Fallen Idols

The Impala drives along an empty road and Sam says "So— he chuckles "—what's with this job?" Dean says "Dude suffers a head-on collision in a parked car? I'd say that's worth checking out." Sam says "Yeah, definitely, uh, but, uh, we got bigger problems, don't you think?" Sarah says "I'm sure the apocalypse'll still be there when we get back." A pause and Sam says "Right, yeah, but I mean, if—if the Colt is really out there somewhere—" Dean asks "Hey, we've been looking for three weeks, we got bupkis." Sam says "Okay. But Dean...I mean, if we're gonna—ice the Devil—" Dean interrupts and says "This is what we're doing! Okay? End of discussion." Sarah remains silent and Sam looks away and sighs. A long pause "It's just that this is our first real case, back at it together. You know, I, I think we oughta ease into it, put the training wheels back on." Sam asks "So you think I need training wheels." Dean says "No, 'we'. 'We' need training wheels, you, Sarah and me as a team. Okay?" Sam nods, "Okay." Dean says "Man, I really want this to be a fresh start, you know? For the three of us." The three of them looks at each and then Sam and Sarah nods and Sam says "Okay."

Inside the Sheriff's Department daytime, Dean, Sarah and Sam, wearing suits, show their FBI badges to the Sheriff and Dean says "Agents Bonham, Jones and Copeland" The Sheriff shakes their hands "Rick Carnegie, Good to know ya. So you're here on account of Cal Hawkins' death?" Sam says "That's right." Carnegie says "Well, 'fraid you came a long way for nothing. We already booked the guy that did it." Sarah, Sam and Dean frown at each other Sarah says "I'm sorry; who do you think did it?"

In the Interview Room, Sarah, Sam, Dean and Carnegie are sitting at a table, watching the video that Jim recorded, Jim on the Video says "Cal? Is something wrong?" The video shows Cal's head smashed into the windshield "Oh my God, Cal. Cal!" The video cuts to static and Carnegie shakes his head, then switches off the TV. He drops the remote on the table and turns to Sarah, Sam and Dean "Sicko taped his own handiwork." The three of them looked confused and Sam says "I don't follow." Carnegie says "It was Jim Grossman that killed Cal." Dean says "Wait, what?" Carnegie says "Well, he was the only one on the scene for miles." Sarah says "They were best friends." Carnegie says "Most violent crimes are committed by someone close to the victim." Dean asks "And how exactly did Jim slam Cal into a windshield with all the force of an eighty-mile-per-hour crash?"

Carnegie blinks, "Drugs, maybe?" Dean raises his eyebrows "Look, you know this ain't brain surgery, boys! Girl!" Whatever it looks like, that's what it usually is. It's simple." Dean says "Simple. Right." Dean glances over his shoulder at Sam and Sarah, Sam says "Right. Um, if you don't mind, we'd like to speak to Jim Grossman anyway."

Inside Jim's Cell Daytime, Sam and Sarah sitting at a table across from Jim and Dean stands behind them and Jim says "I was in the house when it happened, I didn't even see it." Dean says "For argument's sake, say we believe you." Jim asks "Why would you? The cops didn't." Sarah says "Well we're not your typical cops." Sam says "Please, just tell us what you saw." Jim says "It's not what I saw, it's what I heard. Tires squealing, glass breaking." Jim sighs "It was the car that did it." Sarah, Dean and Sam raise their eyebrows and Sam says "The Car?" Jim says "I mean, I heard about the curse, but, I just thought it was a load of crap." Sarah says "Curse, what do you—what do you mean, curse?" Jim says "The car, Little Bastard." Dean says "Li—Little Bastard? As in the Little Bastard?" Sam says "Wait, wait, wait, wait, uh, what's Little Bastard?" Dean says "It's James Dean's car, It's the one he was killed in." Jim says "Yeah, that's the one. Cal had been looking for it for years. I mean, hell, we both had. But he found it first." Dean leans closer to Sam and Sarah "Oh, we are definitely checking this out."

