Supernatural: Yellow Fever
October 27th 2008 04:22
Dean catches the ghost sickness and gets scared. And by scared, I mean afraid-to-hold-a-gun, runs-terrified-from-puppies, is-afraid-of-getting-caught-w ith-fake-FBI-badges scared. Read on for the recap of this absolutely hilarious episode that ends with an AWESOME surprise from Jensen Ackles…P
In his FBI suit, Dean’s running for his life, the sound of vicious dogs once again tearing after him. He rounds a corner, stumbling over a homeless man’s grocery cart.
“RUN!” He tells the man. “It’ll kill you!”
The homeless man looks down at the tiny little cute dog with the pink bow in his hair.
Dean takes off again, running like crazy. The little dog runs after him. Dean yells…
~*~*~
Rock Ridge, CO: 43 Hours Earlier
Sam and Dean don protective scrubs and aprons as the coroner begins the Y-incision. He asks if it’s their first dead body, and Dean tells him “far from it” actually. Well that’s good as these things can get “pretty ripe.” He asks Dean to hand him the rib cutters.
As the coroner begins to remove the ribs, Dean notices Frank’s hand. “Hey is that from a wedding ring? I didn’t think Frank was married.” The coroner tells him that “ain’t my department”, and Sam asks if he has any idea where Frank got the major scratches on the inside of his arm.
“You know when you drop dead, you actually tend to drop,” the coroner answers. “The body probably got scraped up when it hit the ground.” He spots the heart. “Huh…”
“What?”
He can’t find any blockages in the major arteries. He pulls out the heart, much to Dean’s disgust. Looks pretty healthy to him. The coroner hands it over to Dean. “Hold it a second, would you?”
Dean has no choice but to take the heart, much to Sam’s amusement. As Sam is smirking at his brother, there is a nasty squishing noise and suddenly he’s hit in the face with a dark liquid.
“Oh sorry,” the coroner says, explaining, “Spleen juice.” It’s Dean’s turn to smirk. Guess that heart holding doesn’t seem so bad after all!
~*~*~
Sam and Dean are sitting in the waiting room of the local police station. The Sherriff, Al, comes out and notices them. Who are they? FBI. And his deputy kept him waiting? Well, he did say he didn’t want to be disturbed…
The Sherriff motions them into his office—but please take your shoes off first—then introduces himself with a shake of the hand, sits down at his desk, and squeezes a massive amount of disinfected into his hands.
Sam and Dean exchange a look. Okay…
The Sherriff asks what they’re there for, and they tell them their investigating Frank’s death. Some of his men found his body? That’s right. The Sherriff tells them that he and Frank were friends, even more, “We were Gamecocks.” Dean can’t stop his laugh, and The Sherriff just gives him a serious look. “That’s our softball team’s name.” Dean gets himself under control, nodding in agreement as The Sherriff tells him, “They’re majestic animals.” Right.
The Sherriff tells him that he’s know Frank since high school. He just this morning got up the nerve to go visit him. “Frank…he was a good man.”
Dean nods. “Yeah, big heart.”
Sam shoots him a warning look, then asks The Sherriff if Frank acted scared before he died. Oh yeah, definitely. He wouldn’t answer his phone, got real jumpy towards the end there. The Sherriff coughs and pours more disinfectant into his hands. Sam and Dean look at each other. Dean mouths ‘What?’
The Sherriff asks what the feds want to do with Frank. “You don’t really think there’s a case here?”
“No,” Dean tells him. “No it’s probably nothing. Just a heart attack.”
~*~*~
“No way that was a heart attack,” Dean tells Sam as they head out of the police station.
“Definitely no way,” Sam agrees. “Three victims, all with those same scratches, all went from jittery, to terrified, to dead within 48 hours?”
“So something scared ‘em to death?”
“Alright, so what can do that?” Sam asks.
Dean lets out a scoff. “What can’t? Ghosts, vampires, chupacabra. It could be a hundred things.”
“Yeah, so we make a list and start crossing things off.”
Okay, so who was the first person to see Frank alive? His neighbor, Mark. Suddenly Dean stops. “Hang on, hang on.”
“What?”
Dean pauses a second, then says, “I don’t like the look of those teenagers down there.”
Sam looks over at the group of kids high-fiving each other. Two of them are on bikes. They look harmless. He frowns at this brother.
“Let’s walk this way.” Dean crosses the street. Confused, Sam glances between Dean and the boys, and then follows his brother.
~*~*~
Sam and Dean visit Mark, who seems to be a huge fan of reptiles. Dean eyes the huge snake wrapped around Mark’s neck nervously as Sam asks when Mark last saw Frank.
