2.06 No Exit

All scenes from Wendigo, unless otherwise specified.
Dean is talking with Sam at the campsite.
Dean: Dad wants us to pick up where he left off.
From Dead in the Water, Dean pulls Lucas up, breaking the surface of the lake.
Dean (voiceover): Saving People.
From Faith, Dean and Sam with flashlights and tasers carefully moving down the steps.
Dean (voiceover): Hunting things.
Dean is talking with Sam at the campsite.
Dean: The family business.


THEN

All scenes from 2.02 Everybody Loves a Clown, unless indicated otherwise.
Dean and Sam walk into the Roadhouse, looking around.
Dean: Anybody here?
The business end of a rifle connects with Dean's back.
The gun cocks.
Jo: Don't move.
Pan over to reveal an attractive blond girl. Dean's arms are out to the sides
He turns fluidly, grabbing the rifle. Jo punches him in the face and takes back the rifle.
Ellen: Sam? Dean?
Jo: Mom, you know these guys?
Dean's holding his nose; Sam's arms are up behind his head. Both boys are looking from Jo to Ellen and back.
Ellen: Yeah, I think these are John Winchester's boys.
Ellen drops the gun, smiling.
Ellen: Hey, I'm Ellen.
Jo also lowers her rifle.
Ellen: My daughter Jo.
Dean: You're not gonna hit me again, are you?
Sam hands the cell to Dean, who is listening to Ellen's voicemail.
Dean (voiceover): You called our dad, said you could help.
In the Roadhouse, Dean talking with Ellen, pressing an ice bag against nose.
Dean: Help with what?
Ellen: The demon, of course.
From In My Time of Dying, Tessa turns around with yellow eyes.
From Devil's Trap, John raises his head slowly, showing he is possessed with yellow eyes.
Dean: Who are you? How do you know about all this?
From In My Time of Dying, Azazel looks over and smiles at John's offer to make a deal.
Ellen and Jo talking with Dean and Sam at the Roadhouse.
Ellen: Hey, I just run a saloon.
Hunters cleaning weaponry.
Ellen (voiceover): Hunters have been known to pass through now and again.
Ellen and Jo talking with Dean and Sam at the Roadhouse.
Ellen: Including your dad a long time ago. John was like family once.
Sam and Dean walking down a lonely road in the middle of daytime.
Sam: You think Dad and Ellen ever had a thing?
Dean: No way.
Sam: Then why didn't he tell us about her?
In Children Shouldn't Play with Dead Things, Sam is running away from zombie.
In Route 666, Dean is taking the curve fast, trying to stay ahead of the ghost truck.
In Children Shouldn't Play with Dead Things, Angela running, ducking around a frond tree.
Dean looking up at Jo as he's sitting down.
Dean: How did you and your mom get into this stuff?
Jo: My dad.
In Scarecrow, Dean aims at the Scarecrow, the couple behind him at the car.
In Provenance, Sam swinging at Melanie Merchant, dissipating the ghost.
Jo (voiceover): He was a hunter.
Jo is talking with Dean.
Jo: He passed away.
Dean half nods.
Jo is at the bar, arguing her case with Dean.
Jo: I could help.
Dean: I'm sure you could. But, I think your mother might kill me.
Ellen, cleaning glasses behind the bar, looks at him as if to say 'What?'. He smiles nervously, nodding in her direction. Jo smiles.
Jo: You're afraid of my mother?
Dean: I think so.
Jo smiles at Dean. Ellen gives Dean a "what are you up to?" look, while Dean nods "Yep, everything's fine" look.

EXT. - EVENING
Shot of the city with a sunset, circling in the air.

Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

EXT. APARTMENT - NIGHT
The front of an apartment building. A taxi, then a car drives by. The lights in an upper window are flickering.
Close up of the windows where the lights are flickering.

