Oh, good, you're home.
Listen, you got to help me bury a body.
His real name's Rufus Turner.
He's a hunter.
One of your old friends?
Have you seen this man? No.
I ain't asking for no help.
Never seen that dick.
I'm not asking your your permission.
How you know he's a dick? Lucky guess.
Miss me?
He always used to pull
the old "can't work on the Sabbath" card
whenever we had to bury a body.
Taught me a thing or two about...
what's really out there.
Pretty soon, we were riding together.
Worked like that for years,
kind of like you two knuckleheads.
Just like old times.
Long as I get to drive.
Hell no.
I'm not mad, honey. I'm just outnumbered.
This place is way more of a fixer-upper than we thought.
Like, I'm starting to see
why it was on the market for so long.
No, I know. You're right.
One room at a time ...
starting with this awful wallpaper.
Thank you.
Yeah, love you, too. Love you, too, Maya.
Okay, bye.
Kat?
Mommy?
Something ... something bad is in the house.
It was just a nightmare, honey.
But I heard footsteps.
Why did we have to move here?
And why is it so cold in my room?
Yeah, it is cold in here, huh?
But the furnace is going to be fixed tomorrow, so...
just got to be patient, okay?
We all do.
- Can I get you anything? - I'm thirsty.
Okay, one glass of water coming right up,
but then back to sleep.
Okay?
Okay.
Mama?
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All right.
Nothing on Amara.
Nothing on Cass.
Keep your head up. We're gonna win this, remember?
Yeah, that was before two weeks of squat.
Yeah, well, look, nobody said it was gonna be easy.
You know the drill ... meantime, we hunt.
Check this out.
Naoki Himura said her little girl was attacked
by an entity.
- Kid's in a coma? - Yeah.
Only sign of trauma is what the mom is describing
as a handprint from the alleged attacker,
but no one else was in the house at the time, so...
So a vengeful spirit, poltergeist?
It's worth finding out. It's only a couple hours away.
You really think now is the time to take our eye off the prize?
Dean, we can't just sit around and ... and wait for a lead.
Plus, it'd be nice to get a win.
This case seems like a layup.
Yeah, when was the last time we had a layup?
My wife is flying back,
but her flight's been delayed in London, so...
I'm alone in all this.
Well, we're to help however we can.
I appreciate that, but...
why would the FBI have any interest in this?
Just... doing our due diligence.
You know what? Why don't you go ahead
and tell us about the night of the attack?
Nobody believes there was an attack.
E-Even the Internet thinks I'm crazy.
Well, we don't.
Okay, well, Kat woke up screaming.
I thought she was just having a nightmare.
But she said she heard footsteps
and that she felt something... bad in the house.
Did you also hear footsteps?
No.
Did you notice anything else ...
cold spots or flickering lights?
Yeah, actually.
The lights were out in her room,
a-and it was cold in there.
W-What does that mean?
Would you mind if we went and had a look at your house?
Sure, yeah, I mean, if you think it's gonna help.
There's a-a hide-a-key
under a painted rock by the front door.
Great. Thank you for your help.
Yeah, sure.
Excuse me.
Can I help you boys?
Maybe.
Special Agent Rizer.
This is my partner, Special Agent Bean.
- We, uh ... - Why do the FBI
keep coming back to that house?
Excuse me?
A handful of years ago, the FBI came here.
I'm the head of the Neighborhood Watch, you know?
So I asked the two agents what they were doing here.
And what'd they say?
Not a thing.
They were two of the rudest people I'd ever met.
Huh.
By any chance, were these agents, um...
elder statesmen?
Yeah.
Friends of yours?
Huh?
Why are you sleeping in your car, Bobby?
It's lunchtime.
What the hell am I doing here?
You're helping me with a case ...
like I told you on the phone.
You okay?
The Apocalypse is on the horizon,
and you want to hunt a damn ghost?
Well, unless you found a way to stop the end of the world
during your little siesta, we got jack all
on any of that business.
You know, I knew you were
in the area.
Heard about this possible little gig ...
I thought a win would be nice.
Oh, wait.
I'm supposed to be your friggin' backup?
Yeah.
Well, if by "backup" you mean you do
all the heavy lifting while I watch.
I-It's Shabbat.
