EXT. STREET
The three hunters were talking to a woman named Marion.
"Of course it's not UFO's," Marion said. "It's fairies."
"Fairies," Dean repeated. "Okay. Well, thank you for your input."
"What? Flying saucers not insane enough for you?" Sam asked.
Marion frowned. "What newspaper did you say you worked for?"
"Okay, if you want to add glitter to the glue you're sniffing, thats fine, but don't dump your whackadoo all over us. We'd rather not step in it."
"Okay, we're, we're done," Eden said.
"The only thing you're missing is a couple dozen cats, sister."
Dean offered a small smile. "It's a blood sugar thing. Our apologies."
As they walked away, Sam questioned, "What?"
"What? You gotta ask? Right, yes, you do have to ask."
"Look, I'm sorry, but this is all a big joke, right, and we're not actually taking this UFO crap seriously?"
"No, man. ET is made of rubber. Everybody knows that. But there are four legitimate vanishings in this town. Something's going on. And Sam? By the way, it's not the lady's fault that she took the brown acid."
"Yeah! So?"
"Empathy, dude," Eden said. "Empathy. I mean, old Sam would've given her some, some wussified dew-eyed jazz."
"Old Sam had a soul -- was a soul. Whatever."
"Right! Yeah, and, but you don't -- aren't. Whatever."
"Right."
"Right. You don't care," Dean stated.
"Well-"
"You have to care!"
"About what exactly?"
"About everything, man! About being human at least."
"Look, Dean. You and Eden obviously care. A lot. And that's great. But I can't care about what -- I can't care about it, you know? What do you two want me to do, fake it?"
"Yes," Eden replied. "Absolutely. Fake it. You fake it till you make it."
"What happened to you two wanting me to be all honest?"
"Hey, you wanna be a real boy, Pinocchio, you gotta act the part," Dean told him.
"I was faking it, Dean, Eden! Ever since we got back on the road together, I was picking every freaking word. It's exhausting."
"Okay. All right. But until we get you back on the soul train, we'll be your conscience, okay?"
"So you're saying you'll both be my... Jiminy Cricket. And one of my consciences is a chick."
Eden narrowed her eyes. "Hey. Careful! Shut it. But yeah, you big puppet. That's exactly what he's saying."
BRENNAN'S WATCHWORKS
"Mr. Brennan?" Dean and Eden called.
"Mmm?" Mr. Brennan hummed.
"We're with The Mirror," Sam said. "We would like to ask you-"
"What? Is this about Patrick? Patrick's gone."
"Missing," Dean noted. "Right. Yes, that's what we want to talk to you about."
"Now, your son was the first to disappear," Sam stated.
"First to be taken," Mr. Brennan corrected.
"Taken."
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Sunrise, Sunset
Mystery / ThrillerEden Harrison went crazy. Or so she was told. Years before, she foresaw two men who would bring about the apocalypse, but would ultimately stop it. No one believed her. How could they? All they knew is that she was telling a whimsical, insane stor...
