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04x14 - s*x and Violence
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4.14 s*x and Violence

Air Date: 5 Feb 2009



Outside the window a man exits his car. He enters the kitchen.

Man: Hey...What?

Woman: Ted's kinda cracking the whip, isn't he?

Man: You think I like coming home late? I'm working my ass off.

Woman: (picking up plate of meat) OK. Sorry.

Man: (moving to kiss her temple) No, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Long day.

Woman: (moving about the room) Oh hey, I ran into Jill Martin today. Gary's turning 40 on Saturday.

Man: Yeah?

Woman: She invited us to the party.

Man: What'd you tell her?

Woman: That we'd go.

Man: (slamming fridge door) You're kidding!

Woman: What? You like Gary!

Man: Yeah. That doesn't mean that I want to waste my Saturday night with him.

Woman: I thought you'd want to go.

Man: (angrily) I don't believe you!

Woman: It's fine. I'll call Jill and tell her we can't make it.

Woman: (leaning to turn on lamp) What's with you tonight? It's like you wanna have a fight or something.

She turns from the lamp as he lifts the meat cleaver over his head. He strikes her repeatedly. We see blood splattering over their wedding picture.

END Teaser




Camera pans up a man's body under a blanket in bed. Dean is sleeping.

Sam (off camera)


A truck horn sounds. Dean wakes. He turns to see Sam is not in his bed.

Sam (off camera)

Yeah, that's what I'm telling you. No storms, no bad crops, nothing.

Dean leans up on an elbow and watches Sam talk on the phone in the bathroom.

Sam: Yeah, okay. We'll keep looking. You keep looking too, OK?

Sam: All right. Talk soon.

Sam hangs up. Dean quickly lies down, pretending to sleep.

Sam enters main room, watching Dean. He pokes him with his bathroom bag.


Hey. Up and at 'em, kiddo.


(rubbing eyes) You're up early. What are you doing?

Sam: Nothing. I was in the can.

Dean: Yeah?

Sam: Yeah. You want me to draw you a picture?

Dean: Nah, I'll pass.

Sam: Found a job. Bedford, Iowa. Guy beat his wife's brains out with a meat tenderizer.

Dean: Yikes.

Sam: And get this. Third local inside two months to gank his wife. No priors on any of 'em, all happily married.

Dean: Ahh. Sounds like Ozzie and Harriet.

Sam: (smirking) More like The Shining.

Dean: All right, well I guess we'd better have a look.



Man: Why does the PD keep sending you guys? I already said I don't want a Lawyer.

Dean: They're lining up the firing squad.

Man: I'm pleading guilty.

Dean: All right, look, you don't want us to represent you, that's fine. In fact it's probably not a bad idea, between you and me. We just wanna understand what happened, that's all.

Sam: Mr Benson. Please.


What happened was, I killed my wife. You wanna know why? Because she made plans without asking me.

Sam: Now when it happened, how did you feel? Disoriented, out of control?

Dean: Like something possessed you to do it?


I knew exactly what I was doing. I was crystal clear.

Dean: The why'd you do it?


I don't know. I loved her. We were happy.

Dean places some papers on the table and taps them.

Dean: Nine G's. That's a hefty bill.


Where did you get that?

Dean: Doesn't matter. We have it. See, certain charges, ones you don't want the missus to know...they show up under shady names like 'M & C Entertainment'.


I don't know what you're talking about.

Dean: Like dropping plastic at a nudie bar for instance.

Sam: We just wanna know the truth, Mr Benson.


Her name was Jasmine.

Sam: She was a stripper?

Dean: Dude, her name was Jasmine.


I didn't mean for it to happen, I don't like to go to strip bars. My buddy was having a bachelor party, and there she was.

Sam: Jasmine.


She came right up to me. And...I dunno, she was just...perfect. Everything that I wanted.

Dean: Well you pay enough and anybody will be anything.


It wasn't about the money. It wasn't even about the s*x. It was...I dunno. I...I don't know what it was. It's hard to explain.

Sam: And your wife found out?


No, she never had a clue.

Sam: Then why'd you kill her?