INT. APARTMENT - NIGHT
Close up of the flickering lights. Underneath, a young blonde woman, Katie Burns, is talking on the phone while pacing. She is annoyed.
Katie: I checked the fuses. They're fine.
The camera follows her around the apartment, until she sits
Katie: It's the wiring. Look, you promised the place would be ready when I moved in.
She listens.
Katie: No! You come up now! Please.
She listens.
Katie: Thank you.
She hangs up. She grimaces at something on the table, reaches out a finger and dabs it. It is a thick black goo.
Katie: Gross.
More goo drips on her shoulder. She looks up, getting scared. Nothing is above, just flickering lights. There is a thump. She looks over at an open light switch, before she gets up. She walks slowly over to it, out of which the goo is oozing thickly.
Katie: What the hell?
She glances back, before looking deeper at the light switch; behind the wall a creepy, bloodshot eye appears. She screams. Screen goes to black.

EXT. HARVELLE'S ROADHOUSE - DAY
Sam and Dean are packing the Impala's trunk, parked in front of the Roadhouse.
Dean: Los Angeles, California.
The boys close the trunk, and head over to climb into the car.
Sam: What's in L.A.?
Dean: Young girl's been kidnapped by an evil cult.
Sam: Yeah? Girl got a name?
Both stop on each side of the Impala, ready to climb in.
Dean: Katie Holmes.
Sam laughs.
Sam: 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 head to the Roadhouse.

INT. ROADHOUSE - DAY
On the upper level, Ellen and Jo are shouting. Ellen is throwing around chairs, cleaning up while Jo follows, yelling.
Ellen: I am your mother,

NO EXIT

Ellen: I don't have to be reasonable!
Jo: You can't keep me here!
Ellen heads down off the level to another part of the bar, Jo still following.
Ellen: Oh, don't you bet on that, sweetie.
Dean and Sam enter cautiously.

Credit:

Starring JARED PADALECKI

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

Credit:

JENSEN ACKLES

Ellen: You know what, you've had worse ideas than that recently.
Ellen turns around to face Jo, still setting up chairs.
Ellen: 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 knife collection.
Ellen: Yeah, and getting yourself killed on some dusty back road, that's where you belong?!
Jo glances over Ellen's shoulder. Ellen straightens up and turns and sees the boys. The boys shuffle uncomfortable at being caught. Ellen sighs.
Ellen: Guys, bad time.
Sam: Yes, ma'am.
Dean: Yeah, we rarely drink before ten anyway.
Jo:. Wait.
Jo heads for a folder.
Jo: I wanna know what they think about this.
A dad and a mom enters, each holding one kid under three. All four are wearing bright yellow t-shirts that read 'Nebraska is for Lovers'.
Ellen: I don't care what they think!
Dad: Are you guys open?
Jo: (at the same time) No!
Ellen: (at the same time) Yes!

Credit:

Guest Starring ALONA TAL

Dad nervously chuckles, glancing at his wife who is wearing a NO look.
Dad: We'll just...

Credit:

SAMANTHA FERRIS

Dad: check out the Arby's down the road.
They leave.

Credit:

Consulting Producer BEN EDLUND

The phone rings.

Credit:

Supervising Producer MATT WITTEN

Jo glares at it. Ellen looks at the ringing phone. Jo turns around to glare pointedly at Ellen.

Credit:

Co-Executive Producer PETER JOHNSON

Ellen eventually stalks over to answer it.

Credit:

