5.01 Sympathy for the Devil (transcript)

SUPERNATURAL

5.01 Sympathy For The Devil

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SUPERNATURAL

5.01

Written by: Eric Kripke

Directed by: Robert Singer






The episode opens with a "The Road So Far" montage of the events of Season Four set to the song Thunderstruck by AC/DC

INT. ST. MARY'S - Daytime

Lucifer: (Lucifer is heard growling); As Lucifer was rising, the audience could hear a slight growling noise. It was heard as a background noise.

Dean: Sammy let's go. (Sam and Dean attempt to leave the Chapel)

TEASER

The episode opens where 4.22 Lucifer Rising ended - Lucifer is being freed. The doors to the chapel slam shut, trapping Sam and Dean. White light engulfs then, and as a piercing sound drives them to their knees...

INT. PLANE

The in-flight movie is "Devil's Feud Cake".

DEAN:
What the hell?

SAM:
I don't know.

VOICEOVER:
Folks, quick word from the flight deck. We're just passing over Ilchester, then Ellicott City, in our initial descent into Baltimore...

DEAN:
Ilchester? Weren't we just there?

VOICEOVER:
So if you'd like to stretch your legs, now would be a good time to --

Suddenly the plane hits turbulence; outside the ground flashes white and a column of light thrusts up into the sky

DEAN:
Holy crap!

ACT ONE

INT. IMPALA

RADIO ANNOUNCER
...and Governor O'Malley urged calm, saying it's very unlikely an abandoned convent would be a target for terrorists, either foreign or homegrown.

SAM
Change the station.

RADIO ANNOUNCER #2:
Hurricane Kinley, unexpectedly slamming into
the Galveston area...

RADIO ANNOUNCER #3:
...announced a successful test of the North Korean nuclear...

RADIO ANNOUNCER #4:
...series of tremors...

RADIO ANNOUNCER #5:
...swine flu...

SAM:
Dean --

DEAN:
Don't say anything. It's okay. We just got to keep our heads down and hash this out, all right?

SAM:
Yeah, okay.

DEAN:
All right, well, first things first—How did we end up on Soul Plane?

SAM:
Angels, maybe? I mean, you know, beaming us out of harm's way?

DEAN:
Well, whatever. It's the least of our worries. We need to find Cas.


INT. CHUCK'S HOUSE

SAM and DEAN walk through the devastated kitchen. CHUCK jumps out and hits SAM on the head.

SAM:
Geez! Ow!

CHUCK:
Sam.

SAM:
Yeah!

DEAN:
Hey, Chuck.

CHUCK:
So...you're okay?

SAM:
Well, my head hurts.

CHUCK:
No, I mean—I mean, my—My last vision. You went, like, full-on Vader. Your body temperature was 150. Your heart rate was 200. Your eyes were black.

DEAN:
Your eyes went black?

SAM:
I didn't know.

DEAN:
Where's Cas?

CHUCK:
He's dead. Or gone. The archangel smote the crap out of him. I'm sorry.

DEAN:
You're sure? I mean, maybe he just vanished into the light or something.

CHUCK:
Oh, no. He, like, exploded. Like a water balloon of chunky soup.

SAM, pointing to CHUCK's hair
You got a...

CHUCK:
Uh...right here?

CHUCK:
Uh, the.. Oh. Oh, god. Is that a molar? Do I have a molar in my hair? This has been a really stressful day.

DEAN:
Cas, you stupid bastard.

SAM:
Stupid?
He was trying to help us.

DEAN:
Yeah, exactly.

SAM:
So, what now?

DEAN:
I don't know.

CHUCK:
Oh, crap.

SAM:
What?

CHUCK:
I can feel them.

ZACHARIAH:
Thought we'd find you here. Playtime's over, Dean. Time to come with us.

DEAN:
You just keep your distance, asshat.

ZACHARIAH:
You're upset.

DEAN:
Yeah—A little. You sons of bitches jump-started judgment day!


ZACHARIAH:
Maybe we let it happen. We didn't start anything. Right, Sammy? You had a chance to stop your brother, and you couldn't. So let's not quibble over who started what. Let's just say it was
all our faults and move on. 'Cause like it or not... it's apocalypse now. And we're back
on the same team again.

DEAN:
Is that so?

ZACHARIAH:
You want to kill the devil. We want you to kill the devil. It's...synergy.

DEAN:
And I'm just supposed to trust you? Cram it with walnuts, ugly.

ZACHARIAH:
This isn't a game, son. Lucifer is powerful in ways that defy description. We need to strike now, hard and fast—before he finds his vessel.

