Supernatural

Dad wants us to pick up where he left off.

Saving people, hunting things.

The family business.

You're planning on bringing the demon here, aren't you?

Having some stupid, macho showdown?!

I have a plan, Sam.

Dean is dying, and you have a plan!

I won't hunt this demon,

Not until we know Dean's okay.

Did you really think you could trap me?

Oh, I don't want to trap you. I want to make a deal.

I will give you the colt and the bullet,

But you got to help Dean.

You got to bring him back.

You still need to sweeten the pot.

Giving to Salomon, these protective circles, they really work.

You get a demon in one, they're trapped, powerless.

What's going on? Oh, my god.

Get a doctor.

Run!

What happened?

Talk to me. Dogs.

Stay with us, baby! Dogs... Black dogs.

Robert?

Robert, don't you die on me!

So much for our low profile.

You got a warrant in St. Louis, and now you're officially in the feds' database.

Dude, I'm like Dillinger or something. Dean, it's not funny.

It makes the job harder. We got to be more careful now.

What do they got on you?

I'm sure they just

Haven't posted it yet. Well, you're no accessory,

Nothing? Shut up.

You're jealous. No, I'm not!

Uh-Huh.

All right,

What do you got on the case there, you innocent, harmless young man, you?

"Architect Sean Boyden plummeted to his death from the roof of his home,

A condominium he designed"

Build a high rise and jump off. That's classy.

When did he call animal control?

Two days earlier.

Did he actually say "black dog"? Yeah.

"Vicious, wild, black dog"

The authorities couldn't find it, and no one else saw it.

In fact, the authorities are a little confused as to how a wild dog

Could get past the doorman,

Take the elevator up, and start roaming the halls of the cushiest joint in town.

After that, no more calls. He doesn't show up for work.

Two days later, he takes a swan dive.

You think we're dealing with an actual black dog?

Well, maybe. What's the lore on it?

It's all pretty vague.

There are spectral black dogs all over the world, but

Some say they're animal spirits, others say death omens.

But anyways, whatever they are, they're

Big, nasty...

Yeah, bet they could hump the crap out of your leg.

Look at that one. Huh?

What? They could.

So,

You and Sean Boyden were business partners for

Almost 10 years, right?

That's right.

Now, one more time, this is for... A tribute for Mr. Boyden,

"Architectural Digest".

Funny to you? No,

It's just uh

"Tribute".

Yeah.

See, Sean always got the tributes.

He kills himself,

Leaves me and his family behind,

But he gets another tribute.

Right.

Any idea why he'd do such a thing?

I have no clue. I mean, he lived a charmed life.

How so?

He was a flat-Out genius.

I mean, I'm capable, but, next to him, uh...

It wasn't always that way either.

No?

You want to know the truth?

There was a time where he couldn't even design a pup tent.

Hell, 10 years ago, he was working as a bartender at this place called

Lloyd's,

A complete dive.

So, what changed? You got me.

But overnight

He gets this huge commission,

And he starts designing...

He starts designing the most

Ingenious buildings

Anyone has ever seen. It was like

The level of Van Gogh and Mozart.

What?

It's funny.

True geniuses, they...

Seem to die young, don't they?

To have

That kind of talent...

Why...

Why just throw it away?

So?

The secretary's name is Carly.

She's 23. She kayaks...

And they're real.

You didn't happen to ask her if she's seen any black dogs lately, did you?

Every complain called in this week

About anything big, black, or dog like. There's 19 calls in all,

And, uh,

I don't know what this is.

You mean, Carly's my space address?

Yeah, my space. What the hell is that?

Seriously, is that like some sort of porn site?

I swear, if this is another freakin' pomeranian

Barking in the neighbor's yard...

Afternoon, ma'am.

Animal control.

Oh, someone already came yesterday.

Oh, we're just following up.

We're looking for Dr. Sylvia Perlman.

The doctor,

Well, she...

I don't know exactly when she'll be back. She left two days ago.

Okay.

And you are?

I'm Miss Perlman's maid.

So, where did the doctor go?

I'm not sure.

She just packed and went. She didn't say where.

That stray dog, did you find it finally?

Uh, not yet.

You know,

You didn't ever happen to see the dog yourself, did you?

Well, no. I never even heard it.

I was almost starting to think the doctor was imagining things, but

She's not like that, so... You know, I read she was

The chief surgeon at the hospital.

So she's got to be, what, 42, 43? That's pretty young for that job.

Youngest in the history of the place.

She got the position 10 years ago.

An overnight success, 10 years ago.

Yeah, we know a guy like that.

Oh, look at this.

Lloyd's bar.

Miss Perlman?

I've been calling for hours!

You need to vacate the room, or you got to pay for the night!

Okay,

No problem.

H ey.

Yeah?

That's weird.

What? Think someone planted these?

In the middle of all these weeds?

These are, uh, what do you call them?

Yarrow flowers? Yeah.

Used for certain rituals, aren't they?

Yeah, actually, summoning rituals.

So,

Two people become sudden successes about 10 years ago,

Right around the time they were hanging out here at Lloyd's.

Where there just happens to be a crossroads.

You think? Let's find out.

Seem about the dead center to you?

Yahtzee.

I'd be willing to bet that's graveyard dirt.

And a black cat bone. That's serious spellwork.

I mean, that's deep south hoodoo stuff.

Used to summon a demon.

Not just summon one.

Crossroad's where pacts are made.

These people are actually making deals with the damned thing.

You know, 'cause that always ends good.

They're seeing dogs, all right...

But not black dogs. They're seeing hellhounds,

Demonic pit bulls.

Whoever this demon is, it's back and it's collecting.

And that doctor lady, wherever she's running,

She ain't running fast enough.

Holy...

Holy?

Guess again.

Now save poor bob, if you please

I want to play guitar.

I want you to make me the best blues man ever lived.

If that's what you want...

So...

How...

Do we shake on it?

So, it's just like the Robert Johnson legend, right?

I mean, "selling your soul at the crossroads", that kind of deal?

Except that wasn't a legend.

You know his music.

You don't know Robert Johnson songs?

Sam, there's occult references all over his lyrics.

I mean, "Crossroad blues,"

"Me and the Devil blues,"

"Hellhound on my Trail"?