EXT. DINER - SIOUX FALLS, SOUTH DAKOTA - DAY
Sam, Penelope and Dean got out of the Impala.
Sam spoke on the phone. "Bobby, listen, when you get this message, call! Okay?"
Dean glanced at him. "Is he still not home? How far could he get in that chair?"
Penelope shrugged. "Pretty far it seems. My dad isn't answering either."
INT. DINER
"So, what do we do?" Sam asked.
"Well... Guess we just do it ourselves," Dean replied.
They sat at a table opposite a man. Penelope sat at the end.
"Mr. Wells, why don't you tell us what you saw in your own words," Dean said.
"Call me Digger," Digger told them.
"Digger? Who gave you that name?"
"I did."
Dean frowned. "You gave yourself a nickname? You can't do that."
"Who died and made you queen?"
Sam said, "Okay. Uh, why don't you just tell us what you saw?"
"I saw Clay Thompson climb into Benny Sutton's trailer through the window," Digger replied. "Couple minutes later, Clay walked out, and Benny's dead."
"And, uh..." Penelope held up a photo, "...Is this the guy you saw?"
Digger looked at the photo. "Well, he was all covered with mud, but, yeah. That's Clay."
"And are you aware that Clay Thompson died five years ago?" Sam questioned.
"Yep."
"And you're positive it was this guy," Dean said.
"You calling me a liar?"
"No, no, no," Sam replied quickly. "Of course not. Look. Can you think of any reason why Clay Thompson, alive or dead, would want to kill Benny Sutton?"
"Hell, yeah. Well, five years ago, Benny's the one that killed Clay in the first place."
"Is that a fact?" Dean and Penelope asked.
"Well, yeah, so-called "hunting accident." Now, if you ask me... Clay came back from the grave to get a little payback."
"Go on."
Sheriff Jody Mills entered the diner, talking on a cell phone. "Owen, put down the cupcake and pick up an apple... Okay? Okay. I love you."
"Heads up," Digger noted. ""Fargo.""
"Digger," Sheriff Mills said.
"Sheriff," Digger greeted.
"Gentlemen. Miss. I'm Sheriff Jody Mills. I don't believe we've had the pleasure."
"Agents Dorfman, Diller and Neidermeyer, FBI," Dean told her.
"Welcome to Sioux Falls, gentlemen, ma'am. Can I ask what you're doing with Digger here?"
"They're doing their job," Digger explained. "They believe me, Sheriff."
Sheriff Mills frowned. "The FBI believes a dead man committed a murder?"
"Look, we're just asking a few questions, Sheriff. That's all," Sam reassured.
"Of course, if a dead man didn't commit the murder, then, uh, who did?" Dean questioned.
"What'd you say your jurisdiction here was again?" Sheriff Mills asked.
"Our jurisdiction is wherever the United States government sends us."
"Oh, yeah. How 'bout me and your supervisor have a little chat about that?"
"Absolutely." Sam handed her a business card.
Sheriff Mills called the number on the card.
"Agent Willis speaking," Bobby said.
"Agent Willis, this is Sheriff Jody Mills... Bobby?"
"Oh... Excuse me?"
"Is this Bobby Singer?"
"Listen, I don't know who this is, but... this is Agent Tom Willis of the FBI."
"Bull crap. FBI, huh?"
"So, uh... So you know Bobby Singer?" Sam inquired.
"That is... a fun coincidence," Dean commented.
Saoirse let out a quiet groan.
Sheriff Mills looked between them. "Here's what I know about Bobby Singer. He's a menace around here, ass-full of drunk-and-disorderlies and mail fraud. You understanding me?"
"I think we all can agree that you've made yourself perfectly clear, yes," Dean said.
"So, whatever the four of you are planning, five if you include a friend of Bobby's, it ends here. Now. Ten-four on that, Agents?"
"Yeah."
"A friend?" Penelope repeated with a frown.
INT. BOBBY'S HOUSE
"You know how many times we called?" Dean said. "Where have you been?"
"Playing murderball," Bobby replied.
