TAXIDERMIST'S SHOP

Stuffed animals are on display in a workshop. A sports broadcast plays on the radio.

"And with a 1:20 left in the game, it's 62-54. This team wants that championship. It would be great. He's up. It's good, but the ref's on the whistle. He's calling a foul."

A German Shepherd walks over to a desk at which a Taxidermists is brushing the whiskers of a squirrel under a magnifying lamp. A completed squirrel is dressed in an ornate cape and holds a sword. Another has a bird draped across its back. A display sign reads "Game of Thrones."

"It could be charging. Number 10 – he's not happy about that. This guy just about could foul out, and nobody but the ref wants to see that happen. Coach Johnson watching the clock. He calls time-out. Talking to the ref right now. You know, so far in this game, there have been a number of fouls called by this particular ref, and that's not..."

The dog whines. "Easy, Colonel." He Says

Something falls or is knocked over in the workshop. The German Shepherd barks and growls. The Taxidermist switches off the radio, picks up a shotgun and goes to investigate.

"Is anyone here?" He walks towards a large stuffed bear and seems surprised when he looks up and sees it. "Whoa! Gets me every time."

The German shepherd barks as the taxidermists walks back to his desk.

"What's the matter, boy? It's me." He Says

The German shepherd continues to bark as a man in a cowboy hat appears behind the taxidermist. He raises his shotgun, but the Man in the hat knocks it to the floor. Cowboy hat guy opens his mouth and a long forked tongue protrudes.

"What the hell?" He Says

The Man grabs the taxidermist by the throat and lifts him off the ground, choking him. As the Taxidermist continues to splutter, the Man grabs him around the middle. We see their shadows reflected on the wall and hear a crunching noise as the dermist folds over backwards, his spine apparently broken.

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BUNKER MAIN ROOM

Sam is sitting at the table as Dean comes into the room.

"Wow." Dean Says

"What?" Sam Says

"Kevin. Just poured some buffalo milk down his gob twice." Dean Says

"Buffalo milk?" Sam Says

"Yeah, the hangover cure-all. It's got everything in it. Except buffalo milk." Dean Says

"How is that kid still recovering from Branson?" Sam Asks

"What can I say? He's an amateur. The slippery nipple shots at the Dolly Parton Dixie Stampede nearly killed the guy." Dean Says

"All right. Well, uh, I got something that's gonna get us back on the road." Sam Says

Dean sits down next to Sam. "A case?"

"Yeah." Sam Says

"You sure you're ready for that?" Dean Asks

"Why would I not be ready for that?" Sam Asks

"Aren't you kind of running on empty." Dean Says

"Yeah, but the last three nights straight, I had eight hours of shut-eye. For a hunter, that's like 20. Trust me, Dean. I feel good." Sam Says

"Well, that's great and all, James Brown, but you're still recovering from the trials. I think you ought to pace yourself, you know? And the sooner you heal..." Dean Says

"Yeah?" Sam Says

"I just want you back to your old self." Dean Says

"I am, Dean. Look, Kevin's back on the heaven spell. Crowley's locked up. We should be out there doing what we do best." Sam Says

"Yeah..." Dean Says

"You want to listen at least? Okay, great. Taxidermist named Max Alexander mysteriously crushed to death. Nearly every joint in his body dislocated, every bone broken. Poor guy is a human pretzel. You tell me what's got that kind of strength." Sam Says

"A demonic luchador?" Dean Says

"Shop's a couple hours away in Enid, Oklahoma. We should at least check it out. Unless there's some reason you think we shouldn't." Sam Says

TAXIDERMIST'S SHOP

A sign reads "Mounted Treasures Taxidermy. Shipping & Receiving. Est 1967." "DIE SCUM" has been written on the wall and door in red paint. On the painted "M" is a symbol of a dog's paw print in an inverted triangle. Sam and Dean in their FBI suits approach.

"Subtle." Dean Says

"Check that out." He points to the symbol. "Huh." Sam takes out his phone and takes a picture of the symbol

Dean and Sam walk's past mounted trophy heads and stuffed animals.

"Well, the creep factor just skyrocketed." Dean Says As a Sheriff holds up his hands.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa." He Says

"How are you? Agents Michaels and Deville." Sam Says as he and Dean hold up their FBI badges.

