01x07 - Reflections

[bunniefuu]

- Comes a time in every hunt
when the fightin' starts.

And the difference
between winning and losing

isn't whether you
have the holy water,

the wooden stake, or
the silver b*llet.

It's whether you've got the
grit to get the job done.

Nothing over here. You?

- Uh, copy. Same thing here.

That tower doesn't
look like much.

- According to Carlos' research,

they've been bouncing
signals from radio towers

all over the country,
some outside of it even,

drawing in unicorn
monsters from everywhere.

- To here in Lawrence.
We took out the monsters.

The Akrida took their essence.

You really think the
answers to what the Akrida

could be doing with that
essence are in there?

- There's only one
way to find out.

- Any idea who
crashed this party?

- It's my dad.

His bag. It's covered in blood.

Maybe we should
try jumper cables.

- Oh, I've tried that.

I've done everything
I could think of.

Potions, blood magic,
shock treatments,

God, you name it.

Nothing will get that
damn thing working.

- Okay, well, something
has to. All right? This box

is literally the
only thing we have

that can k*ll the Akrida.
- Carlos,

I have looked through every
piece of lore we have.

I mean, clearly the
Men of Letters wanted

to keep their workings a secret.

- Every secret comes
to light eventually.

- Ada, what did you find?

- The Men of
Letters mother lode.

- I thought you were
helping Tony get settled

off the Akrida radar.

- Yeah, I got him
safe and sound.

Then we started looking
into how to help Tony

with his Djinn side,
which led into digging

into the Men of Letters
lore, which then led to this.

Turns out my son has
a nose for research.

- I knew we were
nerds of a feather.

- Tony found a shell
company listed as the owner

of two of the offices
we've already investigated.

The company owns one
more up in Michigan.

I went to go check it out.

It too was left for dead
just like the others.

- All of these
abandoned offices.

And what do you think happened
to the Men of Letters?

Like, wiped out by
monsters? Retirement?

- I-I don't know.

However they left,
they made sure

to carefully guard everything
they left behind in Ann Arbor.

They left a watchdog.
This time a werewolf.

I took care of it,
grabbed everything,

and came straight
back to Lawrence.

The rest of it... The
rest of it is in my truck.

- There has to be
something in here

about out buggy little friends.

I'll got get the rest.

- He can't be gone.

- We don't know.
- He can't be.

- Mary...
- It's all my fault.

I told my dad I wanted
to leave hunting,

and ever since he's been
out here on his own.

If I'd just kept my
stupid mouth shut...

- Took you idiots long enough.

Hey!

- Who the hell are you?

- The body belongs
to Hector Salazar,

but I'll give you three guesses

as to who the mind
belongs to now.

- Akrida.

- Wow. Got it in one.

Guess you're the
brains of the outfit.

- Where's Samuel Campbell?

- Oh, you mean Grumpy?

Sorry, the man who
captured, tortured,

and was generally unpleasant
in both manner and odor

was not exactly
forthcoming with the name,

so I called him Grumpy.

Samuel works too, I guess.

- What did you do with my dad?

- I'm just a worker bee, hon.
They don't tell us everything.

I was left here to give
you a simple message.

Our work here at
the tower is done.

We have everything we need.

All that sweet,
sweet monster essence

is in our hands now.

- What's all that for?

- The queen, silly.

Stand down, go home, and enjoy

whatever life you
have left to live.

- Tell me what your plan is.

And tell me where
my dad is right now.

I'm starting
to see the resemblance.

I told you everything
you need to know.

Nothing can stop what's coming.

- We got a box that
says different.

- That's not gonna
do a damn thing.

- Yeah, we'll see.

Okay, you gave us the message.

Let Hector go.
- No use now.

Me being in here has
cooked through him.

You humans are so soft.

To be honest,
given what's coming

for all of mankind, I'd say
ol' Hector here got off easy.

Long live the queen.

- Where are we?
- I'm still titrating

the different essences,

trying to find the
optimal blend for each.

This magic is complex.

- Hmm.

I thought we put you
in this flesh sack

because he was good at this.
- He is.

- Now, I know this
won't hurt you,

but I'm happy to go
poke your real body

in all the right juicy places.

Move faster.

The dig has begun.

- It'll be ready. I promise.

