Supernatural: Good God, Y’all
September 19th 2009 18:10
In the hospital, Sam watches Bobby sit staring wordlessly out the window. Dean joins him at the doorway of Bobby’s room.
“What’s it been, like three days now?” he asks. “We gotta cheer him up. Maybe I’ll give him a backrub.”
“Dean.”
“Well what then?”
“Look,” Sam answers grimly. “We might have to wrap our heads around the idea that Bobby might not just bounce back this time.”
Dean doesn’t answer, and Sam asks what’s in the large envelope his brother is holding.
“Went down to radiology,” Dean answers, pulling out an x-ray. “Got some glamour shots. Let’s just say the doctors are baffled.”
Sam holds the x-rays up to the light and sees the carvings Castiel put on Dean’s ribs. “Holy crap!”
“Yeah well, Cas carved you one too.”
Sam’s phone rings and he picks it up. “Hello?...Castiel?”
“Speak of the devil.”
“St. Martin’s hospital, why? What are you—Cas?“ Sam hangs up the phone and sighs.
Cas walks down the hallway, joining the boys outside Bobby’s room.
“Cell phone Cas?” Dean asks. “Really? Since when did you need to reach out and touch someone?”
“I don’t have much time,” Cas says, turning to Dean. “We need to talk.”
“Okay…”
“Your plan, to kill Lucifer.”
“Yeah, you want to help?”
“No, it’s foolish. It can’t be done.”
“Oh, well thanks for the support.”
“But I believe,” Cas continues, “I have the solution. There is someone besides Michael strong enough to take on Lucifer. Strong enough to stop The Apocalypse.”
“Who’s that?” Sam asks, and Cas turns to him.
“The one who resurrected me and put you on that airplane. The one who began everything. God.” Cas looks at Dean. “I’m gonna find God.”
“God?” Dean asks, closing the door.
“Yes.”
“God.”
“Yes. He isn’t in Heaven, he has to be somewhere.”
“Try New Mexico,” Dean answers. “I hear he’s on a tortilla.”
Cas completely misses the sarcasm and seriously answers, “No He isn’t on any flatbread.”
Dean just shakes his head. “Listen chuckles, even if there is a God, He is either dead, and that’s the generous theory—“
“He is out there Dean—“
“Or,” Dean interrupts. “He’s up and kicking and doesn’t give a rat’s ass about any of us.”
Cas’s feature’s harden, and Dean walks around him, continuing, “I mean look around you, man, the world is in the toilet! We are literally at the End of Days here and He’s off somewhere drinkin’ boos out of a coconut—“
“Enough,” Cas interrupts sternly. “This is not a theological issue, it’s strategic. With God’s help, we can win.”
“It’s a pipe dream, Cas.”
“I killed two angels this week,” Cas answers, stepping right into Dean’s face. “Those were my brothers. I’m hunted. I rebelled and I did all of it for you. And you failed. You and your brother destroyed the world, and I lost everything. For nothing…So keep your opinions to yourself.”
“Well you didn’t drop in just to tear us a new hole,” Bobby speaks up grimly from his wheelchair. “So what is it you want?”
“I did come for something,” Cas answers. “An amulet.”
“An amulet? What kind?”
“Very rare,” Cas says, turning to address Bobby. “Very powerful. It burns hot in God’s presence, it’ll help me find him.”
“Like God EMF?” Sam asks and Cas nods.
“Well I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about,” Bobby answers. “I’ve got nothin’ like that.”
“I know. You don’t.” Cas turns to Dean and looks at his necklace. That’s right, the one Sam gave him when they were kids.
Dean follows Cas’s gaze. “What, this?”
“May I borrow it?”
“No,” Dean answers strongly.
“Dean, give it to me.”
Dean stares at Cas like he’s crazy. After a long moment, he finally starts to take off the necklace. “Alright, I guess…” He holds it in his hands, still hesitant to give it up.
Cas reaches for it and Dean pulls it back, telling him, “Don’t. Lose it.”
Cas takes the necklace and Dean squirms. “Great,” he says. “Now I feel naked.”
“I’ll be in touch.”
Cas is gone.
“Well when you find God,” Bobby calls out after him. “Tell Him to send some legs!”
