( HUNTERI HEROICI )

OKLAHOMA CITY, OKLAHOMA

PARK
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A Man wearing a suit and a wedding ring sits at a park picnic table and sends a text message on his cell phone. Message sent, he sets the phone down and fingers his wedding ring. "Gary?" A Young Woman walks up behind him. Gary stands up and faces her.

"Olivia. After last time I – I didn't think that you would come." He says.

"I wasn't going to, but..." Olivia starts.

"I'm glad you did."

"So am I." Olivia takes Gary's hands and they smile at each other. We hear a muted thumping noise. "Do you hear that?"

"What?" Gary asks.

"The thumping noise. Is – is that you?"

"You can hear that?" Gary groans and bends over slightly, in pain.

"Gary!" She yells.

Gary puts a hand to his chest. "Aah!" He yells.

"Gary!" Olivia yells as Gary falls back towards the picnic table, gasping in pain. "Gary, what is it?" Gary sits on the bench and pulls his shirt open. "Gary! Gary!"

Gary's heart is thumping dramatically in his chest, pulling his skin upwards in a cookie-cutter heart shape. Gary groans and Olivia screams. Olivia is splattered with blood.

SUPERNATURAL

GAS 'N SIP
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Sam is talking on the phone while filling the Impala. Castiel is leaning against the front of the car. "Right, yeah. No, just, uh – just call us whenever you find something." Sam says as Dean and Elena walk out of the store. "Yeah. Yeah, course." Dean removes the tops from two bottles of beer. "Right. No, I – I, uh..."!Dean hands Sam a beer. "Yeah, hey, you know what? Uh, Dean's here. He really wants to talk to you." Sam hands the phone to Dean.

"Ms. Tran, yeah, hi, uh..." Dean hangs up and tosses the phone back to Sam. "Tunnel. What's going on in Tran-land?"

"Well, uh, Garth finally got them to his houseboat, but Kevin's having a lot of trouble reading their half of the tablet." Sam says. "So far, bits and pieces. Nothing about boarding up Hell."

"Garth has a safe-houseboat?" Dean asks.

"Dude, I don't even ask questions anymore." Sam takes the gas pump out of the Impala. Dean walks to the front of the car, where Castiel is reading a newspaper.

"What's the word, Cas?" Dean asks.

"It's a shortened version of my name." Cas says.

"Yes, it is. I meant what's the word on the Word?" Dean asks. "Any, uh, tablet chatter on angel radio?"

"Oh, I couldn't say. I turned that off." Castiel says.

"You can do that?" Elena asks.

"Yeah, it's a simple matter of blocking out certain subsonic frequencies." Castiel says. "I could draw you a diagram if you want."

"No, that's – we're good." Dean says. "Why'd you flip the switch?"

"Because it's a direct link to Heaven. And I don't want anything to do with that place – not anymore."

"So what now? Move to Vermont, open up a charming B&B?" Dean asks.

"No. I still want – I still need to help people. So..." Castiel smiles. "I'm gonna become a hunter."

"Really?" Elena asks.

"Yeah. I could be your other third wheel." Castiel says.

"Hey! I'm not a third wheel!" Elena says and crosses her arms. "If anything, I'm the foundation of the bike."

"You know that's not a good thing, right?" Dean says to Castiel.

"Of course it is. A third wheel adds extra grip, greater stability. I even found a case." Castiel says. "Oklahoma City – a man's heart jumped 10 feet out of his chest. It sounds like our kind of thing, right?"

"He's got a point." Sam says.

"Excellent." Castiel raps the car and turns away. "I'll see you there."

"Wait, Cas, Cas! If you want to play cowboys and bloodsuckers, that's fine." Dean says. "But you're gonna stick with us, okay? None of this zapping around crap. Capiche?"

"Yeah, I capiche."

"All right, then." Dean walks to the driver's door.

"Can I, uh, at least ride in the front seat?" Castiel asks.

Dean and Sam simultaneously speak, Sam while shouldering Castiel out of the way. "No." Dean and Sam get into the front seats. Castiel opens the door behind Sam and sits next to Elena.

POLICE MORGUE
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A body covered with a sheet lies on a table. "Coroner said his heart was ejected from his body. Got some air, too. Found it in a sandbox." A Detective says. Sam, Elena and Dean are wearing their FBI suits, Castiel his trenchcoat.

"Any idea what happened, Detective?" Sam asks.

"A lot of people are thinking drugs, Agent Nash – an assload of drugs."

Castiel turns to Dean. "There are no narcotics in that man's system. His molecules are all wrong." He says.

"But you don't think that, huh?" Elena asks.

"Never seen an eightball do that." The Detective pulls back the sheet to reveal the cookie-cutter heart-shaped hole in Gary's chest.

"Wow. And who called this in?" Asks Elena.

