- Any sign of it? - Nothing.
Sure this is Bela's room?
I'd say so.
Dean? Sweetie, are you there?
Where are you?
- Two states away by now. Where?
Where's our usual quippy banter? I miss it.
I want it back, Bela. Now.
The little pistol, you mean? Sorry. I can't at the moment.
You understand how many people are gonna die if you do this?
What exactly is it that you think I plan to do with it?
Take the only weapon we have against demons and sell it to the highest bidder?
You know nothing about me.
I know I'm gonna stop you.
Tough words for a guy who can't even find me.
Oh, I'll find you sweetheart.
You know why? Because I have absolutely nothing better to do...
...than to track you down.
That's where you're wrong.
You're about to be quite occupied.
Did you really think I wouldn't take precautions?
- Hands in the air! Down on your knees.
- Bitch. - On the ground. Now.
Do it.
- Go! Unh!
Sam and Dean Winchester, you have the right to remain silent.
Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law.
You have the right to an attorney...
...and have an attorney present during any questioning.
If you cannot afford a lawyer, one will be appointed for you at government expense.
Hi, guys.
It's been a while.
So did you get them?
I asked for all your men.
And you got them. They went with you on the raid.
Four men. That's all.
Everyone I could drum up with an hour's notice.
We're a small town, Agent Henriksen.
- What's he in for? - Drunk and disorderly.
Keys.
Now.
What the hell are you doing?
This way.
Agent Henriksen, you can't just release my prisoners.
Agent Henriksen?
- Look, I get it. You're Mayberry P.D. - Excuse me?
This isn't how I would do it if I had my choice.
But a tip's a tip and we had to move fast.
Look, agent. This ain't my first rodeo.
You've never been to a rodeo like this before.
You have any idea who we're about to bring in here?
Yeah, a couple of fugitives.
The most dangerous criminals you've laid eyeballs on.
Think Hannibal Lecter and his half-wit brother.
Do you know what these guys do for kicks? Dig up graves and mutilate corpses.
They're not just killers, they're Satan-worshipping killers.
So work with me here.
I'll get them out of your hair and on to Supermax...
...and you'll be home in enough time to watch the Farm Report.
However we can help.
Those men of yours.
Post them at the exits.
Yes, sir.
- Reidy. Yeah, Vic?
Bring them in.
Guess we're as ready as we're gonna be.
Got it. On our way in.
Why all the sourpusses?
I'll show you to the cells.
Hey, hey. Watch the merchandise.
We're not the ones you should be scared of, Nancy.
Unh! - Dean, come on.
All right, all right. Sit?
Yeah.
How are we gonna Houdini out of this one?
Good question.
It's me. Is Steven in?
Well, get him out of the meeting.
- Groves. I got them.
Well, I'll be damned.
I was betting on your headstone reading, "Couldn't catch the Winchester boys. "
- Well, they'll be at Supermax by morning. - How?
Armored bus loaded with men.
A bus. What, are you trying to give me an ulcer?
- Look, we're taking every precaution. - Like the last time?
And the time before that? Screw that, I'm sending a chopper.
Whatever you think is best.
Damn right, and I'll be on it.
Can't take you losing those boys again.
They have been a primary thorn in my ass for months.
- So, Victor? - Yeah?
Glue your eyeballs to them till I get there.
- There's a chopper on its way. - But we don't have a helicopter pad.
Then clear the damn parking lot.
You know what I'm trying to decide?
I don't know, whether Cialis will help you with your little condition?
What to have for dinner tonight.
Steak or lobster?
What the hell. Surf and turf.
I got a lot to celebrate. I mean, after all, seeing you two in chains?
You kinky son of a bitch. We don't swing that way.
Now, that's funny.
I wouldn't bust out the melted butter just yet.
Couldn't catch us at the bank.
Couldn't keep us in that jail.
You're right. Screwed up.
I underestimated you. I didn't count on you being that smart.
But now I'm ready.
- Ready to lose us again? - Ready like a court order...
...to keep you in a super-maximum prison in Nevada till trial.
Ready like isolation in a soundproof, windowless cell so small...
...that between you and me, probably unconstitutional.
How's that for ready?
Take a good look at Sam.
You two will never see each other again.
Aw. Where's that smug smile, Dean?
I wanna see it.