SAM:
His vessel? Lucifer needs a meat suit?

ZACHARIAH:
He is an angel. Them's the rules. And when he touches down, we're talking four horsemen, red oceans, fiery skies—the greatest hits. You can stop him, Dean, but you need our help.

DEAN:
You listen to me, you two-faced douche—After what you did, I don't want jack squat from you!

ZACHARIAH:
You listen to me, boy! You think you can rebel against us? As Lucifer did? ...You're bleeding.

DEAN:
Oh, yeah - a little insurance policy in case you dicks showed up.

DEAN slaps his bloody hand on an Angel Banishing Sigil drawn behind a door.

ZACHARIAH:
No!

DEAN:
Learned that from my friend Cas, you son of a bitch.

CHUCK
This sucks ass.

INT. MOTEL ROOM.

SAM:
Hey.

DEAN:
Hey.

SAM:
Here. Hex bags. No way the angels will find us with those. Demons, either, for that matter.

DEAN:
Where'd you get it?

SAM:
I made it.

DEAN:
How?

SAM:
I...I learned it from Ruby.

DEAN:
Speaking of... How you doing? Are you jonesing for another hit of bitch blood or what?

SAM:
I--It's weird. Uh, tell you the truth, I'm fine. No shakes, no fever. It's like whoever...put me on that plane cleaned me right up.

DEAN:
Supernatural methadone.

SAM:
Yeah, I guess. Dean --

DEAN:
Sam. It's okay. You don't have to say anything.

SAM:
Well, that's good. Because what can I even say? "I'm sorry"? "I screwed up"? Doesn't really do it justice, you know? Look, there's nothing I can do or say that will ever make this right --

DEAN:
So why do you keep bringing it up?! Look, all I'm saying is, why do we have to put this
under a microscope? We made a mess. We clean it up. That's it. All right, so, say this is just any other hunt. You know? What do we do first?

SAM:
We'd, uh, figure out where the thing is.

DEAN:
All right. So we just got to find...the devil.


PIKE CREEK, DELAWARE

MAN:
All right, keep it together. Keep it together, man.

A WOMAN appears.

WOMAN:
It's you, Nick. You're special. You're chosen.


INT. BEDROOM.
A woman sits reading from her computer screen.

BECKY: "And then Sam touched..." No. "...caressed Dean's clavicle. 'This is wrong,' said Dean. 'Then I don't want to be right,' replied Sam, in a husky voice."

A message appears on her screen: Carver Edlund calling.

BECKY: Oh...my...god. You. You're...

CHUCK:
Carver Edlund, yeah. Hi, Becky.

BECKY:
You got my letters. And my marzipan.

CHUCK:
Yeah, yeah. Um...yummy. But, uh --

BECKY:
I am your number-one fan. You know, I'm samlicker81.

CHUCK:
I'm sorry. You're—You're what?

BECKY:
Webmistress at morethanbrothers.net?

CHUCK:
Oh, yeah. No, yeah. You're my...number-one fan. That's why I contacted you. You're the only one
who will believe me.

BECKY:
Are you all right?

CHUCK:
No. I'm being watched. Okay, not now—at least, I don't think so. But I don't have much time. I need your help.

BECKY:
You need my help?

CHUCK:
That's right. I need you to get a message to Sam and Dean. Okay?

BECKY:
Look, Mr. Edlund... Yes, I'm a fan, but I really don't appreciate being mocked. I know that Supernatural's just a book, okay? I know the difference between fantasy and reality.

CHUCK:
Becky, it's all real.

BECKY:
I knew it!

INT. MOTEL ROOM.

Dean is watching news reports on TV about disasters occurring around the world, while Sam is at his laptop.

VOICE 1
How would you then explain an earthquake, a hurricane, and multiple tornadoes, all at the same time, all around the globe?

VOICE 2
Two words. Carbon emissions.

DEAN (to environmentalist on TV):
Yeah, right, wavy gravy.

There is a knock at the door—SAM answers.

SAM:
You okay, lady?

BECKY:
Sam...is it really you? And you're so firm.

SAM
Do I know you?

BECKY: No.
But I know you. You're Sam Winchester. And you're...not what I pictured. I'm Becky. I read all about you guys. And I've even written a few—Anyway... Mr. Edlund told me where you were.

DEAN:
Chuck?

BECKY:
He's got a message, but he's being watched. Angels. Nice change-up to the mythology, by the way. The demon stuff was getting kind of old.

SAM:
Right. Just, um...what's the message?

BECKY:
He had a vision. "The Michael sword is on earth. The angels lost it."

