06x06 - You Can't Handle the Truth

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6.06 You Can't Handle the Truth

Air Date: 29 Oct 2010

THE ROAD SO FAR

Dean, on phone

It's Sam, Bobby. He's just -- he's different. Something's not right to me.

Dean, to Lisa

I-I can't just lose you and Ben.

Lisa: Me and Ben will be here, and you come when you can. Just come in one piece.

Dean: And you really think we could pull something like that off?

Lisa: It's worth a sh*t.

Dean is bitten by a vampire; Sam looks on and smirks.

Lisa (in her bedroom, to Dean)

Just tell me what the hell is going on.

Dean shoves her against a wall, turns away. Vampire fangs grow.

BEN, in the corridor

Dean?

Dean, hiding his face

Ben, just stay there.

BEN

I thought I heard you--

Dean: -- I said stay back! (pushes Ben into the wall)

Samuel, to Dean, in a hotel room with Sam: Cure's an old Campbell recipe.

Dean drinks from a mug, appears to vamp out, collapses on the floor and remembers the vampire att*ck, and the fact that Sam looked on

Dean (in a parking lot during daylight)

At least, uh... You got my back. No matter what happens, I can always count on you, right, Sammy?

Sam: Of course, Dean.

Teaser

INT. BIGGERSON's RESTAURANT, CALUMET CITY, ILLINOIS

TELEVISION Voice OVER

I'm Ashley Frank, and I will...

JANE PETERSON, a waitress, emerges from the kitchen and walks to the till in the restaurant, all the while speaking on her cellphone.

JANE

He said he'd call, but of course he never did. But -- I don't know. I just -- we had such a good time. I-I should call him, right? Do you think? I mean, should I call him? I don't know. Oh. Uh, Olivia, just hold on a sec. (turns away from the frowning FRONT Manager, but continues her phone conversation) I just need the truth. That's all. I really gotta go, 'kay? Call you later.

CUT TO: INT. BIGGERSON's KITCHEN

JANE is picking up an order.

COOK

I pity you.

JANE

I'm sorry?

COOK

You're sad and pathetic, and I pity you -- only reason I'm giving you a head's up. Stay away from the clam chowder. I flavored it with my own... seasoning.

JANE looks shocked, goes to deliver the order.

FRONT Manager

Hey, Jane. You know that new girl, Misty? Way hotter than you.

JANE

Excuse me?

FRONT Manager

Basically, she's an eight, and you're a... a three.

JANE, disconsolate, continues her duties.

JANE, to an elderly patron

Can I get you anything else, ma'am?

ELDERLY PATRON

No, thank you. I ran over a homeless man once, and I never even stopped to see if he was alive.

JANE turns. Other people address her as she moves through the restaurant.

LITTL Girl

I hate mommy. I want to burn her in her sleep.

WAITER

I don't know what it is, but you just give me the creeps. Like I get physically nauseous.

Female Voice

You're pathetic.

MALE Voice

Loser.

MALE Voice

Desperate.

JANE is in a back room, unlocking a drawer and pulling out a g*n.

Female Voice

Stupid. Mousy.

MALE Voice

You're a desperate, pathetic loser.

Female Voice

You're gonna die alone.

JANE is in a corridor outside the main dining room, speaking on her cellphone to her sister, Olivia.

JANE

Hey, can you come get me?

Olivia: You sound awful. Have you been drinking?

JANE

I think I'm going crazy. I'm freaking out.

Olivia: Of course you are. 'Cause you area freak. You're certifiable. Every time the phone rings, my stomach drops. Jane with another crisis. You're a walking disaster. (JANE pulls the g*n out of her apron.) The whole family's just waiting for your next big breakdown, Jane. We're like hostages. Why don't you just go ahead and k*ll yourself already?

JANE places the g*n under her chin. The camera moves up. A sh*t rings out and JANE's blood splatters on a sign that reads: BIGGERSON's: THE HAPPY PLACE.

ACT ONE

EXT. - DAY - HOT DOG VENDOR.

Sam is in the line up. Dean is walking away, talking to Bobby on the phone.

Dean: I know what I saw, Bobby.

Bobby (in his home)

We tested him. Salt, silver -- everything.

Dean: He threw me to that vamp. I'm telling you, it's not my brother.

