Air Date: 2 Nov 2006

EXT. PHILADELPHIA - NIGHT

sh*ts of the city at night, closing in on an apartment building. The lights in an upper window are flickering. We zoom into: INT. APARTMENT - NIGHT

A young blonde woman, Katie Burns, is talking on the phone while pacing under the flickering lights. She is annoyed.

Katie: I checked the fuses. They're fine. It's the wiring. Look, you promised the place would be ready when I moved in. No. You come up now! Please. Thank you.

She hangs up. She grimaces at something on the table, reaches out a finger and dabs it. It's a thick black goo.

Katie: Gross.

More goo drips on her shoulder. She looks up, getting scared. She goes over to the light switch by the wall, out of which the goo is oozing thickly.

Katie: What the hell?

She looks deeper into the light switch; a creepy, bloodshot eyes appears. She screams.

TITLE CARD: SUPERNATURAL

EXT. HARVELLE's ROADHOUSE - DAY

Sam and Dean are getting out of the Impala, parked in front of the ROADHOUSE.

Dean: Los Angeles, California.

Sam: What's in L.A.?

Dean: Young girl's been kidnapped by an evil cult.

Sam: Yeah? Girl got a name?

Dean: Katie Holmes.

Sam: (laughs)

That's funny. And for you, so bitchy.

From inside the roadhouse comes the sound of breaking glass and shouting voices. Dean turns.

Dean: Of course, on the other hand — catfight.

They go into: INT. ROADHOUSE - DAY

On the upper levels, Ellen and Jo are shouting. Sam and Dean enter cautiously.

Ellen: I am your mother, I don't have to be reasonable!

Jo: You can't keep me here!

Ellen: Oh, don't you bet on that, sweetie.

Jo: What are you going to do, are you going to chain me up in the basement?

Ellen: You know what, you've had worse ideas than that recently. Hey, you don't wanna stay, don't stay. Go back to school.

Jo: I didn't belong there! I was a freak with a Kn*fe collection.

Ellen: Yeah, and getting yourself k*lled on some dusty back road, that's where you belong?!

(she turns and sees the boys)

Guys, bad time.

Sam: Yes, ma'am.

Dean: Yeah, we rarely drink before ten anyway.

Jo: Wait. I wanna know what they think about this.

A mom, a dad, and two kids under three, all wearing bright yellow t-shirts that read "Nebraska is for Lovers" enter.

Ellen: I don't care what they think!

Dad: Are you guys open?

Jo: No!

Ellen: Yes!

Dad: We'll just... check out the Arby's down the road.

They leave. The phone rings. Jo glares at it, then at Ellen, who stalks over to answer it.

Ellen: Harvelle's. Yeah, preacher.

Jo: Three weeks ago a young girls disappears from a Philadelphia apartment.

(she shoves a file folder at Dean)

Take it, it won't bite.

Dean: No, but your mom might.

She pinches her lips, still holding out the folder. He takes it reluctantly.

Jo: And this girl wasn't the first. Over the past eighty years six women have vanished. All from the Same building, all young blondes. Only happens every decade or two so cops never eyeball the pattern. So we're either dealing with one very old serial k*ller, or —

Dean: Who put this together? Ash?

Jo: I did it myself.

Dean: (impressed)

Hmm.

Sam: I gotta admit. We h*t the road for a lot less.

Ellen: Good. You like the case so much, you take it.

Jo: Mom!

Ellen: Joanna Beth, this family has lost enough. And I won't lose you too. I just won't.

EXT. PHILADELPHIA - DAY

The Impala roars into town. They park in front of the apartment building from the Teaser. Close sh*t of a doorknob; it opens to reveal Sam, followed by Dean. They enter: INT. APARTMENT BUILDING - DAY

Sam: i feel kind of bad, snaking Jo's case.

Dean: Yeah, maybe she put together a good file. But could you see her out here working one of these things? I don't think so.

(Both pull out EMF readers)

You getting anything?

Sam: No, not yet.

