Supernatural (2005–…): Season 3, Episode 2 - Supernatural - full transcript

A strange death reported in the newspaper prompts Dean and Sam to find Lisa Braeden, a woman Dean had a weekend fling with about 8.75 years ago, only to find she has a son turning 8. While ...

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So, what do you say, we kill some evil
sons of bitches and we raise hell?

Sam, look out!


Offering up your own soul?
- All you gotta do is bring Sam back.

I'll give you one year
and one year only.

I couldn't let him die.

- He's my brother.
- I could throttle you.

I don't care,
I'm gonna get you out of this.

Trap the Crossroads Demon...

...try to welsh our way out of the deal
in any way, you die.

- What kind of blade can kill a demon?
- Aah!

I said there was no such thing.

Who was that masked chick?

Who the hell are you?
- I'm the girl that just saved your ass.

Hey, sweetie.

- Hey.
- Hi.

- Thanks for driving her back here.
- Well, it's not like I had a choice.

She pitched a fit.

Hey, sweetie.

- What's wrong?
- Nothing.

I missed you.

- Okay, but tonight's Dad's night.
- No. I don't like Dad's night.

I don't want Dad to have a night.

Since when?

You used to love going
to your dad's house.

He loves you. He misses you a lot.

But I hate it there.

- You don't hate it.
- Yes, I do. He's mean.

And there are monsters there.
I don't want to go back.

Please don't let the monsters get me.

Okay, sweetie.


What do you mean
it won't work, Bobby?

It's a demon-dispelling ritual.

Maybe we got the translation wrong.

We can't let Dean fry in hell while we...

Well, there's gotta be something...
Okay, yeah. No. I gotta go. Never mind.

- Hey.
- Who was that?

Oh, I was just ordering pizza.

You do realize you're in a restaurant?

Yeah. Yeah, oh, yeah.
I just felt like pizza, you know?

Okay, Weirdy McWeirderton.

Ahh. So I think I got something.

- Yeah?
- Cicero, Indiana.

Falls on his own power saw.


What, that's it? One power saw?

Well, yeah.

And you think that this is a case?

Well, I don't know. Could be.

- I don't know, Dean...
- There's something better in...

Better in Cicero than just a case.

- And that is?
- Lisa Braeden.

- Should I even ask?
- Remember that road trip I took...

...eight years ago?
You were in Orlando with Dad...

...wrapping up that Banshee thing.
- Yeah, yeah.

- Five States, five days.
- Yeah.

- Well, kind of.
- Right.

I spent most of my time
in Lisa Braeden's loft.

So let me get this straight.

You wanna drive all the way to Cicero
to hook up with some chick?

She was a yoga teacher.

That was the bendiest weekend
of my life.

Come on, have a heart, huh?
It's my dying wish.

How many dying wishes
are you gonna get?

As many as I can squeeze out.

Come on. Smile, Sam.

God knows I'm gonna be smiling
after 24 hours with Gumby girl.

Gumby girl.

Does that make me Pokey?

Don't wait up for me, Sammy.

Oh, Dean, Dean...

Dean. Heh.

Lisa. How's it going?

Wow. Heh.

So how long's it been?

Eight, going on nine years now.

- Crazy, right?
- Yeah.

So, what are you doing here?

Oh, I was just... I was passing through,
and I couldn't resist.

I remembered that you love surprises.


- Dean Winchester.
- Hm.

Heh. Wow, just wow. Ha-ha.

I'm sorry.
You kind of came at a bad time.

- We're having a party.
- Party?

Well, I love parties.

So who's the party for?

Ben. My son.

- Oh, you have a...?
- Yeah.

That's him.

Yes! AC/DC rules!

Awesome. That is so cool.

- How old...?
- Eight.

Oh, Dean, could you excuse me
a minute?

Yeah, sure, don't mind me.

Did you hear Lisa call him Dean?

- Yeah, why?
- You don't know about Dean?

The Dean?
Best-Night-of-My-Life Dean?

No. Tell me.

Oh, my God.
So they had this crazy, semi-illegal...





What's up?

What's up with you?

- So it's your birthday.
- Guilty.

- It's a cool party.
- Dude, it's so freaking sweet.

And this Moonbounce? It's epic.

Yeah, it's pretty awesome.

You know who else thinks
they're awesome?