Dean sniffed the air. "What's that smell? Is that soap? Did you clean?"
Bobby frowned. "What are you, my mother? Bite me!"
"Bobby, seriously," Sam and Penelope said.
"I been working. You know, trying to find a way to stop the devil."
"Find anything?" Dean asked.
""What do you think?"
"Bobby, it's just... there's a case less that five miles from your house," Sam informed.
"What, the -- the Benny Sutton thing? That's what this is about?"
"You knew about this?" Penelope asked.
"Hell, yes," Conor replied as he walked in. "We checked into it already. There's nothing here."
"Except a witness who saw a dead guy commit murder," Sam said.
"What witness? Digger Wells?"
"Yeah," Dean confirmed. "So?"
"So, he's a drunk," Bobby stated.
"Well, what about the lightning storms?" Sam wondered. "They look like omens."
"Except in February in South Dakota in storm season. Guys, I thought it was something, too. Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar."
"So who killed the guy?"
"Take your pick. This Benny Sutton guy was a grade-a son of a bitch. There's a list of the living a year long wouldn't mind putting a cap in his ass."
Dean frowned. "So, you're telling us... nothing?"
"Sorry. Looks like you wasted a tank of gas on this one."
"Great."
INT. IMPALA - NIGHT
Dean parked the Impala near St. Anthony's Cemetery.
"What's up?" Sam asked.
"Isn't that the graveyard back there?" Dean questioned.
"Yeah. So what? Bobby and Conor already checked it out."
"And?" Penelope said. "What, Bobby and my dad are never wrong? Come on. We'll take a peek, and then we'll hit the road. Can't hurt."
EXT. ST. ANTHONY'S CEMETERY
They walked through the cemetery and saw a grave with overturned soil.
"Hey," Sam noted, stopping at Clay Thompson's headstone.
"That look fresh to you?" Dean asked.
"Yeah, actually," Sam and Penelope replied.
They dug up the grave and discovered the coffin was empty.
"What is going on here?" Sam wondered.
"I don't know, but something stinks," Dean answered.
Penelope nodded. "Definitely."
INT. CLAY THOMPSON'S HOUSE
Sam, Penelope and Dean broke into the house and looked around. A man attacked Dean, thinking he was a burglar. Dean pushed him to the ground.
"Don't shoot me! Please!" Clay begged. "There's money in the safe."
"We don't want your money," Dean told him.
"What do you want? Anything. Please..."
"You're Clay Thompson, right?" Sam asked.
"Who are you?"
"Um, FBI."
"FBI? Oh, my God. This is about Benny."
Dean frowned. "Wha... what about Benny?"
"He killed me! He shot me in the back! I'm supposed to let him get away with that?"
"Hang on. A-are you confessing?"
"Please. I'll go with you. Just... just don't wake my kids."
"Y-you'll go with us?" Sam and Penelope questioned.
"Jail."
"Let me get this straight," Dean said. "You're Clay Thompson, and you died five years ago?"
"Yes."
"And three days ago you climbed out of your grave, and you killed Benny Sutton?"
"Yes."
"So you are, in fact, a dead guy."
"I guess. I-I-I don't know what I am."
Clay's wife entered. "Clay? I called 911."
"It's okay, honey. These men are FBI. They're here about Benny."
"Why don't you come with us, Mr. Thompson?" Dean suggested. "I think that'd be best."
EXT. CLAY THOMPSON'S HOUSE
"Dean," Sam and Penelope called.
"He's a monster," Dean replied.
"He's a soccer dad," Sam told him.
"What do you two want to do with him?"
Sheriff Mills and another police officer suddenly intercepted them. "Freeze! Drop your guns."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. All right. Hey."
Dean pointed to Clay. "Remember the guy you said that was dead and couldn't possibly commit murder? There he is."
"And?" Sheriff Mills asked.
"And"? And you're welcome - for catching the undead killer zombie."
"Whatever he is or isn't that don't give you the right to shoot him in the middle of the street." She handcuffed Dean.
"Shoot me?" Clay said.
