Bobby’s house
Sam is standing in the panic room, looking around, when the window at the top of the door opens. Sam looks over at Dean, who is standing outside. “Okay. Let me out. This is not funny.” “Damn straight,” Dean replies. “Dean - come on. This is crazy!” Sam walks closer to the door. “No. Not until you dry out,” Dean says firmly. Sam sighs. “Look. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have lied to you. Just... open the door.” Dean shrugs. “You don’t have to apologize. It’s not your fault. It’s not your fault that you lied to me, over and over again. I get it now, you couldn’t help it.” “I’m not some junkie!” Sam snaps. “Really? I guess I’ve just imagined how strung out you’ve been lately,” Dean says sarcastically. Sam snorts. “You’re actually trying to twist this into some ridiculous drug intervention?” “If it smells like a duck,” Dean calmly replies. “Dean, I’m not drinking the demon blood for kicks!” Sam says loudly. “I’m getting strong enough to kill Lillith!” “Strong,” Dean repeats. “Yeah!” Sam snaps. “This is about as far away from strong as you can get,” Dean replies angrily. “Try weak. Try desperate. Pathetic!” Sam tries to stay calm. “Killing Lillith is what matters. Or are you so busy being self-righteous you forgot about her?” Dean looks at the ground for a second. “Oh Lillith’s gonna die. Bobby and I will kill her. But not with you.” “You’re not serious,” Sam says. “Congrats, Sammy,” Dean replies. “You just bought yourself a benchwarmer seat to the apocalypse.” He closes the window, ignoring Sam’s yells of anger, and goes up the stairs slowly.
Sam sits on the bed in the middle of the room. His vision’s starting to go blurry. He rubs his head and stands up, goes over to the door. He tries to get out in some way, but he can’t, and he turns away again. Suddenly, he can see his breath. The lights flicker. “Guys!” Sam yells. “Get down here, something’s com...” He stops. Alastair is standing in front of him. “Hello Sam,” he says, smiling. “It’s a pleasure to see you again. Looks like I have you all to myself here...” Sam gapes at him silently. “Goodness... how will we pass the time?” Alastair says, running the blade of a knife under his chin.
Sam is strapped down to a table. Alastair approaches him, smiling, carrying his knife. “No. Don’t! Don’t,” Sam says desperately, but Alastair cuts into his stomach anyway. Sam yells in pain. “No! Alastair! Stop, please!” Alastair turns to look at him, raising his bloody hands. “So polite all of a sudden! Very nice. I appreciate that.” He goes back to cutting into Sam. Sam screams again, but we can see now that there aren’t any restraints, no table, no Alastair. He’s lying on his bed, arms spread out like he’s tied down, but there’s nothing there. It’s all in his head.
Upstairs, Bobby and Dean can hear him screaming. Bobby passes Dean a glass of whiskey. Dean looks sick. “How long is this gonna go on?” Bobby looks at him. “Here, let me look it up in my demon detox manual. Oh wait - no one ever wrote one.” Dean doesn’t say anything, he just looks down. “No telling how long it’ll take,” Bobby says finally. “Hell, or if Sam’ll even live through it.” Dean looks at him, but Bobby’s phone rings. He picks it up. “Hello? Suck dirt and die, Rufus. You call me again, I’ll kill ya.” He hangs up. Dean walks over. “What’s up with Rufus?” “He knows,” Bobby says, and the phone rings again. Bobby picks it up. “I’m busy you son of a bitch, this better be important.” He listens, then looks at Dean.