As Sam runs his reader over the light switch, it purrs. He leans over.

Sam: What's that?

Dean: What?

Sam: (touching the goo)

Holy crap.

Dean: (also touching the goo)

That's ectoplasm. Well, Sam, I think I know what we're dealing with here. It's the Stay-Puff Marshmallow Man.

Sam: (rolling his eyes)

Dean, I've only seen this stuff, like, twice. I mean, to make this stuff you have to be one majorly pissed off spirit.

Dean: All right, let's find this badass before he snags any more girls.

They exit the apartment and walk down the hallway; hearing voices, they hide around a corner. Dean frowns as he realizes the woman's voice belongs to Jo.

Jo: It's so convenient.

Landlord: Yeah, it's a great building, fixed it up real nice. All the apartments come furnished, too.

Jo: It is so spacious. You know, my friend told me I absolutely have to come check it out, and I have to admit, she was right. You did a really good job with this place.

Dean: (stepping out)

What the hell are you doing here?

Jo: There you are, honey.

(grabbing Dean around the waist)

This is my boyfriend Dean and his buddy Sam.

Landlord: Good to meetcha. Quite a gal you've got here.

Dean: (smacking her ass)

Oh yeah, she's a p*stol.

Jo: So, did you already check out that apartment? The one for rent.

Dean: Yeah. Yes. Loved it. Heh. Great flow.

Landlord: How'd you get in?

Dean: It was open.

Jo: Now, Ed, um, when did the last tenant move out?

Landlord: Oh, about a month ago. Cut and run, too. Stick me for the rent.

Jo: Well. Her loss, our gain! 'Cause if Dean-o loves it, it's good enough for me.

Dean: Oh, sweetie.

(he smacks her again)

Jo: (pulling out a wad of cash)

We'll take it.

INT. APARTMENT - DAY

Jo: I'll flip you for the sofa.

Dean: Does your mother even know you're here?

Jo: Told her I was going to Vegas.

Dean: You think she's gonna buy that?

Jo: I'm not an idiot. I got Ash to lay a credit card trail all the way to the casinos.

Dean: You know, you shouldn't lie to your mom. Shouldn't be here either.

Jo: Well, I am. So untwist your boxers and deal with it.

Sam: Where'd you get all that money from, anyways?

Jo: Working, at the Roadhouse.

Dean: Hunters don't tip that well.

Jo: Well, they aren't that good at poker, either.

Dean's cell phone rings. He answers it.

Dean: Yeah.

Ellen's Voice

Is she with you?

Dean: Oh, hi Ellen.

Ellen: She left a note she's in Vegas. I don't believe it for a second.

Dean: (holding the phone back, to Jo)

I'm telling her.

(they have a furious, muttered argument)

Ellen's Voice

Dean?

Dean: I haven't seen her.

Ellen's Voice

You sure about that?

Dean: Yeah, I'm sure.

Ellen: Well, please. If she shows up, you'll drag her butt right back here, won't you?

Dean: Absolutely.

Ellen: Okay. Thanks, honey.

Dean hangs up the phone; Jo grins cheerfully.

LATER

Dean is pacing, Jo sitting at the table with blueprints spread out. She's flipping a small Kn*fe around.

Jo: This place was built in 1924. It was originally a warehouse, converted into apartments a few months ago.

Dean: Yeah? What was here before 1924.

Jo: Nothing. Empty field.

Sam: So, most likely scenario, someone died bloody in the building, and now he's back and raising hell.

Jo: I already checked. In the past eighty two years, zero violent deaths. Unless you count a janitor who slipped on a wet floor.

(to Dean)

Would you sit down, please?

Dean: (sitting)

So, have you checked police reports, county death records...

Jo: Obituaries, mortuary reports and seven other sources. I know what I'm doing.

Dean: I think the jury's still out on that one. Could you put the Kn*fe down?

She does.

Sam: Okay! So, uh, it's something else, then. Maybe some kind of cursed object that brought a spirit with it.

