3.15 Time Is on My Side (transcript)
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TEASER
EXT. NIGHT - OUTSIDE A HOSPITAL
DOCTOR 1
Up for a drink?
DOCTOR 2
No, I can't. I got to be up at the crack of dawn. Duty calls.
DOCTOR 1
Boob job?
DOCTOR 2
I wish. Nah, some crabby old broad wants the works. I need a forklift to get it all back up.
DOCTOR 1
All that work to have what? 15 minutes off her faces?
DOCTOR 2
Staying young is a brutal business.
Doctor 2 goes to his car. He is grabbed from behind and thrown in a trunk.
DOCTOR 2
Hey! Help! Let me out of here! Help!
Doctor 2 stumbles into the hospital.
NURSE
Sir?
DOCTOR 2
Please.
NURSE
It's okay, sir. Let me see what happened. Don't you worry. There's nothing I haven't seen.
DOCTOR 2
No, no, no...
NURSE
Let me see...
The nurse pulls at what the doctor is clutching and begins to scream.
END TEASER
ACT ONE
INTERIOR. ABANDONED CABIN, SIDE ROOM.
Dean dumps holy water on a demon they have strapped to a chair.
DEMON
Stop!
DEAN
You ready to talk?
DEMON
I don't know. I don't know anything!
DEAN
Oh, you hear that, Sam? He doesn't know anything.
SAM
Yeah, I heard.
DEMON
I'm telling you the truth.
DEAN
Oh, you are? My god, then I owe you an apology. Allow me to make it up to you. (Dean pours more holy water on the demon) I'm gonna ask you one last time...Who holds my contract?!
DEMON
Your mother. Yeah, she, uh, showed it to me right before I bent her over.
DEAN
I want a name. Or else...
DEMON
Or what? You're gonna squirt your holy water in both ends? Please. Brother, that's like a fleabite compared to what's coming to me if I tell you jack. Do what you want. The only thing I'm scared is the demon holding your ticket.
Sam begins reciting an exorcism.
DEAN
How does that feel? Does that feel good?
DEMON
Go ahead. Send me back to hell... 'Cause when you get there, I'll be waiting for you...With a few pals who are dying for a nice little meet and greet Dean Winchester.
SAM
Should I?
DEAN
Send him someplace he can't hurt anyone else.
Sam continues the exorcism.
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INTERIOR. MAIN ROOM OF CABIN
SAM
(on the phone)You ran the prints twice? Are you sure? Okay. Yeah, just chalk it up to lab error. Don't I know it. Okay. Thanks. Yeah, I'll tell the lieutenant.
Dean comes in from outside.
SAM
Bury the body?
DEAN
Yeah. Looks like these demons ride 'em hard just for kicks. What was the phone call about?
SAM
Remember that thing in the paper yesterday?
DEAN
"Stripper suffocates dude with thighs"?
SAM
The other thing.
DEAN
Right, the guy that walks into the E.R. and kneels over dead. His stomach's ripped out?
SAM
His liver, actually. Anyways, I just found out something pretty damn interesting.
DEAN
What?
SAM
The dead body covered in bloody fingerprints, not the victim's.
DEAN
Okay, great. My man Dave Caruso will be stoked to hear it.
SAM
Those fingerprints match a guy who died in 1981.
DEAN
Really? So, what are we talking? Uh, walking dead? Walking, killing dead?
SAM
Maybe.
DEAN
Zombies do like the other other white meat. Speaking of, what do you care about zombies?
SAM
What do you mean?
DEAN
Well, you've been on soul-saving detail for months now. And we're three weeks out, and all of a sudden, you're interested in some hot zombie action?
SAM
Hey, man, you're the one who's been all gung ho to hunt. I just thought I'd be doing you a favor.
DEAN
Hey, no, no, no, no, no. I didn't say I didn't want to do it, okay. I mean obviously I want to hunt some zombies.
SAM
Okay, fine, whatever.
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INTERIOR. CORONER'S LAB
CORONER
Yeah, the rest of the body was intact. The liver was the only organ missing.
DEAN
Now, where the liver was ripped out, did you happen to notice any teeth marks?
CORONER
(Giving them an 'are you insane' look) Can I see your badges?
SAM
Of course, sure.
CORONER
Fine. So you're cops and morons.
DEAN
Excuse me? No, no. We're very smart.
