean pulls up and, between the two of them gripping his hands, they're able to tear him from the hold of the monster. Dean shoots under the truck once. The three Winchesters, gasping for air over the close call, stare at each other. read less

Adam moves his truck from the parking space--under which is a sewer drain! Dean points his gun at the hole, from which the top has been pushed aside, and finds blood there. "I winged it," he says, "did you see anything?" "I didn't get a good look," says Sam. "What the hell is this thing?" wonders Dean. "Should we go after it?" asks Adam. "No, no," says Dean, "in that maze, that thing is long gone." "We don't know what it is, but we do know what it's going after," says Sam, "Joe Barton, Adam's mo... read more Adam moves his truck from the parking space--under which is a sewer drain! Dean points his gun at the hole, from which the top has been pushed aside, and finds blood there. "I winged it," he says, "did you see anything?" "I didn't get a good look," says Sam. "What the hell is this thing?" wonders Dean. "Should we go after it?" asks Adam. "No, no," says Dean, "in that maze, that thing is long gone." "We don't know what it is, but we do know what it's going after," says Sam, "Joe Barton, Adam's mom. . ." ". . .and Adam," finishes Dean, "it was under his truck, just waitin' for him." "Set a trap and let him walk right into it," agrees Sam. "You're right, there's a pattern," agrees Dean, "Joe Barton was a cop, I'm pretty sure he helped out Dad, so we got him, Dad's girl, and his son." "All the people Dad knew in town," says Sam. Adam listens intently. "At least we know why it's back," says Dean. "It wants revenge," says Adam. (MILLIGAN HOUSE) - Adam slips under the police crime tape; Dean just sweeps it away. "Get your stuff," Dean orders Adam, "we'll hit the road." After Adam has gone upstairs, Sam begins wrapping his injured ankle. "We shouldn't leave," he says. "Yeah, stay here where the kid's mom got ganked," says Dean sarcastically, good one--no, we're going to take the kid and drop him off at Bobby's and then you and me are going to come back here and finish what Dad started." "How?" asks Sam. "We got no leads, no witnesses--we do have what this thing wants." "You want to use the kid as bait?" asks Dean, "that's why you wanna stay here?" "Maybe this thing'll come back," says Sam, "we can train Adam, get him ready." "He could die," Dean reminds him. "We could all die," says Sam harshly, "even if we do kill this thing, there are tons of other freaks that want revenge--on Dad, on us--what if they find the kid instead, and he's not ready?" Adam has re-joined them. "I'll do it," he says determinedly, "whatever it takes, I'll do it." Dean looks at him, then Sam, resigned. (MAKESHIFT FIRING RANGE) - A target has been spray painted on a no-trespassing sign. Sam gets three in the bulls-eye, then hands the gun to Adam, who gets one in the bulls-eye and two in the red strip next to it. "Beginning's luck," Adam calls it, but Sam is proud of his little brother, calling him a natural. Dean scowls, wanting no part of this. (LATER, MILLIGAN KITCHEN) - Sam shows Adam a book and tells a story: "So, we lit it on fire." "With a homemade flamethrower?" says Adam admiringly. "Yeah, they're easy to build," says Sam, "I'll show ya." Sitting at the table in the background, Dean huffs disparagingly. "That is some job you got," says Adam, jealous. "Being a hunter isn't a job," says Sam seriously, "it's life. You're pre-med, you got a girlfriend, friends?" Adam nods, and Sam continues, "Not anymore, you don't. If you're really going to do this, you can't have those kinds of connections, ever. They're weaknesses--you'll just put those people in danger, get them killed. It's the price we pay. Ya cut them out and you don't look back--there's only one thing you can count on--family." Dean has been fidgeting wildly during this speech, and he finally says, "Sam, can I talk to you?" Adam looks as if he's been punched in the face. (LIVING ROOM) - "'Hunting is life? You can't have connections?'" says Dean--"Dad gave you that exact same speech, remember? It was just before you ditched us for Stanford. You hated Dad for saying that stuff, and now you're quoting him?" "Yeah, well, turns out Dad was right," says Sam. "Since when?" asks Dean. "Since ALWAYS!" says Sam. "When I look at Adam, do you know what I see?" "A normal kid," answers Dean. "No," says Sam, "MEAT--because to the demons and monsters out there, that's all he is. I hated Dad for a long time, but now, I think I understand him. So we didn't have a dog and a white picket fence, so what? Dad did right by us, he taught us how to protect ourselves, Adam deserves the same!" "Listen to yourself, man," says Dean, shaking his head. "You think I'm wrong?" asks Sam. "I think it's too late for us," says Dean, "this is our life, this is who we are, hey it's fine, I accept that, but with Adam, he's still got a chance, man, he can go to school, he can be a doctor." "What makes Adam so special?" asks Sam. "What, are you jealous of the kid?" demands Dean. "Are you?" counters Sam. They stare at each other for a long moment, and Sam says, "Dean, all this, it's not real. The Dad Adam knew, he's not real. The things out there in the shadows, THEY are real. The world is coming to an end, that's real. Everything else is just the crap people tell themselves to get through the day." "Dad didn't have a choice with us," says Dean, "but with Adam, he did--Adam doesn't have to be cursed." "He's a Winchester," says Sam bitterly, "he's already cursed." "No," says Dean, "whatever is hunting Adam, I'm gonna find it." "You've looked everywhere, Dean," Sam reminds him. "Then I'll look again," vows Dean. read less

