04x15 - Death Takes a Holiday

4.15 Death Takes a Holiday

Air Date: 12 Mar 2009


Bobby: Sam, Dean, Pamela Barnes. Best damn psychic in the state.


Don't you recognize me? But we were so close.

Dean: Alastair.

ALASTAIR punches Dean.

Lilith is trying to break the sixty-six seals.

Anna: Lucifer-

will bring the apocalypse.

Dean: Well, I don't know when it happened, but the Sam I knew-

He's gone. The lies.

Dean: The secrets.

Dean: What else aren't you telling me?

Sam: You're holding me back.

I'm a better hunter-stronger-


I can take on demons you're too scared to-

Sam: -go near.

Dean knocks Sam through the door.

Sam: 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.

Sam: So, we're good?

Dean: Yeah, we're good.

Sam nods.



Two MEN, JIM JENKINS and PETE HENSLEY, leave the bar, talking.


Okay, okay, now, come on, you tell me-now why kick that field goal?


Because it's called football.


No, it's called fantasy football, and those three points screwed me.


Seriously, Jim, you need to get a life.

JIM and PETE round the corner and are met by a Young Man.

Young Man

Hey, guys, got any change?


Sorry, pal.

The Young Man pulls out a gun and points it at JIM and PETE.

Young Man

How about your wallets?

A BAR EMPLOYEE at the Dumpster takes notice.


No problem.


Take it easy, all right?

Young Man

Just give me the wallets!


Hold on, man.

The Young Man fires, hitting JIM in the heart. JIM falls.



The Young Man runs. PETE drops to his knees next to JIM.


Jim! Jim!

PETE looks up at the EMPLOYEE.


Call 911! Now!

The EMPLOYEE runs.

PETE does chest compressions, then breathes into JIM's mouth.


Come on.

PETE does more chest compressions, then goes to repeat the breaths. JIM inhales on his own.




Don't move. Don't move, man.

PETE helps JIM sit up.


I feel okay.

JIM pulls open his shirt far enough to reveal the bullet hole, with powder marks but no blood.


You're not even bleeding.

JIM looks up.


Give me a hand.

PETE helps JIM stand.


How you even alive right now?


I don't know.




Dean taps a button on the jukebox, then thumps the jukebox. Sam is at a table, laptop open, talking on the phone.

Sam: No, no, no, you're right, it's definitely weird. ...Okay, Bobby, thanks.

Sam puts the phone away. Dean comes over.


Dean: What's up?

Dean sits down. Sam starts typing.

Sam: Bobby found something in Wyoming.

Dean: A job?

Sam: Maybe.

Dean bites into a burger.

Sam: Small town, no one's died in the past week and a half.



Dean: That so unusual?


Sam: Well, it's how they're not dying.

Guest Starring


Sam: One guy with terminal cancer strolls right out of hospice.


Sam: Another guy gets capped by a mugger and walks away without a scratch.


Dean: Capped in the ass?

Sam's browser has two tabs open to the Greybull Gazette[i]; the top tab has an article with the headline "Shooting victim walks away unharmed" and the subheading "Man miraculously survives after direct shot to heart". The first paragraph reads "Police and medical authorities are struggling for an explanation as to why local resident James Jenkins was able to walk away from a point-blank shooting incident. After leaving Bison Bud's Bar, Mr. Jenkins and friend Pete Hensley were confronted by a mugger in a nearby alley. After a brief altercation, the mugger fired a shot from a 9mm Automatic, hitting Jenkins [directly in the heart...]"

Sam: Police say Mr. Jenkins was shot in the heart at point-blank range by a nine-millimeter.

Lindsey McKEON

Dean keeps eating, speaking with his mouth full.

Dean: And he's not a doughnut?


Sam: Locals are saying it's a miracle.

Dean: Okay.

Sam: It's got to be something nasty, right? I mean, people making deals or something.

Dean considers this.

Dean: You think?

Sam: What else would it be?

Dean: I don't know.

Sam: All right.

Sam puts his laptop in his bag.

Sam: Get that to go.




Dean looks down and doesn't move.

Sam: Come on.

Sam stands up, picking up his bag. Dean doesn't move except to chew. Sam looks at him, swinging his bag over his shoulder.

Supervising Producer


Sam: What?

Co-Executive Producer


Dean looks up and keeps chewing, then glances away and back.

Dean: Sure you want me going with you?

Sam: Why wouldn't I?

Dean: I don't want to be holding you back or nothing.

Co-Executive Producer


Sam: Dude, I've told you a hundred times, that was the siren talking, not me.

Co-Executive Producer


Sam: Can we get past this?

Executive Producer


Dean puts down the burger.

Dean: Yeah, we're past it.

Dean brushes off his hands.



The Impala is parked outside JIM's house. Birds chirp.

Greybull, Wyoming

JIM (V.O): Now, you two said you were bloggers?