Jo: Well, we've got to scan the whole building. Everywhere we can get to, right?

Dean: Right. So. You and me, we'll take the top two floors.

Jo: We'd move faster if we split up.

Dean: Oh, this isn't negotiable.

INT. APARTMENT BUILDING - LATER

Jo and Dean are walking down a dim hallway with EMF readers.

Jo: So. You gonna buy me dinner?

Dean: What are you talking about?

Jo: It's just if you're gonna ride me this close it's only decent you buy me dinner.

Dean: Oh, that's hilarious. You know, it's bad enough I lied to your mom, but if you think I'm letting you out of my sight... I don't know if you've noticed, but you're kind of the spirit's type.

Jo: Exactly.

Dean: You wanna be bait?

Jo: Quickest way to draw it out and you know it.

Dean: Oh.

Jo: What?

Dean: I'm so regretting this.

Jo: You know, I've had it up to here with your crap.

Dean: Excuse me?

Jo: Your chauvinist crap. You think women can't do the job.

Dean: Sweetheart, this ain't gender studies. Women can do the job fine. Amateurs can't. You have no experience. What you do have is a bunch of half-baked romantic that some barflies put in your head.

Jo: Now you sound like my mother.

Dean: Oh, and that's a bad thing? Because let me tell you...

Jo: What?

Dean: Forget it.

Jo: No, you started this.

Dean: Jo, you've got options. No one in their right mind chooses this life. My dad started me in this when I was so young... I wish I could do something else.

Jo: You love the job.

Dean: Yeah, but I'm a little twisted.

Jo: You don't think I'm a little twisted too?

Dean: Jo, you've got a mother that worries about you. Who wants something more for you. Those are good things. You don't throw things like that away. Might be hard to find later.

They approach a grating near the floor. As Jo stands in front of it, a dark hand slides through the holes towards her legs. She turns around, gasping.

Dean: What?

Jo: I'm not sure.

Dean: You smell that?

Jo: (sniffing)

What is that, a gas leak?

Dean: No. Something else. I know it. I just can't put my finger on it.

Jo crouches by the grating; her EMF reader purrs.

Dean: Mazel Tov. You just found your first spirit.

Jo: It's inside the vent.

Dean crouches beside her, shining his flashlight. He hands it to her.

Dean: Here.

He pulls out a screwdriver and unscrews the grating, pulling it off the wall.

Dean: There's something in there. Here.

He reaches his arm inside, feeling around. He pulls his hand out, holding a clump of blond hair.

Dean: Somebody's keeping souvenirs.

INT ANOTHER APARTMENT - NIGHT

Another young blonde woman, Teresa ELLIS, enters her apartment, carrying mail. She drops her bag on the counter and starts opening a letter, muttering to herself. Goo drips from the ceiling onto the paper, which she tosses in the garbage. The lights flicker; looking up, she sees a large crack appear in the ceiling.

Teresa: This building, I swear to God...

A loud scraping sound pulls her eyes back up; a long crack is moving across the ceiling. Panicked, she picks up the phone, but gets only static.

Teresa: Screw it, I'm out of here.

She goes to the door and tries to open it, but can't. She looks down by a grating near the floor; the creepy slimy hands from earlier reach out and grab her legs. She screams as they pull her to the floor.

END ACT ONE

INT. APARTMENT - MORNING

Dean is twisted up in a very awkward sleep-position on a leather sofa. Sirens sound nearby and he wakes, groaning. Jo is sitting at the table, twirling her Kn*fe and studying notes and blueprints.

Jo: Morning, princess.

Dean: Where's Sam?

Jo: Went to get coffee.

Dean gets up slowly, grimacing.

Dean: Ugh. My back. How'd you sleep on that big soft bed?

Jo: I didn't. Just been going over everything.

He looks down at her, considering. He places a bag onto the table and pulls out a Bowie Kn*fe, unsnapping it from the sheath and handing it to her, hilt-first.

Dean: Here.

Jo: What's this for?