- Are you serious? - Deadly.
You drove over here! Ain't that against the rules?
Ah, ah, ah! Less talking.
More hunting.
Excuse me.
What are you gentlemen... here for?
FBI, ma'am.
Special Agent Riggs.
My partner, Special Agent Murtaugh.
We're on official FBI business.
Nothing to worry about.
Well, I am in charge of the Neighborhood Watch here, sir.
I would like to know what this official business is
you're here about.
It's officially none of your damn business, ma'am.
Were you ever nice?
1985 ... Worst year of my life.
Hm.
I'm getting hits everywhere down here.
Yeah, upstairs, as well.
All right, so, what?
Bobby and Rufus worked a case here back in the day?
I mean, we've had houses with multiple ghosts before.
I don't know, Dean.
I mean, the world is small, but it's not that small.
I've got a couple of Bobby's old journals in the trunk.
Why don't we dig into those,
dig into the history of the house, see what's what?
It was our first night in the house.
We had all gone to bed, and then Will,
my son, he called out for help.
Said he heard a strange noise, sounded like footsteps.
My husband and I ran to his room,
but, uh, by the time we got there,
my baby was on the ground unconscious.
Did you notice anything else that night ...
cold spots or lights flickering?
Actually, yes.
Both.
Will's room was cold, and the lights were out.
The doctors don't know what's wrong with him.
Apart from the strange mark on his ankle,
there's no sign of trauma.
How do you mean "strange mark"?
It looks like a handprint.
Well, thank you very much.
Uh, do you know of any affordable motels in the area?
Get this ...
The manager said two FBI agents stayed here years ago,
so I got the same room for luck.
Sorry to disturb reading time, Your Holiness.
Do not religiously persecute me, Bobby.
Tell me something, man ...
Why were you sleeping in your car earlier?
Cops got nothing.
Oh, you're really not gonna answer me, huh?
But I got the Realtor's report on the house.
'Cause they legally have to tell you who died in a house
before you buy it.
Look at you being all smart.
So, who died?
There were two deaths at the house.
The first was accidental ... and don't laugh ...
a dude choked on a chicken bone.
And the other was a murder.
Uhh... a man shot his wife.
Well, Bobby and Rufus were...
definitely on a ghost hunt.
Uh, "Grand Rapids, Michigan.
Possible ghost hunt with jackass."
That's all he wrote?
Yeah, I guess Bobby never got around to finishing it ...
slacker.
Okay, so, they were either hunting chicken bone
or asshat.
One ghost breaks bad back then.
The other's been marinating until now.
- Um... - The only problem I see is
that we don't know what bones Bobby and Rufus burned,
so we might have to... dig up two graves.
I don't know, Dean.
I think there's more to it than that.
I mean ... I mean, something's not right.
It's all a little too easy.
Hey, easy like Sunday morning works for me, okay?
We can wrap this up quick, get back to hunting Amara.
Get Cass back.
I mean, hey, you said it yourself ...
this case is supposed to be a layup, right?
Yeah, but, as much as I hate to admit it, you were right.
You know, I mean, when have we ever had one of those?
Come on.
You think Bobby and Rufus wasted any time
arguing about this kind of crap?
Let's go.
Damn it, Rufus, why do you have to make
everything so friggin' complicated?
What's complicated?
I'm just saying it's not a ghost.
It's a Baku.
What?
A Japanese ...
I know what a Baku is, you dumb-ass.
We hunted one together in Alaska.
All right, I'll bet you a bottle of Johnnie
that it's a Baku.
Well, get ready to buy me a bottle of Johnnie
'cause it ain't a Baku.
It's a ghost, plain and simple,
and the sooner we get to burnin' bones,
the sooner we can get back to figuring out
how to save the world.
Now, come on. We got diggin' to do.
"We"? "We"?
How many times do I got to tell you, man?
Would it kill you to at least wash this damn thing?
It smells like roadkill casserole in here.
Just shut up, you idjit.
Son of a bitch!
Ashes.
There's got to be an easier way to dig graves.
Why are you stopping?
'Cause it's your turn.
What ... What my turn?
Hey, yo, yo, Bobby, Bobby, read my lips, Bobby.
I cannot help you, all right?
It is Sabbath.