Bobby: Well, then he's something we ain't ever seen before.

Dean: Yeah, or it's freakin' Lucifer.

Bobby: Did you call Cas?

Dean: 'Course I called Cas. He's not answering. Screw him. I can't wait anymore.

Bobby: Look, I get it. You're rattled. You're right to be. But let's be professional --

Dean: Professional? He watchedme get turned!

Bobby: What you saw... are you sure that's what you saw?

Dean: Damn it, Bobby, yes. I know.

Bobby: Well, "you know" ain't the Same as proof. 'Cause we're talking about --

Dean: -- we're talking about doing something about this, and fast. It's not just the vamp, okay? He has been different from the jump.

Bobby: All right. I'm with you.

Dean: Are you?

Bobby: Yeah. I'll hit the books, hard. Just don't sh**t him yet, all right? Watch him. We need facts. 'Cause if it ain't Sam... we don't know whatit is. And if we're gonna put him down, we need to know how.

Dean: I don't even want to ride in the Same car with him, much less work a damn case.

Bobby: Get in the car. He'syour case.

Sam walks up to Dean with a newspaper and lunch in hand.

Dean: Hey. I was just, uh, I was leaving Lisa a message.

Sam: Still hasn't called you back, huh?

Dean: No.

Sam (hands Dean a foil-wrapped hot dog)

Sucks.

Dean: Yeah.

Sam, lookig at Dean intensely

You okay?

Dean, stilted

Yeah. I'm fine. How are you?

Sam: Me? Great. Here, look. Check this out. Think it might be something.

Sam hands Dean a newspaper featuring the story about JANE PETERSON.

Sam: Four people, out of nowhere, all in the last couple of weeks. What do you say?

Dean: Yeah. Sounds like a plan.

Sam: Let's go.

INT. - DAY - Olivia's HOUSE.

Dean and Sam are posing as FBI agents. Dean explores the house while Sam questions Olivia.

Olivia: I don't understand. Why would federal investigators be interested in a su1c1de?

Sam: Well, um... it's a new, more caring administration.

Olivia: Well, I already told the cops. Jane was having a really bad day, so I-I did what any sister would do. (plays with hair; Dean drops in) I... tried to cheer her up, you know? Told her to hang in there.

Sam: You know what a "tell" is?

Olivia: Excuse me?

Sam: It's a poker term... for when you're bluffing. Like what you just did with your hair.

Olivia: What are you trying to say?

Sam: You're lying.

Dean is surprised at the force of Sam's inquiry.

Olivia: What?!

Sam: Tell us what you did to your sister.

Dean is shocked.

Olivia looks to Dean for reassurance.

Olivia, breaks down as Sam looks vindicated

Okay. You're right. I was lying. I wanted to tell her, "I love you. I'm here for you." Oh, but what came out was... "You're a burden. Just k*ll yourself." Who says that?! I-I-I just couldn't stop!

EXT. - DAY - OUTSIDE Olivia's HOUSE

Dean and Sam are walking back to the car.

Sam: See anything in the house?

Dean: No hex bags, no sulfur, no EMF. You?

Sam: A tuba and an issue of Crochet Today.So, what, already kinda suicidal?

Dean: Right, and then big sis's Taxicab Confession sends her over the edge. Question is, what made big sis open her big, fat mouth in the first place?

Sam: Yeah, that [i]is[i]the question.

Sam and Dean get into the Impala.

INT. - DENTIST's OFFICE

TELEVISION Voice OVER

[i]Are organic fruits and veggies worth the high cost?

PAUL, a dentist

Thanks. Uh, can you grab some gauze, please?

DENTAL HYGENIST

Mm-hmm.

PATIENT

Should've had you prescribe me a Valium.

PAUL

Just relax.

TELEVISION comes into view, volume is low.

What is the truth?

PAUL, preparing a needle for freezing

It'll be fine.

TELEVISION

I'm Ashley Frank.

PATIENT

I got to be honest, Paul -- I don't really want to be here.

PAUL

You and most people. But you know what? I don't take it personally. Okay, open up.

PAUL injects the needle into the PATIENT's mouth.

PAUL

You and Donna should come over for supper. How long has it been? (pulls the needle out) There. Worst part's over.

PATIENT

I'm not really into Donna anymore. She's old.

