You have no one at all, right?
My husband. He died in Afghanistan eight months ago.
Cass. Hello, Dean.
Getting me out of Purgatory wasn't your responsibility.
I pulled away. I needed to do penance.
For the things I did on earth and in heaven.
How...the hell did you make it out?
My name is Naomi. We rescued you.
Consider these chats your repayment.
You will report in to me regularly,
and you will never remember having done so.
Gary?
Olivia.
After last time, I-I didn't think that you would come.
I wasn't going to, but...
I'm glad you did.
So am I.
Do you hear that?
What?
The thumping noise? Is -- is that you?
You can hear that?
Gary!
Ohh! Gary!
Gary, what is it?! What --
Ohh!
Gary! Gary!
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Right, yeah.
No, just, uh -- just call us whenever you find something.
Yeah.
Yeah, course.
Right. No, I-I, uh...
Yeah, hey, you know what? Uh, Dean's here.
He really wants to talk to you.
Ms. Tran, yeah, hi, uh...
Tunnel.
What's going on in Tran-land?
Well, uh, Garth finally got them to his houseboat,
but Kevin's having a lot of trouble
reading their half of the tablet.
So far, bits and pieces. Nothing about boarding up hell.
Garth has a safe-houseboat?
Dude, I don't even ask questions anymore.
What's the word, Cass?
It's a shortened version of my name.
Yes, it is.
I meant what's the word on the Word?
Any, uh, tablet chatter on angel radio?
Oh, I couldn't say. I turned that off.
You can do that? Yeah, it's a simple matter
of blocking out certain subsonic frequencies.
I could draw you a diagram if you want.
No, that's -- we're good. Why'd you flip the switch?
Because it's a direct link to heaven.
And I don't want anything to do with that place --
not anymore.
So what now?
Move to Vermont, open up a charming B&B?
No.
I still want -- I still need to help people.
So...I'm gonna become a hunter.
Really?
Yeah. I could be your third wheel.
You know that's not a good thing, right?
Of course it is. A third wheel adds extra grip, greater stability.
I even found a case.
Oklahoma City -- a man's heart jumped 10 feet out of his chest.
It sounds like our kind of thing, right?
He's got a point. Excellent.
I'll see you there.
Wait, Cass, Cass.
If you want to play cowboys and bloodsuckers, that's fine.
But you're gonna stick with us, okay?
None of this zapping around crap. Capiche?
Yeah, I capiche.
All right, then.
Can I, uh, at least ride in the front seat?
No. No.
Coroner said his heart was ejected from his body.
Got some air, too. Found it in a sandbox.
Any idea what happened, Detective?
A lot of people are thinking drugs, Agent Nash --
an assload of drugs.
There are no narcotics in that man's system.
His molecules are all wrong.
But you don't think that, huh?
Never seen an eightball do that.
Wow. And who called this in?
Friend of his named Olivia Kopple.
She saw the whole thing.
Oh.
Ah, crap. I have -- I have to take this.
Here's everything we got. Knock yourself out.
- Thanks. - Listen, you see anything weird,
anything out of the box, you just call me.
Whatever you say, Scully.
Detective Glass.
On my way.
I can't sense any EMF or sulfur.
Mr. Frieling's arterial health is, uh, excellent.
Mm.
He did recently suffer from a...
...mild, uh...
What is that?
...bladder infection.
Cass, stop smelling the dead guy.
Why? Now I know everything about this man. So we can --
Do you know he was having an affair?
What?
Strike one, Sherlock.
According to Olivia,
they would meet at the park every Thursday at 12:45,
walk to the Moonlight diner,
where she always ordered a caesar salad,
dressing on the side.
They would chat about everything,
and she'd be back on the road by 1:30.
You don't think she's telling the truth.
Too much detail. Sounds rehearsed.
Plus, we drove past the Moonlight diner
on the way into town.
It's attached to the Moonlight motel.
Okay, well, let's say that, uh, Gary here's on the prowl,
but he's playing it safe because...
...dude's married.
Doesn't want anyone to see his ride
parked out in front of a by-the-hour fleabag.
