Supernatural (2005–…): Season 5, Episode 1 - Sympathy for the Devil - full transcript

Lilith is trying to break the 66 seals
to free Lucifer from hell.

Lucifer will bring the Apocalypse.

[SCREAMS]

[SCREAMS]

- You're possessing some poor bastard?
- This is a vessel.

MAN: I had to give my consent
to invite him in.

Chuck Shurley? We have a life.
You've been using it to write books.

- Let go. This man is to be protected.
- Why?

- He's a prophet.
- Who are you?

- I'm Zachariah, Castiel's superior.
- How am I gonna ice Lilith?

You're not.
Lilith's gonna break the seal.



DEAN: You don't wanna stop it?
ZACHARIAH: You are chosen.

You will stop it.

Just not Lilith or the Apocalypse,
that's all.

[GRUNTS]

I'm sorry.

- Sammy, let's go.
- Dean.

He's coming.

Come on.

[HIGH-PITCHED BUZZING]

[BOTH GRUNTING]

[ON TV]
What the devil is your name?

It's... It's... It's Yosemite Sam.

Yosemite Sam? Let's see.

Oh, here it is.
I can use a guy like you...



- What the hell?
- I don't know.

MAN [OVER PA]:
Folks, quick word from the flight deck.

We're just passing over Ilchester,
then Ellicott City...

on our descent
into Baltimore-Washington.

Ilchester? Weren't we there?

If you'd like to stretch your legs
now would be a good time.

Holy crap!

[PEOPLE SCREAMING]

[ALARM WAILING]

WOMAN 1 [ON RADIO]:
And Governor O'Malley urged calm...

saying it's unlikely a convent
would be a target for terrorists...

Change the station.

MAN 1: Hurricane Kinley, unexpectedly
slamming into the Galveston...

WOMAN 2: Announced a successful test
of the North Korean nuclear...

MAN 2: A series of tremors...
WOMAN 3: Swine flu...

[SIGHS]

- Dean. Look, I...
- Don't say anything.

It's okay.

We just gotta keep our heads down
and hash this out, all right?

Yeah, okay.

All right, first things first.
How did we end up on Soul Plane?

I don't know. Angels, maybe?

I mean, you know,
beaming us out of harm's way?

Well, whatever.
It's the least of our worries.

We need to find Cass.

[RUSTLING]

Unh. Jeez. Ow.

- Sam?
- Yeah.

- Hey, Chuck.
- So you're okay?

- Well, my head hurts.
- No, I mean, my last vision.

You went, like, full-on Vader.

Your body temperature was 150,
your heart rate was 200.

- Your eyes were black.
- Your eyes went black?

I didn't know.

Where's Cass?

He's dead.

Or gone.

The archangel smote the crap
out of him.

- I'm sorry.
DEAN: You're sure?

- Maybe he vanished into the light.
CHUCK: No.

He, like, exploded,
like a water balloon of Chunky soup.

- You got a...
- I got... Right here?

Oh.

Right.

Oh, God.

Is that a molar?

Do I have a molar in my hair?

[CRYING]

- This has been a really stressful day.
- Cass, you stupid bastard.

Stupid?

- He was trying to help us.
- Yeah, exactly.

SAM: So, what now?
DEAN: I don't know.

Oh, crap.

DEAN:
What?

- I can feel them.
ZACHARIAH: Thought we'd find you here.

[CLATTERING]

Playtime's over, Dean.

- Time to come with us.
- You keep your distance, ass-hat.

- You're upset.
- Yeah, a little.

You sons of bitches
jump-started Judgment Day.

Maybe we let it happen, but we
didn't start anything. Right, Sammy?

You had a chance to stop your brother
and you couldn't.

Let's not quibble over who started what.
Say it was all our faults and move on.

Because, like it or not...

it's Apocalypse now...

- and we're on the same team again.
- Is that so?

You wanna kill the devil, we want you
to kill the devil. It's synergy.

And I'm just supposed to trust you?

Cram it with walnuts, ugly.

This isn't a game, son.

Lucifer is powerful
in ways that defy description.

We need to strike now,
hard and fast...

before he finds his vessel.

His vessel? Lucifer needs a meat suit?

He is an angel. Heh, heh.
Them's the rules.