PAUL, surprised

Your wife looks great for her age.

PATIENT

Her saggy skin makes me want to hurl. I have urges, you know.

PAUL

Okay.

PATIENT

Remember that camping trip I missed 'cause I was sick? Well, I wasn't. I was just afraid to be around Melissa.

PAUL

My daughter[i]Melissa?

PATIENT

But then... she spent the night for Jill's slumber party. Oh... it just seemed so easy, you know?

PAUL

What are you saying?

PATIENT

It's not so much I couldn't control myself. I just knew I wouldn't get caught. And I didn't get caught.

PAUL grabs PATIENT by the throat, forcing him to gasp for air. PAUL shoves a drill into the PATIENT's mouth. Blood spurts incesstantly. The DENTAL HYGIENIST enters and screams.

ACT TWO

EXT. - DAY - Hotel ROOM

Dean is on the phone. Camera cuts to interior as he speaks to Bobby. Bobby is sh*t from outside his window. Camera cuts to interior as he speaks to Dean.

Dean, on the phone

Hey. You got anything?

Bobby: I've been up all night lookin'. Nothing fits.

Dean: Awesome.

Bobby: You got anything else to go on?

Dean: Yeah, my skin crawls being in the Same room with him. Why don't you look [i]that[i]up?

Bobby: I'm working on it.

Dean: I don't know how much longer I can do this, Bobby. You got to figure out what the hell he is and fast.

Bobby: I'm trying. But, Dean, there's a worst-case scenario.

Dean: What, Satan's my co-pilot? Yeah, I know.

Bobby: Well, that'd be the [i]other[i]worst case.

Dean: Well, then what?

Bobby: Maybe it's just Sam.

Dean: I gotta go.

Bobby: Dean.

Dean: You got a day, Bobby, and then I'm handling this.

Dean hangs up, takes a pull from a beer. He stares at Lisa's number for a while, then calls her, lets it ring once and hangs up.

Sam, dressed as an FBI agent, enters.

Sam: There was another one.

Dean: Yeah? What?

Sam: Dentist drilled a guy to death.

Dean: You mean the... non-sexy kind of drilling, right?

Sam, eager

50 bucks says he's mixed up in all the crazy.

Dean: You think?

Sam: Yeah. Let's go talk to him.

Dean: Okay. Uh... why don't you go ahead? I'll catch up. I'm gonna do a little research.

Sam, disbelieving

You sure?

Dean: Yeah. We got to know what we're up against, right?

Sam: Yeah. Yeah, good idea.

Sam exits.

Dean is relieved, but anxious.

EXT. - DAY - OUTSIDE A BUILDING

Sam has been questioning the DENTAL HYGIENIST.

Sam: Thanks a lot.

Sam walks away and calls Dean.

Dean: Anything from Marathon Man?

Sam: Not exactly. He hung himself in his cell before I could get to him.

Dean: Yikes.

Sam: But he was definitely involved. Just got the scoop from his assistant.

Dean: Yeah?

Sam: Yeah. Let's say the stuff that his patient was confessing to -- [i]I'd[i]have m*rder*d him, too.

Dean: So, root canal and Russian roulette -- both of 'em, it's like they were cursed, right? I mean, people are just compelled to puke the truth all over 'em?

Sam: Oh, getting hit with the ugly truth, you go postal? I'd call that a curse. Do me a favor -- I'm going to the morgue to check out the body. Why don't you take the dentist's office, see what you see?

Dean: Yeah. No problem.

Dean hangs up, closes his laptop, which was open on an article titled "Doppleganger".

INT. - DENTIST's OFFICE

Dean sneaks in under the police tape, past the bloodied dental chair, and into PAUL's office. There is a saxophone on the credenza. Dean picks up a pack of reeds from PAUL's desk and a receipt from Harry's House of Horns. Dean remembers seeing the shop's name on JANE PATTERSON's calendar, along with a note about a dental appointment.

INT. - DAY - Harry's HOUSE OF HORNS

Harry is holding up photos of PAUL and JANE that Dean supplied.

Harry: Jane and Dr. Conley. I heard. Awful. What do I have to do with it?

Dean: Honestly? You're the only thing they have in common. Did they say anything to you before they, uh...?

Harry: Sorry. Not really.

