( JUST A DREAM )

        Later, Dean, Elena and Sam are sitting at the table reading the letters. "They're all the same. 'Dearest Betsy...' Blah blah blah. Who's Betsy?" Sam asks.

       "I don't know. Girlfriend? Eleanor didn't mention a Betsy." Elena says.

       "This one looks old. Uh, "Dearest Betsy, third day of training camp. Roadwork improving. Working on my left jab." Sam recites, "They say this kid Sugar Ray is gonna be tough."

        "Sugar Ray? As in Robinson? Didn't he box in, like, the '40s?" Dean asks. "Is it signed the Same?"

       "Yeah. 'Love, me'." Sam says.

       "Here. 'Dearest Betsy, on the road again. So hard to be away from you, honey. Will give the Red Sox hell and get back to you'."

       "'Dearest Betsy..." Says Sam.

        "'Dearest Betsy, Le Mans will be a bitch this year with all the rain...'" Dean says.

       "'...the Phillies are tough, but we're looking to be tougher..."

        "...them Dodgers will wish they never left Brooklyn..." Dean says.

        "Wait, this one looks recent. "Dearest Betsy... So tired of it all." Sam says.

MOTEL ROOM
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         Sam is using the laptop at the table. Dean is reading from a clipboard while sitting on a chair pulled up to one of the beds, which is covered with papers and files.

        "Hey. I pulled up the names on those trophies. Check it out." Sam says as Dean and Elena move their chairs over to sit next to Sam. "All right, Brick Holmes – football player." He brings up photos on the laptop. "Charlie Karnes – race-car driver. Davey Samuelson – baseball player. Kelly Duran – boxer. Four different guys, right?"

       "Okay." Dean says.

       "Check this out." Sam arranges the photos so that head shots of the four athletes appear on the page. "Same dark eyes, Same cheekbones, nose, mouth."

       "Wait, are you saying that these four guys who all look to be in their mid-20s and go back 70 years could be the Same guy? Wow. For a 95-year-old, Brick Holmes could take a hit."

        Sam is typing on the laptop while Dean is looking at some of the papers that are spread out on the bed. "So, if all those athletes were the Same guy, how'd he pull it off? Appear, then go away and come back with a new look?" Sam says.

       "Cacao, the, uh, the – the maize God – was Mayan, right?" Asks Dean.

       "Yeah." Sam says.

       "The Maya were all about war and torture and conquest... and sports. It says, "Their athletes were treated like kings." The Mayan jocks made sacrifices to Cacao by – ready for this?" Dean asks. "– killing a victim, pulling out his heart, and eating it. They believed the rituals gave them super-charged power over their opponents."

       "Yeah, but they didn't stay young forever. So, what?" Elena asks.

       "Maybe Brick just made some kind of deal with this Cacao?" Sam asks.

       "Well, we've seen it before – people making deals with demons, gods. I mean, maybe he stayed young and strong so long as the sacrifices kept coming." Dean says. "Remember all that antique sports equipment he had? This guy could go back to the Mayan days."

       "Wow. So, one of the greatest QBs to ever play the game was over 900 years old."

       "Well, that explains Brick, but what about the mooks carrying his spare parts?" Asks Dean.

       "Maybe the spell went along for the ride and infected the people who got his organs. Remember how Paul Hayes said he had a health scare that changed his life?" Sam asks. "I mean, maybe the spell could compel him to keep carrying out the ritual."

        "Sort of like getting bit by a werewolf. I mean, once you're infected, you do what you got to do, especially if you like the results." Elena says.

        "Right, except old Arthur, the dedicated cop, couldn't handle it and went nuts." Sam sighs. "Brick Holmes, a heart eater. Who knew?"

       "Yeah, sorry, buddy. The mighty – they fall hard, huh?" Dean says.

       Sam reads something on the laptop. "Well, at least he wasn't sleeping with his mother." He says.

       "Yeah, good, Sam. Find the silver lining."

       "No, seriously. Look." Sam says.