- You got the wrong guys. - Oh, yeah. I forgot.
You fight monsters.
Sorry, Dean. Truth is your daddy brainwashed you with all that devil talk...
...and no doubt touched you in a bad place.
- That's all. That's reality. - Why don't you shut your mouth?
But guess what? Life sucks, get a helmet.
Because everybody's got a sob story.
But not everybody becomes a killer.
And now I have two less...
...to worry about.
Mm.
It's surf-and-turf time.
Steven.
Gentlemen.
- What's all this? What can I say?
The FBI didn't invent bureaucracy, we perfected it.
- You want me to do all this now? - Sorry. Now, Victor.
I'm gonna go take a good long gander at our fugitives.
Sam and Dean Winchester.
I'm Deputy Director Steven Groves.
This is a pleasure.
Glad one of us feels that way.
I've been waiting a long time for you two to come out of the woodwork.
Sorry, I've gotta cut this short. It's gonna be a long night, fellas.
What the hell was that?
- Put the gun down. Wait.
He shot him. - I didn't shoot him. I didn't shoot anyone.
He shot me. - Get on your knees now.
Okay, okay. Okay, don't shoot, please. Look, here. Here.
Okay. Okay.
We didn't shoot him. Check the body. There's no blood. We did not kill him.
Go ahead. Check him.
- Vic, there's no bullet wound. - He's probably been dead for months.
- What did you do? - We didn't do anything.
- Talk or I shoot. - You won't believe us.
He was possessed.
Possessed. Right. Fire up the chopper, we're taking them out.
Yeah, do that.
Bill.
Bill, you there?
They're dead. I think they're all dead.
What the hell was that? Reidy?
Reidy?
What is going on out there?
Reidy, what the hell was that? Come in.
Talk to me.
Come in.
Talk to me, Reidy.
- Hello? My men. Agent Henriksen?
- What's happening? - I can't get a line. The phones are out.
Henriksen! Four of my men.
The Internet, I... My cell. It's all dead. How can it all be dead?
Oh, that can't be good.
- Oh, my God. - No, no. It's okay. It's okay.
We're gonna go. We're gonna go right now.
- Let's go. - Nobody's going.
- Everybody calm down. - Your partner is out there. My men are...
I know. We go out there, we're asking to die too.
- Don't you get it? - What?
They're out there and they're coming in here. This is a siege.
So this might be a good time for you to lock the doors and the windows...
...take a breath, and deal with this like professionals...
...with some sense in their heads.
You okay?
I wouldn't think so.
Nancy, right?
I'm gonna get you through this, you got my word. You got that?
All right, don't be such a wuss.
What's the plan?
Kill everyone in the station and bust you two out?
- What are you talking about? - About your psycho friends, a bloodbath.
Okay, I promise you:
- Whoever's out there is not helping us. - Look, you gotta believe us.
- Everyone here is in terrible danger. - You think?
Why don't you let us out so we can save you?
From what?
You gonna say "demons"? Don't you dare say "demons. "
Let me tell you something. You should be a lot more scared of me.
How's the shoulder?
It's awesome.
I'll live.
You know, if we get out of here alive.
So you got a plan?
Hey.
Hey. Hey, uh...
Please. Please, we need your help.
It's Nancy? Nancy, right?
Nancy, my brother's been shot.
He's bleeding really bad.
Do you think you could get us a towel?
Please, just one clean towel?
Look. Look at us. We're not the bad guys. I swear.
Nice try.
Thank you.
It's okay.
Thank you.
Thanks.
AMICl: Let her go! Let her go!
Whoa, whoa, whoa! - Okay.
Freak.
You okay, Nance?
Try something again, get shot.
- And not in the arm. Okay.
What the hell was that?
We're like sitting ducks in here.
Yeah, I know.
Would it kill these cops to bring us a snack?
- How many you figure are out there? - I don't know.
However many, they could be possessing anyone. Anyone could just walk in.
It's kind of wild, right?
It means, like, they're coming right for us.
Never done that before.
It's like we got a contract on us.
You think it's because we're so awesome?
I think it's because we're so awesome.
Well, howdy there, sheriff. Aah.
- Uh, sheriff? - It's time to go, boys.
Uh, you know what?
We're just comfy right here, but thank you.
What do you think you're doing?