So he stashes his car at the park across the street,
meets Olivia there.
His wife probably found out about it,
and it broke her heart. So she breaks his.
Sounds witchy.
Yes, it does.
Guy was living a lie,
and it came back to bite him in the ticker.
But nice job on the bladder infection.
He said he'd be here by 5:00.
Uh, just deep breath.
It's gonna be okay. I know.
It's just this house, you --
he's gonna think we're moving too fast.
Are we moving too fast?
We're making up for lost time.
Don't talk politics.
Don't say anything bad about the Cowboys.
And whatever you do, don't --
do not use the words "moist" or "irregardless."
There goes my opener.
Hi, Dad!
Ohh, munchkin!
Okay, embarrassing.
That is my job, kiddo. So, who's this handsome fella?
Yeah, he's a good boy!
How you doing there? You're beautiful.
That good boy belongs to this good boy.
Stan Thompson, this is Sam Winchester.
Hi. I heard a lot about you.
Not all bad, I hope.
So, this is a nice place. Lawn could use a mow.
Sam found it.
I've been so busy lately.
He's had to move us in by himself, pretty much.
Huh. Job almost well done.
Do you want a drink, Dad? We have beer, iced tea --
Anything cold will be fantastic. Thank you, sweetheart.
Okay.
Mr. Thompson, um, I just -- I know this must be weird.
Uh, you haven't seen Amelia in months,
and now she's living with a guy you've never met.
Ame said you went to Stanford.
I did.
It's a good school. It is.
So what do you do now?
I work at a motel in town.
Ah. Balancing the books?
Uh, no. Maintenance mostly.
Ah.
Well, that makes sense.
'Cause I got to say, Sam,
you look like a real fixer-upper to me.
I-I don't understand.
Gary had a heart attack.
Why would the FBI --
The parks are government property.
We just got a few questions for you.
I'll, uh... I'll handle this.
I've done research. I can crack her.
Now, Ms. Frieling,
I don't want to bother you. I-I really don't.
But I-I do have just one question for you.
Why did you kill your husband?!
Agent Stills. A word, please.
What? I was being bad cop.
No, you were being bad everything.
Please, forgive my partner.
He's, uh -- he's going through some stuff.
Listen to Sam.
What he was trying to ask -- is -- is there any way
Gary might have had secrets -- something he was hiding?
Hiding? Like what?
Deb?
Olivia. Hey.
Are you okay?
As in mistress Olivia?
This is awkward.
I'm sorry. W-what did you think Gary was hiding?
That he was sleeping with her.
I know.
You know?
Gary and I -- we...
had an arrangement.
He was seeing Olivia,
and I was spending some time with our neighbor P.J.
I'll, uh -- I'll put this in the kitchen. I'll help.
Yeah. Okay.
Frigging suburbs, man.
So she's not a witch.
Just the best wife ever.
Then what killed her husband? Who gives a...
It's a miracle!
God wants me to live!
Looks like suicide.
It was. Guy left a note.
He invested everything in Roman Industries
and lost it all when they crashed and burned last year.
So why call us?
Because I have two witnesses who swear
that Madoff here floated in midair for a good 10 seconds,
then he looked down, and splat.
Not sure I buy that, but the way they're talking,
it sounds like something straight out of a --
Cartoon.
Hey, Detective.
You said you wanted weird. Thanks.
Yeah, what do you got? She's right, you know.
I mean, the whole heart jumping out of the guy's chest,
the -- the -- the delayed fall --
that's straight-up Bugs Bunny.
So we're looking for some sort of insect-rabbit hybrid?
How do we kill it?
No, we don't, Cass.
That's a character, like, uh --
like Woody Woodpecker or Daffy Duck.
They're little animated movies.
You know, uh, the coyote chases a roadrunner,
and then the -- the anvil gets dropped on his head.
Is it supposed to be funny?
No.
It's hilarious.
Stay tuned, kids! We'll be right back!
I understand.
The bird represents God.
And coyote is man, endlessly chasing the divine,
yet never able to catch him. It's...
It's hilarious.
I got no idea what we're hunting.
Maybe it's a Tulpa.