"You're free to go, Mr. Thompson."
"Free to go?!" Dean exclaimed.
"I can't believe you were gonna kill me," Clay stated.
"You're a zombie!"
"I'm a taxpayer!"
INT. JAIL CELL
"So, what? Sheriff's on the take?" Dean questioned.
"Yeah. No. The zombies are paying her off?" Sam guessed, seeing Sheriff Mills, Bobby NFL's Conor talking in the police station. "Hey."
Penelope frowned. "So, what? They're friends now?"
INT. POLICE STATION
Sam, Penelope and Dean left with Bobby and Conor. Sam pushed Bobby's wheelchair.
"Bobby, I thought the Sheriff hated you?" Sam said in a questioning tone.
"She did till five days ago," Bobby replied.
"What happened five days ago?" Dean asked.
"The dead started rising all over town."
"So you two knew about this?" Penelope questioned.
"Yep."
"I think what Penny meant to say is, you two lied to us?" Dean said.
"Look, I told you there was nothing here. And there isn't. Not for you."
"There are zombies here."
"There are zombies..." Conor began. "And then there are zombies. Come with us."
INT. BOBBY'S HOUSE
"You want to tell us what the hell..." Dean trailed.
Two woman wearing aprons walked to the table, one carrying a plate.
"Oh, hey," Karen greeted. "I didn't realize you were bringing company."
"It's four a.m., babe," Bobby told her. "You didn't need to cook."
Eliza smiled. "Oh, please! I'll get some plates."
"Who was she?" Dean asked.
"Karen," Bobby answered. "My wife."
"Your new wife?"
"My dead wife."
"Mom?" Penelope said softly.
Eliza entered with plates and smiled. "Oh, Penny, you're as beautiful as your father said you were."
LATER
Dean was eating pie.
"This is incredible, Mrs. Singer, Mrs. Marvin," Dean complimented.
"Thank you, Dean," Karen and Eliza replied.
Sam and Penelope frowned at Dean and gave them a pointed look.
"What? It is," Dean said.
"It's great, Karen," Bobby told her. "Thanks. Could you, um, just give us a minute?"
Karen left the room.
"Go on, babe," Conor said softly.
Dean looked at Bobby and Conor. "Are you crazy? What the hell?"
"Dean, Bobby and I can explain."
Dean narrowed his eyes. "Explain what? Lying to us? Or the American Girl zombies making cupcakes is in your kitchen?!"
"First of all, that's my wife, and Conor's wife, so watch it," Bobby said.
"Bobby, whatever that thing is in there, it is not your wife or Conor's wife/Penny's mom," Sam told him.
"And how do you know that?"
"Are you serious?"
Conor frowned. "You think we're idiots, boy? Bobby's and my dead wife show up on Bobby's doorstep, we're not gonna test them every way we ever learned?"
"So what is it?" Dean questioned. "Zombies? Revenant?"
"Hell if Conor and I can tell. She's got no scars, no wounds, no reaction to salt, silver, holy water..." Bobby trailed.
"Bobby, she crawled out of her coffin," Penelope said. "But why my mom is here..."
"No, she didn't. I cremated her. Somehow, some way, she's back."
"That's impossible," Sam stated.
"Tell me about it."
"You bury her ashes?"
"Yeah."
"Where?" Dean questioned.
"In the cemetery. That's where they all rose from."
"How many?"
"15, 20, I made a list." He handed the list to Sam. "Uh, there's Karen... Clay... Sheriff Mills - her little boy came back."
"And there were no signs? No omens?" Sam asked.
"Well, there were lightning storms."
"That's what we said," Dean replied. "What else?"
Conor read from the book of Revelation. ""And through the fire stood before me a pale horse. And he that sat atop him carried a scythe, and I saw he had risen, they, too, shall rise, and from him and through him.""
Penelope frowned. "So, what, Death is behind this?"
"Death, Death?" Sam inquired. "Like "Grim Reaper" death?"
"Yeah," Bobby said.
"Awesome," Dean muttered. "Another horseman. Must be Thursday."