For Jasmine. She said we would be together forever. If...if only Vicki was...

Dean: (Under his breath) Muertos.


Afterwards, me and Jasmine were supposed to meet and she never showed. I don't know where she lives, I don't know her last name, I don't even know her real first name! I'm an idiot.

Sam: And you didn't think to tell this to the cops?


What for? The stripper didn't do it, I did it. And I know what I deserve. The judge doesn't give me the death sentence, I'll just do it myself.



A woman sits behind a desk. She tips some tablets from a bottle into her hand. The name on the office door reads Dr. Cara Roberts.

Sam: (enters office as CARA swallows the tablets and rubs her temples) Rough night?


Fun night. Rough morning.

Sam sniggers.


Can I help you?

Sam: Ahhh...yes. Um, I'm Special Agent Stiles, FBI. You Doctor Cara Roberts?


Far as I know.

Sam: You do some work with the Sheriff's department?


Yeah, when I'm not slogging it through the ER. It's a small town. We multi-task.

Sam: Well, I have some questions about a case. About several cases actually. Do you mind if I sit?

CARA motions Sam to a chair.

Sam: Great. Adam Benson, Jim Wylie, and Steve Snyder.


Oh yeah, the men who killed their wives?

Sam: You handled their work-ups, right?


Autopsies for the wives and tox screens for the perps. Two-for-one special.

Sam: You find anything?


Not really. I mean, c.o.d. on the women was pretty clear. There was nothing unusual in their systems.

Sam: What about the husbands?


Can I...see your badge again?

CARA looks closely at Sam's badge, and at Sam.


There was one thing, um, an anomaly in the blood work. And I remember thinking how strange it was that it showed up in all three of the men.

Sam: That what showed up?


Oxytocin. And their levels were crazy high.

Sam: Ahh. Oxytocin?


Mm-hmm, it's a hormone that's produced during childbirth, lactation and s*x.

Sam: OK.


People call it the love hormone. Um, you know how it feels when you first fall in love. The whole weak in the knees, tattoo you on my chest thing? That's oxytocin. Of course it eventually fades and then you're stuck with every relationship ever. That and the painful regime of tattoo removal.

Sam and CARA smile at each other.

Dean enters.

Dean: What'd I miss?

Sam: (To CARA) Ahh, this is my partner, Agent Murdoch.


(holding out his hand) Please, "Agent" sounds so formal. You can call me Dean.


(shaking his hand briskly) I'm Doctor Roberts.


(Turns back to Sam) So, um, can I help you with anything else?

Sam: Uhh, sure, just one more thing. This chemical, this...



Sam: Oxytocin. What would cause those high levels that you found?


Nothing that I've ever seen.

Sam: OK. That's it. Thanks Doc.

Sam and CARA exchange smiles again. The boys move to the door. Dean moves through, Sam hesitates then turns back.

Sam: By the way...try a greasy breakfast. Best thing for a hangover.


(Smiling) Watch it buddy, I'm the only M.D. here.

Outside CARA's office Dean and Sam walk away.

Dean: Dude, you totally C-blocked me.


Dean and Sam are leaving the hospital.


So Whylie and Snyder totally fessed up, huh?

Dean: One emptied his IRA, the other, his kids' college fund, all on the Same day.

Sam: Live nude girls?

Dean: A club called 'The Honey Wagon'.

Sam: These guys have affairs too, with a stripper also known as Jasmine?

Dean: Yes and no. This is where it gets interesting. Each guy hooked up with a different chick.

Sam: So, what? These girls all connected somehow?

Dean: Well, they all described their stripper in the Same way, the exact Same way. Perfect, and everything that they wanted.

Sam: Yeah, at least until dream Barbie convinced them to murder their wives.

Dean: There's that.

Sam: You know, it's almost like they were under some kinda love spell.

Dean: Sure seems that way.

Sam: Which caused them to become totally psychotic.

Dean: Absolutely.

Sam: You seem pretty cheery.

Dean: Strippers, Sammy. Strippers. We're on an actual case involving strippers. Finally.



Dean shows his badges to security and enters the club.