Dean: Right. Ah, I was just fishing. Thanks.

Harry: Hey, by the way, how 'bout my horn?

Dean: Sorry?

Harry: Stolen horn?

Dean: Right. Yeah. We're -- we're working on it.

Dean turns to leave.

Harry: Well, I hope so. Thing's one-in-a-billion.

Dean turns back.

Dean: What makes it one-in-a-billion again?

Harry: It's a museum piece. And near as anyone can tell, about a thousand years old.

Harry shows Dean a photo of the instrument.

Dean: Where's it from?

Harry: No one knows.

Dean: When did it get swiped?

Harry: About... two weeks ago -- Same day Jane d*ed.

INT. - DAY - MOTEL

Dean has an entry about Gabriel's Horn of Truth up on his laptop.

Dean drains a glass of whiskey.

Castiel? Hello? Possible loose nuke down here, angelic w*apon. Kinda your department. You hear that, Cas?

Castiel appears.

Hello, Dean.

Dean: Are you kidding me? I have been on red alert about Sam, and you come for some stupid [i]horn?!

Castiel: You asked me to be here, and I came.

Dean: I -- I've been asking you to be here for days, you d*ck!

Castiel, abashed.

I didn't come about Sam because I have nothing to offer about Sam.

Dean: Well, that's great, because for all we know, he's just gift wrap for Lucifer.

Castiel: No, he's... he's not Lucifer.

Castiel grabs the bottle of whiskey.

Dean: And how do you know that?

Castiel refills Dean's glass.

Castiel: If Lucifer escaped the cage, we'd feel it.

Dean: What is wrong with him?

Castiel: I don't know, Dean. I'm sorry.

Dean: What happened to you, Cas? You used to be human, or at least like one.

Castiel: I'm at w*r. Certain... regrettable things are now required of me.

Dean: And Gabriel's Horn of Truth? That's a real thing?

Castiel: You've seen it?

Dean: We think it's in town. Something's forcing people...

Sound of angel wings fluttering. Castiel has left.

Dean: Oh, well, you're welcome!

Dean takes a swig. Castiel reappears behind him.

Castiel: It isn't the Horn of Truth.

Dean: What are you talking about? You were gone for like two seconds. Where did you look?

Castiel: Everywhere.

Dean: Right. Well, nice seeing you, anyway.

Castiel: Dean.

Dean: What?

Castiel: About your brother. I... I don't know what's wrong with him, but I do want to help. I'll make inquiries.

Castiel disappears again.

Dean: Yeah. Thanks.

Dean takes another drink.

INT. - MORGUE

PAUL's body is being pulled out.

Sam: Now, I'd actually like to see all[i]the suicides that came in this week, not just Dr. Giggles. Is that gonna be a problem?

CORONER

Well, they're -- they're already gone.

Sam: As in transferred?

CORONER

Yeah, not exactly.

Sam: Would you like to tell me what's going on here, or should I have a little chat with your supervisor?

CORONER, confidentially.

They're [i]gone.

Sam: As in... gone[i]gone?

CORONER nods.

EXT. - STREETVIEW OF A BAR CAFE.

INT. - OF BAR CAFE.

The televison is on.

ASHLEY Frank

[i]...Consumers from predatory prices. Here's the facts.

Announcer: Tune in weekdays for the newest addition to our award-winning local team.

Dean is sitting at the bar, drinking a sh*t.

ASHLEY Frank

Find out the truth about your layaway living room.

Bartender: Another one?

Dean: Uh, no, thanks. I'm working.

Bartender looks at Dean askance. Dean's phone rings.

Dean: Hey, what's up?

Sam, walking into an apartment building called Carlton Court.

All the bodies are gone.

Dean: What do you mean, they just vanished?

Sam: That's what the coroner said. But I got a lead. One of the missing bodies, she d*ed a whole week before everybody else.

Dean: su1c1de?

Sam: Reported as a car accident, but no reason it couldn't have been.

Dean: So then that would make her our patient zero, right?

Sam: I'm thinking maybe. Whatever got this whole curse thing rolling started with her. I'm at her place now, corner of Burnham and 159th.

Dean: Yeah, give me 10.

Dean to Bartender: You know what? I will have that other one.

Bartender: Thought you were working.