Chicks. It's like hot-chick city
out there.

Look out, ladies,
here comes trouble. Yee-ha!

So how you holding up?

- Fine.
- Really?

Yeah, you know.

I just...

- Never mind.
- What?

It's just...

I'm worried about Katie.

I think there might be something...

...wrong with her.

Of course there is.

Poor girl just lost her dad,
she's devastated.

No, that's not what I'm talking about.

There is something really wrong
with her.

I'm not sure that Katie... Katie.


I'm not sure that's my daughter.

I know you're grieving.

But you can't talk like that.
Katie needs you now.

- No. You don't understand...
- We're gonna get you help.

It'll be okay.


Come on, we're leaving.


So I met Ben.

- Cool kid.


You know, I couldn't help
but notice that he's turning 8.

You and me. You know.

You're not trying to ask me
if he's yours?

No, no, of course not.

- He's not, is he?
- What?

- No.
- Right.


Katie, sweetheart, we gotta go, okay?
Come on.

Come on, Katie.

Something wrong with your friend?

She's been through a lot.

Her ex just died
in this horrible accident.

Didn't I read about that?

- The power saw?
- Yeah.

I guess there's been a lot of bad luck
in the neighborhood lately.

What kind of bad luck?

Hello, Sam.

You've been following me
since Lincoln.

Not much gets by you, huh?

Mm. These are amazing.

It's like deep-fried crack. Try some.

That knife you had... can kill demons with that?

Comes in handy when I have to swoop in
and save the damsel in distress.

- Where'd you get it?
- SkyMall.

Why are you following me?

I'm interested in you.


Because you're tall.

I love a tall man.

And then there's the whole
antichrist thing.

- Excuse me?
- You know, generation of psychic kids.

Yellow-Eyed Demon rounds you up,
Celebrity Deathmatch ensues...'re the sole survivor.

- How do you know about that?
- I'm a good hunter.

- So Yellow Eyes had big plans for you.
- Had being the key word.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. That's right.

Ding-dong, the demon's dead.
Good job with that.

It doesn't change the fact
that you're special.

In that Anthony-Michael-Hall,
ESP-vision kind of way.

No, that stuff's not happening anymore.
Not since Yellow Eyes died.

I'm thinking you're still a big deal.

I mean, after all that business
with your mom.

What about my mom?

You know,
what happened to her friends.

You don't know.

You've got a little bit of catching up
to do, my friend.

So why don't you look
into your mom's pals...

...and then give me a call
and we'll talk again.

And by the way, you do know
there's a job in this town, right?

- Dude.

There is a job here.

- Really?
- Yeah.

That accident we read in the paper?

Turns out there's more
that never made the paper.

All in this Morning Hill
gated community.

People falling off ladders, drown
in Jacuzzis all over the neighborhood.

- That is weird.
- Something's up.

Something these nice big gates
can't protect them from.


- What are you doing?
- Play with me, Mommy.

Okay, sure. Yeah, let's play.

Oh, good.

I love you, Mommy.

I love you too, sweetie.

I'm hungry, Mommy.



Once again,
I'm very sorry to disturb you.

We wanna expedite
that life-insurance policy.

- Of course.
- Okay.

This is where he fell.

I see.

Now, how exactly did he...?

He was just inside,
changing a light bulb.

Must've lost his balance.

- Were you here when this happened?
- I was out.

The only one here
was our daughter, Dakota.


Okay, well, I think that's all I need.
I'll get out of your way now.

Okay. Thank you.

Thank you, Mommy.

You eat.

Mommy will be right back.


Just a sec...
Just give Mommy a second.

Let me in.


Let me in.


Let me in!
What are you doing?

- Just give Mommy a minute.
- Let me in! Let me in, let me in!

Let me in!

Let me in! Let me in!

Just give Mommy a minute.

Aren't you just the cutest thing.

Oh, thank you.

Katie, could you put these
in the kitchen, please.

- Katie seems okay considering...
- She's fine. Look...

And you? How are you doing, really?

I'm fine.

We're fine. This isn't a good time...

I wasn't sure
if you're keeping the house...

...or selling. We at Cicero Realty...

Look, I told you it's not a good time.

I want ice cream.

Mommy. Ice cream, please.

Thank you.


Hide-and-seek, hide-and-seek.

