Supernatural (2005–…): Season 15, Episode 7 - Supernatural - full transcript

Dean goes off on his own to take on a case. Meanwhile, Castiel has an idea of how he can help Sam track down Chuck.

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You ever feel like you're the
punch line to some cosmic joke?


What the hell were you thinking?

I think it's time for me to move on.

- Sam's been trying to call you.
- I know.

When I shot Chuck,
the bullet wasn't a bullet.

It w... it was a piece of me.

So, what if it created
a-a link of some sort?

Eileen, we can bring you back.



All right, we're almost there.

- You're so good to me, Angela.
- Mm-hmm.

What would I do without you? Hmm?

What would I do without my best friend?!

Okay, Sally, okay, let's...
let's just get you home.

- Or...
- Okay?

... Ryan said there was an
after party at his house.

No, no, no.

No more after parties.

No more drinking. No more guys.


- Sally?



Purge your sins.

Then we'll get you home.














Crop circles?

Body without a heart?


Come on, Internet.

Oh, hello.




SAM: [CHUCKLES] It's never enough food.

- Hey.
- Ho-ho!

- Hey.
- Look who's alive.

Yeah, mostly. [CHUCKLES]

You hungry? We have, uh,
eggs, pancakes, bacon.

That real bacon? 'Cause,
you know, you...

Are you two hungover?

We might've gotten just
a little carried away

with the margaritas last night.


I knew I liked you.

Sit. Eat.

No, no. Uh, nah, I can't.

W-W-Wait, wait. Wait.

You're turning down bacon?

Mm, yes, yeah, I'm actually...
I'm gonna head out.

Okay, fine.

Just give us a second to wrap this up,

- and we'll come with you.
- No, no, no. No.

I'm... I'm... I'm good.
You guys stay, eat.

It smells terrific.

Hey, Dean. Dean, whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Just hold on. Slow down.

No, I'm good. I'm good.

You're good? W-What does
that mean you're...

It means I got to... I got
to get out of here, okay?

I just... I got to...

I'm gonna take a drive, clear my head.


Yeah, you know, you and Eileen,
you guys are having fun.

I don't want to spoil that, you know?


Yeah, go, go. Clear your head.

Eileen and I have stuff to do.

Yeah, I'll bet you do.

Yeah? Hmm?

It's not like that.

I-I-I meant looking for
Chuck and Lilith and...

Sure. Got it.

Um, okay, but if, uh,
things go your way,

just make sure you put
the sock on the door

so I know. [CLICKS TONGUE]

Call me if you need me.

Always do.


Is he okay?

I think.

It's funny.

After everything with Chuck,

uh, Dean was so... down

I-I-I thought he wouldn't
get back up again,

but... but now, him leaving?

That's progress. Right?

Yeah, it is.




Excuse me, Sheriff.

May I help you?

- Agent Dukes.
- Dukes?

Like "put up your dukes"?


- Sheriff Dillon.
- Good to meet ya.

Listen, I'm looking
into the disappearance

of Angela Sullivan.

- Disappearance?
- Mm-hmm.

Uh, I wouldn't go that far.

No? Why not?

Well, for one, Angela's car is gone.

Cars don't usually disappear

unless they're being driven somewhere.

Okay, so you think what?

That girl wasn't taken.
She left on her own.

- You sure about that?
- Look, this is a small town.

Angela's mom and dad
passed a few years ago,

but even before they did,

she was talking about moving to L.A.,

trying to get on one of
them competition shows,

like the one with the "Knight Rider."

- Right.
- It happens.

Kids usually last about a
week before they return.

I stayed there a whole month.

Oh, they don't know what they missed.

I could've been the next Denzel.


All right.

Uh, why would her friend
report her missing?

I don't know. For the attention.

Sally's got issues.

- What kind of issues?
- The kind that keep her

over at Swayze's Bar just about 24/7.


Sheriff, thank you for your time.