Dean, rubbing his eyes.

I am working up to it.

Bartender: You okay?

Dean: No, not really.

ASHLEY Frank

I talked to local experts to bring you the truth.

Bartender, pouring Dean a sh*t.

On me. Anything else I can get you?

Dean: I'd just like the freakin' truth.

Dean drains the sh*t.

Dean: But I'll settle for another one.

Bartender: Sometimes I think I can't get pregnant 'cause God knows my marriage is a sham. Why'd I say that? I mean, I've been snorting oxy all day. Why'd I say that?

Dean: I'm pretty sure I know.

ACT THREE

INT. - BAR CAFE

TELEVISION is still on.

ASHLEY Frank

I'm Ashley Frank with Frank Talk...

Dean: I've got to go. Thank you.

Dean walks by a BUSTY PATRON.

BUSTY PATRON

I'm sitting like this so you'll look at my breasts. I just bought them. I need a lotof attention.

Dean: Good luck with that.

Dean leaves, then walks back for another peek.

EXT. - BAR CAFE

Dean is walking back to the Impala. Dean calls Bobby.

Dean: Hey, anything you're itchin' to tell me?

Bobby, in his kitchen, grabbing a beer.

Not really. Sorry to disappoint.

Dean: Ah, that's all right. I'm just testing a theory.

Bobby: Well, I'm here hittin' the books while drinking a nice glass of milk, while watching "Tori & Dean."

Dean: Wh-- wait, w-who and Dean?

Bobby: Tori Spelling. I'm a huge fan. Girl's a real talent.

Dean, to himself.

Oh, I guess it does work over the phone.

Bobby: You know what else? I get a pedicure once in a while -- this nice Vietnamese joint.

Bobby takes off his boots.

Dean: Okay. Okay, please stop.

Bobby: This one gal, Nhung Phuong -- her name means "velvet Phoenix." Tiny thing, but the grip on her. She starts on my toes, and I feel like I am gonna --

Dean: Whoa, whoa! Hey, come on, ma-- now I'm scarred for life. Thank you.

Bobby: I never told anyone that. Why am I telling you?Maybe 'cause you're my favorite. Although, Sam's a better hunter. Lately, anyway.

Dean: Whoa. Why the hell amI tellin' you this?!

Dean: Because I'm cursed.

Bobby: Cursed?

Dean: Yes.

Bobby: How is it... that half the time you clean a mess, you end up dirty?

Dean: Actually, this might be the best thing that's happened to me in a while.

Bobby: What do you mean? Dean... Dean, what damn fool move are you about to --

Dean: I gotta go.

Bobby: Okay.But did you know my first girlfriend turned out to be a --

Dean, hanging up emphatically.

No, no! Mnh-mnh. Mnh-mnh.

Dean gets into the Impala, calls Sam, gets his voice mail.

Sam: It's Sam. Leave me a message.

Dean: Sam, it's me. Listen, I'm on my way to you, but if you get this before then, give me a call back. There's a few things I want to ask you.

INT. - CARLTON COURT APARTMENT

ROOMMATE

So, why is there an investigation for a car accident?

Sam: It wasn't an accident. Corey committed su1c1de.

ROOMMATE, breaking down.

You know... I wondered. I-I'm sorry. I just...

Sam hands her a box of tissues.

Sam: So, you had some idea Corey might have taken her own life?

ROOMMATE

Well... she had been going through a bit of a hard time lately... at school. And then, um, her cat, Mittens, had just ran away. But, really, it was her boyfriend. She was sure that he was cheating on her. But he was just very good at covering his tracks. Which, of course, made her completely obsessed with --

Sam: -- finding out the truth.

ROOMMATE

Yeah.

Sam: You mind if I check out her room?

EXT. - CARLTON COURT

Dean pulls up in the Impala. His phone rings.

Dean: Hey.

Lisa, in her bedroom.

So... I saw you called.

Dean: Yeah, it's been crazy.

Lisa: Ben won't even talk about it.

Dean: Lisa, I'm sorry, but this is actually the... worst time in the universe to talk. C-can we do this later?

Lisa: You shoved my kid, Dean. How about we do this now?

Dean: It wasn't like that.

Lisa: Then how was it?

Dean: I can't really explain.

Lisa: You want to know the truth?