The Impala races through a cemetery. Dean returns to the desecrated tomb where creepy music plays and he finds a stone protruding, just a little, from the wall of stones. He pulls it out, and, to his misery, finds himself squirming through another tight tunnel into a room containing, "Home sweet home," as he calls it, along with a severed, bloody arm, and glasses belonging to the former bartender, "Sloppy Joe." (I know it's wrong to laugh at the dead, but that was funny.) When he sees someone pu... read more The Impala races through a cemetery. Dean returns to the desecrated tomb where creepy music plays and he finds a stone protruding, just a little, from the wall of stones. He pulls it out, and, to his misery, finds himself squirming through another tight tunnel into a room containing, "Home sweet home," as he calls it, along with a severed, bloody arm, and glasses belonging to the former bartender, "Sloppy Joe." (I know it's wrong to laugh at the dead, but that was funny.) When he sees someone pushing the stone back in, sealing his escape hatch, Dean fires three times. Dirt comes crashing down from above, TRULY sealing him in. Shining his flashlight at his own foolish handiwork, Dean says, "Sonofabitch!" He repeats the expletive upon finding he has no cell service, either. (MILLIGAN RESIDENCE, upstairs) - With Adam's help, Sam quickly salts and seals every window and vent in the house but one, which they stand over, ready to capture and do away with the monster. "All right," says Sam, "we've closed over every other one in the house, if this thing's comin', it's comin' through here." Hearing the kitchen door open, Adam looks at Sam. "You were saying?" he asks. Brow furrowed, Sam looks at him. "Adam? Adam!" calls Kate. "Mom?" shouts Adam, running downstairs to her. "NO!" protests Sam, right on his heels, gun ready. "Adam, wait!" Adam hugs his mother, who cries, "I got away!" "Step away from her," orders Sam, pointing the gun at Kate. "Sam, what the hell!" says Adam, hugging his mother. "She's not your mother!" insists Sam. The three of them look at each other, Kate baffled. (TOMB) - Dean bangs on doors, trying to find an escape route, pushing aside bones with his foot. He's disgusted to find entire skeletons, covered with cobwebs. He opens a fairly new casket, covering his nose at the stench--it's Kate, and her body has been desecrated, her intestines exposed! (MILLIGAN KITCHEN) - "Get away from him!" Sam orders Kate, who begs her son, "What's going on?" "It's really her," insists Adam. "There was too much blood," says Sam, "your mother's dead--there was too much blood in the vent!" Adam wrests the shotgun away from Sam, who urges, "SHOOT IT!" "He's crazy, he's mean!" cries Kate. Adam, face twisted with indecision and sorrow, flips between aiming the gun at Kate, then at Sam, who again cries, "It's not your mother!" Kate is covering her mouth with horror. Finally, smiling, Adam says, "I know," and slams Sam in the face with the gun butt, knocking him out. He and his mother look at each other, pleased. (TOMB) - Dean opens another casket--ADAM!--whose eyes are wide open in horror and whose guts have been exposed and look as if they've been put through a meat grinder. Realizing the significance of his find, Dean looks away. read less