Supervising Producer PHIL SGRICCIA

Dean, Sam, and Jo wait until after Ellen answers the phone.
Ellen: Harvelle's. (slight pause) Yeah, Preacher.
Jo quickly turns around to talk with the boys, holding out a folder for Dean to take.
Jo: Three weeks ago a young girl disappears from a Philadelphia apartment.
Jo shoves the file folder at Dean, who doesn't reach for it.
Jo: Take it, it won't bite.
Dean: No, but your mom might.
She pinches her lips, still holding out the folder. He grabs it reluctantly.
Jo: And this girl wasn't the first.
Dean starts flipping through the folder, listening as Jo talks.
Jo: 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 killer, or-
Dean: (interrupts) Who put this together? Ash?
Jo: I did it myself.
Dean eyes her with respect, before reading more.
Dean: Hmm.
Ellen hangs up.
Sam: I gotta admit. We hit the road for a lot less.
Ellen heads over to talk with them.
Ellen: Good. You like the case so much, you take it.
Jo: Mom!
Ellen: Joanna Beth, this family has lost enough. I won't lose you too.
Ellen looks at Dean and Sam, then back at Jo.
Ellen: I just won't.
Jo is staring at her mom, thinking

BUILDING SEARCH

EXT. COUNTRY ROAD - DAY
"Surrender" by Cheap Trick is playing

Music:

Mother told me, yes

Credit:

Executive Producer JOHN SHIBAN

Music:

She told me I'd meet girls like you

The Impala roars down a two lane road, passing in front of the camera.

Credit:

Executive Producer KIM MANNERS

EXT. PHILADELPHIA - DAY
Looking down on a statue in a park, surrounded by skyscrapers.

Music:

She also told me stay away

Credit:

Executive Producer McG

EXT. APARTMENT BUILDING
The Impala is parked in front of the same apartment building.

Music:

Stay away, you'll never know what you'll catch

Credit:

Produced by CYRUS YAVNEH

INT. APARTMENT - DAY
Close shot of a doorknob; the lock unlocks. It opens slowly to reveal Sam, followed by Dean.

Music:

Mommy's alright Daddy's alright we just did a little weird

Credit:

Created by ERIC KRIPKE

Music:

Surrender, surrender

Music fades. They enter, Sam putting away his lockpick with Dean closing the door. Sam pulls out an EMF detector.

Credit:

Written by MATT WITTEN

Sam: I feel kind of bad, snaking Jo's case.
Dean: Well, maybe she put together a good file,

Credit:

Directed by KIM MANNERS

Dean: but could you see her out here working one of these things? I don't think so.
Dean pulls out an EMF detectors. They start scanning.
Dean: 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 reaches out and touch it lightly, smearing a little of the goo on his finger to study it.
Sam: Holy crap.
Dean also reaches out to lightly touch and smear some of the goo on his finger. He studies it.
Dean: That's ectoplasm. Well, Sam, I think I know what we're dealing with here.
Sam looks over at Dean.
Dean: It's the Stay Puff Marshmallow Man.
Sam rolls his head.
Sam: 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.

INT. APARTMENT BUILDING - DAY
They turn a corner and walk down the hallway.
Jo: It's so convenient.
Hearing voices, they hide in a door alcove. Dean frowns as he realizes the woman's voice belongs to Jo.
Ed: 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 that she was right. You did a really good job with this place.
Dean, followed by Sam, steps out into the hallway once more.
Dean: What the hell are you doing here?
Jo is walking with the Ed.
Jo: There you are, honey.
Jo slides around to Dean and slides her arm around his waist.
Jo: This is my boyfriend Dean and his buddy Sam.
Ed: Good to meetcha. Quite a gal you've got here.
Dean: Oh yeah,
Dean smacks her butt, causing her to jump.
Dean: she's a pistol.
Jo: So, did you already check out that apartment?
Awkward silence
Jo: The one for rent. (chuckles)
Dean: Yeah. Yes. Loved it. Heh-heh. Great flow.
Ed: How'd you get in?
Dean: It was open.
Jo: Now, Ed, um, when did the last tenant move out?
Ed: 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.
Dean smacks her butt again. Jo pulls out a wad of cash and holds it under Ed's nose.
Jo: We'll take it.
Ed reaches and takes the money.
Ed: Huh. Okay. Heh.
Sam looks surprised at the money; Jo is satisfied.

