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Από πάντα ήμουν fan των σειρών μυστηρίου αλλά στο Supernatural βρήκα το συνδυασμό που αναζητούσα: αγωνία, χιούμορ και πάλι αγωνία. Αυτό που με κέρδισε στην αγαπημένη μας σειρά είναι ότι τα απίθανα φαίνονται τόσο αληθινά και οι πρωταγωνιστές δεν είναι οι κλασσικοί σούπερ ήρωες, στοιχεία που την κάνουν να ξεχωρίζει από άλλες σειρές του ίδιου είδους. Από τότε (2007) η σχέση μου με το Supernatural είναι καρμική ιδιαίτερα όταν ανακάλυψα ότι αρέσει και σε κάποιον άλλο ο Bob Seger! (Dean)

Written by: Meghan Fitzmartin and Steve Yockey

Directed by: Phil Sgriccia

Air Date: March 14, 2019

THEN
Castiel: You’re keeping the snake?
Jack: I didn’t want to leave it there. And I didn’t want to just kill it.
Dean: Michael’s in there, and he is fighting hard to get out. I can’t let my guard down, not for a second.
Donatello: I was touched by God?
Dean: Or possibly his sister, Amara.
Amara sucked out his soul.
Rowena: What did you do to that boy? When I cast the transformation spell, I felt something else pushing back. Volatile magic — powerful and stitched to him like some kind of parasite.
Jack: What is the good of having these powers if I can’t help the people that I love?
Dean: Michael. He’s gone.
Michael/Dean: Hello, Rowena. I’m looking for a new home. Say yes.
Jack: I’m the son of Lucifer. am a Winchester! You won’t hurt anyone ever again!
Castiel: Jack?
Jack: I’m me again.

NOW
HARRINGTON’S SODA SHOPPE. NIGHT. A MAN ARRIVES AT THE DOOR. Conrad: Sunny? Sunny?
Sunny: Conrad? What are you — You have to go!
Conrad: I don’t want to leave without you.
Sunny: I can’t. I made a promise. Conrad, go! Please.
Conrad: I love you.

INT. GAS STATION Conrad: I need a phone!
Gas Station Clerk: Whoa. Slow down. Hey! That’s my phone! Hey!
Conrad: I’m gonna call 911
Clerk: Dude? Do you need help? (The clerk saw the sight of Conrad dead on the floor then vomited)

INT BUNKER. JACK’S ROOM
Castiel: Hey, Jack.
Jack: I’m good, Castiel.
Castiel: Jack, you say that, but ever since the Hunters and their funerals How’s the snake? I don’t think he’s feeling well.
Jack: He won’t eat.
Castiel: Well, perhaps he misses his previous owner. He’s been through a lot of change in a short period of time. I guess that’s something you have in common. Jack, you killed Michael.You consumed his grace.It was enough. You have your powers back?
Jack: I think so. I feel different now, not like before, if that makes any sense.
Castiel: And your soul?
Jack: You want to know how much of my soul I had to burn off to kill Michael.
Castiel Yes.
Jack: I don’t know. I try not to think about it.

INT. BUNKER KITCHEN
Castiel: Oh.Thought you, uh, were gonna sleep until the cows dragged you home.
Dean: That’s not the — Never mind. I was putting some gear away, and Rowena called.
Castiel: How is she?
Dean: Not great. She’s coping.But, uh, you know, at least she’s not dead.How’s the kid?
Castiel:Well, he says he’s good, but What about Sam? He says he’s good.
Dean: I think they’re both full of crap.
Sam: (Sam was in the map room flashing back to Maggie and the other hunters dying. He looked sad as he went to the kitchen) Found us a case. Arkansas.
Dean: We’ve just done three back-to-back Hunts. I need some rest. At least a night. We both do.
Sam: Yeah, well I’m leaving in ten.
Dean: Like I said, not good.
Castiel: Maybe I should go with him. And you can stay with Jack.
Dean: Why?
Castiel: You were right. Jack is struggling. And I’ve tried, but —
Dean: Why do you think he’ll talk to me?
Castiel: Well, because he looks up to you. And his soul — I mean, you’ve seen this before.
Dean: No, no. No. See, I was — I was not great with Sam, you know, when he was, uh But Jack’s soul isn’t completely gone.At least I don’t think so.
Castiel: W-We just don’t know how much is left.
Dean: Well, how am I supposed to figure that out?
Castiel: I don’t know! Just talk to him.Get him to open up.And then Sleep until the cows come home.
Dean: There it is. That’s the saying.