Maybe it's some -- some crazy God
who watched too much "Robot Chicken."
I-I -- I mean, is there a link
between "Heartbreak Hotel" and "Free Fallin'"?
Not that I can find.
All right, well, I'm gonna call it.
Cass, you gonna book a room or what?
No, I'll stay here.
Oh, okay. Yeah.
We'll have a slumber party and braid Sam's hair.
- Where are you gonna sleep? - I don't sleep.
Okay, well, I need my four hours, so...
I'll watch over you.
That's not gonna happen.
Something's coming across the police band.
Wait, you can hear that?
It's all waves.
A bank has been robbed. It sounds loony.
Define "loony."
That's loony, all right.
Agents. I was just about to give you a ring.
Got to ask -- do you boys chase the crazy,
or does the crazy chase you?
Depends on the day.
Who's the pancake? Security guard.
He called in reporting a robbery,
but by the time we got here -- A robbery?
Looks like the black hole
was trying to jimmy open a safe-deposit box
when Mr. Rent-A-Cop found him.
And, well, you know how that story ends.
Black hole?
It's our name for a burglar that's been running us ragged.
He's a pro -- no fingerprints,
never any sign of forced entry --
just a pair of those every time, like he's signing his work.
Perp's never done anything like this before, though...obviously.
You mind if I take a look at your files
on those other break-ins?
No skin off my nose.
I'm headed to the station now if you want a ride.
Perfect.
Hey. Can you lift this?
"X" marks the spot.
Well, whoever's doing this is playing by cartoon rules.
- Animation doesn't have rules. - Sure it does.
In Toontown, a pretty girl
can make your heart leap out of your chest,
anvils fall from the sky,
and if you draw a door or a black hole on the wall,
you can stroll right through it.
So this is how the thief got in.
And out. And cracked the vault.
Then why isn't it working now?
I got no clue.
Your father...
Beautiful handwriting.
How you feeling, Cass?
I'm fine.
Well, I just -- I-I know that when...
I got puked out of Purgatory,
it took me a few weeks to... Find my sea legs.
I'm fine.
Don't get me wrong. I'm happy you're back.
I'm freaking thrilled.
It's just this whole mysterious-resurrection thing --
it always has one mother of a downside.
So, what do you want me to do?
Maybe take a trip upstairs.
To heaven?
Yeah, poke around,
see if the God squad can't tell us how you got out.
No.
Look, man, I-I hate those flying-ass monkeys
just as much as you do, but --
Dean! I said no!
Talk to me.
Dean, I...
When I was...bad...and I had all those things --
the...the leviathans... writhing inside me...
I caused a lot of suffering on Earth,
but I devastated heaven.
I vaporized thousands of my own kind,
and I-I-I can't go back.
'Cause if you do, the angels will kill you.
Because if I see what heaven's become -- what I...
...what I made of it... I'm afraid I might kill myself.
Hey. Got something.
Good. Excellent. What?
So this black-hole guy -- before he tried the bank,
he robbed a house across from the park
where Gary blew a gasket.
So, uh, you think the house heist
and Gary's corpse are connected?
According to the file, they happened at pretty
much the exact same time.
Here. Check this out. Okay.
Here's the house, and Gary died across the street here.
And that building from this morning -- right there.
The black hole hit that, too. Let me guess --
where, uh, what's his name took a swan dive.
All right. I'll bite. What about the others?
Well, those are the places that stuff got stolen.
But nobody got dead.
Take away the graffiti,
and these all look like just normal smash-and-grabs.
But I made a few phone calls, talked to some people
who are nearby -- neighbors and whatnot --
and they reported a whole lot of crazy.
Like?
Like a jogger bumping his head
and sprouting a four-inch lump
or a kid walking into a wall and hearing birdies.
Basically, for 50 yards around each robbery,
people were living in a cartoon.
But it didn't last long --
I mean, 5, 10 minutes at each place.
About the length of time
it would take a thief to get in and out.
Exactly.
But whatever power he's using, it's -- it's not targeted.
I mean, it's -- it's kind of like an area of effect.
I mean, picture him in a bubble of weird,
and anything that touches it gets daffy.