Dean: Probably not.

Lisa: You've got so much buried in there, and you push it down, and you push it down. Do you honestly think that you can go through life like that and notfreak out? Just, what, drink half a fifth a night and you're good?

Dean: You knew what you signed up for.

Lisa: Yeah. But I didn't expect Sam to come back. And I'm glad he's okay. I am. But the minute he walked through that door, I knew. It was over. You two have the most unhealthy, tangled-up, crazy thing I've ever seen. And as long as he's in your life, you're never gonna be happy.That came out so much harsher than I meant.

Dean: It's not your fault.

Lisa: I'm not saying don't be close to Sam. I'm close to my sister. But if she got k*lled, I wouldn't bring her back from the dead!

Dean: Okay, Lis... I'm not gonna lie. Okay, me and Sam, we... we've got issues. No doubt. But you and Ben --

Lisa: Me and Ben can't be in this with you. I'm sorry.

Lisa hangs up, leaving Dean despondent.

INT. - COREY's BEDROOM

Sam is searching the room. He finds a box under the bed. He opens the box and takes out a cat's skull.

Sam: Sorry, Mittens.

INT. - STAIRCASE

Dean is walking up, Sam is walking down.

Sam: Hey, where you been? I found something.

Dean: It can wait. We got to talk.

Sam: Yeah. What's up?

Sam and Dean walk back downstairs.

Dean: There's a few things I want to ask you, and, uh, you're gonna tell me the truth.

Sam: Uh, yeah, Dean. Of course. What are you talking about? Whoa. Are you saying [i]you're...

Dean: I asked for the truth. And you know what? I'm getting it. So, like I said, I have a few questions for you[i]. When that vamp att*cked me, why did you just stand there?

Sam falters, turns on puppy dog eyes.

I-I didn't. I froze.

Dean: You froze. You have been Terminator since you got back.

Sam: I don't know. Shock? And then it was too late. I feel terrible about it. Believe me. Dean... I can't lie here. Do you really think I would let something like that happen on [i]purpose?[i]You're my [i]brother.[i]H-how could you even --

Dean: Okay. Okay. Sorry. I...I thought -- I thought I saw something. I... I guess I was wrong. It's just been a really, really bad day.

Sam: Hey. It's okay. I got your back, all right? I always have.

Dean: Thanks, Sammy.

Sam turns. His expression goes blank as he walks down the stairs.

ACT FOUR

INT. - Hotel ROOM

Dean, holding Corey's cat skull, walking to join Sam at the kitchen table.

So this was the chick's pet?

Sam, working on his laptop.

Well, she was obsessed.

Dean: I think you mean crazy.

Sam, taking the cat skull.

All right, so cat skull, uh, grains-of-paradise seed, devil's shoestring. Mix 'em well, you got yourself a summoning spell.

Dean: Demon?

Sam, showing Dean a webpage about VERITAS, Goddess of Truth.

God. Corey was so desperate for the truth about her boyfriend's cheating heart, she went digging around. Nothing panned out, so she went looking for a different kind of help.

Dean: Opened a door she couldn't close.

Sam: Yeah. Now anyone in town who asks aloud for the truth invokes Veritas. And she doesn't just give it to you. She slams you with it until you k*ll yourself and she gets her tribute.

Dean: So, all that "tribute" vanishing from the morgue. What do you think, uh, Soylent Green situation?

Sam: Gods got to eat, too. Which means we got to take her out or [i]you're[i]on the menu.

Dean: All right, well, what do we know, besides crazy cat lady?

Sam: Well, dogs are her Achilles heel.

Dean: Naturally.

Sam: And she was a pretty hands-on goddess back in the day. Her thing was coming down from the mountain to speak truth to the masses. She wanted more than tribute. She wanted to be worshipped.

Dean: An attention whore.

Sam: If you want to put it that way.

Dean: And what is the 21st-century version of speaking truth to the masses?

EXT. - NIGHT - TELEVISION STUDIO

A large, backlit poster outside the doors advertises the show, "Frank Talk", with ASHLEY Frank. Sam and Dean exit from behind the poster. Sam is carrying a desktop computer tower.

Sam: So you really think this God is slumming as some farm-league Diane Sawyer?

Dean: Eh, call it a hunch.

