05x20 - The Devil You Know

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5.20 The Devil You Know

Air Date: April 29, 2010

Teaser:

INT. LAB

Doctor #1

I'm just glad we got something to offer people.

Doctor #2

Well, I'm sorry. It's a load of crap -- pure profit-driven crap.

Doctor #1

Well, swine flu --it's an epidemic.

Doctor #2

Yeah, well, if Niveus was really worried about the epidemic, they'd be giving the vaccine

out for free. This supposed new formula?

Doctor #1

Well, they say it's faster-acting.

Doctor #2

Maybe it is, but human trials this week?

Doctor #1

Yeah, it does seem a little rushed.

Doctor #2

A little rushed? Have you even seen the new vaccine? No. Yeah. Neither have I.

JANITOR

I have.

Doctor #2

Who the hell are you?

JANITOR

I'm running the experiment.

(janitor jabs Doctor #2 with a syringe)

Doctor #2

(sinks to the ground) oh!

Doctor #1

What the hell?!

(Janitor knocks Doctor 1 to the ground)

JANITOR

Relax. You're part of it, too.

(Janitor locks the two Doctors in the lab together)

Doctor #1 (pounding on the door)

Hey! You open this door!

(Doctor 2 gets off the floor, his eyes red, and lunges for Doctor 1)

Doctor #1

Aah! Aah! Get off of me! God, no! Get off! Aah!

JANITOR

Well, looks like it works.

ACT 1

INT. HOSPITAL

Dean: Check it out --I look like the king of pop.

Sam: (sighs)

Dean: (Chuckles) too soon?

Sam: Too soon.

Doctor: Don't get me wrong --I'm glad the CDC is here, but what we really need is vaccine.

Dean: You got that right.

Sam: Well, tell me, have you noticed anything unusual about the strain --Any signs of behavioral change, like aggression, maybe?

Doctor: Excuse me?

Dean: Have the flu victims shown any signs of, uh, homicidal tendencies?

Doctor: (Chuckling) uh...Symptomatically speaking, we're looking at a relatively mild case of swine flu here. Probably add up to a miserable week off of work, and that's about it.

Dean: So nothing unusual.

Doctor: Hmm. Day and a half ago, we didn't have a single case. Now we're looking at over 70 --

The infectious equivalent of a briefcase b*mb. So, yeah, I might call that a little unusual.

Sam: Day and a half?

Dean: That's the Same time those statues started crying.

Sam: Yep.

Doctor: I'm sorry. What was that?

Dean: What was what?

Doctor: Did you just say a bunch of statues started crying?

Sam: What? (laughing) why, no. No. W-who would --

Dean: Who would say that, huh? Crazy people.

Sam: Exactly.

Dean: Yeah, which we are not.

Sam: No.

Doctor: Just...Get us some vaccine.

Dean: Whew.

INT. Impala

(Bobby is on speakerphone)

Bobby: Let me guess -- another steamin'-hot pile of swine flu.

Dean: Yep.

Sam: Doesn't make any sense, Bobby. Pestilence touched down here. I'm sure of it.

Dean: But why is he dealing them soft serve like swine flu when he's got the croatoan virus

up his sleeve? I-I-I don't get it.

Bobby: Doesn't matter what the sick son of a bitch is doing.

(cut to Bobby's house - sh*t of Bobby on the phone with the brothers)

What matters is this is the fourth town he's hit --That we know of -- and we're still eating his dust.

(cut back to the Impala)

Did you get anything? We got even a snowball at probable next target?

Sam: Uh, no pattern we can see.

Bobby: (sighs)okay.

(cut to Bobby's house)

Hold on. Well, far as I can tell, he's still heading East,

So...

(cut back to the Impala)

Head East, I guess.

Sam & Dean

East?

Dean: Bobby, we're in West Nevada. East is practically all there is.

Bobby: Yeah, well, you better get to drivin'.

CROWLEY

Say...I've got an idea.

(tires screech as Dean swerves, slamming on the brakes. Sam tries to s*ab Crowley with Ruby's Kn*fe, but only stabs the seat of the Impala)

Dean: (grunts) did you get him?

Sam: He's gone.

