Originally aired: 08/11/2007
Director: Cliff Bole
Guest Stars: Lauren Cohan as Bela Talbot
Official CW Description
RESURFACES TO CAUSE MORE TROUBLE FOR SAM AND DEAN Sam
and Dean investigate the mysterious demise of drowned
victims who were nowhere near the water at the time
of their death. The brothers learn each of the victims
saw a ghost ship shortly before they died. Upon investigation,
they cross paths with Bela, who is being paid handsomely
by one of the murder victim's family members to solve
the case. Sam and Dean warn her to stay out of their
way, but she has other plans.
A girl is jogging along the dock at night, and she stops
to get a drink of water from a water fountain. When
she looks up, she sees the shape of a large ship, coming
along through the water. Lightning flashes, and each
time the ship seems to disappear in between flashes.
Suddenly, it’s gone. The girl turns and runs back
the other way.
Later, she is taking a shower. Behind
her, there is a shape outside the shower. It puts its
hand on the glass, and water runs down from its hand.
She turns, but there isn’t anything there. She
opens the door and looks out, but still nothing. She
goes back in and continues showering, when suddenly
an arm grabs her from behind and she begins to choke.
A few seconds later she is dead.
“So I’ve been waiting since Maple Springs,”
Dean says, while driving. “You got something to
tell me?” Sam acts confused, saying it isn’t
his birthday, and he doesn’t know what he’s
talking about. “There’s a bullet missing
from the colt,” Dean says. “You wanna tell
me how that happened?” When Sam doesn’t
say anything, Dean goes on “I know it wasn’t
me, so unless you were shooting at some incredibly evil
cans…” “Dean…” Sam begins,
and Dean cuts in “You went after it, didn’t
you? The Crossroads Demon, after I told you not to!”
“Yeah, well,” Sam says. “You could’ve
gotten yourself killed!” Dean yells. “I
didn’t,” Sam replies. “And you shot
her?” Dean asks. “She was a smart ass!”
Sam answers. “So what, I’m out of my deal?”
Dean asks. “Don’t you think I might’ve
mentioned that little fact, Dean?” Sam says. “No.
Someone else holds the contract.” “Who?”
“She wouldn’t say.” “Well we
should find out who,” Dean says. “Of course,
our best lead would be the Crossroads Demon. Oh…
wait a minute.” “That’s not funny,”
Sam begins. “No it’s not!” Dean replies.
“It was a stupid friggin risk, you shouldn’t
have done it.” “I shouldn’t have done
it? You’re my brother Dean, and no matter what
you do I’m gonna try and save you,” Sam
says angrily. “And I’m sure as hell not
gonna apologize for it, alright?” They drive on
“But I don’t understand, I already went
over all this with the other detectives,” an older
woman is saying, as she holds a picture of the girl
who died. “Yeah well you see, we’re from
the sheriff’s department, not the police department.
Different… departments,” Dean explains.
“So, Mrs. Case,” begins Sam. “Please,
Ms. Case,” she says, smiling at Sam, then looking
him up and down. “Okay. Ms. Case. You were the
one who found your niece, correct?” Sam asks.
“I came home, she was in the shower,” Ms.
Case says. “Drowned?” Dean asks. “Well
that’s what the coroner says,” she says,
looking doubtful. “But you tell me, how can someone
drown in a shower?” Sam asks her how she would
describe Sheila’s behaviour in the days before
her death. “I mean, did she seem frightened? Maybe
she said something out of the ordinary, or…”
“Wait a minute,” says the aunt suddenly.
“You’re working with Alex, aren’t
you?” The boys look at each other before Dean
says, “Yup. That’s… us and Alex, we’re
like this.” He holds up crossed fingers. “Why
didn’t you say so?” says Ms. Case. “Alex
has been such a comfort. But I’m sorry, I thought
the case was solved.” Sam says no, not yet, and
asks her again about her niece. “Well yes. Sheila
mentioned something quite strange before she died,”
Ms. Case replies. “She said she saw a boat.”
“A boat?” Dean says. “Yes, a boat.
One minute it was there, then it was gone. Disappeared
right before her eyes. You think it could be a…
ghost ship?” she asks. The boys exchange looks
again. “Alex thinks it could be a ghost ship,”
she goes on. “Well, uh, it could be,” Sam
admits. “Well, you let me know if there’s
anything else I can do for you,” she says, then
reaches up and strokes Sam’s hand. “Anything
at all.” Sam looks uncomfortable.