Sam and Dean are sitting at JIM's dining room table. JIM sits down across from Sam. JIM's wife and daughter are visible in the next room.

Executive Producer


Sam: Yes, sir. Floored by the Lord dot com.

Dean: All of God's glory fit to blog.

Dean grins. Sam glances at him and clears his throat.

Produced by


Sam: Um. Some of the people around town are saying what happened to you was a miracle.

Created by



It was. Plain as day.

Sam: How can you be so sure?


How else do you explain it? The Doctors can't.

Written by



There's a bullet in my heart, and it's pumping like a piston.

Dean: Well, how do you explain it?

JIM hesitates. He looks over at his daughter.


Look, honestly.

Directed by



I was nobody's saint-not exactly father of the year, either.

Dean: Okay.


But when that guy shot me and I didn't bleed a drop? I just knew the Lord was giving me a second chance.

Dean: That so?


I had this feeling-like angels were watching over me.

JIM pauses. Dean nods.


I wouldn't expect you guys to understand.

Dean: Well, we'll just have to try.

Sam: You wouldn't have happened to have swung by a crossroads in the past week or so?

JIM, confused


Sam: Maybe you met someone? With black eyes? Or red?

JIM leans forward.


Who'd you guys say you were again?

Dean looks over at Sam.

Dean: Never mind. Thank you for your time.

Dean gets up. Sam follows.



Dean is sitting at a table on the laptop, reading a news article. Sam opens the door and comes in.

Sam: Hey.

Sam closes the door. Dean looks up.

Dean: Anything?

Sam comes over.

Sam: That cancer survivor? He was clinically dead, his wife pulled the plug, and now he's taking her out for their twentieth anniversary.

Dean: Any sign of a deal?

Sam: No. What about you? Found anyone dying around here?

Dean: Not since Cole Griffith.

Dean's looking at the obituaries in the Greybull Gazette[i]. He clicks on the picture of COLE GRIFFITH to enlarge it.

Dean: He dropped ten days ago. It was the last death I could find.

Sam: So, what are you thinking?

Dean: Eh, maybe it is what the people say it is.

Dean gets up. Sam goes over to the laptop, scoffing.

Sam: Miracles? Dean, our experience, when do miracles just happen?

Dean: Well, there's no deals. There's, uh, no skeevy faith healers.

Dean pours a cup of coffee.

Dean: I mean, these souls just ain't getting dragged into the light.

Sam thinks.

Sam: Maybe 'cause there's no one around to carry them.

Dean comes back over.

Dean: What do you mean?

Sam: Well, grim reapers-that's what they do, right? Schlep souls? So, if death ain't in town-

Dean: Then nobody's dying. So what? The local reaper's on strike? Playing the back nine? I don't know, Sam.

Dean drinks his coffee.

Sam: Well, then, let's talk to somebody who might.

Dean: Well, last I checked, huggy bear ain't available.

Sam: No, dude, the kid.

Dean: The kid? The kid's a doornail.

Sam: Exactly. Look, if he was the last person to die around here, then maybe he's seen something. We should talk to him.

Dean: I love how matter-of-fact you are about that. Strange lives.

Dean drinks more coffee.



Sam and Dean are at a gravestone engraved "Beloved Son Cole Griffith 1997 - 2009 Forever In Our Memories". Five candles are arranged around a pentacle drawn on a cloth spread over the grave. Sam puts a bundle of sticks in the center of the pentacle. Dean sits on another gravestone and flips through John's journal.

Dean: You sure this is gonna work?

Sam looks up.

Sam: No. But if his spirit's around, this should smoke him out.

Sam pours something into a bowl. Dean closes the journal.

Sam: What?

Dean: This job is jacked, that's what.

Sam: How so?

Dean: You want me to gank a monster or torch a corpse, hey, let's light it up, right? But this? If we fix whatever this is, people are gonna start dropping dead. Good people.

Sam stands up.

Sam: Look, I don't want them to die, either, Dean, but there's a natural order.

Dean: You're kidding, right?

Sam: What?

Dean: You don't see the irony in that? I mean, you and me, we're like the poster boys of the unnatural order. All we do[i]is ditch death.

Sam: Yeah, but the normal rules don't really apply to us, do they?

Dean stares.

Dean: We're no different than anybody else.

Sam: I'm infected with demon blood. You've been to hell.

Dean looks away.

Sam: Look, I know you want to think of yourself as Joe the Plumber, Dean, but you're not. Neither am I. The sooner you accept that, the better off you're gonna be.

Dean looks up.

Dean: Ah, Joe the Plumber was a douche.

Sam: You gonna help me finish this?

Dean stands up.

Man: Hey!

Sam and Dean look towards the voice: it's a Man carrying a flashlight.

Man: What are you doing here?

Sam: Uh-

Sam glances at Dean.

Sam: Just take it easy.

Man: What the hell is this?

Dean: Okay, this-this-this is not what it looks like.

