"I don't hunt anymore." " You quit?" " Yeah." "What could possibly make you stop just like that?" "Was there a girl?" "Yeah." "There was." "And then there wasn't." "You need to know, I didn't just drop out." "I found something." " Yeah, what was her name?" " Amelia." "Professor Morrison, your government needs you, sir." "My God, where'd you find this guy?" "Supposed to be a top expert in his field." " Wait, there's another tablet?" " Yes." "So another word of God?" "How many words of God are there?" "I just became a Prophet, like, a year ago." "Well, did this tablet have a name?" ""Demons."" "What about demons?" "As far as I could tell... everything." "Kevin!" " You've got to be kidding me." " Hey." "What's it say?" "Since we lost the tablet, Kevin figures we don't need him." "Yeah, but Crowley still does." "What's that kid thinking?" "!" "He was our responsibility." "Let's find him." "Okay." "Aah!" "Congratulations." "You're fast." "I do a lot of cardio." "♪ Supernatural 8x03 ♪ Heartache Original Air Date on October 17, 2012" "== sync, corrected by elderman ==" "Wow." "Guy goes to Purgatory for a year, all hell breaks loose." "Check this out." "A jogger in Minneapolis gets his heart ripped out." "I'm guessing literally?" "Only way that interests me." "And then, there's another article from six months ago." "Same thing happens, also in Minneapolis." "What does that tell us?" "Stay out of Minneapolis." "Two hearts ganked, same city, six months apart." "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?" "It's a case." "Look, I say we hang out the shingle again and ride." "We're on a case, Dean." "Kevin and the demon tablet need to be found, so heart guy takes a number." "Uh, we just spent a week chasing our asses trying to lock Kevin down, okay?" "And look at us." "We're -- where the hell are we?" "Farmers' market." "Organic." "What?" "I had a year off." "I took the time to enjoy the good things." "While avoiding doing what we actually do." "Wow, Dean, does it make you feel that much better every time you say it?" "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." "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?" "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." "Was he robbed?" "Phone, watch, money all still on him." "What about enemies?" "He was in town for a conference." "No local connections." "You guys had another one of these about six months ago." "Yeah, and we hit a brick wall." "We had nothing to go on, really." "Thought maybe we got lucky here." "A park surveillance camera picked up something." "Huh." "That chubby guy the last person to see the vic alive?" "Other than the killer." "Name's Paul Hayes." "We pulled him in for questioning." "So what makes you think he's clean?" "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?" "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." "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?" "Sorry." "I kind of try to stick to a nutrition and workout schedule." "Do you want a hit?" "I'm good." "Thanks." "Oh." "So, Paul, you passed a runner who was later killed." "Did you speak with him at all?" "Yeah, I went over this with the cops." "I-I didn't know him." "I had never spoken to him." "I ran past him." "I never saw him again." "The end." "Mm, oh." "It's disgusting." "It tastes like crap, but it keeps you young." "Thanks, uh -- uh..." "Too much fiber." "No such thing." "Thank you." "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..." "Uh, full-figured?" "You should've seen me before." "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." "No, it changed my life." "I mean, I started taking care of myself." "Now your body's a temple, huh?" "Where I worship every day." "Ah." "All right, so..." "What's the word?" "What did you find poking around at Paul's?" "Ah, just the usual -- condoms, hair gel." "No hex bags, nothing satanic, nothing spooky." "So, he didn't seem like a guy who would be voted most likely to disembowel?" "No, they never do." "Wait a minute." "Here's another one." "What, murder?" "And a do-it-yourself heart bypass." "Two days after this one." "What part of Minneapolis?" "The Iowa part." "Ames." "Well, Paul was here being questioned." "There's no way that could have been him." "This guy was a cop." "This is exactly what happened six months ago." "Minneapolis, then Ames." "Guess you missed that one." "I'm just saying." "Arthur Swenson." "Real top-shelf officer." "20 years on the force." "He'd ordered a pizza, which the vic delivered." "And then?" "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?" "No." "Heartless." "And, uh, what about Swenson?" "Crumpled on the front stoop." "Covered in blood, crying like a baby." "Ironically, he had been in court all week, testifying." "Hey, Levitt, line two." "Excuse me." "Go ahead." "So that couldn't have been him in Minneapolis." "I hate when this happens." "So, this Arthur guy, what does -- what does he have to say?" "Uh... it's not real helpful." "So, you getting his statement?" "Uh, yeah, k-kind of." "Probably not." "It's too bad I dropped out of Lunatic 101." "Whatever it is, it sounds like he's repeating it." "Look at his eyes." "Hey, Arthur..." "Did you do this alone?" "Arthur, did some invisible voice tell you you had to