10.01 Black (transcript)
Written by: Jeremy Carver
Directed by: Robert Singer
Air Date: October 7, 2014THE ROAD SO FAR
[Pat Benatar's "Heartbreaker" plays over the recap]
TEASER
[We open on someone's hands suspended above their head with chains. The camera pulls back to reveal what appears to be a woman, bleeding from several wounds]
DAR
I heard the rumors. I said "no, that can't be." A Winchester, one of us? But it's true, isn't it? Whatever soul you had; whatever boy scout code you cuddled up to at night; it's all gone. Leaving what? Look at you!
[The camera pans around to reveal: surprise, it's SAM, holding a bloody knife]
SAM
Where is Crowley?
DAR
Eat me.
[SAM nods and smirks, hesitates, then steps forward and plunges the knife into DAR's stomach]
SAM
One more time! Where is Crowley?!
[SAM twists the blade as DAR moans in pain]
SAM
Where's my brother?
DAR
I don't know!
SAM
Then you're going to call somebody who does!
[SAM cuts DAR's neck and holds a cup to it to catch the blood]
DAR
No one knows! They won't answer!
SAM
Make the call!
DAR
We're under orders!!
SAM
Make the call!!
DAR [crying]
Please!
[SAM drops the cup and grabs DAR's face and screams at her]
SAM
Where's My Brother?!!??!!!
ACT ONE
[Exterior of Men of Letters Bunker. Now inside, we pan over the table with books on "Demonic Possession" and "Rituals of Human Possession" amid stacks of files and papers. SAM is on the phone]
SAM
Right, right; so, no noticeable crop failures, no mass cattle deaths, nothing?
VOICE [on phone]
No, nothing on the radar, nothing on the scope. I'd say that's a good thing.
SAM
No...yeah, yeah, yeah, you're right. I hear you, Mike. Thanks. That is a good thing. Alright, well keep me posted if anything does pop up.
MIKE
Alright. Watch yourself, Sam.
SAM
I will. You got it. Thanks.
[SAM hangs up the phone. We notice that his right arm is immobilized in a sling. Cut to SAM slowly washing his face with his one good hand, and staring into the mirror. Cut to a police scanner on a desk, more open books, and SAM researching crop conditions on his laptop. More time passes; SAM opens the door to Dean's bedroom and turns on the light. He picks up a folded note from Dean's pillow, which reads "SAMMY LET ME GO." Cut to SAM now in the kitchen, with breakfast and a cup of coffee, still researching on his laptop. Something catches his eye: a page about a "Missing Ohio Man Found Slain in Wisconsin." He snatches up his phone and dials]
[Interior of a crappy motel room. We look down upon CASTIEL lying in bed, half-wearing a robe. His phone lights up and starts to vibrate on the nightstand next to him.]
CASTIEL
Sam. Hello.
SAM
I think I might have found something.
CASTIEL
Oh good, good. [coughs several times painfully]
SAM
Cas? You there?
CASTIEL
It's okay, I'm...um...I'm okay. Go...go on. [coughs more painfully]
SAM
Alright, get this. A "John Doe" who was murdered in Wisconsin a week ago turns out to be this guy named Drew Nealy who went missing from religious order in Northern Ohio...okay?
CASTIEL
Yeah? [more coughing]
SAM
Now, Drew Nealy had been missing for 3 years. Killed his wife, his kids...just disappeared. I know it's thin, but...if this guy was possessed...
CASTIEL
That would make him the first [another coughing fit]
SAM
The first lead, the first anything we've seen in... [Sam stops himself, hearing CASTIEL's nonstop coughing]
CASTIEL
[coughs] Sorry.
SAM
Actually...you know what...now that I'm looking at this more I think I uh...I think I jumped the gun here, buddy.
CASTIEL
No, Sam, you said it was something.
SAM
Yeah...uh...it's...it's not. I was wrong, sorry.
CASTIEL
I can help.
SAM
Cas...we tried that.
CASTIEL
Sam...you can't blame what that demon did to your shoulder on me; you were out of...