INT. DAY. GAS STATION Castiel: So we’re looking for a witch? Exploding heads.
Sam: sounds like a witch. Or a demon.
Castiel: Maybe.
Sam: I’m good. I’m good, honestly.
Castiel: Yeah, I know. Everybody’s good. But after this, maybe Dean’s right.You need to rest.
Sam: Can’t.Just because I’m tired doesn’t mean the monsters are gonna stop, you know? Doesn’t mean anything. Plus we don’t have as many Hunters as we used to. Excuse me. Griffin? – Yeah? – Griffin Tate?
Griffin: Mm-hmm.
Sam: Agent Scholz. This is Agent Delp. We’re, uh, FBI. We’re here about the incident.
Griffin: “Incident”? That’s what we’re calling it?
Sam: Well what would you call it?
Griffin: Insane! This guy — –
Sam: You mean Conrad Martin.
Griffin: Right. He comes in looking like he’s been running all night, asks for my phone, then he just (Imitates explosion ) went all Scanners.
Castiel: Was it more “Scanners” 1, 2, or 3?
Sam: Never mind that. Um, this Conrad Martin. Did you know him? No, but he was probably from Charming Acres. He had that look.
Griffin: Charming Acres? About five miles up the road. But it’s weird.
Sam: Weird how?

EXT. DAY. SMALL TOWN BRIGHT AND HAPPY.

Man: Good day! Good day to you! – Hey, Carl.
Woman: Hi, there.
Man: Nice to see you!
Sam: This is..
Castiel: Yeah. It’s like we’re stepping into a Saturday Evening Post. (Sam gave Cas an odd look) I look at them sometimes after you fall asleep at night.They’re very soothing.
Castiel: Should we call Dean? I mean,
Sam: I’ve been trying, but no bars. Guess this place really is the middle of nowhere. All right.Let’s get to it.
Woman: (Sam bumps into a couple walking) Whoa, Nelly! Excuse us.
Sam: Sorry. You know what? A-Actually I’m sorry. D-Do you have a moment?
Woman: Well, we’re on our way to the bake sale.
Sam: We’re FBI. We’re looking into a death that happened near here.
Justin: Wowee! A couple of G-Men, huh? Well, I’m Justin Smith, and this is my foxy wife, Cindy.
Cindy: Sweetie, we are going to be late.
Justin: Oh, sorry, Agent. I haven’t heard about anyone dying, but, uh, ask at Harrington’s.And try a milkshake.They’re the best! Say, what’s that ya got there?
Sam: Mycell phone? Huh.
Justin (Justin acting as if he didn’t know what a cell phone was) “Cellphone.
Cindy: ” Honey, my cakes are getting cold.
Justin: Huh. cellphone. A cell phone?
Sam: What was that?
Castiel: Maybe they’re Mormon?
Castiel: This is weird.
Sam: Yeah. Little bit. All right. Come on.

INT. HARRINGTON’S SODA SHOPPE.