Inside Garage Daytime, Dean walks around and inspects Little Bastard with awe, careful not to touch and the windshield is bloodstained and has a piece missing where Cal's head was. Sam asks "So, what, this is, like, Christine?" Dean shakes his head "Christine is fiction. This—This is real." Sam says "Okay, Enlighten us." Dean says "Well after James Dean died, his mechanic—bought the wreckage, and he fixed it up and it repaid him by...Falling on him, and Tony McHenry was killed when it locked up on the racetrack. I mean, death follows this car around like exhaust nobody's ever seen it since, I'm telling you, guys , if this—if this car is Little Bastard, I will bet you dollars to donuts it's what killed the guy." Sarah asks "So how do we find out?" Dean says "Cal matched the VIN number, but the only real way to know is the engine number." Sam nods "I'm guessing the engine number��?" Dean says "On the engine. Yeah."

Dean, Sarah and Sam have their jackets off and sleeves rolled up and are staring at Little Bastard with trepidation and Sam asks "You want me to do it?" Dean says "No. ...No, no, I've—I've got it. Dean addresses Little Bastard "Okay, baby. I'm not gonna hurt you, so...don't hurt me." Dean lies down on a roller board with a pencil in his mouth, then rolls himself under the car so his eyes are level with a number printed on the engine. He reads the number when the car shudders and Dean panics, looking around. Sam appears on the ground next to the car "Need a flashlight?" Dean startles "No. Don't...do anything, just go away." Sam asks "You—uh, okay." Dean says "Don't speak. All right? In fact, don't even look at her, she might not like it." Sam stands up and joins Sarah, Dean holds a piece of paper up to the engine's number. The car shudders again and Dean hesitates, then cautiously takes a rubbing of the number on the piece of paper with the pencil. He slides out from under the car, exhaling deeply, then stands up quickly. Dean composes himself, then hands Sam the number.

Dean says "Find out who owned it. Not just the last owner, you gotta take it all the way back to nineteen-fifty-five." Sam says "That's a lot of research." Dean says "Well, I guess I just made your afternoon." Sam stares, Sarah and Dean sighs and walks away. Inside Green Dragon Tavern Daytime, Dean and Sarah sits at the bar and drinking beers and they was having a conversation when Sarah's phone rings and she answers and says "Hey." Sam says "Hey Took me awhile, but I traced all the car's previous owners." Sam is sitting at his laptop, piles of paper spread around "Any of 'em die bloody?" Sam says "Nope. In fact—" Sarah gives the phone to Dean and Someone near them breaks a triangle of pool balls. Sam hears this and asks "Sarah,Dean are you in a bar?" Dean says "No, we—we're—we're in a restaurant." The Bartender returns and places Sarah and Dean's beers on the bar and says "Here's your beer."

Dean and Sarah says "Thanks, That happens to have a bar." Sam says "I've been working my ass off here." Dean says "Hey, world's smallest violin, pal, I spent the afternoon up Christine's skirt. I needed a drink." Sam says "Actually, you didn't." Dean says "Meaning?" Sam says "Actually, you didn't." Dean says "Meaning?" Sam says "The car's first owner was a cardiologist in Philadelphia; drove it 'til he died in nineteen-seventy-two." Dean asks "Well then what was it that killed the guy?" Sam says "Good question."

Inside an Office, A man Mr Hill, sits at his desk, doing some paperwork. A maid Consuela comes to the door "Okay Mister Hill, I finish." Hill says "Thank you, Consuela. Have a good night." Consuela miles, nods, and leaves and Hill returns to his paperwork and sighs, but is surprised when his breath condenses in front of him. He hears a creak behind him, turns, and stop "Oh my God, It's you." Hill stands "You're dead. You're supposed to be dead." Abraham Lincoln snarls, teeth bared, and steps from the shadows, advancing on Hill, who backs away "No. No, no, no." Lincoln suddenly appears right in front of Hill and picks him up by the throat. Lincoln begins to strangle Hill a large splatter of blood hits a framed copy of the Emancipation Proclamation hanging on the wall.

In the Office, Daytime A police forensic squad is investigating and photographing the scene. Carnegie is giving orders as Sarah, Dean and Sam enters "I want you to use a, a fine-tooth comb. The evidence is here, we just gotta find it." Dean says "Heard you got another weird one." Carnegie says "Uh, well, it's a—it's a little strange on the surface, I admit, but, uh...you know, once you—you look at the facts..." Sam says "William Hill died from a gunshot wound to the head. No gun, no gunpowder, no bullet." Dean and Sarah shrugs and Sarah says "Nope, Nothing strange about that." Carnegie says "Well there's gotta be a reasonable explanation. There always is." Dean asks "Well what's your reasonable explanation?" Carnegie looks around cautiously for a moment and whispers "Professional killer." Sam says "Come again." Carnegie says "Well, CIA, NSA, one o' them trained assassins, like in Michael Clayton." Sarah, Sam and Dean all but gape at Carnegie "Right." Dean looks at both Sarah and Sam "You're welcome to look around, but—but these guys don't leave fingerprints." Sarah asks "Mind if we talk with the witness?" Carnegie says "Be my guest She's not making any sense! And she's not making any sense in Spanish either." Dean nods slowly "Right."