CROWLEY

(from next to the Impala)

Fancy a f*g and a chat? You're upset. We should discuss it. Not here,but --

(Sam and Dean exit the Impala)

Sam: (stalking after Crowley)

You want to talk? After what you did to us?

CROWLEY

After what I --what I did to you?! I gave you the colt!

Sam: Yeah, and you knew it wouldn't work against the devil!

CROWLEY

I never!

Sam: You set us up. We lost people on that su1c1de run --Good people!

CROWLEY

Who you take on the ride is your own business! Look, everything is still the Same. W-we're all still in this together.

Sam: Sure we are.

(Sam attempts to s*ab Crowley again, but Crowley teleports)

CROWLEY

Call your dog off --please.

Dean: Give me one good reason.

CROWLEY

I can give you pestilence.

Dean: What do you know about pestilence?

CROWLEY

I know how to get him. That's got your interest, doesn't it?

Sam: Are you actually listening to this?

Dean: Sam --

Sam: Are you friggin' nuts?!

Dean: Shut up for a second, Sam!

CROWLEY

Shut up, the both of you! Look...I swear... I thought the colt would work. It's an honest mistake. It's all part of the learning process. But nothing's changed. I still want the devil dead. Well...one thing's changed. Now the devil knows that I want him dead. Which, by the way, makes me the most buggered son in all of creation.

Dean: Holy crap. We don't care.

CROWLEY

They burnt down my house! They ate my tailor! Two months under a rock, like a bloody salamander! Every demon on hell and earth's got his eyes out for me! And yet... Here I am...Last place I should be --In the road, talking to Sam and Dean Winchester, under a friggin' spotlight! (Crowley gestures to the light above them, and it explodes)

So come with me. Please. Do you want the horsemen rings or not? Yes, I know all about that. Shall we?

INT. ABANDONED HOUSE

CROWLEY

(sighs) here we are --My life on the lam. How the mighty have fallen. Single-pane glass, Used contraception in the fireplace. The water damage alone --

Dean: My heart's bleeding for you. Now, how do you know about the rings?

CROWLEY

Well, now...I've been keeping a close eye on you lot.

Sam: We got hex bags. We're hidden from demons.

CROWLEY

All but one. That night you broke into my house, our first date, my valet hid a tracking device in your car --A magical coin that easily trumps your little bags o' bones. It allows me to hear things, too --and, my, the things I've heard. (Chuckles) So you want to cram the devil back in the box? Cunning scheme. I want in.

Dean: You said you could get us pestilence.

CROWLEY

Well, now...I don't know where pestilence is...Per Se. But I do know the demon who does. He's what you might call the horsemen's stable boy. He handles their itineraries,

their personal needs. He's who you want --believe me. He'll tell us where Sneezy's at.

Dean: Well, how do we get him to spill? Rip out his toenails?

CROWLEY

No. Nuts at his pay grade don't cr*ck. We bring him here, then I sell him.

Sam: Sell him?

CROWLEY

Please. I've sold sin to saints for centuries. Think I can't close one little demon?

Dean: All right, so where's this demon of yours?

INT. NIVEUS PHARMACEUTICAL's BOARD ROOM

BRADY

I don't want to hear "weeks." I want to hear "days."

MITCHELL

But the lab isn't even finished testing yet.

BRADY

You let me worry about the lab.

MITCHELL

But, sir, you're asking for distribution on an unprecedented scale.

BRADY

Well, we have an unprecedented outbreak.The nation...is terrified of swine flu. They want our vaccine. They need our vaccine. It's called "demand," people. Now, supply!

MITCHELL

We're doing our best.

BRADY

Oh, you're doing your best? You're doing your best? Well, then do the best

of somebody better!

(Brady exits board room)

INT. NIVEUS PHARMACEUTICAL- BRADY's OFFICE

MITCHELL

(enters the office, nervously)

You wanted to see me?

BRADY

Mitchell, yes. Come on in.

MITCHELL

Look, Mr. Brady, I know how important this is, and I-I'm sorry if I sounded --

BRADY

(gestures dismissively)

No apologies. Mitch, I need people like you.

MITCHELL

Really?