"Friend of his named Olivia Kopple. She saw the whole thing."!She pulls the sheet back up. Her phone rings. "Oh." She looks at the caller ID. "Ah, crap. I have – I have to take this. Here's everything we got." She hands Sam a file. "Knock yourself out."

"Thanks." Sam says.

"Listen, you see anything weird, anything out of the box, you give us a call." Dean hands the Detective a card.

"Whatever you say, Scully." The Detective says. "Detective Glass. On my way." Sam reads the file.

"I can't sense any EMF or sulfur. Mr. Freling's arterial health is, uh, excellent." Castiel leans over the corpse and sniffs. "Mm. He did recently suffer from a..." He sniffs. "...mild, uh..." He sniffs. "What is that? ...bladder infection."

"Cas, stop smelling the dead guy." Dean says.

"Why? Now I know everything about this man. So we can –" Castiel starts.

"Do you know he was having an affair?" Sam asks.

"What?"

"Strike one, Sherlock." Dean says.

"According to Olivia, they would meet at the park every Thursday at 12:45, walk to the Moonlight diner, where she always ordered a Caesar salad, dressing on the side." Sam says. "They would chat about everything, and she'd be back on the road by 1:30."

"You don't think she's telling the truth." Says Cas.

"Too much detail. Sounds rehearsed." Dean says.

"Plus, we drove past the Moonlight diner on the way into town." Sam says. "It's attached to the Moonlight motel."

"Okay, well, let's say that, uh, Gary here's on the prowl, but he's playing it safe because..." Dean lifts Gary's left hand out from under the sheet and sees his wedding ring. "...dude's married. Doesn't want anyone to see his ride parked out in front of a by-the-hour fleabag."

"So he stashes his car at the park across the street, meets Olivia there." Sam says.

"His wife probably found out about it, and it broke her heart." Dean says.

"So she breaks his. Sounds witchy." Elena says.

"Yes, it does. Guy was living a lie, and it came back to bite him in the ticker. But nice job on the bladder infection." Dean walks away, and Castiel follows him. The camera zooms in on Sam's face.

FLASHBACK

HOUSE
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Sam is sitting on the couch next to Riot, unpacking a box of books. He takes out an album titled "Amelia and Don Forever" and is about to open it when Amelia comes into the room.

"He said he'd be here by 5:00." She says.

Sam stands up and walks over to Amelia. "Uh, just, deep breath. It's gonna be okay." He smiles at her.

"I know. It's just this house, you – he's gonna think we're moving too fast." Amelia says. "Are we moving too fast?"

Sam pauses. "We're making up for lost time." He kisses Amelia. There is a knock at the door. Amelia exhales sharply.

"Don't talk politics. Don't say anything bad about the Cowboys." She says. "And whatever you do, don't – do not use the words "moist" or "irregardless."

"There goes my opener." Sam says.

Amelia opens the door. "Hi, Dad!" She yells.

Amelia's Father laughs and hugs her. "Ohh, munchkin!" He yells.

"Okay, embarrassing." She says.

"That is my job, kiddo." He looks at Sam, then away. "So, who's this handsome fella?" Sam smiles, but Amelia's Father walks over to Riot. "Yeah, he's a good boy! How you doing there? You're beautiful."

"That good boy belongs to this good boy." Amelia says. 0Stan Thompson, this is Sam Winchester."

"Hi." Stan says as they shake hands.I heard a lot about you."

"Not all bad, I hope."

Stan laughs. "So, this is a nice place. Lawn could use a mow." He says.

"Sam found it. I've been so busy lately." Amelia says. "He's had to move us in by himself, pretty much."

"Huh. Job almost well done."

"Do you want a drink, Dad? We have beer, iced tea –" She starts.

"Anything cold will be fantastic. Thank you, sweetheart." Stan says.

"Okay."

"Mr. Thompson, um, I just – I know this must be weird." Sam says. "Uh, you haven't seen Amelia in months, and now she's living with a guy you've never met."

"Ame said you went to Stanford."

"I did." Sam says.

"It's a good school."

"It is." Says Sam.

"So what do you do now?" Stan asks.

"I work at a motel in town."

"Ah. Balancing the books?" He asks.

"Uh, no. Maintenance, mostly." Sam says.

"Ah. Well, that makes sense. 'Cause I got to say, Sam, you look like a real fixer-upper to me." Stan says. Sam looks taken aback and uncomfortable.

END FLASHBACK

HOUSE
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The Impala is parked outside a suburban house. "I – I don't understand." A Woman says. Mrs Freling, wearing black, is sitting at the table in front of a box of Kleenex. "Gary had a heart attack. Why would the FBI –"

"The parks are government property." Dean says. "We just got a few questions for you."

Castiel turns to Dean, Elena and Sam. "I'll, uh... I'll handle this. I've done research. I can crack her." He leans over next to Mrs Freling. "Now, Ms. Freling, I don't want to bother you. I – I really don't. But I – I do have just one question for you." He slams table. "Why did you kill your husband?!"