Dean laughs.

Man: Really? 'Cause it looks like devil worship.

Dean: What? No! No, this is not devil worship. This-This is-this-this is, uh-

Dean gives up.

Dean: I don't have a good answer.

Sam: We're leaving.

Man: You're not going anywhere.

Sam frowns. The Man takes a few steps forward.

Man: Ever again. Sam.

The Man looks at Dean. His eyes go white.

Dean: Alastair.

ALASTAIR's eyes go back to human.

Dean: I thought you got deep fried, extra-crispy.


Nah. Just the pediatrician I was riding. His wife's still looking for him. It's hilarious. Anyway.

ALASTAIR looks at Sam, who is fuming.


No time to chat. Got a hot date with death.

ALASTAIR flicks his hand. Dean goes flying across the graveyard and collides with the gravestone of someone surnamed Myth, 1957 - 2001.

Sam: Dean!

ALASTAIR turns back to Sam and flicks his hand. Nothing happens. ALASTAIR tries again. Sam smirks.


You're stronger, Sam. You've been soloflexing with your little slut?

Sam: You have no idea.

Sam flicks his hand and ALASTAIR goes flying. Sam raises a hand to exorcise him. ALASTAIR flees the Man's body. Sam drops his hand, surprised. Sam watches the smoke vanish.




Dean is lying on a bed, holding an ice pack to his head. Sam opens the door and comes in.

Sam: How you doing?

Dean: I'm in pain, that's how I'm doing. I think I have a concussion.

Sam: You want some aspirin?

Dean sits up.

Dean: No thanks, House. So, demons, huh?

Sam: Yeah. So much for miracles.

Dean: And what the hell happened with Alastair again?

Sam: I told you, he tried to fling me or whatever.

Sam flicks his hand in demonstration, going over to the coffeemaker.

Sam: And it didn't work, so he bailed.

Dean: Well, how come he couldn't fling you? He Chucked you pretty good last time.

Sam turns to face Dean and pauses before answering.

Sam: Got no idea.

Sam turns back to the coffeemaker, then back to Dean when Dean starts speaking.

Dean: Sam, do me a favor. If you're gonna keep your little secrets, I can't really stop you, but just don't treat me like an idiot, okay?

Sam: What? Dean, I'm not keeping secrets.

Dean: Mm-hm. Whatever. So, did you go back and q-and-a the dead kid?

Sam comes over to the other bed, holding up a thin notebook.

Sam: Didn't have to. Bobby called. He did some digging.

Dean: And?

Sam: He thinks I'm right. Local reaper's gone. Not just gone-kidnapped.

Dean: By demons? Why?

Sam: Listen to this.

Sam reads from the notebook.

Sam: "And he bloodied death under the newborn sky-sweet to taste, but bitter when once devoured."

Dean: Swanky. What the hell's that mean?

Sam: Well, it's from a very obscure, very arcane version of Revelations.

Dean: Which means what I think it means?

Sam: Basically, you kill a reaper under the solstice moon-tomorrow night, by the way-you got yourself a broken seal.

Dean: How do you ice a reaper? You can't kill death.

Sam: I don't know. Maybe demons can. Where the hell are the angels is what I want to know. We could use their help for once.

Dean: It looks like we're gonna have to take care of this one ourselves.

Sam: What are we gonna do, just swing in and save the friendly neighborhood reaper?

Dean: You got a better idea, I'm all ears.

Sam: Dean, reapers are invisible. The only people that can see them are the dead and the dying.

Dean: Well, if ghosts are the only ones that can see them...

Sam: Yeah?

Dean: Then we become ghosts.

Dean puts the icepack back to his head, smirking.

Sam: You do have a concussion.

Dean: Sounds crazy, I know.

Sam: It is crazy.

Dean smirks more.

Sam: How?



Sam opens the door. On the other side is PAMELA, and behind her Dean. They enter.


I can't even begin to tell you how crazy you two are.

PAMELA feels the counter, then the chair.

Sam: Well, Pamela, you're a sight for sore eyes.

Sam closes the door. PAMELA turns around, lowering her sunglasses far enough to reveal white plastic eyes.


Aw, that's sweet, grumpy.

PAMELA puts her sunglasses back.


What do you say to deaf people?

Dean looks down. Sam looks uncomfortable.


Which one of you brainiacs came up with astral projection?

Dean raises a hand.

Dean: Yo.


Of course. Chachi.

Dean turns to Sam and mouths 'Chachi?' Sam shrugs.


So, let's be clear. You want to rip your souls out of your bodies and take a little stroll through the spirit world?

Dean: Mm-hm.


Do you have any idea how heavy-duty insane that is?

PAMELA folds her arms.

Dean: Maybe, but that's where the reaper is, so...


So, it's nuts.

Dean: Not if you know what you're doing.


You don't know what you're doing.

Dean: No, but you do.


