07x04 - Defending Your Life

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7.04 Defending Your Life

Air Date: 14 October 2011

NOW

EXT. DEARBORN, MICHIGAN – NIGHT

A Man is running through the streets, chased by a car. He ducks into a laneway while the car continues along the road, and stands breathing heavily and clutching his chest. He looks behind him and sees nothing. When he turns around again, the car is facing him.

Man: That's impossible.

The car accelerates towards the Man. He turns and runs, with the car close behind. He enters the door of an apartment building, runs up the stairs to at least the 9th floor and lets himself in to an apartment, where he leans against a wall panting.

Man: You're okay, you're okay. Oh, you're okay.

The Man hears the sound of an engine revving and turns around in alarm. The car accelerates towards him and crushes him against the wall.

Man: No!

SUPERNATURAL

ACT ONE

EXT. DEARBORN, MICHIGAN – DAY

Sam and Dean pull up to a crime scene and get out of the Impala.

Lucifer (in Sam's mind)

Sam.

Dean

Feels wonky.

Sam: What?

Dean

Working a regular job.

Sam: Bobby'll call if anything flares up on the Leviathan front. In the meantime, you know you want to work this case, Dean. Cop on the wire sounded dumbfounded.

Dean

No arguments. It's kind of nice, you know? We're due for a little cut and dry. And, uh...

Sam and Dean hold up FBI badges and a policeman lets them through the "Do Not Cross" line.

Dean

You seem good.

Sam: I am. For me. By the way... Thank you.

Dean

For?

Sam: Amy. I know you didn't want to let her go, but it was the right thing to do. So, thanks.

Dean

No problem.

INT. Man's APARTMENT – DAY

Sam and Dean show their ID again and duck under another "Do Not Cross" line.

Detective

Welcome to Crazytown, population – one dead guy.

Sam: Who was he?

Detective

Uh, Matthew Hammond. Seems to have been crushed to death.

Dean

By?

Detective

Well, if we weren't on the tenth floor, I'd say by a car.

A police photographer takes a picture of a bloodstained brick wall with a hole knocked through it. Sam takes out his EMF reader.

Sam: It's going crazy.

Dean

Some kind of ghost?

Dean

With a license? License to k*ll.

Sam: Seriously? Huh.

Dean

What do you got?

Sam: I don't know. Looks like some kind of powder.

Dean

Sulfur?

Sam: No. Just dirt. Could be "Christine"-like.

Dean

Ugh. Even possessed cars can't do stairs. It's something spectral.

Dean picks up a token from a bowl of knick-knacks.

Dean

Check this out. "AA, 10 years." Dead and sober.

Dean tosses the token to Sam.

Dean

Double crappy.

Sam is looking at some papers.

Sam: There's a charge keeps coming up. 50 bucks a month at a place called Jane's. All right. Congrats on your sobriety.

Sam tosses the token back to Dean.

Sam: I'll go find out what Jane's is.

Dean

I gave up AA for Lent.

Sam: We're not Catholic.

Dean

Always with the details. AA gives me the jeebs.

Sam: Wow. Shocker.

Dean

Shut up.

Sam: Fine. I'll hit the meeting, you go hit on Jane.

EXT. DEARBORN OUTREACH CENTER – DAY

Sam and a Woman are talking outside the building.

Woman: Matt was a nice guy. Kind of a tortured soul. Join the club. But he just seemed to have a lot going on.

Sam: Any idea what it was? Family, a girl?

Woman: He played it all pretty close to the vest. Something was eating at him, though, the last time I saw him. He almost slipped.

Sam: When?

Woman: Just before he d*ed, I guess. Called me from Neal's Tavern. Said he was an inch away from drinking. So I ran over, talked him off the ledge.

Sam: Well, do you know what triggered it?

Woman: Like I said, he didn't share much.

INT. ‘JANE's FLOWERS' FLORIST SHOP – DAY

Woman: May I help you?

Dean

Uh, yes. I, uh...

Dean holds up his FBI badge.

Dean

Just had a few questions about a customer of yours, name of Matthew Hammond.

Woman: Uh, sure. He's not in trouble, is he?

Dean

Actually, Mr. Hammond is no longer with us.

Woman: Oh. Now it all makes sense.

Dean

What does?

Woman: He came in, couple days ago, paid me three years in advance to keep his monthly delivery going.

Dean

And where do the flowers go?

