( OH, BABY )

        Sam, Elena and Dean leave the Morrison's office and walk down the hallway. "Good God, where'd you find this guy?" Dean asks.

       "He's supposed to be a top expert in his field." Sam says.

       "Yeah, well, when his field includes things that go bump in the night, he's gonna be worth the breath we just wasted." Dean says.

       "So, what are we supposed to do, Dean? Spin our wheels?" Elena asks angrily.

       "Elena, this is us spinning our wheels, okay?!" Dean yells.

        Sam stops walking and turns to face Dean. "Dean, you know what? I want to call him, too, okay? Believe me. But Bobby's not here. So we're settling." He says.

       "Yeah. We sure are." Dean looks at his phone. "Damn it, why hasn't she called?"

       "Who? Lydia?" Sam asks.

        "Wait, so some girl's actually dumping you the morning after?" Elena asks. "You're unbelievable." She leaves to walk to the Impala.

       "You told Elena?" Sam asks with a hint of a smirk. "My guess is that she didn't take it so well."

       "I think you're enjoying this a little more than you need to. Screw it. I'm going over there and getting the flask." Dean walks off.

LYDIA'S HOUSE
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       Dean rings the doorbell. Lydia opens the door. "Don." She says.

       "Dean. I guess you didn't get my messages."

       "No, I did. I've been busy." Lydia says.

       "Oh. Anyway, I, uh, left that flask over here the other night." Dean says.

       "Yes. I found it. It was so beat up and old, I almost tossed it." She says.

       "Yeah, well, guy it belonged to was beat up and old, too. But I was very close with him, and I'd, uh, I'd hate to lose it." Says Dean.

       "I'll get it for you." Lydia says.

       Dean follows her into the house. "So, how you been? Other than "busy." He asks as Lydia opens a drawer in the main room and takes out the flask.

       A child perhaps a year old is standing up in a crib in the bedroom. "Just that. Really busy. Here you go." Lydia gives the flask to Dean.

        "Oh, wow. I can see why you're busy. You've been babysitting, huh?" Dean says.

       "No." Lydia says.

       "Yours?" Dean asks.

       "Uh-huh."

       Dean walks into the bedroom "You didn't tell me you had a little girl." He says.

      "There's probably all kinds of things we didn't tell each other."

       "What's her name?" Dean asks.

        "Emma." Lydia says.

        "Hi, Emma. Your first?"

       "Yes." She says.

       "Well, I hear they grow like weeds." Dean says.

       "You have no idea." Lydia says.

        Dean's phone rings. "Oh. Sorry. I got to take this." He walks into the main room. "Hello."

HOTEL ROOM
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       Sam swallows and puts down a cup of coffee. "Mm. Hey. Where are you? It's a flask, not the holy grail." He says:

      "Hey, man, I'm a people person, all right?" Dean says. "I'm engaging in some social skills. You get anything out of Morrison?"

       "No. Not yet. Look, would you get back here?" Sam says. "Uh, we're due at the crime lab."

      "Mom, get me out!" A voice says.

      "Shh. Just a minute. [?]" Lydia says.

       "Dean?" Sam asks.

       "Hang on." Dean lowers the phone and steps closer to the bedroom, where Lydia is leaning down close to Emma.

       "Hey, look, why don't you just..."

       "Who's that guy in the other room?" The Voice asks.

       "Shh." Lydia says.

      "Who is that?"

       "You there?" Asks Sam.

        "Shh! Don't talk. We'll discuss it later." Lydia says.

        "Hello!"

        "Let me call you back." Dean hangs up. Sam sighs, hangs up and grabs his jacket.

POLICE MORGUE
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       Sam, Elena and the Forensics Officer are standing on either side of a body that is mostly covered by a sheet. Its severed legs are visible. They flip the sheet over the legs and walk across the room.

      "So, again, we got a guy weighing about two bills, thrown into a wall so hard, he's got pieces of plaster lodged in his skull." The Forensics Officer says.

      "What triggered the Feds' involvement in this case? I always think you boys have bigger fish to fry." Charlene says.

       "No. Actually, we – we – it's –" Sam starts.