'Thunder Kiss '65' by White Zombie is playing.


(To the manager) I'm looking for three girls. Jasmine, Aurora and Ariel.

Manager: You seriously think those names mean anything to me?

Dean: One's a redhead about 5'9". The other one's Asian, about...

Manager: You have any idea how many girls I deal with? Fake names, fake hair, fake...

Dean: You gotta have some sort of paperwork. Cheque stubs. Some way to keep track of the strippers.

Manager: Please, exotic dancers. Independent contractors working for cash. I stay out of their hair, they stay out of what little I have left.

Dean: Three of your customers murdered their wives. You don't think that that's weird?

Manager: Yeah. I think that's super-friggin' weird. But you know what it ain't? My problem.

The manager leaves. Dean sees Sam and walks over to him.

Sam: Any luck?

Dean: No. You?

Sam: A little. I just talked to Bobby, we officially have a theory.

Dean: What's that?

Sam: Siren.

Dean: Like Greek myth siren, the Odessy? (Sam gives Dean a surprised look)...Hey, I read!

Sam: Yeah, actually. But the siren's not actually a myth, it's more of a beautiful creature that preys on men, enticing them with their siren song.

Dean: Let me guess, 'Welcome to the Jungle?' No, no. Warrant's 'Cherry Pie.'

Sam: Their song is more of a metaphor, their call, their allure, you know?

Dean: So they shake their thing and the guys zombie out.

Sam: Basically, yeah. Sirens lived on islands, sailors would chase 'em, completely ignoring the rocky shores...and dash themselves to pieces.

Dean: Sounds like Adam and his buddies.

Sam: Yeah. If you were a siren in '09 looking to ruin a bunch of morons, where would you set up shop?

Dean: So whatever floats the guy's boat, that's what they look like?

Sam: Yeah. You see, sirens can read minds. They see what you want most and then they can kinda, like, cloak themselves. You know, like an illusion.

Dean: So it could all be the Same chick? Morphing into, uh, to different dream girls?

Sam: Yeah, actually. Probably. Sirens are usually pretty solitary.

Dean: How do we kill it?

Sam: Bobby's working on it. Even if we figure that out...

Dean: How the hell are we gunna find it? It could be anybody.


Camera pans to a young man sitting in a booth. A stripper approaches.


Hey, Belle.


(taking his hand and leading him out of the bar) I thought you'd never come.



Lenny looks in on someone sleeping, then closes the door.


(To Belle) It's OK, she's asleep.


Lenny, you're amazing. Taking care of her like this? Most guys would have put her in a nursing home.


It's no big deal. She's my mom.


Like I said. Amazing.

They have s*x on the couch. The camera shows BELLE's reflection in the mirror as a haggard monster.



Baby. I love you so much. The way you take care of me and your mom. You're so sweet. And strong. I just wish you didn't have to carry it all. I mean, your mom takes up all your time. As long as she's around we can't really be happy.


She's not so bad.


I could be with you, forever. If only your mom wasn't here. Don't you wanna be with me forever?


Yeah. Yeah, you know I do.


Then bash your mother's brains in. Baby, do it for me. Do it, baby.


Yeah. OK. If you say so.


I love you.

Lenny takes a poker from the fireplace and walks to his mother's room. Striking sounds and cries are heard.




Dean is alone. He stares at, then picks up, Sam's phone and scrolls to an unknown number. He rings it.

Ruby: (on phone) Hey, Sam...Sam?... You there...?

Dean quickly hangs up, looking upset.

Sam enters.

Sam: Lenny Bristol was definitely another siren vic.

Dean: You get in to see him?

Sam: Yep. He bought home a stripper named Belle. Coupla hours later he offed his mother. Belle, of course, went MIA.

Dean: Wait, he killed his mom?

Sam: The woman he was closest too.

Sam's phone rings.


Yeah, you, uh, forgot your cell phone.

Dean tosses Sam his phone.

Sam: (giving Dean a worried look) Hey Bobby.

Bobby: Sam. You find her yet?

Sam: Ahhh, no. And, uh, it doesn't seem like she's slowing down any. You got anything?