Man: Oh, that’s the fella. Oh, I couldn’t! Sweetheart, can you make sure we get some more root beer? Already sent the order, Pops.
Woman: Here you go.
Sam: Oh, no. Sorry. We didn’t order —
Woman: First one’s free. Everyone loves the milkshakes.
Sam: Oh. Thanks. Wow. That is, uh Delicious.
Sunny: See?
Man: Sunny, can you make me a — A banana split with extra cherries for Miss Lewis, coming up! You know, I would lose my mind if it wasn’t for that girl. You must be the flatfoots I keep hearing about.
Sam: “Keep”? We’ve barely been here five minutes.
Chip: It’s a small town. Chip Harrington. I’m the mayor.
Sam: Oh. Um, it’s anice town you got here, Mayor.
Chip: Yeah, I know what you’re thinking.We’re a little bit old-fashioned, huh? You know, people who live here — well, we take care of each other.
Sam: We’re here about Conrad Martin. I don’t know if you heard I have.
Chip: Poor kid. You know, the police came by.They said something about an aneurysm or something?
Castiel: Oh, no. His head exploded.
Chip: I’m sorry!
Castiel: Like a ripe melon on the sun.
Sam: Okay. Uh, you know what? We, uh — We’re just looking to find out everything we can about him.
Chip: Yeah, well, uh, I can point you to where he was staying. Would that help?
Sam: That’ll work. “Like a ripe melon on the sun”?
Castiel: It was an apt metaphor.
Sam: Okay, well, maybe next time try to be a little lessapt.
Castiel: The entire town is so strangely picturesque.
Sam: Yeah, it’s kind of nice. All right. Here’s the plan.We go in, sweep for sulfur, hex bags. You know, the usual.
Castiel: Okay.

EXT. BOARDING HOUSE.

Woman: Good afternoon, Agents.
Castiel: Agents? Were you expecting us?
Woman: Small town. Come on in.
Sam: Sure. Thanks.
INT. BUNKER. JACKS’S ROOM
Dean: What, you setting up a science project?
Jack: I’m trying different foods for the snake.
Dean:Why?
Jack: I think he’s sad.
Dean: Oh.Have you tried bacon? Do snakes like bacon?
Jack: I don’t know.
Dean: I like bacon. Well, anyway, you and the, uh, snake want to go for a little dri-ive? You mean a Hunt. Uh, more like a field trip.
Jack: Okay.
Dean: Yeah. Good. All right. I’m gonna make some bacon now.
Jack : Would you like some bacon?

INT. BOARDING HOUSE.

Woman: This is Conrad’s room. He was such a nice young man.Oh, what happened to him is a shame. He’d only been in town for a few weeks.
Sam: Do you have many people come through here?
Woman: Not people. Men. I only rent to young men.It’s not proper — young women living alone? Morals. You got to have morals. You know.
Sam: Ms.Dowling? May I have some coffee, please?
Ms. Dowling; Of course, dear.
Castiel: Hey.
Sam: What’d you find?
Castiel: Love letters that were under the bed. They’re from Sunny.
Sam: Sunny. Sunny, the milkshake waitress?
Castiel: Yeah, and they’re surprisingly passionate.
Sam: Passionate how?
Castiel: She spends, uh, quite a bit of time talking about the — the shape and the heft of his —
Sam: Okay! Got it, yep, passionate.
Castiel: Understood. Well, I say we should definitely check that out tomorrow.
Sam: Tomorrow?
Castiel: Yeah.
Sam: It’s getting late, Cass. And you’re right. I-I probably need some rest.
Castiel: You want to stay here?
Sam: Why not? Ms. Dowling’s making pot roast.

INT. HARRINGTON HOME.

Cindy: Justin.
Justin: Cell phone. Cell. Cell phone.
Cindy: Is something wrong, darling?
Justin: I — I bought a cell phone. Hmm? In Houston. For my daughter.
Cindy: Daughter?
Justin: My daughter. Rose. My daughter — My — Who are you? What am I doing here? What? This — This isn’t my house! Help! Help me! Aah! Ohh! Help me! Aaaah!
Cindy: Honey? Why don’t you grub up? We still got another couple hours.

INT. IMPALA.

Jack: I’m not really hungry.
Dean: Well, maybe feed the snake something.
Jack: Yeah.
Dean: Here. Give him one of these. I bet he’s never had that before.
Jack: I don’t think you have a firm grasp on what snakes eat. (Looking at two cakes in a packages)
Dean: Yeah, no. Yeah, I always thought they were kind of cool, though.
Jack: Well, most people think they’re dangerous.
Dean: Mm. Well, it’s not the snake that’s dangerous.it’s their bite.
Jack: Is — Is that a saying?
Dean: It is now. You try one of those.
Jack: Great.

