6.07 Family Matters (Transcript)

SUPERNATURAL

6.07 Family Matters

Written by: Andrew Dabb and Daniel Loflin

Directed by: Guy Bee

Air Date: October 22, 2010

THE ROAD SO FAR

Sam: You're sure it's vampires?

Samuel: Definitely.

Dean: Their alpha's building an army. We don't scare them anymore.

Samuel: I'm your grandfather.

Dean: Samuel? We all thought you were dead.

Samuel: We're guessing whatever pulled Sam up pulled me down.

Sam: So, whatever this is, we're both a part of it.

Dean: But you don't know what that is.

Bobby: Dean, you all right?

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

Dean: What is wrong with him?

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

Samuel: Almost like you let him get turned. Get a man on the inside. Help us find that alpha vamp we've been looking for?

Sam: You think I'd do something like that, risk my own brother?

Dean: You got my back. No matter what happens, I can always count on you, right Sammy?

Sam: Of course, Dean.

Veritas: What are you? You're not human.

Sam: Please, just let me explain.

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

Sam: I need help.

NOW

Int. Hotel Room. Night.

[Grunts]

[Grunting]

[Sam groans]

Castiel: You're right. He looks terrible.

[Groans]

Castiel: You did this?

Sam: Cass? What's -- [Grunts] Let me go.

Castiel: Has he been feverish?

Dean: Have you?

Sam: No. Why?

Castiel: Is he speaking in tongues? Are you speaking in tongues?

Sam: No. What are you... Are you diagnosing me?

Dean: You better hope he can.

Sam: You really think that this is --

Dean: What, you think that there's a clinic out there for people who just pop out of hell? Wrong. He asks, you answer! Then you shut your hole. You got it?

Castiel: How much do you sleep?

Sam: I don't.

Dean: At all?

Sam: Not since I got back.

Dean: And it never occurred to you that there might be something off about that?!

Sam: Of course it did, Dean. I-I just never told you.

Dean: What?

Castiel: Sam... What are you feeling now?

Sam: [ scoffs ] I feel like my nose is broken.

Castiel: No, that's a physical sensation. How do you feel?

Sam: Well, I think --

Castiel: Feel.

Sam: I...Don't know.

Sam: What? Uh...

Castiel: This will be unpleasant.

Sam: What --

Castiel: Bite down on this. If there's someplace that you find soothing, you should go there. In your mind.

[screaming]

[gasping]

[groaning]

[gasping]

[breathing heavily]

[breathing heavily]

Dean: Did you find anything?

Castiel: No.

Dean: So that's good news?

Castiel: I'm afraid not. Physically, he's perfectly healthy.

Dean: Then what?

Castiel: It's his soul. It's gone.

[scoffs] um...

Dean: I'm s-- I'm sorry. One more time, like I'm 5. What do you mean, he's got no --

Castiel: Somehow, when Sam was resurrected, it was without his soul.

Dean: So, where is it?

Castiel: My guess is... Still in the cage with Michael and Lucifer.

Dean: So, is he even still Sam?

Castiel: Well, you pose an interesting philosophical question.

Dean: Well, then, just get it back.

Castiel: Dean.

Dean: Well, you pulled me out.

Castiel: It took several angels to rescue you, and you weren't nearly as well guarded. Sam's soul is in Lucifer's cage. There's a difference, a big difference. It's not possible.

Dean: Okay, well, there's got to be a way.

Sam: So, are you gonna untie me?

Dean: No.

Sam: Listen, I'm not gonna --

Dean: Sam, how the hell am I even supposed to let you out of this room?

Sam: Dean, I'm not some psycho. I didn't want you to get hurt. I was just trying to stop the vamps.

[sighs]

Sam: I'm sorry. It won't ever happen again. Please let me go.

Dean: You're kidding, right?

Sam: Well, what are you gonna do, just keep me locked up in here forever?