- No problem.
- Okay.

- Oh, Agent Dukes?
- Yeah?

Hollywood ain't that far.

You could catch Angela there.

While you're at it,

you could show biz a shot for yourself.

You've got the look.

All right.


♪ So you're tired and you're beat ♪

♪ And you worked all week ♪

♪ And you need a place
you can let it go ♪

♪ Where the girls go wild
and the boys play hard ♪

♪ And you need a little
more than just the radio ♪

♪ Well, here's your open invitation ♪

♪ With just a couple regulations ♪

♪ Let me warn you, son,
only come to have fun ♪

♪ We don't take kindly to serious ♪

♪ So before you come in here
with some kind of attitude ♪

♪ You better read the house rules ♪

LORNA: Hey, there.

Nice place.

Best beer and wings in the world.

I'll be the judge of that.

Sure you will, handsome.

But first, hand it over.

- My gun?

This is Texas, sweetheart.
You can keep your gun.


Ain't a party if
everyone's on their phone.

All right.


Looking for someone.

Oh, but I think you found her.


Sally Anderson. Have you seen her?

Not yet, but it's "two for Tuesday."

- She'll show up.
- Thank you.

Mnh-mnh. Thank you.

♪ So before you come in here
with some kind of attitude ♪


♪ Boy, before you come walkin' in here ♪

♪ With any kind of attitude ♪

♪ You better read the house rules ♪

♪ You better read the house rules ♪


Huh? Right there.

Lee Webb.

- Hey, honey. Hi.
- Oh, hey.

You like that?

Son of a bitch.

Dean frigging Winchester.

[LAUGHS] I'll be damned.

Man, come in here. [LAUGHS]

The hell are you doing here?

What am I d... I own this joint, man.

What are you doing in here?

Working a case.

You're still Hunting, huh?

Well, yeah.

Dean Winchester.

Unbelievable. Hey, uh, Lor... Lorna?

Lorna! Lorna!

Hey, can we get a co... couple of beers

for me and my... and my boy here?

- You got time, right?
- Always.

All right.

- You own the place?
- Come on, dude.


You sound good.


My brain is just, like, melting.

Yeah. Me, too.

I need a break, and so do you.

Why don't we do something fun?

Yeah. Um... ideas?

I mean, a few.




Wh... What in the world, man?

Where have you been?

I-I've been calling you and texting...

I know. I was...

Well, it doesn't matter. I'm here now.

I'm ready to help.


Yeah, uh, Cass, this is Eileen Leahy.

Eileen, this is Cass.

- I thought you were...
- Dead?

Yeah, I got better.


Uh, one-time thing.

[SIGHS] Well, where's Dean?

He went for a drive.
He needed to clear his head.

So we've been looking for
signs of Chuck and Lilith.

- Lilith?
- Yeah, uh, she's back.

[SIGHS] Have you found them?

Not yet.

It's because you're looking
in the wrong places.

What do you mean? Have you heard
something on angel radio, or...

No, no. It's been silent for months.

But your wound...

it's still not healed?

- No.
- Good.

I've been thinking about that gun,

the, uh... the Equalizer?

When you shot God,

it fired a piece of your soul.


So there may be some
of you inside Chuck.



Oh, tell me, brother...

- Mm?
- ... how's the old man?

He died.

Yeah, 13 years ago.

But, hey, he was doing
what he loved the most...

kicking ass and taking names.


I'm sorry, man.

I appreciate that.

I always liked that
crusty son of a bitch.


You remember that time he
caught us wasted on a Hunt?

- Hm?
- He was so mad,

I-I thought he was gonna
have an aneurysm.

Oh, man, but I tell you what.

He always liked you.
He always liked you.

In fact, he said that he'd never
seen anybody better in a fight,

and that is high praise
coming from my old man.

To John Winchester.

- Hey, thank you.
- Yeah, yeah.