Woman: A Miss Elizabeth Duren.

Dean

You mind, uh, writing Elizabeth's address down? I'd like to pay her a visit.

EXT. GRAVEYARD – NIGHT

Sam and Dean are walking through the graveyard with flashlights.

Dean

Here we go. Meet Elizabeth Duren.

Sam: d*ed at 10. Wow. So, who was she?

Dean

I don't know. Why don't we chew on it back at the motel?

INT. Hotel ROOM – NIGHT

Sam is reading the Detroit Daily News archives online on his laptop.

Sam: Elizabeth Duren. k*lled 10 years ago when a neighbor backed out of his driveway. Didn't see her bike. No one was ever charged. Police ruled it an accident.

Dean

Let me guess. The neighbor's our tenth-floor pancake.

Sam nods.

Sam: At least we know he felt bad. I mean, the flowers...

Dean

Kind of makes you wonder if the guy wasn't drunk when he ran her over.

Dean looks at the beer bottle he's drinking from. Sam watches him.

Sam: Yeah. All right. Well, regardless, now that we got a decent bead on ghost rider, let's go.

Dean

What?

Sam: Burn her bones. Put her to rest.

Dean

The fun never stops.

EXT. GRAVEYARD – NIGHT

Sam and Dean dig, salt and burn.

EXT. CITY STREETS – NIGHT

A German Shepherd dog is chasing a Man. He enters a diner, closes and locks the glass door behind him, and leans with his back against the door, breathing heavily. The dog leaps at the door, barking, and the Man runs through the diner to the men's room.

Man: Keep that thing away from me!

The dog is no longer visible at the front door. The Man locks the door of the men's room behind him and leans with his back against it, breathing heavily.

Man: All right.

The Man takes out his cell phone and makes a call.

Woman (V-O)

911. What is your emergency?

Man: I need help. There's a dog after me...

Woman (V-O)

What is your address?

Man: I – I – I don't know! I'm – some restaurant somewhere. I'm –

The Man sees the dog reflected in the mirror. It is sitting in the corner watching him.

Woman (V-O)

Sir? Sir?

The Man lowers the phone and turns towards the dog.

Woman (V-O)

Hello? Hello sir, can you hear me?

The dog growls and leaps at the Man, barking.

Man: No. No!

Blood splatters the wall.

Woman (V-O)

Sir, you need to calm down. We'll send paramedics. Just tell me where you are. Sir? Sir?

The Man lies dead on the ground.

ACT TWO

INT. Hotel ROOM – NIGHT

Dean and Sam enter the room. Sam is reading a newspaper.

Dean

Oh, another night at the office. Why don't you take the first shower?

Sam: Listen to this. "A local man, Christopher Fisher, was ripped to shreds in a wild animal att*ck last night."

Dean

It is a dangerous world out there.

Dean sits on a bed, takes off his jacket and flops backwards onto the bed. Sam sits at the table.

Sam: He was in the restroom of a diner.

Dean sits up again.

Dean

Yeah, that doesn't sound right.

Sam: Apparently, uh, none of the patrons saw anything. Guy calls 911, screaming about a dog, but the operator didn't hear anything, either.

Sam is now using his laptop.

Sam: Wow. Looks like this guy had a history with dogs.

Dean

Meaning?

Sam: Five years ago, he was arrested for running a dog-fighting operation.

Dean gets up from the bed and joins Sam at the table.

Dean

Classy. All right. So, what? He causes so much misery that some Rottweiler goes Cujo on him from beyond the grave? Wait a second. Do... do dogs even have ghosts?

Sam: First I've heard of it.

Dean

That sounds weird. Ghost dog?

Sam: No weirder than ghost car, you know?

Dean

You know what does make sense? Vengeance on the guy that Michael Vick'd you. I mean, I'm no one to judge, but it sounds to me like that guy had it coming.

Sam: Maybe... But maybe not. So, he got busted, got probation, started volunteering at an animal shelter.

Dean

Yeah, 'cause he had to.

Sam: At first, yeah. But he kept going long after he served his time. Looks like he got really into it. Raised a lot of money for the cause.

Sam turns the laptop around to show Dean an article titled "Dog shelter thanks volunteers for efforts."

Dean

Huh.

Sam: People change.

Dean

Yeah, tell that to ghost dog.

Dean gets up and walks away from the table, holding one hand to his back.

