Supernatural: Are You There God? It's Me, Dean Winchester
September 27th 2008 03:12
Sam and Dean are about to be haunted by the people they couldn’t save. Literally.
~*~*~
We open on a hunter named Olivia fast asleep on her couch, The Three Stooges sleeping on the TV next to her. Suddenly the Stooges disappear.
That static could only mean one thing…And it’s not that the cable’s been knocked out.
Olivia opens her eyes sleeping, then sees the TV and jumps up, rushing to her secret hunter weapon’s stash. She pulls out her EMF and grabs the shotgun.
The TV is back, but her frozen breaths tell her all is far from right.
Suddenly a man in a dirty white t-shirt appears behind her, she swings around and stops in shock. “You.” The ghost just stares at her. She fires and it disappears in a puff of black smoke.
Olivia rushes to a bag of salt, pouring it across the doorway. Suddenly she looks up. The ghost is back.
Another ghost, this time a girl, jams her hand into Olivia’s heart.
~*~*~
Bobby sits at his desk, going through research on angles as Dean and Sam argue about whether it really was an angel that saved him from the pit.
Sam: Well then tell me what else it could have been.
Dean: Look, all I know is I was not groped by an angel.
Sam wants to know why Castiel would bother to lie about something like that, and Dean argues that “demons lie!” Yeah, but who’s ever heard of a demon who’s immune to salt rounds? And Ruby’s knife?!
Dean: Don’t you think that if angels were real, that some hunter somewhere would have seen one? At some point, ever?
Sam: Yeah, you just did Dean.
They continue to argue about it until Bobby finally interrupts, “You two chuckleheads want to keep arguing religion or you want to come take a look at this?”
Like chastised little kids, Sam and Dean both get up to go see what Bobby’s looking at. He’s found lots of lore, Biblical, pre-Biblical, some of it even in cuneiform. “It all says an angel can snatch a soul from the pit.”
“What else?” Dean asks, rubbing his shoulder absently.
“What else what?”
“What else can do it?”
As far as Bobby can tell, nothing. Dean just stares at him, and Sam finally says, “Dean this is good news.”
“How?”
“Because for once this isn’t just another round of demon crap. I mean, maybe you were saved by one of the good guys, you know?”
“Okay,” Dean says for the sake of argument. “Say it’s true, say there are angels. Then what, there’s a God?”
Bobby: At this point, the biggest money’s on “yeah!”
Dean’s still having trouble wrapping his mind around this whole thing.
Dean: I don’t know guys…
Sam: Okay look, I know you’re not all choirboy about this stuff, but this is becoming less and less about faith and more and more about proof.
Dean’s still not buying it.
Sam: Why not?
Dean: Because why ME?
Sure, he’s saved some people in his time so he figures that might have made up for all the stealing and ditching chicks, “But why do I deserved to get saved? I’m just a regular guy!”
“Apparently,” Sam answers, “you’re a regular guy who’s important to the man upstairs.”
Bobby looks at Dean. He’s on Sam’s side this time around. Dean looks at them staring at him and answers, “Well that creeps me out!” Sam sighs as his brother continues, “I mean, I don’t like getting singled out a birthday parties, much less by…God.”
Dean lets out an ‘I can’t believe this is happening laugh’, and Sam tells him, “Okay, well too bad Dean, because I think he wants you to strap on your party hat.”
This is a lot to take in, but finally Dean asks, “Okay fine, what do we know about angels?”
Bobby reaches over and places a stack of huge books in front of the boys. “Start reading.”
Dean turns from the books to his brother. “You’re gonnna get me some pie.”
He grabs the smallest book off the stack and walks off.
~*~*~
Sam pulls up to the convenience store on the phone. “Yes, Dean I’ll get the chips…Dude, when have I ever forgotten the pie?” He gets out of the car. “Exactly.” Suddenly Sam spots the new Ruby hovering around the corner. “I gotta go.”
Sam hangs up the phone and walks over to join Ruby.
Ruby: So is it true?
Sam: Is what true?
Ruby: Did an angel rescue Dean?
Sam: You heard.
Ruby: Who hasn’t?
Sam: We’re not a hundred percent true, but I think so.