“Monday,” Mark answers. “He was watching me from his window. I waved at him, but he just closed the curtains.”
Hmm…did he seem different? Scared?
“Oh totally,” Mark answers, still petting his snake. “He was freaking out!”
Dean glances over at a tank holding a crocodile. Clearly he doesn’t like being here. Dean asks Mark if he knows what scared Frank, and Mark answers, “Oh yeah. Witches.”
“Witches?” Sam asks. “Like…?”
He was scared of The Wizard of Oz when it was on TV. Okay…anything else?
“Everything else scared him,” Mark answers. “Al kaida, ferrets, artificial sweetener, those Pez dispensers with their dead little eyes—” Dean glances nervously over at a large lizard as Mark finishes, “—lots of stuff.”
Sam asks what Frank was like, and Mark hesitates. “I mean he’s dead, I don’t want to hammer him, but…he got better.”
“Got better?” Sam urges him on.
“Well in high school he was, he was a dick.”
“A dick?”
“Like a bully. I mean he probably taped half the towns butt cheeks together.” At this Dean tries not to laugh, especially when Mark adds, “Mine included.”
Okay, so do you think anyone would want to get revenge? Didn’t Frank have a heart attack? They ask him to just answer the question. Mark tells him that Frank got better. After his wife died—yes, he had a wife—20 years ago, Frank was broken up.
Mark notices Dean staring uncomfortably at the snake around his neck and laughs. “Don’t be scared of Donnie, he’s a sweetheart.” Mark nods towards the huge yellow snake slithering up onto the couch behind Dean. “It’s Marie you gota look out for. She smells fear.”
Sam glances over, then does a double-take when he spots the snake. Dean looks over and freezes, eyes growing wide. He tries not to panic, swallowing hard as the snake slithers over the couch, onto his lap, and down his leg.
~*~*~
Dean scratches his arm absently as he sits in The Impala reading a newspaper print out and waiting for Sam. The door opens and he jumps. It’s just Sam. He hands over the paper about Frank’s wife’s suicide. She was a manic-depressive. She went off her meds in ’88. Frank was working a swing shift when she disappeared, found strung up in a hotel three towns over. He has an air-tight alibi.
As he drives, Dean asks Sam about Frank’s place. Sam tells him that it was clean. “No EMF, no hex bags, no sulfur.”
“So probably no ghosts, no witches, no demons,” Dean answers. “Three down and 97 to go.”
“Yeah,” Sam mutters sullenly. Suddenly he frowns at the speedometer. “Dude, you’re goin’ 20.”
“And?”
“That’s the speed limit,” Sam answers, staring at his brother.
“And what? Safety’s a crime now?”
Sam is surprised, but lets it go. Dean sure is acting weird lately.
When Dean drives right by their hotel, Sam asks him, “Dude, where are you goin’? That was our hotel.”
“Sam I’m not gonna make a left-hand turn into oncoming traffic, I’m not suicidal!”
This is too much for Sam. He looks at his brother like he’s crazy as the EMF detector starts to go off.
Dean frowns. “Did I just say that? That’s kinda weird.” Dean laughs and Sam asks, “Do you hear something?”
Sam fishes the EMF detector out of his pocket and moves it around. Every time it gets close to Dean it goes crazy. Both boys’ eyes widen.
Dean: Am I haunted?! *EMF detector continues to go off, Dean looks over at Sam* Am I haunted?!?!
~*~*~
Sam tells Bobby to keep looking and hangs up his phone. He carries a box of donuts down the street and hears the beginnings of ‘Eye of The Tiger’. He looks at The Impala inquisitively and heads over to it. The music gets louder. Dun. Dun, dun, dun…Dun, dun, Duuuuuuuun. Sam looks through the window to find Dean lying in the front seat pretending to play the drums.
He bangs on the roof to get his brother’s attention and Dean jumps in fright, sitting up and turning off the music.
Dean gets out of the car. “Dude, look at this.” He shows Sam the scratches on his arms. Not good.
“I just talked to Bobby,” Sam says, handing over the donut box.
“And?”
“Well you’re not gonna like it—” Sam gets distracted when Dean totally uncharacteristically tosses the donut box into the car without a second look. Whoa. This is bad!
“What?”
Sam continues to look at him, the donuts, and back, then finally remembers what he was talking about. “It’s ghost sickness.”
“Ghost sickness…”
“Yeah.”
“Oh God no.”
“Yeah.”
Dean looks at his brother. “I don’t even know what that is.”
Sam explains that certain cultures believe that spirits can infect the living with a disease. “Which is why they stopped displaying bodies in houses and started taking them off to funeral homes.”