BRADY

Really. In fact, there is a position in communications that I think you would be perfect for. (Brady walks over next to Mitchell and picks up an ornate chalice)

MITCHELL

Sounds great.

BRADY

Is great. So what do you say? You ready to enter the cutthroat world of upper management?

MITCHELL

Awesome.

BRADY

Awesome. (Brady slices a straight-razor across Mitchell's throat)

MITCHELL

(gurgling)

BRADY

(to Demon)

Ooh. Watch the shoes, please. Get the rest later. Thanks.

(Demon drags Mitchell's body out of Brady's office)

BRADY

(gazing into blood-filled chalice)

Dis manibus praeest praesens...obtine mihi dominum. Pestilentiarum omnium.

(a fly emerges from the chalice)

BRADY

Sir, great news. The vaccine trials --the results have been...(Chuckles)...Really quite grotesque. I think you'll be pleased.

(fly buzzes)

BRADY

How soon? Distribution on this scale --I mean, we do need some humans. We can't possess them all. And don't even get me started on the teamsters. I --

(fly buzzes)

BRADY

I know. I'm doing my best.

(fly buzzes)

BRADY

Yes, sir.The best of someone better.

ACT 2

INT. ABANDONED HOUSE

Sam: Why are we even listening to him, Dean? This is totally insane.

Dean: I don't disagree.

CROWLEY

One big happy family, are we, then? Fantastic.

Dean: You ready to go?

CROWLEY

Yes. Yes. I am. Sam, keep the home fires burning.

Dean: What are you talking about?

CROWLEY

Sam's not coming.

Sam: And why the hell not?

CROWLEY

Because I don't like you...I don't trust you...And -- oh, yes --You keep trying to k*ll me.

Sam: There's no damn way. This isn't gonna happen!

CROWLEY

I'm not asking you, am I? 'cause you're not invited. I'm asking you.(points at Dean)

What's it gonna be? (scoffs) gentlemen...Enjoy your last few sunsets.

Dean: Wait. I'll go.

(to Sam) What can I say? I believe the guy.

(Sam watches Crowley and Dean leave in the Impala)

Sam: (on the phone, holding a bottle of whiskey)

And then Dean just walks...(scoffs)

(cut to Bobby on the phone, also drinking)

Sam: ...Right out the door with Crowley.

Bobby: Well, look, Sam, I got no love for demons, and, yeah, this whole thing is crazy, but...I don't know. After a year of chasing up zilch, maybe it's time to go crazy.

(cut back to Sam)

Sam: (scoffs) yeah, maybe. (sighs) Hey, Bobby?

Bobby: Yeah?

Sam: Uh...Remember that time you were possessed?

Bobby: Yeah. Rings a bell.

Sam: When Meg told you to k*ll Dean, you didn't. You took your body back.

Bobby: Just long enough to shank myself, yeah.

Sam: Well, how'd you do it? I mean, how'd you take back the wheel?

Bobby: Why are you asking, Sam?

Sam: (takes a swig from his bottle) Say we can open the cage. Great. But then what? W-we just lead the devil to the edge and get him to jump in?

Bobby: You got me.

Sam: What if you guys lead the devil to the edge and I jump in?

Bobby: Sam.

Sam: It'd be just like when you turned the Kn*fe around on yourself. One action --

just one leap.

Bobby: Are you idjits trying to k*ll me?!

Sam: Bobby --

Bobby: We just got done talking your brother off the ledge, and now you're lining up to say "yes"?

Sam: It's not like that. I'm not gonna do it. Not unless we all agree. But I think we got to

look at our options.

Bobby: This isn't an option, Sam.

Sam: Why not?

Bobby: You can't do it. What I did was a million-to-one, and that was some pissant demon I was brain-wrestling. You're talking about taking back control from Satan himself.

Sam: Yeah.Yeah, I am.

Bobby: Kid...It's called "possession" for a reason. You, of all people, ought to know.

Sam: I'm strong enough.

Bobby: You ain't. He's gonna find every chink in your armor, Sam, and use it against you --Your fear, your grief, your anger. And let's face it -- You're not exactly Mr. Anger management. How are you gonna control the devil when you can't control yourself?