CORONER
The liver was not ripped out. It was removed. Surgically. By someone who knew their way around a scalpel. Didn't you read my report?
DEAN
Of course we did. Oh, it was riveting. It was a real page-turner, just delightful.
CORONER
You done?
DEAN
I think so.
CORONER
Please go away.
DEAN
Okay.
SAM
Sure.
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EXTERIOR. HOSPITAL HALLWAY
Sam is smiling.
DEAN
What?
SAM
Nothing. So, that kind of punches a hole in our zombie theory, huh, that scalpel thing?
DEAN
Yeah, zombie with skills, "Dr. Quinn, medicine zombie".
SAM
Maybe we're on the wrong track, Dean, looking for hacked-up corpses.
DEAN
What should we be looking for?
SAM
Survivors. This isn't zombie lunch. This is organ theft.
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INTERIOR. HOSPITAL ROOM
PATIENT
I told the cops all of this yesterday. I don't want to talk about it anymore.
DEAN
It's just a couple of questions, sir.
PATIENT
Hey, man. I just got my kidney stolen. I'm tired.
DEAN
We'll be out of here quick. Don't you want to get the guy?
PATIENT
Will it get me back my kidney?
SAM
So what's the last thing you remember?
PATIENT
Feeding my meter. He jumped from behind...and then I wake up strapped to a table. And then the worst pain you could possibly imagine, only worse. And then I black out again. Thank god. And then I wake up screaming in some no-tell motel in a bathtub full of ice.
DEAN
Do you remember anything about the surgery know, what the guy looked like, any details about the room?
PATIENT
Let me think about that. Yeah...One thing is coming back to me. You know what I remember? Getting my kidney cut out of my body!
INTERIOR. MOTEL ROOM
SAM and DEAN sit at the table. DEAN is unwrapping a burger, excited.
SAM
So, I got a theory.
DEAN
Yeah?
SAM
Yeah, I talked to Mr. Giggle's doctor. Turns out his incisions were sewn up with silk.
DEAN
That's weird.
SAM
Yeah, nowadays it is, but silk used to be the suture of choice back in the early 19th century. It was really problematic. Patients would get massive infections. The death rate was insane.
DEAN
Good times.
SAM
Right, so doctors, they had to do whatever they could to keep infections from spreading. One way was maggots.
DEAN
Dude, I'm eating.
SAM
It actually kind of worked because maggots, they eat bad tissue, and they leave good tissue. And get this. When they found our guy, his body cavity was stuffed full of maggots.
DEAN
Dude, I'm eating! Alright let me get this straight. So, people are getting ganked, right?
SAM
Yeah.
DEAN
A little "antiques roadshow" surgery, some organ theft. But why does that sound familiar?
SAM
Because you heard it before. When you were a kid... from dad. Doc Benton...real-life doctor, lived in New Hampshire, brilliant and obsessed with alchemy,especially how to live forever. So, in 1816,
Doc abandons his practice and...
DEAN
Right, yeah, nobody hears from him for like 20 years, and all of sudden, people start showing up dead.
SAM
Dead or missing an organ or the hand or some other kind of part.
DEAN
Cause whatever he was doing was actually working. He just kept on ticking. Parts would wear out, he'd replace them. But I thought dad hunted him down and took his heart out.
SAM
Yeah, I guess the Doc must have plugged in a new one.
DEAN
All right, where's he doing the deed?
SAM
According to this, Benton's picky about where he sets up his lab. He likes dense forest with access to a river or stream or some kind of freshwater.
DEAN
Why?
SAM
Because that's where he likes to dump the bile and intestines and fecal matter. (DEAN looks disgusted and lowers his burger) Lost your appetite yet?
DEAN considered this, looking at the burger.
DEAN
(to his burger) Oh baby, I can't stay mad at you.
DEAN takes a huge bite, grinning at SAM.
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EXTERIOR. NIGHT
A jogger is abducted. He wakes up in Doc Benton's cabin, strapped to an operating table. Doc Benton carves open his chest and removes his heart.
JOGGER
No please. No. No, no.
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INTERIOR MOTEL ROOM
SAM
(Pointing at map) So these are all the cabins. Most of them have been abandoned for years.
DEAN
So what the hell are we waiting for?
DEAN'S phone rings. He answers.
BOBBY
Hey. Think I finally got a bead on Bela.
DEAN
I'm listening.