“K, get to the good stuff,” Dean urges.
“Symptoms are, you get anxious—”
“Yeah—”
“Then scared, then really scared, then your heart gives out…” Sam stretches out. “Sound familiar?”
Dean points out that they haven’t seen a ghost in weeks. Sam doubts he caught it from a ghost. Once someone’s infected, ghost sickness can spread like any disease, cough, handshake, whatever. “It’s like the flu.” Sam thinks that since Frank was the first to die, he was probably the first one infected. “Patient Zero.”
“Our very own Outbreak Money.”
Right. Sam tells him that Frank was at a softball tournament, where he must have infected the other two victims.
“Where they Gamecocks?”
“Cornjerkers,” Sam answers.
So, Frank got it, gave it to those guys, and Dean got it from his corpse? Right.
Dean: So what, now I have 48 hours before I go insane and my heart stops?
Sam: …more like 24.
Dean: Super.
Sam: Yeah.
Dean is confused. “But why me? I mean, you got hit with the spleen juice.”
Sam shuffles somewhat uncomfortably as he tells his brother, “Uh, yeah, see Bobby and I have a theory about that too…Turns out all three victims shared a certain, uh…personality type.”
Dean is still confused, so Sam explains, “Frank was a bully, the other two victims, one was a vice principle, the other was a bouncer.”
“Okay?” Dean still doesn’t get it.
“Basically they were all dicks,” Sam finally finishes.
Dean’s eyebrows shoot up in surprise. “So you’re saying I’m a dick?”
“No, no, it’s not just that,” Sam says quickly. “All three victims used fear as a weapon. And now this disease is just returning the favor.”
“I don’t scare people,” Dean says seriously.
“Dean all we do is scare people,” Sam points out.
Dean can’t argue with that. “Okay, well then you’re a dick too.”
“Apparently I’m not.”
“Whatever! How do we stop it?”
“We gank the ghost who started all this.” So are they thinking it was Frank’s wife? Makes sense, they don’t know why she killed herself. Dean sighs and Sam asks, “Hey what are you doing waiting out here anyway?”
Dean glances at the hotel. “Our room’s on the 4th floor.” Sam glances at the hotel in confusion and Dean explains, “It’s high…” (Awww, poor Dean!)
Sam tells his brother , “I’ll see if I can move us down to the first.”
“Thanks,” Dean says, very relieved.
“Sure.”
Sam heads back inside and Dean looks around, scared. He gets back in the car, glances at the donuts, and sets them aside. Dean passing up donuts not only once, but twice?! This IS serious!
~*~*~
Dean sits in their new first-floor hotel room glaring at the loudly ticking clock. *tick…tick…tick*
Dean is suddenly very aware of his heart beating along with the clock. He frowns and forces himself to concentrate on the ghost sickness research book in front of him. He reads that ghost sickness victims are affected by hallucinations before eventually experiencing a horrible death, and starts to hallucinate himself.
Dean coughs, and is suddenly very aware of the bloody drawings in the book. He follows a line of drawn blood down the page to the words “You’re dying…” in bold lettering. A few lines down the page he notices a bold “Again.” randomly in the middle of a sentence.
Further down, a bold “Loser.” Catches his eye. Dean’s heart beats louder as he stares at the blurring page. It starts to shake and he pinches his eyes, trying to clear his vision.
When he opens them again, the book continues to mock him in words:
“You Gonna cry?”…”is baby gonna cry?” Dean drops the book and glares at the loudly clicking clock again. This is so not cool. *tick…tick…CRASH!*
~*~*~
Sam opens the door to find the clock smashes on the floor and Dean drinking on the couch. “Everything all right?”
“Oh yeah, just peachy.”
Did Sam find anything? Yep, the wife was cremated, so he’s pretty sure she’s not their ghost. Sam sits down and notices Dean scratching at his arm again. He nudges his brother’s foot. “Hey! Quit pickin’ at that.” Like a chastised little kid, Dean stops.
“How you feelin’?” Sam asks his brother.
“Awesome,” Dean answers sarcastically. He smiles. “It’s nice to have my head on the chopping block again, I almost forgot what that feels like.”
“Yeah.”
Dean coughs. “It’s freakin’ delightful.” He takes another drink of his beer as Sam tells him they’ll keep looking, and Dean starts to cough again.
“You okay?” Sam asks and Dean’s coughing starts to get worse. “Hey—”
Dean jumps up, and Sam realizes he’s starting to choke. “Dean—” he quickly get up and follows his brother to the sink, where Dean coughs up a wood chip. He washes it off, and suddenly Sam realizes something. “We’ve been completely ignoring the biggest clue we have. You!”