"Bobby... Why would Death raise 15 people in a Podunk town like Sioux Falls?" Sam wondered.
"I don't know," Bobby admitted.
"You know, if Death is behind this, then whatever these things are... it's not good," Dean told him. "You know what we have to do here."
"She doesn't remember anything, you know."
"What do you mean?" Penelope asked, still with her frown.
"Being possessed, me killing her... her coming back."
Conor shook his head. "Eliza doesn't remember anything either."
"Bobby, Conor..." Dean began.
"No, no, don't "Bobby" and "Conor" us," Bobby told him. "Just... just listen, okay?" Karen hummed. "She hums when she cooks. She always... used to hum when she cooked. Tone deaf as all hell, but... And I never though I would hear it again. Look, just read Revelation. The dead rise during the apocalypse. There's nothing in there that says that's bad! Hell, maybe it's the one good thing that comes out of this whole bloody mess."
"And what would you do if you were us?"
"I know what I'd do. Conor knows what he'd do. And I know what you think we got to do. But... I'm begging you. Please. Please. Leave them be."
Penelope turned to Sam. "I want to stay here with my mom. I don't care that she's a dead woman walking."
"Penny-" Sam began, then nodded. "We'll be back."
INT. DINER - DAY
"So, what do you think?" Sam asked.
"There's nothing to think about," Dean said. "I'm not gonna leave Bobby, Conor or your girlfriend at home with the bride of Frankenstein."
"Then what do you want to do? Just walk in there in front of Bobby, Conor and Penny and blow their skulls off?"
"If she decides that Bobby's face is the blue plate special, I'd like to be there."
Sam pursed his lips. "Fine. See what else we can find out."
EXT. BOBBY'S SALVAGE YARD
Dean was leaning against the Impala. He jumped at the sight of Karen next to him.
"Oops," Karen said. "Did I scare you?"
"No," Dean answered. "No. No. There's... nothing scary about you or Eliza at all."
"Feel like some lunch?"
"Uh... I'm good. Thanks."
Karen smiled. "Come on, there's more pie."
Dean glanced at her. "I don't think that Bobby or Conor want me inside."
"Guess it'll have to be our secret, then, huh? Come on."
EXT. SHERIFF MILLS' HOUSE
Sam snuck up to the window and saw Sheriff Mills and her husband reading a book to their young son.
INT. BOBBY'S KITCHEN
Dean was eating a piece of pie. There were many other pies in the room.
"I'm gonna go out on a limb and guess that you like pies," Dean commented. "Did you bake all these?"
"I don't know what it is," Eliza replied. "Since Karen and I got back, we can't stop baking."
"Yeah, when do you have time to sleep?"
"We don't. Must be the excitement."
"Or being dead."
"We know you don't trust us," Karen said.
"Why would you say that?"
"Come on, Dean. That's why you're here, isn't it? Keeping an eye on us? I know who you are. Just like I know Bobby's not the same mild-mannered scrap dealer are married. Conor isn't the same gentle man Eliza married. You hunt things. I-I'm a thing, as is she. We get it."
Dean stared at them. "So then you know that Sam, Penny and I would never let anything happen to Bobby or Conor. That he's like a father to us. Conor is Penny's father."
"I understand. And they're lucky to have you looking out for him, Dean. But you're not the only one."
"Is that so?"
"I remember everything, you know. When I died. That demon taking over my body... and the things it made me do. And Bobby having no choice but to... Well, you know what he did. But I can see it in his eyes when he looks at me. The guilt. It weighs on him."
Eliza nodded. "I remember that horrific night as well."
"So why don't you just tell them you remember?"
"We do crazy things for love," Karen replied. "He's my husband. Conor is Eliza's. Our job is to bring them peace... not pain."
EXT. HOUSE
Sam looked at Bobby's list and knocked on the door. "Mrs. Jones?!" He opened the unlocked door.
INT. EZRA JONES' HOUSE
"Ezra Jones?" Sam called. "Um... Ezra Jones?"
An old lady laid on a bed, obviously sick, coughing and foaming at the mouth. She gestured for Sam to come closer.