- That's the spirit.

- Well... if you're
here that means

our little friends found Hector.

- Do they now? Good.

Time to make a
little trade then.

- If Dad is still alive,
he doesn't have much time.

There was a lot of blood,
Losi, and not just on this bag.

- Mary, you act
like he hasn't lost

a pint or two in his day.

- I found something.

Our box has a name.

They call it the Ostium.

- Oh. Latin for an
opening in the body.

What, didn't any of you guys
ever go to Sunday School?

So is that thing organic?

Is it a mouth or...
any other kind of hole?

- Let's just stick
with a mouth, please.

- So this box eats monsters?

- I don't know.

"Ostium" and a date
are printed on it,

but the rest of the report is
filled with a bunch of files,

and I can't make
out the handwriting.

These notes were either written
by a doctor or a five-year-old.

- No, no, no, no.
This can't be right.

- What is it?
- It's my dad's handwriting.

- Can you read it?
- I don't know. I mean...

- Hey. Figure out what you can.

My dad was staying
at a motel nearby,

so I'm gonna head over there
and see what I can figure out.

- Oh. I-I'll drive.

- Let her go. She
needs to kick that tire

and we need your
eyes on these pages.

- Okay, some of this
I-I can make out,

but other parts, it's like
they're not even real words.

- That's because they're not.

It's shorthand. Like
a court stenographer.

I read something about it
in a Men of Letters book

here at the clubhouse.

A ledger that had
an abbreviation key.

- Your dad was an initiate.

Part of paying his dues was
taking notes in meetings.

With your eyes and Lata having
the key to the shorthand,

maybe we can piece together

what your dad was
trying to write about.

- I think I might know
someone who can read this

faster than I can.

- I know what you're
thinking and you're wrong.

- You always think I'm wrong.

- And I'm usually right
about that, so listen to me.

It's not your fault.

I was gonna be a
rock star, Mare.

My mom and dad told me so.

You see, I know you know that
ghouls k*lled my parents,

but I never told you

why they were in
Phoenix to begin with.

I asked them for a new guitar.

I begged them for it for months.

And I was relentless. I
mean, you can imagine.

So they took a gig.

It was a corporate party,
and they hated them,

but the money was too good.

So I went back to the
motel, and I waited.

And I waited.

But I never saw them again.

Carlos, that isn't...

Your fault.

- Yeah. I know that now.

But it took me a
little while to realize

that the only people
responsible for k*lling

my parents were those ghouls.

- So how did you
let go of the guilt?

- I didn't.

I'm sorry; I know I'm
supposed to rally you here,

but we both know that
I am a terrible liar.

- How did you cope?

- By getting revenge.

Tracked down the monsters
that k*lled my parents

and erased all but two of them.

I'll eventually find
them. But until then...

We're gonna find the
Akrida and make them pay

for even laying a
finger on your dad.

- It's part stenographer
shorthand and part...

- Code.

Okay. This'll get
us halfway there.

- And we'll handle
the other half.

I'll be damned.

For a so-called Man of Letters,

Henry never met a consonant or
a vowel he couldn't butcher.

I could always read
your dad's writing

because I knew the context...

Shopping lists, bills paid...

Love letters.

- I don't think we
need to unpack...

- Hey. You asked me here.

If I'm gonna help you, I
need to know what's going on.

- We're trying to save mankind.

- What?

You're kidding, right?

Your father's chicken scratch
is the key to saving the world?

- If you can decipher
it, then yes.

Great. No pressure.

- Well, that was the cleanest
motel Dad's ever left behind.

- Probably wasn't
there that long.

Thinking maybe we should
double back to the radio tower,

see if there's
an...

Oh, damn it.

The cops.

Okay. I need
you to do me a favor.

I need you to reach
under the seat

with an open mind and
take the little baggie

that's under there and hide it.

I don't care where.

Just do it.

Afternoon, officer.
Love the sunglasses.

What seems to be the problem?

- Figured it was
time we finally met.

- Easy, Officer Mustache,
that's fine polyester

you're laying your
dirty fingers on.

- Don't worry.

Your friend is just gonna
have a little time-out

while us two girls have a chat.

- Don't do anything stupid, kid.

- What did you do to my father?

- He's alive... for now.