DEAN:
The Michael sword?

SAM:
Becky, does he know where it is?

BECKY:
In a castle, on a hill made of forty-two dogs.

DEAN:
Forty-two dogs?

SAM:
Are...you sure you got that right?

BECKY:
It doesn't make sense, but that's what he said. I memorized every word...for you.

SAM:
Um... Becky, c--uh, can you...quit touching me?

BECKY:
No.

EXT.

BOBBY arrives in the Impala.

IN. MOTEL ROOM

DEAN:
Hey, Bobby.

BOBBY:
Good to see you boys all in one piece.

DEAN:
You weren't followed, were you?

BOBBY
You mean by angels, demons, or Sam's new superfan?

SAM:
You heard.

BOBBY:
I heard, Romeo.

DEAN:
So...sword of Michael, huh? You think we're talking about the actual sword from the actual
archangel?

BOBBY:
You better friggin' hope so. That's Michael—toughest son of a bitch they got.

DEAN:
You kidding me? Tough? That guy looks like Cate Blanchett.

BOBBY:
Well, I wouldn't want to meet him in a dark alley, believe me. He commands the heavenly host. During the last big dust-up upstairs, he's the one who booted Lucifer's ass to the basement. Did it with that sword.

SAM:
So if we can find it...

BOBBY:
We can kick the devil's ass all over again.

SAM:
All right. So, where do we start?

BOBBY:
Divvy up and start reading—try and make sense of Chuck's nonsense. Kid? You all right?

SAM:
No, actually. Bobby, this is all my fault. I'm sorry.

DEAN:
Sam...

SAM
Lilith did not break the final seal. Lilith was the final seal.

DEAN:
Sam, stop it.

SAM:
I killed her, and I set Lucifer free.

BOBBY:
You what?!

SAM:
You guys warned me about Ruby, the demon blood, but I didn't listen. I brought this on.

BOBBY:
You're damn right you didn't listen. You were reckless and selfish and arrogant.

SAM:
I'm sorry.

BOBBY:
Oh, yeah? You're sorry you started Armageddon? This kind of thing don't get forgiven, boy. If, by some miracle, we pull this off...I want you to lose my number. You understand me?

SAM:
There's an old church nearby. Maybe I'll go read some of the lore books there.

BOBBY:
Yeah. You do that.

BOBBY and DEAN sit doing research.

BOBBY:
I never would have guessed that your daddy was right.

DEAN:
About what?

BOBBY:
About your brother. What John said—you save Sam or kill him. Maybe...

DEAN:
Maybe what?

BOBBY:
Maybe we shouldn't have tried so hard to save him.

DEAN:
Bobby.

BOBBY:
He ended the world, Dean. And you and I weren't strong enough to stop him proper. That's on us.
Your dad's right.

DEAN:
Dad...It's got to be in here somewhere.

BOBBY:
What the hell are you talking about?

DEAN:
Here. I don't believe it.

BOBBY:
What the hell is it?

DEAN:
It's a card for my dad's lockup in upstate New York. Read it.

BOBBY:
"Castle Storage. 42 Rover Hill."

DEAN:
Castle on a hill of forty-two dogs.

BOBBY:
So you think your dad had the Michael sword all this time?

DEAN:
I don't know. I'm not sure what else Chuck could have meant.

BOBBY:
Yeah. Okay. It's good enough for me.

BOBBY attacks DEAN, and then A WOMAN enters.

WOMAN:
I always knew you were a big, dumb, slow, dim pain in the ass, Dean. But I never dreamed you were so V.I.P. I mean, you're gonna ice the devil? You? If I'd have known that, I'd have ripped your pretty, pretty face off ages ago.

DEAN:
Ruby.

WOMAN:
Try again. Go back further.

DEAN:
Meg?

MEG:
Hi. These are the days of miracle and wonder, Dean. Our father's among us. You know we're all dreaming again for the first time since we were human? It's heaven on earth. Or hell. We really owe your brother a fruit basket.

DEAN:
My god, you like the sound of your own voice.

MEG:
But you, on the other hand, you're the only bump in the road. So every demon—every single one—is just dying for a piece of you.

DEAN:
Get in line.

MEG:
Oh, I'm in the front of the line, baby. Let's ride.

MEG kisses DEAN

DEAN:
What is that—peanut butter?

MEG:
You know, your surrogate daddy's still awake screaming in there. And I want him to know how it feels slicing the life out of you.

DEMON-BOBBY attacks DEAN.

DEAN:
Bobby... Bobby! No!

MEG:
Now!