"W-what is it?" Sam asked. "You think maybe you could tell us from here?" She motioned him closer. "Yeah. We're gonna regret this."
Sam leaned close as she tried to say something. She attacked him, spitting mucus onto him in the process. He noticed a dead man on the floor with a bloody stomach. Sam shot Mrs. Jones in the head through her open mouth.
INT. BOBBY'S HOUSE
"Keep your damn voices down," Bobby told them. "Karen and Eliza are upstairs."
"Oh, I'm sorry," Dean said. "We're a little tense right now. Who's old lady Jones?"
"The first one to come up."
"First one to go bad," Sam and Penelope corrected.
"Ah, she was always a nutty broad."
"Nutty how?" Dean asked. "Nutty like the way she ate her husband's stomach? Was that the level of nutty she was in life?"
"No."
"Look, Bobby, I feel for you. I feel for you too, Conor. But you have got to acknowledge that you two aren't exactly seeing this straight."
"Bobby, Conor, whether you admit it or not, these things are turning. We have to stop them - all of them," Sam told him.
Bobby and Conor pulled out a gun, the former resting his on his lap. "Time to go."
"What?" Dean asked.
"You heard me," Bobby said. "Off my property."
"Or what? You'll shoot?"
"If Karen or Eliza turn, Conor and I will handle it our way."
"This is dangerous," Dean warned.
Bobby cocked the gun. "I'm not telling you twice."
Sam and Dean left.
Penelope walked downstairs. "Where'd they go?"
"Away," Conor replied.
INT. IMPALA
"He's crazy," Dean said.
"It's his wife, Dean," Sam told him. "It's Conor's wife."
Dean frowned. "So they goes "Full Metal Jacket" on us? We're their family, Sam."
"Look, man. Bigger fish, okay? I mean, we got a bunch of zombies about to turn this town into a giant chew toy."
"Yeah, and they and Penny are alone in the house, outnumbered, mind you, making pie with two of 'em!"
"All right? So?"
"So! We're gonna have to go back there and... and... and kill them. That's the only thing I can think of."
"If they see you, you're a dead man."
"Well, then, I guess I won't let them see me."
"Okay. I'll... head to town and rescue everyone - should be easy."
"Sounds like."
"We're gonna need some help."
"What about the Sheriff?"
"Uh, last time I checked, the Sheriff was pretty pro-zombie."
"Well, I guess you'll just have to convince her."
"How?"
"I don't know. You're just gonna."
INT. SHERIFF MILLS' HOUSE
Sheriff Mills' young son was lying on the couch, sick.
"There. Does that feel better, honey?" Sheriff Mills asked.
"I'm so hungry, mommy," her son replied.
"Oh, I know. I know. Mommy's gonna make you some soup, okay?"
"Okay."
Her husband was talking on the phone. "I don't know what else to tell you, doc. We checked the thermometer three times. His temperature is 111 degrees."
"Mommy," the boy called.
"Hold up, doc." He handed the phone to his wife.
"I'm hungry!"
Sheriff Mills handed her husband a bowl of soup. "Can you take that in to him?"
He left and she spoke into the phone. "Dr. Dwight, it's Jody Mills."
EXT. BOBBY'S SALVAGE YARD
Dean walked toward the house, loading a shotgun.
INT. BOBBY'S HOUSE
"Karen, Eliza, stay away from the windows," Bobby instructed. "Karen? Eliza?"
Karen and Eliza collapsed in the kitchen. Conor and Penelope rushed over to them.
"Karen?! Eliza?! Karen? Eliza?"
Karen and Eliza coughed. "I'm... I'm okay."
"Yeah?"
"I'm okay," Karen reassured. "She is too. I just... I'm okay. I - I just got to be dizzy."
"You're burning up."
"Oh, I'm okay. I - I just need something to eat. And I'll be fine. Really." She coughed heavily.
Eliza touched her husband's cheek, then her daughter's and smiled.