kill?" "K'uhul ajaw, Cacao, shi-jiiy!" "Oh, now you've pissed him off." "Hey, Art." "Can I call you Art?" "Listen, I'm gonna sprinkle your arm with holy water, and it's gonna steam and burn if you're possessed by a demon." "He's a mushroom." "Okay, not possessed." "Arthur, you want to tell us why you did this?" "K'uhul ajaw, Cacao, shi-jiiy." "K'uhul ajaw, Cacao, shi-jiiy." "K'uhul ajaw, Cacao, shi-jiiy." "Okay." "Aah!" "So, what do you think?" "Personally, I prefer the Keith Richards version." "Can you actually understand any of the words?" "If they are words." "Sounds like babble to me." "Wait a second." "What?" "I bought a translation app." "You bought an app." "Yeah." "Here, play it." "Softly repeating "K'uhul ajaw, Cacao, shi-jiiy" ]" "And babble wins." ""Language unknown."" "Mm." "Agent Sambora." "What?" "So, Dr. Kashi, what are we looking at here, some kind of psychotic break?" "Oh, definitely." "He was very thorough." "Severed the optic nerve." "He was determined to remove the eye." "And he used, uh, what to cut with?" "He doesn't look strong enough, but he broke off part of the bed frame and used it as a knife." "Thank you." "Wow." "They should put warning labels on those beds." "Like I said -- determined." "I noticed that he had two different-colored eyes." "Yes." "Apparently, he was in an accident where much of one eye was shattered." "His vision was saved with a transplant." "When was this?" "A year ago, almost to the date." "And, interestingly, it's the transplanted eye he chose to cut out." "Really?" "Hey, let me ask you something, doc." "Is it possible to trace the donor of a transplanted organ?" "Difficult." "But possible?" "Hmm." " Hey." " Hey." "Arthur Swenson had an eye transplant a year ago, right?" "Yeah." "Well, I remembered that Paul Hayes was talking about a health scare he had a year ago that changed his life, so I pulled up his medical records from Minneapolis." "You want me on board, I'm on board." "Anyways, you want to guess who else, other than Arthur Swenson, had a transplant in the last year?" "Paul Hayes?" "I gave it away, didn't I?" "Okay, so we've got two suspects in two identical murders in two different cities that both had organ transplants a year ago." "Yeah." "Also..." "I love when there's an "also."" "I got to thinking about all that stuff" "Arthur Swenson was talking about." "Maybe your translation app called it "language unknown"" "because it's a dead language, like ancient Greek or Manx." "Manx?" "So I e-mailed an audio file of Arthur's mumbling to Dr. Morrison." "Who?" "Dr. Morrison, the anthropology Professor who helped us out with the Amazons." "Yes, okay." "Okay." "Well, let's get our asses on the road." "Headed to...?" "Well, if we are in a repeat of a cycle from six months ago, then, after the murders in Minneapolis and in Ames, the next heart attack was in Boulder, Colorado." "Randa?" "Chick, right?" "Loved your performance tonight." "Must take, uh, must take years of training." "Actually, uh..." "I'm kind of a natural." "Um..." "You know, I don't normally do this kind of thing." "Mm-hmm." "Um, there's just -- just something about you." "All right, case is coming together." "Things are coming together, man." "You and me." "It is all good." "Hey." "What?" "What are you thinking about, organic tomatoes?" "I'm not thinking about anything." "I don't know about you, but this last year has given me a new perspective." "I hear you." "Believe me." "But now I know where I'm at my best, and that is right here, driving down crazy street next to you." "Makes sense." "Yes, it does." "Or..." "maybe you don't need me." "I mean, maybe you're at your best hacking and slicing your way through all the world's crap alone, not having to explain yourself to anybody." "Yeah, that makes sense, seeing as I have so many other brothers" "I can talk to about this stuff." "Look, I'm not saying I'm bailing on you." "I'm just saying make room for the possibility that we want different things." "I mean, I want my time to count for something." "So, what we do doesn't count?" "Yeah?" "Hey, Dr. Kashi." "Okay." "Thank you." "Uh, could you run one more name for me?" "Yeah " " Hayes, Paul." "Uh-huh." "And the donor?" "Seriously?" "How many others?" "Did anybody from Boulder, Colorado, receive any of those organs?" "Okay, thank you." "Well, this is gonna singe your axons." "She says that both Paul Hayes' kidney and Arthur Swenson's new eye came from -- you ready for this?" "" "Brick Holmes." "You don't mean the Brick Holmes." "I do." " The all-pro quarterback?" " Indeed." "Yeah, the guy played at the top of his game for like a million years, didn't he?" "Yeah, he -- he bought it in a car crash last year." "Yeah." "Nose-dived off a bridge or something." "He must've signed a donor card." "Did the doctor say how many organs he donated?" "Including our two suspects?" "Eight." "Eight?" "Eight." "Okay, um, and one of them's in Boulder, am I right?" "You would be wrong." "That's the bad news." "Good news is, Brick lived just outside of Boulder." "Well, Brick's dead." "Yeah, but he's all we got, so we are going to Boulder." "K'uhul ajaw, Cacao, shi-jiiy." "K'uhul ajaw, Cacao, shi-jiiy." "K'uhul ajaw, Cacao, shi-jiiy." "K'uhul ajaw, Cacao, shi-jiiy." "I just want to say how sorry