~*~*~
Rufus shoots into the heart of a dusty small town, rushing to pull a kid to safety, and help him stop the bleeding to his leg. Frantically, he pulls out his cell phone.
~*~*~
River Pass, Colorado
Sam and Dean drive up to a completely destroyed bridge and stop. They get out to inspect the damage. Yep, definitely no getting across that bridge.
“This is the only road in or out,” Dean says as Sam holds up his cell phone.
“No signal.”
“Rufus is right, demon’s got this place locked down.”
“Looks like we’re hikin’ in.”
“And the hits just keep on comin’.”
*cue Spirit in The Sky music*
Sam and Dean walk into what looks like a ghost town. Overturned cars and dusty roads meet them. They pass “Big Louie’s Pioneer Day Sale” and still not a person in sight. Slightly confused, they walk past an upside down car, stopping to carefully inspect the inside. Nope, no one or demons there.
“Goin’ off to the spirit in the sky…(Spirit in the skyyyyyy)”
They glance over at a sprinkler hitting a blowup duck and approach the abandoned car playing the music. Sam leans in and turns off the car. The music stops. The only sound now is the River Pss Colorado Pioneer Days “Welcome Folks!” banner flapping lightly in the breeze.
The brothers continue down the road, Dean getting distracted by a shiny red mustang, and wind up at another abandoned car, this one sitting next to an empty baby stroller and a disturbing amount of blood.
They start around the car when—
“What’s goin’ on, Ellen?” Dean asks as they follow her down the stairs.
“More than I can handle alone.”
“How many demons are there?” Sams asks, to which Ellen answers, “Pretty much the whole town, minus the dead people and these guys.” She stops at the door and faces them, asking, “So, this is it, right? End times? It’s gotta be.”
Sam and Dean exchange a look, and finally Sam answers, “Seems like it.”
She nods and knocks on the door. “It’s me.”
Someone checks the peephole then opens the door. Ellen brings Sam and Dean into a room where the last of the townsfolk are holed up.
“This is Sam and Dean,” she tells the room. “They’re hunters, here to help.”
“You guys hip to this whole demon thing?” the guy at the door asks, and Dean answers, “Yeah, are you?”
“My wife’s eyes turned black,” another man at the table answers. “She came at me with a brick. Kinda makes you embrace the paranormal.”
Dean turns to Ellen. “Alright, catch us up.”
“I doubt I know much more than you,” she answers with a sigh. “Rufus called, said he was in town investigating omens. All of a sudden the whole town was possessed. He and Joe were nearby…”
“You’re hunting with Joe?” Dean asks, surprised.
“Yeah, for a while now,” she answers, and Dean exchanges a look with Sam. “We got here,” Ellen continues, “And the place, well the place was like you see it. Couldn’t find Rufus, then me and Jo got separated. I was out looking when I found you.”
“Don’t worry,” Dean assures. “We’ll find her.”
“Either way, uh,” Sam says, looking at the room. “These people cannot just sit here, we gotta get them out now.”
“No it’s not that easy,” Ellen answers. “I’ve been trying. We already made a run for it once.”
“What happened?”
“There used to be 20 of us.”
Sam and Dean look at half that many now.
“Well there’s three of us now,” Dean answers, but Ellen argues that they don’t know what it’s like out there.
“Demons are everywhere, we won’t be able to cover everybody.”
“What if we get everyone guns?” Sam asks, and Dean answers, “What, are you gonna arm up baby bump over here?”
“The more salt we can fire at once, the more demons we can keep away,” Sam answers.
Dean glances at the people then back, remembering a sporting goods store they passed on the way in. “I bet they got guns.” He puts his bag down and Sam tells Ellen to stay while they go out.
“What about—“
“Jo and Rufus are out there,” Sam interrupts. “We’ll bring ‘em back.”
The man at the door removes the makeshift barrier and lets Sam and Dean out.
Once in the hallway, Dean stops his brother. “Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold on. Why don’t I just go?”
Sam gives him a confused look. “What, alone?”
“Well yeah, somebody’s gotta stay here and start givin’ ‘em Shotgun 101.”
“Yeah, Ellen.”
Sam starts for the stairs, but Dean stops him again.