Dean frowns down at the wood chip. “I don’t want to be a clue!”
Sam points out that “the abrasions, this, the disease, it’s trying to tell us something.”
“Tell us what, wood chips?”
“Exactly.”
~*~*~
Sam and Dean arrive at the Cassity & Sons Lumber Mill. They get out of the car and Dean turns to Sam. “I’m not goin’ in there.”
“I need backup,” Sam tells him reassuringly. “And you’re all I’ve got. “ Dean’s breathing increases as he tries to think of a way out of this, and Sam just heads for the trunk. “You’re going in, Dean.”
Dean whips out a liquor bottle and takes a swig and slams the door. “Let’s do this!” He takes out his keys and tries to pump himself up. “It’s a little spooky though isn’t it?” he asks, glancing from the building to Sam. Sam gives him a ‘whatever you say Dean’ look and Dean opens the trunk.
Sam lifts the false bottom and hands Dean his gun.
“Oh I’m not carrying that,” Dean tells him seriously. Sam stares at him in disbelief, and he explains, “It could go off!” Dean grabs the flashlight. “I’ll man the flashlight.”
Sam tires not to laugh. “You do that.”
~*~*~
Dean follows behind Sam, flashlight in hand. Sam aims his shotgun around, then lowers it when the EMF detector starts to go off. Sam looks down at Dean’s hand on his arm and Dean lowers his arm. “EMF’s not gonna work with me around is it?”
“You don’t say.” Sam puts it back into his pocket. “Come on.”
Dean sticks to his brother like glue, jumping in fright when Sam stops. It’s okay, he’s just noticed something on the floor. Sam leans down to pick up a ring.
Dean puts the flashlight on it as Sam reads, “To Frank, Love Jessie.” Guess they found Frank’s wedding ring. What was he doing here? They have no idea.
Sam and Dean continue down a long dark hallway, approaching a bunch of old rusted lockers carefully. There is a banging in one of them. Sam approaches cautiously, gun ready, and Dean gives him a very scared look, swinging the flashlight between his brother and the noise.
Sam reaches slowly towards the locker and mouths, ‘on three.”
“One…two…three!” Sam yanks open the locker door.
The harmless little cat’s “meow” is quickly overrun by Dean’s very uncharacteristic, high-pitched scream. “AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH—“
The cat runs away and he continues to yell until he’s out of breath. “Oh, oh!” Dean leans over to catch his breath. Sam stares at his brother and Dean gasps, “That was scary!” He continues to breath heavily, still scared.
Sam just shakes his head and walks off.
“What?” Dean squeaks, adorably terrified, and rushes after him.
~*~*~
They enter another room that looks like it might have been an office at one time. Sam finds an old ID tag for Luther Garland.
Dean spots a drawing of a woman and realizes it’s Frank’s wife Jessie. He pulls out the internet newspaper printout of her death. Yep, that’s definitely her.
Sam: The plot thickens.
Dean: Yeah, but into what?
Dean picks up the drawn picture, ripping it, and suddenly the mill snaps to life. Dean swings around, playing the light from his flashlight over the room, scared. As Sam is looking around the other way, Dean suddenly spots a man standing in the corner. His eyes widen and he’s too terrified to move.
Sam notices the strange look on his brother’s face, and turns around. Whoa! He lifts his shotgun, frowning when the man doesn’t move. “Hey!” Dean jumps as Sam calls to the ghost, and Sam turns around just in time to see Dean running out of the mill as fast as he can go.
Sam sighs, shaking his head. Luther turns around and starts to go for Sam, and Sam shoots him. Luther disappears before he can get hit.
~*~*~
Sam goes back outside to find Dean sitting behind The Impala, finishing off his bottle of liquor. Sam holds up the ID. “Guess we got the right place.” Dean looks very worried.
~*~*~
Back at the police station, the deputy hands over Letster’s file to Sam. “Thanks.” As Sam starts to go through the file, the deputy notices Dean hovering far behind Sam. Dean won’t look at him, scratching at his arm. Dean turns to cautiously look at the woman sitting behind him, and the deputy asks Sam, “Is he drunk?”
Sam turns to look at his brother, who looks like he hasn’t slept at all. Dean gives him the thumbs up, and Sam quickly answers, “No.” He gets him back to the case. According to the file, Luther’s cause of death was physical trauma. What exactly does that mean?
The deputy tells Sam that “the guy died 20 years ago, it was before my time. Sorry.”
Can they talk to the Sherriff? Uh, he’s out. Sam asks to have him call them when he gets in, then asks if he can borrow the file. The Deputy nods.