“What a crazy old broad,” Dean says as the
boys stroll along the dock. “Why, because she
believes in ghosts?” Sam asks. Dean laughs and
says he’s sticking up for his girlfriend and Sam
replies, “Bite me.” “Not if she bites
you first,” Dean jokes. “So who’s
this Alex? Think we got a player in town?” “Maybe,
maybe not,” Sam replies. “That doesn’t
change our job.” Sam then says that it isn’t
the first ghost ship that has been sighted around there.
He says that every 37 years there are reports of a three-mast
vanishing clipper ship out in the bay, and every 37
years there are a huge rash of weirdo, dryland drownings.
“So whatever’s happening is just getting
started,” Dean asks. “Yeah,” Sam says.
“So what’s the lore?” Dean asks. “Well
there are apparitions of old wrecks sighted all over
the world,” Sam says. He mentions a bunch of different
types of ghost ships. “So what happens, you see
the ship, then a few hours later you pucker up and kiss
your ass good bye?” Dean asks. “So what
next?” “We gotta ID the boat,” Sam
says. “Shouldn’t be too hard. How many three-mast
clipper ships are rigged off the coast?” Dean
asks. “I checked that too, actually,” Sam
says with a smile. “Over 150.” “Wow!”
Dean says. “Yeah,” Sam nods. “Crap,”
Dean replies. The boys head back up to the parking lot.
“This is where we parked the car, right?”
Dean asks, walking out into an empty parking spot. “I
thought so,” Sam replies. “Where’s
my car?” Dean asks. “Did you feed the meter?”
Sam asks. “Yes I fed the meter,” Dean says,
starting to get frantic now. “Sam, where’s
my car? Somebody stole my car!” he yells. “Hey
hey hey, calm down,” Sam begins. “I am calmed
down! Somebody stole my…” He suddenly leans
over, starting to hyperventilate. “Hey, hey, take
it easy,” Sam says, rushing over and helping him
up. “A 67 Impala? Was that yours?” the boys
look up to see Bela walking towards them. “Bela,”
Sam says in an irritated tone. “I’m sorry,”
she says. “I had that car towed.” “You
what?” Dean gapes. “Well it was in a tow
away zone,” she answers. “No it wasn’t!”
Dean argues. “Well it was when I was finished
with it,” she says. “What the hell are you
even doing here?” Dean asks. “A little yachting…”
she says. “You’re Alex,” Sam says
suddenly. “You’re working with that old
lady.” “Gert’s a dear old friend,”
she replies. Dean asks her what her angle is, and she
says there is no angle, she performs seances for lots
of the older people around there, and sells them charms.
“And let me guess, it’s all fake, none of
it’s real,” Dean says. “The comfort
I provide them is very real,” she replies, and
starts to walk away. “How do you sleep at night?”
Sam asks irritably. “On silk sheets, rolling naked
in money,” she says. “Really, Sam. I’d
expect the attitude from him, but you?” “You
shot me,” Sam says. “I barely grazed you,”
Bela says. “Cute. Little bit of a drama queen,
yeah?” “You do know what’s going on
around here,” Dean says. “This ghost ship
thing, it’s real.” “I’m aware,”
she replies. “Thanks for telling Gert the case
wasn’t solved, by the way.” “It isn’t,”
Dean says. “She didn’t know that,”
Bela says irritably. “Now the old bag’s
stopped payment and she’s demanding some real
answers. Look. Just stay out of my way before you cause
anymore trouble. And I’d get to that car if I
were you, before they find that arsenal in the trunk.”
She walks away. “Can I shoot her?” Dean
asks. “Not in public,” Sam says.
a house, night
A man is brushing his teeth at the sink, when he suddenly
hears something walk past him. He hears water running,
and sees that the tub behind him is full of water. He
goes over and turns off the taps, then tries the plug.
The water goes nowhere. He looks into the water, and
suddenly a hand comes out and grabs his neck. His face
starts to turn grey.
“The police said that he drowned, but I don’t
understand how…” a man is saying into a
recorder. “I am so sorry about your brother Mr.
Warren,” Bela says, speaking with no accent. “Now
if you could just tell me one more time about the ship
your brother saw…” “Ma’am,”
interrupts Dean, walking up with Sam and flashing his
badge, “I think this man’s been through
quite enough. You should go.” “But I just
have a few more questions,” she says pleasantly.
