( THE THULE SOCIETY )

TWO WEEKS LATER

BUNKER
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Dean enters, carrying a duffel bag. He calls out to Sam as he walks towards the "Bat Cave" room, where Sam is sitting in front of his laptop at a table and Elena sitting next to him. "Hey!" Dean yells.

"Hey! So... how's Kevin doing?" Sam asks.

"You know. He's okay, I guess. In his corner, hacking out his Da Vinci code – nothing actionable yet." Dean takes a beer out of the refrigerator. "Garth says hi, by the way. Anything from Cas?"

Sam smiles. "No. Not – not a peep. Why? You?" He asks.

"No, he's, uh – he's not answering." Dean says.

"Right. Well, uh, so I have been..." Sam sits down opposite him. "...trying to chart out the Letters' network of hunters, their allies, uh, affiliated groups they worked with, kept files on..."

"Circa 1958?" Dean asks.

"Yeah. True. Uh, most are dead or defunct, but others – I'm not so sure, and this one... you should definitely check out." Sam puts a file with the Aquarian Star symbol on it in front of Dean.

"The Judah Initiative?" Dean asks.

"European team – they were active during World War II." Sam says.

"Really? Hunters fighting in a war – that's cool." Says Dean.

"Not exactly hunters, n-not exactly fighting, but, uh..." Elena says.

"Rabbis? Rabbis?" Dean asks and Sam nods. "Really?" He looks at a photograph of a group of men in the file.

"The Letters' file on them is – is sketchy, but, apparently, they were hard-core saboteurs. So, we ran a search on the Initiative's entire roster, and I got a hit – one Rabbi Isaac Bass." Sam says. "He was 17 years old when he joined the Initiative and 85 years old when he died... two weeks ago." He turns his laptop towards Dean. "In a college town back east, he was capped."

"'Capped'?" Dean says. The headline of the Wilkes-Barre Monitor article on the laptop screen reads "Freak Accident on Campus."

"Yeah. He was there doing research, and according to eyewitnesses, he spontaneously combusted." Sam says.

"So... this is a case?" Dean asks and Sam raises his eyebrows. Dean looks around the room as if he doesn't want to leave. "I just got back."

LIBRARY
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The Impala stops for a moment and Sam gets out, then it drives off. "So you... worked with the late Rabbi Bass?" The Librarian asks.

Sam, wearing jeans, a jacket and a vest, stands at the counter talking to the same Librarian who spoke to Rabbi Bass. Elena is also there wearing faux glasses. "I was a research associate of Rabbi Bass, yes. I'm trying to complete his last paper for publication. I'd just like to review what he was after here." He says.

"Well, that would be quite a lot of material. He was here open to close for almost a week."

"Wow. Um, how about just the stuff he was looking at... you know, the day he, uh... caught fire?" Sam asks.

"Does shorten the list a bit."

CAMPUS PUB
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Two Attractive Young Women in matching sports uniforms are sitting across a table from Dean, who is wearing a suit. "He was a really nice old kook." The First Girl says.

"Really nice."

"Kook? How so?" Dean asks.

"You know, he'd talk a lot to us, to himself, to anyone who'd listen. He was always talking about this secret war that nobody knew was going on." The Second Girl says.

"Conspiracy stuff – he was obsessed with Nazis."

"But he said they were "Special Nazis." You know, necromancers." She says.

"Necromancers?" Dena asks.

A Bearded Young Man carrying a fruity drink with a pink umbrella in it sits down at a table nearby. He appears to be watching Dean.

"Yeah, like from that world of whatever-craft that my little brother is always playing."

"Nazi... necromancers." Dean says, disbelieving.

"It's sad, isn't it – that old people have to go so crazy?" The First Girl.

"I know. It is sad."

"Hmm." Dean looks at the Bearded Young Man, who is staring at him. The Bearded Young Man smiles and raises a hand. "You, um..." The Bearded Man looks away. "I'm sorry. You, uh, you both saw the accident?"

"I can still hear his screams."

"It was like the fire was alive, like – like it was attacking him."

"It was like watching the most awful movie of the most terrible thing you could possibly see."

"It was like that."

"Yeah." Dean looks at the Bearded Young Man again. After meeting Dean's eyes for a moment, the Young Man looks down.

LIBRARY
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A woman pushing a trolley leaves Sam at a table with the box labeled "FD113." Sam, who is wearing white gloves, opens the box and takes out "The Explorer's Guide to North American Birds."

CAMPUS PUB
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Dean holds up his FBI badge to the Bearded Young Man. "Special Agent Bolan." He puts his badge on the table and the Young Man looks at it.