It is after sundown, so get to diggin'.
Good catch.
Bobby, can I ask you something?
As long as it's not about...
why I was sleeping in my car earlier.
Why were you sleeping in your car earlier?
Been burnin' the midnight oil...
last couple of weeks.
Up for days...
looking for ways to stop the Apocalypse.
Looking for... anything.
Sam and Dean are right in the middle of this thing.
I'm worried about my boys, Rufus.
Your boys?
Hey, hey. All right. Okay.
Papa Bear.
But you know more than anyone, Bobby...
even if we find a way to keep the world spinning...
not everyone's gonna be on that bus ride home.
Sacrifice, greater good...
all that jazz.
Yeah. I know.
Oldest rule of hunting, Bobby ...
You can't save everyone.
Oh, come on!
Oh, come on.
Yeah, Bobby always was thorough.
Two ash cans, which means we're not hunting a ghost.
I told you.
Yeah, yeah, you ... You were right for once.
So, then, what the hell are we hunting?
Aah!
Yeah.
Okay.
Thank you. I appreciate it. All right.
This has happened before. You first.
Just... come here.
Dr. Richards?
This is my partner, Special Agent Rizer.
This is Dr. Richards. Now, she's retired, but ...
I still have friends on staff here,
so when I heard that two family members
had lapsed into unexplained comas,
I came in to see if I could help.
So, you were here when this happened before?
Yes.
Two FBI agents spoke to me about that case, too.
Mary Henderson went home
to get her son's favorite doll.
When she didn't answer any calls,
her husband phoned the police.
They found her.
And she's...
Same as her son.
Weird mark on the ankle. That's it.
So, it's some kind of coma?
None like I've ever seen.
How do you mean?
Well, their vitals are fading rapidly.
If they don't show some signs of rallying soon,
I'm worried we may lose them.
So, what happened?
What happened? I have no idea.
The next day, mother and son woke up,
both perfectly fine.
Obviously, I hope the same thing happens here,
but these two...
Their vitals are failing, as well, so...
Okay. Thank you for your time.
So, Bobby and Rufus' case?
- Yeah, it's back. - Huh.
Whatever it was ... is.
What did you find?
I talked to the local P.D. ... the actual cops
that found Mary Henderson back in the day
and brought her to this hospital.
Are the Hendersons still around?
Mary Henderson?
Hi.
- We're Special Agents ... - Oh, God.
Is it happening again? Am I ...
Is my son in danger?
No, no.
E-Everything's ... Everything's fine.
But we ... we would like to talk to you
about what happened with your son.
Next thing you know, I woke up in the hospital,
and one of the FBI agents told me
to never touch the wallpaper in the sitting room.
Two people are in great danger.
A-Anything you can remember, any little detail...
I, um...
When I was in the coma, I had a dream.
I mean, it was more like a nightmare.
It was...
like I was in the house, but it wasn't the house.
Everything was dark.
And it looked faded.
And at first, I was alone,
but then I-I started to see things.
What did you see exactly?
My husband.
He was dead.
I closed my eyes, and when I opened them...
he was gone.
I tried to leave the house, but I couldn't,
and then that's when I started to see them.
Spirits or something. I don't know.
Like I said, it's all... faded now.
It was just... a bad dream.
And what happened when you woke up?
Well, we tried to move on, you know?
But I couldn't shake the bad feeling.
So we put the house up for sale.
Then, the market crashed.
So, finally, we just walked on the mortgage...
which is why we now rent and probably will forever.
Destroying our credit was worth it, though.
Anything to get away from that damn house.
Dean.
Check this out.
Look at this.
You recognize that?
Vaguely.
Looks like they broke the seal when they were redecorating.
What the hell are we hunting?
I got it ... I think.
A Soul Eater? The hell is that?
Undead creature that feeds on souls, hence the name.
They exist in a place between our world and another.
A Soul Eater moves into a house, and once it does,
it makes what the lore refers to as a Nest.
"A place that exists outside of time and space"
The Nest looks and feels like
whatever house the Soul Eater is in.
So, Mary didn't have a nightmare when she was in her coma.
Remember, she said that she was in her house
but it wasn't her house ... She was in The Nest.