“No, no, no, it’s gonna go a lot faster if you just stay here, okay?”
“While you go get guns and salt and look for Jo and Rufus?” Sam asks. “That’s stupid.”
“I can handle it.”
Sam studies his brother a second, then his face changes. “You don’t want me goin’ out there.”
“I didn’t say that.”
“Around demons.”
“I didn’t say that.”
“Fine, then let’s go.”
Sam walks off before Dean can stop him, clearly not so happy.
~*~*~
Outside, Sam tells his brother, “I’ll get the salt, you get the guns.”
Keeping an eye out and, Dean answers, “We’ll go together.”
“Dean, it’s right there. Can we at least do this like professionals?” Sam cocks his gun and heads in for the store without Dean.
~*~*~
As Sam’s loading up on salt, the door to the store opens. He glances through the shelf to see two men with black eyes walk in. Watching them through the security mirror at the back of the store, Sam reaches for his knife. Something is knocked to the floor, and the demon swings around.
Sam’s on his feet with the salt, but not quite quick enough. The demon grabs him around the throat as he’s trying to force out the Latin. The demon knocks the salt out of Sam’s hand and Sam pulls out his knife, stabbing him just in time for the second demon to attack. He quickly thrusts the knife through the man’s neck. The demon falls to the ground in a pool of blood.
Sam stares down at the bloody knife, suddenly realizing what’s in front of him. He stares at it, running his thumb slowly across the blade. He stares at the blood on his thumb…
The door opens and he ducks down, pulled out of his trance.
“Sammy?”
Dean rounds the corner to see the blood dripping off Sam’s knife, the two dead demons on the floor in front of him. He stares at Sam. Neither of them say anything.
~*~*~
“Okay—“
“No Roger, hang on a second—“
Sam, Dean, and Ellen are trying to instruct the townspeople on how to load and use the guns. Roger fumbles a shotgun shell to the table as Sam tries to instruct the pregnant lady and her husband on how to load a clip. Dean pops a rifle down on the table in front of him, asking the guy who was manning the door, “You know your way around a gun at all?”
The man takes it and quickly disassembles it.
“Hmm.” Dean nods. “Where’d you serve?”
“Falusia. Two tours. Got back a little over a year ago. Takes one to know one,” the guy adds. “Where’d you serve?”
After a second, Dean answers, “Hell.”
The guy laughs. “No, seriously.”
“Seriously. Hell.”
~*~*~
Later on, Dean notices Sam sitting alone. Something is clearly bothering him. He walks over to sit next to his brother.
“Hey.”
“Hey.”
Dean studies Sam a second then asks, “What’s wrong?”
Sam hesitates, then answers, “It’s just—at the store, those demons were possessing teenagers. I mean, I had to slit some kid’s throat.”
“Come on Sam, you had to.”
“I know, I just—it used to be like—“ he stops. “I just wish I could save people, like I used to.”
Dean pauses a moment, then answers, “What you mean like when you were all hopped up on demon blood?”
“I-I didn’t say that.”
Before either of them can say anything more, Ellen walks up. “I’ll be back.”
“Where’re you goin’?”
“I can’t sit here on my ass. My daughter’s out there somewhere. If I’m not back in half an hour, get these people out of here.”
“No wait—“ Sam and Dean both stand up, and Sam finishes, “I’ll go with you.”
“Oh, hold on,” Dean interrupts, looking at Sam. “Can I talk to you for a second?”
They walk out into the hall, and Dean asks his brother, “You’re gonna go out there again?”
Dean tells Sam that he’ll go, but Sam says it’s fine. “Just stay here, get ‘em ready, I’ll cover Ellen,” he says simply.
“Why’s it gotta be you?”
“Oh that’s right, I forgot,” Sam answers, slipping back into annoyance. “You think I’ll take one look at a demon and suddenly fall off the wagon, as if after everything I haven’t learned my lesson.”
“Well, have you?”
Suddenly Sam slams Dean back against the door, surprising even his brother with his uncharacteristic bout of anger. Ellen and the door guy notice.
“If you actually think, I--” Sam stops himself and Dean just continues to look at him. They stare at each other a moment, then Sam walks off.