Sam starts to head out, but Dean lingers. He stares at the deputy a second, then says, “You know what?” He points at him. “You’re awesome.”
The deputy isn’t quite sure what to say to this, so he just answers, “Ha, ha…thanks um…you two I guess,” he answers with an awkward smile.
Dean laughs and Sam rushes in to grab his brother and pulls him out.
“Who was that?” The Sherriff’s voice fills the outer office, and the deputy tells him that it was “those FBI guys.” The Sherriff asks what they wanted, and he tells him about Luther’s file. The Sherrif doesn’t answer. “Sherriff?”
Inside his office, The Sherriff is frantically trying to scrub his arms clean with a wire scrub brush. His arms are bloody from the abrasive scrubbing. “They know,” he hears a voice say and grabs his gun.
“They know…”
The Sherriff aims his weapon at a football trophy in a glass case against the wall. His vision goes shaky as he sees and hears his reflection in the shiny gold football: “They know what you did. They better not make you pay.” His reflection starts to laugh evilly at him.
~*~*~
At the Peaceful Pines Assisted Living, Dean rounds the corner and gets freaked out by an elderly woman pushing her IV bag down the hall. Sam nods to the woman as he ushers his brother back down the hall.
“This isn’t gonna work!” Dean says, fidgeting with his FBI badge. “I mean come on these badges are fake, what if we get busted? We could go to jail!”
“Dean, shhhh!” Sam stops him outside the room. “Calm down, deep breath, okay?” He breathes with him. “There you feel better?”
Dean shakes his head. Definitely not. Sam is at a loss. “Just—come on.” He heads down the hall and notices Dean picking at his arm again. “Don’t scratch!” Scared, Dean starts to reach out for his brother’s arm again, and Sam pulls away. They’re supposed to be FBI! Sorry! Dean tries to appear confident.
They find Luther’s brother, who asks to see some ID and Dean gives Sam a worried look. Sam answers, “certainly,” and pulls his out, giving Dean a pointed look to do the same. Dean hands his over, trying not to look completely freaked out.
Luther’s brother glances from the IDs up and at them and Dean quickly tells him, “Those are real…obviously.” Sam clears his throat to keep Dean from talking, but Dean can’t help himself. “I mean who would pretend to be an FBI agent, huh? That’s just nutty!” Sam stomps on his brother’s foot to shut him up.
Luther’s brother hands back over the IDs. “What do you want to know?” Sam opens the file and explains that according to it, his brother died of physical trauma. Mr. Garland lets out a huff. He doesn’t agree? “Doesn’t matter what an old man thinks,” he says. Sam tells him that they’re just trying to get the truth on his brother. “Please?”
Mr. Garland picks up his brother’s ID. “Everybody was scared of Luther. “ A flashback of Luther walking through the mill with everyone staring at him begins as his brother continues, “They called him a monster. He was too big, too mean looking…Just too different.” Luther opens a cardboard box and takes out a kitty.
“Didn’t matter he was the kindest man I ever knew.” Luther cuddles the kitty. “Didn’t matter he never hurt no one.”
Back in the present, Mr. Garland fights back tears. “A lot of people failed Luther…And I was one of them. I was a widower with three youngens, and I told myself there was nothing I could do…”
Sam asks if he recognizes the woman in Luther’s drawing, and he does. “That’s Jessie O’Brien. Her man Frank killed Luther.”
Sam and Dean exchange a look. “How do you know that?”
“Everybody knows. They just don’t talk about it.” Mr. Garland explains that Jessie was always really nice to Luther and Frank didn’t like it. She was a receptionist at the mill, and when Jessie went missing, Frank was sure Luther had done something to her. “Turns out the old gal killed herself. But Frank didn’t know that.”
In a flashback, Frank enters the mill late at night, shotgun drawn. He finds Luther surrounded by drawings of Jessie, drawing yet another one. He takes him and out hits him with the butt of his shotgun. He wraps a heavy metal chain around Luther’s neck, attaches it to the back of his truck and takes off.
Luther’s brother tells Sam and Dean that they found Luther’s body with the chain still wrapped around his neck. “He was dragged up and down that street “‘til he was past dead.”
“O’Brian was never arrested?” Dean asks.
Mr. Garland answers that he screamed at everybody, but no one wanted to look into Frank since he was a “pillar of the community. My brother was just a town freak.”
Sam points out that he must have hated Frank, and Mr. Garland admits that he did for a long time, “But life’s too short for hate, son. And Frank wasn’t thinking straight. His wife had vanished, he was terrified.” It was a shame that he had to put Luther through the same thing, “but that’s just fear. It spreads and spreads…” Dean totally understands.