So this animaniac can step through walls,
can toss an anvil?
Yeah, but he's warping reality to do it.
So if someone happens to be nearby
meeting the girl of his dreams...
His heart makes a break for it.
Okay, so smashing the, uh -- the rent-a-cop --
that -- that was on purpose, but the rest of them --
what, is that just collateral weird? Maybe.
So we're looking for a thief.
And the deposit box he was after.
Now, the house, the office -- every place he's hit
belonged to someone
living at the Sunset Fields retirement home.
So you think our guy's there.
Worth a shot.
All right. Well, let's gear up. It's wabbit season.
I don't think you pronounced that correctly.
Come on. It's not that bad. You can't tell me this joint
doesn't give you the heebs and/or jeebs.
Hello. Can I help you? Hi.
Yeah. Agent Crosby. FBI.
Sorry, I'm Dr. Dwight Mahoney.
I run Sunset Fields.
We need to question your residents.
Well...why? About what?
Grand larceny, mostly.
Of course. Um, by all means, ask away.
If there's anything I can do to help, let me know.
Appreciate it. Great.
All right, let's do this. No flirting, you two.
You are so pretty, Charles.
That's not my name.
Oh! You look so much like my third husband.
We're here to talk about the robbery, ma'am.
Robbery? Mm-hmm.
The one the police talked to you about a few days ago.
Someone broke into your old house
and stole a stack of bearer bonds
and, uh, some jewelry
that you stashed under your floorboards.
Oh, my diamonds, yes. I hid them there.
I'm sorry, Charles.
I didn't trust you.
You were quite the bounder.
Did you tell anyone where your valuables were, Mrs. Tate?
I don't think so.
But then I get a little fuzzy sometimes.
Have you noticed anything strange lately --
uh, cold spots, smells?
Well, there's the cat.
The cat?
He talks sometimes.
Really hates that mouse.
I'll interrogate the cat.
You all done here?
All right.
It's creepy, right?
A lot of these people --
they just tune out and live in their own heads.
It's like maybe the real world is too much for them,
and they just run and hide, you know?
Hmm.
Soup's on... and semi-edible.
You remembered.
Dad was in the army, so we moved around a lot when I was a kid.
Having spaghetti and hot dogs our first night in a new house
was sort of a tradition. All right. Got it.
Uh, my father was in the Marines.
Jarhead, huh?
That's right. Uh, 2nd battalion, First Marines, Echo company.
I always thought they were a little puffed up, myself.
But, hey. What do I know?
I'm just an old grunt.
You're my old grunt.
So, Ame tells me you never served.
No.
See, I find that hard to believe
'cause I got to say, Sam, you got the look.
The look?
The one a lot of guys get after they've been through the meat grinder --
the one that let's you know they've seen
a lot of crap they can't forget.
The second their feet hit solid ground,
they start running, and they don't stop --
not till they find something to hold on to.
You think that's what I'm doing here?
Just holding on?
I think the two of you are holding on to each other, yeah.
'Cause I know she's scared.
After what happened to Don, I don't blame her for taking off.
Needing to run away and hide -- I know why she did it.
The question is -- what are you running from, Sam?
Hey, what do you got?
Hey, um, nothing. Uh, no hex bags, no EMF. You?
Nada.
Half the folks I talked to don't even remember being robbed.
Dean, um...
You remember a guy named Fred Jones?
I think he was a contact of dad's,
lived outside of Salt Lake.
Yeah, that guy gave me my first beer.
I don't even think I was double digits.
Right, yeah. Me, too. Um, he was psychic, right?
Psychokinetic. Why?
'Cause he's in room 114.
Cass. Let's go.
I've almost cracked him.
Now.
Hey. I'm not through with you.
Dumbass.
Mr. Jones?
Hey, it's, uh, Sam Winchester.
Fred?
My nerves! Get me a doctor!
Fred! Hey!
So, you really think this one man
is causing all of these... Shenanigans?
Well, if he is,
he'd be surrounded by a circle of crazy, right?
Hang on.
Bingo.
But how?
Fred's got juice.