INT. APARTMENT - DAY
Dean is checking a gun, sliding the rack.
Jo: I'll flip you for the sofa.
Dean: Does your mother even know you're here?
Sam is in the background, cleaning a shotgun while Jo and Dean argue.
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 and Sam exchange a glance.
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 starts playing "Smoke on the Water". He digs is out of his pocket and answers it.
Dean: Yeah.
Ellen: (on phone) Is she with you?
Dean gives a pointed look to Jo before answering and moving away from her.
Dean: Oh, hi Ellen.
Ellen: She left a note she's in Vegas. I don't believe it for a second.
Dean is holding the phone back, whispering to Jo.
Jo: Don't you dare tell her.
Dean: I'm telling her.
Jo: I'm going to kill you.
Dean and Jo have a furious, muttered argument.
Dean: (together) You're not going to-
Jo: (together) She's gonna stab-
Ellen: (on phone) Dean?
Dean: I haven't seen her.
Ellen: (on phone) You sure about that?
Dean: Yeah, I-I'm sure.
Ellen: (on phone) Well, please. If she shows up, you'll

INT. ROADHOUSE - DAY
Ellen: drag her butt right back here, won't you?

INT. APARTMENT - DAY
Dean: Absolutely.
Ellen: Okay. Thanks, honey.
Dean hangs up the phone, glaring at Jo; Jo grins cheerfully back up at Dean.

INT. APARTMENT - DAY, LATER
Jo sitting at the table with blueprints spread out. She's flipping a small knife around. Sam is looking over papers.
Jo: This place was built in 1924. It was originally a warehouse, converted into apartments a few months ago.
Dean is pacing.
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 looks down at her with a look, then slowly sits.
Dean: 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.
Sam's fighting not to smile.
Dean: Could you put the knife down?
Jo carefully lays it down.
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.
Dean stands up.
Jo: We'd move faster if we split up.
Jo moves in front of him to argue.
Dean: Oh, this isn't negotiable.
Dean gives her a smile. She tilts her head at him in a bit of frustration.

INT. APARTMENT BUILDING - LATER
Jo and Dean are walking down a dim hallway with EMF detectors.
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 chuckles.
Jo: What?
Dean: I'm so regretting this.
Jo stops walking, and Dean turns to face her.
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 got no experience. What you do have is a bunch of half-baked romantic 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?
They stare at each other for a bit.
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.
Dean turns and continues on down the hallway. Jo follows.

INT. APARTMENT BUILDING - DAY
They approach an air vent near the floor. Dean continues, but Jo pauses. As Jo stands in front of it, a dark hand slides through the holes towards her legs. She turns around, gasping.
Dean: (calls) What?
Jo: I'm not sure.
Dean comes back towards Jo, then sniffs.
Dean: You smell that?
Jo sniffs, as Dean continues to sniff while looking around.
Jo: 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 detector 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. Something in the air vent ducks back around the corner to hide. Dean takes the flashlight back to shine around the area, spotting something.
Dean: There's something in there. Here.
He hands the flashlight back to Jo before reaching his arm inside, feeling around. He pulls his hand out, holding a clump of blond hair attached to some skinned scalp.
Dean: Somebody's keeping souvenirs.
Dean looks back at Jo before looking again at the piece of scalp.

SECOND VICTIM

INT. ANOTHER APARTMENT - NIGHT
Another young blonde woman, Teresa Ellis, enters her apartment, carrying mail. She drops her bag on the counter, looking over her mail. She opens a letter, reading to herself. Goo drips from the ceiling onto the paper. Disgusted, she looks up but sees nothing. Teresa tosses the paper in the garbage. She is reading an envelope when the lights flicker; hearing a noise she looks up again. This time she sees a large crack in the ceiling.
Teresa: (whispers) This building, I swear to God...
She heads over to the phone, when a loud scraping sound pulls her eyes back up; the long crack is growing across the ceiling until it reaches a beam. She carefully ducks down and looks all around for anything else. Suddenly the crack starts on the other side of the ceiling beam, headed just over her head. Teresa backs up quickly, panicking. She picks up the phone, but only hears static. She tries a couple of times to get a dial tone, but is unsuccessful.
Teresa: Screw it, I'm out of here.
She drops the phone, runs to the door and tries frantically to open it, but can't. The crack in the ceiling is now coming down the wall, stopping at a grating near the floor. She looks down at it; the creepy slimy hands from earlier slowly come out of the grating. She's panting with fear, then screams. The hands flash out and grab her legs, pulling her to the floor. She continues to scream and cry, scrambling with her hands to keep a purchase to keep from being pulled back.
Screen goes to black.

