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Revision as of 23:25, 1 December 2010
Written by: Andrew Dabb and Daniel Loflin
Directed by: Guy Bee
Air Date: October 22, 2010THE 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.