Bobby: Well, some lore from a dusty Greek poem. Shockingly, it's a little vague.

Sam: Hold on a sec, I'll put you on speaker.

Bobby: It says you need "a bronze dagger, covered in the blood of a sailor, under the spell of the song".

Dean: What the hell does that mean?

Bobby: You got me. We're dealing with 3000 years of the telephone game here.

Sam: Best guess?

Bobby: Well, the siren's spell ain't got nothing to do with any song. It's most likely some kind of toxin or venom. Something she gets in the vic's blood.

Sam: And makes them go all Manchurian Candidate. Uh, what do you think, she infects the men during s*x?

Bobby: Maybe.

Dean: Supernatural STD.

Bobby: Well, however it happens, once it's done the siren's gotta watch her back. She gets a dose of her own medicine...

Sam: It kills her.

Bobby: Like a snake getting iced by its own venom.

Dean: So we just gotta find a way to juice one of the OJs in jail?

Bobby: Not that easy. None of those guys are under the spell anymore. Haven't got a clue where you're going to get the blood you need.

Sam: I think I might have an idea.

Bobby: Be careful. These things are tricky bitches. Wrap you up in knots before you know what hit ya.



Sam: Dr. Roberts.


Agent Stiles. Can't stay away, huh?

Sam: Actually, uh, we're here on business. About the blood Samples. The ones with the know...oxytocin?

Dean: You still have them?



Dean: Good, we need them.


What for?

Man: (approaching) Excuse me, Dr. Roberts?




(getting out his FBI badge) Excuse me, uh, we're a little busy here, buddy.

Man: (getting out his own FBI badge) Yeah, so am I, pal.

Sam: Doc, can you give us a sec, please?


(Backing away) Sure.

Sam: Thanks.

Dean: What's your name?


Nick Munroe. What's yours?

Sam: I'm Special Agent Sam Stiles, this is my partner Dean Murdoch. What office are you from?


Omaha, Violent Crimes Unit. My SAC sent me down here to see about the murders.

Sam: Hmm.



Dean: D.C. Our Assistant Director assigned us.


Oh, which AD?

Sam: Mike Kaiser.


What are your badge numbers?

Dean: You're kidding, right?


I'm just following protocol.

Sam: (handing MUNROE a card) Look man, whatever. Just call our AD, he'll sort things out.

MUNROE dials the number.


D.C. Bureau.


Yeah, Assistant Director Kaiser, please.


Well, that would be me. What can I do for you?


Yes, sir. Hello. It's Agent Nick Munroe. I'm calling about two of your men. Stiles and Murdoch? Uh, it seems that they've been put on my case by mistake?


(on other end of line, frying his lunch) Are you questioning my authority?


No, no, no, sir. I'm not questioning...

Bobby: You coulda fooled me. Last time I checked, son, D.C. has jurisdiction. Or am I wrong?


Ahhh, no sir.

Bobby: Well, good. Well, the next time you wanna waste my time with stupid questions, don't.

Bobby hangs up phone along a line of phones marked Fed Marshall, FBI, CIA, etc.

Bobby: Oh, those idiots.


(moving back to Dean and Sam) I'm sorry, guys.

Dean: Just don't let it happen again.


Where are you at with this?

Dean: Where are [i]you[i]at with this?


Well, I was just about to run the, uh, perps' bloodwork.

Sam: I already checked, dead end.


Oh yeah?

Sam: Yeah.


But get this. I feel like I found something that, uh, connects all the murderers.

Sam: Really?


(nodding) They were all banging strippers...from the Same club.

Dean: You don't say!


What do you say we, uh, go down there and check it out?

Dean: Well, here's the thing, Nick. See, we're kinda lone wolves...

Sam: You know what, that sounds like an excellent idea. Just... just give me a second with my partner and we'll, sec. (Sam to Dean) Come here.

Sam: Dude, you gotta stay with him.

Dean: What?

Sam: Keep him outta the way.

Dean: Why me?

Sam: 'Cause I gotta get the blood Samples.

Dean: What the hell am I supposed to do with him?