Ruby: Okay…bye Sam.
Clearly scared, Ruby starts to leave, but Sam stops her. What’s going on? She reminds him that they’re angels and she’s a demon, they’re not going to care if she’s helpful. “They smite first and ask questions later.” What does she know about them? Not much. She’s never met one and doesn’t want to any time soon. All she knows is that they “scare the holy Hell out of me. Watch yourself Sam.”
Sam lets out a confused laugh. “I’m not scared of angels.”
Ruby stares at him a moment, then leaves. Okay then…
~*~*~
Sam returns to find Bobby and Dean packing up Bobby’s car. What’s going on? Bobby tells him that he’s got a friend a state over, Olivia, who he’s been trying to reach about this angel thing but she’s not answering her phone. They’re going to go check on her. They’ll follow him in the Impala.
Dean appears at the driver’s side. “Scoot over.”
“Yeah.” Sam scoots over and hands his brother the sack of food.
Anxiously, Dean opens the bag and starts rustling through it. Suddenly he stops. “Dude?”
“Yeah?”
Dean looks up, wide-eyed. “Where’s the pie?”
~*~*~
Sam and Dean follow Bobby into Olivia’s house. “Olivia?” They find her body on the kitchen floor, her insides ripped out despite the salt line across the doorway.
Bobby rushes back outside, not stopping when they call after him. Sam leans down to get a closer look at the body as Dean walks over to the weapon’s closet. “Olivia was rockin’ the EMF meter.”
“Spirit activity.”
“On steroids,” Dean adds, looking down at the body. “I’ve never seen a ghost do this to a person.”
Bobby comes back in and Dean asks him if he’s alright. He looks up from his open phone. “I called some hunters nearby.”
“Good, we need all the help we can get.”
“They ain’t answering their phones either.”
“Somethin’s up, huh?” Sam asks, to which Bobby just looks at him. “You think?”
~*~*~
The phone rings in a house that has been torn apart. Blood and spent salt shots cover the ground as the answering machine picks up. “Jeb, Dean Winchester again, friend of Bobby Singer. Look we think something’s happening. We think it’s happening to hunters, we just want to make sure you’re okay, call me back.”
Jeb is most definitely not okay.
~*~*~
Night.
Dean and Sam exit Jeb’s house as Dean tells Bobby over the phone what they’ve found . It’s even worse than Olivia. Bobby reports the same bad news about two other hunters. “They’ve redecorated. In red.”
What’s going on? Nobody knows, but until they find out, they better get back to Bobby’s. Right, they’re on their way.
~*~*~
Dean’s asleep in the passenger side as Sam stops at a gas station to refuel the Impala. He puts the pump in and heads inside.
In the bathroom, Sam notices his frozen breath as he’s washing his hands. He slowly stands up as the mirror freezes over. He reaches forward to brush the mirror clean and--
Hendrickson is standing behind him!
Sam swings around.
Hendrickson: Hi Sam. It’s been a while.
*insert black and white flashes of Sam remembering all his run-ins with Hendrickson*
Sam: Hendrickson...are you, did you…?
Hendrickson does the ghostly flash. “I didn’t survive. If that’s what you’re asking.”
“I’m sorry.”
“I know you are.”
“Look, if we would have known Lilith was coming—“
“You wouldn’t have left half a dozen people in that police station to die in your place.”
Whoa, what? Sam gives him a confused look. They didn’t do it on purpose!
“You. Did this to me,” Hendrickson confirms his revenge. “It was your fault, she was after you and I paid the price.” Sam tries to talk, but Hendrickson interrupts, “You left us there to DIE!”
He grabs Sam and slams him against the graffiti-covered lockers, the mirror, the sink, with inhuman strength. Hendrickson throws Sam to the ground and smirks down at him, then BAM!
Hendrickson disappears with the shotgun blast. (Yay Dean!!) Dean looks down at his brother. Was that really who he just thought he saw?
~*~*~
Back at Bobby’s house, Bobby exhales a frozen breath and quickly grabs an iron fireplace poker. His radios start to go haywire as he slowly creeps into his kitchen.
Nothing. No one.