INT. SHERIFF MILLS' HOUSE
Sheriff Mills was still on the phone. "I don't know how to explain it, doctor. That's... that's why we're calling you. I..." A noise came from the living room and she dropped the phone.
"Sean? Owen?!" Sheriff Mills called, finding her husband dead and her son eating his flesh. "Oh, my God."
Her son stood and slowly approached her. Sam and Saoirse suddenly burst in and pulled her outside.
"Let's go!" Sam and Saoirse yelled.
"No!" Sheriff Mills protested.
"Go!"
EXT. SHERIFF MILLS' HOUSE
"My husband!" Sheriff Mills cried.
"Leave it!" Sam told her. "He's dead!"
"That was not my son!"
"You're right. It wasn't. Listen, Sheriff. Your town is in danger. People are in danger, and we need to help them now. Can you do that for me?" Sheriff Mills shook her head. "Can you focus for us, Sheriff? Sheriff?"
She focused on him. "How do we put them down?"
"Head shot."
She nodded. "We're gonna need weapons."
"We can start by rounding up everybody we can find. Where is there a safe place we can take people?"
"Jail."
"Right. Just, um..." he took out his gun, "give me a minute."
Sam went back into the house. A gunshot was heard.
INT. BOBBY'S HOUSE
Karen laid in bed, sick. Eliza laid in another bed. Bobby was at his wife's bedside, holding her hand. Conor and Penelope were holding Eliza's hands.
"I'm so hungry, Bobby," Karen said.
"I'll fix you something in a minute," Bobby replied.
"I can feel it. It's happening."
"Shh, it's gonna be all right."
"No. It's not. I'm turning, Bobby. Eliza is too
You know we are."
Bobby and Conor looked at their guns on a table nearby.
"It's okay," Karen and Eliza reassured. "Do it."
"No way," Bobby and Conor protested.
"Please."
"No."
"I remember."
Bobby frowned. "You remember what?"
"Everything," Karen said. "The demon inside me. You killing me. I remember."
Eliza nodded. "I remember the fire, being cut at the abdomen."
"Then you know... why I can't do it again," Bobby said sadly.
"I remember something else, too," Karen told him. "When I came back... There was a man."
"What do you mean, a man?"
"At the grave," Eliza replied. "He was quiet thing. Like a skeleton. And he told us to give you two a message."
"Us?" Conor asked. "W-why didn't you tell us this before?"
"You've both seen so much. We just... We just wanted to see you two smile. I wanted to see my darling little girl."
"What was the message?"
Dean opened the front door and two gunshots were heard.
"Bobby?! Conor?!" Dean called.
Dean found Karen and Eliza dead. Bobby was holding Karen's hand. Conor was holding Eliza's and his sobbing daughter.
INT. POLICE STATION
Sheriff Mills took guns out of a cabinet. A group of people had gathered in the room.
"All right, if I hand you a gun and you see a dead person, I don't care if it's your friend, your neighbor, or your wife, you shoot for the head. That's the only way we survive," Sam explained.
"Uh, you mind telling us who you are?" a man asked.
"Friendsof Bobby Singer's and Conor Marvin's."
"Town drunk."
"No, I-I thought..." he nodded at Digger, "he was the town drunk."
"Who told you that?"
"Bobby Singer... Stay sharp. I'll watch the front door."
EXT. BOBBY'S SALVAGE YARD
"You know, Bobby, Donor, Penny, if you want to sit this one out..." Dean trailed.
"Let's just get going," Bobby replied.
A noise indicated someone was coming and Dean went to investigate.
INT. POLICE STATION
Sam opened the door and looked out, then closed the door again and shook his head at Sheriff Mills.
EXT. BOBBY'S SALVAGE YARD
Dean walked through the salvage yard while Bobby sat in his wheelchair.
"Dean? Dean!" Bobby called.
Bobby and Conor fired at two zombies which tackled Dean to the ground.
Dean punched the zombies and tried to reach his gun.
"Dean?" Bobby and Conor called again.
Bobby and Conor shot at and killed two zombies that ran at them, then shot at another zombie which was moving behind cars. Dean finally got to his gun and shot the zombies that attacked them.
