( HEARTACHE )

MINNEAPOLIS, MINNESOTA

PARK
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        A young male Jogger is jogging along a path. A Heavyset Man running faster catches up to him, jogs near him for a few moments as they look at each other, then sprints off.

       The Jogger stops to catch his breath before jogging on. Further down the path, the Jogger comes to a stop in front of the Heavyset Man, who seems to be waiting for him.

        The Jogger holds out his hand. "Congratulations. You're fast." He says.

       The Heavyset Man grabs the Jogger's outstretched right arm with his left hand. "I do a lot of cardio." The Heavyset Man plunges his right hand into the Jogger's chest and withdraws his heart. He falls to the ground.

SUPERNATURAL

FARMERS' MARKET
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        Sam picks up a red apple from a basket and takes a bite. Dean is looking at his phone with Elena's arm looped through his. "Wow. Guy goes to Purgatory for a year, all hell breaks loose. Check this out. A jogger in Minneapolis gets his heart ripped out." Dean says.

       "I'm guessing literally?" Asks Sam.

       "Only way that interests me. And then, there's another article from six months ago." Dean says as Sam puts tomatoes into a canvas bag. "Same thing happens, also in Minneapolis. What does that tell us?"

       "Stay out of Minneapolis." Elena says.

        "Two hearts ganked, Same city, six months apart." Dean says and Sam hands over money for his purchases. "I mean, that's got to be a ritual, man. Or at least some sort of a heart-sucking, possessed, satanic, crack-whore bat."

       "A what?" Sam asks.

       "It's a case. Look, I say we hang out the shingle again and ride." Dean says.

       "We're on a case, Dean. Kevin and the demon tablet need to be found, so heart guy takes a number." Sam says.

       "Uh, we just spent a week chasing our asses trying to lock Kevin down, okay? And look at us. We're –" Dean looks around at their surroundings. "Where the hell are we?"

       "Farmers' market." Sam says slowly as he holds up the apple. "Organic. What? I had a year off. I took the time to enjoy the good things."

       "While avoiding doing what we actually do." Dean says.

       "Wow, Dean, does it make you feel that much better every time you say it?" Sam asks.

        "All right, man, look, I get it. You took a year off to do yoga and play the lute, whatever, but I'm back. Okay, we're back, which means that we walk and kill monsters at the Same time." Dean says. "We'll find Kevin. But in the meantime, do we ignore stuff like this? Or are innocent people supposed to die so that you can shop for produce?"

POLICE STATION
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       Someone drops a folder with photos of the dead Jogger onto a desk. As the camera pans out, we see that Dean, Elena and Sam in suits are talking to a Detective.

        "Here's what's odd about this thing – the guy wasn't chopped or cut into, no incision. But his heart was ripped out of him like a peach pit." The Detective says.

       "Was he robbed?" Asks Elena.

       "Phone, watch, money all still on him."

       "What about enemies?" Asks Dean.

       "He was in town for a conference. No local connections." Says The Detective.

       "You guys had another one of these about, uh, six months ago?" Asks Dean.

      "Yeah, and we hit a brick wall. We had nothing to go on, really. Thought maybe we got lucky here." The Detective walks over to a TV. "A park surveillance camera picked up something."

      They watch the Heavyset Man overtake the Jogger on the security camera footage. "Huh. That chubby guy the last person to see the vic alive?" Dean asks

       "Other than the killer. Name's Paul Hayes. We, uh, pulled him in for questioning."

       "So what makes you think he's clean?" Sam asks.

        "Well, so far, no reason not to. I mean, he said he briefly saw the victim, he ran out ahead, that was it."

       "What, you mean he didn't fall to his knees and confess to gutting the guy?" Dean asks.

      "No. I mean we did a thorough check on the guy, not so much as a parking ticket came up. I mean, look at him. I mean, sure, he can run a little bit, but Thor he ain't." The Detective says. "You think he's gonna grab Freddy fitness here and throw him down and rip out his heart? I don't think so. Forgive me if I didn't take him out back and shoot him."

       "Okay, uh, so... any idea where we can find this guy?" Asks Elena.

PAUL HAYES' HOUSE
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        Paul is mixing a smoothie in a blender as Sam and Elena wait. "Sorry. I kind of try to stick to a nutrition and workout schedule. Do you want a hit?" Paul offers.

       "I'm good. Thanks." Sam says.

       "Oh."

       "So, Paul, you passed a runner who was later killed." Sam says. "Did you speak with him at all?"

       "Yeah, I went over this with the cops. I-I–I didn't know him. I had never spoken to him. I ran past him. I never saw him again. The end." Paul says. A toilet flushes offscreen and Dean walks into the room. "Mm, oh. It's disgusting. It tastes like crap, but it keeps you young."

       "Thanks, uh – uh... too much fiber." Dean says.

       "No such thing."

       "Thank you." Sam says. "See? Now, Paul, we couldn't help but notice that the jogger you outraced was a good deal younger than you."

       "Yeah, and less, uh..." Dean starts.

       "Uh, full-figured? You should've seen me before." Paul says. "Yeah, hugging a desk all day and watching TV all night, eating fried everything was killing me. I had a health scare about a year ago."

       "I'm sorry to hear that." Elena says.

       "No, it changed my life. I mean, I started taking care of myself."

       "Now your body's a temple, huh?" Asks Dean.

        "Where I worship every day." Paul drinks some of his smoothie. "Ah."

CAFE
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        Sam walks through the café and joins Dean and Elena. "All right, so... what's the word? What did you find poking around at Paul's?" Sam asks.

       "Ah, just the usual – condoms, hair gel. No hex bags, nothing satanic, nothing spooky." Dean is using a laptop.