Sam opens his eyes, realizes there’s no restraints and sits up. His stomach is fine. “The answer’s yes,” says a voice. “You’re hallucinating.” Sam turns to see himself, when he was younger. “That’s right, it’s me,” young Sam says. “Or I mean it’s... you.” “I’m losing my mind,” Sam says. Younger Sam nods. “Definitely.” “What do you want?” Sam asks, watching him. “An explanation! How could you do this to me?” his younger self says loudly. “I thought we were gonna be normal.” “I tried. I did,” Sam explains. “It didn’t pan out that way. Sorry kid.” Younger Sam glares at him. “Sorry kid? That’s what you have to say? It’s all we ever wanted! We were so close! You got away from Dad. You quit hunting! You were gonna become a lawyer and get married! Why’d you blow it?” “Look!” Sam snaps angrily. “They killed Jessica.” “Yeah. And if you hadn’t run off with Dean, if you’d been there to protect her, she’d still be alive,” younger Sam says. Sam grits his teeth. “I know.” “Think Jess would want you to turn into this?” Younger Sam asks. “She loved you! You think she’d be happy, you using her as an excuse?” “I’m sorry. I am. But life doesn’t turn out the way you thought it would when you were fourteen years old. We were never gonna be normal, we were never gonna get away,” Sam says firmly. “Grow up.” There’s silence for a second, and then suddenly younger Sam’s voice comes from a different spot. “Maybe you’re right. Maybe there’s no escape,” he says. Sam whirls around. “After all, how can you run from what’s inside you?” Younger Sam’s eyes turn yellow.
Bobby passes Dean some papers. “News - the news ain’t good,” he says. Dean takes them. “This is what Rufus called about? Key West Sea, ten species go extinct?” “Yep. Plus, Alaska - fifteen man fishing crew, all stricken blind, cause unknown. New York, teacher goes postal, locks the door, kills exactly sixty-six kids... All this in a single day?” Bobby says. “I looked them up. There’s no doubt about it. They’re all seals. Breaking. Fast.” Dean takes a deep breath. “How many are left?” “Who knows. Can’t be many,” Bobby replies. “Where the hell are your angel pals?” “You tell me,” Dean says, turning away. Bobby circles the table. “I’m just wondering...” “What?” Dean asks, looking back. “The apocalypse being nigh and all... is now really the right time to be having this little domestic drama of ours?” Bobby says. “What do you mean?” Dean asks. Bobby sighs. “I don’t like this anymore than you do, but Sam can kill demons. He’s got a shot at stopping armageddon.” Dean blinks. “So what. Sacrifice Sam’s life? His soul for the greater good? Is that what you’re saying? Times are bad, so let’s use Sam as a nuclear warhead?” Dean stares at him. Bobby sighs again. “Look, I know you hate me for suggesting it - I hate me for suggesting it. I love that boy like a son. All I’m saying is... maybe he’s here right now, instead of on the battlefield, because we love him too much,” Bobby says.
Sam sits beside the bed, breathing heavily. He turns around, looks back at the water jug sitting on the table. It seems so far away. He slowly lifts himself up, grimacing. “Poor baby,” a woman’s voice says. Sam freezes, looks up. “Mom?” Mary is standing across the room, in her nightgown. The front of it is bloody, like when she died. She smiles. “Sam. You look just awful.” Sam smiles weakly. “Let’s hear it. Go ahead.” “What doyou mean?” she asks. Sam closes his eyes. “You’re disappointed. You never thought I’d turn out this way... I’m a... piss-poor excuse for a son. Your heart is broken.” He sits down on his bed. “Am I close?” “Not at all,” Mary replies. “You’re doing the right thing, Sam! What you’re doing is brave. You’re not being crazy, you’re being practical. Sam, I am so proud of you.” Sam stares at her. “But - but... Dean!” “Your brother doesn’t understand,” Mary cuts in. She sighs, and goes to sit next to him. “I was raised a hunter. From a long line. We understand that there are gonna be hard choices. And we do what we have to to get the job done. Yes, our family is cursed. But you - you have the power to turn it into a gift.” She strokes Sam’s sweaty hair away from his face. “You can use it against them.” “For revenge?” Sam asks. “No, for justice!” Mary says softly. “I know how scared you are.” Sam blinks back tears. “What’s in me... Mom, it’s...” “Evil,” Mary finishes. “And you know it.” “What if it’s stronger than me?” Sam asks. “Look at me. What if Dean’s right?” Mary shakes her head. “Dean can never know how strong you are. Because Dean is weak.” Sam stares at her, shocked. “Look at what he’s done to you,” Mary says before he can speak. “Locking you in here? He’s terrified! He’s in over his head. You have to go on without him. You have what it takes! You have to kill Lillith.” “Even if it kills me,” Sam agrees. “Make my death mean something,” Mary whispers. “I’m counting on you, Sam. Don’t let anyone or anything get in your way. Not even Dean.” Sam nods, and Mary kisses his cheek. Then she’s gone.