BOBBY
Rufus Turner.
DEAN
Who's that? Like a Cleveland steamer?
BOBBY
He's a hunter, or he used to be.
DEAN
And now?
BOBBY
Hermit mostly. Does a little selling on the side. Anyway. I put the word out on Bela months ago. He just called. Said a woman got in touch, wanted to buy some things.
DEAN
And he thinks it's Bela?
BOBBY
British accent, went by the name Mina Chandler.
DEAN
She's used that before. Well, it's kinda of a sloppy move isn't it? Getting in contact with one of your old friends.
BOBBY
Friend? Haven't laid eyes on him in fifteen years. He's not the christmas card type. I doubt she knows I know him. He's in Canaan, Vermont.
DEAN
Thanks, Bobby. We're on our way.
BOBBY
One other thing. Take a bottle of Johnnie Walker Blue.
DEAN
(To Bobby) Okay. (To Sam) Come on. We're going after Bela.
SAM
What? Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold on a second.
DEAN
Come on. Get your stuff. The clock's ticking.
SAM
Look, I think we should stay here and finish the case.
DEAN
You insane?
SAM
Dean, there's no way she still has the colt! That was months ago! She probably sold it the second she got it.
DEAN
Well, then I'll kill her. Win-win. We're going!
SAM
No!
DEAN
Why the hell not?
SAM
Dean, this here. Now. This is what's gonna save you.
DEAN
What? Chasing some Frankenstein?
SAM
Chasing immortality. Look, Benton can't die. We find out how he did it, we can do it to you.
DEAN
What are you talking about?
SAM
You have to die before you go to hell, right? So, if you can never die, then...
DEAN
Wait, wait, wait. Wait a second. Did you know that this was Benton from the jump?
SAM
No. Look, I was hoping.
DEAN
So the whole zombie thing, it was lying to me?
SAM
I didn't wanna say anything until I was sure, Dean. All I'm trying to do is find an answer here.
DEAN
No. What you're trying to do is chase Slicy McHackey here. And to kill him? No. You wanna buy him a freaking beer. You wanna study him.
SAM
I was just trying to help.
DEAN
You're not helping! You forget that if I welch on this deal, you die. Guess what? Living forever is welching.
SAM
Fine! Then, whatever the magic pill is, I'll take it too!
DEAN
Oh, what is this? Sid and Nancy? No. It's just like Bobby was saying. We kill the demon who owns the contract, and this whole damn thing wipes clean. That's our best shot.
SAM
Even if you had the colt, Dean, who you're gonna shoot? We have no idea who holds the ticket.
DEAN
Then I'll shoot the hellhounds before they slash me up. Now, you're coming or not?
SAM
I'm staying here.
DEAN
No, you're not. 'Cause I'm not gonna let you wander out in the woods alone to track some organ stealing freak.
SAM
You're not gonna let me?
DEAN
No, I'm not gonna let you.
SAM
How are you gonna stop me? Look, man, we're trying to do the same thing here.
DEAN
I know. But I'm going. So if you wanna stay...stay. (Dean heads to the door then turns back to Sam) Sammy, be careful.
SAM
You too.
ACT TWO
EXTERIOR. DAY.RUFUS TURNER'S HOUSE.
DEAN approaches and rings the buzzer. We see a fisheye view of him through the security camera.
RUFUS
(via intercom) What?
DEAN
Hi, uh, Rufus?
RUFUS
Yeah, even if I am, the question is still the same. What?
DEAN
Uh, I'm Dean Winchester. I'm a friend of Bobby Singer's.
RUFUS
So?
DEAN
You called him this morning.
RUFUS
So?
DEAN
Uh...you told Bobby about a british chick who made contact with you.
RUFUS
And so?
DEAN
You know where she is?
RUFUS
Yeah.
DEAN
Great. Could you tell me where I could find her?
RUFUS
No.
DEAN
Course not. Look, Rufus, man...
RUFUS
(Opening the door) Look, let me point something out to you. You are knocking at my door, so don't "Look, man" me. I'm not your man.
DEAN
I'm sorry, sir.
RUFUS
All right, let me tell you a little story. See, once upon a time, Bobby called me,asked me to call him if I got a whiff of this Bela Talbot. I got a whiff. I called. The end.
DEAN
Okay, yeah, if you could just tell me where she is, I mean, that would be great.
