Supernatural

I hate witches...

Always, spewing their bodily fluids everywhere.

It creepy, you know it's downright unsanitary.

I-I can't hold them back!

- Hold who back? - Leviathan!

Bobby: They're like shapeshifters only a lot

more into eating folk. Nothing can kill 'em.

Yes, sir. Sam Winchester was definitely here.

And I'll find out where they went from here.

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.

She's done.

You ever do something behind someone's back

Because you had to?

You are what you are.

You will kill again.

I'm sorry.

Karen, don't second-guess yourself.

Yes, your house is beautiful,

but didn't you tell me a million times

that it's Rick's dream house?

Selling it is how you punish his ass, Karen,

and after what you've been through, don't you deserve that?

You do, honey.

I'll have the papers ready tomorrow.

Yay! I'm proud of you.

Bye.

I'm not good.

I'm very good.

There you are.

All right.

10 minutes. Holler if you need anything.

Chris!

Ow.

Ow.

Ow. Chris, get back here!

Chr-i-i-i-is!

Chris!

Chris!

Oh, my God. Somebody, help!

Aaaah!

Leave me alone! I said shut up!

Just stop! Stop!

Dean: You are what you are.

You will kill again.

I won't. I swear.

Somebody better be chasing you.

It's good for you.

No. No, it's not good for you. Look at you.

Y-you're a mess, and you stink.

Well, while you were out being Lance Armstrong...

That would be biking. ...I was working.

You ever heard of a town called Prosperity, Indiana?

Has anybody?

Two of their fine citizens died over the past two weeks.

This one chick -- she, uh, roasted underneath

one of those beehive hair dryers at the hair salon,

and this other guy boiled in a hot tub.

- You don't see a lot of that. - No, you don't.

- It's worth checking out. - Yeah.

You know, one more thing.

What's going on with you?

We have had this conversation, Sam.

No, we haven't.

See, to do that, you'd have to, uh, sort of...speak.

Okay, let's see if you can get this straight.

See you're -- you're new Sam, right,

Lance Armstrong. Biking.

And, uh -- and I'm still me, okay?

All right, so -- so, you might see things different now --

call it a runner's high or some crap --

but that doesn't mean

that something's going on with me, okay?

Yeah, okay.

No, don't say, "yeah, okay," like, "yeah, okay."

Yeah, okay.

Chet: Yes, sir, I understand.

Yeah, I definitely do realize this Winchester thing

is taking far too long, and I'm sorry about that.

No worries.

I can be there in a day and a half.

Yeah, I'll hit the road now.

Just stopped for a quick refuel.

Thanks. It'll be my pleasure.

Sam: I'm very sorry.

I-I know this is a tough time to have to talk about all this.

I've already been through it so many times with the lawyers,

the police, the insurance guys.

Right. I know. I know.

We just -- we have to conduct our own separate investigation.

I'm sorry. I know it's tough.

Can I ask you -- did your sister have any enemies?

Why do you ask that?

You think her death wasn't accidental?

No. No, no, no. We just have to consider every possibility.

Is there anyone who might have wanted to harm her?

You don't live here, so you don't know.

Everyone...loved Wendy.

She volunteered at the church.

She ran a group for kids.

I was the big sister,

and I looked up to her.

What about this man who died -- Carl Dunlap?

- Did she know him? - I don't think so.

Well, Wendy was in real estate, right?

Carl was an architect.

Maybe they had some business dealings?

If they had worked together, I would've heard the name.

Agent Sambora...

If someone did this to my sister, find out who.

And nobody was back here but Wendy.

No.

But I was only gone for a minute.

You can't even crank these things

past a certain temperature -- am I wrong?

If it started to blow a fuse or something,

it would have shut down.

Oh.

Basically, you're saying that this couldn't have happened.

Basically, I'm saying it couldn't have happened.

The insurance adjusters already did that.

Thanks for the heads-up.

Sam: Wait. What kind of a coin?

Dean: It's not American. I don't know where it's from.

It was wedged back behind one of those machines.

Somebody could have dropped it.

Of course, they don't have pockets

in those robe thingies that they make you wear.

I didn't realize you were such a spa expert.

Shut up. I observe with my eyes.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever you say.

So, you thinking it must be some kind of hex talisman?

Maybe.

All right. Pick me up.

Why don't you just run home, Lance?

Dean --

Yeah, I'll be there in a bit.

Oh, come on --

aaaah!

So, what do we know about the vic?

Dewey Stevens -- owner, Dewey Stevens Construction,

biggest outfit in town.

Rotarian, methodist, tenor,

blue-ribbon pecan pie champ, asthmatic.

We're a close-knit community.

So, this, um, pillar of the community --

he was taking a leak before he, uh, sprung a few?

The crew had gone for the day. Site was shut down.

Anything unusual besides the nails in the eyes?

Well, we're...

still trying to figure out

where they plugged in the nail gun,

seeing as there's no generator on the truck.

Well, when you figure that out, let me know.

So, another victim everybody likes.

Not everybody.

Another physically impossible death.

- You got any ideas? - Cirque du Soleil?

Oh, I, uh, found another one of these,

just like at the, uh, the hair-dryer/brain-roast.

And I found a connection with all the vics.

These e-mail logs show Wendy, the real-estate chick,

Carl, the architect, and this Dewey guy

were all working on a shopping-center project together.

Why didn't we know about that?

Well, it all fell apart for some reason.

I mean, there are these e-mails back and forth,

pretty hot and heavy, and suddenly they just stopped.

So, everybody working on this project has died?

Well, not yet.

They were working with a developer,

a guy named Don Stark.

Don Stark? Why do I know that name?

Man, this Stark guy is really plugged in, huh?

So, all the players in this -- this shopping-center project

have either fried, boiled, or kebabbed.

He could be next.

Really?

From a freaking flask?

What are you, bad Santa?

- On the job? - We're always on the job.

All right. Bobby e-mailed back.

I sent him a few pics of those coins you found.

He says the writing is Romanian cyrillic,

used only in the mid-15th to the 19th century.