EXT. NIVEUS PHARMACEUTICAL

(Dean, from inside the Impala, is watching the building through binoculars)

Dean: Demons?

CROWLEY

Nah. Human shields. The demons are up top --12th floor.

Dean: All right, then. We'll have to find a way in through the back.

CROWLEY

You Winchesters make everything so complicated.

(Crowley disappears)

Dean: Ah, crap.

(Crowley reappears in the building behind the security guard, slitting his throat)

Dean: Oh, crap.Crap! Crap!

(Dean exits the Impala, runs to the door of the building, and knocks on the door)

CROWLEY

Door's open! What?

Dean: You k*lled them?

CROWLEY

We're on a tight schedule. Come on. Now you're squeamish? Please.

(Crowley walks Dean to the elevator, Dean steps inside, Crowley does not.)

CROWLEY

Go get 'em, tiger.

Dean: wh--You're not coming?

CROWLEY

Oh, no. It's not safe up there. There's demons.

Dean: Yeah, I get that.

CROWLEY

Look, just do what I told you, a-and try to be convincing. It'll work like a charm. Trust me.

INT. BRADY's OFFICE

(Brady hears a thud out in the hall and gestures towards his door, which open)

BRADY

Dean Winchester. What, no appointment?

Dean: Kind of an 11th-hour thing, you know?

BRADY

Well, then, you're just on time. Have a seat. How's your brother?

Well, down to business, then. What can I do for you?

Dean: Actually, it's about what I can do for you.

BRADY

Really?

Dean: Me and Sam dropped two of your jockeys. I think you know that.

BRADY

Yes. I got the memo.

Dean: Well, we kept their, uh, secret power rings.

BRADY

Mm.

Dean: Which is why I'm here. I heard some folks saying that you wanted them back and you were willing to pay.

BRADY

Hmm. Where are they?

Dean: Not here. But you want them, you'll come with me --Nice and civil --We'll get out of your little batcave here, and we'll discuss a transaction.

BRADY

Who says I want them?

Dean: What?

BRADY

Who...Says...I want them?

Dean: You know...Folks.

BRADY

See...(clears throat)...w*r and famine, even if I could cram the rings back on their bony fingers, I doubt it would do much good. They're withered husks right now --Fetal position

on the floor --All thanks to you. So I don't want the rings. What I want is retribution.And I'm gonna rip it right out of your ass!

INT. HALLWAY

(Dean is thrown out through Brady's office door)

Dean: (groans)

BRADY

This...(Chuckles)...is so good.

Dean: (grunts)

BRADY

(Chuckles)...therapeutic, for sure. You know, Dean, I really owe you one, buddy, 'cause I feel...(Brady kicks Dean)So...

Dean: Unh!

BRADY

Much... (Brady kicks Dean)

Dean: Unh!

BRADY

Better! (Brady kicks Dean)

Dean: (groans)

ACT 3

INT. NIVEUS PHARMACEUTICAL BUILDING

(Dean runs into the elevator and pushes buttons repeatedly)

BRADY

Dean, where are you going? We're just getting started!

(Dean exits on ground floor. Brady appears behind him and hits him on the head)

Dean: (grunts)

BRADY

...good meeting, Dean. You know, I'm excited.

(Crowley approaches from behind, and drops a sack covered in a devil's trap over Brady's head, then bashes Brady's head with a crowbar

CROWLEY

Evening, Uncle.

Dean: What the hell was that?

CROWLEY

That was perfect.

Dean: Perfect? He didn't want the rings. He wanted me.

CROWLEY

Imagine the surprise on your face.

Dean: What?

CROWLEY

Your ignorance and misinformation --I mean, completely authentic. You can't fake that.

What? I-it went like clockwork.

Dean: Not for me, you son of a bitch!

CROWLEY

That's what you get --working with a demon.

INT. Impala

(Crowley carves a sigil into Brady's torso)

Dean: Hey, hot stuff, watch the upholstery!

CROWLEY

Up yours, mate. This bit of carving will tie our friend here down. No zapping off,

no smoking out --Locked in the meat suit...An important piece of our bargaining strategy. Now, up here, we don't want I-50. Take 93 north.

Dean: What are you talking about?

CROWLEY

Look, we can't take this guy back to your brother.