I'm not gonna sit here and wait to die. We're gonna run for it.
- It's safer here. - There's a SWAT facility in Boulder.
- We're not going anywhere. - The hell we're not.
Stay back.
- Sam, hurry up. - It's too late.
I already called them. They're already coming.
Is he...? Is he dead?
Henriksen. Hey.
Is that you in there?
I, uh...
I shot the sheriff.
But you didn't shoot the deputy.
Five minutes ago I was fine and then...
Let me guess. Some nasty black smoke...
...jammed itself down your throat?
You were possessed.
Possessed, like possessed.
That's what it feels like. Now you know.
I owe you the biggest I-told-you-so ever.
Officer Amici.
Keys.
All right.
So how do we survive?
That's nice. It's not gonna do much good.
We got an arsenal here.
You don't poke a bear with a BB gun. It's just gonna make him mad.
- What do you need? - Salt. Lots and lots of salt.
- Salt? - Is there an echo in here?
There's road salt in the storeroom.
Perfect. Perfect.
We need salt at every window and every door.
How you holding up, Nancy?
Okay.
When I was little, I would come home from church and talk about the devil.
My parents would tell me to stop being so literal.
I guess I showed them, huh?
That should hold.
- Thank you. - Sure.
Hey, where's my car?
- Impound lot out back. Okay.
Wait.
You're not going out there?
Yeah, I gotta get something out of my trunk.
They're coming!
Hurry!
- Everybody okay? - Define "okay. "
Right, everybody needs to put these on.
It'll keep you from being possessed.
Here you go.
What about you and Sam?
Smart.
How long have you had those?
Not long enough.
Hey, that's Jenna Rubner.
That's not Jenna anymore.
That's where all that black demon smoke went?
Looks like.
Shotgun shells full of salt.
- Whatever works. - Fighting off monsters with condiments.
So turns out demons are real.
FYI, ghosts are real too.
So are werewolves, vampires...
...changelings, evil clowns that eat people.
Okay, then.
If it makes you feel better, Bigfoot's a hoax.
It doesn't.
How many demons?
Total?
No clue. A lot.
You know what my job is?
You mean, besides locking up the good guys?
No, I have no idea.
My job is boring.
It's frustrating.
You work three years for one break...
...and then maybe you can save a few people. Maybe.
That's the payoff.
Been busting my ass for 15 years to nail a handful of guys...
...and all this while, there was something off in the corner so big.
So, yeah, sign me up for that big frosty mug of wasting my damn life.
You didn't know.
Well, now I do.
What's out there?
Can you guys beat it?
Can you win?
Honestly, I think the world's gonna end bloody.
But that doesn't mean we shouldn't fight.
We do have choices.
I choose to go down swinging.
Plus, you got nothing to go home to but your brother.
Yeah.
What about you, you rocking the white-picket fence?
Uh-uh. No. Empty apartment, string of angry ex-wives.
I'm right where you are.
Imagine that.
- How do we kill her? - We don't.
- She's a demon. - She's here to help us.
Are you kidding?
Are you gonna let me out?
And they say chivalry's dead.
Anyone have a breath mint? Some guts splattered in my mouth...
...while I was killing my way in here.
How many are out there?
Thirty at least. That's so far.
Oh, good. Thirty. Thirty hit men all gunning for us.
Who sent them?
You didn't tell Dean?
- Wow. I'm surprised. - Tell me what?
There's a big new up-and-comer. A real pied piper.
- Who is he? - Not he.
Her.
- Her name is Lilith. - Lilith?
And she really, really wants Sam's intestines on a stick.
Guess she sees him as competition.
You knew about this?
Well, jeez, Sam. Is there anything else I should know?
How about the two of you talk about this later?
We'll need the Colt.
Where's the Colt?
- It got stolen. - I'm sorry, I must have blood in my ear.
I heard you say you were stupid enough...
...to let the Colt get grabbed out of your thick, clumsy, idiotic hands.
Fantastic.
This is just peachy.
- Ruby... Shut up.
Fine.
Since I don't see that there's any other option...
...there's one other way I know how to get you out of here alive.
- What's that? - I know a spell.
It'll vaporize every demon...
...in a one-mile radius.
Myself included.
So you let the Colt out of your sight and now I have to die.
So next time, be more careful.
How's that for a dying wish?
