Supernatural

It's an interdimensional geoscope.

I looked in it earlier. I didn't see anything.

Oh, that's not good.

All my life, I've been nothing but a hamster in a wheel.

Stuck in a story.

And you know whose fault that is? Chuck's.

Chuck is deleting worlds.

- Jack... he's... a mess. - Yeah.

I have a job, a mission!

I'm supposed to kill God.

Do you really think I can do this?

Jack, you're the only one who can.

I don't know. Feels like Jack is hiding something.

I've been lying to you.

Billie's spells have been

turning me into some kind of bomb,

and when I go off and kill Chuck and Amara,

I'll die, too.

Going to look for another way.

What the hell are you talking about?

There's something you and Sam need to know.

Mister... "Travis Johnson"?

- That's me. - It's after 10:00.

We don't usually allow late check-ins.

Yeah. Uh... sorry.

And, um, you had a special request?

Room 214?

Yeah. Doctor's orders.

You been here before?

Long time ago.

Mm.

Welcome back.

You can do this.

Just one night.

And then it's over.

It wasn't real.

It was never... real.

Do you remember me?

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

I remember you.

You're not real. You were never real.

Boo.

How much longer?

Uh... seven hours.

Ugh.

Yep.

Can't believe we're going back here.

Travis was a friend.

Yeah, I know. I'm not saying what happened isn't sad.

You know, I mean, the guy slit his throat

with a whiskey bottle, but...

He's an old friend, you know?

Old, old. Like haven't seen him in 25 years.

We've missed funerals for much closer friends... Hunters.

Well, this is different.

I-I mean, it's not like we have much else to do.

Chuck is off world.

Jack's in the bunker, waiting for Billie's orders.

And... And Cass just... bailed, I guess.

He didn't say anything to you about why he left?

Not really.

And you guys didn't get into a fight or something?

It's just Cass being Cass.

Right.

Seriously, Dean?

You know how many people die every year texting and driving?

Yeah, yeah, yeah. No, I know. Look.

Okay? Done. You're right. My bad.

It looks smaller.

Yeah, well, we're bigger.

Weird being back here.

Yeah, it's not exactly on the top of my bucket list.

Dad should've let me go with him.

I mean, you don't need me.

I was babysitting you when I was your age.

- I'm pretty sure that's illegal. - Whatever.

Uh, wanna practice shooting?

I just want to go to the room.

Naw, let's... let's hit a vending machine or something.

What's that?

Nothing.

Let me see.

Dude, stop!

Ahh. Victory.

These better be haunted colleges.

Where'd you even get this?

The bookshelf at the last motel.

I thought your imaginary friend told you it was bad to steal.

Why would you want...

Wait. You think you're gonna go to college?

Yeah. Why not?

"Why not?" Why?

'Cause that's what normal people do.

Right. Because we are normal.

Whatever. We barely go to school.

So if you think places like that'll even think

about letting a dumbass like you in...

Come on.

This, Sammy? This is our life.

Hello.

Freeze! You're under arrest.

- Uh... - Relax.

I won't rat on you...

if you teach me that trick.

This is my little brother, Travis.

Hey, kid. I'm Dean.

Hi.

I'm Caitlin.

Oh.

These old models, they're easy.

One, two... three.

Thanks.

So, uh, you staying here?

Our mom works here... cleaning crew.

We saw your car when you checked in.

Who's your dad... Knight Rider?

What? No.

My dad drives an Impala, which is badass.

KITT's a crappy...

Pontiac Firebird Trans Am.

Yeah. I know.

Yeah. I know.

- Caitlin? - Dean.

- Hey. - Hey.

Sam. Thanks for coming.

Yeah. Sorry, um... you know,

- about your brother. - Yeah.

How you holding up?

Crying a lot.

Blaming myself a lot.

Long story. Travis, he...

After you left, he had a pretty rocky life.

Drugs, couldn't hold down a job.

I encouraged him to get help for years.

Finally, he took my advice.

Started therapy.

It was great at first.

It... It really seemed to be helping, and then...

Then...?

His doctor started prying.

About that winter... what happened here.

Travis said he needed to face his fears.

His doc called it "immersion therapy."

To heal.

He checked in to room 214.

214?

Is that where he...?

Well, look, whatever you need us for, we're here, okay?

Help with the funeral...

The funeral was last week.

- What? - I'm sorry. I thought you said...

I know. I'm sorry.

I needed to be sure that you would come.

Come for what?

Caitlin...

Why do you want us here?

I think she's back.

You remember that winter, how it started.

She came for Travis first.

One, two... three.

Caitlin!

Help!

Caitlin, help!

Help me!

Travis?!

You okay, kid?

Travis? What happened?

What...

Hey.

Well, the coroner's report is open and shut.

Travis's fingerprints were all over the broken glass.

I know how this seems... How I seem.

But my brother, he wouldn't have killed himself.

Well, I know they cleaned the place out already,

but I looked everywhere.

No symbols, no hex bags,

nothing that's... our kinda thing.

Caitlin, I know it's hard, okay?

But you said it yourself... that this "immersion" therapy

was making things worse.

Maybe coming here... sent him over the edge.

I'm crazy.

You think I'm crazy!

No!

It's just... I didn't see anything.

But I did!

Okay. Thanks.

Bobby says Dad's two days out of range, at least.

Left a message.

Wait. You called your dad? Why?

Because y...

You say you saw a monster, right?

I believe you.

You do?

Monsters are real.

Me, my dad... we hunt them.

It's, uh, kind of the family business.

That's...

Are you for real?

Yeah. He is.