       Dean and Elena move over to look at the laptop, which shows a photo of a woman with a boxer. "'Fighter Kelly Duran is congratulated on a second-round knockout by wife Betsy." "Dearest Betsy." He says.

HOLMES RESIDENCE
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       Mrs Holmes opens the door. Sam, Elena and Dean are on the doorstep in casual clothes. "Hello, Eleanor." Sam says.

       "Or would you rather us call you Betsy?" Dean says.

       Sam, Elena and Dean are in the chairs opposite the sofa as before. "Look, Eleanor, innocent people are dying. And they're gonna continue to die until we stop it." Sam says as Mrs Holmes sits down on the sofa.

       "Did you know about the murders over the past year?" Asks Dean.

       "No. I didn't. I swear. I thought when – when Brick died, it would be over."

       "Help us. Betsy, this is not what you want Brick's legacy to be." Elena says.

       "His Mayan name was Inyo. He was a proud young athlete nearly 1,000 years ago." Mrs Holmes says. "He lived for sport and never wanted his days in the sun to end. So he arranged a bargain with the god Cacao through a high priest."

       "Stay young forever." Says Dean.

       "As long as the sacrifices continued, twice a year – once for the planting, once for harvest."

       "When did you find out about this?" Sam asks.

        "Not until I began to age and – and Brick – Kelly, as he was when I met him – did not. But by that time, Brick himself had changed... inside. He wasn't just the warrior whose only reason for living was combat." Mrs Holmes says. "He – we were deeply, deeply in love. So in love, I'm ashamed to say, that when I found out that – how my husband stayed young and strong, I chose to ignore it."

       "You and Brick had to go underground from time to time to hide your secret, right?" Asks Sam.

       "Every ten years or so, he would, uh, re-emerge with a new look, a new name. And me, I was the wife, and I was the woman in hiding, and then, when I got into my forties, I became Brick's mother. Eleanor. I am so tired. You can't imagine the burden of it all. I think even Brick was through." Says Mrs Holmes. "He could see the end of my days were at hand, and... He had lived centuries all alone, but I don't think he could bear the thought of life without me. That's why he drove off that bridge. You must think I'm a monster."

      "No. No, just that you married one. Well, see, here's the deal." Dean says. "Now there are eight killers out there that we have to deal with, not just one."

       "I don't think so."

       "What? Why not?" Asks Sam.

        "Brick used to say the heart was key. That was the focus of the sacrifice."

      "Are you saying that if we stop Brick's beating heart, then we could stop the whole thing?" Dean asks and Mrs Holmes nods.

       "Do you know where the person is who has the heart? Do you know?"

THE BUNNY
HOLE STRIP CLUB
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       The Impala pulls up. Dean parks across the street from the strip club. "Really? Our king daddy monster is a stripper?" He says.

       "I feel uncomfortable." Elena mumbles.

        "We're pretty sure this is gonna work, right?" Asks Sam.

        "Well, as long as Eleanor knows what she's talking about." Dean takes a large knife from a bag and hands it to Sam.

       "You think Brick thought maybe he'd burn to nothing when he crashed that car?" Sam asks.

        "Yeah, but he didn't, which brings us here." Dean says. They get out of the Impala and walk towards the club.

        Sam, Elena and Dean walk around a corner to the rear door of the club. Neon signs advertise nude dancers, exotic dancers and, pointing to the door, "Rear Entry". Dean picks the lock.

       Using flashlights, they walk upstairs and look around the club's locker room. Dean inhales. "Smell that?" He asks.

       "You're gross." Elena says. "And it doesn't smell too good." Sam, Elena and Dean walk up more stairs to the main room of the club.

       The lights come on and Randa walks out onto the stage. "Eleanor sent you, right? I figured she'd probably break and give me up. This won't end well for her, of course. Not that it's gonna end well for you." She says. Sam takes out the knife. "Oh, now, you don't think we're gonna let you do that, do you?"

       "'We'?" Dean asks. Randa raises her eyebrows as two men attack Sam, Elena and Dean from either side. Paul Hayes punches Dean into Jimmy Tong.