I mean, an average psychokinetic can move things with his mind,
but a guy like Fred -- you get him worked up,
he can reshape reality.
All right, so where's his "off" switch? I don't know.
I'm not even certain if he knows we're here.
Do we...kill him?
Excuse me, Agents.
Did he just threaten to murder one of my patients?
Real freaking smooth.
Well, we don't have to leave him.
I could teleport him.
Fred's radioactive, Cass.
Zap him -- no telling what will happen.
Me and Sam will circle back tonight,
get Fred nice and clean.
You go invisible girl and keep an eye on him. You hear me?
Good.
Happy Birthday, Sheila.
Ha. Good.
Get ready. Big breath.
Oh, ready.
I'm just gonna wipe this off your face, okay?
I'm just gonna put this on.
Oh. You got my message. Good.
What the hell happened?
There was a pastry mishap.
Okay, and?
And the frosting reached near-supersonic speeds.
I thought --
Hey. Fred's gone. Hey.
What? Oh, fan-freaking-tastic.
Way to take your eye off the ball.
You're not supposed to be here.
Well, trust me, sweetheart, you got bigger fish.
Charles, she's wearing my diamonds.
Wait.
What? What's wrong?
This is Mrs. Tate's bracelet.
Where did you get it?
Answer the question.
My boyfriend gave it to me.
Hey. Bearer bonds.
Maybe these belonged to Sheila Tate.
So this man is our thief.
Yeah. Dean.
Cass.
Stay still.
Move your hands.
How did you...
Guy eats his Wheaties. Sam, come on. What did you...
Get up. Come on. Sit down.
Wait a second! What did you just do to me?!
Hey, hey, hey! Listen to me. Where is Fred Jones?
I -- he -- he took him.
Who?!
Dr. Mahoney. That guy's evil, man, okay?
- He's using Mr. Jones. - How?
Look, all Fred does is watch cartoons, but he is magic, okay?
A few weeks ago, I-I slammed my foot in his door.
I smashed it flat -- and I mean flat.
And then when I shook the thing, it popped back up,
like something out of a cartoon or whatever.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, we know.
So I told Dr. Mahoney, and then he started doing experiments.
Just -- we just wanted to see what he could do.
What about the robberies?
Oh, Mahoney's been skimming off Sunset Fields for years.
A lot of those folks -- they got stuff stashed away,
like, off the books.
So Mahoney would track down the loot,
and then we would take Fred for a drive.
Right, and use his bubble of weird to rip people off.
How did you end up gut-shot?
Mahoney -- after -- after he anviled that guard,
he started freaking out, and then you showed up,
and then the cake blew in the day room, and then he lost it.
What does that mean, "he lost it"?
I mean he's on his way back to the bank right now
for one last score.
Doc's blowing town.
I mean, he said that Fred was a loose end.
He was gonna kill him.
And then I like Fred,
so I said that if he hurt the guy, I'd go to the cops.
And I didn't know that he had a gun.
Okay.
Do you think Mr. Jones knows what's happening?
I don't know.
Seems to me like the dude's living in a dream world.
Look, I am trying to help.
Boy, I'll tell you, if don could see you...
Don't. Just don't.
You can't -- you need to come home.
Is that why you're here -- to drag me back?
This is my life.
This -- it won't last.
You are living in a dream world.
I like it here. I like this house.
I like Sam.
Sam is a mess.
I'm a mess.
But when I'm with Sam, I'm happy, Dad.
And I haven't been happy in a really long time.
So please, just... let us be messes together.
Give us a chance.
I'll dry.
Is that your car outside -- the Impala?
Yeah, it was my dad's.
Guy had good taste...
...for a jarhead.
All right. Jones has got to be close.
I'll hit the bank. You see if you can find him.
Awesome.
Can you feel that, Sam?
The power.
Calamity Jane for you!
Fred, hey. Fred, hey, buddy.
Hey. Hey, Fred? Listen to me.
Can you hear me? Fred!
If we could just talk to him.
Hey, buddy.
Hey, wake up. Wake up.
Cass?
Wait. Wait!
Aha!
Cass, uh, where are we?