Dean: Work a hell of a lot better than that little pig-sticker you're twirling around.

Jo takes the Kn*fe, then hands him hers. He studies it, and sees engraved on the blade: W.A.H. He looks up at Jo, getting it.

Jo: William Anthony Harvelle.

Dean: I'm sorry. My mistake.

He takes his Kn*fe back, sheathing it.

Jo: What do you.. what do you remember about your dad? I mean, what's the first thing that pops into your head?

(he shakes his head)

Come on, tell me.

Dean: (sitting)

I was six or seven, and uh, he took me sh**ting for the first time. You know, balls on a fence, that kind of thing. I bulls-eyed every one of 'em. He gave me this smile, like... I don't know.

Jo: He must have been proud.

Dean: What about your dad?

Jo: I was still in pigtails when my dad died, but I remember him coming home from a hunt. He'd burst through that door like, like Steve McQueen or something. And he'd sweep me up in his arms, and I'd breathe in that old leather jacket of his. And my mom, who was sour and pissed from the minute he left, she started smiling again. And we were... we were a family. You wanna know why I want to do the job? For him. It's my way of being close to him. Now tell me what's wrong with that.

Dean: Nothing.

Sam bursts through the door (like Steve McQueen or something).

Dean: Where's the coffee?

Sam: There are cops outside. Another girl disappeared.

LATER

Sam and Jo are studying the notes, a little more urgently than before. Dean returns, shutting the door.

Dean: Teresa Ellis, Apartment 2F. Boyfriend reported her missing around dawn.

Jo: And her apartment?

Dean: Cracks all over the plaster, walls, ceiling. There was ectoplasm, too.

Sam: Well, between that and that tuft of hair I'd say this sucker's coming from the walls.

Dean: But who is it? Building's history is totally clean.

Jo: (picking up a photograph)

Well, maybe we're looking in the wrong place.

Dean: What do you mean?

Jo: Check this out.

Sam: (looking at the photo)

An empty field?

Jo: It's where this building was built. Take a look at the one next door. The windows.

Sam: Bars.

Dean: We're next door to a prison?

Jo: (on the phone)

Thanks, Ash. And if you breathe a word of this to my mom... That's right. I will. With pliers.

(hanging up)

Okay. Moyamensing prison. Built in 1835, torn down in 1963. And get this. They used to execute people by hanging them in the empty field next door.

Sam: Well, then, we need a list. All the people ex*cuted there.

Jo: Ash is already on it.

LATER

Sam is scrolling down a very long list of names on his laptop.

Sam: A hundred fifty seven names?

Dean: We've gotta narrow that down.

Sam: Yeah.

Dean: Or else we're gonna be digging up a hell of a lot of stiffs.

Sam scrolls down to the name HERMAN WEBSTER MUDGETT and clicks on it, frowning.

Sam: Herman Webster Mudgett?

Jo: Yeah?

Sam: Wasn't that H. H. Holmes' real name?

Dean: You've gotta be kiddin' me.

Dean: Yep. Holmes was ex*cuted at Moyamensing, May 7, 1896.

Sam: H. H. Holmes himself. Come on, I mean, what are the odds?

Jo: Who is this guy?

Dean: The term "multi-m*rder." They coined it to describe Holmes. He was America's first serial k*ller, before anybody knew what a serial k*ller was.

Sam: Yeah, he confessed to twenty seven m*rder, but some put the death toll at over a hundred.

Dean: And his victim flavor of choice? Pretty petite blondes. He, uh, he used chloroform to k*ll 'em.

(b*at)

Which is what I smelled in the hallway last night. At his place, cops found human remains, bone fragments, and long locks of bloody blonde hair.

(to Jo)

Boy, you sure know how to pick 'em.

Jo: Well, we just find the bones, salt 'em and burn 'em, right?

Sam: Well, it's not that easy. His body is buried in town, but it's encased in a couple tons of concrete.

Jo: What? Why?

Dean: The story goes that he didn't want anybody mutilating his corpse. 'Cause, you know, that's what he used to do.

