( THE SLICE GIRLS )

HOUSE
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A Man carrying a cup of coffee walks over to the sofa, sits down, hits a button on a laptop on the coffee table and picks up a piece of paper. A door opens and an Intruder, visible only from the legs downwards and wearing black boots with rubber soles, steps through the doorway. The Man looks behind him.

"Barb, that you?" The Man goes back to his work.

The Intruder, who is holding a knife and is still visible only from the legs downwards, approaches. The Man turns off music that was playing and gets up to close an open window. He sits back down on the sofa and continues to work.

Something grabs him from behind and he goes flying with a yell into a framed picture on the wall. The glass shatters and he falls to the ground. The Intruder swings the knife at the Man, he screams and blood splatters over his face. The Intruder continues to use the knife on the Man as he screams, then rips open the Man's shirt and cuts him repeatedly.

The Intruder's face is indistinct. We see that a large design has been carved into the Man's chest. The camera pans out and we see that the Man is dead and that his hands and feet have been cut off.

SUPERNATURAL

ROAD
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A car is being driven down the road. Dean is asleep in the passenger seat and Sam is driving. Sam sighs as he also looks in the back to see Elena asleep. Dean wakes. "Morning." Sam says.

"Hey." Dean takes a flask out of his jacket, shakes it and unscrews the lid.

"Is that Bobby's?" Sam asks and Dean takes a drink. "I didn't know you kept that."

"Yeah, mine sprung a leak." Dean says.

"You know, most people would just carry a – a photo or something for a memento."

"Shut up, man. I'm – I'm – I'm honoring the guy, all right? This is, uh, grief therapy, kind of like you and your wild-goose chase." Dean says.

"Wild-goose chase?" Sam asks.

"Yeah."

"Four guys murdered in two weeks, hands and feet cut off." Says Sam.

"Yeah, well, some guy with a foot fetish run amuck." Dean says.

"Grown men thrown so hard they went through walls. Did you – did you even read the article?" Sam pushes a newspaper at Dean.

"No, I was napping." Dean says.

"Well, anyway, what else you got going on? Dick Roman's a dead end for now, you might as well—" Sam starts.

"Stay busy."

"Exactly." Sam says.

"Yeah."

POLICE MORGUE
[ ☾]

A Forensics Officer wheels the Man from the beginning of the episode out of a locker. Dean, Elena and Sam are wearing their FBI suits. They and the Forensics Officer lean over the body. "The latest, but probably not the last. You guys always work this late?" The Forensics Officer asks.

"Ugh, hours suck. But, uh, great benefits package." Dean says.

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah. 10% co-pay on all drugs." Says Dean.

"Seriously?" The Officer says as Dean smiles and nods. "Oh, but just generic, right?"

"No, no. Name brands are cool." Dean says.

"Oh."

"Yeah." Responds Dean.

Sam clears his throat. "So. What's our boy here weigh?" He asks.

"Uh. A buck ninety. Thrown against a wall so hard it buckled." The Officer says. "Based on the blood flow at the crime scene, the hands and feet were cut off while he was still alive, just like the others. The killer wanted him to suffer. "

"And all vics are male, right, with the Same kind of, uh, artwork as this?" Elena asks.

"Yeah. Identical."

Sam takes a picture of the design carved in the Man's chest on his phone. "So, uh, DNA left at any of the scenes?" He asks.

"All of them. One before this, the guy bit the attacker. Still had a chunk of flesh in his teeth when he came in. That's about as good as it gets."

"Right." Dean says.

"So, we have a match?" Sam asks:

"We do not." The Forensics Officer hits a button on a computer keyboard and a window that says "Sample Rejected. No Known Genetic Markers" pops up on the screen. "The Samples were rejected. The genetic markers don't match anything we've ever seen."

"Didn't match any person in the database?" Elena asks.

"No, I mean they don't match anything human."

"Hmm." Dean says.

Sam, Elena and Dean walk towards the exit doors of the building, which say "SEATTLE Police FORENSICS". Sam is looking at his phone.

"I'll admit it could be in the general vicinity..." Dean says. They exit the building. "...of the ballpark of our kind of thing."