INT. APARTMENT - MORNING
Dean is twisted up in a very awkward sleeping position on a leather LazyBoy. Sirens sound nearby and he wakes slowly, groaning. He looks around. Jo is smiling at him from the other side of the table, twirling her knife around again and studying notes and blueprints.
Jo: Morning, princess.
Dean: (scratchy voice) Where's Sam?
Jo: Went to get coffee.
Dean sets up slowly, grimacing.
Dean: Ooh. My back.
Dean manages to stand and slowly makes his way over to Jo.
Dean: How'd you sleep on that big soft bed?
Jo: I didn't. Just been going over everything.
He looks down at her, considering. She glances up at Dean, before looking back down. He places the weapons bag onto the table and pulls out a larger Bowie knife, unsnapping it from the sheath and handing it to her, hilt-first, with a smile.
Dean: Here.
Jo takes the knife.
Jo: What's this for?
Dean: Work a hell of a lot better than that little pig-sticker you're twirling around.
Jo considers, then hands him hers. He studies it, and sees engraved on the blade: W.A.H. He looks up at Jo. She's fighting tears.
Jo: William Anthony Harvelle.
Dean gets it.
Dean: I'm sorry. My mistake.
They exchange knives back. Jo considers something. Dean sheaths his knife.
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.
Jo: Come on, tell me.
Dean considers a bit, before he joins her at the table.
Dean: I was six or seven, and uh... he took me shooting for the first time. You know, bottles on a fence, that kind of thing. I bulls-eyed every one of 'em. He gave me this smile, like... (low) 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. (silence) 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.
They look at each other for a long moment. Sam bursts through the door.
Dean: Where's the coffee?
Sam: There are cops outside. Another girl disappeared.
Dean and Jo exchange a look.

EXT. APARTMENT BUILDING - MORNING
The Impala is parked right outside the apartment building. Street noises are heard.

INT. APARTMENT - MORNING
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 picks up a photograph.
Jo: Well maybe we're looking in the wrong place.
Dean: What do you mean?
Jo: Check this out.
Jo passes the photo to Sam. Sam, with Dean from the side, are looking at the photo.
Sam: An empty field?
Jo: It's where this building was built. Take a look at the one next door. (a beat) The windows.
Sam: Bars.
Dean: We're next door to a prison?

H. H. Holmes

EXT. ROADHOUSE - DAY
The breeze blows some dust across the parking area in front of the Roadhouse, where sits two pickup trucks. On the side is a car, next to an RV, parked next to the Roadhouse. Jo is heard talking on the phone.
Jo: (on phone) Thanks, Ash. And if you breathe a word of this to my mom...

INT. APARTMENT - DAY
Jo nods, then she walks across the room, talking on the phone.
Jo: That's right. I will. With pliers.
She hangs up.
Jo: 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 executed there.
Jo: Ash is already on it.

INT. APARTMENT - DAY
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?
A thoughtful Sam looks up at Dean.
Dean: You've gotta be kiddin' me.
An old newspaper article, declaring "Multi-Murderer Meets" "Holmes Executed at Moyamensing, on May 7" dated "Friday, May 8, 1896".
Dean: Yep. Holmes was executed 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-murderer." They coined it to describe Holmes. He was America's first serial killer, before anybody knew what a serial killer was.
Sam: Yeah, he confessed to twenty seven murders, but some put the death toll at over a hundred.
Dean: And his victim flavor of choice? Pretty petite blondes. He, uh, used chloroform to kill 'em.
Dean realizes something.
Dean: Which is what I smelled in the hallway last night. (pause) 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'?
Sam huffs out in thought, standing up to lean over the photo of Murder Castle.
Sam: 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 Murder Castle. The whole place was a death factory, they had, uh, trap doors, acid vats, quicklime 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.