Dean: Why the hell not? Crowley!

CROWLEY

They got history, all right?

(Dean angrily screeches the Impala to a halt)

Dean: You want to go anywhere, you start talking. What history?

INT. ABANDONED HOUSE

(Sam sits on a bed waiting. He hears The Impala approaching and finds Crowley downstairs)

Sam: Where's Dean?

CROWLEY

Now...For the record, I'm against this. Negotiating a high-level defection -- It's very delicate business.

Sam: What are you talking about?

CROWLEY

I begged Dean not to come back. We should be miles away...from you. He replied

with a colorful rejoinder about my "corn chute."

Sam: (scoffs)

CROWLEY

So, go ahead. Go --ruin our last best hope. It's only the end of the world.

(Sam enters the room where Dean has Brady -still hooded- tied to a chair)

Dean: Sam.

Sam: What's going on, Dean?

Dean: I need you to stay on mission, okay? Focused.

Sam: I don't understand. What's all this about?

Dean: I'm doing this 'cause I trust you.

Sam: Trust me to what?

BRADY

Sam? (clears throat) Sam, is that you?

(Dean removes Brady's hood)

Sam: Brady?

BRADY

(Chuckles) Brady hasn't been Brady in years. Not since, oh..middle of our sophomore year?

Sam: What?

BRADY

That's right. You had a devil on your shoulder even back then. All right, now, let it all sink in.

Sam: You son of a bitch. You son of a bitch! (Sam approaches Brady, Dean holds him back) You introduced me to Jess!

BRADY

Ding, ding! I think he's got it!

(Sam struggles to push past Dean and get to Brady)

Dean: Damn it, Sam!

Sam: I'm gonna k*ll you!

(Dean pushes Sam out of the room, while Brady laughs)

Sam: Get out of my way!

Dean: No.

Sam: Get out of my way, Dean.

Dean: There is only one way to win, and it ain't by k*lling that thing in there.

CROWLEY

Well...sounds like you got him nice and fluffed.Thanks so much.

Dean: Listen to me. We need pestilence to get at the devil, and we need Brady to get to pestilence.

Sam: Why? Because Crowley said so? Because we trust him now? Like I trusted Ruby? Or like I trusted Brady back at school?

CROWLEY

Look...Do the math yourself. If Lucifer wins, he'll turn this place into his kingdom. When the morningstar cleans house, we all get the mop.

BRADY

He created us. Why would he desTroy us? That makes no sense.

CROWLEY

Look at who --at what he is. Then take a look at what we are.

BRADY

Maybe you should be a little less worried about our necks and be a little more worried

about yours.

CROWLEY

Has crossed my mind. That's not really the point.

BRADY

Actually, Crowley, that is the point. No one will know greater torment than you. Lucifer is never gonna let you die. As for me, I know the score. I'm dead, whether I tell you anything or not. So I think I'll die on the winning side, thanks.

CROWLEY

Good talk. Cheers.

( Crowley exits the room and goes back to Dean)

Dean: Well, how'd it go? He buy your girl scout cookies?

CROWLEY

Not yet. Where's your moose?

Dean: He's cooling off.

CROWLEY

All right, then. Get bent.

Dean: You going somewhere?

CROWLEY

Well, he won't budge, so now I go stick my neck out.

Dean: What are you gonna do?

CROWLEY

Exactly the kind of desperate swashbuckle I've been trying to avoid. Now I go kick open

a hive of demons. This whole bloody ring business better work.

(Crowley disappears, Dean goes into the bathroom to wash his face. Sam comes by closes the door and puts a chair against the doorknob of the bathroom, preventing Dean from exiting)

Dean: Sam? Come on, Sam! Don't do this! (bangs on door) Sam, come on! Hey! Open the door! Open the door!

(Sam goes to Brady)

BRADY

Well, here we go. We doing last words or no?

Sam: Sophomore year, huh?

BRADY

Brady, here, he was a good kid --Straight arrow. I mean, your best friend, really. Perfect point of access.

Sam: Thanksgiving.