~*~*~
Outside, Dean realizes that the scratches on his arm must be road rash, and he’s guessing that Luther swallowed some wood chips when he was dragged down that road.
“It makes sense,” Sam agrees. “You’re experiencing his death in slow motion.”
“Yeah well not slow enough, huh?” Dean says. “I say we burn some bones and get me healthy.” Dean fishes for his keys, and Sam reluctantly points out that that’s easier said than done. Luther’s body was probably scattered all over that road. “There’s no way we’re gonna find all the remains.”
Dean can’t believe his bad luck. “You’re kidding me.”
“Look, we’ll just have to figure something else out.”
Suddenly Dean can’t take it anymore. “You know what? Screw this.” He starts to back away from The Impala.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, Dean come on—”
“No, I mean come on Sam,” Dean says, looking at his brother. “What are we doing?”
“We’re hunting a ghost.”
“A ghost, exactly! Who does that?!” Dean answers exasperatedly.
Uh…”Us.”
“Us! Right,” Dean answers. “And that Sam is exactly why our lives suck! I mean come on, we hunt MONSTERS! What the hell?!” Dean says as if this is a sudden epiphany. “I mean normal people, they see a monster and they run, but not us, no, no, no, we, we search out things that want to kill us! Yeah? Huh? Or eat us!” Dean adds growing even more agitated. “You know who does that? CRAZY PEOPLE! WE—” he points at Sam “—are INSANE!”
Sam doesn’t answer, and Dean continues his rant, pacing. “And then there’s the bad diner food, and the skeevey motel rooms, and then the truck stop waitress with the bizarre rash—” This is getting to be too much for Dean. At a loss he asks, “I mean, who wants this life Sam? Huh? Seriously! I mean, do you actually like being stuck in a car with me eight hours a day every day, EVERY single day? I don’t think so! I mean, I drive too fast, and I listen to the same five albums over and over and over again and I-and I sing along, and I’m annoying I know that, and you—” He finally takes a quick breath. “You’re gassy! You eat half a burrito and you get toxic! I mean you know what?” Dean tosses his car keys at Sam. “You can forget it.”
Dean starts to leave and Sam finally speaks up. “Whoa, Dean where are you going?”
“Stay away from me Sam,” Dean warns. “Okay? Cuz I am done with it! I’m done with the monsters, and-and, and, the hellhounds, and the ghost sickness and the damn Apocalypse.” He gives Sam a tortured look, at the end of his rope. “I’m out, I’m done! I quit!”
Dean walks off and Sam can’t believe he just witnessed that. This is beyond bad!
~*~*~
Dean loosens his tie, and suddenly stops dead in his tracks at the sound of little feet running up behind him. A dog growls and Dean turns very slowly to stare at the tiny little cute dog with the pink bow from the beginning.
~*~*~
Sam opens the hotel room door to find Dean sitting on the bed. He tells him he looked everywhere for him, how’d he get there?
Dean, still clearly freaked out, answers, “Ran.”
Sam sighs and sits down on the edge of his bed too.
“What do we do now?” Dean asks. “I mean I got less than 4 hours on the clock.”
Sam takes in another breath, out of ideas.
“I’m gonna die Sammy,” Dean says, scared.
“Yeah you are,” Sam answers, and Dean frowns at him. Whoa, what?
“You’re goin’ back.”
“Back?”
“Downstairs, Dean. Hell,” Sam says matter-of-factly. As Sam tells him it’s about time, and how much of a pain he’s been, Dean starts to realize he’s hallucinating. Especially when Sam’s eyes turn yellow.
Dean’s heartbeat is back to being a constant reminder of the time ticking down, and as he jumps up, Sam holds out his hand and slams him back against the wall.
“No! You get out of my brother!” Dean yells at the YED, and Sam just laughs. “No one’s possessing me Dean.” In a warped voice, Sam answers, “This is what I’m going to become.”
Dean fights to get free, fights against the words, as Sam gets up to face him and says, “This is what I want to become.” He lays a hand on Dean’s shoulder. “And there’s nothing can do about it.”
Of all scary things, this is the absolute worst nightmare for Dean. He gives his brother a tortured look and Sam flashes the yellow eyes, grabbing him by the throat. Dean starts to choke as Sam squeezes tighter and tighter and—
“Hey, hey, hey, hey, Dean!” Dean continues to gasp and Sam tries to get him to focus again. “Dean! Dean!”
Dean finally looks at him and realizes that it wasn’t real. Sam gives him a ‘you alright?’ look, and Dean nods. Sam gives him a pat and lets him go. Dean continues to stare at him, remembering what he just saw.