"The body's already been to the morgue. Just wrapping it up with Dave Stephens. He's the one who discovered the body. Such a shame. I used to go hunting with Max. He was a real good egg." He Says

"Sorry for your loss." Dean Says

"Thanks." He says

"You mind showing my partner around? I just got a couple questions for Mr. Stephens." Dean Says

"Okay. Come on." He Says

Sam follows the Sheriff into the next room, Dean approaches Dave Stephens.

"Dave Stephens?" Dean Says

"Yeah." Dave Says

"I just got a couple questions for you if that's all right." Dean Says

"I'll tell you whatever you need to know. Max was a... a real pal." Dave Says

"Hunting buddy?" Dean Asks

"Mm. Yeah." Dave Says

"Eh, lucky guess. So, uh, about what time did you discover the body?" Dean Asks

"About 9 a.m. – my usual pickup time. I come in every Wednesday and Sundays, uh, to collect the entrails." Dave Says

"The what?" Dean Says

"The animal organs." Dave Says

"Ah." Dean Says

"After Max would, uh, dig them out and work his magic." Dave Says

"Huh." Dean Says As Sam holds up one of the "Game of Thrones" squirrels, which is wearing a dress with a large bow.

"He, uh – he was a real artist, you know? Strange thing is, though, uh, bins were empty this morning." Dave Says

"Why is that strange?" Dean Asks

"Well, because it's a Sunday. Weekend hunts are pretty much a given in this neck of the woods, so they're usually, mm, chock-full of guts." Dave Says

"Ah..Any chance Max could have cleaned them out himself?" Dean Asks

"No. It's a – it's a biohazard. You can't just, you know, throw the stuff out. You got to burn it." Dave Says As The Sheriff comes back into the room

"Huh..Is there, uh, anything else missing from the shop?" Dean Asks

"No. The register was full, and the safe was intact. And all of Max's trophies were still on the walls." He Says

"And was there anybody else here when you showed up?" Dean Asks

"No one. No, other than, uh..." He looks at the German Shepherd, which someone is putting on a leash "The Colonel." Dave Says

"Hmm." Sam comes back into the room. "Excuse us." Dean Says As he and Sam walk a short distance away

"So?" Sam Says

"Okay, so, uh... we got a thief who's jonesing for animal parts, we got a pagan symbol, and we got a human pretzel." Dean Says

"Yeah, it all sounds very witch-y, but I wasn't able to find a hex bag." Sam Says

"All right, well, let's keep digging...But, uh, not here. I don't like the way that one's looking at me." Dean Says looking at a stuffed Owl

MOTEL

Sam sits on his bed is using the laptop. "Okay, uh, that... symbol in the graffiti, it's... not wiccan. It's copywritten. Local animal-rights group, Enid's answer to PETA."

SAM holds the laptop out to Dean. It shows a website titled S.N.A.R.T.: Showing No Animal Rough Treatment.

"S.N.A.R.T.? You got to be kidding me." Dean Says

"Well, it makes sense that an animal-rights group would have an axe to grind with a taxidermist." Sam Says

"Why? The animal's already dead." Dean Says

"Yeah, but hunters are what keep them in business. Now the question is, are those bleeding hearts actually witches or just hippies?" Sam Says

"What's the difference?" Dean Asks

GENTLE EARTH VEGAN BAKERY

Dean and Sam are in their FBI suits enter the bakery.

"Always knew I'd find the source of all evil at a vegan bakery." Dean Says

"What's that smell?" Sam Says

"Patchouli. Yeah, mixed with depression from meat deprivation." Dean Says

"Hmm." Sam Says

"Hey." He looks at the couple serving behind the counter, both of whom are wearing dark sunglasses. "You know who wears sunglasses inside? Blind people. And douchebags." Dean Says then they walk to the counter

"Olivia and Dylan Camrose?" Sam Says

"At your service." Olivia Says

"You two are members of S.N.A.R.T.?" Dean Asks

"Founders and co-presidents, actually. Uh, can we interest you in some literature?" Olivia Says

She holds up a S.N.A.R.T. brochure but Sam makes a "no" motion with his hand.