SAM
I'm not, I'm not blaming anything on you. What happened, happened, and...you need to be worrying about yourself. I really shouldn't have bothered you.
CASTIEL
How are you, Sam?
SAM
Good. I'm alright. I'm just...tired, you know. Be better when we get him back...after...after I kick his butt.
CASTIEL
I miss him.
SAM
Yeah.
CASTIEL
Why would he just disappear?
SAM
Who says he had a choice?
CASTIEL
Well then, who wrote the note? If there's any chance...any chance at all that Dean is still...
SAM
Still...even remotely Dean?
[SAM sadly hangs up the phone, as does CASTIEL. The somber music gives way to the sounds of Right Said Fred's "I'm Too Sexy," and we then cut to DEAN, singing karaoke.]
DEAN [singing badly]
I'm too sexy for my love; too sexy for my love; love's going to leave me.
[The crowd is booing DEAN's terrible singing. DEAN, like honey badger, don't care. He smiles at a waitress, ANNE-MARIE. She acknowledges him with a smile as she walks by. We see that CROWLEY is sitting at a table in the bar, talking to two other men]
DEAN [singing even more off-key]
I'm too sexy for my shirt. Too sexy for my shirt, so sexy it hurts. And I'm too sexy for Milan; too sexy for Milan, New York and Japan!
GIRL IN CROWD
Turn it off!!
DEAN [taking a swig from his beer bottle]
Everybody!
[Cut to DEAN in bed, rolling off of ANNE-MARIE, both naked except for the bedsheet and very satisfied]
ANNE-MARIE
Okay. Wow! What time is it? Daryl's going to kill me if I'm late from my break again.
DEAN [reaching over to look at the clock]
Oops. Heh-heh-heh.
ANNE-MARIE [sits up and hurriedly gets dressed]
Damn! I told you to hurry it up! But then you had to go and do that thing with the...thing.
DEAN
Oh, you mean that thing that you were begging me for?
ANNE-MARIE
Begging you to hurry it up, maybe.
DEAN
Well, let's not argue about good sex.
ANNE-MARIE
It was good, wasn't it?
DEAN
Mmm hmm...just uh...don't get too excited, you know. Or too attached...cause I'm just...rollin' through.
ANNE-MARIE
You know, there's about a million other ways you could have said that.
[The door suddenly opens; it's a perturbed-looking CROWLEY]
DEAN
Whoa!
CROWLEY
Whoa? What's going on here?
DEAN
What's it look like?
CROWLEY
In my bed?
DEAN
What? [looks around, shrugs] Oh yeah...heh heh.
CROWLEY
Jerk.
DEAN
Bitch.
ANNE-MARIE
Get a room, you two.
CROWLEY
Had a room...until you two soiled it.
ANNE-MARIE
Love you, Crowley.
CROWLEY
Love you more...sweetheart.
ANNE-MARIE
Anne-Marie...jackass.
CROWLEY
Knew that.
DEAN [stands up after pulling on just his shirt]
Heh.
CROWLEY
Pants?
[DEAN rolls his eyes and obliges.]
[Western showdown music plays as DEAN and CROWLY face off at foosball against two other guys.]
CROWLEY
Best of three. Losers buy the beer.
DEAN
Lots of beer.
CROWLEY
Girl seemed nice. Slightly damaged. I could see the old you falling for that.
DEAN
Yeah, well, not to worry. She means nothing.
CROWLEY
Good, good. 'Cause you and I, we're rolling stones. No distractions.
Lock it down!
Lock it down!
DEAN
Stop talking.
CROWLEY
You're bodging it!
[The other team scores]
DEAN
Aw. If you'd shut up --
keep talking --I can't play the game.
[DEAN is suddenly distracted by a man grabbing ANNEMARIE and hauling her out of the bar. DEAN and CROWLEY follow them outside. The man is getting rough with ANNEMARIE]]
ANNEMARIE
Get off me.
MATT
Why are you doing this to me?!
ANNEMARIE
You need to calm down.
MATT
Where were you?
ANNEMARIE
Stop it!
DEAN [approaching]
Hey, is this him?
MATT
There a problem?
