Supernatural

Reaper: Mr. Singer...

...your time's up.

Dean: Bobby! Bobby!

Idjits.

Dean: Bobby? Hey!

You really want to get stuck...

turning into some ghost?

I know what I'm doing, Rufus.

You're thinking you can help those boys.

But how many spirits you meet in their right mind?

What's it gonna be -- stay or go?

I'm concerned that Bobby might be haunting you.

I've already tried contacting Bobby.

Without me?

If he was there, I'd have told you.

We burned him, Dean.

The blade was across the room, and then it was in my hand.

My beer drank itself.

That page magically appeared on the bed.

Bobby's book fell down,

and out popped the number of the guy who found Cass.

It's not Bobby!

It could be.

- No, it couldn't be! - Why not?

Because we want it to be.

Regular people -- they see ones they lost everywhere, too.

Yeah, freakin' ghosts.

Or they just miss them a lot.

If it was Bobby, he would let us know.

Balls!

All right, here we go.

You know...

even though the world is going to crap,

there's one thing that I can always count on --

these things tasting the same in every drive-through

in every state in our great nation.

Mmm.

Hey, Dean.

A nice surprise. How you been?

Oh, I'm still kicking. So, good, I guess.

Heard about Bobby.

I'm sorry.

Yeah. Us too.

What's up?

Well, I got some of his old books.

I thought maybe you'd want them.

Yeah. Sure. Where you at?

Bodega Bay. Crow's Nest Inn.

- You working? - Always.

You guys anywhere nearby?

- Near enough. - Cool.

Why don't we meet

at the Pier Front Restaurant -- lunch?

- 1:00? - Yeah. Bye.

We shouldn't be here.

Yeah. I know.

Cops?

You shouldn't have come here.

Hey, get this.

Dick Roman is funding another archaeological dig.

Guy moves more dirt than "The Drudge Report."

Well, anything on what he's digging for?

Don't you think I would have led with that?

Annie's not usually this late, is she?

No, never.

She's totally compulsive. I'll try her cell.

You know, uh, you know she and Bobby had a thing, right?

Yeah.

Yeah, I knew that.

Really?

Yeah.

Kind of a foxhole thing -- very Hemingway.

Huh.

She and I kind of went Hemingway this one time, too.

All right, well...

that happens.

What, you too?

Look, it was a while back.

We ended up on the same case.

She was stressed.

I-I-I...

I didn't...have a soul.

That's a lot of foxholes.

She's not answering.

Well, here's to ghosts that aren't there.

You sound kind of disappointed.

Ah, it's better this way.

I mean, even though I wish we could see him again

doesn't mean that we should.

Ahh.

Are we being stood up?

Yeah, let's hope that's all this is.

Nothing?

Straight to voicemail.

Something's not right.

What's she doing on Bodega Bay?

She's working some kind of job. She didn't really say.

I got to get a refill.

You know what, man?

Why don't you just pack it away for a while?

All it does is remind us of him, you know?

Yeah, I thought about that, but, uh...not yet.

Let's go check out Annie's hotel room.

Sam: These go back years -- disappearances never solved.

They stop a few decades back,

then pick up again just recently.

All teenagers.

Looks like Annie found a spot

a lot of them liked to poke around

just before they went missing.

Yeah?

Yeah. Old Van Ness house.

It's, uh, cheery.

Sam: Well, the police combed the place.

They always come up dry.

Yeah, local law. Always on the ball.

Guys...

So, built in 1862 by the Van Ness family...

I just made that curtain shimmy. ...Who lost it in the early 1900s.

Could you look in the right place at the right time?

Put up for sale a few years back. No takers.

Probably 'cause it creeps their queso.

Balls, this is exhausting.

It's just been sitting there, boarded up, for ages.

Oh. Get this.

I guess a couple months back,

someone put it on one of those, uh,

"most haunted houses in America" lists.

Let me guess -- that's when the teenagers started going missing.

- Yep. - Okay.

Now let's get rolling.

I say we get rolling.

Idjits.

Thank you.

Honey, I'm home.

Geez.

My people.

All right, let's go.

Hi.

I'm Bobby, and I'm a ghost.

Hoping for a little ghost orientation here.

Je m'appelle Bobby.

Chilly.

Annie?!

There's a whole lot of something going on.

I know what you did last night,

and you know it was forbidden!

I don't brook that sort of thing in my home.

Don't do it again, Dexter, or there will be consequences.

The call to me was the last one she made.

So where the hell is she?

Annie: Bobby?

Annie!

We've been looking for you.

I can't believe you're here.

Yeah. I'm a doornail.

Bad news here.

If you can see me, you are, too.

Wow.

Dead. Ghost.

Me.

Three words you never want to use in a sentence.

I feel like I was drugged.

I get it.

I figure it was a month

before I even knew I was still here.

You're doing well.

Terrific. So, uh...

So, you duck your reaper, too?

What? No. I never even saw one.

You --

Bobby.

You ran away from your reaper?

On purpose?

That's why you're still here?

You stupid, crazy old -- hey.

I remember a time when you liked how crazy I was.

Oh, shut up!

I can't believe you.

You know what?

As a regular ghost with no choice in the matter,

screw you.

Hey. I got unfinished business here, same as you.

Uh-huh.

And there's my unfinished business right now.

Kids!

Hello?

You're dead.

Well, they're not the brightest bulbs on the string.

I came in, they were roadkill.

Then this big guy charges me.

And now I'm...

Crap.

Is there a fun aspect to this?

Not really.

And so far, I can't crack the code on any of it.

I mean, I've seen poltergeists bench a piano as a warm-up.

I tried to help the boys out once

by knocking a book off the table