Inside Mr. Jones' mind.
You said you wanted to talk to him.
Who the hell are you?
Fred. Fred. Um, hey, it's -- it's -- it's me.
I'm, uh -- I'm Sam -- Sam Winchester.
John's boy?
That's right.
The scrawny one?
It's only been three, four years since I've seen you.
You -- more like, uh, 20.
Uh, listen, Fred, I'm gonna need you to focus.
How did you...
Why are you here, Sam?
What's up, Doc?
No, no, no, no, no, no. You're lying!
This is happening, Mr. Jones. They're using you.
As what -- some kind of a damn psychic coppertop?
You plug me in, and the whole world goes wacky?
It doesn't work that way. How would you know?
No offense, but it seems to me
like you've been spending more time in here
than you have... Out there.
You want to know what's the worst thing that can happen
to a guy who's got a mind like I got?
Losing it.
You let me walk, and half of this is yours.
I think I'm gonna pass.
I'm not really into stealing from sweet old ladies.
I'm not stealing from them.
I'm stealing from their children.
Little bastards think they can drop their folks off at a home
and visit twice a year, maybe.
I took care of all these old geezers.
I think I deserve-- I don't care!
Fine.
Have it your way.
Welcome to the fun house.
Cartoons -- yeah, yeah, I always loved them when I was a kid.
They made me feel... Happy -- safe.
They were...
Something to hold on to.
Yeah.
Give up?
I've been dealing with this crazy for months!
And you -- idiot -- bring a gun to a gag fight.
Yeah, well, I did bring this.
And "X" marks the spot.
I need you to stop this -- take control.
It's too hard!
Look, it can be nice living in a dream world.
It can be great. I know that.
And you can hide,
and you can pretend all the crap out there doesn't exist,
but you can't do it forever because...eventually,
whatever it is you're running from -- it'll find you.
It'll come along, and it'll punch you in the gut.
And then...
Then you got to wake up, because if you don't,
then trying to keep that dream alive will destroy you!
It'll destroy everything!
Looks like somebody turned off the boob tube.
Good. Means I can use this.
No! You are never going to hurt anyone again!
That's all, folks.
My God.
Fred. You good?
Now I'm good.
In a month, year...
Nobody gets sharper with age.
I'm gonna lose control again,
and somebody's gonna get hurt...again.
You got to make it stop.
There might be a way.
The procedure will be painful, and...when it's over,
I'm not sure how much of you will be left.
Well, what are you waiting for?
Is he, uh -- is he okay?
He's listening to "Ode to Joy."
He's happy.
All right, well, let's blow this termite terrace.
Cass, you get to ride shotgun. You done good.
Thanks, but I, uh...
I can't come. I, uh...
Hello, Castiel.
And, no.
No?
I can see what you're thinking, and I won't allow it.
You don't understand.
I have been trying to pretend
that I can escape what I did in heaven, but I can't.
All that pain that I caused --
I-I have to come back, to make things right.
And you are... by doing what you're told.
Bottom line -- unless I ring my bell,
you stay out of heaven, Castiel.
Well, then, what should I do?
What do you want to do?
You -- you what, Cass? W-why can't you come with us?
I, um...
I want to stay with Mr. Jones.
Someone should watch over him for a few days just to be safe.
Okay, and then what?
Then I'm not sure.
But I know I can't run anymore.
So, Ame is playing the Sugarplum fairy, right?
Right?
Now, this is her big moment, you understand,
and she waddles up onto the stage -- Waddles?
What? You were a chubby kid. It was adorable.
Anyway, she waddles up onto the stage,
and she is dragging two feet of toilet paper behind her.
No.
You remember that?
Yeah.
Officially the end of her career.
You want one of these? Please, yeah.
Thanks.
My, uh -- my brother used to do that.
Yeah? Yeah.
He a good guy? Yeah.
Yeah, uh, he -- he was...the best.
Uh, I, uh... I lost him, and, uh, I-I ran.
I'm sorry to hear about that.
What?
A-are you sure?
Oh, God.
Amelia?
Baby? You okay?
It's Don.
He's alive.
Sam, you with me?
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