Sam: All right. Uh, get suited up. Let's go check out the body.

Dean

What?

Sam: What?

Dean

What?

Dean turns back towards Sam.

Dean

What?

Sam: Nothing. I... You okay?

Dean

Peachy. Yeah, let's do this.

EXT. WAYNE COUNTY CORONER's OFFICE – DAY

Sam: So, guess what I found. Red dirt. Under his nails. On his shoes, too.

Dean

Just like the, uh, car-crash guy's floor?

Sam: Yeah. So, gotta be someplace around here they both walked.

INT. Impala, IN A RURAL AREA – DAY

Dean

An apple farm?

Sam: Yeah. Apparently whatever's in red dirt makes great apples.

Dean

Wow. I'd be so interested in that if I ate apples.

Sam: So this one's supposed to be pretty old, uh, mostly abandoned. Few hundred acres.

Dean

A few hundred?! We're gonna be searching all year.

A graying Man runs out into the road and holds out his arms to stop the car.

Dean

Whoa!

Dean brakes hard and stops just in front of the Man. Sam and Dean get out.

Sam: Hey. Uh... You okay?

Dean

Guy just jumped in front of a car, Sam.

Sam: Uh, you want us to help you, sir?

The Man is leaning over, breathing hard.

Dean

Okay, well, why don't we get you out of here before you get roadkilled, huh?

Man: Yeah.

INT. Hotel ROOM – DAY

Sam hands the Man a glass of water.

Sam: So, Warren. Just, uh, take a minute. Tell us what's going on.

WARREN

Look – you're good people, I can see that, but you can't do anything for me. No one can.

Dean

Why not?

WARREN

Cause it's all impossible. You won't even believe me.

Dean

Well, try us.

WARREN

I was just put on trial and sentenced to death.

Dean

What'd you do?

WARREN

Held up a liquor store. I k*lled the owner and his wife. I wasn't thinking. I was young.

Dean

Young? When was this?

WARREN

1981.

Dean

And they just put you on trial?

WARREN

No, no, I just got out of prison.

Dean

Okay, you're making less sense the more you talk.

Dean gets up from his chair. Sam also gets up and holds out an arm to stop Dean.

Sam: No, it's okay. Just... go on.

WARREN

Did 30 years. I just got paroled. Not that you're ever free of that. I think about it every day.

Sam: So, then, what were you running from?

WARREN

Well, I told you – the trial! All I know is, one minute I'm at the bar, and the next, I get jumped, wake up in a damn courtroom.

Dean

Courtroom? Like a... courtroom?

WARREN

Well, no. There was a judge. Everything was crazy. It was in a barn.

Sam: At the apple farm?

WARREN

Yeah.

Sam: And this bar where you were grabbed?

WARREN

Neal's Tavern.

Sam [to Dean]

Same place Matthew Hammond went before his... car accident. Think maybe dog guy went there, too?

Sam [to WARREN]

Is there anything else you can tell us?

WARREN

You believe me? Who the hell are you?

Sam: We kind of... specialize in crazy. So, uh, this judge – he got a name?

WARREN

No. But there was these weird symbols.

Sam: Symbols? Do you remember any of 'em? Can you draw them?

Sam gives WARREN some paper and a pencil.

Dean

Excuse us a sec.

Dean [to Sam]

Can I talk to you?

EXT. STREET OUTSIDE Hotel – DAY

Sam: What is it?

Dean

"What is it?" Sam, uh... How about a drunk driver, Michael Vick, a m*rder*r?

Sam: And?

Dean

And... when did our black-and-white case turn to mud? I'm just saying I'm having a hard time not rooting for the ghosts on this one.

Sam: No, you said it yourself – it's not on us to judge.

Dean

Yeah, except that that's complete crap. Everybody judges all day long. Look, I'm just supposed to ignore what that guy did?

Sam: We've sh*t people, Dean – more than two.

Dean

Yeah, you know what? When those ghosts come to kick my ass, they've got a compelling case.

Sam: So, what, you're saying – what? You don't want to work the job anymore?

Dean

I'm just saying, you know, one simple friggin' day on the job – is that too much to ask?

Sam: Well, look. I'm gonna go out, I'm gonna go try and find that barn. You coming?

Dean

I'm gonna check the bar.

Sam: To work or drink?

Dean

I haven't decided.

Dean walks away.