And once he touches down,
we're talking four horsemen...

red oceans, fiery skies,
the greatest hits.

You can stop him, Dean...

but you need our help.

You listen to me,
you two-faced douche.

After what you did,
I don't want jack squat from you.

You listen to me, boy.

You think you can rebel against us?

As Lucifer did.

You're bleeding.

Oh, yeah.

A little insurance policy
in case you dicks showed up.

No! Aah!

I learned that from my friend Cass,
you son of a bitch.

This sucks ass.

- Hey.
DEAN: Hey.

Here.

Hex bags.

No way the angels will find us
with those. Demons either.

- Where'd you get it?
- I made it.

How?

I learned it from Ruby.

Speaking of, how you doing?

Are you jonesing for another hit
of bitch blood or what?

It's weird, tell you the truth.

I'm fine. No shakes, no fever.

It's like whoever put me on that plane
cleaned me right up.

Supernatural methadone.

Yeah, I guess.

- Dean...
- Sam.

It's okay.
You don't have to say anything.

Well, that's good.

Because what can I even say?

"I'm sorry"? "I screwed up"?

Doesn't really do it justice, you know?

Look, there's nothing I can do or say
that will ever make this right...

So why do you keep bringing it up?

Look, all I'm saying is why do we
have to put this under a microscope?

We made a mess, we clean it up.
That's it.

All right, say this
was just any other hunt?

Yeah, what do we do first?

We'd figure out where the thing is.

All right,
so we just gotta find the devil.

[GATE CREAKING]

All right. Keep it together.

Keep it together, man.

SARAH:
It's you, Nick.

You're special.

You're chosen.

WOMAN: "And then Sam touched..."
No. "Caressed Dean's clavicle."

"This is wrong," said Dean.

"Then I don't wanna be right,"
replied Sam, in a husky voice.

[GASPS]

Oh, my God.

- You. You're...
- Carver Edlund. Yeah. Hi, Becky.

You got my letters and my marzipan.

Yeah, yeah. Um, yummy.

- But, uh...
- I am your number one fan.

You know, I'm Samlicker81.

- I'm sorry, you're what?
- Webmistress at MoreThanBrothers. net.

Oh, yeah, no, yeah.
You're my number one fan.

That's why I contacted you.

You're the only one who'll believe me.

- Are you all right?
- No.

I'm being watched.

Okay, not now.
At least, I don't think so.

But I don't have much time.
I need your help.

- You need my help?
- That's right.

I need you to get a message
to Sam and Dean.

Okay?

Look, Mr. Edlund.

Yes, I'm a fan, but I really
don't appreciate being mocked.

Supernatural's just a book. I know the
difference between fantasy and reality.

- Becky, it's all real.
- I knew it.

WOMAN [ON TV]:
How would you explain an earthquake...

a hurricane, and multiple tornadoes...

all at the same time,
around the globe?

MAN: Two words. Carbon emissions.
- Yeah, right, Wavy Gravy.

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

- You okay, lady?
- Sam, is it really you?

And you're so firm.

Uh...

- Do I know you?
- No, but I know you.

You're Sam Winchester and you're...

not what I pictured.

I'm Becky.

I've read all about you guys,
and I've even written a few...

[CHUCKLES]

Anyway, Mr. Edlund told me
where you were.

Chuck?

He's got a message,
but he's being watched. Angels.

Nice change-up to the mythology.
The demon stuff was getting old.

- All right. Just... What's the message?
- He had a vision.

"The Michael Sword is on Earth.

- The angels lost it."
- The Michael Sword?

- Becky, does he know where it is?
- In a castle on a hill made of 42 dogs.

- Forty-two dogs?
- Are you sure you got that right?

It doesn't make sense,
but that's what he said.

I memorized every word.

For you.

Um...

- Becky, can you quit touching me?
- No.

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

DEAN:
Hey, Bobby.

Good to see you boys all in one piece.

You weren't followed, were you?

You mean by angels, demons
or Sam's new superfan?

- Heh. You heard.
- I heard, Romeo.

So Sword of Michael, huh?

You think we're talking about
the sword from the archangel?

You better frigging hope so.

That's Michael.
Toughest son of a bitch they got.

You kidding me? Tough?
Guy looks like Cate Blanchett.