Outside the House, Consuela is sitting on a wooden bench, wrapped in a blanket, talking to a Police Officer and sobbing, Sarah, Sam and Dean come outside and walk over to her. Consuela says "No puedo vivir aquí. Necesito mi familia. Me voy ahora. Me voy a la casa. No—me voy a la casa en El Salvador ahora." Dean says "Consuela Alvarez?" Consuela says "Yes?" Dean says "FBI." The three of them show their badges. The Police Officer leaves, Dean says "Now, uh, you said you saw something in the professor's house. Right? Something in the window?" Consuela says "Estaba sacando la basura. Imiré por la ventana y vi al hombre que mató al Señor Hill!" Sam kneels in front of her and asks "Uh, Señora Alvarez. Cálmese, por favor. Uh—" Sam looks at Dean and Sarah thinking "Uh, díganos lo que vio?" Dean and Sarah both grin. Dean says "Nice." Sam says "Freshman Spanish." Sam shrugs, Consuela says "Era alto. Muy alto. Y llevaba el abrigo negro largo y tenía bigotes." Sam glances between Sarah, Dean and Consuela as he translates "Okay, uh, a tall man, very tall. With a long black coat and a— Sam gestures at his chin "A beard?" Consuela nods and she says "Y un sombrero." Dean says "Dude was wearing a sombrero?" Sam says "Uh, a hat, not a—a—" Sam gestures near his head "No, no, no, un sombrero alto."

Sam asks "A tall hat?"Sarah says "Oh, like a top hat." Consuela says "Un sombrero alto." Consuela gestures above her head "Muy alto!" Dean asks "What, you mean like a—like a stovepipe hat." He imitates her gesture "Si." Dean says "Oh yeah, like Abraham Lincoln." Sam shrugs, Consuela starts sobbing again "Sí. El Presidente Lincoln." Sarah, Sam and Dean trade confused looks "Abraham Lincoln kill Mister Hill!" She cries again and Dean says "Huh." Consuela says "S-so I go home now?" Sam says "Uh, sí. Gracias." Dean and Sarah says "Gracias." Sam turns and frowns at Dean and Sarah as Consuela leaves.

Inside the Nite Owl Motel Daytime, Sam, Sarah and Dean sit at the table, all three of them on a laptop, Sam brings up a webpage and Dean is rewatching the video of Cal's death and he notices something and frowns, then pauses the video and backs up a few frames until a figure in a red jacket appears reflected in the chrome of a car wheel and says "Whoa." Sam says "What?" Sarah looks up as well, Dean goes back and forth between adjacent frames; the figure is present in one but not the other. He picks up the laptop and turns it around so that they both can see and Dean says "It's a freeze-frame from Jim Grossman's video." Sam and Sarah looks at it "Am I crazy, or does that look like James Dean?" Sarah says "That looks like James Dean." Dean sets the laptop back in front of himself "So we got Abraham Lincoln, and James Dean?" Sam frowns "Famous ghosts?" Sam says "Maybe." Dean says "Well that's just silly." Sam says "No, actually, uh, there is a ton of lore on famous ghosts. More than the, you know, not-famous kinds. I'm actually surprised we haven't run into one before." Sarah says "Yeah, but now we got two of 'em? Two extremely pissed-off ghosts?" Sam says "Who are apparently ganking their fans."

Dean asks "What do you mean?" Sam reads off the webpage "Professor Hill was a Civil War nut. He dug Lincoln." Dean says "And Cal must've been a James Dean freak. He spent seventeen years of his life tracking down the guy's car." Sam raises his eyebrows knowingly "So you're saying we've got two super-famous, super-pissed-off ghosts killing their...super-fans?" Sam shrugs "That's what it looks like." Dean says "Well, that is muchos loco." Sam grins "Muy." Dean looks up "Not 'muchos'." Dean says "Yeah, well, the big question is, what the hell are they doing here?" Sam says "Yeah. Ghosts usually haunt the places they live. I mean, I, I get Abraham Lincoln at the White House—" Sarah says "And James Dean at a race track, but...what the hell are they doing in Canton?"