INT. Hotel ROOM – DAY

WARREN

What's going on? Where'd he go?

Sam: He, uh... Everything's fine. Look, let's go back to that farm.

WARREN

Oh, no, no. No, I'm not going back.

Sam: Warren, I need your help finding that barn.

WARREN

It's red – it stands out. I'm not going back. They're out there.

Sam: Who?

WARREN

The people I k*lled. I just – no. No!

Sam: You're safer with me than not.

WARREN

No.

Sam: Okay.

Sam grabs the piece of paper WARREN is holding.

Sam: Fine.

Sam makes a salt circle around a chair in which WARREN is sitting.

Sam: I need you to stay inside this circle until I get back, okay? It'll protect you.

WARREN

How?

Sam: Just trust me, okay? I'm trying to help.

Sam turns on the television and tosses WARREN the remote.

Sam: Stay put.

Sam takes out his phone and makes a call.

Sam (on phone)

Bobby? Hey. Me. Listen – I'm sending you some symbols to look up.

Sam leaves the room. He mouths "Stay put" to WARREN.

INT. NEAL's TAVERN – DAY

A man bumps into Dean.

Dean

No. Excuse me. Ah. Dive sweet dive.

Dean sits at the bar.

Bartender: Hey.

Dean

Well, now I know why everybody comes here.

Bartender: What can I get ya?

Dean

Scotch and soda. You know, hold the soda. Make it a double. So, you, uh – you work the night shift?

Bartender: Why? You plan on making this a regular thing?

Dean laughs.

Dean

No, I just got a few questions. Believe it or not I'm a cop.

Bartender: I believe it. You look like you've seen some crap. I'm sorry, I was off all week, but Frank'll be back tomorrow.

Dean

Right. Eh... I'll do another.

Bartender: Love life or job? Two quick doubles, it's something. I'm Mia, by the way.

Dean

Well, Mia, that is a complex question. I'm Dean, by the way.

MIA

Well, Dean, luckily I'm like a c*ptive shrink with unlimited alcohol. So, sh**t.

Dean laughs again.

Dean

You like to hear people's problems, do ya?

MIA

I get curious. On occasion.

MIA pours another drink for Dean and one for herself.

Dean

Work thing. Since you asked. You ever, uh... You ever do something behind someone's back because you had to?

MIA

Now you feel bad? Well, Dean, if you had to, why feel guilty? That doesn't make any sense.

Dean

Hmm.

They clink glasses.

Dean

Well, you know, we don't have enough room for the worms if we pop that can, sister.

Dean taps his glass to indicate he wants another drink.

MIA

You may want to slow your roll there.

Dean

The more I drink, the better I tip.

MIA

Yeah, well, I'm off in an hour. So don't pass out on me.

Dean

Well, then I think I'll switch to beer.

MIA

Good choice.

EXT. APPLE FARM – NIGHT

Sam drives up to the barn and gets out of the Impala. He enters the barn and looks around. The floor is red dirt. Sam's phone rings.

Sam (on phone)

Hey, Bobby, what do ya got?

INT. STORAGE UNIT – NIGHT

Bobby is sitting at a table surrounded by books.

Bobby (on phone)

Those chicken scratches – definitely Egyptian. "Book of the Dead."

The scene alternates between Sam in the barn and Bobby in the storage unit.

Sam (on phone)

So, good news, then.

Bobby (on phone)

They identify the God Osiris. Real authoritarian type. He gets ahold of you, he's judge, jury, and executioner. Lore says that he can see directly into the human heart. He weighs the guilt. If he finds more than a feather's worth – boom, you're done.

Sam (on phone)

So what's he doing in Dearborn?

Bobby (on phone)

Well, it seems like he just pops up and does his circuit-judge act and then disappears again. That's all I got so far.

Bobby (on phone)

You know what this means.

Sam (on phone)

Yeah. We've got to find him before he goes underground again.

Bobby (on phone)

No, you idjit. It means you two got to get the hell out of Dodge. This guy hones in on people who feel guilty. Who does that sound like to you?

EXT. OUTSIDE NEAL's TAVERN – NIGHT

Dean

It's been a while. But you owe yourself. It's nothing but a ground ball – you just got to put your mitt down. You are Dean Winchester. This is what you do.

Dean's phone rings. As he takes it out of his pocket, he walks offscreen, but his shadow is visible on the wall of the tavern. An arm grabs him from behind and his phone falls to the ground.