“No you don’t,” Sam says firmly. “Thank
you for your time,” she says to Mr. Warren, then
walks away. “Sorry you had to deal with that,
they’re like roaches,” Dean says loudly,
making Bela give him a dirty look over her shoulder.
“So, we heard you say your brother saw a ship,”
Sam says. They ask him what it looked like, and he replies
it looked like the old Yankee Clippers, a smuggling
vessel. He goes on to describe the figurehead and everything,
and when Sam says that seems like a lot of detail for
a ship his brother saw, he replies that he and his brother
were nightdiving, and he saw the ship too. The boys
then notice Bela talking to a couple of cops, and they
quickly leave, telling the man they’ll be in touch.
As the boys are loading their guns
back at the car, Bela walks up behind them. “I
see you got your car back,” she says. Dean asks
her if she really wants to come near him when he has
a loaded gun in his hands, and she tells him to watch
his blood pressure. “Why are you even still here?
You have enough to ID the boat,” she goes on.
“That guy back there saw the ship,” Sam
replies, closing the trunk. “And?” she asks.
“And he’s going to die. So we have to save
him,” Sam finishes. “How sweet,” she
says, smiling. She says he can’t be saved in time,
and they know it. “Yeah well, we have souls, so
we’re going to try,” Dean says, and the
boys go to get in the car. “Well I’m actually
going to find the ship, and put an end to this,”
Bela says, making them turn back. “But you have
fun.” Dean walks up to her. “Hey Bela, how’d
you get like this, huh? Did your Daddy not give you
enough hugs or something?” “I dunno. Your
daddy give you enough?” she replies. “Don’t
you dare look down your nose at me. You’re no
better than I am.” “We help people,”
Dean says. “Come on. You do this out of vengeance,
and obsession. You’re a stone’s throw from
being a serial killer,” she says. Dean looks back
at Sam. “Whereas I, on the other hand, I get paid
to do a job, and I do it. So you tell me. Which is healthier?”
“Bela, why don’t you just leave?”
Sam asks. “We’ve got work to do.”
“Yeah. You’re out for two. Bang up job so
far,” she says, and leaves.
the Warren’s house, night
The boys are sitting in the Impala outside Peter Warren’s
house, watching. “Anything good?” Dean asks
Sam, who is on their laptop. “No, not really,”
Sam replies. “Both brothers are University grads,
no criminal record. Couple of speeding tickets…”
Sam says they inherited their father’s money a
few years back, 112 million. “Nice life,”
Dean says, whistling. Sam says that Sheila was fine
too, so what did they have in common? “Maybe nothing,”
Dean says, but Sam replies that they always do. “Hey,
you!” yells Warren from the backyard. The boys
get out of the car as Warren asks, “You guys following
me?” “Sir, please calm down,” Sam
says. “You guys aren’t cops. Not dressed
like that, not in that crappy car,” Peter goes
on. “Whoa, hey, no need to get nasty,” Dean
says, and Sam tells him they are cops, undercover cops.
“We’re here because we think you’re
in danger,” he goes on. “From who?”
he asks. “Look, if you just settle down, we’ll
talk about it,” Sam says, but Warren tells them
to just stay away, and he goes and gets in his car.
He tries to drive away, but it suddenly stalls. “That
can’t be good,” Dean says. Peter, in the
car, suddenly sees a man appear next to him in the car.
He puts his hand on Peter’s face. The boys run
up to the car and smash the windows, shooting the ghost
with rock salt, but Peter is already choking on water,
which is pouring out of his mouth. By the time they
get in, he’s dead.
Dean turns off the radio and says, “You wanna
say it, or should I?” “What?” Sam
asks. “You can’t save everybody, Sam,”
Dean replies. “Yeah, so what, you feel better
now?” Sam asks. “No, not really,”
Dean says. “Me neither,” Sam says. Dean
starts to reply, but Sam cuts him off. “Just lately
I feel like I can’t save anybody.”
Dean and Sam are reading when they hear a knock on the
door. They immediately reach for guns, and Dean goes
to the door and sees that it’s Bela. “Dear
God,” she says. “Are you actually squatting?
Charming. So. How did things go last night with Peter?
That well huh?” she says when she sees their faces.