DEAN
Yeah, are you Matt?
[DEAN grabs MATT and throws him on the hood of a car and starts to punch him.]
ANNEMARIE
Dean!
DEAN
You need to get away from here. Don't try and contact her. In fact, don't even think about her. You understand me?!
[DEAN punches the guy til his is barely conscious. He then turns to ANNEMARIE gives her a look and walks back inside with CROWLEY.]
[CASTIEL is still laying in bed when there is a knock on the door]
CASTIEL
Just a moment.
[He opens the door with his robe hanging open to find HANNAH standing there.]
HANNAH
Castiel.
CASTIEL
Hannah. I'm sensing awkwardness.
[she motions with her eyes to his open robe and he quickly pulls it together. Scene changes to CASTIEL getting dressed and HANNAH fills him in with the state of heaven.]
CASTIEL
So...There's no -- no leader? You're governing yourselves?
HANNAH
Mostly. There's lot of meeting on rebuilding and reorganization -- lots of reconciliation.
CASTIEL
And Metatron?
HANNAH
Still in jail. His door has been made permanent. I would've thought we'd see you sooner.
CASTIEL
I would've come sooner but --
HANNAH
I'm glad you didn't. You see, I...I need your help. Heaven needs your help.
CASTIEL
Anything.
HANNAH
Most of the angels who fell during the fall have returned to heaven. A few have not. Some out-and-out refuse. Rogues. Two of them have killed one of our own for only attempting to bring them back home.
CASTIEL
Who were they?
HANNAH
Daniel and Adina. They must be found. They must be brought home, and they must be punished for the sake of all. Will you help me?
CASTIEL
Yes.
[Scene changes to SAM entering a police station with an officer.]
OFFICER
Appreciate you coming down, agent. But I'm afraid you may have just cost Uncle Sam a tank of gas.
SAM
Oh, why's that?
OFFICER
You came up here to investigate Drew Neely's murder, right?
SAM
Right.
OFFICER
Problem is, no one's certain it was a murder at all.
SAM
Okay, then what are we dealing with here? A suicide?
OFFICER [as they stand in front of a computer]
Self-defense, more likely. Uh, the surveillance footage was corrupted. Our techies finally managed to clean up the file. Hold on a sec now...
[Scene flashes to DEAN exiting the bar 'The Black Spur' in the dark...talking to an unseen person.]
DEAN
We can do this however you want. Don't pretend I didn't see you this afternoon Did you get a good look? You see my moves? I hope so, 'cause I sure could use the competition.
[A man steps from the shadows.]
[Back in the police station]
OFFICER
That John Doe right there is the one you want to keep your eye on.
[The surveillance footage starts showing DEAN in a gas station reading a magazine.]
SAM [staring at his brother]
Son of a bitch.
OFFICER
Watch.
[Back to DEAN and the man]
DEAN
Well, all you Abaddon groupies are the same, you know that? You, the douche that jumped me at the gas station, you can't just can't accept that the queen is dead, can you?
MAN
Maybe we just can't accept that a douche like you was the one who killed her.
DEAN
Ah. Yeah, that's got to hurt, doesn't it?
[DEAN removes the First Blade from under his jacket. The man's eyes flash black.]
[Back at the police station]
OFFICER
Okay, now, porn guy's just minding his own business. And there's Drew Neely. See the knife?
SAM
Yeah.
OFFICER
That's intent right there. Now watch this.
[Drew Neely jumps DEAN in the surveillance footage at the same time as the demon jumps DEAN outside the bar. Both are instantly killed by the First Blade and its owner.]
OFFICER
Looks like a cutlass or something. I don't know what the hell this is. Problem is, we don't know if this guy's a hero or a psychopath.
[The OFFICER stops the tape on a closeup of DEAN's face. SAM just stares at his brother's image]
That's the image that's getting uploaded to the wires.
SAM [recovering his voice]
Detective, do you mind if I, uh, take another look at this?
OFFICER
Knock yourself out. I'll be back in a few.
SAM
All right.