INT. BOARDING HOUSE.

Castiel: Sam? Sam? Excuse me. (Cas continues call out at the woman vacUuming and singing then he shouts)HELLO?! Oh. hello, dear.
Ms. Dowling: Good morning. Are you hungry? I made some johnnycakes.
Castiel: No, I don’t eat. I’m looking for my partner.
Ms. Dowling: Oh. The very nice, the very tall fella?
Castiel: Yes.
Ms. Dowling: Hm. He said he’s going for a walk. And a milkshake. (Cas starting to realize something may be wrong and leaves to find Sam. Cas enters the 50’s diner hearing Sunny coming out singing)
Sunny: Oh! Hi! Uh, welcome to Harrington’s. How can I help you?
Castiel: I’m looking for my partner.
Sunny: Who?
Castiel: The man I came in with yesterday.
Sam: Oh, the tall man.
Castiel: Yes, the very tall man.
Sunny: He was here a little while ago.
Castiel: And do you know where he is now?
Sunny: Uh, he left when, um When what?
Castiel: You heard what happened to Mr. Smith?
Sunny: What happened to Mr.Smith?

INT. HARRINGTON HOME.

Cindy: Oh! Agent! Mrs. Smith. Please. Come in.
Castiel: Thank you.
Cindy: Would you like a martini?
Castiel: Uh, no, thank you. I, um I don’t mean to bother you, but I’m, uh — I’m looking for my partner.
Castiel: The tall man. Hair? He has beautiful hair?
Cindy: What?
Castiel: Uhh. This is complicated. Mrs. Smith.
Cindy: NO!! That’s my husband’s chair.
Castiel: Okay, um, I think my partner wanted to talk to you about your husband.
Cindy: Justin? What about him?
Castiel: I’m so sorry, but last night, his head, um — Your husband — he died last night.
Cindy: Ohh. I think you’re confused. Have you already had your martini today?
Castiel: N-No, I’m — I’m not. He really died.
Cindy: No, my husband, he’s good.
Castiel: No, he’s not.
Sam: Honey? Is something wrong? Oh, hi, there. (Cas saw Sam wearing glasses and his hair was pinned back which shocked him)
Castiel: Agent.
Sam: Justin. Justin Smith. And you are?
Castiel: Your partner.
Sam: Y– Partner? Huh! Super! That’s swell. Great. Tell you what. Why don’t you stick around? We’re having pot roast. Honey. Make me a martini?
Sam: Who does she think you are?
Sam: Well, I’m her husband, of course.
Castiel: This is not your house.
Sam: I see. You’re right. This is my wife’s house. I am simply living here.
Cindy:Oh, you!
Sam: Oh, you!
Castiel: Oh, no. Something terrible’s happened.
Cindy: Hon, we’re low on olives.
Sam: Well, that is terrible.
One or two?
Sam: Uh, three? I’m feeling adventurous.
Cindy: Rowr!
Sam:Rar. (He looks at Castiel as Cindy left) Would you like one?
Castiel: Your name is Sam Winchester.
Sam: So that’s a no-no on the hooch?
Castiel: Sam, I don’t know what’s happened. I don’t know if this is a spell or a curse or — or what’s happened, but you will snap the hell out of it!
Sam: Sir, you watch your mouth. If we cannot remain civil, then you can skedaddle.
Castiel: Sam —
Sam: That’s not my name! – Cindy, grab his hat! –
Castiel: I don’t wear a hat!
Cindy: Honey, I don’t think he wore a hat!
Sam: Fine! Sir, using language like, uh, “H-E-double hockey sticks” — You should have your mouth washed out with soap.
Castiel: Sam — –
Sam: It’s Justin.
Castiel: I’m gonna — Double hockey sticks?

EXT. DONATELLO’S HOUSE.