Outside
Dean’s pacing, outside in Bobby’s junkyard. He looks fed up, when suddenly there’s a flutter of wings. Castiel has appeared under the light. “Well it’s about time,” Dean snaps. “I’ve been screaming myself hoarse out here for about two and a half hours now!” “What do you want,” Castiel asks coldly. “Well you could start with what the hell happened in Illinois,” Dean says. “What do you mean?” Castiel asks. “Cut the crap, you were gonna tell me something,” Dean says as Castiel walks closer. “Nothing of importance,” Castiel replies calmly. Dean stares at him. “You got ass-reamed in Heaven. But it was not of importance?” “Dean. I can’t,” Castiel interrupts. “I’m sorry.” He walks a little ways away. “Get to the reason you really called me. It’s about Sam, right?” Dean watches him. “Can he do it? Kill Lillith? Stop the apocalypse?” “Possibly, yes,” Castiel says. “But as you know, he’d have to take certain steps.” Dean nods. “Crank up the hell-blood regimen.” Castiel nods. “Consuming the amount of blood it would take to kill Lillith would change your brother forever. Most likely, he would become the next creature that you would feel compelled to kill. There’s no reason this would have to come to pass, Dean. We believe it’s you, Dean. Not your brother.” Castiel walks closer. “The only question for us is whether you’re willing to accept it. Stand up and accept your role. You are the one who will stop it.” Dean looks at him for a long moment, unsure. “If I do this - Sammy doesn’t have to?” “If it gives you comfort to see it that way,” Castiel says. Dean looks away. “You’re a dick these days.” He walks away a little ways, takes a deep breath. “Fine, I’m in.” “Do you give yourself over, wholly, to the service of God and his angels?” Castiel asks. Dean closes his eyes. “Yeah. Exactly.” “Say it,” Castiel says. Dean turns to stare at him incredulously. Castiel stares back seriously. “I give myself over wholly to serve God, and you guys,” Dean says finally, walking back over to face Castiel. “Do you swear to follow His will and His word as swiftly and obediently as you did your own father’s?” Castiel asks. Dean glares at him. “Yes, I swear. Now what?” “Now you wait, and we call on you when it’s time,” Castiel replies.
Sam is sitting against the wall, fidgeting. He looks down at his hands, and to his horror sees dark lines snaking up his arms. He gets up, gasping, and runs to the mirror. The lines are appearing on his face, too. “Guys! Help!” Sam yells.
Upstairs, Dean is leaning against the wall, listening. His jaw is tight, he looks miserable. “Now correct me if I’m wrong,” Bobby begins, “But you willingly signed up to be the angels’ bitch?” Dean gives him a look. “I’m sorry. You prefer sucker?” Bobby says. “After everything you said about them, now you trust them?” Dean walks over. “Come on, give me a little credit, Bobby! I’ve never trusted them less. I mean they come on like shady politicians from planet Vulcan!” “Well then why in the hell would you...” Bobby begins. “Because what other option do I have?” Dean yells. “It’s either trust the angels, or let Sammy trust a demon?” Bobby nods reluctantly. “I see your point.” Dean turns away. “You hear that?” “That’s a little too much nothing,” Bobby says. Both men run for the stairs.
Downstairs, they open up the little window. Sam’s on the floor, convulsing. “What if he’s faking?” Dean says. “Do you really think he would?” Bobby asks. “I think he’d do anything,” Dean replies. Just then, Sam is suddenly lifted up by an invisible force and slammed against the wall. “That ain’t faking!” Bobby says, and they unlock the door. Sam is still being thrown against the walls when they rush in. They grab him and push him down onto the bed, holding him still. Bobby pulls off his belt and pushes it into Sam’s mouth to keep him from biting off his tongue. “We’re gonna have to tie him down for his own safety,” Bobby says. Dean watches his brother sadly. “Dean?” Bobby says. “You with me?” Dean doesn’t say anything, he just stares at Sam. “Dean! Before he has another fit!” Bobby yells, this time getting Dean’s attention. “Yeah, yeah let’s just get it over with,” Dean snaps.