"Oh, really? Wow. I thought you were like a headhunter or something." He laughs.

"This is the second, maybe third time I'm seeing you today? Why you following me, Gingerbread?" Dean asks.

"Oh, so we, um... we didn't have a thing back there, huh?" The Man asks.

"Back where? W-what, now?" Dean asks.

"I'm sorry, man. I – I thought – I thought we had a thing back at the quad, you know – a little "eye magic" moment, and I saw you here..." The Man says as Dean picks up his badge. "...and I figured I'd wait until you were done with your meeting and then maybe we might, uh..."

"Yeah. Uh, okay, but no – uh, no moment. This is a... federal investigation." Dean says.

"Is that supposed to make you less interesting? No. I – I'm sorry, man. I hope – I hope I didn't freak you out or anything."

"No. No. I – I'm n-not freaked out. It's just a, you know... a federal thing. It's, uh... Okay..." Dean says as his phone rings. "...citizen. As you were." He walks away.

"You have a good night."

"You – you..." Dean turns back to the Young Man and bumps into a table, causing glasses to knock against each other. "...have a – okay." He leaves the pub. Dean answers his phone. "Yeah."

"Hey." Sam says. We see Sam and Elena from a distance, as if through the eyes of someone watching him. "Hey. So I, uh, looked into the rabbi's research. It doesn't make a lot of sense –" Sam pauses and looks around. The camera shifts as if the person watching him ducked behind a corner. "Um, bird watching."

The scene alternates between Dean walking away from the campus pub and Sam walking away from the library. "Huh. Well, uh, the two very hot co-captains of the women's volleyball team agree that the rabbi's death was very unnatural. I think we still got a case." Dean says.

"That would explain why I have something stuck to my shoe." Sam says.

"You being followed?"

"Yeah, I think so." Sam says.

"That's weird. I thought I was being followed earlier." Dean says. "Turned out to be a gay thing."

"What?"

"Nothing. You guys need a hand?" Dean asks.

"Yes, please. Got someplace quiet?" Sam asks.

"Visitors' parking – the boonies. I'll park in the back. 30 minutes."

VISITORS' PARKING AREA
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Sam and Elena walk to the trunk of the Impala. Sam fumbles the keys, deliberately drops them to the ground and crouches down to pick them up. Dean walks up behind a Large Man, who crouching in the bushes watching Sam.

"Hey, pal." Dean says. The Large Man stands up, towering over Dean, and we see that he is the Large Man from 1944. Dean yells as he goes flying through the air. He crashes into the Impala, breaking a side window, and falls to the ground. Elena immediately runs to his side.

"Dean?" Asks Sam and Dean groans. The Large Man steps out of the bushes and heads for Sam, who opens the trunk of the Impala and takes out a machete. Sam swings the knife at the Large Man and it gets stuck in his forearm. Dean rolls over onto his front on the ground and raises his head to watch.

With an effort, Sam pulls the knife free. The Large Man grabs Sam by the throat and lifts him off the ground. "Stop." Someone says and The Large Man lets go of Sam. The Bearded Young Man from the campus pub walks up.

"Oh, my spleen. Ahh!" Dean yells.

"What... the hell... is that?" Sam asks.

"He's a Golem. Well, he's my Golem."

"Right." Sam says. With a grimace, Dean flops onto his back.

HOUSE
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The Bearded Young Man opens the door. The Golem pushes him aside and walks past him into the house. The Young Man, Dean, Elena and Sam follow. "The rabbi who was murdered, Isaac Bass – he was my grandfather. That's why we're here. When you guys started to follow up on his case, we started following you." The Young Man says. The Golem paces the room.

"So, wait. What you're saying is that you and me – we, uh, didn't have a moment?" Dean asks.

"No, man. I was tailing you."

"Did I miss something?" Elena asks.

Dean turns to Sam. "Told you I was being followed. He was my gay thing." He says and Elena looks at him. "It was really good. You really had me there. It was very smooth."

"Yeah, well, smooth is just about all I got." The Young Man says and the Golem looks at him. "What?" The Golem grunts. "Yeah, that's right. Keep walking... you Chia Pet." The Golem makes another noise.

"So, that's a Golem?" Sam asks.

"Yes. Shaped from clay and brought to life by rabbis to protect the Jewish people in times of – I don't know – general crappiness."

"And he's yours?" Elena asks.

"Hardly. My grandfather left him to me. I'm the last surviving descendant of the members of this... thing, this... Initiative." The Young Man says.

"The Judah Initiative?" Asks Sam.