- If you want to k*ll
the woman in this body,

knock yourself out.

I'll keep on rockin'
with or without Roxy.

Be a shame to ruin
such a beauty, though,

don't you think?

- What do you want?
- The Ostium.

- You want a box
that can k*ll you?

That box can't k*ll me.

Nothing of this Earth
can k*ll yours truly.

- Then what do you want with it?

- Not your concern.

Look, you're out of moves,
and we both know it.

So listen carefully.

There is a phone booth
on Halstead and Maple.

That phone is gonna ring

at 10:00 p.m.
tonight on the dot.

You're gonna take that
call and get instructions

on where to go for the exchange.

Your dad for the box.

- You really think
I'm gonna trust you?

- Honey, I don't
care if you trust me.

But if you want your daddy
back in working order,

you're gonna do like I say.

- I didn't mean what I
said about your glasses.

Hey, you okay?
- Mm-hmm.

- What does she want?
- The box

in exchange for my dad
if he's even still alive.

- Well, good thing
I put a hex bag

in the back of that cruiser.

We just need the right
spell to track them.

- You can cast that spell?

- Of course not.

But our sweet little
Samantha Stevens, Ada, can.

I mean, look, this is
obviously some sort of trap.

But if we can trap them,
we can get the drop

on Queen Roxy.
- And get revenge.

- Roxy has my dad.

- But we have an insane
idea on how to get him back.

- How insane are we talking?

- Certifiable with
a side of sassy.

Do you know how to
track a hex bag?

- If I know the
ingredients of the bag,

then yeah, I can track it.

- Well, can you do it
before 10:00 tonight?

That's when Roxy wants to
trade my dad for the box.

- That's gotta be a trap, right?

- Which is why we gotta
find Roxy before the drop

and get this Ostium
working before we leave.

- Oh.

I'm sorry.

I just needed a break
from that handwriting

and those kids.

How do you put up with them?

- I let them pretend
to be in charge.

And I drink.

- Henry never brought
me for a tour.

I didn't even know
this place existed.

- Henry talked
about you and John.

- Anything good?

- All of it good.

He did worry what his vocation
was doing to his marriage.

- Oh, here I thought

he didn't worry
about that at all.

- It's the only reason
he wanted to separate.

Thought it'd be better
for you and John.

- Would have been nice to
have heard that at the time.

- I said as much.

I said, "If I had what you
had, I would never let it go."

But, you know, Henry was...
- Stubborn.

- I was going to use a
bit more colorful wording.

- Seeing John here, it's
like history repeating.

I can't lose him
the way I did Henry.

- John isn't closed
off the way Henry was.

Now, if he could just...
- Let go of his anger.

- Yes.

- John told me about your son.

- Tony.

- How's he doing?
- We're a work in progress.

I'm making up for mistakes,

and he is learning to
let go of his anger.

Boys.

- Boys.

I'm still new to all this.

So how does this
locator spell work?

- Plants break the earth
to reach for the Sun.

This one, though, will
reach for the hex bag

Carlos put in the cop car.

Excresco.

- Fascinating.

According to what
Millie deciphered,

the Ostium doesn't
k*ll monsters.

It transports them.
- Where?

- I'm not sure yet.

But there's good news here.

The Akrida are an invading force

that act as one.

They infiltrate, wipe
out all signs of life,

and take over whole
worlds as their own.

- You and I have
very different ideas

about good news.
- The good news

is that the Akrida all share
a connection to their queen.

It's similar to
a colony of ants.

Using the box on the queen

will cut the connection
to the colony.

They can't survive
without their queen.

- We take out the queen

we take them all
out in one sh*t?

- So we use the Ostium

to boot the queen
to God knows where.

The rest of the
Akrida are toast.

Mary's dad and
the day are saved.

Carlos, what's wrong?
That's good news.

- Y-yeah.

It's just that, you
know, once we do that,

uh, Mary's done with hunting

and our band is splitting up.

No more Crosby, Stills,
Nash, and Young.

- I'm gonna miss us.

- Hey, guys, you
gotta come see this.

- Plant marks the spot.

- Wait, we were just there.
- That's where we found

the last person the
Akrida were targeting.

You know, where Mary got stung?

- So what are the
Akrida doing there?

- If this is where
the Akrida has my dad,

we can save him.

