The Winchesters find themselves feeling a little bored, just hanging out at the Lair O' Letters and waiting for Kevin to translate more of the tablet. Luckily, a possible case rolls in and it might involve zombies. Dean is kind of thrilled at the prospect, but the body they find at the morgue seems to be that of an ordinary young man. While they're pouting at this sad turn of events, the young man comes back to life on the slab. He calls himself Shane, even though he knows somehow that's not his real name. All he knows for sure is that he dies every day and then reanimates a few hours later.
Sam and Dean bring Shane back to their motel for a little check-up. He passes all their usual monster tests, but he's clearly something supernatural. While he's sleeping that night, a pretty young lady attacks him with a knife. He fights her off with great skill, even though he's positive he's never fought before. He's so shocked that he drops dead of a heart attack. While he's sprawled out on the bed, waiting to come back to life again, the Winchesters do their research and decide that Shane is actually Prometheus. Zeus cursed him for giving fire to mortals. Shane does remember being found on a mountain some years back and he's not fond of eagles picking at his liver.
The woman who found Shane on that mountain comes looking for him. They shared a night of passion that resulted in her conceiving a son, but she was too freaked out by the whole daily dying thing and ran off. She's come back now that her son Oliver seems to be afflicted by the same deadly curse. After everybody gets used to the idea that Greek gods are real, they realize they need to trap Zeus and get him to lift the curse. Zeus, naturally, is kind of a dick about the whole thing, and plans to put wee Oliver on the mountain to take Prometheus's place.
The lady who attacked Shane earlier is Artemis, goddess of hunters and daughter of Zeus. She also has a crush on Prometheus, which comes in handy when Sam needs to talk her into defying her father. Alas, when she shoots an arrow at her father, he uses Prometheus as a shield. Prometheus, a badass to the end, shoves the arrow through his own heart, out through his back and into Zeus's heart. With Zeus dead, the curse is lifted. Sadly, this means that Prometheus -- now mortal and shot through the heart -- dies of his wounds. But Oliver lives on uncursed, so it's half of a win.
At the end, Dean returns to his room at the Lair O' Letters and prays to Castiel. He knows something is wrong with Sam and fears the trials will kill him. If Castiel hears the prayer, he gives no sign, because Dean is cursed to suffer an eternity of Olympus-sized angst. Stay tuned for the full recap.
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THEN! God's grubbiest little prophet, Kevin Tran, figured out how to close the Gates of Hell. For some unknown reason, God designed a series of three trials that had to be passed before the Gates can be closed. Dean, feeling even more self-sacrificing than usual, decided that he was going to undertake the trials so that Special Sammy could survive to live a long, boring life. Alas, it was Special Sammy who inadvertently passed the first trial when he killed a hellhound to save his and Dean's lives.
NOW! A pickup truck speeds along a dark and icy highway. As if this weren't dangerous enough already, the driver decides to tempt fate even further by taking a swig of beer. He starts to doze off, then jerks awake again. He's like, "Whoo! That was a close one. Better drink more beer!" He drinks even as his eyelids flutter under the strain of maintaining wakefulness. On the road ahead of him walks a rather good-looking young man with tousled hair. He casts a glance over his shoulder, sees the truck not too far behind him, but doesn't move out of the way. Perhaps he's too cold to think? He appears to be wearing only two shirts, which for the Winchesters is beachwear. The trucker nods off again and plows right into our handsome and underdressed stranger. The stranger bounces off the windshield, rolls down the hood and comes to a stop in a patch of snow on the side of the road. The trucker, now wide awake, staggers outside to get a look at his victim. "Oh, God, oh no," he says upon seeing the bloody and broken body before him. He peers up and down the road, sees nobody in either direction, and hops back into his truck. He drives away from the scene of the crime, probably to go buy more beer.
As dawn breaks, our handsome stranger is considerably less handsome. He's frosty and blue everywhere except for where he's bloody. An eagle perches on his hip and picks at a wound in his abdomen. If you have a passing familiarity with Greek mythology, this was probably the point at which you asked yourself, "I wonder if that's supposed to be Prometheus?" A moment later, you probably asked yourself, "I wonder how badly the show's going to screw that up?" As the eagle is enjoying its breakfast, a state trooper drives up. The eagle flaps away in a huff. (I may be projecting a tad; I hate when people interrupt my meals.) Even though the fellow in the road is bluer than a Texas liquor store on Sunday, the trooper does his job and checks for a pulse. While the trooper heads towards his car to call into dispatch, the wounds on the dead body fade away. The skin regains its healthy pink glow. A moment later, the previously dead hit-and-run victim opens his blue, blue eyes and lets out a gasp. By the time the trooper looks at the road again, the body is gone. "What the hell?" he wonders. He spies a set of footprints in the snow, heading into the woods and stares at them in befuddlement. Supernatural!