The Soul Eaters aren't really here or there,
but apparently they can muster enough strength
t-to yank their vics' souls
out of this world and into their Nest.
And then, as soon as the vic's in The Nest,
t-they're outside of our space and time.
Okay, well, what about Mary, uh, seeing
her dead husband and her son?
Apparently, The Nest messes with their victim's head,
shows them things they love, parts of their soul in distress.
It keeps the victim's soul vulnerable.
So, what happens to the meat suits in the real world?
They wither and die in the real world.
Which explains Mary and her son's failing vitals.
And the Soul Eater...
closes up The Nest and moves on to the next house.
What happens to the remains of the souls in The Nest?
Well, they wither, too,
but they stay with the Soul Eater,
keeping it fed in lean times,
sort of like a cud.
Ew.
Well, that sounds perfectly awful.
We got to kill this bastard
before the Hendersons' bodies wither and die.
According to the lore, they can't be killed.
But I'm pretty sure they can be trapped.
I think I've faced one of these Soul Eaters before.
You serious?
It was a case down in Goodlettsville, Tennessee.
Bobby got a call from another hunter,
a guy named Harvey.
Uh, he was hunting a case.
House was rumored to be chock-full of poltergeists.
But he couldn't find the bones to burn,
so he calls Bobby for backup.
Bobby hightails it down there.
He goes into the house, buckshots, guns blazing.
No, no, no, no, no!
Do not tell me how you tell it.
Tell me how it really happened.
I stepped one foot inside that house
and filled my drawers.
You could feel the badness, Rufus.
I found Harv on the floor, in a coma.
I tried to help,
but it looked like he'd been there for days.
And then, I heard footsteps.
I was trapped.
But I had this old Celtic sigil.
Sort of a...
"break glass in case of emergency" sort of thing.
Supposed to trap monsters, but to be honest,
the damn thing never worked before.
But it was all I had, so I started.
And this house is bad juju?
It just got a hell of a lot worse.
Then, I finished the sigil, and once I did,
the house went back to normal.
And, um...
Harv?
He never did wake up.
Yeah, well...
oldest rule, Bobby.
Oldest rule.
So, uh, you actually trapped a Soul Eater?
Bobby and Rufus put up their sigil
and trapped the Soul Eater in its Nest.
Right.
Yeah, and it stayed there until Naoki accidentally broke
the sigil's seal when she redecorated.
Right, which set the Soul Eater free.
Okay, but if their sigil only trapped it,
then how did Mary and her son's souls get
out of The Nest?
Maybe the trap forced their souls out?
I don't know.
You know, there's got to be more to this.
You know, it's too bad Bobby and Rufus aren't around to see stuff.
They'd have been great Men of Letters.
Grumpy, old Men of Letters, but, yeah.
Wait a second.
Check this out.
Looks like the Men of Letters found a way
to kill Soul Eaters.
Awesome. How?
Well, looks like it's another sigil ...
more complicated, uh, made from blood.
You cut your hand, and you paint this bad boy
inside the house while the same thing is painted...
inside The Nest.
Which means one of us has to go in there?
- Yeah. - Not it.
Uh, dude...
We are never settling anything
with that stupid game again ... ever.
All right. I'll paint here, so...
you...
paint yours here.
Now, your sigil sets the table.
Mine actually kills it.
All right. You got your blood?
Right here.
- All right, let's do this. - Yeah.
If memory serves, things are about to get hairy.
You want to hold my hand?
Keep painting, Picasso.
Come get me, you son of a bitch.
Stay away from me, you son of a bitch.
Unh!
- Aah! - Aah!
Sam?
Okay.
Rufus?
Oh, God.
Are you real?
Will Henderson?
Yes, sir.
Am I in trouble?
No, no, no, son, not at all.
My name is Bobby Singer.
And I'm ... I'm here to...
Well, I'm ... I'm stuck here, too.
But, uh, I'm gonna take care of you, okay?
Have you seen your mother?
No.
H-Have you seen anyone... strange?
You mean the sad people?
The who?
They're right behind you.
They look sick. You don't see them?
No.
But, uh, we're gonna get out of here.
My friend is gonna help us.
Bobby?
Bobby? Bobby?
Bobby?
Oldest damn rule, Bobby. Oldest rule.
I'm sorry.