Yeah, I do. And guess what? I'm sick of being hauled back into your angel-demon, Soc-Greaser crap.

Dean: Look, I'd love to be kicking back with a cold one, watching Judge Judy, too.


Nice. More blind jokes?

Dean: You know what I mean. We're talking the end of the world here, okay? No more tasseled leather pants, no more Ramones CDs, no more nothing.

Dean pauses.

Dean: We need your help.


Sam closes the curtains. Dean flicks closed a lighter and drops it on the table next to some of the several candles burning around the motel room. He brings one of the candles over to a bedside table, shielding the flame with one hand. PAMELA is sitting on a chair between the beds.


Tell me something, geniuses. Even if you do break into the veil and you find the reaper, how you gonna save it?

Sam closes the curtains on another window.

Dean: With style and class.


You're gonna be two walking pieces of fog who can't touch or move anything. You'll be defenseless, hotshot.

Sam: I seem to recall a bunch of ghosts beating the crap out of us.


Yeah, well, they had plenty of time to practice.

Dean: Well, then, I guess we got to start cramming.


Wow, couple of heroes. All right.

PAMELA pats one of the beds.


Lie down. Close your eyes.


Sam and Dean are lying on the beds, Sam diagonally.


Animum vult decipi, ergo decipiatur. Vis, vis, vis. Okay, guys. That's it. Showtime.

Dean sits up as the room goes from full color to shades of blue. He looks at PAMELA.

Dean: Well, nothing like shooting blanks. What's plan B?

PAMELA does not hear him. Dean looks at Sam, lying on the other bed, then over one shoulder at Sam, standing. Sam spreads his hands. Dean looks over his other shoulder at himself, unconscious on the bed.

Dean: Oh, I'm so feeling up Demi Moore.


All right, so, I'm assuming you're somewhere over the rainbow. Remember I have to bring you back.

PAMELA stands and goes over to Sam. Dean watches her.


I'll whisper the incantation in your ear.

She leans over Sam to do exactly that.


You have got a great ass.

Sam grins.

Dean: What'd she-

Dean looks at Sam.

Dean: What'd she say?

Sam shrugs.



Sam and Dean walk along the street, looking around. Everything is still shaded blue. A car goes past. A JOGGER goes right through Sam without noticing. Dean laughs, watching her go. Dean turns back to Sam.

Dean: That was wild.

Sam looks at him, incredulous. Dean sticks his arm into Sam's chest up to the elbow. Sam looks down at it, then up at Dean, face stony.

Dean: Am I making you uncomfortable?

Sam: Get out of me.

Dean pulls his arm back.

Dean: You're such a prude. Come on.

Dean keeps going. Sam follows.


Dean and Sam cross the street. Their breath is visible in the cold.

Dean: Oh, man, we've been spooking this town for hours. No demons, no black smoke. I say we hit Victoria's Secret and get our peep on, huh?

Sam looks up and to the right.

Sam: Hey. Three o'clock. Kid in the window.

Dean looks up. The KID is looking out an upstairs window at Sam and Dean. It's the Same face from the obituary photo earlier: COLE GRIFFITH.

Sam: Am I crazy or is he looking at us?

Dean: It's 'cause we've seen him before.

Sam: We have?

Dean: Newspaper. Cole Griffith, the last person to die in this town.

COLE flickers and vanishes. Dean and Sam look at each other.



Mrs. GRIFFITH opens the door and comes in, looking around.



She wraps her bathrobe tighter.


It's Mom. Your dad thinks I'm crazy. Are you here? A picture frame fell over. I could have sworn it was you, baby. Are you still here with me?

A soccer ball is sitting on the dresser. It starts spinning. Mrs. GRIFFITH stares. The ball flies past Mrs. GRIFFITH and bounces off the door. Mrs. GRIFFITH puts her hands to her head.


Oh, my god!

Mrs. GRIFFITH leaves the room, going through Dean and Sam. COLE is standing by the dresser; he throws more balls.

Dean: Stop! How are you doing that?


Who are you?

Sam: Relax, Cole. It's okay.


How do you know my name?

Sam: Look, this isn't gonna be easy to hear, but...you're-dead. You're a spirit. Us too.

Dean glances back at Sam.


Yeah, thanks, Haley Joel. I know I'm dead. What do you want?

Sam: We just want to talk.


About what?



Mrs. GRIFFITH pours herself a glass of vodka and takes a sip. COLE is leaning on the wall watching her. Dean and Sam are sitting at the dining room table watching him.


I was outside all morning.

COLE turns around.


They tell you to be careful when it's cold.

Dean: Cold air can cause an asthma attack?

COLE nods, shrugging.


But then I was in my room. It happened so fast. I called out for my mom, but nothing came out. Everything started spinning, and then I was just standing there, looking down at my body.

COLE leans on the table.

Sam: And that's when you saw the man?


Creepy old guy in a black suit. He wanted me to go with him, but...