Ghostly giggles made him turn around and head for the stairs…
Suddenly a striped ball bounces down the stairs and into the moonlight.
Bobby watches it come to rest at his feet. That can’t be good.
He swings around to find…two little girls. Twins. This definitely can’t be good!
~*~*~
Dean’s driving and cursing Bobby for not picking up his phone. He turns to Sam and asks, “How you feelin’, huh? How many fingers am I holdin’ up?”
“None,” Sam answers grimly. “I’ll be fine Dean.”
“Hendrickson?”
“Yep.”
“Why? What did he want?”
“Revenge, because we got him killed.”
“Sam.”
“Well we did, Dean.”
Alright, stop right there. Whatever’s going on, it’s happening to them now, so Dean tells his brother he can’t get a hold of Bobby, so if he’s not thinking up any answers, “don’t think at all.”
~*~*~
Sam and Dean enter Bobby’s house, guns drawn.
“Bobby?” Dean whispers. No answer.
They continue to search, finding the iron fireplace poker, but no Bobby. “I’ll go,” Dean whispers, pointing upstairs. “You check outside.”
~*~*~
Outside in the car lot, Sam calls for Bobby. He can’t answer because he’s being held hostage by the creepy little girl twins in one of the rusted, broken down cars. One of them holds her hand over his mouth so he can’t call out.
~*~*~
Inside, Dean enters Bobby’s upstairs red wallpapered hallway. “Bobby?” All the doors start slamming shut, leaving only the one at the end of the hall open. It creaks open even further and Dean slowly inches forward.
“Come out, come out, whoever you are…” He raises his shotgun.
“Dean Winchester.” Suddenly Meg appears in front of the stained glass window behind Dean. “Still so bossy.”
He turns around to the woman with shoulder-length blond hair.
“You don’t recognize me?” she asks. “This is what I looked like before that demon cut off my hair and dressed me like a slut.”
*flashbacks of Sam and Dean’s encounters with Meg*
“Meg?”
She smiles. “Hi.”
~*~*~
“It’s okay,” Meg says, holding up her hands. “I’m not a demon.”
Dean keeps his gun right where it’s pointed. “You’re the girl who the demon possessed.”
She tells him it’s nice to finally talk to him when she’s “you know, not choking on my own blood.” She tells him that she is—sorry, was—just a college girl, until one day she was jumped by black smoke, which took over her body. She tells him that she was awake the whole time, being forced to watch as her body went around killing people.
“I’m sorry.”
“Oh yeah? So sorry you had me thrown off a building?”
“Well we thought—”
“No you didn’t think!” Meg interrupts. As if Dean didn’t already feel guilty enough, she continues to yell at him, “I kept waiting! Praying! I was trapped in there, screaming at you ‘just HELP ME PLEASE!’ You’re supposed to help people Dean, why didn’t you help ME?”
“I’m sorry,” Dean says again, clearly meaning it.
“Stop saying you’re SORRY!” Meg punches him in the face, sending Dean to the floor.
“Meg,” Dean struggles to catch his breath. “Meg—” She kicks him hard, and he gasps, “We didn’t know—“
“No.” Meg squats down next to him. “You just attacked. Did you ever think there was a girl in here? No, you just charged in, slashing, burning. You think you’re some kind of hero?”
Dean honestly answers, “No I don’t.”
As she grabs him by the collar, continuing to yell at him, “Do you have any idea what it’s like to be ridden for months by pure evil?” Dean notices a scar on her hand, some kind of strange ancient mark. “While your family has no idea what happened to you?”
“We did the best we could,” Dean growls back, and Meg slams him back into the floor, kicking him again.
~*~*~
Meanwhile, the ghostly twins are playing off Bobby’s guilt as well.
“Are you scared, Bobby?”
“We were scared Bobby.”
“When the monster came for us.”
“And grabbed us tight.”
“And we couldn’t even scream.”
“You were right there Bobby.”
“You were in the house.”
“You were so close.”
He continues to look back and forth between them, mouth still covered by one of the little girls.
“You could have saved us Bobby.”
Outside, Sam gabs a crowbar and starts prying open car trunks. “I’m here, Bobby!”
“You walked right past that door.”