I wouldn't wanna meet him
in a dark alley, believe me.

He commands the heavenly host.
During the last big dust-up upstairs...

He's the one who booted
Lucifer's ass to the basement.

He did it with that sword.
So if we can find it...

We can kick the devil's ass
all over again.

All right. So where do we start?

Divvy up and start reading.

Try and make sense
of Chuck's nonsense.

Kid? You all right?

No, actually.

Bobby, this is all my fault.
I'm sorry.

DEAN: Sam.
SAM: Lilith did not break the final seal.

- Lilith was the final seal.
- Sam, stop it.

I killed her and I set Lucifer free.

You what?

You guys warned me about Ruby,
the demon blood, but I didn't listen.

I brought this on.

You're damn right you didn't listen.

You were reckless and selfish
and arrogant.

- I'm sorry.
- Oh, yeah?

You're sorry you started Armageddon?

This kind of thing
don't get forgiven, boy.

If, by some miracle, we pull this off...

I want you to lose my number.

You understand me?

There's an old church nearby.

Maybe I'll go read
some of the lore books there.

Yeah. You do that.

[DOOR CLOSES]

I never would've guessed
your daddy was right.

- About what?
- About your brother.

What John said was
save Sam or kill him.

Maybe...

Maybe what?

- Maybe shouldn't have tried to save him.
- Bobby.

He ended the world, Dean.

And you and I weren't strong enough
to stop him proper. That's on us.

I'm just saying your dad was right.

Dad?

- It's gotta be in here.
- What are you talking about?

Here.

I don't believe it.

- I don't believe it.
- What the hell is it?

It's a card for my dad's lock-up
in upstate New York. Read it.

Castle Storage, 42 Rover Hill.

Castle on a hill of 42 dogs.

Think your dad
had the Michael Sword all this time?

I don't know. I'm not sure
what else Chuck could've meant.

Yeah, okay.

It's good enough for me.

[GRUNTING]

[GRUNTING]

I always knew you were a big, dumb,
slow, dim pain in the ass, Dean.

But I never dreamt you were so VIP.

I mean, you're gonna ice the devil?

You? Heh.

If I'd known that, I'd have ripped
your pretty, pretty face off ages ago.

- Ruby?
- Try again. Go back further.

- Meg.
- Hi.

These are the days
of miracle and wonder, Dean.

Our father's among us.

You know we're all dreaming again
for the first time since we were human?

It's heaven on Earth or hell.

We really owe your brother
a fruit basket.

You like the sound of your own voice.

But you, on the other hand?
You're the only bump in the road.

So every demon, every single one,
is just dying for a piece of you.

- Get in line.
- Oh, I'm in the front of the line, baby.

Let's ride.

[DEAN GRUNTS]

- What was that? Peanut butter?
- Your surrogate daddy's still awake.

Screaming in there.

And I want him to know how it feels,
slicing the life out of you.

Bobby.

Bobby, no. No.

Now!

DEAN:
Bobby.

No.

- No!
- Unh.

[GRUNTING]

No!

Hey, Sammy.

MEG: You miss me?
Because I sure missed you.

Meg?

Not so easy without those super-special
demon powers, huh, Sammy?

[SCREAMS]

[CREAKING]

[BABY CRYING]

[BABY CRYING OVER MONITOR]

[SIGHS]

[BABY CRYING]

No.

[CRYING]

No.

[NICK SOBBING]

- What happened?
- He was stabbed.

Can we get a gurney?

SAM:
Okay, Bobby. You're gonna be okay.

- Just wait here.
- We can't just leave him.

Just don't move. I've got questions.

- Sammy, we gotta go.
- No. No way, Dean.

Demons heard where the sword is.

We gotta get to it before they do,
if we're not too late already.

Come on.

ZACHARIAH: I see you told the demons
where the sword is.

Oh, thank God. The angels are here.

And to think, they could've grabbed it
any time they wanted.

Right in front of them.

What do you mean?

ZACHARIAH:
We may have planted that prophecy...

inside Chuck's skull,
but it happened to be true.

We did lose the Michael Sword.
We truly couldn't find it until now.

- You've just hand-delivered it to us.
- We don't have anything.

It's you, chucklehead.

You're the Michael Sword.

What, you thought
you could actually kill Lucifer?