COLE looks back at Mrs. GRIFFITH.


I didn't want to go.

Sam: Reaper.

Dean nods.

Sam: How'd you get rid of him?


I didn't. The black smoke did.

Dean: Black smoke?


It was everywhere. I hid in the closet, and when I came out, it was gone, and so was he.

Dean leans forward.

Dean: Do you know where the smoke went?


No. But I know where it is.

The lights start flickering. COLE jumps. Dean looks up. Mrs. GRIFFITH looks around.


They're back.

Dean: Who?

COLE vanishes. Dean and Sam look around. A blast of wind hits them in the face. Something white and human-shaped goes through the room and up the stairs.

Sam: Another reaper.

Sam and Dean get up and go to the stairs.

Dean: Hey! Hey! Wait! We need to talk to you!

Sam and Dean stare. A Woman descends the stairs: it's Tessa.

Tessa: Dean.

Sam glances at Dean, who is still confused.

Dean: Do I know you?

Tessa: We go way back.




Tessa goes into the kitchen, Dean and Sam following, and turns around.

Tessa: You don't remember me?

Dean: Honestly, if I had a nickel for every time I heard a girl say that... You're gonna have to freshen my memory.

Tessa steps forward, reaches up, and pulls Dean down into a kiss.

Tessa pulls away. Dean watches her for a moment.

Dean: Tessa.

Tessa: That's one of my names, yeah.

Sam: So, you do know her.

Dean: From the hospital after the accident.

Sam: The accident with Dad?

Dean nods.

Sam: So, this is the reaper that came after you.

Dean: Yeah.

Tessa turns to look at Sam.

Tessa: Well, this was fun.

She turns back to Dean.

Tessa: Now, if you'll excuse me-

Tessa moves to turn away and Dean stops her.

Dean: Wait, wait, wait, wait, you can't-you can't take the kid.

Tessa: Why?

Dean: Demons are in town, that's why. They've already snatched your reaper pal. The kid knows where.

Tessa: So?

Sam: So, you should shag ass. For all we know, they could try and snatch you, too.

Tessa: Except that this town is off the rails.

Mrs. GRIFFITH comes out of the dining room, picks something off a side table, puts up her hair, and leaves. Sam watches her.

Tessa: And someone has to set it straight.

Dean: Yeah, we understand that, but these are special circumstances.

Tessa: What? Your whole angel-demon dance-off? I could care less. I just want to do my job.

Sam: Right, yeah, and, look, we want to help you do your job. So, if you would just bail town-

Tessa: No.

Dean: Well, then, could you hold off until we fix this? Please.

Tessa sighs.

Tessa: All right, but just so we're clear, when I start reaping again, I'm starting with the kid.

Sam: Understood. I'll find him.

Sam turns to go upstairs.

Dean: Wait, wait, wait, wait. What-

Sam turns back.

Dean: What are you gonna say to him?

Sam: Whatever I have to.

Sam leaves. Dean and Tessa watch him go.



Sam comes into the room, looking around. He sits down next to the open closet. COLE is just visible inside.

Sam: This all must be pretty overwhelming, huh? Pretty scary, too.


The worst is my mom.

Sam: Must be hard seeing her like this.

COLE leans out of the shadow.

Sam: She's always coming in here, talking to me, telling me how sad she is. I knock some stuff over to let her know I'm here, but...she only gets sadder.

Sam laughs a little.

Sam: Well, you might want to ease up on the flying soccer balls.


I'm not telling you where the smoke is.

Sam thinks.

Sam: Hey. What if I told you that if you helped me, you wouldn't have to leave here? Ever?


What about the one downstairs?

Sam: Tessa? Oh, she wouldn't bother you. No reaper would. You could just stay here with your family for as long as you wanted.


You can do that?

Sam: Yeah, you bet I can do that.


You swear?

Sam hesitates.

Sam: I swear.



Tessa: I'll tell you, life is funny.

Dean: What do you mean?

Tessa: You and me, together again.

Dean: Are you-are you making a move on me?

Tessa shakes her head.

Tessa: You're the one that got away, Dean. You'd be surprised how little that happens to me.

Dean: Can I tell you something between you and me?

Tessa: Who am I gonna tell?

Dean nods.

Dean: After our little, uh, experience...for that whole year, I felt like I had this...hole in my gut...like I was missing something. I didn't know what. Do you know what it was?

Tessa listens.

Dean: It was you. The pain of losing my father and Sammy. I just...I wish I had gone with you for good. But I guess things are different now.

Tessa: What? The angels on your shoulder?

Dean: So, you know about that, huh? Well, hey, don't get me wrong. I mean, most the ones I've met are dicks with wings. But still... You know, I've done things. Horrible things. And someone upstairs still decided to give me a second chance. It just makes me feel...I don't know.

Tessa: Uh-huh.

Sam clears his throat. He has just come downstairs, COLE behind him.