[SAM rewinds the tape and slowly goes frame-by-frame on the closeup of DEAN. He starts back when DEAN eyes flash to black. Then anger flushes SAM's face.]
ACT TWO
[A man works out furiously in his house. His wife and son eat breakfast at the table in the other room. A fax comes in in the office and the son brings it to his father.]
SON
Fax, Dad.
COLE
Who's it from, buddy?
SON
Doesn't say. There's a picture.
COLE
Thanks a lot, bud.
WIFE
Is it him?
[COLE just looks at the surveillance picture of DEAN and then up at his wife. She begins to cry. COLE begins to pack an arsenal of weapons into a military duffel bag.]
[HANNAH and CAS pull over at the side of a highway.]
CASTIEL
I didn't know angels could get nauseous.
HANNAH
I just need a moment.
CASTIEL
It's my fault. I'll take the curves faster.
HANNAH
And you, Castiel? You're feeling well?
CASTIEL
Oh, yes. Like a million dollars.
HANNAH
That's not true.
CASTIEL
It's my truth.
HANNAH
When you left heaven, your borrowed Grace was failing. By the looks of you, you've only gotten worse.
CASTIEL
I'm fine.
HANNAH
You're dying, Castiel. You need more Grace.
CASTIEL
And we have a mission in front of us that supersedes my needs -- all of our needs. Don't you agree? You're a good soldier, Hannah... And one of the best. Metatron certainly could not have been brought to heel without your bravery.
HANNAH
Or yours. You must take care of yourself, Castiel.
CASTIEL [lashing out]
And another angel should die so that I can be saved?! Is this really that hard to understand?
Hannah.
HANNAH [getting back into the car]
I'm feeling better now.
[SAM is questioning the attendant, MICKEY, at the Gas-in-Sip]
MICKEY
Oh, yeah. Porn guy was an animal. Bro came at him like, “what?!” and he was all like, “wh-a-a-at?” “say my name! Say my name! Say my name.” And there was a lot of blood.
SAM
Right. Um...When the guy, uh -- when -- “Porn guy” came in, did he...say anything?
MICKEY
“W-where's the porn”.
SAM
That's all he said? Did he buy anything? Did he -- did he use a credit card? Nothing?
[MICKEY stares at SAM blankly]
So some guy comes in, kills another guy in your store on your watch, and you just -- you what? Just keep on keepin' on?
MICKEY
You mean when porn guy was stabbing the other guy to death 10 feet in front of me, and I was having a total code-brown moment in my favorite freakin' pants because I thought I was next, did I conduct a field interview?...No.
[MICKEY pulls a phone from behind the counter.]
Oh, hey. Uh, can you do me a solid? Found this wedged under the T.P. I think it's the dead guy's phone, and, uh, if you're heading back to the station...
[SAM stands outside the Gas-in-Sip scrolling through Drew Neely's phone. He pulls up a text message that reads "Winchester. Amherst Junction, WI Gas n' Sip B/W 11a-12p. Long live Abaddon." SAM calls the number.]
[A phone rings next to CROWLEY as he watches DEAN playing darts in the bar. He looks at the ID and then picks it up]
CROWLEY
You're dead.
SAM
Nope. Just using a dead man's phone.
CROWLEY
Moose. Took you long enough. Your brother and I were beginning to wonder if you'd hit another dog. You know?
SAM
My brother is dead, Crowley. I know you have some freaking demon parading around in his meatsuit, and trust me, you are gonna pay for that.
CROWLEY
Moose. Moose. I'm afraid you haven't allowed yourself to dream quite big enough here. Your brother is very much alive, courtesy of the mark. And the only demonized soul inside of Dean is his and his alone.
Wee bit more twisted, a little more mangled beyond human recognition, but, I can assure you, all his. There, now. Feel better?
SAM
And the, uh, Abaddon supporters you've been sending to kill my brother, how does Dean feel about that double-cross?
CROWLEY
If that's what you think is happening, then you're more out of your depths than I thought.
SAM
I don't know how you did this, what kind of... Black-magic stunt you pulled, but hear me --I will save my brother or die trying.