"Yeah, uh, "didn't match anything human" usually seals the deal for me." Sam says. "I don't know, I've never seen this symbol before." Sam touches Dean on the shoulder and Dean turns to look at him. "Let's get a bite to eat, go back to the motel, haul out the laptop."

"That's a great idea. Actually, that's a brilliant idea. Here's my counter. You do that, I'll go undercover, go mingle amongst the locals and see, uh, what kind of clues bubble to the surface." Dean says.

"You're going to a bar." Elena says and crosses her arms.

"Wow. If you want to oversimplify it." Dean walks off.

COBALT ROOM BAR
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Dean and a Woman are at a table. They are almost finished with their drinks. "Uh, dinner and a movie, which sounded fine, except the movie was "Human Centipede." She says.

Dean laughs. "What, so wait, uh, so you had a problem with that?" He asks:

"The date from hell."

"Dating, right? Ugh." Dean says. "I had a girlfriend once, but she dumped me because of my brother."

"Wow. That actually sucks. But what's the option? I don't see settling down any time soon."

"Well, that's something you don't hear every day." Dean says.

The Woman laughs. "Oh, what, are you ready for the big commit?" She asks.

"Me? I used to think so. I don't know what I want anymore." Dean says.

"Nice suit, by the way. Guys don't dress up much. I like it." She says.

"Yeah, well, it's, uh, a conservative line of work." Dean finishes his whiskey. A waitress has given the Woman a new cocktail.

"What line is that?"

"Investment banking." Dean says as The waitress gives him another whiskey.

"Oh, God." The Woman says.

Dean turns to the waitress. "Thanks." He says.

"I hear the hours are ridic." The Woman says.

"Yeah."

"But there's money to be made." The Woman says.

"I've had a fortunate year." Dean says.

"Well." The Woman raises her glass in a toast. "May you have many more." They clink glasses.

"Arigatou." Dean says.

"You speak Japanese?" She asks.

"Ah, enough to get by."

"Well, look at you." The Woman says.

"Yeah, look at me." Dean looks down at the table, then back at the Woman. "Well, I should be heading out."

While Dean isn't looking, the Woman slips something into his drink. Dean drinks the last bit before getting out of the chair. Dean's vision blurs before it turns back to normal.

"You want to move this conversation elsewhere?" The Woman asks as Dean looks up at her. She looks very familiar to him.

"Elena?" Dean asks.

"Yeah, I guess." She says.

Dean looks around. "Where's Sam?" He asks.

"He went his own way." She says. "So...are you coming or not?"

WOMAN'S HOUSE
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Dean and the Woman, still in Elena's form, enter while kissing. She helps Dean out of his jacket as they continue to kiss.

MAN'S APARTMENT
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A Man is watching television while eating popcorn and drinking a beer. There is a knock at the door.

WOMAN'S HOUSE
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Dean and the Woman/Elena are still kissing. The Woman pulls off Dean's tie.

MAN'S APARTMENT
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The Man goes to the door and looks through the peephole.

WOMAN'S HOUSE
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Dean and the Woman are still kissing. The Woman undoes buttons on Dean's shirt. "Who's house is this?" Dean asks as they kiss.

MAN'S APARTMENT
[ ☾]

The Man opens the door with a smile. "Hi. What can I do for you?" He asks.

WOMAN'S HOUSE
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The Woman pushes Dean backwards.

MAN'S APARTMENT
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The Man goes flying across the room into a wall.

WOMAN'S HOUSE
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The Woman/Elena takes off her shirt and kisses Dean, who is backed up against French doors. She pushes his shirt off his shoulders and pushes him backwards through the doors into the bedroom. She takes off her pants and Dean pushes his down. Dean falls backwards onto the bed with a grunt.

The Woman gets on top of Dean, interlocks their fingers on one hand, then kisses him. Dean rolls them over.

MAN'S APARTMENT
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The Man rolls over on the floor. There is blood on his back, front, face and the floor.

WOMAN'S HOUSE
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The Woman rolls herself and Dean over so that she is again on top.