All right, I got you.
Stay with me. There we go.
I'm getting too old for this.
What are you doing?
It's Kat, right?
It's nice to meet you, Kat.
Not supposed to talk to strangers.
And that ... that is a solid rule.
My name is Dean Winchester.
See? Now I'm not a stranger.
I'm here to get you out of this place.
Have you seen your mom?
I can't see her.
It's too crowded in here now.
I-I don't see anybody.
You'll see them soon.
How about we get you out of here instead?
Your mom is around here somewhere.
We'll look for her and stick together, okay?
Mommy!
No, wait. I said "stick together"
What the?
Bobby?
Whoa!
Shoot me, you kill your friend.
Rock salt ... Bobby can handle it.
Now, now.
No need to hurt anyone.
Just come along with me ...
into The Nest.
Why?
So you can show me a bunch of messed-up stuff in there
while my fabulous body rots out here?
I don't think I want to take that ride.
It's pretty.
Thanks.
I don't like it here.
Yeah, me, neither.
And my brother...
he's making a painting just like this one.
And when he's done...
we're out of here, okay?
Come on, Sam, the table is set. Let's do this.
There's more of them now.
Dean?
I can't let you finish that finger painting, boy.
Just come with me into The Nest.
I can keep you safe from The Darkness.
Dean, listen to me. I know you're in there.
Fight this!
Rufus...
I can't let you trap me.
Ooh.
Then, we got a problem then, don't we?
Dean, stop this!
Your brother wants to go to The Darkness.
He needs to go, but I can keep you safe ...
both of you ... forever.
Yeah, that can't be good.
They're leaving.
Bobby? Bobby?
You okay?
What the hell just happened?
Hey, hey. Dean, Dean?
Are you good? Are you good?
All right, I got you.
Well?
Well, everybody's awake...
and happy.
So, what happened?
It was a trap spell. We should be trapped, too.
It was a Baku, Bobby.
I killed it while you slept.
That'll be one bottle of Johnnie, please.
It wasn't a damn ...
The trap sigil pushed your souls out.
Case closed. You're welcome.
Uh, I don't like it.
Who gives a damn what you like?
Take the win.
Yeah, yeah.
You okay, Bobby?
I'm fine.
Ehh. You saw something ...
in The Nest, didn't you?
What'd you see, Bobby?
My boys.
Both of them.
Both of them dead.
And then, I saw...
Well, I don't know what the hell I saw.
Yeah, well...
forget the oldest rule, Bobby.
Are you gettin' soft on me, Rufus?
Yeah, soft this.
Idjit.
No, no, I'm okay. I can't wait to go home.
Yeah, I still don't understand
what the hell just happened.
All you need to know is that your house is safe now.
Your kitchen may need a remodel, though.
Mm, that's okay. I think we're selling.
Fair enough.
All right, take care of yourself.
Thank you ... for everything.
Dean. You boys okay?
Yeah, We're fine, Bobby. Where the hell have you been?
- I've left three messages. - Well, I was ...
Look, I got a possible lead on Lilith in Maine,
but we're on a case in Reno.
I texted you the address.
So, if you're done sitting on your ass...
And here's another classic
as our Flashback Lunch continues.
Idjits.
Okay.
You know, Bobby's journal never mentioned him going into The Nest.
It didn't say anything actually.
You think it was really him or...
I don't know.
Maybe it's like ... like you said before,
that Bobby and Rufus' trap sigil forced their souls
out of The Nest back then and that the Soul Eater was
just making me see things.
However...
if Bobby did go into The Nest back then ...
And you said that The Nest exists
outside of space and time ... then...
Well, theoretically, couldn't he and I have been there
at the same time? Right?
My head hurts.
Well, let's get drunk and not think about this ever again.
First, we got to stop in Tennessee, though ...
Bobby's old Soul Eater case.
He wouldn't want any unfinished business on the books, you know?
Fine.
But this time, you're going in The Nest.
Hey, you said the Soul Eater made you see "things," plural.
So, what else did you see?
I saw you dead on the floor.
What?
Uh...
how messed up are our lives that you seeing
a vision of dead me is actually kind of comforting?
Yeah.
And here's the last classic of the day.
Let's take it on the road with the Allman brothers.
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