“I think the three of us should have a heart to
heart,” she says. “That’s assuming
you have a heart,” Dean says, sitting down beside
Sam. “Dean. Please,” she says nicely. “I’m
sorry about what I said before, okay? I come bearing
gifts.” She shows them all the information she
has gathered on the ship, including the fact that a
sailor was accused of treason in 1859 and hanged on
the ship. He was 37. “So that would explain the
37 year cycle,” Sam says. “Aren’t
you a sharp tack,” Bela says. She shows them a
picture of the sailor, and they recognize him as the
ghost who went after Peter. “Except he was missing
a hand,” Dean says. “His right hand,”
she says. “How did you know?” Sam asks.
“The sailor’s body was cremated, but not
before they cut off his hand to make a hand of glory,”
she replies. Sam explains that a hand of glory is a
serious occult object, it’s very powerful. “And
officially remains,” Dean says. “But still,
none of this explains why the ghost is choosing it’s
victims,” Sam wonders. “I’ll tell
you why,” Bela says. “Who cares? Find the
hand, burn it, and stop the bloody thing.” Dean
asks why she’s telling them all this, and she
replies because she knows exactly where the hand is.
“Where?” Dean asks. “At the Sea Pines
Museum,” she replies. “I need help.”
“What kind of help?” Sam asks.
“What is taking you so long?”
Bela calls, she is standing at the bottom of some stairs,
all dressed up. “Sam’s already half way
there. With his date.” “I’m so not
okay with this,” comes Dean’s voice from
upstairs. “What are you, a woman? Come down already,”
she orders. As Dean comes down the stairs she can’t
help but stare. “Alright, get it out, I look ridiculous,”
Dean says. He is looking dashing in a tuxedo. “Not
exactly the word I would use,” she says. “What?”
Dean asks. “You know, when this is over, we should
really have angry sex,” she says. Dean stares
at her, then crosses his arms. “Don’t objectify
me. Let’s go.”
Pines Maritime Museum
As Dean and Bela walk inside, she asks him if he’s
chewing gum. “Try to behave as if you’re
lived this life before, yeah?” she says, and he
casually sticks his gum on the edge of a fountain. Sam
and Ms. Case are together, Sam reminds her that they
are only on business, and she replies that sometimes
business can be pleasure. He asks her to excuse him
for a minute, and goes over to Dean and Bela. “Exactly
how long do you expect me to entertain my date?”
he asks. “As long as it takes,” Bela says.
Dean says to him that there’s security everywhere,
and it would be an uncrashable party without invitations.
“We can crash anything, Dean,” Sam replies.
“Yeah but this is easier, and it’s a lot
more entertaining,” Dean says. “You know
there are limits to what I’ll do, right?”
Sam says. “Oh, he’s playing hard to get.
That’s cute,” Dean smiles. “I wanna
know the details in the morning.” He walks away
with Bela. Just then, Ms. Case comes up with two glasses
of champagne. “To us,” she says. Sam takes
his and drinks it all at once.
Bela and Dean are talking about the
security, she notes that they’re posted at every
door, they won’t be able to just waltz upstairs.
“What do you suggest?” she asks. “I’m
thinking,” he says. “Don’t strain
yourself,” she says. When Dean looks at her in
surprise, she says “Interesting how the legend
is so much more than the man.” “You got
any bright ideas, I’m all ears,” says Dean
stiffly. “Okay,” she says, and promptly
pretends to faint. Dean just catches her. He asks a
nearby waiter if there’s any shellfish in the
food, as his wife has a severe allergy. When the waiter
replies no, Dean quickly grabs one for himself. “They’re
excellent, by the way,” he says with a smile.
A security guard comes over and asks him what the trouble
is, and Dean replies that his wife is a lightweight
when it comes to champagne, and asks if there’s
a place he can lay her down until she feels better.
The guard tells Dean to follow him.
Upstairs, Dean dumps Bela rather unceremoniously on
the couch, and goes with the guard to the door. “You
think she’s a pain in the ass now, try living
with her,” he says, closing the door. “Maybe
next time give me a little heads up with your plan,”
he says angrily after the guard is gone, and Bela has
sat up. “I didn’t want you thinking,”
she replies. “You’re not very good at that.”
Dean says nothing. Dean starts to leave the room and
she says, “Room 235. It’s in a locked glass
case wired for alarm. I’m sure that won’t
be a problem?” Dean mocks her as he leaves the
Sam is dancing with Ms. Case. She asks where Alex and
her new friend are, and Sam replies that he’s
sure they’re entertaining themselves. “Oooh,
naughty,” she says. “Well I guess we’ll
just have to entertain ourselves as well.” She
grabs Sam’s butt, giggling. “Whoa, um, Mrs.