Okay. What do we need to do?
Aw. You can't do anything.
This spell is very specific.
It calls for a person of virtue.
- I got virtue. - Ha, ha.
Nice try. You're not a virgin.
Nobody's a virgin.
No. No way.
- You're kidding me. You're... - What? It's a choice, okay?
What, so you...? You never...?
Not even once? I mean, not even...?
Wow.
So the spell.
What can I do?
You can hold still...
...while I cut your heart from your chest. - What?
- What, are you crazy? - I'm offering a solution.
You're offering to kill somebody.
What do you think's gonna happen when the demons get in?
- We're gonna protect her. - Very noble.
- Excuse me? You're all gonna die.
- This is the only way. - Yeah, there's no way...
...that you're gonna prove... - Everybody please shut up.
All the people out there...
...will it save them?
It'll blow the demons out of their bodies.
So if their bodies are okay, yeah.
- I'll do it. - No. No. You don't need to do this.
All my friends are out there.
We don't sacrifice people. We do that, we're no better than them.
We don't have a choice.
- Well, your choice is not a choice. - Sam.
You know I'm right.
Sam?
What the hell is going on? Sam, tell her.
It's my decision.
- Damn straight, cherry pie. - Stop.
Stop.
Nobody kill any virgins.
Sam, I need to talk to you.
Please tell me you're not considering this.
Talking about cutting out her heart.
We're also talking about 30 people out there, Dean.
Innocent people...
...who are all gonna die, along with everyone in here.
It doesn't mean that we throw away the rule book and stop acting like humans.
I'm not gonna let that demon kill some nice, sweet, innocent girl...
...who hasn't even been laid.
If that's how you win wars, I don't wanna win.
Then what? What do we do, Dean?
I got a plan.
I'm not saying it's a good one, not saying that it'll work...
...but it sure beats killing a virgin.
Okay, so, what's the plan?
Open the doors. Let them all in.
And we fight.
Get the equipment to work? Yeah.
- So? - So this is insane.
You win understatement of the year.
- I get it. You think... - I don't think. I know.
It's not gonna work.
So long, boys.
- So you're just gonna leave? - Hey.
I was gonna kill myself to help you win.
I'm not gonna stand here and watch you lose.
And I'm disappointed.
Because I tried.
I really did.
But clearly, I bet on the wrong horse.
Do you mind letting me out?
I'm leaving.
Who wants to stop me?
All set?
- Yeah. Ready.
Let's do this.
I hope this works.
Go, go, go!
When this is over, I'm gonna have so much sex.
But not with you.
We better move.
Henriksen, now!
I better call in.
Hell of a story I won't be telling.
So, what are you gonna tell them?
The least ridiculous lie I can come up with in the next five minutes.
Good luck with that. Not to pressure you or anything...
...what're you planning to do about us? - I'm gonna kill you.
Sam and Dean Winchester were in the chopper when it caught on fire.
Nothing's left. Can't even identify them with dental records.
Rest in peace, guys.
Now get out of here.
Yeah.
Oh, hey, there.
Excuse me, I'm looking for two boys. They're brothers.
One's really tall and one's really cute?
What's your name, sweetie?
Lilith.
Turn on the news.
The community is reeling from the tragedy that happened just a few hours ago.
Authorities believe a gas main ruptured, causing the massive explosion...
...that ripped apart the police station and claimed the lives of everyone inside.
Among the deceased, at least six police officers and staff...
...including Sheriff Melvin Dodd, Deputy Phil Amici...
...secretary Nancy Fitzgerald...
...as well as three FBI agents identified as Steven Groves...
...Calvin Reidy and Victor Henriksen.
Two fugitives in custody were also killed.
We'll continue to follow the story here at the scene, but for now, back to you, Jim.
- Must've happened right after we left. - Considering the size of the blast...
...smart money's on Lilith.
- What's in these? - Something that'll protect you.
Throw Lilith off your trail. For the time being, at least.
- Thanks. Don't thank me.
Lilith killed everyone.
She slaughtered your precious little virgin plus a half a dozen other people.
So after your big speech about humanity and war...
...turns out your plan was the one with the body count.
Do you know how to fight a battle?
You strike fast and you don't leave any survivors...
...so no one can go running to tell the boss.
So next time, we go with my plan.