Supernatural

Something's broken here.

I'm not saying that it's not. I...

We don't...see things the same way anymore --

Our roles in this whole thing.

I can't trust you. We are family.

You say that like it's some sort of cure-all,

like it can change the fact

that everything that has ever gone wrong between us

has been because we're family.

Audience: 15, 14, 13, 12...

11, 10, 9...

8, 7...

6, 5... No chipmunking allowed!

Swallow or you're disqualified!

...2, 1...

Looks like we got a wiener! Yeah!

He cheated!

Hey, back off, Skeletor. I won fair and square.

Like hell you did, Jabba!

I saw you slip a hot dog in your pocket!

Well, I hate to break it to you, pal,

but that's no hot dog.

Audience: Ohh!

Mmm.

Mmm.

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Hey.

Hey.

You go to bed last night?

What? Uh, no.

No, "Rudy" was on.

"Unforgiven," and then I was too jacked to sleep,

so...research.

Sam: Gadreel?

And Metatron and the mark of Cain and...

Crickets.

I did find us a case, though. Oh, yeah?

Yeah, was a strange death in Stillwater, Minnesota.

A competitive eater died after a hot dog-eating contest.

So, what? Death by tube steak? If only.

Dean: He got attacked in his car, but, uh, get this --

he shrunk from 300 pounds to 90 pounds.

Witchcraft?

Or a heavy-duty laxative. You game?

Yeah. Good.

Looks like it's a whore's bath for me. I'll be ready in five.

You sure you're okay, Dean?

Why wouldn't I be?

'Cause -- I don't know you...

This isn't about what I said the other day, is it?

Oh, about that we're not supposed to be brothers?

No, don't flatter yourself. I don't break that easy.

Oh, good, 'cause I was just being honest.

Oh, yeah. No, I got that loud and clear.

[ Telephones ringing, police radio chatter ]

Thanks for your patience, agents.

Coroner's report finally came in.

All right, thank you.

All right, let's see.

Did Wayne McNut really weigh 300 pounds

just moments before time of death?

316 to be exact.

And the official cause of death? Cardiac arrest.

But between you and me, that's just a guess.

The vic suffered massive organ damage.

Here you go, Jenny.

Ruptured spleen, pierced liver, collapsed lung.

Looked like everything was just

Sucked right out of him.

Like he'd been hoovered? Yeah.

Yeah, you know, I got to be honest, fellas -- hm?

We're stumped.

This type of thing just doesn't happen in Stillwater.

Now, did Wayne have any enemies?

Hmm.

More like an unfriendly rivalry.

A guy named "Slim Jim" Morgan.

Like Wayne, he was pretty well-known

in the competitive-eatin' circuit.

Competitive-eating circuit? Is that a big thing out here?

Oh, yeah. You betcha.

Folks take it real seriously --

train for months.

Eat all sorts of wackadoo stuff, you know, like, uh...

Baked beans, buff wings, butter.

Butter? Yeah.

Sometimes deep-fried. Hm.

This year alone, Wayne won the Butter Bowl,

the Wing Ding, and Shrimptasia.

Anyhoo, point being, Wayne McNut was the only one Slim Jim

couldn't beat in the whole Great Lakes region.

So is he a suspect?

We checked him out, but Slim Jim was in the Hot Doggery

at the time of Wayne's death,

and we got 15 witnesses to prove it.

Really? Yeah.

Training.

When I gear up for a competition, I eat lettuce --

stretches the stomach.

Yet another reason to stay away from salads.

How well did you know Wayne McNut?

Well, well enough to know he was a weasel and a cheat.

I hate to say it, but, uh, karma's a bitch.

This is interesting.

Mala's good-luck charms.

And Mala is...?

My old lady.

Is your old lady superstitious?

Yeah. She's Romanichal.

Romanichal? Gypsy.

But don't call her that. She says it's reductive.

But I think it's a compliment.

I mean, gypsies are all the rage on TV --

"My Big Fat Gypsy Wedding," "Gypsy Sisters"...

"Keeping up with the Kardashians."

Um you mind if I use your bathroom?

Yeah, go ahead.

But use the one upstairs at the back.

Mala's taking a shower in ours.

Right.

Did you really lose the "Wiener Winner" by one dog?

Yeah.

[ Water running, door creaks ]

And what are we talkin'? Six inches? Foot-long?

Look, agent. Am I a suspect here or what?

'Cause unless you got a warrant --

You, uh, ready to go? Yeah.

Uh, Mr. Morgan, thank you for your time.

If you remember anything else,

this is our number and where we're staying locally.

All right, so, we got what appears to be Wayne McNut's hair

and... a bag full of weird.

In Romanichal culture, the pouch is called a putsi bag.

It's used for hexes.

Okay, so, what?

Mala's putting hexes on hubby's competition?

I mean, what do we got ourselves?

A "thinner" sitch here?

Slim Jim might not even know.

Hm.

Hi.

I believe you have something of mine.

Kill Wayne?

I loved him!

Dean: So...you were...

Yes. Okay? We were having an affair --

for years, actually.

I don't mean to be rude, uh...

But how is it that Wayne McNut is your type?

I mean, you're married to a man who's barely a buck -- wet.

What can I say?

Sometimes it's nice to feel a little give.

Oh.

Yeah, I get that -- a little extra cushion for the, uh...

Help me understand something.

If you loved Wayne, why did you put a curse on him?

It wasn't a curse.

Putsi bags are also used for blessings.

I wanted Wayne to win.

Plan was, take the prize money, get a quickie divorce,

and then tie the knot in Orlando.

Wayne used to call me his "Princess Jasmine."

[ Joe Cocker & Jennifer Warnes' "Up Where We Belong" plays ]

I gained weight?

How is that even possible?

Hello?

Anyone there?

Let's try this again.

Any idea what the vic weighed beforehand?

165.

So...180.

Known fact -- all women lie about their weight and age.

Wait, you told that waitress the other day you were 29.

Mm-hmm.

Need anything else, agents?

Yeah, is Sheriff Hanscum around?