SEARCHING AGAIN

INT. APARTMENT BUILDING WALLS - NIGHT
Dean and Jo are squeezing through crawl-spaces inside the building walls. Dean has a flashlight and his EMF detector while Jo is on the phone.
Jo: Okay. Call us after you check the southeast wall.
Jo hangs up, pulling out her own small flashlight.
Jo: Sam's almost done with the... first floor. Hasn't found jack squat either.
After coming to the end of the hall, he looks around the corner. Dean stops.
Jo: What is it?
Dean: It's too narrow. Can't go any further.
Jo: Let me see.
Dean: Wha-What are you-
She squeezes in next to him.
Dean: 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: Tha-
Jo: Uh-huh.
She finishes squeezing through the tight space past Dean, as he makes a noise of discomfort. Jo continues down the short hallway, carefully looking. She starts around the corner.

Dean squats, looking over the plans for the building with the help of a flashlight, with a phone tucked under his ear.
Dean: (on phone) Where are you?
Jo: By the north wall.
Jo climbs closer to a hole in the floor. Dean flips the map around to see where she's located. Jo finds an air duct and starts climbing down it.
Jo: (breathless) 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: All right. I'm heading to you.
Dean folds the map, and heads back the way he came. Jo carefully drops down into a similar space on a lower level.

INT. APARTMENT BUILDING STAIRWAY - NIGHT
Dean is listening on his cell as he hurries down the stairs

INT. APARTMENT BUILDING WALLS - NIGHT
Jo presses on. There is a narrow area between more pipes she gets caught on. Black goo starts pouring out from the wall cracks just in front of her.
Jo: Oh God.

INT. APARTMENT BUILDING STAIRWAY - NIGHT
Dean pauses to talk.
Dean: What is it? Jo? Jo!
Jo screams. Dean runs down to the lower level.

INT. APARTMENT BUILDING - NIGHT
He takes a sledgehammer he's carrying to a wall he knew was her last known location.
Dean: Jo!
He listens for a bit, before he takes the sledgehammer and smashes a large hole in the wall. He pokes his head in to look, only it's too dark. He withdraws, before he's back, swinging the flashlight about to find Jo. He spots her cell phone lying on the floor. She is gone.
Dean: Jo?
Dean swings his flashlight up and around once more.
Dean: JO!
A flash of white light from the flashlight. Screen goes to black.

INT. APARTMENT BUILDING - NIGHT
Dean rushes back up the hallway carrying a sledgehammer, running headlong into Sam.
Sam: Whoa.
Dean: He's got Jo.
Dean continues on his course.
Sam: What? How'd that happen?
Sam rushes to match strides with Dean, continuing on their way
Dean: I wasn't with her; I left her alone. Dammit!
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 and INT. ROADHOUSE - NIGHT, alternating
Sam, then Dean, enter the apartment. Dean closes the door behind them, as Sam heads for the table with the papers..
Sam: Look. We've just gotta take a beat and think about this. Maybe we got Holmes' M.O. wrong.
Dean joins Sam at the table.
Dean: Yeah, well, we'd better friggin' think fast.
Dean's cell phone rings again; he puts down the sledgehammer answers it.
Dean: Yeah.
Ellen: (on phone) You lied to me. She's there.
Dean: Ellen.
Dean swings around to face Sam, who looks up at Dean.
Ellen: (on phone) No - Ash told me everything.
Ellen: 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, uh, taking care of... feminine business.
Ellen: Yeah, right. Where is she?
Dean swallows nervously, as Sam flips a blueprint, desperately searching.
Ellen: 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: (on phone) You
Ellen: promise. That is not the first time I've heard that from a Winchester.
Dean: What?
Ellen: (on phone) If anything
Ellen: happens to her...
Dean: It won't. I won't let it.
Dean: (on phone) 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.