BRADY

Yes, sir. Remember when I came back from break all messed up -- Dropped out of pre-med, the dr*gs, the b*tches? That was the new Brady. That was me. Remember how much time you spent trying to get me back on the right track? You really were a good friend. But ol' yellow eyes didn't send me back to be your friend. No, we could tell we were starting to lose you. You were becoming a mild-mannered, worthless sack of piss. Now, come on. We couldn't have that. You were our favorite. So I hooked you up with a pure, sweet, innocent piece of tail. And then I toasted her on the ceiling. That's right -- Azazel might have put the hit out on Jessica, but, man, I got to have all the fun!

(Sam's hand twitches around Ruby's Kn*fe)

BRADY

(laughs) You know, she thought we were friends, too. Let me right in. She was baking cookies. (laughing) she was so surprised...So hurt when I started in on her.

(Sam presses Ruby's Kn*fe against Brady's throat)

BRADY

Come on! Do it if it'll make you feel better!

(Sam nicks Brady's throat will the Kn*fe)

BRADY

Do it, Sammy! Do it! Come on! Come on.(laughing) Ohhhhh. (Chuckles, sighs)

ACT 4

INT. BATHROOM

Dean: (banging on door) Come on.

Sam: Hey, hey, hey! All right! Wait! I'm gonna open it.

(Sam lets Dean out)

Dean: What happened?

Sam: Nothing.

Dean: My ass.

Sam: Dean, I'm fine.

Dean: Yeah? And what about Brady?

Sam: (sighs) Like you said...We need him.

CROWLEY

God. The day I've had. Good news. You're going to live forever.

BRADY

What did you do?

CROWLEY

Went over to a demons' nest --had a little m*ssacre. Must be losing my touch, though -- Let one of the little toads live. Oops. Also might have given said toad the impression that you left your post last night because you and I are --wait for it --Lovers in league against Satan. (Chuckles)

BRADY

(sighs)

CROWLEY

Hello, darling. So, now death is off the table. Now you get to be on the boss's

eternal-torment list with little old me.

BRADY

Oh, no, no, no, no. No.

CROWLEY

Something else we have in common --apart from our torrid passion, of course --Craven self-preservation. So, now, why don't you tell me where Pestilence is at?

( far off howling)

BRADY

Oh, God, Crowley.

Dean: Was that a hellhound?

CROWLEY

I'd say yeah.

Dean: Why was that a hellhound?

CROWLEY

(groans, and pulls out a coin)

Sam: What's that?

CROWLEY

Remember I was telling you about my crafty little tracking device?

Sam: Yeah.

CROWLEY

Demons planted one on me.

Sam: You're saying a hellhound followed you here?

CROWLEY

Well, technically, he followed this.

BRADY

Get me out of here. I'll tell you anything you want.

Sam: Shut up.

Dean: Okay, well, then we should go.

CROWLEY

Sorry, boys. No one knows more about the hounds than I. You're long past the point of "go."

(Crowley tosses the coin to Dean who catches it)

Dean: Damn it.

Sam: I told you!

Dean: (mockingly) oh, well, good for you. Luckily, we have salt in the kitchen.

Sam: I'll watch Brady.

BRADY

(scoffs) watch me? Get me the hell out of here!

( howling and snarling continues, Dean finds the salt but before he can get to it the window shatters as the Hellhounds break through)

Dean: (f*ring shotgun rounds at the hellhounds)Sammy!

Sam: Salt?

(hellhound growling)

BRADY

Damn it, get me out of here!

Sam & Dean

Shut up!

BRADY

Great. Just great.

CROWLEY

Hey!

Dean: You're back?

CROWLEY

I'm invested. Currently.

(hellhound barks)

CROWLEY

Stay!

Dean: You can control them?

CROWLEY

Not that one. (Crowley points behind Dean)

I brought my own. ( Crowley pats the hellhound beside him) Mine's bigger. Sic him, boy!

( hellhound barking and growling as the hellhounds fight each other)

Dean: ( to Sam and Brady) Go, go go go

EXT. OUTSIDE OF HOUSE

CROWLEY

I'll wager $1,000 my pup wins.

EXT. ALLEY

BRADY

(hands Crowley a piece of paper) Yeah. I'm sure pestilence will be there. Thanks.

Dean: What do you think?