~*~*~
The sprinkler is still hitting the blowup duck as Ellen and Sam head down the road.
“So where’d you see her last?”
“Up ahead.” They walk a few more steps, and Ellen asks, “So, what’s up with you and Dean?” When Sam doesn’t answer, she adds, “Well it’s hard not to notice. How different things are between you guys these days.” Sam still doesn’t answer, and she jokes, “What happened, some girl come between you or something?”
Ellen doesn’t know how close she actually came to the truth and Sam tries to shake it off. “Just—stresses of the job, you know how it is. I’m kind of surprised,” he says, quickly changing the subject. “You and Jo hunting. Weren’t you always saying she couldn’t act the life?”
“She can’t. But if she’s gonna do it anyway.”
“You want to keep an eye on her.”
They walk a few more steps and Sam notices smoke. “Hey.”
“Is that a chimney goin’?”
“Looks like it.” Sam glances behind them, then, “Come on.”
They head for the house.
~*~*~
Carefully, Sam and Ellen approach the house, spotting a demon walking past a window.
“Looks like we found base camp,” Ellen says, and Sam frowns, looking at the chimney smoke.
“Demon’s don’t get cold…Makes you wonder what they’re burning.”
They start for the house when suddenly Ellen is yanked back and Sam is attacked. Ellen turns to find Jo in front of her, glaring at her mother and saying, “Don’t move you evil skank!”As Sam tries to fight off the guy attacking him, Jo shoves her mom back against the wall, pinning a shotgun between them.
Ellen watches Joe’s eyes go black, and tells the demon, “Don’t you hurt her. Don’t you--”
“Give me my mom back, you black-eyed bitch,” Joe spats back, and Ellen shoves her away.
Sam punches his demon in the face, cocking his gun and shouting, “Ellen, run!”
Suddenly Sam is hit on the back of the head. Ellen runs off. Sam blurrily looks up to find Rufus standing over him.
~*~*~
A fire is burning inside the fireplace of the darkened room. Sam wakes up to find himself tied to a chair, Rufus glaring down at him. He looks over to find Jo standing with a bottle of water. He yanks at the binds around his wrists and Rufus shakes his head.
“Nuh-uh, no way you gettin’ out of those,” he tells Sam. “I did you up myself. You’re stuck right where I want you.”
Rufus leans down over Sam, close enough into the light that Sam can see the black of his eyes. Rufus calls him evil and slaps him across the face as Jo gets ready with the holy water. She splashes it over Sam, confusing both of them when it doesn’t nothing.
Rufus grabs Sam by the throat.
“No, no, wait, wait wait, just wait!” Sam tries, but they ignore him. Jo holds his head as Rufus begins to pour salt into Sam’s mouth and begins the incantation.
“Stop!” Sam gasps, the salt filling his mouth and spilling down his chin. “Please!”
The salt continues to flow.
~*~*~
Dean paces in front of the door as the priest behind him prays. Suddenly there’s a frantic knocking at the door. Dean checks the peephole and lets Ellen in. He immediately notices something.
“Where’s Sam?”
Ellen looks at him, shaking her head and sitting down.
“They took him?” a girl asks shakily. “Demons took him?” She starts to freak out, wondering if the demons are in here, and the priest asks Dean, “Could they get in?”
“No,” he answers, grabbing his gun. “Everybody sit tight. I gotta—“ He stops in front of the door.
Dean stares at it a long moment, turns back to look at the innocent people sitting there staring at him, then frustrated, turns back, telling them, “We need to get a plan together. Tell me everything.”
~*~*~
“Please!” Sam gasps, the salt still filling his mouth.
Rufus stops, confused as to why it’s not working.
“Look,” Sam says quickly. “Something’s not right, you see that?”
Jo rushes around to fling more holy water on him. Sam spits it out.
“Come on, stop!”
Jo frowns at him, then steps over to Rufus. Sam spots one of the townsmen, Roger, standing in the doorway. He holds up his hand, rubbing a ring on his finger.
Sam looks up at the devil’s trap above him as Jo asks Rufus why none of this is working.
“I don’t know,” he answers, turning to look at Sam. From Rufus’s point of view, Sam has black eyes.