Sam: You know somethin'. We might have an even bigger problem than that.

Jo: How does this get bigger?

Sam: Holmes built an apartment building in Chicago. He called it the m*rder Castle. The whole place was a death factory, they had, uh, trap doors, acid vats, quick line pits... he built these secret chambers inside the walls. He'd lock his victims in, keep them alive for days. Some he'd suffocate, others he'd let starve to death.

Jo: So Teresa could still be alive. She could be inside these walls.

Dean: We need sledgehammers, crowbars. We've got to smash these walls, anywhere thick enough to hide a girl.

INT. APT. BUILDING WALLS - DAY

Dean and Jo are squeezing through crawl-spaces inside the building walls. Jo is on the phone.

Jo: Okay. Call us after you check the southeast wall.

(hanging up)

Sam's almost done with the first floor. Hasn't found jack squat either.

(Dean stops)

What is it?

Dean: It's too narrow. Can't go any further.

Jo: Let me see.

Dean: What are you-

(she squeezes past him)

Ugh. Shoulda cleaned the pipes.

Jo: What?

Dean: I, uh, I wish the pipes were cleaner.

Jo: Shut up. I can fit in there.

Dean: You're not going in there by yourself.

Jo: You got a better idea?

Dean: You-

Jo: Uh-huh.

She continues down the tight space past Dean. After she goes out of sight, he calls her on the phone.

Dean: Where are you?

Jo: On the north wall.

She finds an air duct and starts climbing down it.

Jo: I'm heading down some kind of air duct.

Dean: No, no, no, no, stay up here.

Jo: Look, we've gotta find this girl, don't we? I'm okay.

Dean: (studying the blueprints)

All right. I'm heading to you.

She comes out into a similar space on a lower level and presses on. Goo starts pouring out from the wall cracks.

Jo: Oh god.

Dean: (over the phone)

What is it? Jo? Jo!

Jo screams. Dean runs down to the lower level, trying to hear where she is.

Dean: Jo!

He takes the sledgehammer he's carrying and smashes a large hole in the wall. He pokes his head in and finds where Jo was, her cell phone lying on the floor. She is gone.

END ACT TWO

Dean rushes back up the hallway, running headlong into Sam.

Sam: Whoa.

Dean: He's got Jo.

Sam: What? How'd that happen?

Dean: I wasn't with her, I left her alone. Damnit!

Sam: Hey, hey, look, we'll find her, all right?

Dean: Where?

Sam: Inside the walls.

Dean: We've been inside the walls all night. None of the other girls were there, she won't be either.

INT. APARTMENT - NIGHT

Sam: Look. We've just gotta take a b*at and think about this. Maybe we got Holmes' M.O. wrong.

Dean: Yeah, well, we'd better friggin' think fast.

Dean's cell phone rings again; he answers it.

Dean: Yeah.

Ellen's Voice

You lied to me. She's there.

Dean: Ellen.

Ellen: No - Ash told me everything. Man's a genius, but he folds like a cheap suit. Now you put my damn daughter on the phone.

Dean: She's gonna have to call you back, she's taking care of, uh, feminine business.

Ellen: Yeah, right. Where is she? Where is she?!

Dean: Look, we'll get her back.

Ellen: Get her back? Back from what?

Dean: The spirit we're hunting, it took her.

Ellen: Oh my god.

Dean: She'll be okay, I promise.

Ellen: You promise. That is not the first time I've heard that from a Winchester.

Dean: What?

Ellen: If anything happens to her...

Dean: It won't. I won't let it. Ellen, I'm sorry, I really am.

Ellen: I'm taking the first flight out. I'll be there in a few hours.

She hangs up.

Dean: Damnit!

Sam: Don't b*at yourself up, Dean. There's nothing you could have done.

Dean: Tell me you've got something.

Sam: Uh, maybe. Look. You look at the layout of the Holmes m*rder castle, there's all the t*rture chambers inside the walls, right?

Dean: Right.

