Supernatural: Lazarus Rising (season 4 premiere!)
September 19th 2008 21:02
After the long summer wait, Supernatural is finally back! Yay!! And let me tell you. The brother’s reunion? Worth the wait. 
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Quick flashes of Dean’s eyes highlighted in red light. Strange, almost metallic screaming. More eyes. More screaming and—*cough*
Dean flicks on a lighter, confused to find himself in a wooden box.
“Help!” His voice comes out barely a dry whisper. He tries again, “Help!” No good.
He fumbles around with the wood in front of him until a board comes loose. Dirt pours in, filing the coffin and burying him again.
Darkness…
A lone wooden cross highlights Dean’s grave. An eerie quietness fills the area until…A hand pops out of the ground!
Followed by another one, and finally…Dean gasps for air, clawing his way out of his own grave. He grunts with the effort, pulling through the dirt and finally landing on the dry grass.
Dean stands up in the light of the blazing sun, completely socked to find his gravesite looking like the site of a nuclear attack. Trees have been blown out of the ground, the entire forest forming a disturbing ring around one lone man and a wooden cross…
~*~*~
Dean walks until he finds an old gas station. He knocks on the window, and when no one answers, breaks through the glass in the door and lets himself in.
He automatically goes to the refrigerator and pulls out a bottle of water, washing away the gruffness in his unused-for-a-long-time voice. After taking a drink, he spots a newspaper with the date. “September?”
Putting the paper down, Dean walks over to a small sink and a mirror. After washing his face, he pulls up his shirt. No scars. *flashes to the Hellhounds ripping him up* He stares at the mirror. He looks perfectly fine, not a scratch on him.
Totally confused, he pulls up the sleeve on his shoulder. Okay, so there is one scar…one in the shape of a handprint on his left shoulder. What?!
Putting his other shirt back on, Dean grabs a plastic bag and starts filling it up as he munches on a candy bar. He walks by the magazine rack and stops. “Busty Asian Beauties” , the special features version no less, stares back at him, a nice “welcome back to the land of the living” present. Dean smirks and picks it up.
After flipping through it quickly, he shrugs and puts it into the bag.
He heads over to the cash register, and as he’s pulling out money, the TV behind the counter suddenly turns on, all static. Weird…Dean shuts it off just as the old radio on the other side pops on. He starts to go for the radio, when the TV turns on again.
Uh-oh.
Quickly shoving some money in his pocket, Dean runs over and grabs a container of salt. As he’s’ trying to lay it out across the window, a high-pitched electronic wine grows louder and louder until he can’t stand it anymore.
Dean covers his ears and bends over just as the glass in the window busts in. The whining noise continues. He runs for the door, but is thrown back as the rest of the glass in the small building shatters. As quickly as it came, the noise is gone.
Having no idea what just happened, Dean gets up and heads outside to a phone booth. He tries Sam’s phone, but it’s out of order. He calls Bobby.
“Bobby?”
“Yeah?”
“It’s me.”
“Who’s me?”
“Dean.”
*Click*
He tries again. *ring*
“Who is this?”
“Bobby listen to me.”
“No you listen to me. If you call again, I’ll kill you.”
Dean hangs up the phone and turns around. An old car is nearby just waiting to be hotwired.
~*~*~
*Knock, knock, knock*
Bobby opens the door and stares in shock.
Dean: Surprise.
Bobby: I don’t—
Dean: Yeah me neither. But here I am.
Bobby backs up to let Dean inside, then suddenly grabs a knife and lunges at Dean. Even though he’s been dead for four months, Dean hasn’t lost his fighting instincts. He blocks Bobby’s knife, but not his fist, and tries to convince his friend that he’s really him. Bobby’s not about to believe him.
Dean grabs a chair and holds out a hand for Bobby to wait a second, then quickly shouts, “Your name is Robert Stephen Singer! You became a hunter after your wife got possessed. You’re about the closest thing I have to a father!” Bobby still stares at him, knife raised. “Bobby, it’s me.”
Bobby pushes the chair out of the way, eyes wide as he reaches forward to touch Dean. Is it really—he takes another swing with the knife, and Dean grabs it and shoves it behind Bobby’s back, still trying to get his friend to believe him. “I’m not a shapeshifter!”
Bobby still argues , so Dean grabs his silver knife and slices his own arm. Bobby stares at him, still in confused shock, then finally asks, “Dean?”
“That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you.”
Bobby grabs him in a heartfelt hug. “It’s good to see ya boy.”
“You too,” Dean says earnestly.
“How’d you bust out?”
“I don’t know. I just uh, woke up in a—” *splash!* Bobby tosses holy water in Dean’s face.
Dean spits it out. “I’m not a demon either you know.”
“Sorry,” Bobby says, holding up the flask. “Can’t be too careful.”
As Dean wipes off his face, Bobby leads him into the empty liquor bottle-covered living room, commenting on how none of this “makes a lick of sense”. Yeah, Dean’s got that. Bobby continues to add that Dean’s body was ripped to shreds, not only that but he’s been dead four months! “Even if you could slip out of Hell and into your meat suit—”
“I know,” Dean interrupts. “I should look like a thriller video reject.”
What does he remember? Not much. He was a hellhounds chew toy, and then he blacked out. So…Sam’s phone isn’t working…Bobby quickly tells Dean that Sam’s still alive as far as he knows. Dean is relieved. But wait, as far as he knows?
Bobby tells Dean that he hasn’t talked to Sam in months. Dean gets after him for letting Sam go off alone. “Bobby, you should have been looking after him.”
“I tried!” Bobby defends. “These last few months haven’t exactly been easy, we had to *bury* you.”
Why did they bury him? Bobby said he wanted the traditional salt-and-burn the body, but Sam was dead set on burying Dean. Well, Dean’s glad he won that one! Bobby tells him that Sam said his brother would need a body when he got him out…
“What do you mean?”
“He was quiet. Real quiet. Then he just took off, didn’t return my calls. I tried to find him but he didn’t want to be found.”
Oh no not again. Dean is automatically worried. “Whatever he did it is bad mojo,” Dean tells Bobby. “You should have seen the gravesite. Like a nuke went off. Then there was this force, this—presence, I don’t know. It flew past me at a Phillip joint.” He takes off his first shirt and pulls up the sleeve of his black t-shirt. “And then this.”
Bobby stares at the handprint scar. Clearly he’s never seen that one before.
Dean: It looks like a demon just yanked me out. Or rode me out.
Bobby: But why?
Dean: To hold up their end of the bargain.
Bobby: You think Sam made a deal?
Dean: It’s what I would have done…
~*~*~
Dean calls the cell phone company claiming he lost his phone to get Sam’s GPS turned on. Name: Wedge Antilles. Thanks.
Dean heads over to Bobby’s computer as Bobby asks, “How’d you know he’d use that name?”
“Are you kidding? What don’t I know about that kid?”
Dean logs in to Arc Mobile. While he’s waiting, he picks up a nearby empty bottle. “Hey Bobby? What’s the deal with the liquor store? Your parents out of town or something?”
“Like I said, the last few months haven’t been all that easy…”
Dean understands. He looks down at the computer to find Sam is in Pontiac, Illinois. Right by where Dean was buried. Coincidence? Dean thinks not.
~*~*~
Astoria Hotel: Pontiac, Illinois
Dean and Bobby walk down the hallway to a room with a red heart proclaiming “207”. Dean knocks.
A dark-haired girl opens the door. Dean and Bobby are confused.
“So where is it?” the girl asks.