Frantic, Dean runs around the tomb, wiping his face. Looking up, he sees a stained glass angel window and rushes off. (MILLIGAN RESIDENCE) - Kate is humming. An unconscious Sam has been tied to a table. He awakens. "Silver," he says, "no wonder none of the tests worked, you're not a shape-shifter--you're ghouls." "Now I find that term racist," says Kate. Sam laughs. Kate sniffs him like a piece of beef, then bites his ear. "Mmm, fresh meat," she says, caressing a knife, "so much better than what... read more Frantic, Dean runs around the tomb, wiping his face. Looking up, he sees a stained glass angel window and rushes off. (MILLIGAN RESIDENCE) - Kate is humming. An unconscious Sam has been tied to a table. He awakens. "Silver," he says, "no wonder none of the tests worked, you're not a shape-shifter--you're ghouls." "Now I find that term racist," says Kate. Sam laughs. Kate sniffs him like a piece of beef, then bites his ear. "Mmm, fresh meat," she says, caressing a knife, "so much better than what we're used to." "I should have known," says Sam, "it was the fresh kills that threw me, ghouls don't usually go after the living--see, you're just filthy scavengers, feeding off the dead, taking the form of the last corpse you choked down." "And their thoughts, and their memories," adds Adam, "like Adam for instance." "We are what we eat," says Kate. "You're monsters," says Sam. Adam slits Sam's forearm; Sam cries out in pain. Kate bends down and licks the blood from the wound. "You use that word a lot," notes Adam, burying the knife in the table just inches from Sam's head, "and I don't think you know what it means." Kate looks up from sucking Sam's arm. "His blood, it tastes different," she says. "Our father was a monster?" asks Adam. "Why? Because of what he ate? He never hurt anyone, Sam, living, anyway." Adam pulls the knife out of the table. "He was no monster," says Kate, taking the knife from Adam, playing it across Sam's t-shirt around his chest, "but the thing that KILLED him was--a monster named John Winchester." Sam looks at her. (TOMB) - Dean has placed one of the coffins on top of two cinder blocks to get closer to the stained glass window. (Don't ask me how alone. Seems he would have needed help.) He's removed the carry handle from the coffin and uses it to smash the window, then to hoist himself up and out of the tomb, giving us a sweet view of his butt along the way. (MILLIGAN RESIDENCE) - Adam has bored a hole into a screaming, writhing Sam's side and reaches in for some bloody goodness to eat off his finger. "Thanks to your Daddy, my brother and I grew up on our own," says Kate, "but at least we had each other." "Like you and your brother--inseparable," says Adam. "Actually, it was very hard to get you on your own," says Kate. "Like you said, Sam, the only thing you can count on is family," says Adam. Kate goes in for more of Sam's blood, getting it on her face and licking it from her fingers, "And for 20 years," she says, "we lived like RATS!" "Graveyard after graveyard," says Adam, "all that stinking flesh." "We thought, hey, why not move up to fresher game," says Kate." "We knew just where to start," says Adam, digging into one of Sam's wounds, making him cry out, "revenge, it's never over, is it, Sam?" "First it was John's cop friend," says Kate, chin covered in Sam's blood, "then his slut, then his son." "Then I called John," says Adam, "but the son of a bitch was already dead." "So," says Kate, caressing Sam's cheek, "I guess you and Dean will have to do instead." "Dean won't interrupt us this time," says Adam, "we're gonna feed on you nice and slow, like we did with Adam." "Oh, and by the way, he really WAS your brother," says Kate, as Sam struggles against tight bonds, "you should know that." "He was still alive when we took our first bites," says Adam delightedly. "And he was a SCREAMER," whispers Kate, her face inches from Sam's. Adam makes a deep vertical slit in Sam's right arm. There's a bowl underneath it, which catches the first drops of blood. Kate does the same to his left arm, and blood drips swiftly into the bowl set under that one, too. Sam begins to struggle wildly, grunting. "Sam," says Adam with false concern, "the more you struggle, the faster you're going to bleed out, so you might as well lie back and relax." "HEY!" screames Dean, firing at Adam. "Dean, they're ghouls!" calls Sam. Dean fires at Kate with his other gun, lopping off her head with one shot. Her torso slowly falls. He says something about head shots before Adam attacks him, and they fight viciously as Sam's blood continues to fill the bowls. Dean finally fells Adam with a floor lamp, and hits him over and over with it until his head comes off. Hearing Sam's weak grunts from the table, Dean unties him, has him sit up and covers his severely cut arms. Sam can't control his moans and groans of agony. "Thank you," gasps Sam. "That's what family's for," Dean assures him. "Keep pressure on that." read less

Outside the tomb. "You sure we should do this?" asks Sam as Dean builds a funeral pyre for Adam. "Ghouls didn't fake those pictures," says Dean, "and they didn't fake Dad's journal--Adam was our brother. He died like a hunter, he deserves to go out like one." He adds lighter fluid and stands beside Sam, who says, "Maybe we can bring him back, get hold of Cas, call in a favor." "Adam's in a better place," says Dean, tossing a lit match on the pyre. They watch the body burn for a few moments. "I f... read more Outside the tomb. "You sure we should do this?" asks Sam as Dean builds a funeral pyre for Adam. "Ghouls didn't fake those pictures," says Dean, "and they didn't fake Dad's journal--Adam was our brother. He died like a hunter, he deserves to go out like one." He adds lighter fluid and stands beside Sam, who says, "Maybe we can bring him back, get hold of Cas, call in a favor." "Adam's in a better place," says Dean, tossing a lit match on the pyre. They watch the body burn for a few moments. "I finally get why you and Dad butted heads so much," says Dean, "you two are practically the same person--I mean, I worshipped the guy, you know. I dressed like him, acted like him, listened to the same music, and you are more like him than I will ever be--and I see that now." "I take that as a compliment," says Sam. "You can take it any way you want," says Dean. (The tone implies he does NOT mean it as a compliment, not at all!) read less

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