CROWLEY
You know what tickles me about all this? It's what's really eating you up. You don't care that he's a demon. Heck, you've been a demon. We've all been demons. No, it's that he's with me and he's having
the time of his life. You can't stand the fact that he's mine.
SAM
He's not your pet.
CROWLEY
My pet? He's my best friend, my partner in crime. They'll write songs about us, graphic novels. “The Misadventures of Growley and Squirrel." Dean Winchester completes me, and that's what makes you lose your chickens.
SAM
I am going to find you, I am going to save my brother, and then I'm going to kill you dead.
CROWLEY
Well, that's the operative phrase, isn't it? “Find you.” good luck with that.
[CROWLEY hangs up the phone and SAM looks at his. SAM then lays the phone next to his own on the hood of the car. SAM's phone has traced the call and it reveals they are at The Black Spur in North Dakota]
ACT THREE
[CASTIEL and HANNAH pull up to a camping site. They get out and find DANIEL fishing in the river.]
CASTIEL
Daniel. What are you fishing for?
DANIEL
Trout, mostly. They do love a good curlytail grub. Trick is to find that special spot just outside the run, where the big ones -- the smart ones -- are holding low.
CASTIEL
Do they -- do they put up much of a fight?
DANIEL
The ones who truly want to be free? They do. You're here about our brother who died.
CASTIEL
Does that surprise you?
DANIEL
I can assure you...Had he just left us alone, no one would've been harmed.
HANNAH
His orders were to not leave you alone. And you killed him.
DANIEL
And heaven sends two more. What is it about us angels that we can't seem to get the message?
HANNAH
Perhaps it is you who has failed to get the message? All of us serve at heaven's command.
DANIEL
I suppose. But that was before the fall, wasn't it?
HANNAH
You are an angel, once and forever.
DANIEL
Dropped unwillingly...Unknowingly...Into a strange land, a land that, as it turns out, celebrates the free, the individual. For the first time in thousands of years, I have choices. And with each choice... I begin to discover who I really am.
HANNAH
This is nonsense.
DANIEL
Because they don't teach you this in heaven? Perhaps they should. Then you would understand why it's worth fighting for.
HANNAH [drawing her angel blade]
He's taunting us.
CASTIEL
And then what? We kill him?
HANNAH
Or he kills us? There are orders.
CASTIEL
And there is time.
HANNAH
To hear more of this?
CASTIEL
To convince him to do the right thing. Besides, Hannah, we still don't even know where the other one is --the woman.
DANIEL
You'll have to stay for sunset. Nighttime around here is a revelation.
[DEAN is sitting at the bar with CROWLEY]
DEAN
You sent those demons to kill me?
CROWLEY
To keep you sharp.
DEAN
Really?
CROWLEY
If it wasn't for me throwing demon chum your way, what do you think would've happened? The mark needs to be sated. Otherwise --
DEAN
otherwise, I turn into a demon. Yeah, yeah. I sort of got that six weeks ago.
CROWLEY
Just trying to help.
DEAN
You lied.
CROWLEY
Who do you think you're talking to here? Does the tin man have a sheet-metal Willy? Of course I lied.
DEAN [getting up]
Okay.
CROWLEY
Hey. Sit down. Sit.
[DEAN just stares at him]
CROWLEY
I needed to keep you sharp for our future, about which we need to talk.
DEAN
Our future?
CROWLEY
Our professional future. How to put this? If I have to spend one more night in this fetid petri dish of broken dreams and B.O., I will cut off my own face.
DEAN [sitting back down]
I don't know what you're talking about. 'Cause I'm good. Hell, I'm great.
CROWLEY
Really? How many suicide wings can you eat? How many one-hit wonders can you karaoke to death?
DEAN
Okay, see, the deal was we howl at the moon -- no time stamp, no expiration date.
CROWLEY
We've howled. We've bayed. We've done extraordinary things to triplets, all of which have been massively entertaining. I will treasure our Flickr albums forever. But now it's time for us to accept what we are and go back to work.
DEAN
Pass.