“Look, listen to me, something’s not right--”
“He’s not as strong as he thinks he is.”
“You can see that,” Sam continues. “Please—please, just listen to me—“
~*~*~
“Dean, one of them’s in Joe,” Ellen tells him as they sit at the table. “We gotta get it out without hurting her.” She lets out a mirthless laugh. “It called me a bitch.”
“Bruise a little easy, don’t you think?” Dean asks.
“No that’s not what I meant,” she answered. “It called me a ‘black-eyed bitch’.”
Well that’s weird.
“What kind of demons are these?” Ellen asks as Dean thinks this over. “Holy water and salt roll right off? My daughter might be an idiot but she’s not stupid. She wears an anti-possession charm.”
Dean still doesn’t answer, and she asks, “It’s all kinda weird, right?”
“The whole thing’s off,” he agrees.
“What’s your instinct?”
“My instinct? My instinct is to call Bobby and ask for help. Or Sam.”
“Well tough. All you got’s me, and all I got’s you, so let’s figure it out.”
“Alight.” Dean thinks a moment then asks, “Do you know why Rufus came to town? Was there a specific omen?”
“He said something about water, that’s all I know.”
“Padre,” Dean asks the priest. “Do you know what she’s talkin’ about? The water?“
“The, the river,” he answers, walking over. “Ran polluted, all of a sudden”
“When?”
“Last Wednesday,” door guy answers. “The demon thing started up the next day.”
“Anything else?” Dean asks. “Anything?”
“Maybe, but it’s pretty random.”
“Good, random’s good.”
“Shooting star. Does that count?” the man answers. “Real big, same night, Wednesday.”
“Well that definitely counts.”
Dean gets up and grabs a Bible off the shelf, flipping quickly through pages.
“So uh,” the same guy asks, “you think that all this comes from outer space?”
“This isn’t X-files, pal,” Dean answers, still flipping pages. He finally finds the one he wants, and reads, “And there fell a great star from Heaven, burning like a torch. And it fell upon the river, and the name of the star was Wormwood. And many men died.”
“Revelation 8:10,” the priest answers. “Are you saying this is about the Apocalypse?”
Dean looks at him. “You could say. Now these specific omens, they’re prelude to what?”
“The Four Horsemen…”
“And which one rides the red horse?”
“War.”
Dean turns to Ellen. “The cherry mustang parked on main?”
The priest lets out a weary laugh. “Y-you can’t think that a car—“
“It’s the way I’d roll,” Dean interrupts. “I mean, think about it.” He stands up. “It all makes sense. If War’s a dude and he’s here, maybe he’s messing with our heads.”
“Turning us on each other,” Ellen says with a nod.
“You said Joe called you a ‘black-eyed bitch’?” Ellen nods, and Dean finally figures it out. “They think we’re demons. We think they’re demons. What if there’re no demons at all? What if we’re all just killing each other?”
“Wait, just back up,” the priest says, flustered. “It’s The Apocalypse?”
Dean looks at him. “Sorry, padre.”
~*~*~
Sam is still sitting tied to the chair when the door opens. The man with the ring steps in.
“Who the hell are you?” Sam asks. And when the man just takes off his glasses, Sam corrects, “What, are you?”
“You caught me,” he mocks. “Popped in to watch. I can hustle like that.”
“So the Roger everyone around here knows, the real Roger?”
“Buried in a ditch.” He closes the door and picks up a chair to sit in front of Sam.
“So who are you?” Sam asks.
“Here’s a hint. I was in Germany, then in Germany, then in the Middle East. I was in Darfur when my beeper went off. I’m waiting to hook up with my siblings, I’ve got three. We’re gonna have so much fun together.”
Sam nods, staring at him. “I know who you are. There aren’t any demons in town are there?”
“Nope, just frightened people, ripping each other’s throats out,” War says happily. “I really haven’t had to do much. I mean, take out a bridge here, lay in a little hallucination there. Sit back, pop some corn. Watch the show. Frankly, you are really vicious little animals, Sam.”
“No,” Sam answers, shaking his head. “You’re doin’ this.”
“Please, last week this was Mayberry,” War answers. “Now these people are stabbing each other’s children.”
“Because you made them see demons!”
