6.07 Family Matters (Transcript)

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.

Samuel: No offense, but --

Dean: So you don't trust me.

Samuel: No, I just don't know you. Not like I know Sam.

Dean: All right. You call the plays. 100%. I'm here to listen.

Samuel: [Chuckles] Since when?

Dean: Big daddy bloodsucker? I ain't gonna miss that. But this is your deal. Okay? I get it. I'll follow your lead. I trust you.

Ext. Campbell Compound. Night.

Dean: I don't trust him. Dude's hiding something.

Sam: What?

Dean: I can feel it. And if you weren't robo-sam, you'd feel it, too.

Sam: Huh.

Dean: What?

Sam: Just...You. Saying you don't trust family.

Dean: Look, we hang close, we blend in, we see what we can pick up.

Sam: You think Samuel's connected to this whole soul thing?

Dean: I still think he's the only lead we got.

[Click]

Int. Campbell Compound. Night.

Christian: You lost, Dean?

Dean: Had to make a phone call. Just needed some privacy.

Christian: Oh. Samuel's locked office is pretty private.

Dean: Wasn't locked.

Christian: Who you calling?

Dean: Your wife. Let her know I'm not gonna make it over tonight.

Christian: You know, I've tried playing nice, Dean, but I think I'm done.

Dean: Wait, are you trying to tell me that you're a bigger knob than you've been letting on?

Christian: I'm the guy who's been here, doing my job. Who are you? You think we need you here? You walk around like you're playing pro tennis. Only action you seen lately is between your slut girlfriend's legs.

[Grunts]

Christian: You sure you want to come with us tomorrow? Accidents happen.

Dean: Hmm. Don't worry, man. I got your back.

[Scoffs]

Ext. Campbell Copound. Night.

[Engine turns over]

Ext. Wilderness. Day.

Samuel: The house is just over the hill. About a dozen vamps and the alpha. We got one shot at this son of a bitch.

Samuel: Christian, take flank. The rest of you are with me and Sam. Dean, Gwen... hang back, sweep any stragglers we flush out. Problem, Dean?

Dean: No, sir.

Gwen: I'm in the rear with the reject?

Samuel: All right, let's go.

Sam: Don't worry. It's fine.

Dean: No, nothing's fine. You're not fine. Go. Go.

Gwen: Sorry about the "reject" thing.

Dean: Ah, I've been called worse.

Gwen: Just, uh, get sick of getting left behind. 00:14:40,928 --> 00:14:43,180 Think it's probably 'cause I remind him ff his daughter or something.

Dean: Well, you just speak your mind.

Gwen: I'll take that as a compliment.

Dean: You should.

[Branches snapping]

[Machete slices]

[Thud]

Gwen: You're welcome.

[Grutns]

[Gunshots]

Gwen: We're supposed to wait here!

[Gunshots]

[Woman Screaming]

[Man Screams]

[Pounding on Window]

Girl: Dean!

[Screams]

Samuel: Sam!

[Vampire Snarling]

[Metal jingling]

Samuel: Careful, now!

Sam: Yeah. Got him.

[Snarling]

[Grunts]

Samuel: Get in.

[Doors close]

Gwen: Where were you?

Samuel: Everything all right here?

Gwen: Just, uh, chopped up a runner. No big deal. How'd it go?

Samuel: Rough, but one alpha down.

Dean: Where is it? Want to pay my last respects.

Samuel: Well, bring marshmallows. Already on the pyre.

Int. Impala. Night.

Dean: Things go okay back there?

Sam: Fine.

Dean: Nothing weird?

[Engine revs]

[Tires screech]

[Engine shuts off]

Dean: I saw you walk that alpha out the door, Sam. Now, call me crazy... But that seems weird.

Sam: [Sighs] Oh.

Dean: "Oh."

Sam: You weren't supposed to know about that.

Dean: Know what?

Sam: It's just something Samuel's been doing. Catching things, taking them somewhere, grilling them for info.

Dean" Gril. Torture, right? And not telling me -- that was his idea?

Sam: No, it was mine.

Dean: Why?

Sam: Honestly? 'Cause you'd mess it up. You shoot first, ask questions later, and we needed to ask questions.

Dean: You know, I-I don't care if you've got soullessness or the freakin' mumps, man -- You know better than this! Do you even want your soul back?

Sam: How does that have anything to do --

Dean: Have you been to the place where Samuel takes them? I mean, have you been in on these interrogations?

Sam: No, but I hear --

Dean: And why? And did it ever occur to you that this is really shady?

Sam: He's our grandfather.

Dean: Yeah. Yeah, a guy who talks a great game. But you can't assume that family means the same thing to him as it does to us. He's not dad. Wow. You don't see it, do you?

Sam: What?

Dean: You've got no instinct. [Scoffs] I mean, you are seriously messed up.

Sam: Thanks.

Dean: I'm not kidding, man. Nobody's forcing you to work with me, okay? But if we do this... I drive the bus, I call the shots, and you tell me everything, whether you think it's important or not, because -- trust me -- you can't tell the difference. Or, you know what, go -- go with Samuel. See how that goes. It's up to you.

Int. Campbell Compound. Night.

Sam: Samuel?

Samuel: Damn, kid. Learn how to knock. Where's your brother?

Sam: Gone.

Samuel: What do you mean, "gone"?

Sam: I mean he left about an hour ago. He and I just weren't seeing eye-to-eye anymore I guess.

Samuel: That's too bad.

Sam: I want in.

Samuel: In?

Sam: On the interrogations, on everything. I can help. This family -- this is it for me now. Whatever you need, I'll do.

Samuel: Yeah, I know you will.

Sam: Great.

Samuel: But until we can figure out this soul business of yours, I need you to keep doing what you're doing.

Sam: But I can --

Samuel: No you can't.

[Sighs]

Samuel: I'm sorry.

Sam: Right.

[Metal clanging]

[Door closes]

Ext. Campbell Compound. Night.

[Objects rattling]

[Beeping]

Int. Impala. Night.

Dean: Hey.

Sam: You didn't think I'd come back.

Dean: I figured 60/40.

Sam: So, Samuel didn't take the bait. So I went with plan "b."

Dean: We had a plan "b"?

Sam: Fired up the GPS on one of his cellphones. We should be able to track him right to the alpha.

Dean: The old man won't notice?

Sam: Trust me. He thinks velcro is big news.

[Beeping]

Sam: There. Got him.

Ext. Warehouse. Night.

Sam: Dead man's blood?

Dean: Smart. Lock the place down with vamp repellent.

[Sighs]

Int. Warehouse. Night.

[Electricity crackles]

Samuel: Where is it? Answer the question. Where is it? How do we find it?

[Electricity hums]

[Electricity crackles]

Alpha Vampire: Ouch. Stop. That hurts (Spoken in a sarcastic manner).

Samuel: This -- This is club med compared to what we have planned for you. I got -- I got all the time in the world.

Alpha Vampire: Well, that makes two of us.

[Machete clatters]

[Laughs]

Alpha Vampire: Are you two going to hide all night? Come on out, boys.

Alpha Vampire: How can I help you?

Dean: We got some questions for you, skippy, since you're going nowhere fast.