Sam is still working on his laptop while Dean stands by the sink, drinking a can of soda and Sarah is sitting on the bed and Sam stops typing and frowns "You gotta be kidding me." Dean says "What?" They both walk over and reads the screen "You gotta be kidding me." Wax Museum Daytime, Sarah, Sam and Dean walk through the wax museum, checking out the figures. Sam walks past John F. Kennedy, Sarah walks passed Richard Nixon, then stops at Abraham Lincoln. Dean frowns at Gandhi "Dude, he's short." Sam says "Hey. Gandhi was a great man." Dean says "Yeah, for a Smurf." The Museum Owner comes down the stairs at a half-jog, slightly out of breath. He is wearing a leather jacket "Sorry to keep you waiting, this is our busiest time of the year." Dean looks around at the empty rooms "This is busy?" Owner says "Well, not right now, but it's early." Dean says "It's four-thirty." Owner asks "So, what can I do for you?" Sarah says "Uh, well, we are writing a piece for Travel Magazine." Dean says "Yeah, on how, uh, totally non-sucky wax museums are."

Owner says "That's fantastic. A little press, just what we need." Sam says "Great. Well we're interested in a few of your exhibits, specifically Abraham Lincoln and, uh, James Dean." Owner says "Two of our most popular displays." Sam says "Oh yeah? So they bring in a lot of visitors?" Owner says "Yeah, we have our regulars." Dean asks "I don't suppose that, uh, William Hill and Cal Hawkins were regulars, were they?" The Owner nods "As a matter of fact, they were. Yeah, I heard what happened to them. It's tragic, just tragic. Oh—you—that's not gonna be in the article, is it?" Sam says "No. No, no. 'Course not." Sarah says "You know, I gotta tell you, that—that Lincoln is so lifelike, I mean, you—I mean, you can just imagine him moving around. You ever see anything like that?" The Owner frowns "Uh...no." Sarah says "No?" Sam says "Well, um, is there anything you could think of that would make your museum...unusual? You know, for the article?"

Owner says "Well, I'll say. There isn't another place like us, not anywhere." Dean asks "How So?" Owner says "Well, for one, that's Honest Abe's real hat." The Owner points to Lincoln, Sam asks "It is?" Dean says "Almost like his remains." Dean looks pointedly at Sam and Sarah, The Owner frowns "Uh...I guess?" Dean grins and Sam asks "You wouldn't happen to have any of James Dean's personal effects, would you?" Owner says "Ooh, yeah. Got his keychain. We got a bunch of stuff, uh, Gandhi's bifocals, FDR's iron lung. This." The Owner indicates the leather jacket he's wearing and Sam frowns "And who did that belong to?" Owner says "The Fonz. Seasons two through four!" The Owner does a double thumbs-up, grinning "W-wow. Yeah, that's—that's really cool...ish." The Owner says "This? This is nothing. I've been working on a new collection of figures. Stuff that'll really wow the kids." Dean asks "The Kids?" Owner says "Yeah, Gen Y." Dean nods "Computer games, cell phones, sexting." Dean raises his eyebrows and the owner scoffs "They're just fads. I'm gonna make wax museums hip again." The Owner grins and gives his double thumbs-up again. Dean and Sarah chuckles and Sam returns the thumbs-up.

Outside the Motel, Sam pens the trunk of the Impala, takes out a shotgun and loads it with shells of rock salt, then puts the loaded shotgun back in and closes the lid. He goes back into their room. Inside the Motel room nighttime, Dean is talking on his cell phone, facing away from the door and Sarah is in the bathroom Dean says "Yeah, Abraham Lincoln and James Dean, can you believe that? ...Why so kill-crazy? Ah, maybe the apocalypse has got 'em all hot and bothered. Yeah, well, we all know whose fault that is. ...Well I'm sorry, but it's true." Sam frowns, then pushes the door shut, causing Dean to spin around "I'll call you later. Bye." He hangs up and turns to Sam and Sam asks "What's going on?" Sarah comes out of the bathroom and Dean says "Did you get the trunk packed up?" Sam says "Yeah, trunk's packed. Who was on the phone?" Dean says "Bobby." Sam says "And?" Dean shakes his head "Nothing." Sam says "So we're just gonna pretend I didn't hear what I just heard?" Dean shrugs "Pretend or don't pretend. Whatever floats your boat." Dean picks up his jacket and Sam says "This was supposed to be a fresh start, Dean." Dean says "Well, this is about as fresh as it gets. Now are we going or not?" Dean walks to the door, opens it, and leaves, Sarah looks at Sam and smiles a little and he smiles back and they after a few seconds sighs, and follows him.

