Supernatural

Dad's gone now.

He wants us to pick up where he left off.

What do you say we kill some evil sons of bitches and raise hell?

That knife. What kind of blade can kill a demon?

Yesterday, I'd have said there was no such thing.

Won't stop a demon, if that's what you think.

Who are you?

That smarts a little.

- What do you want? - Want me to help you out or not?

The second you find out this Ruby is a demon, you go for the holy water.

- You don't chat. - No one was chatting.

- Why didn't you send her to hell? - She told me she could help you.

She knows what your weakness is: Me.

Think something's wrong with my brother?

No. Demons lie.

Last I checked, Dean's still going to hell.

Everything in its own time, Sam.

You'll have to do things that go against that gentle nature of yours.

On the bright side, I'll be there with you.

That little fallen angel on your shoulder.

That was just a terrible, terrible party.

But there was this one really beautiful woman there.

- You should've gone home with her. - I did.

Mm.

- I need a few minutes. - All right.

There's a bottle of '89 in the fridge.

Good.

Oh, God.

What the...?

Paul?

What is it?

It's my teeth...

- Janet! - Help me!

She was so scared.

I couldn't do anything to stop it.

And I've talked to the police and I've talked to the medical examiner.

No one can explain it.

Well, that's why they put the call in to us, Mr. Dutton.

But the CDC, that's disease control, right?

What do you think, it's some virus?

We're not ruling out anything yet.

- Mr. Dutton, did Janet have any enemies? I'm sorry?

- Anyone have a reason to hurt her? - Wait. What...?

What are you saying? That somebody poisoned her?

We have to cover every base here. But, I mean, what kind of poison?

- You think a person could've done this? Would anyone want to?

What? No. No. There's no one that could have...

Mr. Dutton?

Uh, everyone loved Janet.

Okay. Thank you very much.

We've got everything we need. We'll get out of your way now.

Dude seem a little evasive to you?

I don't know. I was under a sink pulling this out.

Hex bag.

- Oh, gross. - Yeah.

Bird bones, rabbit's teeth.

This cloth is probably cut from something Janet Dutton owned.

So we're thinking witch.

Uh, yeah, and not some New Age Wiccan water dowser either.

This is Old World black magic, Dean.

I mean, warts and all.

- I hate witches. - Ha.

Always spewing their bodily fluids everywhere.

- Pretty much. - It's creepy. It's downright unsanitary.

Yeah. Well, someone definitely had it out for Janet Dutton.

Yeah, someone who snuck in and planted the bag.

What are we thinking, looking for some craggy old Blair Bitch in the woods?

Could be anyone. Neighbor, coworker, man, woman. That's the problem.

- They're human like everyone else. - How we gonna find them?

This wasn't random.

Someone in Janet Dutton's life had an ugly ax to grind.

- Find the motive... - We find the murderer.

Yeah.

Amanda.

- Hey, Amanda! - Oh, Elizabeth. Hi.

Sorry. I've got a thousand things on my mind.

Are you okay, sweetie?

You didn't come to book club.

Yeah. Sorry. I was gonna call. I just... I got busy. You know?

But I'm fine. Really, I am. Thanks.

This dinner was cooked for you, Paul Arthur Dutton.

Now you're going to eat it.

Check the car.

- Sam? - Got it!

- You okay? - What the hell is happening to me?

Someone murdered your wife. They're trying to kill you.

That's impossible.

If we hadn't been following you, you'd be a doornail right now.

- Now, who wants you dead? - Ugh.

- Come on. Think. - There's a woman...

- Okay, a woman? Okay. - An affair. A mistake.

She was unbalanced, blackmailing me. I put an end to it a week ago.

- What's her name? - Wha...?

- What could she have to do with...? - Paul, what is her name?

No. No.

No!

That's a curve ball.

Yeah.

Three per wrist, vertical.

She wasn't fooling around.

Yeah.

Looks like she was working some heavyweight evil here.

Yup.

Oh, God!

Frigging witches. Seriously, man, come on.

We know where she got the rabbit's teeth.

Paul sure knows how to pick them. It's like Fatal Attraction.

- Yeah. - Why does a rabbit...

...always gets screwed on the deal?

Poor little guy.

You know what I don't get, Dean? If she was so bent on revenge, why do this?

Well...

...she got Janet Dutton, thought she'd finished off Paul.

Decided to cap herself, make it a spurned lover's hat trick.

Maybe.

This doesn't look like a TV room of a bright and stable person, you know.

No. But then...

...there's this.

Another hex bag? Come on.

Looks like we got a hit, huh? Little witch-on-witch violence?

I guess.

I'd like to report a dead body. 309 Mayfair Circle.

My name? Yeah, sure. My name is...

Why are witches ganking each other?

I don't know. But I think maybe we got a coven on our hands.

All right, all right.

I'm going.

I'm not fooled by your little book club, by the way.

I know what you get up to when I'm gone.

It's all dish and gossip.

- Hi, Ron. - Oh, hello, Elizabeth.

When's the last time anyone actually brought a book?

Good night, Ron.

All right.

He doesn't know?

- You didn't tell him? - About Amanda?

I think that's book-club business, don't you?

- Thank you, Tammi. - Police just took away her body.

- We're gonna pretend it didn't happen? We loved Amanda.

It's true.

But we know that she was a little, well, unstable.

- Also true. And we have to face it...

...she probably killed Janet Dutton.

People just don't spit out their teeth all of a sudden.

We have to stop.

We have to stop book club. This has all gone too far.

Elizabeth, just take a deep breath.

Calm down.

We can't stop.

But people are dying.

Ahh. Amanda killed herself, yes...

...and, yes, she killed Janet.

Awful, awful business, of course.

But that's all over now.

And think about what book club has gotten us, hmm?

Your husband's promotion.

That little trip to Hawaii that you won.

And what about me?

My home pottery business is finally taking off.

And you wanna just stop?

Do you wanna stop?

Okay, now, come on. We don't have much time.

Ron gets back from his fantasy football in an hour.

Book of Shadows, we kneel before you.

Let us serve your master as you serve us.

Book of Shadows, we kneel before you.

Let us serve your master...

You must have a green thumb. Excuse me?

Getting these herbs to grow out of season like this.

It's quite impressive.

I'm sorry. I should have introduced myself first.

I'm, uh, Detective Bachman.

- This is Detective Turner. - Hi.

We're following up on Amanda Burns' death.

Going around talking to her neighbors and stuff.

But didn't she...? I mean, she killed herself, right?

Maybe. Maybe.

We heard you were friends with the deceased.

Yeah, I guess so.

Do you have any idea about her practices?

- I'm sorry. What practices? Her house was littered...

...with satanic paraphernalia. - A regular black Sabbath.

No. That... But she was an Episcopalian.

Well, then we're pretty sure she was using the wrong Bible.

Elizabeth.

- Are you all right? - I'm fine.

Uh, Renee, these are detectives.

They say Amanda was...

- She was practicing... - Sorry, detectives.

You can tell that Elizabeth is a little upset.

Of course, Miss...?

Mrs. Renee Van Allen.

Would you like me to spell it for you?

I'll get by, thanks.

This Amanda business has been hard for Liz, for all of us.

Yeah, I mean, you think you know a person...

Well, I guess we all have secrets, don't we?

Well, thanks. Um, we'll be in touch.

Have a nice day.

Bye.