       "I just figured it was the similarity to the other cold cases? If it's the Same killer, then he crossed state lines – that would bring you guys in." The Forensics Officer says.

       "Well, that's exactly right. Uh, what he said." Sam says.

      "Yeah. Whatever. You're gonna have to wrap this up. Your case isn't the only one we're working on." Charlene says as Sam nods and she leaves.

       "You get used to her."

      "Uh, so, Eddie, by the way, we didn't bring the cold-case files with us." Elena says. "Is there a chance you have a copy?"

      "Yeah." Eddie says.

      "Great." Sam picks up a receipt in an evidence bag. "The Cobalt Room."

       "Mm! Yeah, it's pretty well known. Looking to hook up, it's a pretty good place to go." Eddie says.

       "I've heard." Sam says.

       "Vic number two was there." Eddie says as Sam takes a file Eddie is holding. "And according to his security guard, he left with a hot girl. Two days later, he's an obituary."

      Elena is reading the file. "Same with Jerry Price." She says.

       "Mm-hmm. And, uh, as far as we can tell, at least a couple of those in there."

       "Same thing in Chicago." Sam says.

       "Yep. A lot of busted marriages, flings with unknown women, that kind of thing, all just before they got offed." Eddie says.

      "Thanks."

STREET OUTSIDE
LYDIA'S HOUSE
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       Dean is watching from his car on a cross street. A car containing three women, one of whom is the Woman who instructed Lydia while she gave birth, pulls up and parks. The driver remains in the car while the other women walk to Lydia's door and ring the bell. Lydia opens the door.

       "Is Emma ready?" The Woman asks.

       "Yes. Come in." Lydia says.

       "Thank you."

       Dean's phone rings. "Yeah." He says.

       "You never showed." Sam says.

       "I'm outside Lydia's." Dean says.

       "Oh, come on, man. What, are you obsessed or something?" Asks Sam.

       "No, I'm telling you. I have been eating at the buffet of strange all afternoon."

       "Meaning what?" Sam asks.

       "I'll tell you the second I know. But something ain't right." Dean says.

       "Or you're obsessed."

       "Shut up. I'm serious." Says Dean.

       "Okay, uh, you – you need backup or..." Sam starts.

        "No, not yet. What's up on your end?" Dean asks.

       "Apparently, there was an identical murder fest two years ago in Chicago, and again in Miami two years before that." Sam says. "All the victims were young, successful a lot of them went to the Same bar. It lines up. The trails always went cold fast."

       "Yeah?" Dean says.

       "Yeah. Oh, and by the way...as a personal kicker, here, at least some of the vics hooked up in that bar you went to, the, uh, the Cobalt Room. So, just saying, man, you – you dodged a bullet."

       The door to Lydia's house opens. The Woman is leaving the house with someone behind her. "Got to go." Dean hangs up.

       "Nice talk." Sam says.

       Dean watches with binoculars as the two women who called at Lydia's house leave with Lydia following them. The second woman is carrying a pink case. "Emma, hurry up. Come on, Emma. Time to go." Lydia says. A little girl about five years old runs out of the house.

       Lydia takes off her own necklace, kneels down in front of the little girl and puts the necklace around her neck.

       "Emma. You be a good girl. Make us proud."

       "I will, momma." Emma gets into the car with the two women.

        "Bye, Emma." The car drives away and Lydia goes back inside.

       Dean starts his car. "I hate when this happens." He follows the other car to an alleyway. The two women and Emma get out and enter a building.

      Emma's door was opened by a third woman who was presumably waiting for them. The car drives away.

HOTEL ROOM
[ ☾]

        "So what? I mean, so maybe she has another kid she didn't tell you about." Sam says.

       "Nope, just the one. Emma." Dean says. "But that night, when I was with her, she didn't have any. And I was at her place, man. There was no playpens, no blankets, no rubber ducks."

       "Right. Like you would have been focused on that kind of thing." Elena sneers.

        "Hey, that's the first thing you notice." Dean says. "Red flags." Sam scoffs. Dean takes two beers out of the fridge. "Then, all of a sudden, boom – baby."

       Sam opens the laptop. "Yeah, the one you thought talked." He says.