INT. APARTMENT - NIGHT
Dean hangs up.
Dean: Dammit!
Dean turns around and joins Sam at the table again.
Sam: Don't beat yourself up, Dean. There's nothing you could have done.
Dean: Tell me you've got something.
Sam: Uh, maybe. Look.
Sam moves some of the blueprints aside to show Dean.
Sam: You look at the layout of the Holmes murder castle, there's all the torture 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 the sledgehammer; Sam follows, closing the door behind him.

JO

INT. CREEPY SEWER - MORNING
Jo slowly wakes from being drugged in a small, dark place, lying on her back. A quick inhale, as she fully awakens, glancing around to take in her surroundings. Frantically, she reaches for her flashlight; she shines it around to reveal the small area she is lying in. She lays back, and the light reveals a wall a few inches above her face - it has long bloody scratches gouged in it. She sobs with a hand over her face in terror, then collects herself. To her right is another metal 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 echoed. Silence.
Jo: Hello?
Jo's voice echoes slightly. Silence.
From another compartment, someone moves, breathing fast. A voice calls.
Teresa: Is - is anybody there?
The view switches from Teresa to Jo as the conversation continues.
Jo: Your name's Teresa?
Teresa: (relief) 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 kill 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, only the noisy breathing from the girls. Then the spirit's hand bursts through the opening into Jo's prison and grabs her by the head. She screams as it rips off a chunk of her hair.
Screen goes to black.

EXT. STREET - DAY
Sam and Dean, with a metal detector and a shovel, respectively, search the streets of Philadelphia. The detector whines when Sam finds a sewer tunnel. They follow the sewer into an open field until Sam stops over one spot, the metal detector giving off a high-pitched squeal.
Sam: Here.
Dean drops his bag and starts digging furiously while Sam acts as lookout. After some shovel work, both boys dig with their hands to uncover a metal sewer trap door, which they pull open. Dean hands Sam a shotgun 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 cell. She drops back in exhaustion, panting. She hears footsteps approaching and turns; a scraggly-bearded mouth appears at the opening.
Holmes: You're so pretty. (he takes a breath) So beautiful.
Jo: Go to Hell.
He reaches his hand through the opening and fondles her. She turns away and groans in disgust and horror. Suddenly she turns, stabbing into the hand with her knife. The spirit flees, screaming.
Jo: How do you like that? Pure iron, you creepy-ass son of a bitch!
Jo pants.

INT. SEWERS - DAY
Dean and Sam crawl along on elbows and knees through the narrow sewer tunnels. Dean first; Sam shines a flashlight up through the tunnel, before following.

INT. CREEPY SEWER PRISON - DAY
Jo lies very still, listening.
Teresa: Is he gone?
Jo: I don't know. I-
Holmes grabs Jo by the arm again, pulling her back, as she whimpers in fear. He clamps a hand down over her mouth.
Holmes: Shhh. Shhh...
Jo struggles, trying to breathe but smothered by Holmes' hand.
Dean: Hey!
Dean fires his gun into Holmes' chest, sending him flying backwards and out of sight.
Dean: Jo?!
First Dean, then Sam come through a gate into the girl's room.
Jo: I'm here!
Jo coughs. Dean finds an iron bar leaning against a wall and starts to pry open Jo's prison with it. Sam investigates the other compartments; the first one contains gruesome body parts
Dean: Come on!
Sam finds Teresa in the second one.
Sam: We're gonna get you out of here, all right?
Dean: Sam!
Dean hands the bar to Sam.
Dean: Hang on.
Dean opens the compartment to let Jo out.
Dean: Come on.
Dean grunts as the lid finally is lifted.
Dean: 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. Sam shrugs.