ACT THREE

INT. BARN AT APPLE FARM – NIGHT

Sam (on phone)

Dude, third message. You better not be loaded. Call me. This is important.

Sam hangs up. His phone rings and he answers it.

EXT. OUTSIDE NEAL's TAVERN – NIGHT

Sam (on phone, V-O)

Dean. About time, man. I –

MIA (on phone)

Uh, hello?

The scene alternates between Sam in the barn and MIA outside the tavern.

Sam (on phone)

Who is this?

MIA (on phone)

Oh, well, I just – I picked this off the ground, where I've been standing for ten minutes listening to it ring. Is this Dean's phone?

Sam (on phone)

Yeah.

MIA (on phone)

Well... He was supposed to meet me here.

Sam (on phone)

Where are you? I can be right there.

INT. MOTEL ROOM – NIGHT

WARREN is still sitting in the chair surrounded by the salt circle. The television picture turns to static and the lights flicker.

WARREN

Sam?

WARREN hears glass shatter and gets up. He breaks the salt circle with his foot and runs out of the room, along the hallway and down some stairs. At the bottom of a stairwell he sees the ghosts of a man and a woman. He turns and runs back up the stairs, only to see the Same ghosts in the hallway.

WARREN

No. Please. I'm sorry.

The ghosts approach him and the MALE GHOST raises a g*n.

WARREN

Please.

MALE GHOST

You did it to us.

The MALE GHOST fires.

EXT. OUTSIDE NEAL's TAVERN – NIGHT

MIA

Uh, here it is.

MIA hands Sam Dean's phone.

MIA

Uh, well, I hope he's okay.

Sam: Now, where exactly did you find this phone?

MIA

Uh... there.

Sam: Thanks.

Sam goes to the spot MIA indicated and finds red dirt.

INT. BARN AT APPLE FARM – NIGHT

Sam enters the barn holding a shotgun. In another part of the barn, Dean is chained to a chair in a room that contains an ornate throne and Egyptian statues.

Dean

Really, Warren? All you noticed were the symbols?

OSIRIS is now on the throne.

OSIRIS

Quit squirming, Mr. Winchester. They're Houdini-proof. Now, you want to talk charges, or...

Dean

I'd rather talk about your Bukowski schtick at the bar. What, you can't jump a guy when he's sober?

OSIRIS

You and that waitress had quite a talk, huh? Get a couple drinks in you, and the guilt comes pouring out.

Dean

Oh, eavesdropping – that's cute.

OSIRIS

Speaking of... You're gonna skulk all night, Sam?

The door to the room slides open by itself, revealing Sam.

Dean

Sam?

OSIRIS

Nice job finding us. I assume you figured out who I am, too?

Sam: Yeah.

Dean

You want to fill me in?

Sam: Osiris. He's an Egyptian God.

OSIRIS

Ta-da! Now, go about your business, Sammy.

Sam: Look, if anyone should be on trial, it's me.

OSIRIS

That's for me to decide. Now go away.

Sam: But he – he has the right to an attorney. Doesn't he?

OSIRIS

Huh.

Sam: Let me defend him.

OSIRIS

Well, that's unusual.

Sam: Are you gonna respect his rights or not?

OSIRIS

Why not?

Dean

Uh, Sam? You're not a Lawyer.

Sam takes a seat next to Dean.

Sam: I was pre-law.

Dean

Yeah, pre.

OSIRIS

All right, then. Let's get started. Now, the list of witnesses I can call – endless.

Sam: Objection!

OSIRIS

Are you gonna let me finish my sentence, Sam?

Sam: No. This isn't fair.

OSIRIS

Fair? I'm sorry. Moving on. I can make it very simple. Three witnesses.

Sam: Objection!

OSIRIS

Grounds?

Sam: Witness is being called without prior notice.

Dean

Good one.

Sam: I saw that on "The Good Wife."

OSIRIS

Yes. Very fine objection. Denied!

Sam: What? Why?

OSIRIS

Because I'm the judge, son. Now stop objecting, or I'll find you in contempt – that is, k*ll you. So I advise you to let me move it along. The pRosecution calls Joanna Beth Harvelle to the stand.

JO's ghost appears.

Dean

Jo?

Jo: Dean. Sam. Long time.

OSIRIS beckons and Jo takes a seat near his throne.

OSIRIS

State your name for the court.