Man, so I don't think I've seen you

- since Sammy was in college.
- Right.

- I mean, hell, I-I thought you were...
- Dead?

Well, I mean, that's usually
how this ends, isn't it?



You remember that cult
thing we did in Arizona?

Oh, yeah. I remember that.


Well, I did one more case after that,

right around here,

and... I decided that wasn't
the life for me anymore.

I scrounged up what I could,
and I bought this joint.

Living the dream.


Let me ask you something.

You ever regret it, walking away?

Not once.

Cass, are you sure about this?

No, but I am sure I
can't heal the wound.

Maybe I can probe it.

Probe it?

Study it,

see if it can lead us to Chuck.

Is that dangerous?


All right. [CLEARS THROAT]

Let's do it.


I'll be fine.

I'm ready.

This is gonna sting.


- Sam, are you okay?
- Yeah.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Just, uh...


- Sam!
- Sam!

- Sam!
- Sam!



DEAN: This is Dean's
other-other-other-other phone.

- Leave a message.
- [BEEP]


Dean, I need you to call me back.

Sam is hurt, and I...


Where are you?





One, three bottles of
Jaeger is nobody's friend,

and "B," they were twins.

- Oh, no, no, no, no.
- Oh.

Whoa, no, they were not twins.

They were triplets,

uh, and we split them
up fair and square.


That's right. Triplets.

Yeah. Yep.



- Hm.





CASTIEL: Sergei.

I am surprised to hear your voice.

After last time,

I didn't think we'd
ever do business again.

I, um...

I nee...

I need your help.

Sam Winchester's hurt.

And you, an angel of the Lord,

are unable to heal him?

This wound is unusual. It's divine.


I figure, after Jack, you owe me.

And I'd love to pay my debt,

but, unfortunately, this weekend,

I'm with my niece.

She just got a rolling
scholarship at USC,

and I promised to take
her shopping, so...

Let me rephrase.

If you don't help me tonight,

I will find you and burn you alive.

My, how your negotiation
skills have improved.







I need a favor.

Ghost sickness.

- Ghost sickness?
- Ghost sickness.

Man, it was no fun.

Everything was scary.

This cat jumped out at me,
had me checking my pants.

- I'm not joking.

- It was awful, man. Whew!

You haven't even told me what
case you're working on, man.


So, a girl went missing.

'Course, the sheriff thinks
it's nothing, right?

Yeah, well, the sheriff in this town

couldn't find his ass with
a flashlight and a map.

You recognize her?

Mm, no.

That's Angela, Lee.

She's in here all the time.

Wait. Is this the girl that
doesn't drink that much?

- That's the one.
- But her friend?

- Like a fish.
- Is like a fish.


- What are you doing, man?
- What?

You're chasing missing persons, huh?

I thought you'd be on to
something bigger by now,

like the Loch Ness Monster...

- ... Bigfoot.

Trust me, uh, bigger doesn't
always equal better.

Besides, who's gonna look
out after the little guy?

God certainly isn't.

Damn, brother, that's dark.

Yeah, it's been a rough, uh...

it's been a rough decade, Lee.


But that's a conversation
for a different time,

'cause this, this right
here, this is all right.

Well, I'm glad you approve.

- This is nothing you can't have, man.

Oh, come on. Who's
gonna kill the bad guys?

Somebody else.

Dean, how many lives you
think you saved, huh?

Hundreds? Thousands?

You deserve a break, bro.

Hell, you might even deserve two.

Remember that old song
your dad used to play us

before we'd go out on a Hunt?


Yeah, he'd pop it in the tape deck, say,

"Listen up, boys. This is real music."

He wasn't wrong.

- Oh, no.
- Oh, yeah. [CHUCKLES]

"G.O.B.," boys.


LEE: Let's go.

Come on, boy.

You can't just sit around
lip-synching "Eye of the Tiger"

while no one's watching.

Come on. Get up here.