"Right, and he –" The Young Man starts.

The Golem yells directly behind Sam and Dean, growling. "Who?!" He yells. Dean, Elena and Sam jump and look around in alarm. "Who are they to know about the men of Judah?"

"It's okay." Dean says. The Bespectacled Man watches through the windows. "We are the good guys."

"W-we're hunters, uh – Sam and Dean Winchester and Elena Gilbert." Sam says. "We know about The Judah Initiative because our grandfather was a Man of Letters."

"Yes. The rabbis knew the Men of Letters." Golem says. The Bespectacled Man watches through the windows. The Young Man hands beers to Dean and Sam.

"Thank you." Dean says.

"Thanks." Sam says.

"Take a seat. So... your grandfather was into all this supernatural stuff, too?"

"Yeah, grandparents, mom, dad, truckload of cousins – the whole family was lousy for it, but we..." Dean looks at the Golem, which is still pacing. "...never had a Golem."

"Right. Yeah. We, um, we grew up in it, but you... didn't?" Asks Sam.

"My grandfather's adventures, the Initiative, the Golem, the war – they were the stories that he told me when I was a kid. I thought it was make-believe." The Young Man says. "So did my parents – you know, fantasies to help him cope with all the horrible stuff he'd seen, but every once in a while, crazy old Grandpa Bass would come back by on one of his trips, hand me a $20 savings bond, and say, "one day, you'll inherit the mantle." Sure enough, a few days after he died, this big box shows up at my apartment. He always said I'd know what to do. Which was crap, because when I opened that box, this big, naked, potato-faced lunatic wakes up and goes crazy!"

We see the scene briefly from outside the house as the Golem looks out the window. "I didn't... go crazy." It says.

"You trashed my entertainment center! And my water bed."

"This boy knows nothing, observes none of the mitzvahs, labors on Sabbath, dines on swine." The Golem says.

"Everybody loves bacon!"

"He's no rabbi. Yifalchunbee!" Yells the Golem.

The Young Man holds up a hand. "Oh, don't start with that stuff again." He says.

"Yifalchunbee!"

"Enough! Please! Quiet time!" The Young Man says. The Golem resumes pacing around the house.

"All right. What was that? What was he saying?" Elena asks.

"It's Hebrew for something like "take charge," but I have no idea what he means. Look, I grew up in Short Hills. I cheated my way through Hebrew school. I never really listened to my grandfather, what he was saying."

"So, wait – he just sends you this – this Golem and expects you to work it out?" Elena asks.

"He didn't get much chance to prepare me, I guess. My parents – they did everything they could to prevent him from screwing me up with all his crazy talk." The Young Man says. "See, after the war, my grandfather spent the rest of his life trying to track down something he called the Thule Society."

"The Thule Society. Right. They were Nazis." Sam says.

"Nazi necromancers." Dean corrects.

"N-necro-who?"

"Uh, necromancer – uh, witches, sorcerers, dark magic, mostly with dead people." Sam says.

"Okay. All I know about the Thule is that they were this twisted, secret fraternity, hell-bent on world domination, that sponsored the early days of the Nazi Party. My grandfather said The Judah Initiative was started to fight them."

"And the Thule murdered your grandfather, boy. Find them so I can do my work!" The Golem smashes a side table.

"Hey! Hey! We're renting here! Renting." The Young Man says as The Golem walks into the kitchen. "Look... I think my Golem's right. My grandfather – he left me this message on my machine the day he died, and he said that he had found something that the Thule were willing to kill him for. He said he was hiding it here in plain sight. He left me this weird – I don't know – equation." He takes a piece of paper out of his pocket. "It's not a phone number or an address or coordinates – Q-L-6-7-3-W-3-8?" He hands the piece of paper to Dean.

"Is it a combination?" Dean hands it to Sam.

"Oh, it's a call number. Library of Congress – their filing system. They use it in college libraries." Sam says.
"Uh, Q-L-6-7-3 – that... that's sciences. Uh... birds, I'm guessing. Let's go." He heads for the door.

LIBRARY
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Elena, Dean, Sam, the Young Man and the Golem enter the library. Dean is holding lock picks. "What, do you two just break in wherever you go?" The Young Man asks.

"Yeah, well, our dad wanted us to have a solid career to fall back on, just in case this hunter thing didn't pan out." Dean says.

Sam reads a directory sign on the wall. Sciences are on Level 2. "Okay, so if I'm right, then I think your grandfather switched manuscript FD113 out of the archives. I'll be right back." He runs up the stairs. Dean and Elena sit down to wait at the bottom of the stairs.