BOBBY:
Aaaah!

BOBBY stabs himself rather than DEAN.

DEAN:
No!

SAM enters.

MEG:
Heya, Sammy. You miss me? 'Cause I sure missed you.

SAM:
Meg?

MEG:
It's not so easy without those super-special demon powers, huh, Sammy?

They fight.

MEG
Aaaaaaaaaah!

INT. HOUSE

The MAN from Pike Creek

INT. HOSPITAL

DEAN and SAM enter a hospital with BOBBY.

DEAN:
Need some help here!

NURSE:
What happened?

SAM:
He was stabbed.

NURSE:
Can we get a gurney?

SAM
Hang on, Bobby. Hang in there. You're gonna be okay.

NURSE
Just wait here.

SAM
We can't just leave him.

BOBBY
Just don't move. I've got questions.

DEAN:
Sammy, we got to go.

SAM:
No. No way, Dean.

DEAN:
The demons heard where the sword is. We got to get to it before they do, if we're not too late already. Come on!

INT. John's Lock-up

SAM and DEAN find dead demons and ZACHARIAH.

ZACHARIAH:
I see you told the demons where the sword is.

DEAN:
Oh, thank god. The angels are here.

ZACHARIAH:
And to think...they could have grabbed it any time they wanted. It was right in front of them.

DEAN:
What do you mean?

ZACHARIAH:
We may have planted that particular piece of prophecy inside Chuck's skull, but it happened to be true. We did lose the Michael sword. We truly couldn't find it. Until now. You've just hand-delivered it to us.

DEAN:
We don't have anything.

ZACHARIAH:
It's you, chucklehead. You're the Michael sword. What, you thought you could actually kill Lucifer? You simpering wad of insecurity and self-loathing? No. You're just a human, Dean. And not much of one.

DEAN:
What do you mean, I'm the sword?

ZACHARIAH
You're Michael's weapon. Or, rather, his...receptacle.

DEAN:
I'm a vessel?

ZACHARIAH:
You're the vessel. Michael's vessel.

DEAN:
How? Why—Why me?

ZACHARIAH:
Because you're chosen! It's a great honor, Dean.

DEAN:
Oh, yeah. Yeah, life as an angel condom. That's real fun. I think I'll pass, thanks.

ZACHARIAH:
Joking. Always joking. Well...no more jokes. Bang.

SAM:
God!

DEAN:
You son of a bitch!

ZACHARIAH:
Keep mouthing off, I'll break more than his legs. I am completely and utterly through screwing around. The war has begun. We don't have our general. That's bad. Now, Michael is going to take his vessel and lead the final charge against the adversary. You understand me?

DEAN:
How many humans die in the crossfire, huh? A million? Five, ten?

ZACHARIAH:
Probably more. If Lucifer goes unchecked, you know how many die? All of them. He'll roast the planet alive.

DEAN:
There's a reason you're telling me this instead of just nabbing me. You need my consent. Michael needs my say-so to ride around in my skin.

ZACHARIAH:
Unfortunately, yes.

DEAN:
Well, there's got to be another way.

ZACHARIAH:
There is no other way. There must be a battle. Michael must defeat the serpent. It is written.

DEAN
Yeah, maybe. But, on the other hand... Eat me. The answer's no.

ZACHARIAH
Okay. How about this? Your friend Bobby—we know he's gravely injured. Say yes, and we'll heal him. Say no, he'll never walk again.

DEAN
No.

ZACHARIAH
Then how about we heal you from...stage-four stomach cancer?

DEAN
No.

ZACHARIAH
Then let's get really creative. Uh, let's see how...Sam does without his lungs. Are we having fun yet? You're going to say yes, Dean.

DEAN
Just kill us.

ZACHARIAH
Kill you? Oh, no. I'm just getting started.

CASTIEL appears and fights ZACHARIAH and kills the other ANGELS.

ZACHARIAH
How are you...

CASTIEL
Alive? That's a good question. How did these two end up on that airplane? Another good question. 'Cause the angels didn't do it. I think we both know the answer, don't we?

ZACHARIAH
No. That's not possible.

CASTIEL
It scares you. Well, it should. Now, put these boys back together and go. I won't ask twice.

ZACHARIAH vanishes.

CASTIEL
You two need to be more careful.

DEAN
Yeah, I'm starting to get that. Your frat brothers are bigger dicks than I thought.

CASTIEL
I don't mean the angels. Lucifer is circling his vessel. And once he takes it, those hex bags won't be enough to protect you.

DEAN
What the hell was that?