"Agent Stills. A word, please." Dean says as Mrs Freling sobs.

Castiel walks over to Dean. "What? I was being bad cop." He says.

"No, you were being bad everything." Dean says.

"Please, forgive my partner." Sam sits down at the table opposite Mrs Freling. "He's, uh – he's going through some stuff."

Dean looks to Castiel. "Listen to them." He says.

"What he was trying to ask – is – is there any way Gary might have had secrets – something he was hiding?" Elena asks.

"Hiding? Like what?" She asks. There is a knock at the door and someone lets themself in.

"Deb?" Olivia enters, carrying a casserole. Mrs Freling walks towards her.

"Olivia."

"Hey." Olivia says as she and Mrs Freling hug, both crying. "Are you okay?"

"As in mistress Olivia?" Dean asks.

"This is awkward." Castiel says.

Mrs Freling has an arm around Olivia. "I'm sorry. W-what did you think Gary was hiding?" She asks.

"That he was sleeping with her." He says.

"I know."

"You know?" Elena asks.

"Gary and I – we... had an arrangement. He was seeing Olivia, and I was spending some time with our neighbor P.J."

"I'll, uh – I'll put this in the kitchen." Olivia says.

"I'll help." Mrs Freling says.

"Yeah."

"Okay." Mrs Freling and Olivia leave the room.

"Frigging suburbs, man." Dean says.

"So she's not a witch." Castiel asks.

"Just the best wife ever." Dean says.

"Then what killed her husband?" Asks Cas.

"Who gives a..."

TOP OF CITY BUILDING
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A car horn blares. The camera looks down from the top of a building. A Man is standing on the edge of the building, looking down at the street below. He starts to cry and taps his feet. He takes a deep breath, closes his eyes and steps off the building.

Instead of falling, he is suspended in mid-air as if he were standing on an invisible platform. The Man opens his eyes and looks around in shock. "It's a miracle! God wants me to live!" The Man laughs joyfully, looking up at the sky. He then looks down and falls. We hear a screech of brakes and a siren.

Sam looks over the edge of the building to the street below, then walks over to Detective Glass, Elena and Dean. Castiel is standing some distance away. "Looks like suicide." Sam says.

"It was. Guy left a note. He invested everything in Roman Industries and lost it all when they crashed and burned last year." The Detective says.

"So why call us?" Dean asks.

"Because I have two witnesses who swear that Madoff here floated in mid-air for a good 10 seconds, then he looked down, and splat." Detective Glass says. "Not sure I buy that, but the way they're talking, it sounds like something straight out of a –"

"Cartoon." Dean finishes.

"Hey, Detective." A Man says.

"You said you wanted weird."

"Thanks." Says Dean. Detective Glass walks away and Castiel joins Dean, Elena and Sam.

"Yeah, what do you got?" Glass asks.

"She's right, you know. I mean, the whole heart jumping out of the guy's chest, the – the – the delayed fall – that's straight-up Bugs Bunny." Dean says.

"So we're looking for some sort of insect-rabbit hybrid?" Cas asks. "How do we kill it?"

"No, we don't, Cas. That's a character, like, uh – like Woody Woodpecker or Daffy Duck." Sam says.

"They're little animated movies." Elena says.

"You know, uh, the coyote chases a roadrunner, and then the –" Dean laughs. "...the anvil gets dropped on his head." Sam smiles.

"Is it supposed to be funny?" Castiel asks.

Dean starts unsmiling. "No. It's hilarious." He says.

MOTEL ROOM
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Castiel is sitting on the edge of a bed watching a cartoon on television. "Stay tuned, kids! We'll be right back!" Castiel laughs and turns off the television. Sam, Elena and Dean are sitting at the table, Sam using the laptop and Dean reading while Elena looks in a journal.

"I understand. The bird represents God. And coyote is man, endlessly chasing the divine, yet never able to catch him. It's... It's hilarious." Cas says.

"I got no idea what we're hunting. Maybe it's a Tulpa. Maybe it's some – some crazy god who watched too much "Robot Chicken." Dean says. "I – I – I mean, is there a link between "Heartbreak Hotel" and "Free Fallin'"?

"Not that I can find." Sam says.

"All right, well, I'm gonna call it." Dean closes the journal he was reading. "Cas, you gonna book a room or what?"

"No, I'll stay here." Castiel says.

"Oh, okay. Yeah. We'll have a slumber party, braid Sam's hair." Dean says and Elena smiles. "Where are you gonna sleep?"

"I don't sleep."

"Okay, well, I need my four hours, so..." Dean starts.

"I'll watch over you."

"That's not gonna happen." Dean says.

Castiel stands up and puts a hand to his temple. "Something's coming across the police band." He says.

"Wait, you can hear that?" Sam asks.

"It's all waves. A bank has been robbed. It sounds loony." Castiel says.

"Define 'loony'." Dean says.