Sam: But there's one we haven't considered yet. The one in this basement.

Dean: This building doesn't have a basement.

Sam: You're right, it doesn't. But I just noticed this. Beneath the foundation, it looks like part of an old sewer system that hasn't been used for —

Dean: Let's go.

Dean grabs his jacket and books; Sam follows.

INT. CREEPY SEWER - NIGHT

Jo wakes in a small, dark place, lying on her back. She still has her flashlight; she shines it around to reveal a wall wood a few inches above her face - it has long scratches gouged in it. She sobs with a hand over her face, then collects herself. To her right is another wood panel with a slit; looking through she can see a larger, round chamber with similar compartments to the one she's in around it. She hears a noise.

Jo: Hello?

Teresa: (in another compartment)

Is - is anybody there?

Jo: Your name's Teresa?

Teresa: Yes.

Jo: This won't make you feel better, but I'm here to rescue you.

Teresa: Oh god. He's out there, he's gonna k*ll us!

Jo: No, he won't. We're getting out. My friends are looking for us, they'll find us.

Quiet footsteps fall nearby: the spirit approaches.

Teresa: Oh god, it's him!

Jo: Shh! Just be quiet!

All is very quiet. Then the Creepy Hand bursts through into Jo's prison and grabs her by the head. She screams as it rips off a chunk of her hair.

END ACT THREE

EXT. STREET - DAY

Sam and Dean, with a metal detector and a shovel, respectively, search the streets of Philadelphia. They follow the trail into an open field until Sam stops over one spot, the metal detector whining.

Sam: Here.

Dean drops his bag and starts digging furiously. After some shovel work, they dig with their hands to uncover a metal trap door, which they pull open. Dean hands Sam a g*n and takes one, and a flashlight, then starts descending. Sam follows.

INT. CREEPY SEWER PRISON - DAY

Jo is kicking steadily and furiously on the wall of her wooden cell. She drops back in exhaustion. She hears footsteps approaching and turns; a scraggly-bearded mouth appears at the opening.

Holmes: You're so pretty. So beautiful.

Jo: Go to hell!

He reaches his Creepy Hand through the opening and fondles he. She turns away and groans in disgust and horror. Suddenly she turns, s*ab into the hand with her Kn*fe. The spirit flees, screaming.

Jo: How do you like that? Pure iron, you creepy-ass son of a bitch!

INT. SEWERS - DAY

Dean and Sam crawl along on elbows and knees through the narrow sewer tunnels.

INT. CREEPY SEWER PRISON - DAY

Jo lies very still, listening.

Teresa: Is he gone?

Jo: I don't know.

He isn't. Holmes grabs Jo by the arm again, pulling her back, and clamps a hand down over her mouth.

Holmes: Shhh.

Jo struggles, trying to scream but gagged by Holmes' hand.

Dean: Hey!

Dean fires his g*n into Holmes' chest, sending him flying backwards and out of sight.

Dean: Jo?!

Jo: I'm here!

Dean finds an iron bar leaning against a wall and starts to pry open Jo's prison with it. Sam investigates the other compartments; one contains gruesome body parts. He finds Teresa.

Sam: We're gonna get you out of here, all right?

Dean: Sam!

(handing the bar to Sam)

Hang on.

(he opens the compartment to let Jo out)

You all right?

Jo: Been better. Let's get the hell out of here before he comes back.

Dean: Actually, I don't think you're leaving here just yet.

Jo: What?

Dean: Remember when I said you being bait was a bad plan? Now it's kind of the only one we got.

He turns to Sam, who has an armful of terrified Teresa. He shrugs.

LATER

Jo is sitting alone, silently, in the middle of the chamber. She has her arms wrapped around her knees and is trembling, but breathing deeply and steadily. Holmes appears behind her. He walks forward. When he gets very close: Dean: Now!

Jo dives forwards as Sam and Dean f*re at something on the walls; several bags unroll and spill salt in a perfect circle around Holmes, trapping him. Dean pulls Jo to safety as Holmes circles, gibbering and screaming in terror.