*Bam! Bam!*
“The monster had us.”
“And you didn’t find us.”
Sam flings the trunk open. It’s empty.
“And now. They won’t find you.” The little girl plugs his nose.
Sam opens another trunk. Still no Bobby!
~*~*~
Inside the house, Dean’s still being attacked by Meg, who continues to lay on the guilt. “It wasn’t just me. I had a sister. A little sister. She worshipped me. You know how little siblings are right? How they’ll do anything for you?” Dean winces from the floor. “She was never the same after I disappeared. She just…she just got lost…” Meg’s anger starts to build. “And when my body was lying in the morgue? Beat up? Broken?”
“Meg—”
“You know what that did to her?! She KILLED HERSELF!” Meg kicks him again with serious force. Geez, can’t a guy get a break? “BECAUSE OF YOU DEAN!” Meg shouts. “Because all you were thinking about was your family! You’re revenge, and your demons!” He holds up a hand to stop her for a second, but she continues. “50 words of Latin sooner and I’d still be alive. My baby sister would still be alive.”
Still on the floor, Dean doesn’t say anything.
“THAT BLOOD IS ON YOUR HANDS DEAN!” Meg yells at him.
Finally Dean looks up at her. “You’re right.”
Even so, she kicks him again.
~*~*~
Sam has gone through every trunk in sight, but still no Bobby. Finally he looks up to a pile of car parts, seeing a reflection in one of the broken down car’s side mirrors.
“Bobby!” He climbs the scrap heap. “Hold on Bobby! I’m coming!”
Sam jams the crowbar into the back of the vehicle, shoving apart the back double doors. The twins look up from Bobby and suddenly Sam goes flying backwards, landing on the windshield of the car below. Before he can even catch his breath, one of the twins is right there. She reaches for him, and he swings the crowbar at her.
Bobby manages to get rid of the other twin. He and Sam look at each other as they catch their breath. This day just keeps getting’ better and better!
~*~*~
Inside, poor Dean crawls into the room at the end of the hall and manages to get his gun out. Meg merely smirks. He can’t shoot her with bullets.
“I’m not shooting at you,” he answers, then aims up and shoots the chandelier. It falls right on top of her, and Meg disappears in a rain of black smoke. Dean looks at where she used to be. “Iron.”
Ha! Take that Meg! He groans and falls back on the floor.
~*~*~
Back together again, Sam, Dean, and Bobby discuss the fact that all the people they couldn’t save have come back to try and kill them. He asks if Meg had a tattoo when she was alive and Sam doesn’t think so. Dean says there was a mark on her hand, kind of like a brand. Sam saw the same kind of mark on Hendrickson.
Bobby asks what it looked like, and Sam asks for a piece of paper and draws it. He holds up his drawing for Dean to see.
Dean: That’s it.
Sam hands it over to Bobby.
Bobby: I may have seen this before.
But there’s no time to discuss it now. Grabbing some books and more shotguns, Bobby tells them they’ve got to move. Okay, but where? “Someplace safe you igiot.”
And by “someplace safe”, Bobby means the bomb-shelter looking basement room with the demon trap ventilation fan in the roof.
Sam and Dean enter the room in awe, and Bobby closes the safe-like lock. Sam runs his fingers along the wall, then turns to face his friend.
Sam: Bobby, is this?
Bobby: Solid iron. Completely coated in salt. 100% ghost proof.
Sam stares at him a second, then asks, “You built a Panic Room?”
Bobby just shrugs. “I had a weekend off.”
Sam smiles, still surprised. Dean puts his gun down. “Bobby?”
“Yeah?”
Dean’s face breaks into a smile. “You’re awesome.”
He shares a look with his brother, laughs, then, “Oh.” Seems the panic room comes complete with the good ol’ girl in a swimsuit poster on the wall.
~*~*~
Sam and Dean sit at the table making salt rounds. Dean looks at his brother like he wants to say something, then goes back to the salt rounds. Finally, he says, “See this is why I can’t get behind God. “
“What are you talking about,” Sam asks.