Jo: Jo Harvelle.

OSIRIS

And... what is your relationship to Dean Winchester?

Jo: We worked together.

OSIRIS

Isn't it true that you admired him?

Jo: Well, as a hunter... yeah. As a guy, he was kind of a jerk.

Dean looks somewhat hurt.

OSIRIS

So you saw him as a mentor of sorts?

Jo: I wouldn't put it like that.

OSIRIS

How would you put it?

Jo: I don't know. I trusted him. So if you're trying to say that he was a bad guy or something –

OSIRIS

Was it hard?

Jo: What?

OSIRIS

Working with him... considering your feelings.

Jo: No. What feelings?

OSIRIS

You would have done quite a bit for him – followed him into any battle.

Jo: I know what you're getting at, and it's bull.

OSIRIS

So Dean had nothing to do with your first case, the one that started it all.

Jo: It wasn't like that.

OSIRIS

No feelings. None at all. You would have chosen the Same exact road. Ended up in that hardware store, holding the fuse.

Dean

Oh, you're a piece of work. You know that? Putting words in her mouth –

OSIRIS gestures towards Dean and Dean gulps.

OSIRIS

Keep him under control, counsel... or I'll remove his tongue.

OSIRIS gestures again and Dean draws a deep breath.

OSIRIS

Your witness.

Sam gets up and stands in front of Jo.

Sam: Jo. So, um... your dad... was in the life?

Jo: Yes, he was.

Sam: And your relationship with him?

Jo: Good. I mean...

Sam: You idolized him.

Jo: Basically.

Sam: So why'd you start? To impress some loudmouth ass you just met... Or 'cause you wanted to be like your dad?

Jo: Daddy issues. Definitely. Listen, Dean, I don't –

OSIRIS flicks his hand and JO's ghost disappears.

OSIRIS

All right. You two can have a moment to strategize. And then I'll call my next witness.

Sam sits down next to Dean again.

Sam: All right. Who's the next witness? He looked at you like you'd know.

Dean

I got no clue. This whole thing's like a friggin' episode of "Pee-Wee's Playhouse."

OSIRIS

Next witness! The pRosecution calls... Sam Winchester to the stand.

OSIRIS gestures to the witness's chair.

OSIRIS

Sam... Not exactly the life you expected, is it?

Sam: Details a little different.

OSIRIS

For a while there, you were gonna be a real Lawyer. Marry Jess.

Sam: Yeah, that was a long time ago.

OSIRIS

But were you or were you not happily out of the family racket until Dean showed back up in that gas guzzler? Ah-ah. The truth, now.

Sam: It's complicated.

OSIRIS

That one act had quite a domino effect. Come back, your girl's dead.

Sam: Well, that wasn't his fault.

OSIRIS

Sure, and neither is everything that came after – all the death and the blood and hanging on by a thread. None of that is on Dean, directly.

OSIRIS

But don't you think that your brother dragged you back into that catastrophic mess because he'd rather damn you with him than be alone?

There is a long pause.

Sam: No. One way or another, I'd have gotten pulled back in.

OSIRIS

You know that for certain?

Sam: Pretty sure.

OSIRIS

Pretty sure.

Sam: I'm positive.

OSIRIS

I believe you. Hey, if it was about convincing me, I would say...

Sam: What?

OSIRIS

I don't decide anything, Sam. I don't decide Dean's guilt. I just weigh the guilt that's already there. This is solely about how Dean feels, way down deep. Them's the breaks.

Sam: Wait. So, if Dean believes he's innocent, then he is?

OSIRIS

If. A big if. Why do I bring up the past? To see if he feels like dog food about it. People want to be judged. They really do. When your heart's heavy, let me tell you, real punishment's a mercy.

Sam: I want to call Dean to the stand.

OSIRIS

Oh, you do, now? There is an order to this stuff, you know. Okay. I'll allow it.

OSIRIS snaps his fingers and Dean's chains fall away.

Sam is standing in front of Dean, who is in the witness chair.

Sam: So, Dean. When you came and got me, did you know Jess would die? Or any of it?

Dean

'Course not.

Sam: Right. How could you? I mean, are you psychic? That's a question.

Dean

No. Uh, definitely not psychic.

Sam: Great. So why would you feel guilty about not predicting the future?

Dean

Yeah, I guess that doesn't make any sense. Actually, yeah, no, I don't.