Sam wakes up. He’s tied to the bed. Dean is standing in front of him, watching. “We had to,” he says. “The demon blood was flinging you all over the room.” Sam sits up. “Tell me something, Sam, why did you do this to yourself?” Dean asks. Sam looks at him. “You know why.” “Right. Kill Lillith,” Dean says. “The big excuse. But why? What, revenge? Right?” “Of course,” Sam says. “Revenge for what?” Dean asks. “For sending me to Hell? Did you happen to notice I’m back? Alive and kicking. So what’s the point?” “The point,” Sam says. “How about stop the damn apocalypse?” But Dean isn’t really there. Sam’s talking to another hallucination. “My gig! Not yours,” the Dean hallucination says. “The angels said so, remember? God picked me, man. So you got any other fantastic excuses? Hmm?”
Upstairs, the real Dean is sitting on the couch, looking miserable. Bobby’s leaning on the desk. “I’m gonna ask one more time. Are we absolutely sure we’re doing the right thing?” he asks. Dean stands up. “Bobby, you saw what was happening to him down there. The demon blood is killing him!” “No, it isn’t. We are,” Bobby corrects. “What?” Dean stares at him. “I’m sorry, I can’t bite my tongue any longer,” Bobby says. “We’re killing him. Keeping him locked up down there. This cold turkey thing isn’t working. If he doesn’t get what he needs, soon, Sam’s not gonna last much longer.” Dean blinks, looks down. “No. I’m not giving him demon blood, I won’t do it.” “And if he dies?” Bobby asks. “Then at least he dies human!” Dean says loudly.
“I know why you really drink that blood, Sam,” the Dean hallucination is saying. “Just leave me alone,” Sam says. “Makes you feel strong - invincible,” Dean continues on without listening. “Big bad wolf, in a world of little pigs.” “No, you’re wrong, Dean,” Sam argues. “It’s more than that, isn’t it?” Dean interrupts. “It’s because your whole life, you’ve felt different. Am I right?” “Stop,” Sam says quietly. “Hit a little close to home, huh?” Dean says. Sam yanks on the restraints and doesn’t answer. “Not different cause you were some lonely kid, or because of your weirdo family,” Dean goes on. “Stop it,” Sam snaps. Dean leans close. “Because you’re a monster.” “Shut up!” Sam bellows. “Just - just shut the hell up!” “You were always a monster,” Dean says. “And you only feel right when you’re sucking down more poison! And more evil!”
“I would die for him in a second,” the real Dean is saying to Bobby. “But I won’t let him do this to himself. I can’t. I guess I found my line. I won’t let my brother turn into a monster.”
“Monster, Sam!” the hallucination says loudly. “You’re a monster!” “Dean, no,” Sam says. “And I tried so hard to pretend we were brothers,” Dean says. “That you weren’t one of the filthy things that we hunt. We’re not even the same species. You’re nothing to me!” “Don’t say that to me,” Sam pleads. “Don’t you say that to me.” He looks away, and when he looks back, Dean’s gone.
Later, Sam wakes up. The cuffs on his hands and feet suddenly pop open, and the door slowly opens. Sam looks over. “Hello?” Nobody answers. Sam gets up, pushes open the door farther. “Anyone here?” he calls quietly. Nothing. He hurries out of the room and walks quietly up the stairs. Once he’s gone, from behind the stairs walks Castiel. The panic room door closes again, and Castiel holds up his hand and locks it again.
Upstairs, Sam grabs his coat and walks past the living room - Dean’s asleep on the couch, and Bobby’s asleep at his desk. Sam leaves.
Outside
Castiel is leaning on the railing beside on old warehouse, looking out over the lake. There’s a flutter of wings, and he turns to see Anna watching him. “What did you do?” she asks. “You shouldn’t have come, Anna,” Castiel says. “Why would you let out Sam Winchester?” she asks. “Those were my orders,” Castiel replies. “Orders? Cas, you saw him. He’s drinking demon blood! It’s so much worse than we thought. Dean was trying to stop him!” Anna says. “You really shouldn’t have come,” Castiel says again. Two others angels appear beside her and take her arms, and a moment later there’s a bright burst of light and all of them are gone. Castiel turns away again.