Sam: Just take him to the strip club...keep an eye out for the siren. Come on, Dean, just... just focus on the naked girls. You'll forget he's even there!

Dean: I'm not doing this for you, I'm doing it for the girls.



Dean: All right, we're taking my ride, no complaining about the tunes.


No way. You drive an Impala?

Dean: Yeah.


It's a '67, right? It's a 327 four barrel.

Dean: Yeah, actually.


It's a thing of beauty.

Dean: Thanks.


How the hell did you talk the Bureau into letting you drive your own wheels?




You want this blood because...

Sam: Uh, we'd like to run some tests.


You know, I've run every test there is. It's, um, my job. Notice the lab coat.

Sam: We know a specialist who'd like to try out a theory.


(moving to cabinet) If you say so.


(sliding out a tray of test tubes) What the hell?

Sam: What?


The blood's gone.



Music [i]Steal the World[i]by Brian Tichy. Dean and MUNROE are drinking shots at a table.

Dean: Nobody's Fault But Mine.


Zeppelin recorded it in '75. It was a cover of a Blind Willie Johnson tune.

Dean: Nice.


You Shook Me.

Dean: '69, debut album, written by Willie Dixon.



Dean: And what?


Written by Willie Dixon and J.B. Lenoir.

Dean: Dude. Dude! You know, for a fed, you're not a total dick.


Aren't we both feds?

Dean: Yeah, I know, I know, not a lot of feds are as cool as us, huh?


So what the hell with this case, man? How does a girl talk four different Johns into murder?

Dean: It's a crazy world.


I guess. Hey, can I level with you?

Dean: Mmm.


I found something kinda weird.

Dean: Well. You have bought your weird to the right spot. Lay it on me.


I went to the crime scene this morning. Saw them bagging this up. (Hands Dean some purple petals in a plastic bag). So I went back, uh, through all the files. It turns out a flower just like that was found at every crime scene.

Dean: Like it was left on purpose?


You know, sometimes a serial killer will leave an object behind, like a calling card. But with this case? Tell you the truth, I got no idea what's going on.

Dean: I think I might. I've seen a flower like this before.




We've watched them twice. Whoever took the blood...

Sam: Must have tampered with the tapes. Who has access to your office?


Everybody. I don't lock it.

Sam: You what?


I've never had this problem before. What is so important about the blood anyway?

Sam: I think someone drugged the men, made them commit murder.


What? What kind of drug?

Sam: Ahh, I'm not sure yet.


I don't know. I mean, I interviewed those guys and they had their reasons.

Sam: Yeah but they all loved their victims.


I'm sure they did. Come on. Haven't you ever been in a relationship where you really love somebody and still kinda wanted to bash their head in?

Sam: Sounds like you're speaking from experience.



Sam: Look, I'm sorry, I don't mean to pry.


It's OK. I was the one who bought it up.

CARA opens a bottle of whiskey and pours two glasses.

Sam: (Looking at the whiskey) Really?


It's medicine. I'm a Doctor.


His name was Karl. We were married.

They clink glasses.

Sam: So what happened?


Life happened. I don't know. I mean I loved him. Still do I guess but...I don't know. It's like one day I looked up and I was living with a stranger know what I mean, right?

Sam: I guess. Or, I don't know, maybe.


People change. I know I did. But it's nothing to feel guilty about. It happens.

Sam: So you two split up?


I suppose that's a word for it.

Sam's phone rings. He looks at the number.


Do you need to get that?

Sam: Nope. Not right now.

CARA pours them both another drink.


Whatever. We've all got our own sad stories, so... screw it. Have fun, no regrets and live life like there's no tomorrow.

They clink glasses again.


(Moving closer) For instance, I have been thinking about you, all night. Well, parts of you.

Sam: Just parts?


Mmm-hmmm. Like your lips. They're very distracting. It's a problem. And I can't stop thinking about kissing them.

Sam: That so?


So...what the hell, huh?

They have s*x against the window, next to a bunch of the Same flowers MUNROE had given Dean earlier.




Sam walks down the hall and enters their room. It is empty. He gets out his phone.