we are for your loss, Mrs. Holmes." "Thank you." "You know, Brick Holmes was my idol back in high school." "Amazing career." "18 pro seasons, 7 division championships, 4 Super Bowls -- never slowed down a day." "Brick lived for competition and athletic perfection." "I don't think it occurred to his fans that he was human, like the rest of us." "Do you know your son was an organ donor?" "Does that make this a matter for the FBI?" "Like we explained earlier, we're mostly here to dot some I's on a different matter." "There was a public-awareness thing a few years ago." "A lot of star athletes signed on." "I'm sure Brick didn't think twice about it, since he never thought he was going to die." "A lot of jocks are like that, I guess." "You know, I-I can't help but wonder what happened that night on that bridge." "There was light traffic, no alcohol involved, no skid marks." "Big-time athlete, reflexes like a cat, how is it that he just drives off the side of a bridge?" "When things happen that aren't supposed to happen, they're called accidents, I believe." "So, everybody knows about Brick's football career, obviously, but no one knows much about his personal life." "Was he ever married?" "Just to the game." "He gave it everything he had." "It's a difficult life." "Did you notice any changes in Brick before he died -- you know, anyone, anything new in his life?" "No, no." "I don't think so." "So, no new interests?" "Fly fishing, stamp collecting, the occult?" "The occult?" "As a "for instance."" "No." "Everything was just as it had been." "I'm sorry, but I'm afraid my time is up." "The university is naming a new athletic building after Brick." "I can't be late." "Of course." "Just one more question." "There is always one more question in life, isn't there?" "That's what I find." "Right." "Oh, she didn't want to say much, did she?" " Son of a bitch." " What?" "There it is." "It happened." "Come on, don't tell me someone had their heart ripped out here in Boulder." "All right, then I won't tell you." "What are you doing here, Randa?" "You know I like to stay close to the mother ship." "I saw a car out front, so I came in the back." "Cops?" "I suppose Brick's death continues to fascinate." "So we're clear..." "You're still being very careful about what you say?" "I'm old, Randa, not an idiot." "I'm just trying to protect Brick." "And so am I." "Brick's heart beats inside here now." "Brick gave me new life." "I can feel him." "It's why I moved to Boulder... to be near here." "And I'll watch out for you like Brick did." "I don't need your concern." "We need each other, and Brick needs us." "You keep our little secret safe, and the three of us will be just fine." "All right, Professor Morrison, that does it." "The FBI thanks you." "Yes, I am totally looking into adding you as a technical advisor." "Yeah, I-it comes with a medical plan." "All right, goodbye." "He come through?" "Yeah, he did." "All right, so, here's what crazy Arthur Swenson was babbling over and over." "Um, first, it is a dead language -- ancient Mayan." "Doesn't get much deader than that." "So, what Arthur was saying was "The divine God Cacao is born."" "Cacao?" "Cacao." "Yeah, the Mayan God of maize -- corn, the big crop." "See, Cacao was the most powerful God because maize was the most important thing to the Mayas." "Well, that and torturing and killing everyone in sight." "So, this is what we're looking for, is a thousand-year-old culture's God of corn?" "Uh, I guess." "Well, whatever it is, we better cap it quick, or somebody in Phoenix is next up to get their heart yanked." "Someone in Phoenix got a piece of Brick?" "Yeah, I got a name." "Just e-mailed the cops." "Just heard back from them." "They haven't seen the guy in days." "Uh, oh, got another e-mail here, too." "This one is for you." "From a university." "Answering questions about admissions." "Just something I'm looking into." "An option." "You're seriously talking about hanging it up?" "I'm not talking about anything, Dean." "I'm just looking at options." "So, what, should we just go to Phoenix and chase our tails until this guy shows his face?" "No." "Uh, Brick Holmes is the way into this." "Eleanor Holmes was doing her damndest not to tell us a thing." "Nice job on changing the subject, though." "All right, naming ceremony's over at 10:00." "We got to get in and out." "Master bedroom." "Yeah." "Closets." "Brick's closet." "Looks like the stuff hasn't been touched in a year." "Man, what this stuff would go for on eBay." "Hey, Sammy, would it totally crush you to know that your boy Brick wasn't a natural blond?" "Dean, this is really weird." "What do you got?" "I don't know." "Is this Eleanor's closet?" "Why would his mother's closet be in here?" "Are you sure?" "Check this out." "This is what she was wearing today when we talked to her." "Maybe she moved into Brick's room after he died." "Or..." "Oh." "Thanks, Dean." "Now that image is permanently etched into my retinas." "That's what I'm talking about." "Wow." "I knew he'd have something like this in his house." "This is a lot of hardware." "Okay, the football trophies I get, but there's a lot of other stuff here " "I mean, baseball, boxing, race-car driving." "He was a fan." "Any kind of athlete -- he respected