Case – Ms. Case – you know, I don’t
want to give you the wrong idea…” “Call
me Gert,” she says. “You remind me of my
late husband. He was shy too.” She grabs Sam’s
butt with her other hand as well. “Mmmm, you’re
just firm all over.”
Dean is carefully disarming the alarm system, while
meanwhile Bela is looking around the room. She looks
at a glass bottle, just as the guard knocks on the door,
asking if everything is alright. She goes to the door,
holding her dress to herself. When the guard asks if
they’re done with the room, she smiles and says,
“Not exactly. Could we have a few more minutes?”
“Yes ma’am,” the guard says. As he
turns away, he hears her giggle, “Stop it! That
tickles.” Walking away, he bumps into Dean, just
coming up the stairs. “Oh, sorry. Nature called,”
Dean says. “Thanks for looking after my wife.”
“Oh, she’s being looked after alright,”
the guard replies, walking away. Dean goes back to the
room and goes inside, asking her if there was any trouble.
“Nothing I couldn’t handle,” she says.
“Did you get it?” Dean takes out the hand,
and when she asks, “May I?” he says no and
wraps it in a handkerchief. “It might be more
inconspicuous in my purse,” she says. “Nice
try,” Dean says. “Just trying to be helpful,”
she replies. “Well sweetheart, I don’t need
your kind of help,” Dean says.
“Wow, this is one long song,” Sam says.
“I hope it never ends,” says Ms. Case, obviously
a little drunk. “How’s the investigation
going?” she asks. “These things take time,”
Sam replies. “You know, people are talking about
the Warren brothers deaths. Strange. Do you think it’s
connected to Sheila’s?” she asks. “Yeah,
we think so,” Sam says. “I think they had
it coming, in a Biblical sort of way,” she says.
“What do you mean?” Sam wonders. “You
know about their father,” she says. “No,”
Sam replies. “Come here, I’ll whisper it,”
she says. “They say he didn’t die of natural
causes.” “Then how?” Sam asks. “Rumour
has it,” she says, rubbing her face on the side
of Sam’s, “The boys did it to him. Nothing
was ever proved, but people still whisper.” “Okay,
okay, um,” says Sam, “did Sheila have any
connection to them?” “None that I know of,”
she says. Sam then asks if Sheila had any tragedy in
her life, and Ms. Case tells him about how she was in
a car accident when she was younger, and her cousin
was killed. Just then Bela and Dean come back, and Bela
asks if they’re having a nice time. “It’s
delightful,” Ms. Case says, going over to Bela
and kissing her on the cheek. “He wants me,”
she says quietly. “I’m going to get Gert
into a cold shower,” Bela says, leading her away.
“See you at the cemetery.”
Sam asks if Dean got it, but when Dean goes to get it
out of his pocket, he finds that Bela has somehow switched
it, with the glass bottle she was looking at it in the
room. “I’m gonna kill her,” he says.
Bela takes some money out of her purse and looks at
it happily, but then suddenly she looks up to see the
ship, coming along through the water. “Oh no,”
“You know what, you’re right,” Dean
is saying, “I’m not gonna kill her. I think
slow torture’s the way to go.” “Dean,
look, you gotta relax,” Sam says. “Relax?
Oh yeah I’ll relax. I can’t believe she
got another one over on us!” he says angrily.
“You,” Sam says. “What?” Dean
turns around in shock. “I mean she got another
one over on you, not us,” Sam says. Dean stares
at him for a moment before saying, “Thank you,
Sam! Very helpful.” Suddenly there’s a knock
at the door. “Hello? Could you open up?”
It’s Bela’s voice. The boys open the door.
“Just let me explain,” she says.
“I sold it,” she tells
them. “I had a buyer lined up as soon as I knew
it existed.” Dean makes a motion of shooting her
in the head behind her back. “So the whole reason
for us going to the charity ball was…” Sam
asks. “I needed a cover. You were convenient,”
she replies. “So you sold it to a buyer, just
go buy it back,” Sam suggests. “It’s
halfway across the ocean. I can’t get it back
in time,” she says. “In time for what?”
Dean asks. “What’s going on with you, Bela?
You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” Sam
says. “I saw the ship,” she replies. “You
what?” says Dean. He says that he always knew
she was an immoral bitch, but just when he thought his
opinion of her couldn’t get any lower… “What
are you talking about?” she asks. “We figured
out the spirit’s motive,” Sam replies. He
takes out a picture. “This is the captain of our
ship. The one who hung our ghost boy.” “So?”
she asks. Sam tells her that they were brothers, and
the spirit only goes after people who spill their own
family’s blood. Like Sheila, who killed her cousin
in a car accident, and the Warren brothers, who murdered
their father. “And now you,” Sam goes on.