(Driving) Sam! Where the hell have you been?

Sam: With Cara.

Dean: Oh, it's Cara now? And you're not picking up your phone?

Sam: We were trying to find the blood Samples – someone stole 'em.

Dean: Yeah, I bet!

Sam: What's that supposed to mean?

Dean: Nick found flower petals at the crime scenes. Hyacinths.

Sam: So?

Dean: Hyacinths? Mediterranean. From the island where the whole friggin' siren myth started in the first place.

Sam: OK.

Dean: Sam, Cara had hyacinth flowers!

Sam: You think Cara's the siren?

Dean: Well, I did a little checking up on her. She's only been in town for two months.

Sam: Yeah. And?

Dean: And she has an ex-husband. A dead ex-husband, Carl Roberts. Dropped like a stone, no warning. Supposedly a heart attack.

Sam: Well, maybe it was a heart attack.

Dean: You're kidding me.

Sam: Look, I just don't think it's her.

Dean: And what makes you so sure?

Sam: I dunno, a hunch.

Dean: A hunch? I'm giving you cold hard facts here and you're giving me a hunch?

A few seconds of loaded silence.

Dean: Did you sleep with her?

Sam: No.

Dean: Holy crap. You did. Middle of Basic Instinct and you bang Sharon Stone? Sam, you could be under her spell right now!

Sam: Dude, I'm not under her spell.

Dean: Unbelievable, man. I just don't get it.

Sam: What?

Dean: Nothing.

Sam: No. Say it.

Dean: No, It's just...first it's Madison, and then Ruby, and now Cara. It's like... what is with you and banging monsters?

Sam: Dean, I'm telling you, it's not Cara. I feel fine.

Dean: I'll bet you do.

Sam: You don't trust me?

Dean: No. Because this could be the siren talking.

Sam: Look, tell me where you are, I'll come meet you and we'll figure things out.

Dean: No.

Sam: Are you serious?

Dean: I wish I weren't. I gotta handle this, Sam. By myself.

They hang up. Sam throws his phone across the room.



(in Impala on phone) Sam's in trouble, Bobby. I think the siren's worked her mojo on him. Give me a call as soon as you get this.

Dean hangs up and immediately makes another call.


Hey man, what's up?

Dean: I need your help.


Uh, sure. With what?

Dean: Canvassing. We gotta find somebody.


MUNROE sits in his car outside a bar. He watches Cara get out of a taxi and walk inside.

Dean slides into MUNROE's passenger seat.


She went in just a second ago.

Dean: Nice work.


Should we follow her in?

Dean: No, no, no, I don't wanna tip her off. Let's just wait and see who she comes out with.


So you think... what? She's drugging these guys?

Dean: Pretty much.



Dean: I know how it sounds.


You sure about that? 'Cause it sounds like crazy on toast. All these different strippers, they're magically the Same girl? But then they're not strippers at all, it's Dr Quinn.

Dean: It's kinda hard to explain, but I have my reasons and they're good ones, so you're just gunna have to trust me on 'em.


Yeah. OK. I guess.

Dean: (Surprised) Thank you. That's actually nice to hear.

Dean takes a swig from his hip flask and offers it to MUNROE. MUNROE drinks and hands it back. Dean takes another swig.


So let's say she is drugging her vics. How's she pulling that off?

Dean: She could be injecting them, you know, or passing the toxin through, uh, physical contact.


Or it could be her saliva...You really should have wiped the lip of that thing before you drank from it, Dean. (A look of realization crosses Dean's face). I should be your little brother. Sam. You can't trust him. Not like you can trust me. (MUNROE's reflection in the rear vision mirror is that of a monster.) In fact, I really feel like you should get him outtta the way, so we can be brothers. Forever.

Dean: Yeah. Yeah, you're right.




Sam enters. MUNROE is sitting on the bed.

Sam: Nick. What are you doing here?

Dean jumps Sam and holds a knife to his throat.

Sam: Dean?

Sam: (to MUNROE) I gotta tell ya, you're one butt ugly stripper.