MAN'S APARTMENT
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We see a close-up of a knife being lifted. The Man lifts his head from the floor and raises an arm. There is a slashing sound and the sound of flesh tearing. The Man screams and his face is splattered with blood.

WOMAN'S HOUSE
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The Woman is straddling Dean and they are kissing. He lifts up his head to meet her and then lays his head back on the pillow. She sits back and tosses her hair, then slides her bra straps off her shoulders.

MAN'S APARTMENT
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Someone takes photographs of the design carved into the Man's chest.

WOMAN'S HOUSE
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The Woman unhooks and removes her bra. Dean slides his hands up her body and she leans down to kiss him.

MAN'S APARTMENT
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Someone takes photographs of the Man's blood-splattered face. They take photographs of the stump at the end of one of the Man's arms. We see more photographs from the crime scene, ending with the design carved into his chest.

WOMAN'S HOUSE
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The Woman/Elena sits up. Dean lies on his back in the bed with his eyes closed, then opens them and looks at the ceiling. He exhales audibly.

WOMAN'S HOUSE
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Dean wakes up in a bed he doesn't recognize. He didn't know where he was, but he was happy about what happened last night. Finally, he and Elena had consumed their love.

He didn't understand why she had come to him, but now that he thought about it, he remembered talking to someone else before she arrived. Dean sits up in bed next to the first woman, Lydia.

"Oh no." Dean says as he quickly gets dressed. "No no no no no." He repeats. Dean leaves quickly.

STREET OUTSIDE
APARTMENT BUILDINGS
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A police officer is making notes next to a police car. Sam and Dean are walking across the street, Elena nowhere in sight. "Ugh." Dean says.

"You look like crap." Sam says.

"Yeah, well, I feel worse than I look." Dean says. "I think I'm getting too old for this." Sam Chuckles. "Where's Elena."

"She wasn't feeling that well last night so I told her to stay in." Sam says.

"So she didn't happen to stop by the Cobalt Room by any chance?" Dean asks.

"No." Sam says.

Dean sighs. "Great. Did you, uh, figure out that symbol?" He asks.

"No. Um, we're gonna need an expert." Sam says.

"Expert? Our expert's dead." Dean says.

Sam and Dean hold up their FBI badges to a Police Officer standing outside an apartment building. "All right." The Officer says.

MAN'S APARTMENT
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The Man's body is on the floor. The Forensics Officer and a Woman Officer are crouched next to it. "Comes off the wall down here..." The Forensics Officer starts. Dean and Sam enter and look around at the blood-splattered room.

"Well, nice decor. Very early slaughterhouse." Dean says.

The Forensics Officer looks to the Woman Officer. "FBI." He says, then turns to Sam and Dean. "Guys, this is Charlene Penn. She's the lead on the case."

"More of the same." Charlene says. "Uh, no forced entry. Thrown across the room. Made to suffer. Both hands and feet cut off."

"Same symbol in the chest." Sam says.

"Whoever the killer is, the guy's a monster." The Forensics Officer says.

"Excuse me." Charlene leaves.

"This guy's just like the last one. Early 30s, decent-looking?" Dean asks.

"Yeah. Just like the first three, you know? Fairly successful, no known enemies."

"Hmm." Dean says.

"Here." The Forensics Officer points towards the kitchen and Dean follows him. Sam walks to the front door, where a Police Officer is speaking to a Neighbor.

Sam turns to the Police Officer. "Excuse me. I got it." He says and turns to the Neighbor. "How can I help you?"

"I was just trying to find out what happened. Jerry was a friend."

"I'm very sorry. Jerry was killed sometime last night. Do you live nearby?" Sam says.

"Yeah. Two doors down." The Neighbor says.

"You, uh, you know anyone who would want to harm Jerry?" Sam asks.

"No. He was the nicest guy in the world. Well, his – his wife wasn't real happy with him."

"Why's that?" Asks Sam.

"A few nights ago, he has a little one-night fling. Ann found out, took off. But... she would never do anything like..."

"Yeah. Of course. Thanks." Sam says and The Neighbor leaves. Dean and Sam duck under a police line.

"Who was that?" Dean asks.

"Neighbor. Said the vic's wife caught him cheating." Sam says.