Donatello: Dean! Jack! Great to see you!
Dean: Donny, good to see you up and around.
Donatello: Ah, I am just the picture of health. Except for my prostate. It’s shaped like a papaya.
Dean: Wow.
Jack: Our field trip is to see Donatello?
Dean: Well, with this whole soul thing, it’s, uh — We’re worried about you, okay? And when it comes to souls or not having them, Donny here’s an expert.
Jack: He is?
Donatello: Please. Come on in.
Dean: Actually, you know what? I’m gonna — I’m gonna let you guys talk. I’ll, uh, keep an eye on the snake.

INT. DONATELLO’S HOUSE.
Jack: Okay.
Donatello: Come on, Jack. So, you took this snake in, and now it gets to go on road trips? Fun!
Jack: Can I ask you something?
Donatello: That’s what you’re here for, isn’t it?
Jack: How did you lose your soul?
Donatello: God’s sister ripped it right out of me That wasn’t my best day. But oddly, it wasn’t my worst day, either.
Jack: And when it was gone, how did you — how’d you feel?
Donatello: Like the galaxy. You know, Jack, our galaxy’s all bright and shiny and spinny, but in its center lies this very large black hole. It’s the same with me.I’m all bright and shiny, obviously — Not so much spinny.
Jack: But inside?
Donatello: Empty.
Jack: So you feel bad?
Donatello: I feel nothing.
Jack: Losing your soul doesn’t make you bad. It doesn’t make you anything.It’s, um an absence of of pity, of empathy of humanity. How do you feel, Jack?
Jack: I don’t know. I know I don’t feel nothing, but I don’t feel the same, either.And maybe I just don’t know what nothing feels like.Mostly, I just don’t want Sam and Dean and Cass to worry.
Donatello: They’re your family. Families worry.
Jack: But I just — I need time and space to figure things out on my own, but everywhere I go, there’s someone looking over my shoulder.
Donatello: Ah. When I need to, uh, “blend,” I ask myself, “What would Mr.Rogers do?”
Jack: Who’s Mr….
Donatello: Rogers? The best man I know. Sam and Dean are the best men I know.So, ergo, whenever you don’t want them to worry, just think “WWWD” — “What Would the Winchesters Do?”
Jack: I can do that.
EXT. DONATELLO’S HOUSE.

Dean: Well, there they are.
Jack: How’s the snake? He’s good.
Dean: Might be hungry.
Jack: Okay.
Dean: So, what’s the verdict? Does he have a soul?
Donatello: I suppose the first question we must ask ourselves is, what is a soul?
Dean: Donny.
Donatello: What? I’m sorry. Um, I’d keep an eye on him, but I think if he seems okay, he probably is.
Dean: So he’s not like you?
Donatello: Oh, no. I’m a Prophet of the Lord, but he — [ Sighs ] Jack’s probably the most powerful being in the universe.I mean, really, who knows what’s going on inside his head?
Dean: Thanks.

