Supernatural

Sam: Ed and Harry... the Ghostfacers.

What the hell are you doing here?

Uh, we belong here.

We're professionals.

Professional what?

Paranormal investigators.

This stuff right here... this is our ticket to the big time...

Fame, money, sex...

with girls.

We are family.

Everything that has ever gone wrong between us

has been because we're family.

So, what? We're not family now?

I'm saying you want to work, let's work.

You said that you wanted to keep things strictly business.

I wanted to keep things strictly business between us.

About what you said the other day...

I thought it didn't bother you.

I may not think things all the way through,

but what I do, I do because it's the right thing.

You didn't save me for me.

You did it for you.

Mom?

Mom, are you home?

Operator: 911. What is your emergency?

There's someone in my room.

What is your location?

Can you give us a location, ma'am?

Are you still there?

Ma'am, please do not hang up.

I've begun tracing your call,

but I need you to stay on the line for me.

Stay on the line.

We'll send out an officer...

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All right. I'll be back.

Wait.

Where you headed?

Washington. I caught a case.

You want me to come with?

Do you want to come?

On a hunt?

Why wouldn't I?

I don't know, man.

'Cause lately with you, up is down

and down is sideways, you know?

I-I... I don't know what you want.

Okay. You want in?

Fine.

Sure thing.

Photo leaked from the crime scene.

Girl was murdered in her room,

doors were locked, the windows were locked.

Who's the wallflower?

Exactly.

Best guest... ghost caught on film.

So, you're coming.

Does it look like I'm staying?

Betty: I scrubbed for hours.

I'll have to rip up the carpet.

My daughter, Casey...

She picked out the color herself.

We're... very sorry for your loss, Mrs. Miles.

You mentioned Casey had no known enemies.

What about at home?

Anything unusual you may have noticed?

Uh... Electricity acting up or lights... flickering,

TV on the Fritz?

No, no fritzing.

No cold spots, either.

Sorry. Out of curiosity, uh...

Why do you mention cold spots?

I'm sorry. That must sound strange, but...

...it's been three days since...

And the police have found nothing.

I'd h... I'd have to sell my house

to afford a private investigator,

so when the Supernaturalists called...

Dean: Whoa, uh, sorry, the...

Um... Supernaturalists?

I know to the FBI it's not exactly orthodox.

But these men had answers that no one else had, and I...

I owe it to Casey...

to listen.

Now, they... they brought up cold spots in relation to...?

Signs of the paranormal, I suppose.

They're coming by today to take a look.

And did these Supernaturalists give you a name?

Son of a bitch.

Oh, wow, look. We got two more followers.

Mm.

Yeah. Harry,

I think it's from that library interview we did.

Nice.

Hey, pal.

Hmm?

What did Dana post?

No, it's just... she changed her profile pic,

and it's cropped,

but you can clearly see a guy's arm around her.

And she's smiling like the dickens.

Yeah.

Uh, it... it could a platonic...

arm that's touching her.

Ah, the Winchesters. Yay.

Says nobody. Ever.

All right, shut up and listen. This is how it's gonna go.

You two clowns are gonna get into

that mystery machine outside, and you're gonna leave town

or I'm gonna put holes in your knees.

Waiter: Can I get you guys anything? Something, uh...

Uh, we're ready for the bill.

Trey: Hey.

There's still crud on this plate.

Now, hit the sinks and do it right.

Sorry, Trey.

Ahh, first of all,

you guys don't scare us.

Not at all.

Say, "hola" to my little pistola.

Am I supposed to be impressed with that treasure trail

or the lady gun you got hiding in your, uh, pants there?

Uh... Both?

Look, whether you like it or not,

we are handling this situation.

Yup. Really?

Mm-hmm.

'Cause I see a couple of fame whores

who are pointing their camera at a mom who just lost her kid.

Ed: Guys, we are investigators,

and we have every right...

No. No, you don't. You know why?

'Cause you're just gonna get in our way.

Or you're gonna get somebody else killed.

That's right. So, you can either walk out of here...

...or crawl. Up to you.

Oh, my God, Menudo. Will you guys relax?

We know what we're going.

Yup. Really?

And what about the rest of the Bad News Bears, huh?

Where's the... where's the fat one?

And... and the girl? There was a girl, right?

They... we dropped them. They were... they were dead weight.

Well, t-they're still alive. They're... no, they're totally alive.

I see. So, it's just the, uh, the dumpy duo, then.

Well, that's great.

So, here's the deal. A ghost...

Will land you two dead in five seconds flat.

A ghost?

Oh.

They think it's a ghost.

It's so not a ghost. No.

Okay. We'll bite.

What do you think it is?

Can I... can I do it this time?

You got it. Okay.

I've waited all my life for this.

Amazon me, bitches.

I will shoot you...

Bitches.

Like we were saying, you were just going, right? Great.

Good talk.

50 shades of way too much protein.

Uh... Dean?

Yeah?

Ed and Harry wrote a book.

What? Yeah.

Uh, "The Skinny on Thinman",

by America's foremost Supernaturalists.

What the hell's a Thinman?

I don't know. Um...

Whoa. Check that out, though.

That does kind of look like

whatever was behind Casey Miles, right?

Or Garth if somebody shaved his face off.

Big whoop.

Here we go. Uh, "Thinman...

"an urban legend started on the world wide web...

"lurks in the background of his victims' lives

until he's ready to kill them."

Yeah, because everything started on the Internet is true.

Like, uh, oh, the shark attacking a helicopter...

they write the book on that one, too?

Dude, real or not,

thousands of people have posted to the site.

It's like Thinman is the new Bigfoot or something.

Or Thinman is just a ghost with a brand name.

You saying that 'cause you really think