“Honestly? People don’t need a reason to kill each other,” War answers easily. “I mean have you seen the Irish? They’re all Irish.” When Sam doesn’t answer, he rolls his eyes. “You think I’m a monster. I’m jello shots at a party, I just—remove inhibitions.”
“I’m gonna kill you myself,” Sam answers, glaring at him.
“Ohh, that’s adorable,” War answers with a laugh. “Considering you’re my poster boy.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Sam asks.
“You can’t stop thinking about it. Ever since you saw it dripping off the blade of the knife,” War answers, all mocking and eye-rolling aside.
Sam swallows hard. “You’re wrong.”
“Save your protests for your brother. I can see inside your head, and man it is one-track city in there. Blood. Blood. Blood.”
Sam starts to breathe harder. He doesn’t want to hear this. War leans closer.
“Lust. For power. Same as always. You want to be strong again, but not just strong. Stronger than everybody. Good intentions, quick slide to hell buddy boy.”
Sam doesn’t answer, clearly bothered by what he’s saying. He swallows hard again.
“You feel bad now?” War asks. “Wait till you’re thigh-deep in warm corpses. Because my friend? I’m just getting started.”
Standing up, War puts Roger’s glasses back on. “Showtime for the meat suits!” He grins. “Watch this.”
Turning his ring, War smirks down at Sam. A line of blood begins to drip from his forehead, and he kicks his own chair away, letting out a shout and dropping to the floor.
Rufus and Jo rush in to see what the problem is.
“He did it!” War shouts.
“No—“
“He said they’re coming, he said they’re coming to get us!”
“No,” Sam tries again. “Stop, Jo, it’s—Rufus, he’s lying--
“You shut your mouth,” Rufus orders, seeing Sam with black eyes.
“Jo, he’s lying!”
Rufus knocks Sam out.
~*~*~
“So now you’re saying that there are no demons and that War is a guy?” the ex-arm man asks Dean.
“You believed crazy before,” Dean answers, but is interrupts by a furious pounding on the door.
“Open up man! Open up! It’s Roger!” Door man opens the door, and War rushes in, pretending to be Roger. “I saw ‘em,” he says, out of breath. “The demons. They know we’re trying to leave. They said they’re gonna pick us off one by one.”
“Wait, wait, wait, wait, what?” Dean asks.
“I thought you said there were no demons.”
“There’s not,” Dean answers the man, turning back to Roger. “Where did you go?”
“I thought someone should go out and see what’s goin’ on.”
“Where did you see the demons and what did they say exactly?” Dean asks.
“If we just sit here we’re gonna be dead,” door man answers, and Dean frustratedly replies, “No we’re not.”
“They’re gonna kill us,” War lies. “Unless we kill them first.”
The rest of the people are starting to panic, and Dean tries to stop it. “Okay, hold on, hold on.”
“No man, we got people to protect,” door man answers, going for his gun. “Let the able bodied go, hunt some demons.”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,” Dean interrupts. “Slow your roll, this is NOT a demon thing.” He glances over at War, who winks at him and touches his ring, saying, “Look at their eyes! They’re demons!”
The people look at Dean and Ellen and see black eyes. Dean turns, quickly tell Ellen to go as everyone starts for the guns. They barely get out the door before the first shot is fired.
~*~*~
War looks down at the bullets the door/ex-army man is loading into his gun, noting, “Those are real.”
“Those two could have been demons the entire time. All this salt and holy water talk? As far as I’m concerned, it’s crap.” He snaps the gun back into place.
“Are you sure?”
“It’s them or us,” he answers, picking up more shotgun shells.
“I think I saw some knives in the kitchen.”
“Great. Go.”
War smirks and heads off.
~*~*~
Jo watches as Rufus carefully ties a wire around the window latch, booby-trapping the door with a pipe bomb.
“Hey Rufus?” she asks, something clearly bothering her.
“Yeah?”
“Pipe bombs won’t kill a demon.”
“Right,” he answers, finishing with the pipe bomb and closing the curtains. “But in my experience, demons come at you slower if they’re in a body with no limbs.”
“One of them’s in my mother,” Jo answers, and Rufus finally looks at her.
“Jo listen to me, you know I’m gonna do everything I can. Your mom’s gonna be okay.”