Sam’s outside, getting ready to steal one of Bobby’s cars, when he hears a gun being loaded behind him. Sam stands up and turns around, Bobby is aiming a shotgun at him. “Uh uh, Sam. The only place you’re going is back inside with me.” Sam looks at him desperately. He’s a mess, dark under his eyes and white as a sheet. “No,” he says. “Dammit, boy,” Bobby says. “You won’t shoot me, Bobby,” Sam says, walking closer. “Don’t test me,” Bobby says. “You won’t do it,” Sam says, walking until the shotgun is pressed against his chest. “You can’t do it.” “We’re trying to help you, Sam!” Bobby says desperately. Sam pulls the gun higher on his chest. “Then shoot.” Bobby doesn’t move, and Sam grabs the shotgun and hits Bobby in the head with it, knocking him out. He drops the shotgun and hotwires the car, pulling out of the junkyard, leaving Bobby laying on the ground.
Dean and Bobby open the panic room door and go inside. “How the hell did he get out?” Dean wonders. “Maybe he had help,” Bobby suggests, pointing. “Room full of busted devil’s traps...” “Demons?” Dean guesses. “Ruby.” “That’d be my guess,” Bobby nods. “How’d she even touch the door?” Dean asks. “You think she’s got the mojo?” Bobby says. “I didn’t think so,” Dean answers. He crouches, looks at the holes in the devil’s trap. “I dunno, man.” “What difference does it make?” Bobby asks. “How he got gone isn’t as important as where he got gone to.” Dean stands up. “Well I’ll tell you one thing, at this point, I hope he’s with Ruby. Cause killing her’s the next big item on my to-do list.” “I thought you were on call for angel duty,” Bobby calls as Dean starts to leave. “I am on call, in my car, on my way to murder the bitch,” Dean replies. “One thing,” Bobby says, and Dean turns back. “What?” “Sam don’t wanna be found. Which means he’s gonna be damn near impossible to find,” Bobby says. “Yeah we’ll see,” Dean says.
Motel
Sam’s sitting in a fancy motel room, shaking. He paces, looking desperate. Suddenly, there’s a knock at the door. It’s Ruby. “Honeymoon suite - really, I’m flattered,” she smiles as she walks in. “Did you bust me out of that room?” Sam asks, closing the door behind her. “How could I, Sam? The whole thing’s engineered to bite me in the ass,” she says, taking off her jacket. “Then how’d I get out of there?” Sam asks. “I dunno,” she says. “I don’t wanna know. You’re out, that’s all that matters. I’m glad you’re here.” “Yeah?” Sam says. “Where the hell have you been?” “I got here as quick as I could,” Ruby snaps, turning away. “I mean the past three weeks,” Sam says loudly. “I’ve been calling you!” “I’ve been pretty deep in it, trying to dig out Lillith. Sometimes I can’t sit around and check my voicemail,” she says. Sam just watches her. “I’m sorry you’re hurting,” she says. “Really. I had no idea that Dean would do that to you.” “You and me both,” Sam says. “You didn’t book this joint just to impress me, did you?” Ruby says. “He’s gonna come after me,” Sam says, walking closer. “And he knows my habits, my aliases, everything. He knows exactly which motel I’d pick.” “Hence the room,” Ruby says, rolling her eyes. Sam nods. “Whatever it takes to shake him.” “Well it won’t be easy, I mean - he knows you more than anyone,” Ruby says. “Not as well as he thinks,” Sam replies. “You know, it’s sad,” she says. “What?” Sam asks. She shrugs. “That things have gotten this bad between you two.” She pushes his hair behind his ear. Sam grabs her and throws her onto the bed, climbing on top of her. He pulls the knife out of her boot, and cuts her arm, then puts his mouth over it and drinks. She smiles.