Dean: You say that like it's a bad thing.

Sam: Okay, fine, look, I get it. I get it, Dean. I was wrong. But I'm telling you I-I'm trying to get right. It's still me.

Dean: Is it?

Sam: Yes. So just let me go.

Dean: No way in hell.

[sighs]

Sam: I didn't want it to come to this. You're not gonna hold me, Dean -- Not here, not in a panic room, not anywhere. You're stuck with the soulless guy, so you might as well work with me.

Sam: Let's fix this.

Dean: I'm gonna be watching every move you make.

Sam: Fine. Sounds about right to me.

Dean: Cass, clean him up.

[groans]

[breathing heavily]

Dean: All right, if we're gonna figure out what happened to your soul, then we need to find who yanked you out.

Dean: You say you don't know?

Sam: No idea.

Dean: Then we start a list. If it's so hard to spring someone out of the box, then who's got that kind of muscle?

Castiel: I don't know. You have no memory of your resurrection?

Sam: I woke up in a field. That's all I got.

Dean: No clues? None?

Sam: I've got one.

Int. Impala. Night.

[Horn Honks]

Int. Campbell Compound. Night.

Dean: Gramps throw a barbecue, leave us off the e-vite list?

Christian: Sam! [Laughs] Ahh. Dean.

Dean: Hello, Newman. Where's the man?

[Clears throat]

Samuel: Come right on in.

Dean: Need to ask you a few questions.

Samuel: What's wrong?

Dean: The day you got back, what happened?

Samuel: We've been over this.

Dean: Well, recap it for our wingman.

[Castiel Appears]

Samuel: This Castiel? You're scrawnier than I pictured.

Castiel: This is a vessel. My true form is approximately the size of your Chrysler building.

Dean: All right, all right, quit bragging. So, you were dead, and...

Samuel: And, pow, I was on Elton ridge. Don't know how. Don't know why. I got nothing to hide, guys.

Dean: Well, you mind if Cass here double-checks?

[Samuel Screams]

Sam: Whoa, whoa, whoa. It's okay. It's okay. It's okay.

Christian: What the hell?

Dean: Angel cavity search.

Samuel: I'm fine, Christian. Just give us a minute.

Christian: But --

Samuel: Just give us a minute.

[Door closes]

[Breathing heavily]

Samuel: What the hell was that about?

Castiel: His soul is intact.

Samuel: What? Of course I have a -- What's going on, Sam?

Sam: Whatever dragged me out...left a piece behind.

[Samuel Groans]

Sam: Did you know?

Samuel: No, but I... I knew it was something. I... You're a hell of a hunter, Sam, but... the truth is, sometimes you scare me. So, what's the deal here? How do we fix this? How do we get his soul back?

Dean: We don't know yet, but we have to.

Samuel: Well, I'm here to help, of course. What leads you working?

Sam: A bunch of dead ends and you.

Samuel: Well, then, we'll just have to dig.

Castiel: Sam, Dean... I have to get back.

Dean: You're leaving?

Castiel: I'm in the middle of a civil war.

Dean: You better tear the attic up, find something to help Sam.

Castiel: Of course. Your problems always come first. I'll be in touch.

[Air whooshes]

Samuel: Would've asked him to stick around for a beer.

Dean: So, what's with the book club outside?

Samuel: Putting together a hunt.

Dean: That's a lot of guys for one hunt.

Sam: You found him, didn't you?

Dean: Who?

Sam: He's got a lead on the alpha vamp.

Dean: Do you?

Samuel: Maybe. Yeah.

[Chuckles]

Dean: How'd you track him down?

Samuel: We're good.

Dean: That's all I get? "We're good"?

Sam: When's the run?

Samuel: Dawn.

Sam: You didn't call me? Why?

Dean: 'Cause of me. You don't trust me very much, do you? Especially when it comes to big game like this.

Samuel: That's not true.

Dean: Okay, well, then, we're in.