"Dean!"
Multiple zombies attacked the two hunters. One of them threw Bobby from his wheelchair onto the ground. Dean shot it.
"Little help here?" Bobby asked.
Dean and Conor helped Bobby back into his wheelchair and Dean picked up his gun.
"Guns?" Dean questioned.
"Yeah," Bobby agreed. "All right."
Dean, Conor and Bobby shot zombies as they hurried back into the house. Penelope shut the door once they'd entered.
INT. BOBBY'S HOUSE
"Got any more ammo?" Dean asked. "I'm low."
"Yeah, we got plenty," Bobby replied. "Just run past the zombies. It's in the van, where we left it."
Dean frowned. "A simple "no" would have been fine. What are they all doing here, anyway?!"
"I think I get it."
"What?"
Zombies began breaking in through the roof and windows.
"Oh, that ain't good," Bobby and Conor muttered.
"I'm out," Dean informed.
"Me too."
"Come on!"
Dean, Conor, Penelope and Bobby locked themselves in a closet, fighting zombies on the way. Zombies pounded on the door.
Bobby looked at Dean. "Kind of a tight fit, don't you think?"
"It's all right," Dean said. "They're idiots. They can't pick a lock."
The pounding stopped and the door handle moved.
Conor frowned at him. "Don't you ever get tired of being wrong?"
"I'm making this stuff up as we go," Dean shot back. "Sue me."
The closet door opened and Dean and Penelope hit zombies with the butt of their shotguns.
"Get down!" Sam yelled.
Sam and Sheriff Mills shot all the zombies.
"Are you okay?" Sam asked.
Penelope shook her head and threw her arms around Sam.
Sam placed a gentle hand on her back. "What happened?" He looked at Conor.
Conor sighed. "Penny and I had to watch Eliza die."
"I'm sorry," Sheriff Mills apologized.
Conor nodded. "Thank you."
EXT. CEMETERY - DAY
Dean and Sheriff Mills joined Sam in front of a massive funeral pyre.
"Well, if there's any zombies left out there, we can't find them," Dean said.
"How are the townspeople?" Sam questioned.
"Pretty freaked out," Sheriff Mills replied. "Hell, traumatized. A few of them are calling the papers. As far as I can tell, nobody's believed 'em yet."
"Would you?" Sheriff Mills shook her head. "How are you holding up?"
"Is that everyone?" Dean asked.
"All but two."
EXT. BOBBY'S SALVAGE YARD - DAY
Sam and Dean joined Bobby, Penelope and Conor in front of a large funeral pyre.
"So, thinking maybe Conor and I should apologize for losing our heads back there," Bobby said.
"Bobby, you and Conor don't owe us anything," Sam told him.
Dean looked at them. "Hey, look, I don't know squat from Shinola about love, but... At least you got to spend five days with them, right?"
"Right," Bobby noted. "Which makes things a thousand times worse. She was the love of my life. How many times to I got to kill her?"
Conor smiled sadly. "The same with Eliza. Her death was awful. But actually killing her? That's a worse hell than I could have ever imagined."
Sam asked, "Are you gonna be okay, Bobby, Penny, Conor?"
"You boys and girl should know... Karen and Eliza told me and Conor why Death was here," Bobby said.
"What do you mean?"
"Conor and I know why he took a stroll through a cemetery in the sticks of South Dakota. He came for me and Conor."
Dean frowned. "What do you mean, you and Conor?"
"Death came for me and Conor. He brought Karen and Eliza back to send me a message."
"You two? Why you two?"
"Because we've been helping you, you sons of bitches. Your father and I are the reason you're still saying no to Lucifer, Penny."
"So, this was like a hit on your lives?"
"We don't know if they wanted to take our lives or... our spirits. Either way, they wanted us out of the way."
"But you're gonna be all right. Right, Bobby? Right, Conor?" Sam wondered.
Penelope glanced at Bobby and her father and said, "No, Sam, they won't, and neither will I."
Sam laced his fingers through hers and held her close.