Bobby’s
Dean is working on the Impala, getting it ready. “Police found my car,” Bobby says, walking up. “Abandoned in an alley in Jamestown, North Dakota.” “He’s switching up. Any other car stolen in Jamestown?” Dean asks. “Two. Nineteen-ninety nine Honda Civic, blue. Nice and anonymous, like Sam likes.” “What was the other one?” Dean asks. “White ’05 Escalade with custom rims,” Bobby says. “It’s a neon sign.” “You’re right, he’d never take that,” Dean agrees. “Which is exactly what he did.” “You think?” Bobby looks incredulous. Dean nods. “I know that kid. Alright, I’ll head in that direction. You stay here, ride the police databases. We gotta find him quick.” He closes the Impala’s hood. Bobby nods.
Motel
Sam and Ruby are laying in bed. “Your appetite’s gotten much bigger,” Ruby says.
Sam gives her a look and sits up. “What’s that supposed to mean?” “Sam, relax, it’s okay,” she smiles. “It’s good. It just means you’re getting stronger, that’s all. It means you’re strong enough to kill Lillith. And just in time, too, because the final seals are breaking.” “How many are left?” Sam asks. “Three, two,” she says. “What?” Sam gapes at her. “Where are the angels?” “Screwing the pooch, wherever they are,” Ruby snaps. “The point is, it’s looking more and more like we’re getting down to the final seal. And I found out something big. Seal sixty-six? It can’t be broken by just any demon. Apparently only Lucifer’s first can do it.” “Lucifer’s first?” Sam repeats. “Demon Sunday School story? God prefers humans to angels. Lucifer gets jealous, and then he gets creative. And he twists a human soul into the very first demon. As a ‘screw you’ to God. It’s what got him locked up in the first place,” Ruby explains. “That was Lillith?” Sam asks. “She’s way older than she looks,” Ruby says. “Wait - so if Lillith is the only one who can break the final seal, if I get to her in time...” Sam begins. “Then Lucifer never busts out of his cage - exactly,” Ruby smiles. “Great. You figure out where she is?” Sam asks. “That bitch can hide,” Ruby says, rolling her eyes. “But, I finally have a lead on somebody who might be able to help us. I closed in on a member of Lillith’s entourage. You might call her a... personal chef.” “Chef, seriously?” Sam says. “What does she eat?” “You don’t wanna know,” Ruby says, making a face.
Hospital
Two nurses are walking down the hall, the blond nurse says “Did you hear about that horrible thing at St. Paul’s?” “No,” the dark haired one says. “One of the neo-natal nurses walked right off the unit with two babies,” the blond says. “You are kidding me,” the brunette says. “I swear to God,” the blond says. “Worked there seventeen years, and one day, out of the blue, she just does it.” They walk into the baby’s part of the hospital. They stop at the window and look in at all the babies. “That’s just horrifying!” says the brunette. “Now she’s saying that she doesn’t even remember what happened,” the blond says. “Thinks she was possessed.” The brunette laughs. “Nuts.” “I know,” the other says. “Who could ever lay a finger on them?” “I know,” the brunette says, smiling. “They’re just delicious.” Her eyes turn black.
Motel
Sam buttons up his shirt and turns away from the mirror. “So, our demon gourmet nurse. You sure?” Ruby’s sitting on the couch. “She’ll be there. Graveyard shift’s tomorrow night. In the meantime, if you’re gonna be strong enough to kill Lillith, you’re going to need more than I can give you now.” Sam sighs. “Sam? Come on,” Ruby says. “It’s okay.” “I know I need more, I get it, I know it’s okay, but...” Sam walks closer and takes the knife from her. “Just... I wish he’d trusted me, you know?” “Sorry,” Ruby says. “I just hope - you know, when all this is over - I hope we can fix things,” Sam says.
On the road
Dean’s on the phone with Bobby as he drives. “Cops found the Escalade in a ditch outside Elk River,” Bobby says. “How far away am I?” Dean asks. “Couple of hours,” Bobby says. “I pulled up a weather map, made some calls - there’s a town not far from there, Cold Spring. Lighting up with demon signs.” “That’s a good place to look,” Dean comments. “Hey listen,” Bobby says. “Us finding Sam? That’s gotta be about getting him back. Not pushing him away.” “Right,” Dean says stiffly. “I know you’re mad, Dean. I understand, you’ve got a right to be. But - I’m just saying. Be good to him anyway. You’ve gotta get through to him,” Bobby says. Dean hangs up without replying.