We just gotta get this
box working first.

So where are we?
- Nowhere, I'm afraid.

And by the time we
get through all this,

Tricky d*ck will be
in his second term.

- Well, when you
put it like that,

the Akrida taking over
doesn't seem half bad.

Unless Nixon's an Akrida.

- Clock's ticking.

The meet with Roxy's
in a couple hours.

- Look, there is
something useful here.

I know it. Okay? We
just need to find it.

- I think maybe we already have.

- What do you mean?
- I came across this earlier.

I thought it was crazy.

But that was before I
watched Ada transform

a plant into a compass.
Here, see for yourself.

- Okay.

It looks like instructions to
some kind of spirit session.

Sounds like some kind of séance.

- What if we don't
have to keep looking

through Henry's notes?

What if we can just ask him?

- You want to talk to Dad?

- I told you it was crazy.

- Ada, Lata, do you actually
think this could work?

- Yeah. According
to Henry's notes,

we just need an object with
an emotional connection

between the living and the dead.

- The stronger the connection,

the more likely the contact.

- So we just need an object
connecting one of you to Henry.

- Not to endorse an
institution I abhor,

but have you thought about
maybe your old wedding ring?

- That'd be great. If
only I hadn't sold it

to fix the hydraulic
lift at the garage.

Sorry.
- What about you?

- Well, that depends.

Does it say that
you have to have

good feelings connected
to the object?

- No.

Only that the feelings
have to be strong.

- Yeah.

Yeah, I have something.

I just need to go get it.

- I'll get word to Roxy.

It won't be long now.

- Dad got it for me
when I was a kid.

I used to listen to
the song it played

every night before bed.

- "As Time Goes By."
It was our song.

I didn't even know
you still had that.

- After he left, I
used to play the song.

I thought that if
I kept playing it,

then maybe he'd come back.

And when I realized he wouldn't,

I, um... I got angry,
and I broke it.

It hasn't worked since.

- John, I'm so sorry.

- Don't be.

Okay? Not if it helps
us find your dad.

So what do we do next?

- Well, according
to Henry's notes,

the object will act as a conduit

between you and him
in the spirit realm.

- The connection
itself, however,

has to be created
by your emotions.

You need to reach out
and share them with him

openly and honestly.

That's the only way the
divide between the two realms

can be connected.

- Will the rest of him be
able to talk to him too?

- Once the connection is made.

But we don't know how
long it's going to last.

So you need to get
as much information

about the Ostium as
quickly as possible.

- Hey, it's not like
we have 15 years

we'd like to catch up on.

- Are you ready?

- No.

Let's do this.

Amate spiritus
obscure, te quaerimus.

Te oramus, nobiscum colloquere,

apud nos circita.

Amate spiritus
obscure, te quaerimus.

Te oramus, nobiscum colloquere,

apud nos circita.

Amate spiritus
obscure, te quaerimus.

Te oramus, nobiscum colloquere,

apud nos circita.

Amate spiritus obscure...

- What happened?
- Did everyone see the candles?

- I don't want to
be a Debbie Downer,

but I think it was just a draft.

- I'm afraid it didn't work.

- Why not? Hmm?

I thought about my dad
like you asked me to.

- I'm so sorry.
I-I don't know.

John...

- Hey.

- Guess I shouldn't be
surprised he didn't show up.

He never came to my
baseball games either.

- John, I...

I can't imagine how
hard it must have been,

you being so young when he left.

It's understandable
that you're angry.

- Truthfully?

I'm just surprised
I didn't break

that music box sooner.

- Why? What do you mean?

- Well, before he left,

after he'd tuck me in,

I would hear him
and my mom fight.

I could never...

I could never hear
what about, but, um...

I could hear them say my name.

So I would, uh, crank
the motor on that box

over and over and
over just trying

to drown out the noise.

Most of the time it
worked, except...

I still knew they were
fighting about me.

- You didn't just
smash the music box

because you were
angry at your dad.

You were also angry at yourself.

- Maybe if I could
have been, uh,

better or smarter,
I don't know...

maybe he wouldn't have left.

- You were just a kid.

Your dad leaving
is not your fault.

- Then tell me why
it feels like it is?

- You should listen
to her, sport.

It wasn't your fault.