Well, maybe. But I got exactly what I wanted. I got Dean.

Sam: Dean, come on man, this isn't you. You can fight this. Let me go.


(To Dean) Why don't you cut him? Just a little, on his neck right there.

Dean slices Sam's neck.


Dean's all mine.

Sam: You poisoned him.


No. I gave him what he needed. And it wasn't some bitch in a G-string. It was you. A little brother that looked up to him, that he could trust. And now he loves me. He'd do anything for me. And I gotta tell you, Sam, that kind of devotion? I mean, watching someone kill for you? It's the best feeling in the world.

Sam: Is that why you're slutting all over town?


Ahh. I get bored, like we all do. And I wanna fall in love again. And again...and again.

Sam: I'll tell you what. I have fought some nasty sons of bitches, but you are one needy pathetic loser.


You won't feel that way in a minute.

MUNROE grabs Sam's cheeks and squirts toxin from his mouth onto Sam's lips and chin.


So I know you two have a lot you wanna get off your chests. So why don't you discuss it? And whoever survives can be with me forever.

Sam and Dean turn to face each other.

Dean: Well, I don't know when it happened. Maybe when I was in hell. Maybe when I was staring right at you. But the Sam I knew, he's gone.

Sam: That so?

Dean: And it's not the demon blood or the psychic crap. It's the little stuff. The lies. The secrets.

Sam: Oh, yeah? What secrets?

Dean: The phone calls to Ruby for one.

Sam: So I need your say-so to make a phone call?

Dean: That's the point. You're hiding things from me. What else aren't you telling me?

Sam: None of your business.

Dean: See what I mean? We used to be in this together. We used to have each other's backs.

Sam: OK, fine. You know why I didn't tell you about Ruby, and how we're hunting down Lilith? Because you're too weak to go after her, Dean. You're holding me back. I'm a better hunter than you are. Stronger, smarter. I can take out demons you're too scared to go near.

Dean: That's crap.

Sam: You're too busy sitting around feeling sorry for yourself. Whining about all the souls you tortured in hell. Boo hoo.

Dean and Sam start fighting, trading many punches.

Sam: You're not standing in my way anymore.

Dean runs at Sam. They crash through the door onto the hallway floor. Dean gets up while Sam lies on the ground. Dean breaks the emergency glass and gets an axe, then stands staring down at Sam.


Do it. Do it for me, Dean.

Dean: (to Sam) Tell me again how weak I am, Sam, huh? How I hold you back?

Dean swings the axe over his head as Sam covers his face with his arm.

At the top of the swing the axe is grabbed as Bobby steps in. He jabs Dean in the shoulder with a bronze knife, making him cry out.

MUNROE begins to run down the hall. Bobby raises the knife.

Sam: No. NO!

Bobby flings the knife. It hits MUNROE square in the back. As he falls, dead, his siren reflection is shown in a mirror.



EXT. Leaning against cars. Bobby hands drinks around.

Sam: Thanks.

Dean: Soda?

Bobby: You boys are driving, aren't ya?

Sam: Thanks, Bobby. You know, if you hadn't shown up when you did...

Bobby: Done the Same for me, more than once. Course, you coulda picked up the phone. Only took one call to figure out that Agent Nick Munroe wasn't real.

Awkward silence.

Bobby: You boys gunna be OK?

Sam: Yeah, fine.

Dean: Yeah, good.

Bobby tips his hat and heads back over to his car.

Bobby: See ya. (He pauses and turns back to Sam and Dean.) You know, those sirens are nasty things. That it got to you, that's no reason to feel bad.

Bobby gets in his car and drives away. The boys sip their drinks.

Dean: You gunna say goodbye to Cara?

Sam: Nah, not interested.

Dean: Really? Why not?

Sam: What's the point?

Dean: Well, look at you. Love 'em and leave 'em.

Sam: Dean, look, you know I didn't mean the things I said back there, right? That it was just the siren's spell talking?

Dean: Of course, me too.

More silence.

Sam: 'Kay. So... so we're good?

Dean: Yeah, we're good.

They enter the car.


Transcribed by tmateotb

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