RUFUS
Dean Winchester, right?
DEAN
Yeah.
RUFUS
Dean, do I look like I'm here to help you?
DEAN
I'm gonna say no?
RUFUS
Then get the hell of my property.
DEAN
All right, fair enough. I got one more question for you, though. See, I got this, uh, this bottle of scotch, and... uh, is this considered good?
RUFUS eyes the bottle, eyes DEAN, and starts smiling.
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INTERIOR. RUFUS TURNER'S HOUSE
DEAN and RUFUS sit at the table with glasses in front of them. The bottle is three quarters empty.
DEAN
Bottoms up.
RUFUS
You know, I don't even bother drinking unless it's this stuff. Nectar of the gods, I'm telling you.
DEAN
Hey, it's a nice change, you know. Most of my whiskey's from a plastic jug. So, Bela was here because...
RUFUS
She wanted to buy a couple of things, which is gonna take me some time to round up.
DEAN
Where is she now?
RUFUS
Can I ask you something?
DEAN
Sure.
RUFUS
You got three weeks left. Why are you wasting your time chasing after that skinny, stuck-up English girl?
DEAN
(Suspicious) How do you know about that?
RUFUS
Because I know things. I know a lot of things about a lot of people.
DEAN
Is that so?
RUFUS
I know ain't no peashooter gonna save you.
DEAN
What makes you so sure?
RUFUS
Cause that's the job, kid. Even if you manage to scrape out of this one, there's just gonna be something else down the road. Folks like us...there ain't no happy ending. We all got it coming.
DEAN
Well, ain't you a bucket of sunshine?
RUFUS
I'm what you've got to look forward to if you survive. But you won't.
DEAN
So, Bela...
RUFUS
Hotel Canaan. Room 39. But watch your back.
DEAN
I think I can handle Bela.
RUFUS
Oh, don't be so sure about that. There are things that you don't know about her.
DEAN
Oh, and you do? Right. Because you know things.
RUFUS
(Superior) Yep.
DEAN
And let me guess...you lift her fingerprint?
RUFUS
Yep.
DEAN
And that got you jack.
RUFUS
Yep. She burnt them off. Probably years ago.
DEAN
Yeah, so you're right where we are.
RUFUS
Nope. (DEAN looks at him funny) You do her ear?
DEAN
Sorry?
RUFUS
You do her ear?
DEAN
Hey, man, I'll try anything once, but I don't know. That sounds uncomfortable.
RUFUS
Ears are as unique to humans as fingerprints.
DEAN
No kidding.
RUFUS
Of course, that don't fly in the courts over here, but in England, they're all over it. A friend of a friend...of a friend faxed me 10 pages of confidential files within a day. All I had to send him was one clean shot off the security camera.
DEAN
Right. One clean shot of her ear.
RUFUS
(Handing Dean a folder) The so-called Bela Talbot.
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INTERIOT. DOC BENTON'S CABIN
SAM sneaks in and looks around. He finds a woman is tied to the operating table, her arm covered in maggots. She is missing skin.
SAM
Shh! Shh! Shh! It's okay. I'm here to help you. I'm here to help you. I'm gonna help you. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
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EXTERIOR. NIGHT. DOC BENTON'S CABIN
SAM carries the victim to his rental car. Benton returns to the cabin.
SAM
(placing her in the passegner seat) Okay, here we go. Ok, watch your head. Sorry. Try to get straight. Try to get straight.
SAM runs around and gets into the drivers seat. Benton comes out of no where, grabs SAM's head and slams it against the wheel. Sam reverses wildly, his passenger screaming. He changes gear and floors it, driving straight over Doc. Benton. After the get away Benton stands up and looks after them, his head at a crazy angle
END ACT TWO
ACT THREE
INTERIOR. BELA'S HOTEL ROOM
BELA enters, turning to close the door behind her. DEAN pushs her back against the door. lay his arm across her throat and points his gun at her face.
DEAN
Where's the colt?
BELA
(Calmly) Dean.
DEAN
No extra words.
BELA
It's long gone, across the world by now.
DEAN
You're lying.
He grabs her bag from her hand to look in it.
BELA
I'll call the buyer. Speak farsi?
DEAN grabs her around the waist, pulling her against him.
BELA
What the hell...
DEAN quickly frisks her, find her gun and holds it up to her.
DEAN
Don't flatter yourself.
