Supernatural: You Can’t Handle The Truth
February 16th 2011 23:06
Sam and Dean investigate a series of suicides and discover the victims were being told brutal truths that drove them crazy. They find out someone is invoking the Goddess of Truth, Veritas, forcing people to be cruelly honest against their will and Dean is the next victim. Dean is forced to tell Sam the truth about how he feels about his return from Hell.-CW
Sam: Dentist drilled a guy to death.
Dean: You mean the non-sexy kind of drilling, right?
~*~*~
Bobby: We need facts, cause if it ain't Sam, we don't know what it is. And if we're gonna put him down, we need to know how.
Dean: I don't even want to ride in the same car with him, much less work a damn case.
Bobby: Get in the car. He's your case.
~*~*~
Olivia: I don't understand. Why would federal investigators be interested in a suicide?
Sam: Well, it's a new, more caring administration.
~*~*~
Dean: I don't know how much longer I can do this, Bobby. You gotta figure out what the hell he is and fast.
Bobby: I'm trying, but Dean, there's a worst case scenario.
Dean: What, Satan is my co-pilot? Yeah, I know.
Bobby: Well, that'd be the other worst case.
Dean: Well then what?
Bobby: Maybe it's just Sam.
~*~*~
Dean: What happened to you, Castiel? You used to be human, or at least like one.
Castiel: I'm at war--certain regrettable things are now required of me.
~*~*~
Bobby: Tori Spelling. I'm a huge fan. Girl's a real talent.
Dean: I guess it does work over the phone.
Bobby: You know what else? I get a pedicure once and a while at this nice Vietnamese joint.
Dean: Okay, please stop.
Bobby: This one girl, Nhung Phuong, name means "velvet phoenix." Tiny thing, but the grip on her! She starts on my toes and I feel like I am gonna -
Dean: Whoa, whoa, come on, man. Now I'm scarred for life! Thank you.
Bobby: I never told anyone that. Why am I telling you? Maybe because you're my favorite. Although Sam's a better hunter - lately, anyway. Whoa, whoa, why the hell am I telling you this?
~*~*~
Dean: And that's -
Sam: Dog's blood.
Dean: Do I even want to know where you got that?
Sam: Probably not.
~*~*~
Veritas: The tongue is the tastiest part. It's where the lies roll off.
~*~*~
Veritas: Hey, Dean, I'm curious. What do you really feel about your brother?
Dean: Better now. As of yesterday I wanted to kill him in his sleep. I thought he was a monster, but now I think -
Veritas: Now you think what?
Dean: He's just acting like me.
~*~*~
Dean: I told myself I wanted out. That I wanted a family.
Veritas: But you were lying.
Dean: No, but what I'm good at is slicing throats. I ain't a father, I'm a killer. And there's no changing that, I know that now.
~*~*~
Sam: Dean, it's me.
Dean: You are not my brother.
Sam: Just listen.
Dean: What are you?!
Sam: It's me, Dean! Look. Please, just let me explain.
Dean: Why the hell should I believe anything you say?
Sam: Okay, okay, you want the truth? Here it is, here it is. God's honest. She was right. There's something wrong with me, really wrong. I've known it for a while. I've lied to you, yeah. And... I let you get turned by that vamp. Because I knew there was a cure, Dean. And we needed in that nest! And I knew you could handle it!
Dean: Handle it?! I could've died! I could've killed Ben.
Sam: And that should stop me cold. But... I just don't feel it.
Dean: You what?
Sam: Ever since I came back, I am a better hunter than I've ever been! Nothing scares me anymore! 'Cause I can't feel it! I don't know what's wrong with me! I think... I need help.
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