Dean pays off a door man. Sam puts the computer in the trunk of the Impala. Sam and Dean get in the car.

INT. - NIGHT - MOTEL ROOM

Sam and Dean are sitting on the edges of their respective bed. The television studio's computer is running through Sam's laptop, which is perched on a chair between them. Sam starts the recording, which is raw footage of "Frank Talk".

ASHLEY Frank

[i]I'm Ashley --[i](coughs) [i]I'm Ashley Frank, bringing[i]you [i]"Frank Talk." Let's do that again.

OFF-CAMERA PRODUCER

Okay, still rolling.

ASHLEY Frank

I'm Ashley Frank,bringing[i]you [i]"Frank Talk." Again. I'm Ashley Frank. Are organic fruits and veggies really worth the cost?

Dean, sitting back on his bed, drinking coffee and eating a donut.

She's creepy. I mean, the hair alone. I don't know, man. Maybe there's nothing here.

Sam, increasing the speed on the video.

Maybe.

Time elapses. Sunlight comes in through the window. Dean's bed shows evidence of having been slept in. Dean is wearing a different shirt and has moved to the table, eating a pizza. Sam is still staring intensely at the video; he does not appear to have moved in hours, except to remove his over-shirt.

ASHLEY Frank, at increased speed

Are we -- we're spinning? Do the new rent-to-own prices...

...A recent trend in furniture stores...

...But think twice before you decide to buy --

Before you make that big purchase...

...Okay.

...We'll ask the councilman ourselves.

During the last statement, ASHLEY Frank is shown standing outside a house. In the background, a large dog starts barking at her.

ASHLEY Frank, nervous

Are we still rolling?

Sam: Hold on. Check this out.

Dean comes over, sits back on the bed.

Zoom in on that.

Sam complies. Magnified, ASHLEY Frank's eyes have a non-human glow.

EXT. - NIGHT - OUTSIDE THE TELEVISION STUDIO

ASHLEY Frank drives away in a red convertible. Sam and Dean follow in the Impala. ASHLEY drives up to an enormous, modernist house. Dean parks the Impala nearby.

Sam: Looks pretty normal, right?

Dean: I'm sure inside it's chock full of creep.

The house's interior lights up as ASHLEY enters.

Dean, holding up two large knives.

Ready?

Sam, holding up a jar of liquid.

Yeah.

Dean: And that's...?

Sam: Dog's blood.

Dean: Do I even want to know where you got that?

Sam: Probably not.

Dean: Ugh.

ASHLEY is seen ascending her staircase. Sam dips the knives in the dog's blood.

Dean: All right, let's do this.

Dean and Sam exit the Impala. Camera cuts to a view of the convertible parked in front of the house, then to a minimalist but expensive-looking dining and living room, into which Dean and Sam enter.

Sam: So where's all the creep?

Dean and Sam follow a cat downstairs. They stop at a mosaic of VERITAS, which looks exactly like the one depicted on the website Sam was researching. They follow the cat into another room. The cat is seen on a gurney, lapping at a bloody, mutilated human corpse. A gutted, bleeding, torso hangs in the middle of the room. The body of the dentist lays on another gurney.

VERITAS

You came for dinner.

Sam and Dean turn to see ASHLEY Frank, now dressed in a goddess's raiment. As VERITAS, she waves her hand, sending Sam and Dean hurtling into the hanging torso. They fall to the floor of the large basin for catching blood, and lay unconscious.

Sometime later, the boys are seen sitting up in the basin. Dean is unconscious. Sam wakes up to find his hands tied behind his back, to a post. He sees VERITAS put the dog's blood-soaked knives into a drawer. Dean wakes up and is startled by the bloody torso hanging over him and Sam.

VERITAS

Mm. Sit tight. (points to the mutilated corpse) You're up next.

Dean is shocked. Sam covertly slips out a switchblade from his sleeve.

VERITAS opens the dentist's mouth and reaches in with pinchers.

Sam opens his Kn*fe, communicates a look to Dean.

VERITAS, pulling the dentist's tongue out of his mouth.

The tongue... is the tastiest part. It's where the lies roll off.

VERITAS takes a bite out of the tongue.

Dean, sickened, closes his eyes.

VERITAS

Mmm. Mmm! I cannot wait[i]to eat yours. I mean, I've seen liars before, but you two? Gold standard.