them." "I mean, look at all the old stuff he's got -- a cricket mallet, golf clubs, a Kendo sword, archery equipment." "Hey, look at this." "They're all the same." ""Dearest Betsy..." Blah blah blah." "Who's Betsy?" "I don't know." "Girlfriend?" "Eleanor didn't mention a Betsy." "This one looks old." "Uh, "Dearest Betsy, third day of training camp." ""Roadwork improving." "Working on my left jab." "They say this kid Sugar Ray is gonna be tough."" "Sugar Ray?" "As in Robinson?" "Didn't he box in, like, the '40s?" "Is it signed the same?" "Yeah. "Love, me."" "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..."" ""Dearest Betsy, Le Mans will be a bitch this year with all the rain..."" ""...the Phillies are tough, but we're looking to be tougher..."" ""...them Dodgers will wish they never left Brooklyn..."" ""..." "looking for my best gal Friday night at the Garden..."" ""...our o-line hung tough." "I had all day back there..."" ""..." "Alain Prost is a monster in the straightaway..."" ""Dearest Betsy..." "Dearest Betsy..."" ""Love, me."" "Wait, this one looks recent." ""Dearest Betsy..." "So tired of it all."" "Hey." "I pulled up the names on those trophies." "Check it out." "All right, Brick Holmes -- football player." "Charlie Karnes -- race-car driver." "Davey Samuelson -- baseball player." "Kelly Duran -- boxer." "Four different guys, right?" "Okay." "Check this out." "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." "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?" "Cacao, the, uh, the -- the maize God -- was Mayan, right?" "Yeah." "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?" "" ""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?" "Maybe Brick just made some kind of deal with this Cacao?" "Well, we've seen it before -- people making deals with demons, Gods." "I mean, maybe he stayed young and strong so long as his sacrifices kept coming." "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?" "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?" "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." "Right, except old Arthur, the dedicated cop, couldn't handle it and went nuts." "Brick Holmes, a heart eater." "Who knew?" "Hey, sorry, buddy." "The mighty -- they fall hard, huh?" "Well, at least he wasn't sleeping with his mother." "Yeah, good, Sam." "Find the silver lining." "No, seriously." "Look." ""Fighter Kelly Duran is congratulated on a second-round knockout by wife Betsy."" ""Dearest Betsy."" "Hello, Eleanor." "Or would you rather us call you Betsy?" "Look, Eleanor, innocent people are dying." "And they're gonna continue to die until we stop it." "Did you know about the murders over the past year?" "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." "His Mayan name was Inyo." "He was a proud young athlete nearly 1,000 years ago." "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." "As long as the sacrifices continued, twice a year -- once for the planting, once for harvest." "When did you find out about this?" "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." "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?" "Every 10 years or so, he would 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 40s," "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." "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." "Now there are eight killers out there that we have to deal with, not just one." "I don't think so." "What?" "Why not?" "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?" "Do you know where the person is who has the heart?" "Do you know?" "Really?" "Our king daddy monster is a stripper?" "We're pretty sure this is gonna work, right?" "Well, as long as Eleanor knows what she's talking about." "You think Brick thought maybe he'd burn to nothing when he crashed that car?" "Yeah, but he didn't, which brings us here." "Smell that?" "You're gross." "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." "Oh, now, you don't think we're gonna let you do that, do you?" ""We"?" "I'm the guy from Phoenix you were looking for." "Oh, you guys are stronger than you look." "Comes with the package." "Plus, I work out a lot." "You can't imagine who I was before." "This shy, awkward little thing from Georgia with a heart condition." "Then I had the surgery." "I became freaking Xena:" "Warrior Princess." "I couldn't dissect a frog in high school." "But sacrificing to Cacao?" "Better than sex." "So, if I go real slow and take my time and enjoy this," "I can actually show you your own beating heart before you die." "Aah!" "Aah!" "Aah!" "Well, we better get going, uh..." "We just wanted you to know that it really is over now." "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." "Wow." "Back in business." "Got the win." "Admit it -- feels good, huh?" "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." "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." "No, you don't." "Dean, the year that I took off," "I had something I've never had." "A normal life." "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." "Amelia!" "Amelia, this isn't funny." "Amelia!" "Riot?" "Riot!" "Happy Birthday!" "What is this?" "You've never seen a birthday cake before?" "Sit." "Eat." "== sync, corrected by elderman =="