Hey, Ben.

Hey. You were at my party.

Yeah. Yeah, I'm Dean.

Everything okay? Something wrong?

- That your game they're playing with?
- Ryan borrowed it.

And now he won't give it back.

- You want me to go...?
- No. Don't go there.

Only bitches send a grownup.

- You're not wrong.
- And I am not a bitch.

Is that Humphrey? The one
who needs to lay off the burgers?


Get it. Go excited.

Come on. Come on.

Wait, wait, go back.


- I'd like my game back, please.
- Fine, take it back.

See? Told you guys he was...


Dude. That was awesome.

- Up high. Nice work.
Benjamin Isaac Braeden.

- What's gotten into you?
- He stole my game.

So you kick him? Since when is...?

Did you tell my son
to beat up that kid?


Somebody had to teach him
how to kick a bully in the nads.

- Who asked you to teach him anything?
- Just relax, I...

What are you doing here?

We had one weekend together
a million years ago.

You don't know me.
You have no business with my son.

- Lisa.
- Just leave us alone.



I love you most
in the whole wide world, Mommy.

Me too, sweetie. Come on, hold still.

What's wrong, Mommy?

Nothing, sweetie. Nothing.

- Are we going for ice cream now?
- Yep.

We're going for ice cream.

Hi, Mommy.

Can I have that ice cream now?

Something's wrong with the kids
in this town.

Yeah, tell me about it.

So, what do you know
about changelings?

- Evil monster babies?
- No, not necessarily babies.

The kids.

Creepy, stare-at-you-
like-you're-lunch kids?


There's one at every victim's house.

Changelings can
perfectly mimic children.

According to lore, they climb
the window, snatch the kid.

There were marks on the windowsill
at one house.

Looked to me like blood.

So changeling grabs the kid,
assumes its form...

...joins the happy fam. Just for kicks?

Not quite.
Changelings feed on the mom.

Synovial fluid.

The moms have these odd bruises
on the back of their necks.

Changelings can drain them for a few
weeks before Mom finally croaks.

And then there's Dad, the babysitter...

Seems like anyone who gets between
a changeling and its food ends up dead.

- Fire's the way to waste them? Great.
- Yep.

Now, we'll just bust in,
drag the kids out, torch them.

That'll play great with the neighbors.

What about the real ones?

According to lore,
they stash them underground.

I don't know why, but if it's true,
real kids might be out there somewhere.

Better start looking.

So any kid
in the neighborhood's vulnerable?

- Yup.
- We gotta make a stop.

- I wanna check on someone.
- Lf the real kids are alive...

...we don't have time to...
- We have to.

- What are you...?
- I was thinking...

...Ben's birthday, I didn't even bring
him a present.

- That's okay.
- No, no. No, I feel terrible.

So here.

Take a long weekend.
Just the two of you.

- On me.
- What?

I hear Six Flags is great
this time of year.

Go now, avoid the traffic. Heh.

Siegfried Houdini. Whose card is this?


Never mind. It'll work, I promise.

- You should leave.
- Lisa.

Mommy? What's wrong?

Nothing, Ben, it's cool.

Make him go away, Mommy.

You heard him.

- Get out.
- Lisa.

- I don't think it's a good idea.
- Get out!

They took Ben. He's changed.

What? Are you sure?

I'm sure. I checked his windowsill.

- Blood?
- I don't think it is blood.

I think I know where the kids are.

Red dirt.

That's what was on the window.

You take the front. I'll go around.

Ben? Ben. It's okay.

I'm gonna get you out of here, okay?

What do you think you're doing?

This is private property.
I'm calling the police.

- You heard me. Get out!
- Just let me get my bag. I'm going.

I don't mean to cause any trouble.


- Ben.
- Play with me.

This isn't funny.
I put you to bed three times.

But I don't wanna go to bed.

That's sweet, hon.

Come on.

All right. Come on.

- I'm hungry.
- Mini pizzas okay?

- Deluxe is all we've got.
- Okay.

That's funny. I thought
we were anti-olives this month.

It's okay.
You're gonna get out of here, all right?


Come on, girls. Come on.

Come on.

Come on. Come on.

All right. Everybody back.
Everybody back.

Cover your eyes! Uhn!

Here. Use this.

All right.