CASTIEL
An Enochian sigil. It'll hide you from every angel in creation, including Lucifer.

DEAN
What, you just brand us with it?

CASTIEL
No. I carved it into your ribs.

SAM
Hey, Cas, were you really dead?

CASTIEL
Yes.

DEAN
Then how are you back?

INT. HOUSE

WOMAN
Nick. Nick. You're dreaming, Nick. But it doesn't mean this isn't real.

NICK
Sarah?

SARAH
I'm not your wife, Nick. I'm an angel.

NICK
An angel?

WOMAN
My name is Lucifer.

NICK
Sure. Naturally. Um... Could you do me a favor there, Satan, and remind me to quit drinking before I go to bed?

LUCIFER
I'm here because you're special, Nick. There's very, very few people like you.

NICK
Is that so?

LUCIFER
You're a vessel—a very powerful vessel.

NICK
Meaning what, exactly?

LUCIFER
I need to take control of your mind and your body. To be honest, it'll probably be
unpleasant for you. But it is necessary.

NICK
Okay, look...if it's just the same to you, I think I'd like to wake up now.

LUCIFER
I told you—this is real. Don't be afraid. This is your choice. You need to invite me in.

NICK
Even if this is real—which it's not, but assuming it was—why the hell would I do something like that?

LUCIFER
You people misunderstand me. You call me "Satan" and "devil", but... Do you know my crime? I loved God too much. And for that, he betrayed me—punished me. Just as
he's punished you. After all, how could God stand idly by while that man broke into your home and butchered your family in their beds? There are only two rational answers, Nick—either he's sadistic, or he simply doesn't care. You're angry. You have every right to be angry. I am angry, too. That's why I want to find him—hold him accountable for his actions. Just because he created us doesn't mean he can toy with us, like playthings.

NICK
If I help you...can you bring back
my family?

LUCIFER
I'm sorry. I can't. But I can give you the next best thing. God did this to you, Nick. And I can give you justice. Peace.

NICK
How do I know
you're telling the truth?

LUCIFER
Because, contrary to popular belief, I don't lie. I don't need to. What I need...is you. Nick, I need you to say yes.

NICK
Then yes.

INT. HOSPITAL
BOBBY
"Unlikely to walk again"?! Why, you snot-nosed son of a bitch! Wait till I get out of this bed! I'll use my game leg and kick your friggin' ass! Yeah, you better run! You believe that yahoo?

DEAN
Screw him. You'll be fine.

SAM
So, let me ask the million-dollar question. What do we do now?

BOBBY
Well... We save as many as we can for as long as we can, I guess. It's bad. Whoever wins, heaven or hell, we're boned.

DEAN
What if we win? I'm serious. I mean, screw the angels and the demons and their crap apocalypse. Hell, they want to fight a war, they can find their own planet. This one's ours, and I say they get the hell off it. We take 'em all on. We kill the devil. Hell, we even kill Michael if we have to. But we do it our own damn selves.

BOBBY
And how are we supposed to do all this, genius?

DEAN
I got no idea. But what I do have is a G.E.D. and a "give 'em hell" attitude, and I'll figure it out.

BOBBY
You are nine kinds of crazy, boy.

DEAN
It's been said. Listen, you stay on the mend. We'll see you in a bit.

BOBBY
Sam? I was awake. I know what I said back there. I just want you to know that...that was the demon
talking. I ain't cutting you out, boy. Not ever.

SAM
Thanks, Bobby.

BOBBY
You're welcome. I deserve a damn medal for this, but...you're welcome.

EXT. PARKING LOT

SAM
You know, I was thinking, Dean—maybe we could go after the Colt.

DEAN
Why? What difference would that make?

SAM
Well, we could use it on Lucifer. I mean, you just said back there --

DEAN
I just said a bunch of crap for Bobby's benefit. I mean...I'll fight. I'll fight till the last man, but let's at least be honest. I mean, we don't stand a snowball's chance, and you know that. I mean, hell, you of all people know that.

SAM
Dean...is there something you want to say to me?

DEAN
I tried, Sammy. I mean, I really tried. But I just can't keep pretending that everything's all right. Because it's not. And it's never going to be. You chose a demon over your own brother, and look what happened.

SAM
I would give anything—anything—to take it all back.

DEAN
I know you would. And I know how sorry you are. I do. But, man...you were the one that I depended on the most. And you let me down in ways that I can't even...I'm just—I'm having a hard time
forgiving and forgetting here. You know?

SAM
What can I do?

DEAN
Honestly? Nothing. I just don't...I don't think that we can ever be what we were. You know? I just don't think I can trust you.