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<br><br>SAM: [Sighs] I was gonna say I don’t think that’s a –
<br><br>DEAN: Shh, shh, shh.
<br><br>SAM: -- – a good idea.
<br><br>The bunker powers back up and the lights come back on.
<br><br>DEAN: Ha-ha! Victory! [Dean ascends the staircase] Now… burger time. Meat man! Comin’ to town!
<br><br>MRS. BUTTERS: [Sighs] Well, alas… that is a young one’s game. But no, no, I have much more important things to do. And besides, I live here.
<br><br>SAM: Okay, So – So you’re a Man of – Uh, you’re a Lady of Letters?
<br><br>MRS. BUTTERS: [Chuckling] Oh, God, no. I was never a member, no. No, no. No, I was more of a helper. I, uh, took care of the cleaning and laundry and the cooking. The Men of LetterLetters, though highly intelligent, were oblivious to the necessities of life. But they were my boys. My family.
<br><br>DEAN: Well, that’s very progressive. Uh, well, we don’t want any trouble, so you can just leave.
<br><br>MRS. BUTTERS: Leave? But – this is – this is my home. Well, I have worked for the Men of Letters since before the war.
<br><br>MRS. BUTTERS: Hello, Jack? [no reply] Jack, Sam and Dean told me you were going through a hard time. And I thought I’d make you a sandwich in case you were hungry. [no reply] Well, I’ll just – I’ll leave it outside the door in case you change your mind.
<br><br>Interior vampire nest. Two vampires are watching TV.
<br><br>TV: Mr. Barnabas.Where are you going Ben?
<br><br>VAMPIRE 1: Hey, how come vampires like that live in mansions and we live here?
<br><br>TV: In my new life I have been discovering that I have strange and remarkable powers. What kind of powers?
<br><br>MRS. BUTTERS: Ahh!
<br><br>DEAN: Oh, Mrs. B, when it’s my birthday, can I put in the request to have the, uh, Rice Krispie treats?
<br><br>MRS. BUTTERS: Oh. Dear, at your age, I wouldn’t think you’d want to celebrate your birthday. [Everyone chuckles] There’s and an extra batch just for you next to the fridge.
<br><br>DEAN: You are the best!
<br><br>Jack enters the library drinking another smoothie. He sees Mrs. Butters putting something in some wooden file drawers.
<br><br>JACK: No.
<br><br>MRS. BUTTERS: Yes. You are. And Sam and Dean –
<br><br>JACK: No, that’s not -- – They know –
<br><br>MRS. BUTTERS: Know what? How powerful you are? How powerful you’ve become? Because I do. They should be scared of you.
<br><br>JACK: I would never hurt them.
<br><br>JACK: What are you doing?
<br><br>MRS. BUTTERS: What I’ve always done. I’m protecting my family.
<br><br>JACK: [Eyes flare gold] Don’t [Whooshing as Jacks powers fade out] What – What—What did you do to me?
<br><br>MRS. BUTTERS: Well, [handcuffing Jack] you didn’t think those smoothies were for your health, did you? I’ve learned a few things while I was dusting around here. A little yarrow root, some ground jawbone for texture, and, voila, you are as weak as a puppy. [Pushes Jack to floor]
<br><br>JACK: Why?
<br><br>MRS. BUTTERS: You and Sam don’t need to be afraid anymore. I will not let what happened to the others happen to you.
<br><br>DEAN: Damn it! [Puts down panini and takes archangel blade] Yeah, we had a good thing going, and, of course, of course, you had to go full Nurse Ratchet.
<br><br>MRS. BUTTERS: Well, I don’t know what that means, but Dean, he is a monster. He killed your mother , for heaven’s sake!
<br><br>DEAN: Yeah. That’s, uh… [looks longingly at panini] Tell you what we’re gonna do. We’ll go downstairs.
<br><br>MRS. BUTTERS: Right.
<br><br>SAM: So Jack has taken over Dean’s mind.
<br><br>MRS. BUTTERS: Yes.
<br><br>SAM: And they’re both downstairs.
<br><br>MRS. BUTTERS: Mm-hmm.
<br><br>SAM: Right now? Ready to be kill killed by us?
<br><br>MRS. BUTTERS: You were always the smart one. Yes.
<br><br>SAM: Yeah. Okay, um… I’m really glad you caught them.
<br><br>MRS. BUTTERS: Samuel? How was the date?
<br><br>Cell phone rings. Dean and Jack are in the dungeon. Dean answers.
<br><br>SAM: Dean, hey. It’s me. I’m back in the binkerbunker, and you got to listen. Mrs. Butters –
<br><br>DEAN: Went psycho. We know.
<br><br>SAM: Why didn’t you call me?
<br><br>DEAN: Dang – Damn it. Damn it! “Language’ my ass. Come on, pal. You – You—Oh. [Helping Jack up] Okay, look, there’s no way those things are coming off without the key.
<br><br>JACK: Should we wait for Sam?
<br><br>DEAN: Yeah, Sam should have been here by now. You -- – I have another idea.
<br><br>JACK: Yeah?
<br><br>DEAN: [Chuckles]