- All right. Come on.
- Him first.

Dean! Dean, there's a mother.

- Mother changeling?
- Gotta get these kids out. Quick.

Right there. There's one more.
You gotta break the lock.

That's why changeling's keeping
the kids alive... Mom can snack on them.

Come on. I got you.

What's wrong, Mommy?

- You're not my son.
- Yes, I am.

- Where's Ben?
- I'm Ben.

I love you, Mommy.

They don't want you
to leave me, Mommy.

Mommy? Mommy.

Let me in!

What are you doing? Let me in!

Let me in, let me in, let me in!

Ben, get them out of here!




Baby, are you okay?

- I'm okay, Mom.
- Oh, my God.

What the hell just happened?

I'll explain everything
if you want me to...

...but trust me, you probably don't.

Important thing is is that Ben's safe.

Thank you.

Thank you.

I'm gonna give you guys some time.

Come on.


You know how I never mentioned
my job? This is my job.

I so didn't wanna know that.

Do you think he'll be okay?

Yeah, I think he'll be fine.

Okay, seriously.

I mean, you're 100 percent sure
that he is not mine? Right?

You're off the hook.
I did a blood test...

...when he was a baby.
- Oh.

There was this guy.
Some barback in a biker joint.

What? I had a type.

Leather jacket, couple of scars,
no mailing address, I was there.

Guess I was a little wild back then.

Before I became a mom.

So yeah. You can relax.


You... I...

I swear you look disappointed.

Yeah, I don't know.

It's weird, you know.
Your life, I mean, this house, the kid.

It's not my life, never will be.

Some stuff happened to me
recently and...

Anyway, a guy in my situation,
you start to think, you know.

I'm gonna be gone one day...

...and what am I leaving behind
besides a car? Heh.

I don't know.

Ben may not be your kid...

...but he wouldn't be alive
if it wasn't for you.

That's a lot, if you ask me.

You know, just for the record... got a great kid.

I would have been proud
to be his dad.


...if you wanna stick around
for a while...'re welcome to stay.

I can't.

I got a lot of work to do.

And it's not my life.

Hi, I needed to check some facts...

...with your secretary...

...about a fire that occurred
on November 24th, 2006... Lawrence, Kansas.

Hardecker was his name. Okay. Great.

Trying to find out the date he died.

This is Police Chief Phil Jones.
July 13th.

Can you check the records for me
for a Robert Campbell, July 19th, 2001.

Dead on arrival.
What I'm after is, is cause of death.

Heart condition?

Wasn't he a cardiac surgeon?
Wouldn't he have known about that?

I'm looking for information
on Mrs. Wallace's death.

Two deaths. Who was the other?

Ed Campbell? Any survivors?

No, that's all I needed,
thank you very much.

Oh, my God.

They're dead.

All of them.

All of my mom's friends, her doctor,
her uncle.

Everyone who knew her systematically
wiped off the map one at a time. Heh.

Someone went through a hell of a lot
of trouble trying to cover their tracks.

Yup. Yellow-Eyed Demon.

So, what's your deal?

You show up where I am, you know all
about me, you know all about my mom.

Ha-ha. I already told you, I'm just...

Oh, right. Right. Yeah, yeah.
Just a hunter.

Just some hunter who happens to know
more about my own family than I do.

Just tell me who you are.

- Sam, it...
- Just...

- Tell me who you are.
- It doesn't matter.

Just tell me who you are!


Think before going
for that holy water.

- Give me one reason.
- I'm here to help you.

- Is that some kind of joke?
- God's honest truth. Or whatever.

- You're a demon.
- Don't be such a racist.

I'm here because I wanna help you.

And I can if you trust me.

Trust you?

Sam, calm down.

Start talking. All those murders,
what was the demon trying to cover up?

- I don't know.
- What happened to my mother?

I honestly don't know.

That's what I'm trying to find out.
All I know is that it's about you.


Don't you get it, Sam?
It's all about you.

What happened to your mom,
her friends.

They're trying to cover up
what he did to you.

I wanna help you figure it out.

- Why would you wanna help me?
- I have my reasons.

Not all demons are the same, Sam.

Not all of us want the same thing.


I wanna help you from time to time.

That's all.

And if you let me, heh...

...there's something in it for you.

- What could you possibly...?
- I could help you save your brother.