“If he doesn’t exist, fine. Bad crap happens to good people. That’s how it is, no rhyme or reason, just random horrible evil, I get it. I could roll with that. But if he is out there?” Dean adds, then where is he while “all these decent people are gettin’ torn to shreds? How does he live with himself, you know, why doesn’t he help?”
He tosses one of the salt shots to the table and Sam turns to Bobby for help.
Bobby hesitates with that ‘deer in the headlights look’, and finally Dean turns to look at him too.
Bobby: I ain’t touchin’ this one with a ten-foot pole.
Dean lets it go and Bobby tells him he found it. “It” being the symbol. He explains that the brand on the ghosts is the “mark of the witnesses”.
“Witness to what?” Sam asks.
“The unnatural. None of them died what you’d call ordinary deaths,” Bobby answers. “See these ghosts were forced to rise. They woke up in agony, they’re like rabid dogs, it ain’t their fault. Someone rose them. On purpose.”
“Who?”
“Do I look like I know?”
Whoever it was used a spell so powerful it left a mark, a brand on their souls. “Whoever did this,” Bobby explains, “had big plans. It’s called the rising of the witnesses.” He reaches over to tap a book. “It figures into an ancient prophesy.”
“What book is that prophesy from?” Dean asks, getting up to join him.
“Well the widely distributed version’s just for tourists, but, uh…Long story short, Revelations.”
Sam and Dean stare at him.
“This is a sign boys.”
They look at each other, then both ask, “A sign of what?”
Bobby hesitates, leaning back in his chair. Finally he answers, “The Apocalypse.”
~*~*~
“Apocalypse.” Surely Dean didn’t hear right. “As in *Apocalypse* Apocalypse? Four Horsemen, pestilence, $5 dollar a gallon gas Apocalypse?”
“That’s the one,” Bobby answers grimly. He tells them that the Rise of the Witnesses is a mile marker.
“Okay,” Sam asks, “So what do they do now?”
Dean lets out a huff. “Road trip. Grand Canyon, the Star Trek Experience—” He claps, pointing to Sam for emphasis. “Bunny Ranch.”
“First things first,” Bobby says as he and Sam both ignore Dean. “How about we survive our friends out there?”
“Any ideas aside from staying in this room till Judgment Day?” Dean asks.
Well, there is a spell to send the witnesses back to rest. “It should work.”
“Should work?” Sam lets out a mirthless laugh. “Great.”
If Bobby translated it right, he thinks he’s got everything they need I the house.
Dean: Any chase you got everything we need right here in this room?
Bobby: You thought our luck was gonna start now all of a sudden?
The spell has to be cast over an open fire.
Sam: The fireplace in the library.
Dean: It’s just not as appealing as a ghost-proof panic room, you know?
Sam nods his agreement, taking in a deep breath. Here’s hoping they make it to the library…
~*~*~
Everybody loads up as Bobby tells them to “cover each other, and aim careful. Don’t run out of ammo until I’m done, or they’ll shred ya.”
Ready? Okay.
Bobby opens the door and all three of them slowly step out, shotguns ready…
So far so good…
They get to the stairs and—“Hey Dean, you remember me?”
*flash to the bank where Ronald is being shot, “he’s got the laser eyes!”*
Dean smiles. “Ronald, huh? With the uh, laser eyes? I wish I could say it was good to see you.”
Ronald stands up, blocking the way on the stairs. “I am dead because of you. YOU WERE SUPPOES TO HELP ME—“
*BAM!*
Sam and Dean jump and Bobby lowers his shotgun. “If you’re gonna shoot, shoot, don’t talk.”
They head upstairs.
Bobby rushes to the desk, grabbing what he needs as Sam lays down the salt and Dean starts the fire. Bobby tells him to go upstairs and get the heavy red hex box in the linen closet. “Got it.” Sam runs upstairs.
The twins reappear. “Bobby.”
Bobby’s eyes widen and Dean turns around, quickly shooting them before they can say anything else. Ghostly giggles ring out.
Bobby tells Dean to go to the kitchen. In the cutlery drawer there’s a false bottom. He needs gimlock, opium, and wormwood. Dean stops in his tracks. “Opium?”
“Go!”
Alright, he just thought he’d ask. Dean rushes off to the kitchen.