CROWLEY

It's good. You got no reason to lie, have you? Like I said before, you're in my boat now.

BRADY

You've screwed me --for eternity.

CROWLEY

Nah. Won't last that long. Trust me.

Crowley follows Dean down the alley past Sam who is standing, staring at Brady)

BRADY

Where are you going?

(Dean bends down and begins to pour a salt-line behind Sam)

CROWLEY

I'm going to do you a favor. (to Sam) I expect we'll be in touch.

(Dean lets Crowley pass, then closes the salt-line)

BRADY

What is this?

Dean: All those angels, all those demons, all those sons of b*tches --They just don't get it,

do they, Sammy?

Sam: No, they don't, Dean.

Dean: You see, Brady...We're the ones you should be afraid of.

BRADY

(scoffs)

(Sam approaches Brady with Ruby's Kn*fe)

BRADY

I bet this is a real moment for you, big boy. Gonna make you feel all better?

Sam: It's a start.

BRADY

Gonna make up for all the times that we yanked your chain --Yellow eyes, Ruby, me? But it wasn't all our fault, was it? No, no, no, no. You're the one who trusted us. You're the one who let us into your life, let us whisper in your ear over and over and over again. Ever wonder why that is, Sammy? Ever wonder why we were so in your blind spot? Maybe it's because we got the Same stuff in our veins and, deep down,

you know you're just like us. (Brady lunges at Sam, Sam nicks him with the blade) Aaah!

(panting) maybe you hate us so much because you hate what you see every time you look in the mirror. You ever think of that?! (laughing) maybe the only difference between you and a demon...is your hell is right here.

Sam: (stabs Brady hard in the stomach until Brady dies) Interesting theory.

(Sam walks out the alley, past Dean)

FINAL ACT

INT. Bobby's HOUSE

Bobby: Yea, I followed up. Nasty omens, but none of it's death with a capital "d." Well, just give me a ring if it turns into anything. And, Rufus...You watch your ass out there.

CROWLEY

Chin up. Cavalry's arrived.

(Bobby cocks his g*n)

CROWLEY

Charming. That won't work on me. Name's Crowley. Maybe you've...

Bobby: You're Crowley?

CROWLEY

In the flesh --of a moderately successful Literary Agent out of New York.

(Bobby sh**t Crowley)

CROWLEY

Aah! I see you have heard of me. I liked this suit.

Bobby: What are you doing here?

CROWLEY

Looking out for Crowley.

Bobby: Meaning...?

CROWLEY

The boys are on to ring number 3, but we still need number 4. I'm here to help.

Bobby: You know where death is?

CROWLEY

No. Haven't the foggiest.

(Bobby cocks his shotgun and aims it at Crowley)

Bobby: Well, then get the hell off my property before I blast you so full of rock salt, you crap margaritas.

CROWLEY

That's a mite unfriendly, seeing as I could be getting you death's location in about the time it'd take you to reload.

Bobby: You're just gonna chat some demons up and hope they don't recognize you?

CROWLEY

God, no. That could get me k*lled. But there is this little spell that I know.

Bobby: That so?

CROWLEY

Results are 100% guaranteed.

Bobby: Okay. Then why are you snake-oiling me?

CROWLEY

Well, it's a little bit...Embarrassing. There's this...Technicality.

Bobby: Uh-huh.

CROWLEY

I need a little something to get the magic going.

Bobby: And what's that?

CROWLEY

You make a wish. I can give you anything you want, mate -- Up to and including death's coordinates. All I need is...

Bobby: My soul.

CROWLEY

I've done more with less. Let's just say when they're getting their Grammys, they shouldn't all be thanking God. It's worth it, Bobby. Think.

Bobby: Okay. Here's my counter. (Bobby sh**t Crowley with the shotgun)

CROWLEY

Ow! Bloody hell! Feisty.

Bobby: Get out.

CROWLEY

I'll give it right back.

Bobby: You think I'm a natural-born idjit?

CROWLEY

Quite the contrary. Look, you're right to be suspicious. But I'm your ally. Enemy of my enemy and all that. I need the devil back in his stock. In fact, my delicate ass depends on it. I promise you --temporary loan. I'll give it...Right...Back.

END