Sam: Hey, guys.

Tessa: Hey, Cole. I'm Tessa. I'm not going to hurt you.

Sam: It's okay, Cole. Just tell them what you told me.


I saw the black smoke at my funeral.

Sam glances back at Dean.

Dean: At the cemetery?


At the funeral home. It was everywhere.

The lights flicker. Everyone looks around. Dean looks at Tessa.

Dean: You doing that?

Tessa: No.

The front door opens. Black smoke pours through, filling the house. Everyone ducks as it pours over them. When it is gone, everyone looks around: Tessa is gone.

Dean: Tessa!

Sam looks at COLE.

Sam: Cole, you okay?

Dean: Well, how the hell are we supposed to fight that?

Sam: I don't know. Learn some ghost moves?

Dean: By tonight? Yeah, sure. I'll meet you back at Mr. Miyagi's.


Who's Mr. Miyagi?

Sam looks between Dean and COLE.



Dean, COLE, and Sam stand on the porch. Dean is staring at a miniature windmill.


It's not gonna move if you don't concentrate.

Dean: I am concentrating.

Sam raises his eyebrows. Dean lets out a breath and glares. The windmill turns a quarter turn.

Dean: Ah, here we go, baby.

The windmill stops. COLE looks at Dean.


You pull a muscle?

Dean: All right, Yoda, let's see what you got.

COLE looks at the windmill. It starts spinning and doesn't stop. The porch swing starts swinging. The wind chimes start chiming. Sam laughs a little.

Dean: Dude! You are so Amityville.

COLE grins.


This isn't even the good stuff.



COLE punches Sam in the stomach. Sam folds over.


See? If you want to hit something, you just got to get mad.

Sam straightens up.

Sam: Yeah, got it.

COLE looks at Dean.


Now you try. Hit me.

Dean: Uh, I think I'll stick to just picking on somebody my own size.

Dean indicates Sam. COLE whacks Dean in the face. Sam laughs. Dean rubs his face. COLE goes over to Sam.


Hit me as hard as you can.

Sam: Dude, I'm not gonna do Fight Club with a twelve-year-old.

COLE whacks Sam in the face. Sam shakes it off.

Sam: All right, cut it out.


Make me.

COLE takes another swing. Sam blocks and swings back. COLE vanishes. Dean and Sam look around. COLE reappears out of reach.

Dean: Whoa. Whoa, you got to teach us that.



The walls of the funeral home are covered in glowing blue diagrams, mostly six-sided figures, some in circles and some in squares, all with lines through them and squiggles inside the triangles thus formed. Dean and Sam cross the street to the building. Pedestrians go by, ignoring both Dean and the glowing blue diagrams.

Dean: This looks like New Jack City[i]. Can nobody can see this?

Sam: Maybe it's demon invisible ink. Only see it in the veil.

Dean: Any idea what it's for?

Sam: We'll find out.


A door is standing open. Sam goes in. Dean follows. Sam goes one way around the stairs, Dean the other. Sam shrugs: he saw nothing. Dean turns around.

In the open space in the middle of the room, there is a square with triangles on each side to form an eight-pointed star, with squiggles at each point. Lying in the figure are Tessa and an old man in a suit, presumably the first Reaper. Sam and Dean come for a closer look. On the far side of the reaper trap is a Man standing guard. He has not seen Sam and Dean. Dean whispers.

Dean: Dude, check me out.

Dean takes a few steps forward and vanishes. He reappears behind the Man and taps him on the shoulder; when the Man turns around, Dean punches him in the face. When the Man straightens up and takes a swing, Dean is gone. The Man looks around: he and the REAPERS are the only ones visible. A hand taps the Man's shoulder; this time it's Sam who punches him. Dean has reappeared on the Man's other side and punches again. Sam knees the Man in the chest. The Man scrambles away. Dean kicks him. The Man hides behind the coffin on the dais. Dean and Sam follow him up.

Dean: You know, this ghost thing, it's, it's kind of rad.

Another Man comes out from behind a curtain, carrying a chain and making pained noises. The first Man scrambles over the coffin and out of the way. The second Man pulls the chain tight and hooks it to a candle stand.

Sam: It's iron.

The Man, who must be a Demon, lets go of the chain. His hands are smoking. Sam and Dean look around; the chain surrounds them.

A third Demon comes into the room.

Demon: Boys. Find the place okay?

The Demon's eyes roll white: it's ALASTAIR.




ALASTAIR's eyes return to human. He walks up to the chain. One of the DEMONS hands him a shotgun and leaves. ALASTAIR checks the shotgun, then aims at Dean and fires. Dean disintegrates.


Rock salt's not so much fun anymore, is it?

Sam glares at ALASTAIR. Dean reappears.

Dean: Alastair. You b*st*rd.


Well, go on. Why don't you try some of your mojo on me now, hotshot?

Dean glances at Sam. Sam fumes.


