Supernatural

Sam: I'm having a difficult time figuring out what's real.

You never left, Sam.

You're still in the cage with me.

Let me see your hand.

I was with you when you cut it.

I sewed it up.

This is real.

I'm a grade "A" freak,

but I'm managing it.

There was a job in town. Dean: Where's the body?

- I let her go. - Why?

You know me.

You know the kind of person I am.

She's dropping bodies, man,

which means we got to drop her.

She killed her own mom to save me.

I'm sorry but it's that simple.

She's done.

Trust me.

Dean, please.

Okay.

You are what you are.

You will kill again.

I'm sorry.

That's impossible.

You're okay.

You're okay.

Oh, you're okay.

No!

Feels wonky.

What?

Working a regular job.

Bobby'll call if anything flares up on the Leviathan front.

In the meantime, you know you want to work this case, Dean.

Cop on the wire sounded dumbfounded.

No arguments.

It's kind of nice, you know?

We're due for a little cut and dry.

And, uh...

You seem good.

I am.

For me.

By the way...

Thank you.

For?

Amy.

I know you didn't want to let her go,

but it was the right thing to do.

So, thanks.

No problem.

Welcome to Crazytown, population -- one dead guy.

Who was he?

Uh, Matthew Hammond.

Seems to have been crushed to death.

By?

Well, if we weren't on the tenth floor, I'd say by a car.

Sam: It's going crazy.

Some kind of ghost?

With a license?

License to kill.

Seriously?

Huh.

Dean: What do you got?

I don't know. Looks like some kind of powder.

Sulfur?

No. Just dirt.

Could be "Christine"-like.

Ugh.

Even possessed cars can't do stairs.

It's something spectral.

Check this out.

"AA, 10 years."

Dead and sober.

Double crappy.

There's a charge keeps coming up.

50 bucks a month at a place called Jane's.

All right.

Congrats on your sobriety.

I'll go find out what Jane's.

I gave up AA for Lent.

We're not Catholic.

Always with the details.

AA gives me the jeebs.

Wow. Shocker.

I'll hit the meeting. You go hit on Jane.

Matt was a nice guy. Kind of a tortured soul.

Join the club.

But he just seemed to have a lot going on.

Any idea what it was?

Family, a girl?

He played it all pretty close to the vest.

Something was eating at him, though, the last time I saw him.

- He almost slipped. - When?

Just before he died, I guess.

Called me from Neal's Tavern.

Said he was an inch away from drinking.

So I ran over, talked him off the ledge.

Well, do you know what triggered it?

Like I said, he didn't share much.

Oh. Hi.

May I help you?

Uh, yes.

I just had a few questions about a customer of yours,

Name of Matthew Hammond.

Uh, sure. He's not in trouble, is he?

Actually, Mr. Hammond is no longer with us.

Oh.

Now it all makes sense.

What does?

He came in, couple days ago,

Paid me three years in advance

To keep his monthly delivery going.

Where do the flowers go?

A Miss Elizabeth Duren.

You mind writing Elizabeth's address down?

I'd like to pay her a visit.

Here we go.

Meet Elizabeth Duren.

Sam: Died at 10.

Wow.

So, who was she?

I don't know.

Why don't we chew on it back at the motel?

Elizabeth Duren.

Killed 10 years ago

when a neighbor backed out of his driveway,

Didn't see her bike.

No one was ever charged.

- Police ruled it an accident. - Let me guess.

The neighbor's our tenth-floor pancake.

At least we know he felt bad.

I mean, the flowers...

Kind of makes you wonder if the guy wasn't drunk

when he ran her over.

Yeah.

All right.

Well, regardless,

now that we got a decent bead on ghost rider,

let's go.

What?

Burn her bones.

Put her to rest.

The fun never stops.

Keep that thing away from me!

All right.

Woman: 911. What is your emergency?

I need help. There's a dog after me...

What is your address?

I don't know! I'm --

some restaurant somewhere. I'm --

No.

No!

Sir, you need to calm down.

We'll send the paramedics. Just tell me where you are.

Sir? Sir?

Ohh, another night at the office.

Why don't you take the first shower?

Listen to this.

"A local man, Christopher Fisher,

was ripped to shreds in a wild-animal attack last night."

It is a dangerous world out there.

He was in the restroom of a diner.

Yeah, that doesn't sound right.

Apparently, none of the patrons saw anything.

Guy calls 911, screaming about a dog,

but the operator didn't hear anything, either.

Wow.

Looks like this guy had a history with dogs.

Meaning?

Five years ago, he was arrested

for running a dog-fighting operation.

Classy.

All right.

So, what? He causes so much misery

that some Rottweiler goes Cujo on him from beyond the grave?

Wait a second. Do...dogs even have ghosts?

First I've heard of it.

That sounds weird. "Ghost Dog"?

No weirder than "Ghost Car," you know?

You know what does make sense?

Vengeance on the guy that Michael Vick'd you.

I mean, I'm no one to judge,

but it sounds to me like that guy had it coming.

Maybe...

But maybe not.

So, he got busted,

got probation,

started volunteering at an animal shelter.

- Yeah, 'cause he had to. - At first, yeah.

But he kept going long after he served his time.