~*~*~
Sam waits by The Impala as Bobby drives up and gets out. They say hi, and Sam thanks him for coming up so quickly. When Bobby asks where Dean is, Sam answers, “Uh, home sick.”
~*~*~
Dean is back at the hotel watching Gumby and scratching at his arm again. On TV, Gumby’s horse Pokey gets lassoed and dragged by a truck.
Dean: Well this isn’t helping.
~*~*~
Bobby asks if Dean’s hallucinations have started yet, and Sam tells him that they started a few hours ago. How are they doing on time? Well they saw the coroner about 8 AM on Monday, so just under two hours. Did Bobby find anything?
He hands over a Japanese encyclopedia of spirits, of which Sam can’t read because it’s all in Japanese. Bobby can read Japanese? Of course.
Bobby thinks that they’re dealing with a Buruburu, a ghost who infects people with fear. “Does it say hot to kill it?” Sam asks.
“Sam as usual. Burn the remains.”
Sam sighs. “Wonderful. Is there a Plan B?”
Bobby explains that the Buruburu is born of fear, IS fear, and the lore says they can kill it with fear. Okay, um…how are they going to do that?
~*~*~
Dean picks up his ringing cell phone and Sam tells him that they’ve got a plan. He’s going to be fine. Dean asks what the plan is and Sam just tells him, “Just a...good plan alright? Hang in there.”
~*~*~
Sam hangs up the phone and Bobby cocks his shotgun. “This is a terrible plan.”
“Yeah, tell me about it.”
“I know I said scare the ghost to death, but this?”
“Hey you got a better idea, I’m listening.”
Bobby doesn’t, so they get ready to go.
~*~*~
Sam walks in the mill, looking around. Luther suddenly appears, watching him from behind a glass window. Sam walks off in the other direction…
~*~*~
Dean hears a howling, and then barking, and when the door starts banging, he’s sure the hellhounds are back to get him. He gets off the chair and hides in front of it as the pounding, scratching, and barking continues.
Suddenly the door bursts open and The Sherriff walks in.
“Sherriff? What are you doing?” Dean looks at the gun in the other man’s hand. The Sherriff asks him why he’s looking into Luther Garland’s death, and Dean notices that The Sherriff’s arm is bloody. Uh-oh. He quickly tries to tell The Sherriff that he’s sick, just like him, that he’s just gotta relax, and The Sherriff punches him in the face.
“Frank O’Brian was my friend,” The Sherriff tells him. “So I didn’t bust him, so what?” The heartbeat sound continues as he yells, “And you’re gonna bring me down OVER THAT? No sir.”
Dean knocks the gun out of hand and the Sherriff pins him up against the wall. Dean watches his eyes turn demon black and shoves The Sherriff away. Suddenly, the man looks up at him, terrified. “Get away from me!”
“Al you gotta calm down—”
“Step back!”
Dean watches as the heart beats until The Sherriff scares himself to death. Literally.
~*~*~
Sam continues to search the mill, gun drawn. Bobby radios in, “Any luck?”
“I don’t know what’s wrong Bobby. Last time he came right at us. It’s almost like…like he’s scared.”
Sam sets his gun down.
“So now what?” Bobby asks.
“Guess I gotta make him angry.” Sam walks over to the desk and picks up some of the drawings of Jessie O’Brian. He starts to rip them up. “Hey Luther…come on Luther!” he calls and the mill grinds to life. Sam continues to rip up the pictures. “What are you waiting for?”
Suddenly he stops, sensing Luther right behind him. He turns around and Luther grabs him by the collar.
~*~*~
Dean is sitting on the end of his bed, scratching at his road burn. The Sherriff’s body lies in the other room, half covered with the blanket from the other bed. The clock ticks…he’s way too aware of his heartbeat.
Dean hears his hallucinated Sam’s voice in his head telling him it’s about time he went back, laughing. His vision starts to pound blurrily. The dogs bark, he continues to scratch. Dean tries to silence his watch, and when there’s more ghostly barking, he grabs the nearby Bible and clings to it, shutting his eyes.
“Hi Dean.”
Dean’s eyes snap open. Lilith is standing next to him, smiling evilly. “Oh no. No!”
“Yes! It’s me, Lilith!” she says happily, hugging his shoulder. “Oh I missed you so much!” Dean tries to ignore her. “It’s time to go back now.”
“You—” Dean jumps up. “You are NOT real!”
“What’s the matter Dean? Don’t you remember all the fun you had down there?” Lilith stands up. “You do remember…? Four months is like 40 years in Hell. Like doggy years.” Lilith starts to blurr in Dean’s vision as she adds, “And you remember every second.”
Suddenly Dean clutches at his chest, falling to his knees in pain. “You are not real!” he tries to convince himself again.