“Where is what?”
“The pizza that takes two guys to deliver…”
“I think we’ve got the wrong room.” Dean and Bobby turn to leave, but—
Sam walks in wondering what—Both boys stop and stare at each other. Sam looks to Bobby, his breath quickening. He turns back to Dean.
“Heya Sammy.”
Sam is too shocked to move. He continues to stare at Dean as his brother enters the room. Suddenly, Sam lunges at Dean, “WHO ARE YOU?”
Bobby grabs him and holds him back.
Dean: Like you didn’t do this?!
Sam: Do what?!
“It’s him Sam!” Bobby tries, still holding back a struggling Sam. “I’ve been through this already, it’s REALLY him!”
Sam starts to back off. “Wait…” He stares at Dean in hopeful shock.
Dean gives him a sympathetic look. “I know.” He slowly approaches his brother and grins. “I look fantastic!”
There it is, that Dean wit that finally convinces Sam it’s really his brother. Sam grabs Dean into a real hug.
They hold on to each other for a long time, for once not caring to show some real brotherly love.
Bobby looks on like a choked up father.
(Awwwww! Dean’s finally back! The brothers are together again! Yay!)
When they finally break apart to get a good look at each other, the girl at the door asks, “So, are you two, like…together…?”
Sam looks at her confused. “What—No.”
Dean frowns at her. They both seem to have just realized that she was even in the room.
“No,” Sam adds again with a slight laugh. “He’s my brother.”
Okay, then, she should probably go. Yeah, she probably should.
“So, call me.”
“Yeah, sure thing Kathy.”
Her face falls. “Krissy…”
Oh, right. The girl leaves and Sam shuts the door. Dean and Bobby both stare at him.
Arms crossed, Dean asks, “So tell me, what’d it cost.”
Sam laughs. “The girl? I don’t pay dean.”
“Not funny Sam.” Dean’s not about to be sidetracked. “To bring me back. What’d it cost. Was it just your soul or was it something worse?”
“You think I made a deal?”
“That’s exactly what we think,” Bobby answers.
“Well I didn’t.” Sam continues to put on his shoes, but Dean insists, “Don’t lie to me.”
“I’m not lying.”
“So what? Now I’m off the hook and you’re on is that it?” Dean insists that he didn’t want to be saved like this, and Bobby watches as Sam gets up and tells his brother he wishes he had done it, but he didn’t. Dean grabs Sam by the collar, “There’s no other way that this could’ve gone down, now tell the truth!”
Sam flings Dean’s hands off of him, shouting, “I tried everything! That’s the truth! I tried opening the Devil’s Gate, hell, I tried to bargain Dean, but no demon would deal, alright?!” Trying to get his point across, Sam continues, “You were rotting in Hell for months, for MONTHS, and I couldn’t stop it…So I’m sorry it wasn’t me alright?” Sam’s anger deflates and he can’t look at his brother as he adds, “Dean I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay Sammy,” Dean answers, his anger gone too. Sam nods, still not looking at him. “You don’t have to apologize, I believe you.”
As both brothers try to process this information, Bobby finally speaks. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m gladdened that Sam’s soul remains intact. But it does raise a sticky question.”
Dean: If he didn’t pull me out, then what did?
~*~*~
Sam hands Bobby and Dean a beer and Dean asks him what he was doing here if he wasn’t digging him out of his grave. Sam says once he found out he couldn’t get Dean back he decided to start hunting down Lilith, “get some payback”.
“All by yourself,” Bobby answers. “Who do you think you are your old man?”
Sam apologizes. He should have called but he was pretty messed up. Dean holds up a bra. “Oh yeah I really feel your pain.”
Anyway, Sam tells them that he was tracking some demons into Tennessee when, out of nowhere, they took a hard left and ended up here. When? Yesterday morning.
Dean: When I busted out.
Bobby: You think these demons are here because of you?
Well it’s quite a coincidence if they’re not right? But why? Nobody knows.
Bobby: How you feelin’ anyway?
Dean thinks a second then shrugs. “I’m a little hungry “
“No, I mean you feel like yourself?” Bobby asks. “Anything strange or different…”
“Or demonic?” Dean cuts in. “Bobby how many times do I have to prove I’m me?”
Bobby points out that “no demon’s gonna let you out out of the goodness of their heart. They’ve got to have something nasty planned.”
Sam cuts in that they need a plan. “We’ve got a pile of questions and no shovel. We need help.”
Bobby knows a psychic who leaves nearby, maybe she could help. Good. He goes off to call her.
Dean gets up, but Sam holds him back. “Hey wait.” He pulls Dean’s necklace off of his neck. “You’ll probably want this back.”
Dean looks at the necklace his little brother gave him when they were little. “Thanks.”
“Don’t mention it.”
Dean puts his necklace back on and Sam asks, “Hey Dean, what was it like?”
“What ? Hell?” When Sam doesn’t answer, he adds, “I don’t know, I must have blacked it out.” He doesn’t remember anything.
Sam: Thank God for that.
Dean: Yeah.
~*~*~
In the red-painted bathroom, Dean stares at himself in the mirror. *flashes to the same red light and screaming as before* Dean still doesn’t understand…
~*~*~
Bobby, Sam, and Dean head out. The woman they’re going to see lives 4 hours from here. He tells them to “try to keep up” as he gets into his car, and Sam pulls out the keys.
“I assume you’ll want to drive.” He tosses the keys over to his brother and Dean’s immediately perks up.
“Oh I almost forgot!” He goes over to the Impala, a great smile on his face. “Hey sweetheart, you miss me?”
Reunited with his baby, Dean gets in, a look of awe on his face, as he caresses the wheel. Suddenly his eyes land on the ipod sitting in front of the radio and his smile disappears. Sam gets into the car.
Dean looks at him. “What the hell is that?”
“It’s an ipod jack.”
“You were supposed to take care of her, not douche her up.”
Sam can’t help but smile. “Dean, I thought it was my car.”
Dean is not amused. He turns on the car, and when the music starts “you’re the only one for me…” he just turns to Sam. “Really?”
Sam shrugs. What?
Dean rips out the ipod and tosses it in the back, gunning the engine.
~*~*~
As they’re driving Dean says there’s still one thing that’s bothering him. What’s that? “The night that I bit it—or got bit,” he corrects. “How’d you make it out? I thought Lilith was gonna kill you.”
“She tried. She couldn’t.”
“What do you mean she couldn’t?”
“She fired this like, burning light at me,” Sam explains. “And…it didn’t leave a scratch. Like I was immune or something.”
“Immune?”
“Yeah I don’t know who was more surprised, her or me.”
Sam tells Dean Lilith left pretty fast after that. Huh. So what about Ruby, where’s she? Dead as far as Sam knows.
“So you been using your freaky ESP stuff?” Dean asks.
“No.”
Dean gives his brother a look. “You sure about that?”
He turns his attention back to the road. Now that Sam’s got immunity (whatever that is), what else is going on? Sam insists that it’s nothing.
“Look, you didn’t want me to go down that road, so I didn’t go down that road. It was practically your dying wish.”
Okay then. “Let’s keep it that way.”
~*~*~
Sam, Dean, and Bobby show up at the psychic’s house. Pamela opens the door, laughing as she picks Bobby up for a hug. She turns to Dean, eyeing him appreciation. “Mmm, mmm, mmm. Dean Winchester. Out of the fire, back in the frying pan, huh? Makes you a rare individual.”
“If you say so.”