TRAPPED

INT. CREEPY SEWER PRISON - DAY, LATER
A bug is scampering over a corpse. The camera shifts to the opening in the cell to show 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 making pleased noises. When he gets very close to Jo, Dean calls out.
Dean: Now!
Jo dives forwards as Sam and Dean fire at something on the walls; several bags unroll and spill salt in front of the exit. Holmes spins around and sees the salt that blocks his way back. Dean pulls Jo to safety as Holmes turns around in a circle, gibbering and screaming in terror at being trapped by the salt lines in a complete circle.
Jo: Scream all you want, you dick, but there's no way you're stepping over that salt!
He continues to scream. 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 a large truck backing up is heard. Sam smiles and looks over his shoulder: a cement mixer is backing into the field. Jo gives Sam a questioning look.
Sam: For that.
Jo smiles at Sam, as Sam directs Dean who is driving to stop just over the sewer entrance. Sam waves at him to stop the truck.
Sam: Ho!
Dean jumps down 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.
Dean steps over to throw the switch on the cement. The three watch the cement pour on down into the hole. Sam smiles; Jo echoes his smile.
Dean: Well, that oughta keep him down there till hell freezes over.
Dean smiles at Jo briefly before all three look down once more at the satisfaction of a job well done.
Screen goes to black.

EXT. HIGHWAY - NIGHT
The Impala roars down a dark road.

INT. IMPALA - NIGHT
Dean is driving; Jo is in the seat behind him, looking out the window. Sam is sitting next to Jo, looking straight ahead. Ellen is sitting shotgun, staring ahead, stone faced. Dean glances nervously to his right, then glances back at her again before he speaks.
Dean: Boy, you... really weren't kidding about flying out, were you?
Ellen gives no reaction whatsoever; Sam and Jo exchange a look. Awkward silence. Dean blows air out, trying to relieve tension.
Dean: How about we listen to some music?
He turns the radio on. "Cold as Ice" by Foreigner starts playing.

Music:

You're as cold as ice

Ellen reaches forward and turns the radio off. Jo and Sam exchange another look, and Dean glances back. He sighs.
Dean: This is gonna be a long drive.

EXT. HIGHWAY - NIGHT
The Impala continues to roar down a dark road.

WHAT AREN'T YOU TELLING ME?

INT. ROADHOUSE - DAY
Ellen storms in, holding a bag and 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 leave. Jo waits until the door closes before facing off against her mom.
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, (voice breaking) that is what I'm talking about.
Ellen brings a hand up to her face. Silence as Jo processes.
Jo: John?
Ellen looks down, confirming with her body language. Jo's confused.
Jo: I thought you and John were friends.
Ellen nods vigorously.
Ellen: (voice breaking) Yeah, we were, I'm sorry, I didn't mean...
Jo: Mom?
Ellen slowly looks up at Jo. Jo is firm.
Jo: What aren't you telling me?
Ellen sighs resignedly, and starts breaking down in tears, nodding her head.


EXT. ROADHOUSE - DAY
Sam and Dean are leaning on the Impala as Jo comes storming out, slamming the door behind her. The boys turn to look at her. She glares at Dean and keeps stalking away, so he follows.
Dean: That bad, huh?
Jo: Not right now.
Dean: What happened? Hey, talk to me.
Dean reaches for Jo to stop her, but she jerks her arm out of Dean's reach, turning to face him angrily.
Jo: Get off me!
Dean: Sorry. See you around.
He starts to leave.
Jo: Dean.
Dean pauses, turning back around to face Jo.
Jo: 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. (pause) Mistake. (pause) Guy screwed up; got my dad killed.
Dean: What does this have to do with-
Jo: It was your father, Dean.
Dean: What?
Jo: (voice breaking) 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. (low) Please, just leave.
Jo turns and heads off to walk. Dean looks down to think, to process what he'd just learned. He swallows.
Screen goes to black.