It's hard to get it up when you're not wearing your meat, huh?

Sam: Go to hell.


Ah, if only I could.

ALASTAIR turns away, crossing the room.


But they just keep sending me back up to this arctic craphole.

Dean: To kill death?


No, to kill death twice. It takes two to break a seal. I figured another one would show up, though. They're like lemmings.

ALASTAIR pumps the shotgun and fires. Sam disintegrates. ALASTAIR comes back up to the chain.


By the way, it's, uh, good to see you again, Dean.

Dean: You can shoot us all you want, but you can't kill us.

Sam reappears, his arms wrapped around his torso.


Ah, that so?



PAMELA is still sitting in the chair between the beds with Dean's and Sam's bodies. Something creaks in the room. PAMELA looks around. She stands up and goes over to the door, bolting and chaining it. A window is open, the curtain blowing.



ALASTAIR is holding a scythe, turning it over in his hands.



Dean and Sam watch ALASTAIR.


Moon's in the right spot. The board is set. Let's get started, shall we?

Dean: You're gonna kill a reaper with that? It's little on the nose, don't you think?


Is it? An old friend lent it to me. You know, he doesn't really ride a pale horse? But he does have three amigos.

ALASTAIR goes over to the REAPERS.


And they're just jonesing for the apocalypse.

ALASTAIR kneels next to the old man Reaper.


It pays to have friends in low places.

ALASTAIR grabs the Reaper by the collar and hauls him up.


Don't you think?

ALASTAIR puts the scythe behind the Reaper's neck.


Hic cruor messorius, illud sigillum, quod luciferem reverendum obstringit, aperiat ut resurgat!

ALASTAIR pulls the scythe. White-blue light. ALASTAIR lowers the dead Reaper to the floor. ALASTAIR straightens up.

Sam looks up: there's a chandelier hanging above the reaper trap.

ALASTAIR steps over the dead Reaper and grabs Tessa by the shoulder, holding the scythe to her neck. She's awake. Sam glances between Dean and the chandelier.

Tessa: Stop!

Dean stares at the chandelier and concentrates.


Hic cruor messorius-

Sam stares at the chandelier and concentrates.



PAMELA closes the window. She goes into the middle of the room, then approaches a curtain.


I know you're here. What's the matter, you reeking son of a bitch? You afraid of a skirt?

PAMELA rips back the curtain: it's the shower curtain, and the bathroom is empty except for PAMELA.

PAMELA leaves the bathroom. A Demon is waiting just outside. She senses him and runs to Sam, leaning over him.


Vis, vis, vis!

The Demon grabs PAMELA and drags her up. PAMELA kicks at him. He grabs her ankle and hauls, kicking the chair away.


Son of a bitch!



No time has passed since cutting away from ALASTAIR.


-illud sigillum, quod luciferem reverendum obstringit-

The chandelier is shaking with the force Sam and Dean are applying. Tessa watches them.


-aperiat ut-

The chandelier falls.



The chandelier lands on a corner of the reaper trap, breaking it. Tessa vanishes. She reappears at the candle stand and unhooks the chain.

Dean: Bye-bye.

Tessa, Dean, and Sam vanish.



Tessa and Dean appear. They look around.

Tessa: Where's your brother?

Dean: I'll go find him. You get out of here.



PAMELA and the Demon fight. PAMELA gets loose of the demon and leans over Sam.


Animum vult decipi, ergo-

The Demon grabs PAMELA and throws her across the room, knocking over candles and the coffeemaker. PAMELA sits up. The Demon pulls out a knife and stabs PAMELA in the gut.

Sam sits up. The Demon pulls out the knife.

Sam: Pamela!

Sam raises a hand and flings the Demon against the wall. Sam stands and exorcises the Demon with his mind. The Demon's host slumps to the floor.

Sam turns to PAMELA, crouching down to her level. PAMELA is laughing.

Sam: What's so funny?


I can't die-not in this town.

PAMELA takes her hand away from the injury. There is no blood.

Sam: Pamela-


Quit your worrying, grumpy. How about you make me a drink, huh?

Sam: You need a Doctor.


Make me a drink, Sam.

Sam swallows.



Dean walks along the alley, looking around.


You can't run.

ALASTAIR is standing in the alley.



Dean stops and stares. ALASTAIR advances. Dean retreats.


Not from me. I'm inside that angsty little noggin of yours.

Blue-white lightning strikes ALASTAIR. He vanishes.

Dean: What the hell?

Castiel: Guess again.

Dean turns around. Castiel is behind him.




Castiel: What just happened? You and Sam just saved a seal. We captured Alastair. Dean, this was a victory.

Dean: Well, no thanks to you.

Castiel: What makes you say that?

Dean: You were here the whole time?

Castiel: Enough of it.

Castiel looks away.

Dean: Well, thanks for your help with the rock salt.

Castiel: That script on the funeral home-we couldn't penetrate it.