Jo nods then dryly answers, “Unless she comes through that window.”
Rufus doesn’t have anything to say to that. He holds his hand out and she gives him another bomb.
~*~*~
The townspeople are armed and coming out.
“Stay low,” army guy commands. “Move fast.”
~*~*~
Jo and Rufus are loading their weapons when *BOOM!* The pipe bomb takes them both by surprise. They exchange a look then go to investigate. The windows and shakes are ripped apart, but no one is there. Jo hangs back as Rufus moves forward to investigate.
Suddenly, he’s pulled out the window.
“Rufus!”
Jo’s yanked back too.
Outside, Dean holds Rufus down as inside Ellen holds Jo. Jo still sees her mom with black eyes, but Ellen just orders, “Now you listen up Joanna Beth Harvelle.”
Dean pulls Rufus to his feet, pushing him against the outside of the house. “Listen to me,” he orders. “I am not a demon. Think! Rufus, all those omens.”
“You go to tell,” Rufus growls kicking and punching.
They struggle, both noticing the guns on the ground. Dean quickly pins him again before he can get to one.
“Rufus!” he tries again. “The polluted water, the shooting star, the red mustang? It’s War, I’m telling you, it’s War.”
“You’re damn right it is,” Rufus answers, not getting it. He shoves Dean away and goes for the gun again.
Dean tackles him, this time pinning him to the ground and grunting, “The Horsemen!”
“Horsemen?”
“Yeah! He’s turning us against each other, you’re hallucinating!”
Rufus squints at Dean, finally seeing his real eyes. “For Horsemen…War?”
“Yes,” Dean answers, glad he’s finally getting through to him.
“You figure this out all by yourself, genius?”
Dean lets him up.
~*~*~
The townspeople are spreading.
~*~*~
Ellen swings around with her shotgun aimed at the door as Dean and Rufus reenter the house.
“Whoa, whoa!” Dean holds up his hands.
Ellen keeps her gun posed. “We all on the same page?”
Dean glances at Rufus and they both nod. He turns to Jo. “Hi Jo.”
She nods. “Hey.”
“Okay,” Dean says, quick to get to the plan. “We gotta find War before everybody in this town kills each—“
*Bam! Bam! Bam!*
Everybody ducks as shots are fired into the house. Dean curses, then turns to Rufus. “Where’s Sam?”
“Upstairs.”
Ellen hands her gun over to Jo and rushes after Dean.
Outside, the townspeople are coming up with a plan to rush the house.
Upstairs, Sam is still tied to the chair. The door busts open and Dean rushes in.
“Dean, it’s not demons, it’s War—“
“War,” Dean finishes with him, hurrying over to untie his brother. “I just can’t figure out how he’s doin’ it.”
“The ring.”
“Ring? The ring!” He remembers that War turned it right before he made everybody hallucinate. He quickly gets Sam free and pulls his brother up. “Move, move, come on.”
~*~*~
More shots are fired into the house. Someone in the house shoots back. The townspeople are going gun crazy.
“Stop shooting!” Rufus shouts. No one listens. “Stop—“ Frustrated, he grabs the shotgun from the nearest guy, knocking him in the head and muttering, “I’m gettin’ too old for this.”
The priest runs into the open towards the house, and someone in the house takes him out.
“Father!” A girl rushes forward to see if he’s okay.
The young man in the house takes aim.
Ellen rushes over to the girl and the priest, assuring, “I’m not what you think I am. Come on,” she says, taking the girls hand and placing it over the wound. “Place this right here.”
The kid is still taking aim. Rufus walks up and easily knocks the gun out of his hand, taking it. “Stop firing, usually means stop firing.” He walks out.
Ex-army guy grabs Ellen and flings her back away from the priest she’s trying to help. He aims his weapon at her. He stares down at her black eyes, then pulls the trigger.
*click*
The gun doesn’t fire and Ellen doesn’t miss the opportunity to knock it out of his hands. Unfortunately, he has a knife too.
~*~*~
War walks up to his mustang, glancing smugly over his shoulder. He grins to himself, just about to the door when Sam and Dean grab him. He laughs.