"Yeah, but we're not thinking it's the wife."

"Not unless she benches 350 and did the other guys as a warm-up." Sam says.

Dean reaches for his flask. "Shoot. I left Bobby's flask over at Lydia's." He says.

"Lydia?" Sam asks.

"The Woman I mistakenly slept with last night." Dean takes out his cell phone. "Now I've got to go get it."

"So, not only do you know her name, you're actually gonna call her?" Sam asks

"Bite me."

"Oh, how sweet—she gave you her number." Sam says.

"They always give you their number."

LYDIA'S HOUSE
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"Hello?" Answers Lydia.

"Lydia." Dean says. "Hey, it's, uh, Dean from last night. I just wanted to say that last night was a mistake. It was a good mistake, but still a mistake. See, I really like this other girl, but we're not together right now. But I want to be with her. Do you get what I'm saying?"

"Uh-huh." Lydia says.

"Uh, listen, I think I left something over at your place. It was an old flask." Dean says. "It doesn't look like much, but it has sentimental value. So, uh, have you seen it?"

"No. But if I do, I'll call." She says.

"You want my number?" Dean asks.

"My cell grabbed it. Uh...Sorry. I gotta go." Lydia says. "Just real busy at the moment."

"Oh. Wait wait wait." Dean says.

"What?" She asks, annoyed

"Did you happen to slip something in my drink last night?" He asks.

"No. You must've been really drunk. Bye." Lydia says and Dean hears a dial tone as she hangs up.

"She's real busy." Dean says and Sam smiles.

LYDIA'S HOUSE
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We see that Lydia is heavily pregnant.

LARGE ROOM
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The room lit by chandeliers and candles. Lydia, dressed in a white nightgown, is giving birth surrounded by women. A Woman in a dark jacket is instructing her. "Breathe." She says.

"Aah!" Lydia screams.

"Control, Lydia. As in all things." The Woman says as Lydia nods and regulates her breathing. "One final push."

"Aah!"

"The pain is an honor." The Woman says. A baby cries. Another woman hands the baby to Lydia.

"What will we call her?" Lydia asks.

"You'll call her Emma. Next."

DEPARTMENT OF ANTHROPOLOGY BUILDING
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Dean, Elena and Sam are walking to the building. Elena wanted to help the boys out so she demanded that she joined them on the case. Dean catches up with her and grabs her arm. "Hey, you alright?" He asks her.

"Besides the pounding headache, yeah I'm fine." Elena says as she looks at Dean's guilty expression. "What's wrong?"

"I have to confess something." Dean says.

Elena crosses her arms. "Go on." She says.

"Last night I went to a bar." Dean says. "I met this Woman and we may or may not have slept together."

"Are you kidding me?!" Elena yells and Sam turns back to face them. "Keep walking, Sam." Sam gives Dean a worried look before turning back to walk.

"In my defense, I think she drugged me." Dean says.

"Oh, and that makes this better?" Elena asks. "We are not done talking about this, Dean Winchester."

PROFESSOR'S OFFICE
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"Fascinating. Truly." The Professor says. "And actually, rather accomplished draftsmanship."

"Yeah, if you get past the fact that it was carved into a guy's body." Dean says as he glances at Elena. She looks pissed.

"Professor Morrison, we're hoping you can tell us what the symbol means." Sam says.

"Ah, maybe." Morrison says.

"Maybe?" Sam asks.

"It's possible I could, even likely. Is the FBI offering suitable remuneration?"

Dean looks at Sam. "The respect of a grateful nation." Sam says.

"And a good word with the I.R.S." Dean says.

"Ah. Well, it appears quite ancient." The Professor says.

"Well, that narrows it down." Sam says lamely.

"A corrupted version of symbology associated with worship. Definitely an obscure regional script." Morrison says. "Oh, this will require some research."

"All right. Great. Well, uh, I guess we'll be seeing you tomorrow." Says Sam.

"Tomorrow?" Morrison laughs. "I've spent entire sabbaticals on a project like this."

"Professor!" Dean yells. "We have a serial killer on our hands."

"Your government needs you, sir." Sam says.

"Gentlemen. My housekeeper needs a green card."