CROWLEY
Think of it --the king of hell, Dean Winchester by his side. Together we rule. Together we create the perfect hell. And all of this that's bloomed between us never ends. We're not ending the party. We're just moving the party. Out with the club circuit, in with the stadium tour.
Oh.
Did I forget to mention I spoke to moose earlier?
DEAN
What?
CROWLEY
Yes. Uh, apparently, he's been tracking us for some time now. He got my text from the cell of that demon that you stabbed in blah, blah, blah. It was --words were spoken -- emotions. I realize, in retrospect, perhaps too many words, too many emotions.
DEAN
He traced the call.
CROWLEY
My bad. I guess he'll be here by morning -- the latest.
DEAN
You sold me out. Well, that's just lovely.
CROWLEY
I don't know what's going on with you. I truly don't. But I've had just about enough of it. Sold you out? Try “doing you a favor.” everything I've done for you for the past six months -- the mark, the First Blade,
midwifing you back to life, offering you a seat by my side -- has been a favor, a gift, whether you see it or you don't. Take the night. Decide. You know where to find me.
[SAM is driving down the road at night when suddenly his car dies. He pulls the car over to the side and gets out. He struggles to open the hood with only one arm. Another car pulls up behind him and COLE gets out and appoaches.]
COLE
Hey. Need some help?
SAM
Uh...Yeah. I-I think so. It just died on me.
COLE
Out here?
SAM
Yeah.
COLE
Your ride really has it out for you, huh?
SAM
I guess so.
COLE [motioning at the hood]
Give you a hand with that?
SAM
Yeah. Yeah, I'd appreciate it. Yeah. Thanks.
COLE [lifts the hood]
Ah...These new cars and their computerized brains, huh? One zero out of place, and the whole thing just goes kaput. Well, right there. There's your problem.
SAM
What the hell is that?
COLE
Well, that's a kill switch. This here is the remote. [holds it up in his hand]
[SAM jumps to defend himself but his right arm is in a sling and he isn't fast enough to avoid COLE's knockout punch.]
COLE
Guessing you're a righty.
ACT FOUR
[DEAN again is singing karaoke terribly and drinking heavily.]
CROWD
- Tone deaf! Awful!
- Enough!
DEAN
You all suck.
[Security comes to remove him from the stage and DEAN knocks him out.]
[DEAN wakes up in a bed still hammered and ANNEMARIE is there to hand him a glass of water.]
ANNEMARIE
Drink, tough guy.
DEAN [pushing the glass away]
Nah, I'm good.
ANNEMARIE
Your funeral.
DEAN
Mm.
ANNEMARIE
What?
DEAN
Let's go somewhere, you and me.
ANNEMARIE
We are somewhere.
DEAN
No. Somewhere else.
ANNEMARIE
Sweetie... We barely know each other. And you're drunk.
DEAN
Yeah, but, uh... I-I protected your honor, didn't I?
ANNEMARIE
Yeah. I thought so, too. Seeing you take on Matt, I was like, “wow”" no one's ever done that for me before. But then you kept going and going, and I realized whatever is going on with you has nothing to do with my “honor” at all.
DEAN
Hm. You got all that from a bar fight? Wow. You're good.
ANNEMARIE
I wait tables at a roadhouse. I meet the bad guys. I meet the good guys. And maybe for a second there, I thought you were a good guy playing bad. I don't know. It doesn't matter. Maybe you're just --
DEAN
The kind of guy who sleeps with every skank in every small-town dive that he passes through? Well, you really do know how to read people, 'cause that sure as hell sounds like me.
ANNEMARIE
Now, see? I'm so screwed up myself I'm gonna walk out of here thinking I actually deserved that.
[CASTIEL, HANNAH and DANIEL are sitting around a campfire]
DANIEL
What I'll never understand is why angels won't acknowledge the wisdom to be found down here.
HANNAH
What wisdom is to be gained from humans?
DANIEL
I'm not speaking to you.
HANNAH
Do you understand what he's... Fine. But if you are to be free, that is to be decided by all angels.
DANIEL
There's that angelic irony.
ADINA
We're not going back there. Not ever.
DANIEL
Adina. This is Hannah and Castiel. Stow the blade, please.