~*~*~
The knife is inching closer and closer to Ellen’s throat.
~*~*~
Dean holds War around the neck and shoulders as Sam pulls out the knife.
“Whoa, okay,” War says with a laugh. “That’s a sweet little knife. But come on, you can’t kill War, kiddos.”
“Oh we know,” Dean answers, holding him as Sam lunges forward and cuts off War’s’ ring finger.
~*~*~
The hallucination is lifted. The guy holding the knife to Ellen’s throat sees her real eyes and backs off. Everyone looks around, confused. Rufus nods to Jo. It’s over.
~*~*~
Dean picks up War’s bloody ring. When he and Sam look up, War and his mustang are gone.
~*~*~
Sam and Dean are sitting at a picnic table outside. Dean holds up War’s ring.
“So, pit stop on Mt. Doom?”
Sam gives a sad laugh. They sit in silence for a long moment, then Sam finally says, “Dean—“
“Sam, let’s not.”
“No, listen, this is important.” Trying to find the right words, Sam continues, “I know you don’t trust me.” Dean rolls his eyes, but Sam adds, “It’s just…now I realize something…I don’t trust me either.”
Dean looks at him, and Sam confesses, “From the moment I saw that blood, the only thought in my head…and I tell myself it’s for the right reasons, that my intentions are good, and it feels true, you know? But I think, underneath…I just miss the feeling.”
Dean still doesn’t say anything.
“I know how messed up that sounds,” Sam says. “Which means I know how messed up I am…Thing is, the problem’s not the demon blood, not really. I mean I—what I did, I can’t blame the blood, or Ruby, or…anything.” He pauses, then says, “The problem’s me. How far I’ll go.”
Sam glances at Dean, then looks away, struggling to add, “There’s something in me that…” He shakes his head. “That scares the hell out me, Dean. And the last couple of days I caught another glimpse.”
Dean studies him a moment, then asks, “So what are you sayin’?”
“I’m in no shape to be hunting. I need to step back. Cuz, I’m dangerous.”
Dean looks away, and Sam can’t meet his eyes when he continues, “Maybe it’s best we just…go our separate ways.” He chances a furtive gaze at his brother, expecting another blowup.
Dean doesn’t answer for a long moment, then closes his eyes, not meeting Sam’s gaze when he opens them and answers, “Well I think you’re right.”
Dean looks up from the table at his brother, and Sam just sits there, a confused look on his face. This is worse than a blowup.
“I was expecting a fight,” he admits.
“Truth is, I spend more time worrying about you,” Dean admits. “Then about doin’ the job right… I just, I can’t afford that, you know? Not now.”
Dean looks at him, and Sam doesn’t know what to say. He shakes his head, struggling a moment, then says, “I’m sorry Dean.”
“I know you are, Sam.”
They stare at each other a long heartbreaking moment, then Sam nods and starts to get up.
“Hey, you uh,” Dean stops him. “You wanna take the Imapla?”
Sam struggles for words a second, then answers, “It’s okay.”
Dean nods, looking down at his hands.
Sam gets up then turns back to his brother. “Take care of yourself Dean.”
“Yeah, you too, Sammy.”
Dean watches his brother walk over to the Impala and take his bag out of the backseat. He swallows hard as Sam puts on the backpack, running his hand over the trunk of the Impala before heading over to catch a ride with a nearby vacationer.
Dean watches Sam drive away then swallows hard.
Curse you Eric Kripke! I couldn’t even type this without crying. Those poor poor boys. First Dean has to give up his amulet, then he has to give up Sam?!
And his offering the Impala to Sam? Talk about heartbreaking! Then there's poor legless Bobby. I hope Cas finds a way to help him. That being said, I still loved this episode. Bobby was hilariously grumpy. Loved that he still had his hat too. Sure, Sam and Dean aren’t quite back to being Sam and Dean yet, but at least they’re getting there. I mean, after what happened even they can’t just bounce right back and ignore it. And once again, NO RUBY. LoL It was great to see Rufus, Ellen, and Jo back, and get back to some good ol’ Supernatural down and dirty fighting. All I can say is this separation of brothers bet not last more than an episode or two…did you hear that writers of Supernatural? No more than two! 
Can’t wait for next week!
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