She motions them inside, telling them that she hasn’t heard any news from the other side about who or what brought Dean back. So what’s next? A séance she thinks. Bobby is alarmed. She’s not going to summon it here is she? No, she just wants to get a sneak peek at it. “Like a crystal ball without the crystal,” she jokes, leading them inside.
Pamela covers the table with her séance cloth, and bends down to get some candles, exposing a “Jesse Forever” tattoo.
Dean asks, “Who’s Jesse?”
She laughs. “Well it wasn’t forever.”
“His loss.”
She stops in front of him, candles in hand. “Might be your gain.”
Dean and Sam turn around. “Dude I’m so in.”
“Yeah she’s gonna eat you alive.”
“Hey I just got out of jail. Bring it.”
Sam laughs.
“You’re invited too grumpy.” Pamela winks at Sam as she walks by, and Dean turns to his brother, adamantly adding, “You are not invited!”
~*~*~
Everything’s set up. Pamela tells them all to take each other’s hands. She turns to Dean, hand reaching under the table as she says, “And I need to touch something our mystery monster touched…”
“Whoa!” Dean jumps, hitting the bottom of the table. “Why do you have to touch me there?”
Pamela laughs. “My mistake.”
Dean glances at Sam, who glances at Bobby. What can he say? Dean shrugs off his long-sleeve shirt and rolls up his t-shirt to show the scarred handprint. Sam is clearly alarmed. Pamela touches her hand to the scar.
Okay.
Pamela closes her eyes and begins to summon whatever did this to Dean. As she continues to “invoke, conjure, and command” it appear, Dean opens one eye, glancing around the table. He notices the TV turn on across the room. Again, only fuzz.
Pamela suddenly says, “No, sorry Cassiel, I don’t scare easily.”
Cassiel? She tells them, “It’s name, it’s whispering to me, telling me to turn back.” She doesn’t. She continues to insist he show. Dean looks around at Sam and Bobby, who still have their eyes closed, so he closes his eyes too.
As things start to shake, Sam and Bobby open their eyes. Maybe this isn’t such a good idea…”Maybe we should stop—“ No! She’s almost got it! The three guys start to look at each other like, ‘this is so not a good idea’, and Paula shouts, “Show me your face NOW!”
The candles in the center of the table flame up, and Paula’s eyes fly open. Suddenly she starts to scream as the fire roars and her eyes suddenly burn an intense white! She falls backwards in her chair, landing on the floor.
Bobby: Call 911!
Sam rushes to the phone as Bobby and Dean drop to Pamela’s side. She gasps as Bobby pulls her into his lap, then starts to cry. “I can’t see!” Her eyes have been burnt out, leading bloody tears down her cheeks. “I can’t see!”
~*~*~
Johhny Mac’s Diner (open 7 days)
The waitress tells Dean that their food will be out in a jiffy, and walks off as Sam hangs up the phone and sits down at the table.
Dean: What’d Bobby say?
Sam: Pam’s stable and out of ICU.
Dean: And blind. Because of us.
And they still don’t have anything. Not true, Dean argues, they have a name. “With the right mumbo jumbo” they could summon him, bring him right to them. Sam thinks his brother is crazy.
Dean: We’ll work him over. I mean after what he did?
Sam: Pam took a peek at him and her eyes burned out of her skull, and you want to have a face to face?
Dean: You got a better idea?
Yeah, as a matter of fact, Sam does. He followed some demons into town right? Uh-huh…”So we go find them.” They’ve got to know something, right?
The waitress brings their pie, then sits down at the table. Sam and Dean look at her.
Dean: You anglin’ for a tip?
Waitress: Oh I’m sorry, I thought you were looking for us.
She turns on the black demon eyes, and suddenly pie is no longer on the boys’ minds. The rest of the people in the diner follow suit, and Sam and Dean suddenly realize they’re surrounded. A big guy gets up to block the door as the woman at the table looks at Dean. “To Hell and back. Aren’t you a lucky duck?”
In true Dean fashion, he answers, “That’s me.”
“Tell me,” she asks, “What makes you so special?”
Dean smirks. “I like to think it’s because of my perky nipples.” She just stares at him, and finally he says, “I don’t know. It wasn’t my doing. I don’t know who pulled me out.”
“Right, you don’t.”
“No. I don’t.”
“Lying’s a sin you know.”
“I’m not lying.”
The demon looks from Dean to Sam and back as Dean continues to let her know that he’d really like to know who dragged him out.
“Mind your tone with me boy,” she warns. Or she’ll drag him back herself.
Sam starts to forward, but Dean stops him. Sam is still on guard, but Dean looks at the demon and says, “No you won’t.”
“No?”
“No.” If she was going to she would have done it already. She doesn’t know, does she? She’s just as scared as they are and wants some answers.
“Maybe it was just some turbo-charged spirit,” Dean says. “Or Godzilla. Or some big boss demon. But I’m guessing that at your pay grade they don’t tell you squat. But whoever it was, they WANT me out…And they’re a lot stronger than you.”
He tells her to go ahead and send him back, “but don’t come crawling to me when they show up on your front doorstep with Vaseline and a fire hose.”
She stares back at him and quietly answers, “I’m going to reach down your throat and rip out your lungs.”
Dean merely leans forward with a smirk, looks at her a second, then slaps her. Twice. She doesn’t do anything.
“That’s what I thought. Let’s go Sam.” They get up. Dean pulls some money out of his pocket and tosses it on the table. “For the pie.”
~*~*~
Outside the diner, Dean’s not quite so suave. “Holy crap that was close!”
He and Sam walk and talk. Three demons inside, probably a lot more, and they’ve only got one knife between them.
Sam: I’ve been killing a lot more demons than that lately.
Dean: Not anymore, the smarter brother’s back in town.
Sam still thinks they’ve got to take them. “They’re dangerous.”
“They’re scared,” Dean corrects. “Okay? Scared of whatever had the juice to yank me out. We’re dealing with a bad mo-fo here, one job at a time!”
~*~*~
Back at the hotel, Dean’s fallen asleep with a book on his lap, mirrored ceiling over his head. Sam glances at his brother surrounded by research and sneaks out the door.
He inserts the key into the Impala and drives off alone.
As Dean continues to sleep, the TV and radio suddenly turn on. Rubbing his eyes sleepily, Dean turns to frown at the electronic devices. Suddenly wide awake, Dean leaps off the bed, grabbing his gun on the way.
He waits, aiming the weapon at the door.
The high-pitched hum is back. Dean winces as it starts to grow, more and more so, cracking the mirror overhead. The noise finally becomes so intense that Dean has to drop his gun to cover his ears. The overwhelming wine brings him to his knees as glass starts to shatter all around him.
Dean glances up at the mirror. Oh no. He flings sideways into the surrounding broken glass, growling against the noise as the room begins to fall down around him.
“Dean!” Bobby busts the door open. “Dean!”
~*~*~
Bobby’s driving as Dean wipes off his face.
“How you doin’ kid?”
“Aside from the church bells ringin’ in my head, peachy.”
Dean gets out his phone and calls Sam.
Sam: Hey.
Dean: What are you doing?
Sam: Couldn’t sleep, went to get a burger.
Dean: In my car?
Sam: Force of habit. What are you doing up?
Dean: Well Bobby’s back. We’re goin’ to grab a beer.
He holds up his finger to stop Bobby from talking.
Sam: Alright well, spill some for me, huh?
Dean: Done. Catch you later.
They hang up. So both brothers are keeping secrets from each other now, huh?
Bobby asks why Dean didn’t tell Sam, and Dean tells him, “Because he’d just try to stop us.”