VERITAS puts down the tongue, walks away.

Sam works his Kn*fe into the rope.

Dean: Point of professional pride.

VERITAS, standing in front of Dean.

I wouldn't be so cocky if I were you, Dean. You know what happens when you base your life on lies, right? The truth comes along and... So, while you've still got your tongue, God knows you've got an earful.

Sam's Kn*fe cuts into the rope.

VERITAS, sitting next to Dean.

I think it's your turn to spill some. How 'bout we play a little truth or truth? What should we ask Dean first, hmm? Something... Personal about you? (looks at Sam) Hey, Dean, I'm curious. What do you really feel about your brother?

Dean, hesitant at first.

Better now. As of yesterday, I wanted to k*ll him in his sleep.

Sam is surprised.

Dean: I thought he was a monster. But now I think...

VERITAS

Now you think what?

Dean: He's just acting like me.

VERITAS

What do you mean?

Dean: It's the gig.

Sam's Kn*fe is almost through the rope.

Dean: You're covered in blood until you're covered in your own blood. Half the time, you're about to die. Like right now. I told myself I wanted out... that I wanted a [i]family.

VERITAS

But you were lying.

Dean: No. But what I'm good at... is slicing throats. I ain't a father. I'm a k*ller. And there's no changing that. I know that now.

VERITAS pats Dean on the shoulder, gets up and walks toward Sam.

VERITAS

So, Sam walking back into your life must have been a relief. Hmm? Mallory to your Mickey. And how do you feel about the band getting back together? Hmm, Sam?

VERITAS is now sitting next to Sam.

Sam: Look... what we do... is hard.

Dean casts about and sees a hook.

Sam: But...we watch out for each other.

Dean meets Sam's eyes, communicating a plan.

Sam: And that's what's important. And that's it. That's the truth.

VERITAS, confused.

No. No, it's not.

Sam: You said yourself -- I can't lie.

VERITAS

How are you doing that? That's not possible. You're lying[i]to me!

Sam: No, I'm not!

VERITAS

What are you? (addressing Dean) What is he?

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

VERITAS

Really? I doubt that. I doubt anything that comes out of your mouth right now. You're not human.

Dean: What?

VERITAS

You didn't know that? Now, [i]that[i]I believe.

Sam cuts through the rope, tosses the Kn*fe to Dean, grabs one of the dog's blood-soaked knives and rushes VERITAS. VERITAS knocks him back with a series of punches. Sam falls back onto the floor, dropping the Kn*fe. VERITAS begins to choke him. Dean cuts through his rope, grabs the hook and impales VERITAS through the back. She turns around. Her human face is replaced with a monstrous one. While she is thus distracted, Sam plunges the dog's blood-soaked Kn*fe into her heart. Her body lies half in the basin.

Sam stands up. Dean brandishes the other dog's blood-soaked Kn*fe at him.

ACT FIVE

INT. - VERITAS's k*lling FLOOR

Dean is threatening Sam with the dog's blood-soaked Kn*fe.

Sam: Dean, it's me.

Dean, backing Sam around the basin.

You are [i]not[i]my brother.

Sam: Just listen.

Dean: What are you?!

Sam: I'm me, Dean. Look, please, just let me explain.

Dean: Why the hell should I believe anything you say?

Sam: Okay, okay. You want the truth? Here it is. Here it is. God's honest. She was right. There's something wrong with me, really wrong. I've known it for a while. I lied to you. Yeah. And...I let you get turned by that vamp. Because I [i]knew there was a cure, Dean[i], and we [i]needed[i]in that nest! And I knew you could handle it!

Dean: Handle it?! I could've d*ed! I could've k*lled Ben.

Sam: And that should stop me cold. But I -- I just don't [i]feel[i]it.

Dean: You what?

Sam: Ever since I came back, I am a-a better hunter than I've ever been! Nothing scares me anymore! 'Cause I can't [i]feel[i]it. I don't know what's wrong with me. I think... I need help.

Sam looks solicitous. Dean is emotional. He turns away, then turns back. Sam looks hopeful. Dean hesitates, then punches Sam. Sam falls back. Dean sets upon him, punching Sam repeatedly and viciously, stopping after Sam is unconscious and bloody.