Sam: What about Jo? Did you actually k*ll her?

Dean

Uh, no.

Sam: Isn't it true that you don't feel guilty about her – that you're just... sad she's dead? That it just... blows?

Dean

Actually... Maybe, yeah.

OSIRIS

Mm-mm-mm. I like your style, Sam. Very engaging.

Sam: Dean. Does any of this feel like it's really... on you?

Dean

Not really.

Sam: Then is your heart heavy with guilt or just plain heavy and none of this guy's business?

Dean

Uh, what you said – the second thing.

Sam: Then I rest my case.

OSIRIS

Very good... Both of you. All right. Because I really enjoyed that, I'm gonna be generous and ask – Dean, do you want me to call my last witness?

OSIRIS

Or have we had enough?

Dean sighs heavily.

Sam: What the hell's he talking about?

Dean

Enough Ally McBealing. Just drop the hammer, will ya?

Sam: Wait, Dean, he's giving us more time!

Dean

It's not gonna make a difference, Sam!

OSIRIS

You need another moment? You done?

OSIRIS bangs his staff three times on the ground.

OSIRIS

The court's reached a verdict. I find you, Dean Winchester, guilty in your heart... and sentence you to die. I'd suggest you get your affairs in order quickly.

ACT FOUR

EXT. STREET OUTSIDE Hotel – NIGHT

Sam and Dean arrive in the Impala. The area is a crime scene. Police officers wheel away a body on a stretcher.

INT. Hotel ROOM – NIGHT

Sam and Dean enter and see the empty chair and broken salt line.

Sam: Damn it, I told him.

Dean

Osiris would have got to him one way or another. Guy's batting a thousand.

Sam: There's still time. We can figure something out.

sh*ts of Sam on the phone and Dean researching on the laptop as Sam paces the room, then Sam still pacing as Dean sits on the bed with his head bowed. Sam's phone rings.

Sam (on phone)

Bobby. What do you got?

INT. Bobby's CAR – NIGHT

Bobby (on phone)

A way to give Osiris a dirt nap.

The scene alternates between Sam in the hotel room and Bobby in his car.

Sam (on phone)

Good. We need it.

Sam nods to Dean, who is drinking a glass of whiskey.

Bobby (on phone)

Now, as near as I can figure, it ought to put him down for a couple of centuries, at least. It's worked a few times since the Pharaohs were big.

Sam (on phone)

So it's temporary?

Bobby (on phone)

Long temporary. I say we slap that band-aid on and leave finding a cure to some hunter in a space suit. Now, you're gonna need to s*ab him with a ram's horn.

Sam (on phone)

A ram's horn? Where am I gonna find a ram's horn in Dearborn?

Bobby (on phone)

No clue. But make sure it's a sharp piece. He ain't gonna let you s*ab him twice.

Sam (on phone)

Yeah. Thanks.

Sam hangs up and heads for the laptop.

Sam: Ram's horn. Ahh... okay.

His internet search returns 1,612 results.

Sam: Huh. Apparently, uh, Jewish people blow through them once a year.

Dean

Where you gonna find one this time of night?

Sam: Uh... synagogue?

Dean

You're gonna steal from a temple? Well, that's a new low.

Dean drinks more whiskey.

Sam: You're on death row, Dean. Quit joking around. Here. Keys. I'll be back.

Dean

The d*ck's gonna sic Jo after me, Sam.

Sam: You're a hunter, Dean. You know how to deal with ghosts.

Dean gives Sam the keys to the Impala.

Dean

So, you suggesting I k*ll her again?

Sam: You didn't k*ll her, Dean. I'll hurry.

Sam leaves. Dean makes a salt circle around himself.

Dean

You can come out now.

INT. SYNAGOGUE – NIGHT

Sam is looking around an office with a flashlight. He sees a ram's horn and picks it up. A RABBI enters the room and turns on the light.

RABBI

I'm guessing you're not here for bar mitzvah lessons.

Sam: Uh...

INT. NEAL's TAVERN – NIGHT

A Woman customer at the bar is talking to MIA. OSIRIS watches.

INT. Hotel ROOM – NIGHT

Jo: You know I'd never do this.

Dean

I know.

Jo: I guess it's his thing. Some kind of twisted eye for an eye.

Dean

It's okay.

Jo: No, it's not. You deserve better.

Dean

No, you did. You deserved better, Jo.