Jo: Scream all you want, you dick, but there's no way you're stepping over that salt!

A grate slams shut, sealing off the room.

EXT. STREET - DAY

Jo and Sam are standing at the entrance to the sewers. looking down.

Sam: So? This job as glamorous as you thought it would be?

Jo: Well, except for all the pee-your-pants terror, yeah. Sure. But that Teresa girl's gonna live a life because of us. It's worth it, isn't it?

Sam: Yeah. Yeah it is.

Jo: Hey, what if somebody finds that sewer down there, or a storm washes the salt away?

Sam: Both very fine points. Which is why we're waiting here.

Jo: For what?

The loud beeping of Large Truck Backing up is heard. Sam smiles and looks over his shoulder: a cement mixer is backing into the field, stopping just over the sewer entrance. Dean is driving.

Sam: For that.

(waving at him to stop the truck)

Whoa!

Dean gets out of the cab; he and Sam set up the cement mixer right over the entrance.

Jo: You ripped off a cement truck?

Dean: I'll give it back.

(watching the cement pour on down)

Well, that oughta keep him down there till hell freezes over.

END ACT FOUR

EXT. HIGHWAY - NIGHT

The Impala zooms quietly down a dark road. Dean is revealed first, driving; Jo is visible in the seat behind him. Dean glances nervously to his right; Jo's eyes flicker to Dean. Pan over to the right to reveal Sam sitting next to Jo, looking straight ahead at Ellen, who stares at the road with a set jaw. Dean glances at her again before he speaks.

Dean: Boy, you, you really weren't kidding about flying out, were you?

Ellen gives no reaction whatsoever; Sam and Jo exchange a look.

Dean: How about we listen to some music?

He flicks the radio on: SONG

You're as cold as ice...

Ellen reaches forward and flicks the radio off. Jo and Sam exchange another look, and Dean glances back as if for assistance. He sighs.

Dean: This is gonna be a long drive.

INT. ROADHOUSE - DAY

Ellen storms in, dragging Jo by the elbow. Dean and Sam follow.

Dean: Ellen? This is my fault. Okay? I lied to you and I'm sorry. But Jo did good out there, I think her dad would be proud.

Ellen: Don't you dare say that. Not you. I need a moment with my daughter. Alone.

Sam and Dean go outside.

Jo: You're angry. I understand.

Ellen: Angry? Angry doesn't begin to touch it.

Jo: Let's just think about this. Everything's okay, I'm alive...

Ellen: Not after I'm through with you.

Jo: Is this about me hunting, or something else?

Ellen: You let those boys use you as bait!

Jo: They were right there, backing me up the whole time.

Ellen: That is why you do not have the sense to do this job, you're trusting your life to them.

Jo: What are you talking about?

Ellen: Like father, like sons, that is what I'm talking about.

Jo: John? I thought you and John were friends.

Ellen: Yeah, we were, I'm sorry, I didn't mean...

Jo: Mom? What aren't you telling me?

EXT. ROADHOUSE - DAY

Sam and Dean are leaning on the Impala as Jo comes storming out. She glares at Dean and keeps stalking, so he follows.

Dean: That bad, huh?

Jo: Not right now.

Dean: What happened? Hey, talk to me.

Jo: Get off me!

Dean: Sorry. See you around.

He turns to leave.

Jo: Dean. It turns out my dad had a partner on his last hunt. Funny, he usually worked alone; this guy did too, but... I guess my father figured he could trust him. Mistake. Guy screwed up, got my dad k*lled.

Dean: What does this have to do with—

Jo: It was your father, Dean.

Dean: What?

Jo: Why do you think John never came back? Never told you about us? Because he couldn't look my mom in the eye after that, that's why.

Dean: Jo.

Jo: Just... just get out of here. Please, just leave.

END EPISODE

transcript by gelasius 11/05/06
{"type": "series", "show": "Supernatural", "episode": "02x06 - No Exit"}