“From what?”
“Summoning this thing.”
Bobby can’t believe it. Is he serious? “As a heart attack.” Dean smirks. “It’s high noon baby.”
Bobby argues that they don’t even know what it is! “Could be a demon, could be anything!”
“That’s why we gotta be ready for anything.” Dean pulls out Ruby’s knife. “We got the big-time magic knife. You got an arsenal in the trunk.
Bobby: This is a BAD idea.
Dean: Yeah I couldn’t’ agree more, but what other choice do we have?
Bobby: We cloud chose LIFE!
(haha!
)
Dean’s not about to be caught with his pants down again. They’re summoning this thing. Bobby says they could really use Sam for this, but Dean thinks his brother is better off where he is. Getting a burger…right…
~*~*~
Sam breaks into the diner from before and looks around. The place is dark and empty. A lone radio plays echoes throughout the room as Sam spots a man lying face-down on the floor, knuckles bloody. He walks over and turns the man over.
His eyes are burnt out, bloody tears staining his cheeks. Just like Pam.
Suddenly, Sam’s attacked from behind! The fierce woman punches and kicks, until Sam finally throws her off. He finally sees her face.
“Your eyes.”
“I can still smell your soul a mile away,” she sneers back.
“It was here, you saw it.”
“I saw it,” she answers, suddenly losing the tough exterior.
“What was it?”
She starts to cry. “The end. We’re dead, we’re all dead.”
“What did you see?”
“Go to Hell.”
“Funny,” Sam says, losing his compassion. “I was gonna say the same thing to you.”
Sam raises his hand and closes his eyes. Suddenly the demon starts to cough up smoke. Sam continues to remain where he is, not even touching her. The demon falls to the ground in a swirl of smoke that burns out in a hole around her.
Sam opens his eyes.
(AAAAHHHHHH! NO! SAMMY! You promised!
)
Sam walks over to check the woman’s pulse, frustrated when he doesn’t find one.
Suddenly, the kitchen door swings open and a girl steps out.
“Gettin’ pretty slick there Sam. Better all the time.”
Sam stands up to face the strange brunette. He asks Ruby what’s going on around here. (
) She tells him she wishes she knew. He tells her that they were thinking some high-level demon pulled Dean out.
“No way,” she insists. “Sam, human souls don’t just walk out of Hell and back into their bodies easy. This guy bleeds, the ground quakes. It’s COSMIC.” She stares at him. “No demon can swing that. Not Lilith. Not anybody.”
“Then what can?”
“Nothing I’ve ever seen before.”
~*~*~
The clouds pass quickly over an old barn. Inside, Bobby finishes spray painting the white symbols on the floor. “Traps and talismans from all over the globe.” The entire inside of the barn is covered in symbols, two nearby tables covered in every weapon they could think of. As far as Dean is concerned they’re ready to catch and kill anything he’s ever heard of.
Bobby: This is still a bad idea.
Dean: Yeah Bobby, I heard you the first ten times. What do you say we ring the dinner bell?
Reluctantly, Bobby goes over to start the incantation.
~*~*~
Back at the Diner, Sam and Ruby sit at a table.
Ruby: The million dollar question: Are you gonna tell Dean about what we’re doing?
Sam says he just needs time, and she argues that Dean’s going to find out and if it’s not from Sam there’s going to be trouble. Sam argues that, “He’s so hard-headed about this psychic stuff that he’ll just try and stop me.”
Okay, maybe she’ll just take a step back then for awhile. When Sam starts to argue, Ruby tells him, “I’m not exactly in your brother’s fan club. But he is your brother, and I’m not going to come between you.”
Sam admits that he doesn’t know if what he’s doing is right or if he even trusts her, but he does know that he’s saving people. And stopping demons. “And that feels good. I want to keep doing it.”
~*~*~
Back in the barn, Bobby whistles as he and Dean sit at the tables, bored and waiting.
Dean: You sure you did the ritual right? *at Bobby’s look* Sorry. *mumbles* Touchy, touchy, huh?
They continue to sit, until suddenly, the roof starts to quake, the metal ripping up to flap in the wind.
Dean and Bobby jump up, weapons in hand.
Dean: Wishful thinking, but maybe it’s just the wind…
Suddenly all the lights start to blow out and the barn door slides open on its own. A man in a tan trench coat walks in, sparks and wind flying around him.
Dean and Bobby stare at him for a moment, then start to shoot. The bullets hit him square in the chest. *Bam! Bam! Bam!* He continues walking, completely un-phased.
Bobby and Dean look at each other. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.
They both go for their tables, Dean snatching up the magic knife and hiding it behind his back.
“Who are you?”
“I’m the one who grabbed you tight and raised you from Perdition,” the man answers calmly.
“Yeah, thanks for that.” Dean slams the knife into the guy’s heart.
He doesn’t move, doesn’t even flinch. Dean pulls back in alarmed shock. Bobby’s thinking the same thing. The guy pulls the knife from his heart and drops it to the floor, then calmly reaches out and stops Bobby’s crowbar without even looking.
Surrounded by strange whispering and a slight ringing noise, he puts his finger to Bobby’s forehead. Bobby drops to the floor in sleep.
Dean stares at Bobby, eyes wide.
“We need to talk Dean. Alone.”
~*~*~
Dean’s checking Bobby’s pulse.
“You’re friends alive.”
“Who are you?”
“Castiel.”
“Yeah I figured that much, I mean what are you?”
Castiel turns to look at him. “I am an angel of the Lord.”
Dean stares at him a long time, then stands up and tell him to get out, insisting, “There’s no such thing.”
“This is your problem,” Castiel answers. “You have no faith. “
With a flash of lightning, Castiel stands up. A great shadow of wings opens behind him, rising up to fill the entire barn. Dean can’t believe what he’s seeing, but there it is, right in front of him. Proof that an angel is really standing in front of him.
Still, Dean can’t help but be suspicious. “Some angel you are. You burned out that poor woman’s eyes.”
“I warned her not to spy on my true form. It can be…overwhelming to humans,” Castiel answers. “And so can my real voice, but you already knew that.”
“You mean the gas station and the motel. That was you talking?” Castiel nods, and Dean adds, “Buddy next time lower the volume.”
“It was my mistake. Certain people, special people, can perceive my true visage, I thought you would be one of them. I was wrong.”
“And what visage are you in now?” Dean asks sarcastically. “What, ‘holy tax accountant’?”
Castiel looks down at his body and tells Dean that “This is just a vessel.” He’s possessing someone? No, the guy is a “devout man, he actually prayed for this.”
“Well I’m not buying what you’re selling, so who are you really?” Dean asks suspiciously.
“I told you.”
“Right. And why would an angel rescue me from Hell?”
“Good things happen Dean.”
“Not in my experience.”
Castiel steps up. “What’s the matter?” Then it hits him. “You don’t think you deserve to be saved.”
Dean doesn’t answer, then asks, “Why’d you do it?”
Castiel continues studying Dean, looking like he’s feeling sorry for him, then answers, “Because God commanded it.” His expression hardens in seriousness. “Because we have work for you.”
Just as Dean starts to try and process what he’s just heard—
CUT TO BLACK.
End.
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Ahhhhhhhhh!!! I knew it! That was so good! It’s about time the good side started to fight back!
Very cool effects on the angel wings, by the way.
I love how Dean finally comes back and both Bobby and Sam automatically try to kill him. LoL The reunion with both of them was awesome. And the ipod? HAHA! Awwww, I missed these guys! It’s so good to have the Winchesters back together again!