- Yeah! Come on!
- Whoo!

- Whoo!
- Whoo!

♪ Just the good ol' boys ♪

♪ Never meanin' no harm ♪

♪ Beats all you ever saw ♪

♪ Been in trouble with the law ♪

♪ Since the day they was born ♪


♪ Straightenin' the curves ♪

♪ Oh, flattenin' the hills ♪


♪ Someday the mountain might get 'em ♪

♪ But the law never will ♪

- Wow!
- Come on!

♪ Making their way ♪

♪ The only way they know how ♪

♪ Yeah, well, that's
just a little bit more ♪

♪ Than the law will allow ♪


You son of a bitch.

♪ Making their way ♪

♪ The only way they know how ♪

♪ Yeah, well, that's
just a little bit more ♪

♪ Than the law will allow ♪

♪ I'm a good ol' boy ♪

♪ You know my mama loves me ♪

♪ But she don't understand why
they keep showin' my hands ♪

♪ And not my face on TV ♪


♪ Making their way ♪

♪ The only way they know how ♪

♪ Well, that's just a little bit more ♪

♪ Than the law will allow ♪



Well, never got a
standing ovation before.

Yeah, feels pretty good, don't it?

- Stop it!

- Hey! Hey!
- Leave me alone.

- Whoa. Whoa. Whoa.
- Back the hell up.

- Hey.
- Stop, stop, stop!

- Don't be like that.
- No, no. Stop!

"Road House" rules?

"Road House" rules.

WOMAN: Stop! Stop!

Hey. Hey!

I think you fellas have had enough.


- Time to leave.
- Nah.

I think we'll stay a while.



Still got it.


- LORNA: Bunch of jerks.
- WOMAN: Yep.

- You all right, Sally?
- DEAN: Sally?

Sally Anderson?



- Castiel.
- CASTIEL: Sergei.


Oh, the home of the
fabled Men of Letters.


So the stories are true.

This place...

what wonderful things you must have.

Okay, that's enough.

You're here for a reason.

Aren't we all?

Help him. Please.

'Course, my dear.



Small thing.

What is it?

Sam is... dying.


She was a good girl, you know?

She... she loved Jesus and...

LEE: And... and America, too.


Sally, just... just
tell me what happened.

We left B's around closing.

I was pretty hammered,

but Angela, she was
helping me to her car

when I needed...

you know, I got sick.

And when I was done, she was gone.

Angela was raptured,
and I was left behind.

And the car went missing, too, right?

Yeah, it got raptured, too, I guess.

Y-You can't... you can't rapture a car.

It was a good car.

Dean, can I talk to you
for a second, man?

LEE: Man, come on.

- Her story, dude. I mean...
- I know, I know.

Look, she's not the
most reliable witness,

but... but best friends
don't just up and leave

- without saying goodbye.
- Unless they deserve it.

Yeah, but something seems off here.

I'll tell you what I'll do.

I'll lock the joint up.

You and I can work the
case just like old times.

- Great.
- Yeah.

All right, well, first things first,

where do you, uh... where do
you dump a car around here?

[SIGHS] Um, the lake maybe.

Or the wrecking yard.

Look, I don't want to know.

I'm just saying,

if I had to get rid of something,

Merle's is the place I'd do it.

I mean, that's... I think the lake.

Look, I'll check the scrapyard, okay?

You, you take the lake.

Okay. Oh.

What do you mean he's dying?

I imagine you were trying to ascertain

the exact nature of the
wound before this, yes?

- Yes.
- Ah, well, there you go.

Most wounds want to be
healed, to be whole.

But this, this wound is different.

It goes down to his very soul.

But also out into the world.

From what I can tell, his soul,

it's connected to something
or someone somewhere.

Except, as you probed deeper,

you forced the soul to stretch

from Sam's body to...


I don't know.

But now it's like a rubber band.