Motel
Sam comes out of the motel room and rounds the corner just as Dean comes around the other side - they miss each other by a split second. Dean goes to the door.
Inside, Ruby is packing her bag. She hears the door open and turns - Dean is right behind her and swipes at her with the knife, cutting her arm. He tries to stab her, but she holds him back. He throws her against the wall, but she still manages to keep the knife away from her. A second later, Sam grabs Dean and shoves him away, taking the knife. Dean falls against the bed. “Let her go!” Sam yells. “Just take it easy.” Dean stands up slowly. “Wow, that must’ve been some party you two had going,” Dean says coldly, “Considering how hard you tried to keep me from crashing it.” “Dean, I’m glad you’re here,” Sam says. “Look - let’s just talk about this.” “As soon as she’s dead we can talk all you want,” Dean replies angrily. “Ruby, get out of here,” Sam says. “No, she’s not going anywhere,” Dean growls, moving forward, but Sam stops him. Ruby runs out the door.
“She’s poison, Sam!” Dean snaps. “It’s not what you think, Dean,” Sam begins. “Look what she did to you!” Dean yells. “I mean, she up and vanishes weeks at a time, leaves you cracking out for another hit?” “She was looking for Lillith!” Sam yells, just as loudly. “That is French for manipulating your ass ten ways from Sunday!” Dean says. “You’re wrong, Dean!” Sam says. Dean shakes his head. “Sammy, you’re lying to yourself! I just want you to be okay. You would do the same for me, you know you would.” “Just listen,” Sam says, tossing the knife away onto the bed. “Just listen, for a second. We got a lead on a demon close to Lillith. Come with us, Dean. We’ll do this together.” Dean looks at him sadly. “That sounds great. As long as it’s you and me. Demon bitch is a deal breaker. You kiss her good bye, we can go right now.” Sam shakes his head. “I can’t.” Dean nods, turning away. “Dean, I need her! To help me kill Lillith! I know you can’t wrap your head around it, but maybe, one day - you’ll understand. I’m the only one who can do this, Dean.” Dean turns around to face him, staring. “No, you’re not the one who’s gonna do this.” “Right, that’s right, I forgot. The angels think it’s you,” Sam says sarcastically. Dean stares at him. “You don’t think I can?” “No. You can’t,” Sam says calmly. “You’re not strong enough.” “And who the hell are you?” Dean says, glaring at him. “I’m being practical here,” Sam says. “I’m doing what needs to be done!” “Yeah? You’re not gonna do a single damn thing,” Dean begins. “Stop bossing me around, Dean!” Sam yells. “Look - my whole life, you take the wheel, you call the shots. And I trust you, because you are my brother! Now, I am asking you. For once - trust me!” Dean watches him for a second. “No. You don’t know what you’re doing, Sam.” “Yes I do!” Sam yells. “Then that’s worse!” Dean cries. “Why? Look, I’m telling you...” Sam starts. “Because it’s not something that you’re doing, it’s what you are!” Dean yells. “It means...” He stops. “What?” Sam asks. His eyes start to fill up with tears. “No. Say it.” “It means you’re a monster,” Dean says quietly. A tear runs down his cheek. Sam nods, then hits Dean so hard in the face he’s knocked to the floor. Dean is still for a moment, then stands up, looking at Sam. Sam glares back at him, and then Dean punches Sam.
He hits him again, this time in the stomach, knocking him backward into the bathroom. But Sam gets the upper hand quickly, punching Dean twice - Dean hits his head on the mirror, shattering it. He turns and swings at Sam, but Sam ducks, grabs his arm, and throws him through the wall. Dean coughs, too hurt to move. Then Sam kneels and wraps his hands around Dean’s throat, choking him. Dean tries to stop him, but he can’t. His eyes are starting to close when Sam lets go, standing up. Dean coughs painfully, unable to get up. “You don’t know me,” Sam says coldly. “You never did, and you never will.” Dean struggles for breath, but when Sam turns to go, he finds his voice. “You walk out that door, don’t you ever come back.” Sam glares at him one more time, then walks out the door, leaving Dean on the floor.