But poor Sammy! I don’t want him to go to the dark side!
Great episode Supernatural! Glad to have ya back!!
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Dean flicks on a lighter, confused to find himself in a wooden box.
“Help!” His voice comes out barely a dry whisper. He tries again, “Help!” No good.
He fumbles around with the wood in front of him until a board comes loose. Dirt pours in, filing the coffin and burying him again.
Darkness…
A lone wooden cross highlights Dean’s grave. An eerie quietness fills the area until…A hand pops out of the ground!
Followed by another one, and finally…Dean gasps for air, clawing his way out of his own grave. He grunts with the effort, pulling through the dirt and finally landing on the dry grass.
Dean stands up in the light of the blazing sun, completely socked to find his gravesite looking like the site of a nuclear attack. Trees have been blown out of the ground, the entire forest forming a disturbing ring around one lone man and a wooden cross…
~*~*~
Dean walks until he finds an old gas station. He knocks on the window, and when no one answers, breaks through the glass in the door and lets himself in.
He automatically goes to the refrigerator and pulls out a bottle of water, washing away the gruffness in his unused-for-a-long-time voice. After taking a drink, he spots a newspaper with the date. “September?”
Putting the paper down, Dean walks over to a small sink and a mirror. After washing his face, he pulls up his shirt. No scars. *flashes to the Hellhounds ripping him up* He stares at the mirror. He looks perfectly fine, not a scratch on him.
Totally confused, he pulls up the sleeve on his shoulder. Okay, so there is one scar…one in the shape of a handprint on his left shoulder. What?!
Putting his other shirt back on, Dean grabs a plastic bag and starts filling it up as he munches on a candy bar. He walks by the magazine rack and stops. “Busty Asian Beauties” , the special features version no less, stares back at him, a nice “welcome back to the land of the living” present. Dean smirks and picks it up.
After flipping through it quickly, he shrugs and puts it into the bag.
He heads over to the cash register, and as he’s pulling out money, the TV behind the counter suddenly turns on, all static. Weird…Dean shuts it off just as the old radio on the other side pops on. He starts to go for the radio, when the TV turns on again.
Uh-oh.
Quickly shoving some money in his pocket, Dean runs over and grabs a container of salt. As he’s’ trying to lay it out across the window, a high-pitched electronic wine grows louder and louder until he can’t stand it anymore.
Dean covers his ears and bends over just as the glass in the window busts in. The whining noise continues. He runs for the door, but is thrown back as the rest of the glass in the small building shatters. As quickly as it came, the noise is gone.
Having no idea what just happened, Dean gets up and heads outside to a phone booth. He tries Sam’s phone, but it’s out of order. He calls Bobby.
“Bobby?”
“Yeah?”
“It’s me.”
“Who’s me?”
“Dean.”
*Click*
He tries again. *ring*
“Who is this?”
“Bobby listen to me.”
“No you listen to me. If you call again, I’ll kill you.”
Dean hangs up the phone and turns around. An old car is nearby just waiting to be hotwired.
~*~*~
*Knock, knock, knock*
Bobby opens the door and stares in shock.
Dean: Surprise.
Bobby: I don’t—
Dean: Yeah me neither. But here I am.
Bobby backs up to let Dean inside, then suddenly grabs a knife and lunges at Dean. Even though he’s been dead for four months, Dean hasn’t lost his fighting instincts. He blocks Bobby’s knife, but not his fist, and tries to convince his friend that he’s really him. Bobby’s not about to believe him.
Dean grabs a chair and holds out a hand for Bobby to wait a second, then quickly shouts, “Your name is Robert Stephen Singer! You became a hunter after your wife got possessed. You’re about the closest thing I have to a father!” Bobby still stares at him, knife raised. “Bobby, it’s me.”
Bobby pushes the chair out of the way, eyes wide as he reaches forward to touch Dean. Is it really—he takes another swing with the knife, and Dean grabs it and shoves it behind Bobby’s back, still trying to get his friend to believe him. “I’m not a shapeshifter!”
Bobby still argues , so Dean grabs his silver knife and slices his own arm. Bobby stares at him, still in confused shock, then finally asks, “Dean?”
“That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you.”
Bobby grabs him in a heartfelt hug. “It’s good to see ya boy.”
“You too,” Dean says earnestly.
“How’d you bust out?”
“I don’t know. I just uh, woke up in a—” *splash!* Bobby tosses holy water in Dean’s face.
Dean spits it out. “I’m not a demon either you know.”
“Sorry,” Bobby says, holding up the flask. “Can’t be too careful.”
As Dean wipes off his face, Bobby leads him into the empty liquor bottle-covered living room, commenting on how none of this “makes a lick of sense”. Yeah, Dean’s got that. Bobby continues to add that Dean’s body was ripped to shreds, not only that but he’s been dead four months! “Even if you could slip out of Hell and into your meat suit—”
“I know,” Dean interrupts. “I should look like a thriller video reject.”
What does he remember? Not much. He was a hellhounds chew toy, and then he blacked out. So…Sam’s phone isn’t working…Bobby quickly tells Dean that Sam’s still alive as far as he knows. Dean is relieved. But wait, as far as he knows?
Bobby tells Dean that he hasn’t talked to Sam in months. Dean gets after him for letting Sam go off alone. “Bobby, you should have been looking after him.”
“I tried!” Bobby defends. “These last few months haven’t exactly been easy, we had to *bury* you.”
Why did they bury him? Bobby said he wanted the traditional salt-and-burn the body, but Sam was dead set on burying Dean. Well, Dean’s glad he won that one! Bobby tells him that Sam said his brother would need a body when he got him out…
“What do you mean?”
“He was quiet. Real quiet. Then he just took off, didn’t return my calls. I tried to find him but he didn’t want to be found.”
Oh no not again. Dean is automatically worried. “Whatever he did it is bad mojo,” Dean tells Bobby. “You should have seen the gravesite. Like a nuke went off. Then there was this force, this—presence, I don’t know. It flew past me at a Phillip joint.” He takes off his first shirt and pulls up the sleeve of his black t-shirt. “And then this.”
Bobby stares at the handprint scar. Clearly he’s never seen that one before.
Dean: It looks like a demon just yanked me out. Or rode me out.
Bobby: But why?
Dean: To hold up their end of the bargain.
Bobby: You think Sam made a deal?
Dean: It’s what I would have done…
~*~*~
Dean calls the cell phone company claiming he lost his phone to get Sam’s GPS turned on. Name: Wedge Antilles. Thanks.
Dean heads over to Bobby’s computer as Bobby asks, “How’d you know he’d use that name?”
“Are you kidding? What don’t I know about that kid?”
Dean logs in to Arc Mobile. While he’s waiting, he picks up a nearby empty bottle. “Hey Bobby? What’s the deal with the liquor store? Your parents out of town or something?”
“Like I said, the last few months haven’t been all that easy…”
Dean understands. He looks down at the computer to find Sam is in Pontiac, Illinois. Right by where Dean was buried. Coincidence? Dean thinks not.
~*~*~
Astoria Hotel: Pontiac, Illinois
Dean and Bobby walk down the hallway to a room with a red heart proclaiming “207”. Dean knocks.
A dark-haired girl opens the door. Dean and Bobby are confused.
“So where is it?” the girl asks.
“Where is what?”
“The pizza that takes two guys to deliver…”
“I think we’ve got the wrong room.” Dean and Bobby turn to leave, but—
Sam walks in wondering what—Both boys stop and stare at each other. Sam looks to Bobby, his breath quickening. He turns back to Dean.