If it is stretched too far, too long,

pop, it snaps, and Sam dies.

Can you fix it?

Of course I can.






Damn it.


Couldn't leave well
enough alone, could ya?




And nothing's happening.

Wait for it.



- Sam.


You're not complete.

You're not at full strength.


What are you doing?

I made it worse.

- You said he could die.
- Will die. And soon.

You can't leave this world,
not without my help.


That won't help. It's already done.


- Unless.
- What?

You give me what I want.

I used to be able to see
Sam and Dean in my head.

And now it's just gone.

And now it's just gone.

And now it's just gone.

- Fix him,

or I kill you.

You kill me, he dies.

Or you give me the Key
to Death, and he lives.



You really have no idea

about the treasures this
place holds, do you?

The Men of Letters, some time ago,

procured a very important item...

a black key,

handle in the shape of a skeleton.

It can open a door to Death's library.

You will find it and
give it to me, and...


Castiel, please.

You can't win this.

Yes, I can.


A friend, Bobby, he's been watching her.

And one word from me,

and, well, you know what happens.

Fix Sam. Now.



Alnoth, por Cantin Pre Tally Noth.




Are you okay?

I think.

What about your wound?

It's still there, but he's back.

So we good?

- For now.
- Mm.

I like this you, Castiel.

It's very... Russian.










LEE: You awake, buddy?

The hell are you doing, man?

You had to hit the junkyard, didn't you?

Look, I don't know
what's going on, okay?

But this is not you.

Well, not the old me, anyway.

I wasn't kidding about Arizona.

What that thing did to
that family, those kids,

it stuck in my head.

If evil like that exists in the world,

then guys like you and me,
we ain't ever gonna win.

The best we can do is just
have a little fun. [CHUCKLES]

The last Hunt I did,

the one right around
here, I found something.



It's called a marid.

It's a freaky-looking
little thing, isn't it?



As long as you feed it,
it gives you money,

it gives you health,
everything you dreamed of.

And so, what, it just
costs innocent lives?

Dean, you and I both
know no one's innocent.

After everything we've done,

aren't... aren't we owed
a little happiness, huh?

Don't we deserve that much?

Listen to yourself.

"We're owed." "We deserve."

Come on, man. You're not God.

Hell, God's not even God.

Good or bad...

... the world doesn't care.

No one cares, Dean.

Well, I do.


And that's what got you here.

Now, takes a while to drain a man,

but listen to me.

Don't worry about it, all right?

Don't worry because once
you lose a couple of pints,

you just fall asleep,

and then it'll be over.

- DEAN: Lee.
- This... this is not

how I wanted this to go, Dean.

When that blonde girl
walked in here last night,

I should've know, you know,

Dean Winchester, the righter of wrongs,

you were gonna keep digging,

and you were gonna figure me out.

And if it's got to be you or me,

well, I got to pick me, man.













Sorry about your friend.


- Oh, God bless Texas.



I'm out.

And by my count, so are you.




You're hardcore, brother.


No, you don't get to pretend
like we're still friends.

I don't know you.

You don't, Dean?

I am you.

I'm just you that woke up

and saw that the world was broken.

Then you fix it.

You don't walk away.

- You fight for it.
- Right.

What do you say we act like
this never happened, hm?

Y-You just walk out that door.


I can't do that.

You really want to do this?

No, I don't.

But I kill monsters.


You want a shot at the title?

Don't mind if I do.





All right.

I'll be damned.


Why do you care so much, Dean?

Because someone has to.


Well, then...

I'm glad it was you.




Wait, wait.

Okay, okay.



DEAN: Hey.

- Dean.
- I got your message.

Sam, is he, uh...

He's fine.

Good. That's good.



I feel like, uh...

I feel like I was in his head.

- You were in Chuck's head?
- I think so.

A-And I-I think I-I saw his memories.

Dean, Chuck is weak.


I think we can beat him.

I think we can beat God.