DEAN uses the point of his gun to snap on the room's lights, then points it at her again
Don't move.
DEAN begins searching the room, leaving BELA standing against the door.
BELA
I told you I don't have it.
DEAN
Oh, yeah, I'm definitely gonna take your word for it.
DEAN turns his back and continues rifling through her draws. BELA slides along the wall toward the door. A bullet goes through the door, inches from her head. She freezes.
DEAN
I said don't move.
DEAN continues searching.
BELA
It's gone. Get on a plane if you must. Track down the buyer. You might catch up to him eventually.
DEAN finishes searching and returns to BELA, taking a stance and pointing his gun at her head.
BELA
Are you going to kill me?
DEAN
Oh, yeah.
BELA
You're not the cold-blooded type.
DEAN
You mean like you? That's true. See, I couldn't imagine killing my parents.
BELA
(Shocked but regrouping) I don't know what you're talking...
DEAN
Yes, you do. You were, what, 14? Folks died in some shady car accident. Police suspected a slashed brake line, but it was all too crispy to tell. Cut to little Bela...Oh, I'm sorry, Abby...inheriting millions.
BELA
How did you even...
DEAN
Doesn't matter.
FLASHBACK
Young Abby is sitting on her bed, crying. Her father slowly walks into the room and turns to close the door. She looks terrified.
BELA
They were lovely people. And I killed them. And I got rich. I can't be bothered to give a damn. Just like I don't care what happens to you.
DEAN pushes her roughly against the door with his arm across her throat again. A strand of woven herbs is dislodged from the ledge above the door but no one notices.
DEAN
(Staring for a long tense moment.) You make me sick.
BELA
Likewise.
DEAN takes a step back and again points his gun at her head. smirking. She stares back, then closes her eyes. Dean is distracted and looks up, spying the herbs hanging over the ledge. He looks back at her, thinking. BELA opens her eyes as DEAN drops the gun.
DEAN
You're not worth it.
DEAN drags her aside and leaves. BELA lifts her hand which now has a scrap of paper in it. She looks at it, a motel receipt, The Erie. She grabs her phone.
BELA
It worked. He found me. No, Sam wasn't with him. But I know where they are.
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INTERIOR. MOTEL ROOM
(Sam's phone rings, he picks up)
SAM
Dean.
DEAN
(in the Impala) Yeah.
SAM
Did you get the colt?
DEAN
What do you think?
SAM
So, does that mean Bela is...
DEAN
No, no, she deserves to die a dozen times over, but I couldn't do it. I'm really screwed, Sammy.
SAM
No, you're just...
DEAN
But you were right. Bela was a goose chase. The colt's gone, and this time I'm really screwed, Sam.
SAM
Maybe not. Look, I found Benton's cabin.
DEAN
You okay? Was he there?
SAM
Yeah.
DEAN
Did you kill him?
SAM
No.
DEAN
What do you mean, "no"?
SAM
Dean, please just listen for a second. I found his lab book, and it has the formula.
DEAN
What, the live-forever formula?
SAM
Yeah.
DEAN
Great, let me guess. I got to drink blood out of a baby's skull?
SAM
No, that's the thing. It's not black magic. There's no blood sacrifice or anything. It's just science, Dean. Very, very extremely weird science, but...
DEAN
Wait, wait, wait. What are...What are you saying? You think...
SAM
Dean, I think it might be doable. I mean, I know we've hit a lot of walls, but I...I think this formula, I think it might be it. This could save you.
DEAN
Okay, so, this formula...
SAM
Well, I mean, look, look, we're not in the clear yet. There are still things that I don't get...
An arm comes from behind SAM and covers is mouth with a rag. SAM drops the phone. It is DOC BENTON.
DEAN
Sam? Sammy!
END ACT THREE
ACT FOUR
INTERIOR. DOC BENTON'S CABIN
SAM is strapped to an operating table. His eyes are taped open.
DOC BENTON
You can relax. It's all gonna be okay. Ain't nothing gonna happen here that you got to worry about, Sammy. Your chances of coming out of this procedure alive? Very, very high.
SAM
How do you know my name?