       "Oh, it talked. And not baby talk, either." Dean hands Sam a beer.

        "Now you know so much about child development?" Elena asks.

       "I know enough to know that they don't say, "Hey, Mom. Who's that guy?" Dean says.

       Dean closes the laptop and sits down at the table across from Sam and Elena. "Lydia's handing this kid who's calling her mommy over to these two women, right? But this is not a baby. No, no, this kid's got to be five. And same name – Emma." Dean says.

       "You know, George Foreman named all his sons George." Sam says.

      "Are you deliberately messing with me?" Dean asks and Sam shrugs with an upside-down smile. "Dude, I know weird. Okay? There is no non-weird explanation for this. This morning, Emma was a baby. By sunset, she's Hannah Montana. Early years."

       Sam's phone rings. "It's the Professor." He says.

       "Oh. Good. The Professor. Yeah, I'm sure he'll crack this wide open." Dean says.

       "Shh!"

WOMEN'S HOUSE
[ ☾]

       Emma, looking older than she did in the afternoon, is wearing a white dress. The Woman in a black jacket addresses her and other girls. "On this special night, you join an exceptional family. You are ready to take your places alongside us and learn our traditions." She says.

       Another woman holds a tray with pieces of flesh out to the first girl in line. Another woman behind her holds a tray with glasses of milk.

        "This is a tribute to the one who created and protects us." The Wiman says. The other women carrying trays move down the line of five girls. "We hunt for her. We kill for her. And now we consume that kill as a symbol of unity with those who have completed their blood missions and furthered the life of the tribe."

        Emma is still holding her piece of flesh. The other girls have all eaten theirs. "Go ahead, Emma. You need to eat."

UNIVERSITY LECTURE THEATER
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        The Professor is standing at the front of the room next to a projector screen, on which is the carved into the mens' chests. Sam, Elena and Dean are in seats on opposite sides of the aisle, one row apart.

       "You know, identifying the scroll was no day at the beach. Lesser scholars would have crumbled." Morrison says.

       "Professor... the symbol?" Sam asks.

        "Yeah. Yeah. It's ancient, regional. Very difficult to identify. But I managed to find a match." Morrison says. The picture on the projector screen changes to one of an ancient Greek building. "It's a variation of a symbol associated with the Greek Pantheon, the temple of the goddess Harmonia. According to myth, the coupling of Harmonia and Ares, the God of war, produced the Amazons."

       "The Amazons?" Sam asks.

       "Like Wonder Woman?" Dean asks.

        "No, like – like a tribe of warriors. They actually existed. The comic books – they're just silly perversions." Morrison says. "The symbol—" The screen now shows a symbol of two women kneeling around a large urn, below someone on horseback. "I believe it originated with the Amazons. Pictographs meant to pay homage to Harmonia – occult talismans, if you will. They had an exclusively female culture. No use for men whatsoever, except procreation."

       "All the vics were male." Elena says.

       "So you said – with this symbol carved in their chests." Morrison says. The screen now shows a diagram of two composite parts of the symbol that was carved into the men's chests, added together to give the symbol itself.

        "And their hands and feet cut off." Sam says.

       "Now, that is interesting."

        "Got our attention." Dean says. The screen now shows naked women hunters with crossbows pointing arrows at men hung upside down over a fire.

       "After they were impregnated, they killed the male – first cutting off certain body parts." The Professor says.

POLICE STATION
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       "I couldn't check their I.D.s because everything they have is fake." Charlene says. "I've been digging for hours. And one thing's for sure – they ain't FBI."

AMAZON LEADER'S OFFICE
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       A Woman is in black jacket talking on the phone. "And who are they?" She asks.

       "They're after us, is what they are." Charlene says. Sam, Elena and Dean's pictures are on her computer screen, overlaying a map of the US with several locations marked. "Remember that cross-country murder spree those crazy brothers went on a couple months ago?"

       "That's them?" The Leader asks.

        "Barely scratches the surface. They're thugs." Charlene presses a button and Sam, Elena and Dean's pictures enlarge. "Vigilantes. But, look, we've dealt with hunters like this before."

       "Well. The one is already scheduled to be taken care of. We'll just simply add the others to the agenda."