“Heya Sammy.”
Sam is too shocked to move. He continues to stare at Dean as his brother enters the room. Suddenly, Sam lunges at Dean, “WHO ARE YOU?”
Bobby grabs him and holds him back.
Dean: Like you didn’t do this?!
Sam: Do what?!
“It’s him Sam!” Bobby tries, still holding back a struggling Sam. “I’ve been through this already, it’s REALLY him!”
Sam starts to back off. “Wait…” He stares at Dean in hopeful shock.
Dean gives him a sympathetic look. “I know.” He slowly approaches his brother and grins. “I look fantastic!”
There it is, that Dean wit that finally convinces Sam it’s really his brother. Sam grabs Dean into a real hug.
They hold on to each other for a long time, for once not caring to show some real brotherly love.
Bobby looks on like a choked up father.
(Awwwww! Dean’s finally back! The brothers are together again! Yay!)
When they finally break apart to get a good look at each other, the girl at the door asks, “So, are you two, like…together…?”
Sam looks at her confused. “What—No.”
Dean frowns at her. They both seem to have just realized that she was even in the room.
“No,” Sam adds again with a slight laugh. “He’s my brother.”
Okay, then, she should probably go. Yeah, she probably should.
“So, call me.”
“Yeah, sure thing Kathy.”
Her face falls. “Krissy…”
Oh, right. The girl leaves and Sam shuts the door. Dean and Bobby both stare at him.
Arms crossed, Dean asks, “So tell me, what’d it cost.”
Sam laughs. “The girl? I don’t pay dean.”
“Not funny Sam.” Dean’s not about to be sidetracked. “To bring me back. What’d it cost. Was it just your soul or was it something worse?”
“You think I made a deal?”
“That’s exactly what we think,” Bobby answers.
“Well I didn’t.” Sam continues to put on his shoes, but Dean insists, “Don’t lie to me.”
“I’m not lying.”
“So what? Now I’m off the hook and you’re on is that it?” Dean insists that he didn’t want to be saved like this, and Bobby watches as Sam gets up and tells his brother he wishes he had done it, but he didn’t. Dean grabs Sam by the collar, “There’s no other way that this could’ve gone down, now tell the truth!”
Sam flings Dean’s hands off of him, shouting, “I tried everything! That’s the truth! I tried opening the Devil’s Gate, hell, I tried to bargain Dean, but no demon would deal, alright?!” Trying to get his point across, Sam continues, “You were rotting in Hell for months, for MONTHS, and I couldn’t stop it…So I’m sorry it wasn’t me alright?” Sam’s anger deflates and he can’t look at his brother as he adds, “Dean I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay Sammy,” Dean answers, his anger gone too. Sam nods, still not looking at him. “You don’t have to apologize, I believe you.”
As both brothers try to process this information, Bobby finally speaks. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m gladdened that Sam’s soul remains intact. But it does raise a sticky question.”
Dean: If he didn’t pull me out, then what did?
~*~*~
Sam hands Bobby and Dean a beer and Dean asks him what he was doing here if he wasn’t digging him out of his grave. Sam says once he found out he couldn’t get Dean back he decided to start hunting down Lilith, “get some payback”.
“All by yourself,” Bobby answers. “Who do you think you are your old man?”
Sam apologizes. He should have called but he was pretty messed up. Dean holds up a bra. “Oh yeah I really feel your pain.”
Anyway, Sam tells them that he was tracking some demons into Tennessee when, out of nowhere, they took a hard left and ended up here. When? Yesterday morning.
Dean: When I busted out.
Bobby: You think these demons are here because of you?
Well it’s quite a coincidence if they’re not right? But why? Nobody knows.
Bobby: How you feelin’ anyway?
Dean thinks a second then shrugs. “I’m a little hungry “
“No, I mean you feel like yourself?” Bobby asks. “Anything strange or different…”
“Or demonic?” Dean cuts in. “Bobby how many times do I have to prove I’m me?”
Bobby points out that “no demon’s gonna let you out out of the goodness of their heart. They’ve got to have something nasty planned.”
Sam cuts in that they need a plan. “We’ve got a pile of questions and no shovel. We need help.”
Bobby knows a psychic who leaves nearby, maybe she could help. Good. He goes off to call her.
Dean gets up, but Sam holds him back. “Hey wait.” He pulls Dean’s necklace off of his neck. “You’ll probably want this back.”
Dean looks at the necklace his little brother gave him when they were little. “Thanks.”
“Don’t mention it.”
Dean puts his necklace back on and Sam asks, “Hey Dean, what was it like?”
“What ? Hell?” When Sam doesn’t answer, he adds, “I don’t know, I must have blacked it out.” He doesn’t remember anything.
Sam: Thank God for that.
Dean: Yeah.
~*~*~
In the red-painted bathroom, Dean stares at himself in the mirror. *flashes to the same red light and screaming as before* Dean still doesn’t understand…
~*~*~
Bobby, Sam, and Dean head out. The woman they’re going to see lives 4 hours from here. He tells them to “try to keep up” as he gets into his car, and Sam pulls out the keys.
“I assume you’ll want to drive.” He tosses the keys over to his brother and Dean’s immediately perks up.
“Oh I almost forgot!” He goes over to the Impala, a great smile on his face. “Hey sweetheart, you miss me?”
Reunited with his baby, Dean gets in, a look of awe on his face, as he caresses the wheel. Suddenly his eyes land on the ipod sitting in front of the radio and his smile disappears. Sam gets into the car.
Dean looks at him. “What the hell is that?”
“It’s an ipod jack.”
“You were supposed to take care of her, not douche her up.”
Sam can’t help but smile. “Dean, I thought it was my car.”
Dean is not amused. He turns on the car, and when the music starts “you’re the only one for me…” he just turns to Sam. “Really?”
Sam shrugs. What?
Dean rips out the ipod and tosses it in the back, gunning the engine.
~*~*~
As they’re driving Dean says there’s still one thing that’s bothering him. What’s that? “The night that I bit it—or got bit,” he corrects. “How’d you make it out? I thought Lilith was gonna kill you.”
“She tried. She couldn’t.”
“What do you mean she couldn’t?”
“She fired this like, burning light at me,” Sam explains. “And…it didn’t leave a scratch. Like I was immune or something.”
“Immune?”
“Yeah I don’t know who was more surprised, her or me.”
Sam tells Dean Lilith left pretty fast after that. Huh. So what about Ruby, where’s she? Dead as far as Sam knows.
“So you been using your freaky ESP stuff?” Dean asks.
“No.”
Dean gives his brother a look. “You sure about that?”
He turns his attention back to the road. Now that Sam’s got immunity (whatever that is), what else is going on? Sam insists that it’s nothing.
“Look, you didn’t want me to go down that road, so I didn’t go down that road. It was practically your dying wish.”
Okay then. “Let’s keep it that way.”
~*~*~
Sam, Dean, and Bobby show up at the psychic’s house. Pamela opens the door, laughing as she picks Bobby up for a hug. She turns to Dean, eyeing him appreciation. “Mmm, mmm, mmm. Dean Winchester. Out of the fire, back in the frying pan, huh? Makes you a rare individual.”
“If you say so.”
She motions them inside, telling them that she hasn’t heard any news from the other side about who or what brought Dean back. So what’s next? A séance she thinks. Bobby is alarmed. She’s not going to summon it here is she? No, she just wants to get a sneak peek at it. “Like a crystal ball without the crystal,” she jokes, leading them inside.