DOC BENTON: Oh...I know. You think I'm some kind of monster, don't you? Well, I got to tell you, I have never done one thing that I did not have to do. This whole eternal-life thing is very high-maintenance. If something goes bad, like my eyes here...you got to replace them. And sometimes things get damaged, like when your father cut out my heart. Now, that...That was very inconvenient. So, I'm sure that you can understand all the joy I felt when I read all about myself here in his journal. Kind of makes this whole thing just feel like some kind of family reunion, don't it? Well, I guess it's about time that we get this thing started.
(Dean comes in and shoots Doc Benton)
DOC BENTON: Shoot all you want.
(Dean pulls out a knife)
DOC BENTON: A knife? What part of immortality do you not understand? Pity about the heart, though. It was a brand-new one.
DEAN: Good. It should be pumping nice and strong...Sending this stuff throughout your whole body. See, I picked up your little bottle upstairs and dipped the knife in it.
(Doc Benton collapses. He wakes strapped to the operating table with Dean and Sam standing over him.)
DEAN: Oh, hiya, doc. Wakey, wakey, eggs and bac-y.
DOC BENTON: Please.
DEAN: Please what? You've been killing poor bastards for over 150 years and now you got a request? Shut up.
DOC BENTON: No, you don't understand. I can help you. I know what you need.
DEAN: We might have to cut him up into little bits. You know, this immortality thing is a bitch.
DOC BENTON: I can read the formula for you. You know...immortality...Forever young, never die.
SAM: Dean.
DEAN: Sam.
(Sam walks out of the room, Dean follows.)
DEAN: What?
SAM: I mean, we're talking hell in three weeks. Or needing a new pancreas in like half a century.
DEAN: Yeah, well, you can't exactly get those at a kwik-e-mart.
SAM: It's not perfect, but it buys us more time to think of something better. We just need time, Dean. I mean, please, just...just think about it.
DEAN: No.
SAM: Dean, don't you want to live?
DEAN: What he is isn't living. Look, this is simple.
SAM: Simple?
DEAN: To me it is, okay. Black or white; human, not human. See, what the doc is is a freakin' monster. I can't do it. I would rather go to hell.
DOC BENTON: You don't understand. I can help you!
DEAN: Now, I'm gonna take care of him. You can help me or not. It's up to you.
(They bury Doc Benton - he is chained inside a refrigerator they bury in the ground)
DOC BENTON: No! No! Don't! Stop it! I can help you! No!
DEAN: Enjoy forever in there, doc.
DOC BENTON: Let me out! I can save you! No. Don't.
FINAL ACT
INT. - NIGHT- IMPALA
DEAN: (on the phone) Hiya, Bela. Here's a fun fact you may not know...I felt your hand in my pocket when you swiped that motel receipt.
BELA You don't understand.
DEAN: Oh, I'm pretty sure I understand perfectly. You see, I noticed something interesting in your hotel room, something tucked above the door. An herb...devil's shoestring. Well, there's only one use for that...holding hellhounds at bay. So, you know what I did? I went back, and I took another look at your folks' obit. Turns out they died 10 years ago today. You didn't kill them. A demon did your dirty work. You made a deal, didn't you, Bela? And it's come due.
(flashback to young Abby. A little girl sits next to her on the swings. She has red eyes.)
CROSSROADS DEMON: I can take care of them for you. And it won't even cost you anything. For 10 whole years.
DEAN: Is that why you stole the colt, huh? To try to wiggle out of your deal? Our gun for your soul?
BELA: Yes.
DEAN: But stealing the colt wasn't quite enough, I'm guessing.
BELA: They changed the deal. They wanted me to kill Sam.
DEAN: Really? Wow. Demons untrustworthy...Shocker. That's kind of a tight deadline, too. What time is it? Oh, look at that. Almost midnight.
BELA: Dean, listen, I need help.
DEAN: Sweetheart, we are weeks past help.
BELA: I know I don't deserve it.
DEAN: You know what? You're right. You don't. But you know what the bitch of the bunch is?If you would have just come to us sooner and asked for help, we probably could have taken the colt and saved you.
BELA: I know, and saved yourself. I know about your deal, Dean.
DEAN: And who told you that?
BELA: The demon that holds it. She holds mine, too. She says she holds every deal.
DEAN: She?
BELA: Her name's Lilith.
DEAN: Lilith? Why should I believe you?
BELA: You shouldn't, but it's the truth.
DEAN: This can't help you, Bela. Not now. Why are you telling me this?
BELA: Because just maybe you can kill the bitch.
DEAN: I'll see you in hell.