Dean: That was angel-proofing.

Castiel: Why do you think I recruited you and Sam in the first place?

Castiel looks at Dean.

Dean: You recruited us?

Castiel: That wasn't your friend Bobby who called, Dean. It wasn't Bobby who told Sam about the seal.

Dean: That was you?

Castiel looks down.

Dean: If you want our help, why the hell didn't you just ask?

Castiel: Because whatever I ask, you seem to do the exact opposite.

Dean: So, what now, huh? The people in this town, they just gonna start dying again?

Castiel: Yes.

Dean: These are good people. What, you think you can make a few exceptions?

Castiel: To everything there is a season.

Dean: You made an exception for me.

Castiel pauses, then looks at Dean.

Castiel: You're different.

A long pause. Tessa is next to Dean.

Tessa: Dean? I could use your help.

Castiel is gone.



Mrs. GRIFFITH is looking at a memory book. There is a picture of COLE, age 3, and a lock of his hair. She turns the page; there is a photo of Mrs. GRIFFITH with COLE as a small child. COLE is watching her. She is crying.

Tessa: Hey, Cole.

COLE startles and turns around. Tessa is there, wearing a white dress instead of the jeans and black jacket of a moment ago. Dean is behind him.


Tell your brother thanks for nothing.

Dean looks down.

Tessa: Look at her, Cole.

COLE glances back.

Tessa: Do you see how unhappy she is?


That's why I want to stay with her.

Tessa: As long as she can feel you, she'll be in pain, because she can't let go.

COLE glances back again.

Tessa: Because you won't let go of her.


Why won't anybody tell me what's on the other side?

Tessa: Maybe nobody wants to ruin the surprise.

Dean looks away.


That's not an answer.

Dean: She won't answer you, Cole. Reapers never do. But trust me. Staying here is a whole lot worse than anything over there.



Dean: Because one day, your family will be gone, and there'll be nothing left here for you. It's okay to be scared.


I'm not scared.

Dean: We're all scared. That's the big secret. We're all scared.

A pause.


Are you coming?

Tessa looks down.

Dean: Oh, I'm sure I'll be there sooner than you think.

COLE looks back at Mrs. GRIFFITH. He unfolds his arms and walks toward Tessa. She hugs him, closing her eyes. He melts into her, vanishing in white light.

Mrs. GRIFFITH looks up. She doesn't look as sad.

Tessa turns to face Dean.

Dean: Look out for that boy.

Tessa: Look out for yourself, Dean.

Dean: What do you mean?

Tessa: I've been around death from the get-go. You know what I see most? Lies. "He's in a better place." "At least they're together now." You all lie to yourselves, Dean, 'cause like you said, deep down, you're all scared. Stop lying to yourself, Dean.

Dean: What?

Tessa: The angels have something good in store for you. A second chance. Really? 'Cause I'm pretty sure, deep down, you know something nasty's coming down the road. Trust your instincts, Dean. There's no such thing as miracles.

Dean: What are you saying?

Tessa says nothing. A moment later, she is gone.



PAMELA sits on the edge of Dean's bed, one hand to the stab wound, leaning on the other.


Imum vult decipi, ergo decipiatur. Vis, vis, vis.

PAMELA gets up to move to the other bed. Sam gets up to help her.

Sam: Hey, we just got to talk to Tessa, that's all. Get her to hold off reaping till we get you better.


I'm pretty sure she's started up again.

Blood is pouring over PAMELA's hand.

Dean takes a deep breath and sits up. PAMELA takes a drink. She's breathing hard. Dean looks at PAMELA and sees the blood.

Dean: What happened?

Sam: Dean, where's Tessa?

Dean: She's...

PAMELA takes off her sunglasses.

Sam: Pamela, I'm so sorry.



Sam: You don't deserve this.


Yeah, I don't. I told you I didn't want anything to do with this. Do me a favor? Tell that b*st*rd Bobby Singer-to go to hell for ever introducing me to you two in the first place.

PAMELA starts coughing.

Dean: Take it easy, Pamela. If it's any consolation, you're going to a better place.

PAMELA turns her head toward Dean.


You're lying.

Sam looks at Dean.


But what the hell, right? Everybody's got to go sometime.

PAMELA beckons Sam closer.


Come here.

Sam leans close. PAMELA whispers in his ear.


I know what you did to that demon, Sam.

Sam's eyes widen.


I can feel what's inside of you. If you think you have good intentions, think again.

PAMELA starts coughing again. She leans back against the headboard, a trickle of blood coming out of her mouth, and is still.

Sam: Pamela?

PAMELA's head slides down.

Dean: Pamela!

Dean looks at Sam.

Dean: What did she say to you?

Sam looks away.


We dedicate the entire season to Kim Manners.

A photo of Kim Manners directing Jensen and Jared. A second photo of Kim Manners directing.

We miss you, Kim.