"Or a flaxseed scone? It's wheat-free, gluten-free, sugar-free, and surprisingly moist." Dylan Says

"Let me stop you right there." He and Sam take out their ID badges "Uh, we're here to investigate the death of Max Alexander, a local taxidermist." Dean Says

"He's... dead?" Olivia Says

"You knew him?" Dean Asks

"Ish. Um... small town." Olivia Says

"Well, he was murdered last night, and a S.N.A.R.T. logo was found at the crime scene. You two wouldn't happen to know anything about that, would you?" Sam Says

Olivia and Dylan look at each other, a few moments later the four of them are sitting down at a table.

"His business is funded by hunters, and you know how hunters are. They're selfish dicks who define themselves by what they kill." Dylan Says
As Sam and Dean glance at each other

"And as animal advocates, we couldn't stand for that." Olivia Says

"So, you killed him?" Sam Says

"Of course not. S.N.A.R.T. doesn't tolerate violence." Olivia Says

"Huh. This coming from a couple who spray-paints death threats." Dean Says

"It was a scare tactic. We just wanted to spook him." Dylan Says

"Turns out we were the ones who got spooked." Olivia Says

"What does that mean?" Sam Asks

Olivia and Dylan look at each other and he nods.

"Well, last night, when we were tagging the joint, we heard this noise." Olivia Says

"A hissing noise." Dylan Says

"It freaked us out, so we ran out into the alley." Olivia Says

"But someone attacked us." Dylan Says

"Sprayed us in the eyes with mace." Olivia Says

"And it's not like we could go to the cops." Dylan Says

"So, now we look like total douchebags because we have to wear our sunglasses inside." Olivia Says

Dylan and Olivia remove their sunglasses to reveal blotchy red skin around their eyes. Dean makes a hand motion to indicate that they should put their sunglasses back on.

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MOTEL ROOM

"Necrosis?" Dean Says

Sam is sitting at the table in front of the laptop.

"Premature death of tissues – that's why their eyes were all messed up." Dean walks over to him, opening a beer. "And it's not caused by mace." Sam Says

"All right. What caused it?" Dean Asks

"Right here. "Blunt force, radiation, venom." Sam Says

"As in "snake"?" Dean Says

"The taxidermist was constricted. Olivia and Dylan heard hissing, and they were sprayed in the eyes." Sam Says

"By venom." Dean Says

"By venom." Sam Says

"Okay, so... What are we talking here, some sort of a freaky-ass snake monster?" He sits down opposite Sam

"Maybe. The weird thing is snakes either envenomate or constrict. No snake does both." Sam Says

"Correction – freaky-ass mega-snake monster." Dean Says

"It could be a Vetala." Sam Says

"Yeah, but they're not afraid to sink their fangs in. Taxidermist was bite-free. It doesn't really fit the profile." Dean Says

"Right. So...?" Sam Says

"So, call Kevin. Have him look some stuff up." Dean Says As Sam nods

ENID ANIMAL SHELTER

A Young Man is behind the counter. He picks up his phone, on which he is playing a word game. The Man in the cowboy hat enters.

"Aren't you early, dude?" He Says

The Man slides a $100 bill across the counter, The Young man smiles and takes the money.

"Hmm." He Says

The Man walks through a door to the kennels. Dogs bark. One of the dogs is a German Shepherd, which the he pauses to look at. The Man opens a cage, takes out a cat and puts it into a bag. He opens two more cages and puts two more cats into the bag.
Outside The young man behind the counter hears meowing and barking as he plays the game on his phone. The Man opens another cage and lifts out a cat. He smiles.

We see a close-up of the word game on the Young Man's phone. A particularly loud meow comes from the kennels. He puts down his phone and goes into the kennel area. The Man has his back to him. There is a crunching noise. As the Man in the hat turns, the Young man sees that he is eating a cat, which he's holding by the tail, he loudly swallows down the cat.

"Dude! You said you were from a perfume company." He Says

The Man in the hat's pupils become vertical slits and his fingernails turn into claws. The Young Man runs for the door, but the man catches him.

"No! No!" He Says As Blood splatters the door and the he slides down it