INT. HARRINGTON’S SODA SHOPPE

Castiel: I think we should talk.
Sunny: I, uh — Okay.
Sunny: About what?
Castiel: About how you’re a witch.
Sunny: A witch?
Castiel: About how you brainwashed my friend and about how you’ve done something to this entire town.
Sunny: I don’t know what you’re talking about.
Castiel: Oh, yes, you do. You wrote these. You wrote them to Conrad.And between various steamy, erotic musings, you begged him to leave.Why is that? Because you were afraid you’d hurt him?
Sunny: You don’t know what you’re talking about.
Castiel: Okay, then tell me. Tell me, or I’ll rip it from your mind. (Castiel eyes glows blue Fine. Have it your way.
Sunny: No, no, please! It’s not me! It’s him! He’s out of control!
Chip: Well, now That’s not very nice.
Castiel: So you did this.
Chip: What, did you think it was the milkshakes?
Castiel: What are you?
Chip: Well, I like to think of myself as a kind of Good Samaritan. You know, I’ve always been lucky.I’ve always had an intuition about what people are gonna do or say.Made me the king of poker night.But then the mill shut down, and this town — the town I love — had started to die.Then my sweet wife, she passed away. And the world kept gettin’ worse, and they called it “modernization,” and no matter what I did, people would turn to drink or drugs, they’d move away. They just weren’t happy. Things kept getting worse, and I started to hear noises — voices. And I screamed at these voices! I said, “Just make things better!” And you know what happened next?
Castiel: No, but I have a feeling you’re gonna tell me.
Chip: The very next day, I thought — just thought — “I wish there was more people in the soda shop.” And I came in here that day, and it was packed. And that’s when I figured it out.I can make people do whatever I want.
Castiel: So you’re some kind of mind-control psychic?
Chip: I re-made this town. I gave everybody new names, new lives. I made everybody happy.Well, most everybody, and, uh, the ones who fought it, well —
Castiel: You’d murder them.
Chip: I was just protecting my home!
Castiel: And you — you knew all about this.
Sunny: Well, she knew enough to play along, but, uhmy tricks never worked on Sunny.She’s too much like me.
Sunny: I am nothing like you.
Chip: But you. Why can’t I change you?
Castiel: Because I’m not human.
Well Gentlemen? Sunny! – Sunny! –
Get away from me! I won’t hurt you, Sam.
Sam: Golly, I told you my name is Justin! –
Sunny: You killed Conrad! –
Chip: No! You told him the truth, and that’s why he ran, and that’s why I did what I had to do.No, you killed that boy, Sunny, not me.
Sunny: I didn’t.
Sam: Aah! Fight this! Why? I’m happy in Charming Acres. We’re all happy.
Castiel: Sam, I know you want to be happy. And I know what it’s like to lose your army.I know what it’s like to fail as a leader, Sam. But you can’t lose yourself.You have to keep fighting.ou can’t lose yourself, because if you do, you fail us.You fail all of those that we’ve lost.You fail Jack.Sam, you fail Dean.
Sunny: You’re sick.
Chip: Well, but you stayed. You didn’t even try and stop me.
Castiel: Sam.
Sam: Cas?
Sunny: I promised Mom that I wouldn’t leave you, but you’re a monster.
Chip: No. No. In this town, I’m God.
Sunny: No.
Sam: No You’re not. Believe me. We’ve met God.
Castiel: God has a beard.
Chip: Sorry, sport.
Sunny: Stop! I said stop!
Chip: You see? I told you! You’re just like me!
Sunny: No. You hurt innocent people. You want to be happy? Then be happy!
Sam: W-What did you do?
Sunny: I — I don’t —
Castiel: She made him happy. Your father is trapped inside his own mind.He’s in a world that — It’s a beautiful world.But it’s a place where he can never hurt anyone again.
Sunny: Good.

INT. BUNKER. Dean: Well, it seemed like the snake enjoyed the trip.
Jack: Hard to say. He’s, uh, very guarded.
Dean: Yeah. Yeah. And what about you, huh? Good time?
Jack: It was illuminating.
Dean. Oh. Hey! How was Arkansas?
Sam: Arkansas was, uh It was weird.
Dean: Heard you wore a cardigan.
Castiel: Yeah, I told him about the cardigan.
Sam: Great. Thanks. And the wife.
Dean: He said you were, uh, really happy.
Sam: Thanks.
Castiel: Yeah. Where’s Jack?
Dean: His room.
Dean: Really happy, huh?
Sam: I mean, I guess I was happy, but It wasn’t real, you know? Just
Dean: Well, not a lot of happy goin’ on around here.
Sam: I hate this place right now. I hate it. Everywhere I look, I see them. I see Maggie.I guess that’s why, uh — why I was so desperate to get out of here, why I kept running us ragged. But I got to stop that. I-I can’t keep running.I — This is my home.This is our home. Dean, I think I just need some time.
Dean: Okay.

INT. JACK’S BEDROOM. Jack: Cas says you miss your friend. You need help.Sam and Dean would help you, so — so I’ll help you.I’ll help you see your friend again. In Heaven. (Jack turns the snake into ashes using his powers as Cas watches behind the door.)

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