Pamela covers the table with her séance cloth, and bends down to get some candles, exposing a “Jesse Forever” tattoo.
Dean asks, “Who’s Jesse?”
She laughs. “Well it wasn’t forever.”
“His loss.”
She stops in front of him, candles in hand. “Might be your gain.”
Dean and Sam turn around. “Dude I’m so in.”
“Yeah she’s gonna eat you alive.”
“Hey I just got out of jail. Bring it.”
Sam laughs.
“You’re invited too grumpy.” Pamela winks at Sam as she walks by, and Dean turns to his brother, adamantly adding, “You are not invited!”
~*~*~
Everything’s set up. Pamela tells them all to take each other’s hands. She turns to Dean, hand reaching under the table as she says, “And I need to touch something our mystery monster touched…”
“Whoa!” Dean jumps, hitting the bottom of the table. “Why do you have to touch me there?”
Pamela laughs. “My mistake.”
Dean glances at Sam, who glances at Bobby. What can he say? Dean shrugs off his long-sleeve shirt and rolls up his t-shirt to show the scarred handprint. Sam is clearly alarmed. Pamela touches her hand to the scar.
Okay.
Pamela closes her eyes and begins to summon whatever did this to Dean. As she continues to “invoke, conjure, and command” it appear, Dean opens one eye, glancing around the table. He notices the TV turn on across the room. Again, only fuzz.
Pamela suddenly says, “No, sorry Cassiel, I don’t scare easily.”
Cassiel? She tells them, “It’s name, it’s whispering to me, telling me to turn back.” She doesn’t. She continues to insist he show. Dean looks around at Sam and Bobby, who still have their eyes closed, so he closes his eyes too.
As things start to shake, Sam and Bobby open their eyes. Maybe this isn’t such a good idea…”Maybe we should stop—“ No! She’s almost got it! The three guys start to look at each other like, ‘this is so not a good idea’, and Paula shouts, “Show me your face NOW!”
The candles in the center of the table flame up, and Paula’s eyes fly open. Suddenly she starts to scream as the fire roars and her eyes suddenly burn an intense white! She falls backwards in her chair, landing on the floor.
Bobby: Call 911!
Sam rushes to the phone as Bobby and Dean drop to Pamela’s side. She gasps as Bobby pulls her into his lap, then starts to cry. “I can’t see!” Her eyes have been burnt out, leading bloody tears down her cheeks. “I can’t see!”
~*~*~
Johhny Mac’s Diner (open 7 days)
The waitress tells Dean that their food will be out in a jiffy, and walks off as Sam hangs up the phone and sits down at the table.
Dean: What’d Bobby say?
Sam: Pam’s stable and out of ICU.
Dean: And blind. Because of us.
And they still don’t have anything. Not true, Dean argues, they have a name. “With the right mumbo jumbo” they could summon him, bring him right to them. Sam thinks his brother is crazy.
Dean: We’ll work him over. I mean after what he did?
Sam: Pam took a peek at him and her eyes burned out of her skull, and you want to have a face to face?
Dean: You got a better idea?
Yeah, as a matter of fact, Sam does. He followed some demons into town right? Uh-huh…”So we go find them.” They’ve got to know something, right?
The waitress brings their pie, then sits down at the table. Sam and Dean look at her.
Dean: You anglin’ for a tip?
Waitress: Oh I’m sorry, I thought you were looking for us.
She turns on the black demon eyes, and suddenly pie is no longer on the boys’ minds. The rest of the people in the diner follow suit, and Sam and Dean suddenly realize they’re surrounded. A big guy gets up to block the door as the woman at the table looks at Dean. “To Hell and back. Aren’t you a lucky duck?”
In true Dean fashion, he answers, “That’s me.”
“Tell me,” she asks, “What makes you so special?”
Dean smirks. “I like to think it’s because of my perky nipples.” She just stares at him, and finally he says, “I don’t know. It wasn’t my doing. I don’t know who pulled me out.”
“Right, you don’t.”
“No. I don’t.”
“Lying’s a sin you know.”
“I’m not lying.”
The demon looks from Dean to Sam and back as Dean continues to let her know that he’d really like to know who dragged him out.
“Mind your tone with me boy,” she warns. Or she’ll drag him back herself.
Sam starts to forward, but Dean stops him. Sam is still on guard, but Dean looks at the demon and says, “No you won’t.”
“No?”
“No.” If she was going to she would have done it already. She doesn’t know, does she? She’s just as scared as they are and wants some answers.
“Maybe it was just some turbo-charged spirit,” Dean says. “Or Godzilla. Or some big boss demon. But I’m guessing that at your pay grade they don’t tell you squat. But whoever it was, they WANT me out…And they’re a lot stronger than you.”
He tells her to go ahead and send him back, “but don’t come crawling to me when they show up on your front doorstep with Vaseline and a fire hose.”
She stares back at him and quietly answers, “I’m going to reach down your throat and rip out your lungs.”
Dean merely leans forward with a smirk, looks at her a second, then slaps her. Twice. She doesn’t do anything.
“That’s what I thought. Let’s go Sam.” They get up. Dean pulls some money out of his pocket and tosses it on the table. “For the pie.”
~*~*~
Outside the diner, Dean’s not quite so suave. “Holy crap that was close!”
He and Sam walk and talk. Three demons inside, probably a lot more, and they’ve only got one knife between them.
Sam: I’ve been killing a lot more demons than that lately.
Dean: Not anymore, the smarter brother’s back in town.
Sam still thinks they’ve got to take them. “They’re dangerous.”
“They’re scared,” Dean corrects. “Okay? Scared of whatever had the juice to yank me out. We’re dealing with a bad mo-fo here, one job at a time!”
~*~*~
Back at the hotel, Dean’s fallen asleep with a book on his lap, mirrored ceiling over his head. Sam glances at his brother surrounded by research and sneaks out the door.
He inserts the key into the Impala and drives off alone.
As Dean continues to sleep, the TV and radio suddenly turn on. Rubbing his eyes sleepily, Dean turns to frown at the electronic devices. Suddenly wide awake, Dean leaps off the bed, grabbing his gun on the way.
He waits, aiming the weapon at the door.
The high-pitched hum is back. Dean winces as it starts to grow, more and more so, cracking the mirror overhead. The noise finally becomes so intense that Dean has to drop his gun to cover his ears. The overwhelming wine brings him to his knees as glass starts to shatter all around him.
Dean glances up at the mirror. Oh no. He flings sideways into the surrounding broken glass, growling against the noise as the room begins to fall down around him.
“Dean!” Bobby busts the door open. “Dean!”
~*~*~
Bobby’s driving as Dean wipes off his face.
“How you doin’ kid?”
“Aside from the church bells ringin’ in my head, peachy.”
Dean gets out his phone and calls Sam.
Sam: Hey.
Dean: What are you doing?
Sam: Couldn’t sleep, went to get a burger.
Dean: In my car?
Sam: Force of habit. What are you doing up?
Dean: Well Bobby’s back. We’re goin’ to grab a beer.
He holds up his finger to stop Bobby from talking.
Sam: Alright well, spill some for me, huh?
Dean: Done. Catch you later.
They hang up. So both brothers are keeping secrets from each other now, huh?
Bobby asks why Dean didn’t tell Sam, and Dean tells him, “Because he’d just try to stop us.”
“From what?”
“Summoning this thing.”
Bobby can’t believe it. Is he serious? “As a heart attack.” Dean smirks. “It’s high noon baby.”