Impala – NIGHT

Sam is driving with the ram's horn on the seat beside him.

INT. Hotel ROOM – NIGHT

Jo: Dean, my life was good. Really.

Dean

He was right, you know – that d*ck judge, about me.

Jo: No, he wasn't.

Dean

You were a kid.

Jo: Not true.

Dean

You and Sam. I just – you know, hunters are never kids. I never was. I didn't even stop to think about it.

Jo: It's not your fault. It wasn't on you.

Dean

No, but I didn't want to do it alone. Who does? No, the right thing would have been to send your ass back home to your mom.

Jo: Like to have seen you try. He was right about one thing.

Dean

What, your massive crush on me?

Jo smiles.

Jo: Shut up. You carry all kinds of crap you don't have to, Dean. It kinda gets clearer when you're dead.

Dean

Well, in that case, you should be able to see that I am 90%... crap. I get rid of that, what then?

Jo: You really want to die not knowing? Dean.

Dean

Yeah.

Jo: It's time.

JO's ghost turns on the burners on the gas stove.

EXT. NEAL's TAVERN – NIGHT

The Woman leaves the bar and walks down the street. OSIRIS is waiting around a corner.

INT. Hotel ROOM – NIGHT

JO's ghost disappears from where it is standing at the stove and reappears almost instantly just outside Dean's salt circle.

Jo: Come on, Dean. I used to hunt ghosts. I know the tricks.

The window glass shatters and wind breaks the salt circle.

Jo: He's making me do this.

Dean

It's okay.

EXT. STREET NEAR NEAL's TAVERN – NIGHT

The Woman reaches her car, takes her keys out of her bag, drops them and picks them up. OSIRIS puts a hand on her shoulder, turns her around and covers her mouth with his hand as she tries to scream.

INT. Hotel ROOM – NIGHT

JO's ghost takes a lighter out of Dean's pocket.

EXT. STREET NEAR NEAL's TAVERN – NIGHT

The Woman and OSIRIS struggle. Sam comes up behind OSIRIS and stabs him with the ram's horn. OSIRIS's eyes change to blue light and his face cracks as he falls to the ground.

INT. Hotel ROOM – NIGHT

JO's ghost strokes Dean's cheek and drops the lighter, then vanishes. Dean looks around.

Dean

Jo?

ACT FIVE

EXT. NEXT TO A RIVER – DAY

Sam and Dean are drinking beers next to the Impala.

Sam: So, uh, it seem like... you know, like... she was in pain?

Dean

No. No, just kind of faded. Regular Jo. Actually, maybe a little happier.

Dean takes a drink of his beer.

Dean

I got a question. So where the hell did that come from, volunteering to defend me?

Sam: He was gonna kick me out.

Dean

I don't know, man – in another life, you uh... you might have made a pretty decent scuzzbag.

Sam laughs.

Sam: I'm 0 for 1, Dean.

Dean

Ah, it's not your fault. You were pretty convincing.

Sam: So, who was he talking about?

Dean

Who?

Sam: That whole final witness thing.

Dean

No idea. Honestly, that could be just about anybody dead we know. By the way... I mean, I get why Judge Judy put me on trial – I got guilt coming out of my pores. But... why'd he skip you?

Sam: I think I just don't... feel guilty anymore.

Dean

Come on.

Sam: Look, I don't know what to tell you, Dean. I mean, I've spent a lot of time feeling pretty crappy – like, my whole life.

Dean

What, you got a secret stash of happy pills?

Sam: Hell.

Dean looks quizzical.

Sam: Look, I'm not saying it's logical. I just... you know, I feel like I did a lot of stuff I should have felt bad for, and then I paid a lot of dues and came out the other side, you know?

Dean

And that worked? I mean, you really feel like your – your slate's wiped?

Sam: No. Nothing ever gets wiped.

Sam starts to walk around to the passenger side of the Impala.

Sam: You know? Sometimes I see Lucifer when I friggin' brush my teeth, but, I don't know, I guess I just finally feel like... my past is my past, and I can move on with my life. You know, hopefully.

Dean

Easier said than done.

Sam: Not arguing that.

Dean

Well, I don't know whether to be, uh, jealous or weirded out.

Sam: You'll get used to it. I mean, I don't want to sound lame, but... I kind of feel good, Dean.

Dean

Well, you are going to be a pleasure to ride with.

They get into the Impala and drive away.

END