Inside the Wax Museum Nighttime, Sam, Sarah and Dean walk through the museum, past Gandhi. Dean approaches Lincoln and takes off his hat as Sam fetches a metal trash can. Sam and Sarah turns around to find Dean wearing Lincoln's hat, Dean says "Check it out." Dean lowers his voice, imitating Lincoln "Four score and seven years ago, I had a funny hat." Sarah says "Dean." Sarah and Sam sighs, Sam puts the trash can down, holding his hand out for the hat "We can't have any fun with this?" Dean takes the hat off and tosses it into the trash can "Let's just torch the objects, torch the ghosts, get outta here. Okay?" Sarah says "I'll go grab East of Eden's keychain." Sarah and Dean walks into the next room, Sam scans the room. He looks at Lincoln, then narrows his eyes and leans in closer. The double doors Dean and Sarah went through slam shut. Sam spins around "Dean, Sarah?" Sam goes over to the doors, shotgun in hand "Dean,Sarah?" Sam tries the door handles but the doors won't budge. He notices his breath condensing in front of him and spins around, shotgun held at the ready and he looks from Lincoln to Gandhi and back again as he creeps forward slowly. Sam hears a creak to his left and he turns the shotgun flies out of his hands. Defenseless, Sam stands still for a second and Gandhi leaps onto his back.

Gandhi wraps his arms around Sam's neck but he slams him into the wall and Gandhi falls off. He gets up and they circle around each other, then Gandhi scrambles under Sam's legs and jumps on his back again. Sam throws himself backwards and crashes through a table, and Gandhi lets go momentarily but jumps on Sam's back a third time and begins to strangle him just as Sarah and Dean bursts through the double doors "Dean,Sarah." Dean asks "Is that Gandhi?" Sam says "Yeah." Dean says "Dude, he's squirrelly." Sam says "Get the—" Gandhi elbows Sam in the chest, winding him. Sam indicates Gandhi's wax figure with a shake of his head and Dean runs over to it "Do it!" Dean asks "Get the what?" Sam says "Glasses." Sam begins to gasp and choke, running out of oxygen. Dean grabs the glasses off the Gandhi wax figure and runs over to the trash can and he throws them in, squirts lighter fluid on them and finally lights them on fire with a match. Gandhi disappears, and Sam gasps for air Sarah says "You couldn't have been a fan of someone cool?" Sam stares Dean says "Really? Gandhi?"

Inside the Motel Daytime, Dean and Sarah grabs their clothes out of a drawer and shoves them in their bags "Ready to blow this joint?" Sam comes out of the bathroom, zipping up his toiletries bag "Dean and Sarah, didn't it strike you as strange the way Gandhi just...vanished?" Dean asks "Strange how?" Sam says "No screaming, no big flame-out, I mean, that isn't the way ghosts usually go." Dean says "Still, I torched, he vanished." Sam says "Yeah, but I—" Sam sighs "Also, I feel like he was...trying to take a bite out of me." Sarah says "A bite?" Sam says "Yeah, like he was hungry. But the thing is, Gandhi—or, the real Gandhi—he was a—" Dean says "A what?" Sam hesitates "He was a fruitarian." Dean stares at Sam then laughs, Dean says "Let me get this straight. Your, uh, ultimate hero was not only a short man in diapers, but he was also a fruitarian?" Sam says "That's not the point."

Dean says "That is good. That is—even for you, that is good." Sam says "Look, I'm just saying, I'm not so sure this thing is over." Dean spreads his arms, "It was a ghost. It was a weirdly super-charged fruitarian ghost, but it was still a ghost. Now let's go." Dean and Sarah picks up their bags "That is good. That is—even for you, that is good." Sam says "So first you drag me into town, and now you're dragging me back out." Dean says "You ain't steering this boat. Let's go, chop chop." Dean and Sarah walks towards the door, Sam says "You know, this isn't gonna work." Dean and Sarah stops their both turn around and Dean says "What isn't?" Sam says "Us. You, me, together, I—I thought it could, but it can't." Dean says "You're the one that wanted back in, chief." Sam says "And both of you're the ones who called me back in." Dean says "I still think we got some trust building to do."