ADINA
When she stows hers.
CASTIEL
Hannah, what are you doing?
ADINA
We'll never get a chance to argue our freedom from a prison cell.
HANNAH
You should've thought of that before slaughtering one of your own.
DANIEL
No, no. We were talking. We were getting somewhere.
CASTIEL
Okay, everybody just --
HANNAH
You want to be free? Go ahead. Be free.
CASTIEL
Hannah. Stop this. No. Daniel. No!
[They fight. HANNAH gets hurt. CASTIEL kills DANIEL. ADINA runs away.]
HANNAH
We have to get her.
CASTIEL
She's gone.
HANNAH
We have to.
CASTIEL
Hannah. It's over.
[COLE leads a blindfolded SAM into a barn. He roughly shoves him into a chair and zipties his legs to the chair. He then whips the hood off SAM's head. SAM's nose is bleeding and he blinks in the sudden light.]
COLE
Okay. Home, sweet home. Breathe. There you go. You good, partner? How's that chicken wing?
SAM
Who are you?
COLE
First time I broke my arm, my older brother, Davey, had me riding on the handles of his three-speed. Decided to pop us a wheelie, look real fancy for all the little pretties outside the DQ. Well, we were looking mighty good for a little bit. And then, “whoop”" ass end over teakettle, boy. Hurt like a son of a bitch.
You're Sam Winchester. I think we both can agree on that. And your older brother, Dean, well... He and I, we go way back.
SAM
You're a hunter?
COLE
Sure. Yeah, we can go with that. Hunting your brother counts, right?
SAM
I wouldn't do that.
COLE
Yeah?
SAM
Trust me. Look, buddy, I-I don't know who you are, all right? I don't what you want or what my brother did, but if you got any sense, I suggest you turn tail and run back to that army recruiting ad that spit you out in the first place. He's a monster.
COLE
Well, he was. Yeah, he was... Many, many moons ago. But now he's prey. And I'm the monster now.
ACT FIVE
[HANNAH and CASTIEL discuss as they drive away from the campsite.]
HANNAH
We have to report this.
CASTIEL
And say what? Things got out of control? Another angel has died.
HANNAH
He was going to kill me, Castiel.
CASTIEL
They just wanted to be left alone.
HANNAH
Without rules, there is chaos. Out of chaos rise angels like Naomi, Bartholomew...Metatron.
CASTIEL
Well, perhaps I've been down here with them for too long. There's seemingly nothing but chaos. But not all bad comes from it. Art. Hope. Love. Dreams.
HANNAH
But t-those are human things.
CASTIEL
Yes.
[DEAN drives the IMPALA in the dark. His phone starts to ring beside him. The caller ID says 'SAM' He holds it and then finally answers it]
DEAN
I left you an open tab at the bar. Knock yourself out.
COLE
Well, hell, I just may take you up on that.
DEAN
And who is this?
COLE
Me? Well, I'm karma, brother.
DEAN
On my brother's phone?
COLE
On your brother's phone.
DEAN
Is he dead?
COLE
No. Not yet. And as long as you show up where I tell you to show up, your brother will be just fine.
DEAN
And how do I know he's still alive?
COLE [holding the phone out to SAM]
Speak.
[SAM just looks at the phone with heartbroken eyes and doesn't say a word. COLE punches SAM in the face and his head snaps back with a grunt of pain.]
SAM
Aah!
COLE
Proof of life.
SAM
Dean!
COLE
Got a pen?
DEAN
No, you listen to me. There's no trade. There's no meet-up. There's no nothing -- except the 100% guarantee that, somewhere down the road, I will find you, and I will kill you.
COLE
Well, that'll be a cold comfort to your dead brother.
DEAN
I told him to let me go. So whatever jam he's in now, that is his problem.
COLE
Yeah, well, I'll be sure to pass that on to him as I'm slitting his throat.
DEAN
Yeah, you do that, 'cause he knows me. And he knows damn sure that if I am one thing, I am a man of my word.
[DEAN hangs up the phone and COLE is left standing in the barn.]
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