       Sam flips through papers. "So, he didn't seem like a guy who would be voted most likely to disembowel?" He asks.

       "No, they never do." Dean says as Sam sighs. "Wait a minute. Here's another one."

       "What, murder?" Asks Elena.

       "And a do-it-yourself heart bypass. Two days after this one."

       "What part of Minneapolis?" Sam asks.

       "The Iowa part. Ames." Dean says.

       "Well, Paul was here being questioned. There's no way that could have been him." Sam says.

       "This guy was a cop." Dean is looking at the Des Moines Herald online. The headline reads 'Ames Police Officer Arrested in Murder'. "This is exactly what happened six months ago. Minneapolis, then Ames. Guess you missed that one. I'm just saying."

        We see a close-up of the photo in the online article. The description reads "Officer Arthur Swensen, resident of Ames, now in Police Custody."

AMES POLICE STATION
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        "Arthur Swenson. Real top-shelf officer. 20 years on the force. He'd ordered a pizza, which the vic delivered." An Officer, Levitt, says.

       "And then?" Sam asks.

       "The vic didn't make his next drop-off. His body was found on the walk in front of Swenson's."

       "And he wasn't wearing a heart?" Dean asks.

       "No. Heartless." The Officer says.

       "And, uh, what about Swenson?" Elena asks.

       "Crumpled on the front stoop. Covered in blood, crying like a baby. Ironically, he had been in court all week, testifying." A phone rings and another Officer calls out to Levitt.

       "Hey, Levitt, line two."

       "Excuse me." Officer Levitt says to the gang and answers the phone. "Go ahead."

       "So that couldn't have been him in Minneapolis." Sam says

      "I hate when this happens." Dean says as Officer Levitt hangs up the phone. "So, this Arthur guy, what does – what does he have to say?"

       "Uh... it's not real helpful."

POLICE STATION / JAIL INTERVIEW ROOM
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        Arthur Swensen is sitting at a table clasping and unclasping his hands and repeating the Same words over and over. "K'uhul ajaw, Cacao, shi-jiiy. K'uhul ajaw, Cacao, shi-jiiy." He repeats.

       "So, you getting his statement?" Dean asks.

       "Uh, yeah, k-kind of. Probably not." Sam says.

       "It's too bad I dropped out of Lunatic 101." Says Dean.

       "Whatever it is, it sounds like he's repeating it." Elena says.

       "Look at his eyes." Dean says and leans in. "Hey, Arthur... did you do this alone?"

       "Arthur, did some invisible voice tell you you had to kill?" Asks Sam.

       Arthur bangs his hands on the table. "K'uhul ajaw, Cacao, shi-jiiy! [more softly, repeating]K'uhul ajaw, Cacao, shi-jiiy." He says.

       "Oh, now you've pissed him off. Hey, Art. Can I call you Art? Listen, I'm gonna sprinkle your arm with holy water..." Dean takes out a flask. "...and it's gonna steam and burn if you're possessed by a demon." Dean turns to Sam. "He's a mushroom." Dean pours holy water on his arm. Nothing happens.

       "Okay, not possessed." Sam says.

       "Just crazy." Elena says.

       "Arthur, you want to tell us why you did this?" Dean asks.

       "K'uhul ajaw, Cacao, shi-jiiy."

       "Okay." Dean walks towards the door.

STORY COUNTY POLICE DEPARTMENT
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        Arthur is sitting on the edge of his bed, rocking back and forth and repeating the Same words over and over. "K'uhul ajaw, Cacao, shi-jiiy." He pulls a metal bar from the bed frame and points it at his eye. The scene shifts to the hallway outside his cell. We hear a stabbing noise and screaming.

MOTEL ROOM
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       Sam is playing a recording of Arthur repeating "K'uhul ajaw, Cacao, shi-jiiy." He, Elena and Dean are still wearing their dress shirts and pants.

       "So, what do you think?" Sam asks.

       "Personally, I prefer the Keith Richards version." Dean says.

      "Can you actually understand any of the words?" Asks Elena.

       "If they are words. Sounds like babble to me." Dean says. "Wait a second."

       "What?" Asks Sam.

       "I bought a translation app."

       Sam looks surprised. "You bought an app." He says.

       "Yeah. Here, play it." Dean holds out his phone and Sam plays the recording again. "And babble wins. 'Language unknown'." He holds up his phone for Sam to read. Sam's phone rings.

      "Mm. Agent Sambora." Sam says. "What?"

HOSPITAL
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        Arthur is lying in a hospital bed with a bandage around his head. Dean and Elena are talking to Dr. Kashi outside the room. "So, Dr Kashi, what are we looking at here, some kind of psychotic break?" Dean asks.

       "Oh, definitely. He was very thorough. Severed the optic nerve." Kashi says. "He was determined to remove the eye."

       "And he used, uh, what to cut with?" Elena asks.

      "He doesn't look strong enough, but he broke off part of the bed frame and used it as a knife." Dr. Kashi looks to a Nurse who handed her a file. "Thank you."

       "Wow. They should put warning labels on those beds." Dean says.

       "Like I said – determined."

       "I noticed that he had two different-colored eyes." Says Dean.

       "Yes. Apparently, he was in an accident where much of one eye was shattered." She says. "His vision was saved with a transplant."

      "When was this?" Elena asks.

       Dr. Kashi looks at the file. "A year ago, almost to the date. And, interestingly, it's the transplanted eye he chose to cut out." She says.

       "Really? Hey, let me ask you something, doc." Dean says. "Is it possible to trace the donor of a transplanted organ?"

      "Difficult."

       "But possible?" Elena asks and Dr. Kashi smiles at her. "Hmm."