Sam asks "How long am I gonna be on double-secret probation?" Dean shrugs "Till I say so." Sam says "Look. I know what I did. What I've done and I am trying to climb out of that hole, I am, but you're not making it any easier." Dean says "So what are we supposed to do, just let you off the hook?" Sam says "No, You can think whatever you want. I deserve it, and worse. Hell, you'll never punish me as much as I'm punishing myself, but the point is, if we're gonna be a team, you and I—it has to be a two-way street." Dean says "So we just go back to the way we were before?" Sam says "No, because we were never that way before. Before didn't work." Dean and Sarah frowns and Sam says "How do you think we got here?" Sarah asks "What's that supposed to mean?" Sam says "Sarah, one of the reasons I went off with Ruby...was to get away from you and Dean." Dean says "What?" Sam says "It made me feel strong. Like I wasn't your kid brother." Dean says "Are you saying this is our fault?" Sam says "No, it's my fault. All I'm saying is that, if we're gonna do this, we have to do it different, we can't just fall into the same rut."

Dean shakes her head, "What do you want us to do?" Sam says "You're gonna have to let me grow up, for starters." Dean cell phones rings He stares at Sam, then puts his bag down and answers it." Dean says "Yeah?" He looks at Sarah and Sam, then away again "Yeah. Yeah, okay." Dean hangs up and says "I guess you were right about this not being over."

Sheriff's Department, Sarah, Sam and Dean , back in suits, walk in and head straight over to Carnegie , who is sitting at a desk Sam says "Sheriff Carnegie?" Dean asks "Sheriff, what happened?" Carnegie says "I, uh, uh..." She shrugs and shakes his head "I don't know!" He indicates the interview room where two Young Women are sitting at the table, crying Dean, Sarah and Sam walk in Sarah says "Excuse us, girls. Hi, we're with the FBI." Sam asks "Can you tell us what happened?" Girl One says "It was horrible!" Girl 2 says "Way horrible." Sam asks "What was Horrible?" Girl One says "I thought she'd be nice!" Girl 2 looks at Girl 1, "I still can't believe it." Dean says "Believe what?"Girl 2 says "She took Danielle!" Sarah asks "Who?" The Girls look at each other Sam says "It's okay, you're safe, just, tell us. Who took your friend?"

Girl Two says "It was...Paris Hilton." Dean, Sarah and Sam stares Sam says "Sorry?" Girl Two says "She looked really good, though." Girl One says "Skinny!" Girl Two says "Skinny and Fast." Girl One says "Mm." Dean says "Uh, um...where did they go?" Girl One shakes her head "We don't know." Girl two says "They just vanished." Dean says "Would you excuse us for just a minute?" He, Sarah and Sam walk back to the doorway and speak just above a whisper Dean asks "Paris Hilton's not dead as far as we know, right?" Sarah says "Pretty sure, no." Dean says "Which means it's not a—" Sam says "Ghost, No." Dean says "So, what? Paris Hilton is a homicidal maniac—" Sam says "Or we missed something." Dean asks "What do you wanna do?"

In the Morgue Daytime, Sam now in blue scrubs, is looking through Cal's file. He reads through the notes and frowns when he finds something, He pulls out Cal's body from the freezer and uses a scalpel to cut open Cal's chest, then pushes his gloved hand inside. There is a squelch and Sam closes his eyes and breathes out "That's right." Sam frowns and pulls his hand out, fingers covered in blood. He holds up two small round things. "What the hell?"

Outside the Coroner's Office Daytime, Sam back in his suit, comes out of the building to meet up with Dean and Sarah, he shakes his head and sighs "I can't believe I missed it." They both stand up and walks with Sarah and Sam back to the Impala, Dean asks "Missed what?" Sam says "Went back over the other two vics. There was blood loss. Major." Sarah says "Oh, well, being a gory smear will do that to you." Sam says "No, I—I mean more blood loss than a—a car crash or a head wound should cause, almost like it—" Dean says "Something's feeding." Sam says "Yeah." Dean says "Awesome." Sam says "And then— Sam takes out a plastic bag "There were these." Dean and Sarah looks at the bag; it contains the two things Sam found and Dean picks up the corner to inspect them closer and asks "What are those, seeds?" Sam says "Yeah, They were in both vics' bellies." Dean takes his hand off the bag quickly "I hope you washed your hands." Sam says "They're unlike any seed I've ever seen before, Dean and Sarah." Sarah says "Wow, just when I thought you couldn't get any geekier." Sarah pats Sam shoulder and gets into the backseat of the Impala.