She steps up and grabs his face in her hands to make him look at her. Her eyes go white as she growls, “It doesn’t matter. You’re still gonna die. You’re still gonna burn.” Her eyes go back to normal and she smiles.
“Why me?” Dean struggles to ask. “Why’d I get infected?”
“Silly goose,” Lilith answers, hands on hips. “You know why Dean.” He stares at her and she echoes, “Listen to your heart…Ba-boom…ba-boom…” Dean gasps in pain, still clutching at his heart as Lilith continues to “Ba-boom!”
~*~*~
Luther throws Sam across the room. Sam crawls back towards the pictures, and Luther drags him back, kicking him. Sam grunts but starts crawling forward again. Luther drags him back, flips him over, then starts pounding his head into the ground…
~*~*~
“Ba-boom! Ba-Boom! BA-BOOM!...” Lilith continues…
~*~*~
Sam’s made it to the hidden chain and swings it around Luther’s neck. Luther’s eyes widen in fear.
“Bobby!” Sam yells. “Punch it!”
Outside, Bobby hits the gas pedal. Luther is yanked out of the mill by the chain around his neck. Sam hurries out after him to see if it’s going to work…
~*~*~
“BA-BOOM! BA-BOOM!” Lilith walks towards Dean, pounding her fist. “BABOOMBOOMBOOM—“
~*~*~
Bobby continues to drag Luther with the Impala as Lilith’s “BABOOM”s get faster and faster and faster until Dean’s heart stops.
Luther disappears in a hail of black smoke.
Dean gasps back to life, coughing and looking around for Lilith. He checks his arms: Scratch-free! He collapses back against the floor in relief. That was a close one!
~*~*~
Dean joins Bobby and Sam out by The Impala, handing them each a beer. Bobby declines, and Dean opens it for himself. “So you guys road hauled a ghost…with a chain.”
“Iron chain, etched with spellwork,” Sam clarifies.
“Hm, that’s a new one.” Dean takes a drink.
“It’s what he was most afraid of,” Sam answers. “It was pretty brutal though.”
“On the upside I’m still alive, so uh, go team!”
“Yeah…how you feeling by the way?” Sam asks his brother.
Dean shrugs. “Fine.”
“You’re sure Dean?” Bobby asks. “Cause this line of work can get awful scary.”
“I’m fine,” Dean insists. “What you want to go hunting? I’ll hunt. I’ll kill anything.”
Sam looks from Dean to Bobby. “Awww.”
“He’s adorable,” Bobby teases, much to Sam’s amusement. They both laugh. Dean finds nothing about this funny.
Bobby has to go. “You boys drive safe.”
“You too Bobby. Hey thanks,” Sam tells him. And Bobby waves and gets into his car. He drives off.
Sam turns to Dean. “So uh, so what did you see? Near the end I mean.”
Besides getting beat up by a cop? No, seriously, Sam wants to know.
Dean hesitates a moment, visualizing the yellow-eyed Sam from his hallucination. Finally he answers, “Howler monkeys. A whole room full of them. Those things creep the hell out of me.”
Sam sighs, knowing Dean’s lying but that he’s not going to tell him the truth. “Right.” Sam takes another drink.
“Naw, just the usually stuff, Sammy,” Dean answers. “Nothin’ I couldn’t handle.” Dean takes another drink, clearly thinking about his hallucination…
~*~*~
And now, ladies and gentleman, “Supernatural presents Jensen Ackles” doing The Impala rendition of “Eye of The Tiger”…
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AHAHAHAHA!!! LOVE IT!! Jensen, that was awesome. “Eye of The Tiger” just took on a whole new meaning.
The scratching? LOL!!That entire episode was GREAT! Oh man I haven’t laughed that hard in a long time.
Bobby was right, Dean was adorable as the so-not-himself scared one! (As was Jensen! ) That scream with the cat and the “That was scary!”? I laughed so hard I completely missed the next five minutes of show. Awwwww! How Jared ever got through that scene I have no idea. I loved that Dean was the infected one. LoL The little things the writer’s put in were brilliant: Dean being afraid to carry a gun?
And afraid that they’ll get caught with fake badges? Great nod to the pilot when Sam was the one afraid they’ get caught. And the donuts? Classic! 
I also loved Sam having to be the big brother this time, trying to reassure Dean that it was all okay and that he shouldn’t be scared. And Dean being so scared he was trying to latch onto him all the time? Awwww, so funny! I loved all the “don’t scratch!” parts. hehe
Eric Kripke, if you're listening, please, please, PLEASE give us more than five seasons of this show! It's awesome!!
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