       "I'm the guy from Phoenix you were looking for." Jimmy throws Dean onto the stage at Randa's feet. Randa shoves Elena to a wall, it cracking and splitting at her back. Meanwhile, Jimmy and Paul hold down Dean's arms.

       "Oh, you guys are stronger than you look." Dean says.

        "Comes with the package. Plus, I work out a lot." Paul says.

       "You can't imagine who I was before. This shy, awkward little thing from Georgia with a heart condition. Then I had the surgery." Randa puts a high-heeled foot on Dean's chest. "I became freaking Xena, Warrior Princess." She sits astride Dean. "I couldn't dissect a frog in high school. But sacrificing to Cacao?" She strokes Dean's face. "Better than sex." She pulls aside Dean's overshirt. "So, if I go real slow..." She runs a finger over Dean's chest. "...and take my time and enjoy this, I can actually show you your own beating heart before you die."

       Randa presses the fingers of one hand hard into Dean's chest, breaking the skin. "Aah! Aah! Aah!" Dean yells as Sam smashes a bottle over Paul's head. As Sam and Pual grapple, Elena plunges a knife into Randa's stomach. Her eyes and her body around the knife wound burn with red light.

       "Don't touch my boyfriend, bitch." Elena says.

        Jimmy lets go of Dean and steps back, and Paul and Sam turn to watch Randa. Dean gasps in pain. Randa stands up, her midsection burning with red flames. Milder red light emanates from the chests of Jimmy and Paul and they fall to the ground dead.

       Randa moans as she continues to burn, then bright white light flares from her midsection, the red light goes out, and she drops to the ground dead. Dean, still gasping, looks around at Sam, then drops his head back onto the stage.

HOLMES RESIDENCE
[ ☼ ]

        Dean, Elena and Sam are standing in Mrs Holmes' kitchen. "Well, we better get going, uh..." Dean puts down a coffee cup. "We just wanted you to know that it really is over now." Sam puts down his coffee cup.

        "Well, it had to be, one way or the other. I half thought you might fail and Randa would come after me. Either way, I'd finally be at peace."

       "You take care of yourself, Eleanor." Elena says as she, Dean and Sam leave.

IMPALA
[ ☾]

       "Wow. Back in business. Got the win. Admit it – feels good, huh?" Dean asks. "You know, I was thinking about what Randa said about, uh, you know, what it feels like to be a warrior. I get it, man, I do."

      "I know. I know you do. I don't. Not anymore. Hell, maybe I never did." Sam says.

       "Come on, Sam, don't ruin my buzz, would you?"

       "Dean, listen, when this is over – when we close up shop on Kevin and the tablet – I'm done. I mean that." Sam says.

       "No, you don't." Elena says.

        "Guys, the year that I took off, I had something I've never had. A normal life." Sam says. "I mean, I got to see what that felt like. I want that. I had that."

       "I think that's just how you feel right now." Dean says.

FLASHBACK

PARK
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        "Amelia! Amelia, this isn't funny." Sam stops in the middle of the bridge and looks around. "Amelia!" The dog runs off. "Riot? Riot!"

       Sam runs after Riot and finds him sitting on a picnic blanket with Amelia. Amelia raises her arms. "Happy birthday!" She yells.

        "What is this?" Sam asks.

        "You've never seen a birthday cake before? Sit. Eat."

END FLASHBACK

IMPALA
[ ☾]

       Sam smiles a little at the memory, then glances at Dean and looks sad.

MOTEL
[ ☾]

       Dean and Elena walk into their room, throwing their stuff on the floor. "Well that was fun." Dean says sarcastically.

       "You know, doing that again felt so good." Elena says. "Especially stabbing Randa."

       Dean smiles. "My favorite part was when you called her a bitch...and me your boyfriend." He says.

       "I just couldn't stand the thought of someone else touching you." Elena says as she steps forward and lifts the front of his shirt. "She reached right in and almost killed you." She strokes his chest where he was punctured. "I can't lose you."

        Dean grabs her hands. "You won't." He says as he begins kissing her. They once again find themselves in the bed, lying on top of each other in rhythm.