It was mine.

- Look at you.

You got so big.

- I-I can't believe
I'm talking to you.

I-I am, right? I'm
not imagining this?

- You were honest
with your feelings.

Must be why it finally worked.

- So who's your friend?

- Uh... Dad, this is Mary.

- Hi, Mr. Winchester.

- Your mother, is she, uh...
- I'll go get her.

Listen,
son, there's so much.

I need to explain why I left.

- Look, Dad, we don't
have time for that.

We need your help.
- My help?

- The Akrida.

They're back.

You need to get the Ostium.

It's the only thing...
- No, we-we already have it.

Okay, we know it's some
kind of magical portal,

but it's broken.
- Broken? That's unlikely.

But it may need to be recharged.

- Are you telling
me, this whole time,

all we had to do was plug it in?

- It's not that simple.

The energy source
doesn't simply give

the Ostium its power.

It also determines
where the portal opens

so the Akrida will be
sent back to their world

where the only ones they
can hurt are themselves.

- Okay, so this...
This energy source...

I mean, tell me
the Men of Letters

still have some.

- We were each given
a piece to hide

in case of an emergency
just like this.

- Where'd you hide it here?
- Not here.

Back home.

There's a jasmine vine
I planted years ago.

- On the side of the garage.

It's still there.

- I had a feeling
it'd be safe there.

Your mom always hated
going near that thing.

How is she?

- Well, she's not too happy I
got in the monster business.

But, um, she's coming around.

- Well, I'm glad.

This is a dangerous world
you've stepped into.

You watch out for
yourself and your mom.

I'm proud of you, son.

- Thank you.

Dad?
- Son, I'm right here.

- Henry.
- Millie.

Know that I love you.

Both of you.

- Dad...

- So the energy
source is a rock?

- Not just any rock.

Look at the density
and the strange pits.

I think this is where
the Akrida are from.

- Another world?
- Another universe.

I don't know. But
it's definitely not

from around here.

- Maybe that's how it directs
the portal like my dad said.

Tells it where to open.

- Okay.

Let's save my dad.

- I don't see any
scuttling inside.

I mean, if this is really
the Akrida's new roach motel,

they're doing a really good
job of keeping it a secret.

- They're in there somewhere.
We just have to find them.

- So what's the plan?

- Split up. Cover more ground.

We have to find my dad
and we have to find Roxy.

We take her out, the
Akrida are toast.

- Be careful not to use the
box before you find her.

We don't know how many
monsters that thing can handle

before it goes dead
like it did last time.

- This might be a
stupid question,

but, um, how exactly
are we supposed to know

the queen when we see her?

- Look for a crown, I guess.

- Right.

- Perfect.

Remember, these are innocent
people we're fighting,

so you have to use
demon possession rules.

- I got this, Campbell.

- No.

Break 'em,
shake 'em, and move on.

- Argh!
- Ahh!

Okay.

- Hey, you okay?
- Yeah.

Yeah.

- Ahh!

- No sign of Samuel anywhere.

What is this place?

- Looks like some kind of lab.

Carlos, look.

- Now, I've never seen
monster essence before,

but if I had to guess, it
probably looks like that.

- We need something
to break the glass.

- Lata. Come on.

Come on. Move, move,
move, move, move.

Go.

- That can't be good, right?

- Tomorrow's problem.

We need to get out of
here and find Samuel.

- Hello. Where's she going?

And what's in that case?
- I don't know.

Maybe we should follow her.

- We can't leave everyone.

- I'm gonna need the two of you
to get out of the van, please.

- I hope he has
dental insurance.

Excuse me, officer, would
you mind repeating that?

- I said... oh!

- Ahh!

- I warned you.

Stray from the plan and
your father is dead.

And I always keep my promises.

- So do I.

- Why didn't that one fall?

- Maybe your dad's
notes were wrong.

- Or maybe Roxy
wasn't the queen.

Okay. Time to go. Time to go.

Go, go, go, go!

I don't think that
door's gonna hold.

- There's no way out.

- This a normal night for you?

- Since I was a kid, yeah.

- Dad?

Hey, kiddo.

- Dad.

- Let's not make
her wait any longer.

We're going to make
you strong again.

And then you'll
bring the others.

And we can make this
world our own...

My queen.