The twins reappear. “Bobby? You walked right by us. While that monster ate us all up. You could have saved us.”
Poor Bobby’s guilt is distracting him from his work. He picks up his shotgun, but he can’t do it.
~*~*~
A shotgun sounds from downstairs as Sam uncovers the hex box. Unfortunately Meg is back, and she’s not happy. Especially since, “you saw how I suffered for months. I thought you must have learned something. I thought I died for something.”
“Meg—”
“Do you know what you’re doing with that demon, Ruby?” She asks him how many innocent bodies, girls like her Ruby goes through “just for kicks”. And yet he lets her stay around? “You’re a MONSTER!”
Sam shoots her.
~*~*~
The kitchen door slams shut.
Bobby: Dean?
Dean: I’m alright Bobby, keep working!
Bobby goes back to work.
In the kitchen, Hendrickson appears and Dean stops rustling through the drawer.
“Dean.”
“I know.”
“No, you don’t.”
“It’s my fault your dead. I left you behind,” Dean tells him. “The minute I heard about that explosion, I thought…I should have know, I should have protected you.”
As he talks, Dean reaches for his gun behind him. Suddenly the gun flies across the room and Hendrickson shakes his head. “Uh-uh, not so fast.”
Well, there goes plan A.
“You think you left and then Lilith came and we all died in a beautiful blast of white light?” Hendrickson mocks. “If only. Forty. Five. Minutes.”
“What?” Dean has no idea what he’s talking about.
“Over 45 minutes, Lilith said she wanted to have some fun. The secretary was first remember her? Nancy? The virgin?” Hendrickson asks. “Lilith filleted Nancy’s skin off. Piece. By. Piece. Right in front of us, made us watch, Nancy never stopped screaming.”
“No…” Dean shakes his head. He doesn’t want it to be true.
“I was the last,” Hendrickson continues.
Truly sorry, Dean starts “Victor—” but Hendrickson smashes his hand through Dean’s chest, grabbing a hold of his heart. He doesn’t think it’s fair that Dean should be saved but he doesn’t get another chance.
(Ahhhh! No, Dean! Where’s Sam?!)
Hendrickson closes his eyes, squeezing harder, as Dean fights back against the pain. His heart beats faster and faster until—*BAM!*
(There he is!)
Dean falls to the kitchen floor and Sam rushes over to his brother. “You all right?”
“No.”
Sam helps him up.
~*~*~
In the library, all three guys reconvene to reload their shotguns and give Bobby the stuff they’ve collected. Ronald appears again, staring sadly at Dean.
“Ronald, hey man, I thought we were pals.”
“That’s when I was breathing,” the ghost answers, stating calmly, “Now I’m gonna eat you alive.”
Dean laughs. “Well, come on I’m not a cheeseburger.” He swings up his newly reloaded shotgun but Ronald’s gone.
Bobby starts in on the spell, and all the windows fly open. He rushes to make sure everything stays in place as Sam and Dean start shooting like crazy.
*Bam!* “DOWN!” *BAM! Shk-shk BAM! BAMBAMBAMBAM* Reload! *BAM! BAM!* Shells fall and little girls giggle as Bobby continues to try and read.
Hendrickson ghost whooshes the gun out of Dean’s hand and Dean grabs another and *click* Okay, go for the iron bar then!
Sam shoots his last round and gets pinned by a desk whooshed over to him by Meg.
Dean: Sam!
Sam: Cover Bobby!
Sam looks up to find the twins staring at him from on top of the desk.
Bobby continues to read until AGH! Meg jams here hand into his back, grabbing his heart.
Bobby loses his grip on the bowl. It starts to fall. “Dean! Fireplace!!”
Dean lunges forward, grabbing the bowl just in time and flicking its contents into the fireplace.
A bright blue flame erupts, engulfing the entire room and all the ghosts are blasted back to rest.
Sam moves out from behind the desk and he and Dean help Bobby up.
~*~*~
Sam’s asleep on the couch and Dean suddenly wakes up from his makeshift bed on the floor. He turns around to find Cassiel standing in the kitchen. Dean checks to make sure Sam is still asleep and gets up to join the angel.
Castiel: Excellent job with the witnesses.