In the Motel Room Daytime, Sam is on his laptop again, the seeds out of their bag and sitting on the table next to him. Dean and Sarah on the bed using their laptops and Sam grins "Yahtzee." Dean says "What?" Sam says "The seeds aren't from around here. In fact, they're not from any tree or plant in the country." Sarah asks "Where are they from?" Sam says "Eastern Europe. From a forest in the Balkans, which is not even there anymore. It was chopped down, like, thirty years ago." Dean says "So?" Sam says "So, local legend has it that the forest was guarded by a pagan god whose name was Leshi. Um, a mischievous god, could take on infinite forms—" Dean says "And let me guess. He liked to munch on his fans." Sam chuckles "Yep. Could be appeased only with the blood from his worshippers. It would drain 'em, then stuff their stomachs with the seeds." Dean gets up and goes to Sam "So how's he doing it? What, he touches James Dean's keychain and then morphs into James Dean?" Sam says "Hm. It's as good a guess as any." Dean says "Yeah, well, whatever. How do we kill him?" Sam says "Says here to chop off his head with an iron axe." Dean nods "All right. Let's go gank ourselves a Paris Hilton."

Inside the Wax Museum, Sarah, Sam and Dean enters, Dean's carrying an axe, Sam and Sarah carrying a flashlight each, and walk past the now hatless Abraham Lincoln wax model. They split up and search separate rooms. Sam comes across a door with signs on it reading "Sorry for the inconvenience, CLOSED FOR RENOVATIONS" and "DANGER DO NOT ENTER". He whistles and Sarah and Dean meets up with him. They break the latch and open the door, pushing through a plastic sheet to find a room decorated like a clearing in the woods, with a path leading up the middle to a white house with a wax figure of a man in a suit standing on the front porch. Sam notices a Young Woman who is Danielle, standing next to a tree and tied by her wrists to it "Hey." Sam runs over and checks her pulse and Sarah asks "She alive?" Sam says "Yeah. Barely." The Axe flies out of Dean's hands and embeds itself in a tree on the other side of the path. Dean spins around to find Paris Hilton, She grins and punches Dean multiple times in the face, sending him to the ground. She flips her hair as Sarah lunges at her, but she shoves her and sends her flying across the room. He collides with the front wall of the house and falls to the ground, unconscious Sam tries to attack her but it doesn't go to plan and she flings him across the room and he hits another wall and he's unconscious as well, Dean shakes his head and looks up to see the Leshi standing over him "Awesome." She raises her stiletto-clad foot and stomps on Dean's face.

Inside the Woods Room Nighttime, The Leshi sits on a tree stump near the house with another tree stump serving as a table next to her. Laid on it are various knives; she picks one up and begins filing her nails, causing small sparks. Sarah, Dean and Sam are tied to three side-by-side, in the same fashion as Danielle, They wake up one after the other and struggle for a second before they realize where they are "Oh. I'm so glad you're awake for this. This is gonna be huge." Sarah, Sam and Dean look at each other and says "Super. Yeah, I wouldn't wanna miss it." He pulls at his ropes discreetly." Leshi says "I mean, I've been stuffing myself with fast food lately. So it's nice to do the ritual right. Prepare a nice, slow meal for a change." Sam says "Just like the good old days, huh?" Leshi says "You have no idea People adored me. They used to throw themselves at me, with smiles on their faces." Sarah says "Yeah, I guess these days nobody gives a flying crap about some backwoods forest god, huh?" The Leshi stops filing her nails with a threatening glare "No. Not since they cut down my forest and built a Yugo plant."