“So who was it, Bela? Who did you kill? Was it
Daddy? Little sis?” Dean asks. “None of
your business,” Bela says. “No. Right. Well,
have a nice life. You know, whatever’s left of
it,” Dean walks away. “Sam, let’s
go.” “You can’t just leave me here,”
she says desperately. “Watch us,” Dean replies.
“Please? I need your help,” Bela says. “Our
help? Now how could a couple of serial killers possibly
help you?” Dean asks. “Okay that was a bit
harsh, I’ll admit it, but it doesn’t warrant
a death sentence,” she says quickly. “That’s
not why you’re gonna die,” says Sam. “What
did you do, Bela?” “You wouldn’t understand.
No one did,” she says. “Nevermind,”
she says finally when they just look at her. “I’ll
just do what I’ve always done, I’ll deal
with it myself.” She starts to leave. “You
do realize you just sold the only thing that could save
your life,” Dean says. “I’m aware,”
she says. “Well,” says Sam. “Maybe
not the only thing.”
Sam is setting up candles, on top of a grave. “Do
you really think this is going to work?” Bela
asks. “Almost definitely not,” Dean replies
just as a wind starts to blow, and it begins to rain.
“Sammy! Better start reading,” Dean says.
Sam begins to read in Latin, and the candles blow out.
Sam continues. Suddenly, Bela sees the sailor standing
behind Dean. “Behind you!” she screams,
but not fast enough, the sailor throws Dean against
a grave, then puts his hand on Bela’s face. Sam
is still reading, but she begins to cough water anyway.
Dean picks himself up and runs over. “Sammy, read
faster!” he yells. Suddenly the sailor turns around,
to see his brother standing behind him. “You hanged
me,” he says. “I’m sorry,” his
brother says. “Your own brother,” the sailor
goes on. “I’m so sorry,” his brother
says again, but the sailor runs at him, and as they
meet they both explode into water.
The boys are packing, as Bela walks in. “You boys
should learn to lock your doors. Anyone could just barge
in,” she says. “Anyone just did,”
Sam replies. “Come to say good bye, or say thank
you?” “I’ve come to settle affairs,”
she says, reaching into her purse. “Giving the
spirit what he wanted, his brother. Very clever, Sam.
So here.” She throws each of them a wad of money.
“That’s ten thousand. That should cover
it. I don’t like being in anyone’s debt.”
Dean asks her if giving them ten grand is easier than
a simple thank you, and she doesn’t answer. “You’re
so damaged,” Dean says. “Takes one to know
one,” she replies. “Good bye, lads.”
She leaves. “She’s got style. You’ve
gotta give her that,” Sam says. “I suppose,”
says Dean. “You know Dean, we don’t know
where this money’s been,” Sam begins. “No,
but I know where’s it goin! Haha!” Dean
“Seriously? Atlantic City?” Sam says. “Hell
yeah. Play some Roulette? Always bet on black?”
Dean replies. “Hey, you know I’ve been doing
some thinking, and I want you to know I understand why
you did it. Why you went after the Crossroads Demon.
If the situation was reversed, I guess I’d have
done the same thing. I mean I’m not blind. I know
what you’re going through, with this whole deal.
Me going away, and all that. But you’re gonna
be okay.” Sam snorts. “You think so.”
“Yeah, you’ll keep hunting. Live your life.
You’re stronger than me. You are,” Dean
replies. “You are, you’ll get over it. But
I want you to know I’m sorry, I’m sorry
for putting you through all this, I am.” “You
know what Dean, go screw yourself,” Sam says suddenly.
“What?” Dean looks shocked. “I don’t
want an apology from you,” Sam snaps. “And
by the way, I’m a big boy now, I can take care
of myself.” “Oh well excuse me,” says
Dean. “So would you please quit worrying about
me? I mean, that’s the whole problem in the first
place, Dean! I don’t want you to worry about me,
I want you to worry about you!” Sam yells. “I
want you to give a crap that you’re dying!”
Dean is silent. “So that’s it? Nothing else
to say for you?” Sam says angrily. “I think
maybe I’ll play craps,” Dean says. They
drive on in silence, Sam shaking his head.
The Legend Episode
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