The Kids are Alright

"The Kids are Alright"

Original Airdate: October 11, 2007

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SAM: What do you mean you don’t think it’ll work, Bobby? It’s a demon-dispelling ritual. Well, maybe we got the translation wrong. Look, we can’t just let Dean fry in hell while we...Well, there’s go to be something. Yeah. No. I gotta go. Okay never mind. Hey!

DEAN: Hey. Who was that?

SAM: I was just ordering pizza.

DEAN: Dude, you do realize that you’re in a restaurant?

SAM: Yeah. Yeah. Oh, yeah. I just felt like pizza, you know?

DEAN: Okay, Weirdy McWeirderston. So, I think I’ve got something.

SAM: Yeah?

DEAN: Cicero, Indiana. Falls on his own power saw.

SAM: And? What, that, that’s it? One power saw?

DEAN: Well...yeah.

SAM: And you think that this is a case?

DEAN: Well, I don’t know. Could be.

SAM: I don’t know, Dean. I don't-

DEAN: Alright, there’s something better in Cicero than just a case.

SAM: And that is?

DEAN: Lisa Braeden.

SAM: Should I even ask?

DEAN: Remember that road trip I took, uh, gosh, about 8 years ago now? You were in Orlando with Dad wrapping up that banshee thing.

SAM: Yeah, yeah, the five-states-five-day thing

DEAN: Well, kind of. Although I spent most of my time in Lisa Braeden’s loft.

SAM: So let me get this straight. You want, you want to drive all the way to Cicero just to hook up with some random chick.

DEAN: She was a yoga teacher. It was the bendiest weekend of my life. Come on. Have a heart, huh? It’s my dying wish.

SAM: Yeah, well how many dying wishes are you going to get?

DEAN: As many as I can squeeze out. Come on, smile, Sam. God knows I’m gonna be smiling after twenty four hours with Gumby girl. Gumby girl. Does that make me Pokey?

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DEAN: There’s something wrong with the kids in this town.

SAM: Yeah, tell me about it. So, what do you know about Changelings?

DEAN: Evil monster babies?

SAM: No, not necessarily babies.

DEAN: The kids...creepy, stare-at-you-like-you’re-lunch kids.

SAM: Yeah. There’s one at every victim’s house. So, changelings can perfectly mimic children. According to lore, they climb in the window, snatch the kid. Now, there were marks on the window sill at one of the kid’s houses. Looked to me like blood.

DEAN: So the Changeling grabs a kid, assumes its form, joins the happy fam just for kicks?

SAM: Not quite. Changelings feed on the mom. Cynovial fluid. The moms have these odd bruises on the back of their necks. Changelings can drain them for a few weeks before mom finally croaks.

DEAN: And then there’s dad and the babysitter.

SAM: Yeah. Seems like anyone that gets between the Changeling and its food source ends up dead.

DEAN: And fire’s the only way to waste them?

SAM: Yep.

DEAN: Great. We’ll just bust in, drag the kids out, torch ‘em on the front lawn. That’ll play great with the neighbors. What about the real ones? What happens to them?

SAM: According to lore, they stash them underground somewhere. Now, I don’t know why, but if it’s true, the real kids might be out there somewhere.

DEAN: We’d better start looking. So, any kid in the neighborhood is vulnerable?

SAM: Yep.

DEAN: We’ve got to make a stop. I want to check on someone.

SAM: Well, Dean, if the real kids are still alive we don’t have time to --

DEAN: We have to.