Dean says "March of progress, sister." Leshi files her nails a few more times "For years now, I've been wandering. Hungry. Scared. Scrounging for scraps. So not sexy." Dean makes a face "But then, the best thing ever happened. She puts the knife down "Someone tripped the apocalypse and I thought, what the hell, I'm tired of watching what I eat. I wanna pig out. So I found this little place. It's awesome. Adoring fans stroll right in the door." Sam says "Yeah. But they're not your fans." Leshi says "So? They worship Lincoln, Gandhi, Hilton...whatever. I'll take what I can get." Dean says "You know, I gotta tell you, you are not the first god we've met, but you are...the nuttiest." Leshi says "No, you, you people, you're the crazy ones. You used to worship gods. But this?" The Leshi indicates her Paris Hilton disguise "This is what passes for idolatry? Celebrities? What have they got besides small dogs and spray tans?" Sam and Sarah frowns, Dean raises his eyebrows, nodding.

Leshi says "You people used to have old-time religion. Now you have Us Weekly." Dean says "I don't know, I'm more of a Penthouse Forum man myself." He winks and clicks his tongue at the Leshi, she gets up and stalks him "Maybe, but...there's still a lot of yummy meat on those bones, boy." Dean says "Well I hate to break it to you, sister, but, uh...you can't eat me. See, I'm not a Paris Hilton BFF. I've never even seen House of Wax." Sam looks at Dean and he frowns, Leshi says "No. But I can totally read your mind, Dean. I know who your hero is. Your daddy. Am I right?" Dean doesn't reply. She smirks and walks over to the tree with the axe embedded in it. When her back is turned, Dean pulls at his ropes again "And this belonged to him. Didn't it? Poor little Dean. All you ever wanted was to be loved by your idol. One distant father figure, coming right up."

She goes to touch the axe when Dean finally pulls his wrist free of the ropes and he sprints across the clearing and tackles the Leshi, to the floor. Both Sarah and Sam pulls desperately at their ropes as the Leshi manages to kneel on top of Dean and punches him repeatedly in the face. Sam and Sarah finally pulls free and dashes over the clearing. Dean gets a punch in and throws the Leshi off him as Sam pulls the axe from the tree. Dean rolls out of the way and Sam brings the axe down five times on the Leshi's neck Her head rolls free of her body and Sam pants n exertion, his face covered in blood. Dean , still on the floor, looks up when Sam and Sarah turns to him and grins, and Dean holds a finger "Not a word." Sarah says "Babes You just got whaled on by Paris Hilton!" Dean says "Shut up." He lies back and grunts in pain, holding his head."

Sarah, Sam and Dean , carrying their bags, are walking to the Impala. Dean is talking on his cell phone "Uh-huh. All right. Thank you." Dean hangs up, "Sheriff Carnegie. Danielle's gonna be all right. She's sworn off The Simple Life, but other than that—" Sarah says "Glad she's okay." Dean says "It gets better. Sheriff's putting out an APB on Paris Hilton." Dean chuckles, "That oughta be good." Dean takes out his keys and opens the trunk of the Impala and they put their bags inside Hey, listen, I was thinking about what you said yesterday. About me keeping too tight of a leash on you." Sam looks at him, "Hell, maybe you're right. I mean, look, I'm not exactly Mister Innocent in this whole mess either, you know. I did break the first seal." Sam says "You didn't know." Dean says "I'm not saying demon blood was a great way to go, but, you did kill Lilith." Sam says "And start the apocalypse." Sarah says "Which neither the three of us we mean, who'd have thought killing Lilith would've been a bad thing?" Sarah pauses, "Point is, we was so worried about watching your every move that we didn't see what it was actually doing to you." Dean pauses again, "So, for that we're sorry."

Sam says "Thanks." Dean closes the trunk and takes the keys, "So where do we go from here?" Sam says "They way I see it, we got one shot at surviving this." Dean asks "What's that?" Sam says "Maybe I am on deck for the devil, maybe same with you and Michael, maybe there's no changing that." Dean says "Well that's encouraging." Sarah says "But, we can stop wringing our hands over it. We gotta just grab onto whatever's in front of us, kick its ass, and go down fighting." Dean considers this, then nods "I can get on board with that." Sam nods, Sam says "Okay. But we're gonna have to do it on the same level." Dean grins slightly, "You got it." Sam nods again, "I say we get the hell outta here." Sam says "Hell Yeah." They turn to go to their respective sides of the car, but Dean stops and looks down at the keys "Hey." Sam turns around, then Dean, and he holds out the keys "You wanna drive?" Sam looks down at the keys "You sure?" Dean says "Yeah, I could, uh...I could use a nap." Sarah waits and gets into the back passenger seat, Sam smiles a little and Dean hands him the keys. Jeff Beck's "Superstition" begins to play and they get into the car and drive away.