Dean: You were hip to all this?
Castiel: I was…made aware.
Dean: Well thanks a lot for the angelic assistance. You know I almost got my heart ripped out of my chest?
Castiel: But you didn’t.
Dean: I thought angels were supposed to be guardians. Fluffy wings, halos, you know, Michael Landon. Not dicks.
“Read the Bible,” Castiel answers, un-phased. “Angels are warriors of God. I’m a soldier.”
“Yeah, then why didn’t you fight?”
“I’m not here to perch on your shoulder,” Castiel informs. “We had larger concerns. “
“Concerns?” Dean asks angrily. “There are people getting’ torn to shreds down here!”
And by the way, Dean asks, while all this is going on where’s his boss huh? Castiel assures him “There is a God.” Dean still isn’t convinced. Then what’s he waiting for? “Genocide? Monsters roaming the earth? The freakin’ Apocalypse?” Dean wants to know at one point God’s going to start helping, and once he finally gets a break in his rant, he suddenly stops, surprised at what’s come out of his mouth, and the fact that Castiel simply sighs instead of smites him right then and there.
“So Bobby was right?” Dean says. “About the witnesses? This kind of The Apocalypse?”
“That’s why we’re here” Castiel answers. “Big things are afoot.”
“Do I want to know what kind of things?”
“I sincerely doubt it, but you need to know.”
Castiel tells him that the Rising of the Witnesses is one of the 66 seals, to which Dean answers, “Okay, I’m guessing that’s not a show at Sea World…”
Castiel: Those seals, are being broken. By Lilith.
Now Dean gets it. Lilith was the one who rose those ghosts to come after them. And it wasn’t just them. Castiel tells him 20 other hunters are dead, killed by the people they couldn’t save. Lilith has her own morbid sense of humor.
Okay, Dean decides, all they have to do is put the rest of them back to rest. Castiel explains that it doesn’t matter, “the seal was broken.”
“Why break the seal anyway?”
“Think of the seals like locks on a door,” Cassiel starts.
“Okay, last one opens and…?”
Castiel stands up, taking a long moment. Finally he looks Dean square in the eye and answers, “Lucifer walks free.”
Whoa. Dean stares at him a moment, then says, “I thought Lucifer was just a story they told in demon Sunday school. There’s no such thing.”
Castiel: Three days ago you thought there was no such thing as me.
Good point.
Castiel: Why do you think we’re here walking among you for the first time in two thousand years?
Dean is finally starting to believe. “To stop Lucifer.”
Castiel nods. “That’s why we’ve arrived.”
“Well, bang up job so far. Stellar work with the witnesses it was nice.”
“We tried. There are other battles,” Castiel tells him. “Other seals, some we’ll win, some we’ll lose. This one, we lost.” Dean smirks and Castiel steps up to him. “Our numbers are not unlimited. Six of my brothers died in the field this week. You think the armies of Heaven should just follow you around?”
Dean doesn’t answer.
“There’s a bigger picture here…”
Dean’s smirk is gone.
“You should show me some respect,” Castiel warns him in a deadly calm voice. “I dragged you out of Hell. I can throw you back in.”
If anything, this gets Dean thinking maybe he shouldn’t mock the angel after all. He turns and Castiel is gone.
Dean awakes with a start and sits up, rubbing his eyes.
Sam: You all right?
Dean doesn’t answer.
Sam: What’s wrong, Dean?
Dean: So…you got no problem believing in God and angels?
Sam finishes buttoning his shirt and shakes his head, answering easily, “No, not really.”
Dean thinks about this a second, then asks, “So I guess that means you believe in The Devil.”
Sam frowns at his brother. “Why are you asking me all this?”
Dean shakes his head absently, still thinking…his gazes shoots back to his brother.
*cut to black*
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Ahhhhh! No! You can’t stop there! Grrrrr
As always, great episode. As if poor Sam and Dean didn’t have enough guilt to carry around already, now this? And THE Apocalypse? 
Whoa, where do you go after that? Next season will certainly be interesting….haha Love it! Favorite quote of the week: “Dude? Where’s the pie?”
PS-Was it just me, or did I see the face of a famous X-files alum in the promo for next week??
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