Bobby argues that they don’t even know what it is! “Could be a demon, could be anything!”
“That’s why we gotta be ready for anything.” Dean pulls out Ruby’s knife. “We got the big-time magic knife. You got an arsenal in the trunk.
Bobby: This is a BAD idea.
Dean: Yeah I couldn’t’ agree more, but what other choice do we have?
Bobby: We cloud chose LIFE!
(haha!
) Dean’s not about to be caught with his pants down again. They’re summoning this thing. Bobby says they could really use Sam for this, but Dean thinks his brother is better off where he is. Getting a burger…right…
~*~*~
Sam breaks into the diner from before and looks around. The place is dark and empty. A lone radio plays echoes throughout the room as Sam spots a man lying face-down on the floor, knuckles bloody. He walks over and turns the man over.
His eyes are burnt out, bloody tears staining his cheeks. Just like Pam.
Suddenly, Sam’s attacked from behind! The fierce woman punches and kicks, until Sam finally throws her off. He finally sees her face.
“Your eyes.”
“I can still smell your soul a mile away,” she sneers back.
“It was here, you saw it.”
“I saw it,” she answers, suddenly losing the tough exterior.
“What was it?”
She starts to cry. “The end. We’re dead, we’re all dead.”
“What did you see?”
“Go to Hell.”
“Funny,” Sam says, losing his compassion. “I was gonna say the same thing to you.”
Sam raises his hand and closes his eyes. Suddenly the demon starts to cough up smoke. Sam continues to remain where he is, not even touching her. The demon falls to the ground in a swirl of smoke that burns out in a hole around her.
Sam opens his eyes.
(AAAAHHHHHH! NO! SAMMY! You promised!
)Sam walks over to check the woman’s pulse, frustrated when he doesn’t find one.
Suddenly, the kitchen door swings open and a girl steps out.
“Gettin’ pretty slick there Sam. Better all the time.”
Sam stands up to face the strange brunette. He asks Ruby what’s going on around here. (
) She tells him she wishes she knew. He tells her that they were thinking some high-level demon pulled Dean out.“No way,” she insists. “Sam, human souls don’t just walk out of Hell and back into their bodies easy. This guy bleeds, the ground quakes. It’s COSMIC.” She stares at him. “No demon can swing that. Not Lilith. Not anybody.”
“Then what can?”
“Nothing I’ve ever seen before.”
~*~*~
The clouds pass quickly over an old barn. Inside, Bobby finishes spray painting the white symbols on the floor. “Traps and talismans from all over the globe.” The entire inside of the barn is covered in symbols, two nearby tables covered in every weapon they could think of. As far as Dean is concerned they’re ready to catch and kill anything he’s ever heard of.
Bobby: This is still a bad idea.
Dean: Yeah Bobby, I heard you the first ten times. What do you say we ring the dinner bell?
Reluctantly, Bobby goes over to start the incantation.
~*~*~
Back at the Diner, Sam and Ruby sit at a table.
Ruby: The million dollar question: Are you gonna tell Dean about what we’re doing?
Sam says he just needs time, and she argues that Dean’s going to find out and if it’s not from Sam there’s going to be trouble. Sam argues that, “He’s so hard-headed about this psychic stuff that he’ll just try and stop me.”
Okay, maybe she’ll just take a step back then for awhile. When Sam starts to argue, Ruby tells him, “I’m not exactly in your brother’s fan club. But he is your brother, and I’m not going to come between you.”
Sam admits that he doesn’t know if what he’s doing is right or if he even trusts her, but he does know that he’s saving people. And stopping demons. “And that feels good. I want to keep doing it.”
~*~*~
Back in the barn, Bobby whistles as he and Dean sit at the tables, bored and waiting.
Dean: You sure you did the ritual right? *at Bobby’s look* Sorry. *mumbles* Touchy, touchy, huh?
They continue to sit, until suddenly, the roof starts to quake, the metal ripping up to flap in the wind.
Dean and Bobby jump up, weapons in hand.
Dean: Wishful thinking, but maybe it’s just the wind…
Suddenly all the lights start to blow out and the barn door slides open on its own. A man in a tan trench coat walks in, sparks and wind flying around him.
Dean and Bobby stare at him for a moment, then start to shoot. The bullets hit him square in the chest. *Bam! Bam! Bam!* He continues walking, completely un-phased.
Bobby and Dean look at each other. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.
They both go for their tables, Dean snatching up the magic knife and hiding it behind his back.
“Who are you?”
“I’m the one who grabbed you tight and raised you from Perdition,” the man answers calmly.
“Yeah, thanks for that.” Dean slams the knife into the guy’s heart.
He doesn’t move, doesn’t even flinch. Dean pulls back in alarmed shock. Bobby’s thinking the same thing. The guy pulls the knife from his heart and drops it to the floor, then calmly reaches out and stops Bobby’s crowbar without even looking.
Surrounded by strange whispering and a slight ringing noise, he puts his finger to Bobby’s forehead. Bobby drops to the floor in sleep.
Dean stares at Bobby, eyes wide.
“We need to talk Dean. Alone.”
~*~*~
Dean’s checking Bobby’s pulse.
“You’re friends alive.”
“Who are you?”
“Castiel.”
“Yeah I figured that much, I mean what are you?”
Castiel turns to look at him. “I am an angel of the Lord.”
Dean stares at him a long time, then stands up and tell him to get out, insisting, “There’s no such thing.”
“This is your problem,” Castiel answers. “You have no faith. “
With a flash of lightning, Castiel stands up. A great shadow of wings opens behind him, rising up to fill the entire barn. Dean can’t believe what he’s seeing, but there it is, right in front of him. Proof that an angel is really standing in front of him.
Still, Dean can’t help but be suspicious. “Some angel you are. You burned out that poor woman’s eyes.”
“I warned her not to spy on my true form. It can be…overwhelming to humans,” Castiel answers. “And so can my real voice, but you already knew that.”
“You mean the gas station and the motel. That was you talking?” Castiel nods, and Dean adds, “Buddy next time lower the volume.”
“It was my mistake. Certain people, special people, can perceive my true visage, I thought you would be one of them. I was wrong.”
“And what visage are you in now?” Dean asks sarcastically. “What, ‘holy tax accountant’?”
Castiel looks down at his body and tells Dean that “This is just a vessel.” He’s possessing someone? No, the guy is a “devout man, he actually prayed for this.”
“Well I’m not buying what you’re selling, so who are you really?” Dean asks suspiciously.
“I told you.”
“Right. And why would an angel rescue me from Hell?”
“Good things happen Dean.”
“Not in my experience.”
Castiel steps up. “What’s the matter?” Then it hits him. “You don’t think you deserve to be saved.”
Dean doesn’t answer, then asks, “Why’d you do it?”
Castiel continues studying Dean, looking like he’s feeling sorry for him, then answers, “Because God commanded it.” His expression hardens in seriousness. “Because we have work for you.”
Just as Dean starts to try and process what he’s just heard—
CUT TO BLACK.
End.
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Ahhhhhhhhh!!! I knew it! That was so good! It’s about time the good side started to fight back!
Very cool effects on the angel wings, by the way. I love how Dean finally comes back and both Bobby and Sam automatically try to kill him. LoL The reunion with both of them was awesome. And the ipod? HAHA! Awwww, I missed these guys! It’s so good to have the Winchesters back together again!
But poor Sammy! I don’t want him to go to the dark side!
Great episode Supernatural! Glad to have ya back!!
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