You simpering wad
of insecurity and self-loathing?

No.

You're just a human, Dean.

And not much of one.

- What do you mean I'm the sword?
- You're Michael's weapon.

Or rather, his receptacle.

- I'm a vessel?
- You're the vessel.

Michael's vessel.

- How? Why? Why me?
- Because you're chosen.

- It's a great honor, Dean.
- Oh, yeah.

Yeah. Life as an angel condom.

That's real fun.

I think I'll pass, thanks.

Joking. Always joking. Well...

no more jokes.

- Bang.
- Aah! Unh.

You son of a bitch.

Keep mouthing off,
I'll break more than his legs.

[PANTING]

I am completely
and utterly through screwing around.

The war has begun.
We don't have our general. That's bad.

Now, Michael is going to
take his vessel...

and lead the final charge
against the adversary.

You understand me?

How many humans die
in the crossfire, huh?

- A million? Five? Ten?
- Probably more.

If Lucifer goes unchecked,
how many die? All of them.

He'll roast the planet alive.

There's a reason you're telling me
all this, instead of just nabbing me.

You need my consent.

Michael needs my say-so
to ride around in my skin.

Unfortunately, yes.

- There's gotta be another way.
- There is no other way.

There must be a battle.
Michael must defeat the serpent.

- It is written.
- Yeah, maybe.

But on the other hand...

eat me.

- The answer's "no."
ZACHARIAH: Okay.

How about this?

Your friend Bobby,
we know he's gravely injured.

Say "yes" and we'll heal him.
Say "no," he'll never walk again.

- No.
- Then how about we heal you...

from stage-four stomach cancer?

[COUGHING]

- No.
- Then let's get really creative.

Let's see how Sam does
without his lungs.

[WHEEZING]

Are we having fun yet?

You're going to say yes, Dean.

Just kill us.

Kill you?

Oh, no.

I'm just getting started.

- How are you...?
CASTIEL: Alive?

It's a good question.

How did these two end up
on that airplane?

Another good question,
because the angels didn't do it.

- We both know the answer, don't we?
- No.

- That not possible.
- It scares you.

Well, it should.

Now, put these boys back together
and go.

I won't ask twice.

[WIND WHOOSHES]

You two need to be more careful.

Yeah, I'm starting to get that.
Your frat brothers are bigger dicks...

- than I thought.
- I don't mean the angels.

Lucifer is circling his vessel...

and once he takes it, those hex bags
won't be enough to protect you.

[DEAN & SAM GRUNT]

- What the hell was that?
- An Enochian sigil.

It'll hide you from every angel
in creation, including Lucifer.

- Did you brand us with it?
- No. I carved it into your ribs.

Hey, Cass, were you really dead?

Yes.

Then how are you back?

[WIND WHOOSHES]

SARAH:
Nick.

Nick.

You're dreaming, Nick.

But it doesn't mean this isn't real.

Sarah?

I'm not your wife, Nick.

I'm an angel.

An angel?

My name is Lucifer.

Sure.

Naturally. Um...

Could you do me
a favor there, Satan...

and remind me to quit drinking
before I go to bed?

I'm here because you're special, Nick.

There's very, very few people
like you.

- Is that so?
- You're a vessel.

A very powerful vessel.

Meaning what, exactly?

I need to take control
of your mind and your body.

To be honest,
it'll probably be unpleasant for you.

But it is necessary.

Okay, look, if it's just the same to you,
I think I'd like to wake up now.

I told you. This is real.

Don't be afraid. This is your choice.

You need to invite me in.

Even if this is real, which it's not,
but assuming it was...

why the hell would I
do something like that?

You people misunderstand me.

You call me Satan and Devil.

But do you know my crime?

I loved God too much...

and for that, he betrayed me...

punished me...

just as he's punished you.

After all,
how could God stand idly by...

while that man
broke into your home...

and butchered your family
in their beds?

There are only two
rational answers, Nick.

Either he's sadistic...

or he simply doesn't care.

You're angry.

You have every right to be angry.

I am angry too.

That's why I wanna find him.
Hold him accountable for his actions.

Just because he created us...

doesn't mean he can toy with us
like playthings.

If I help you...

can you bring back my family?

I'm sorry.

I can't.

But I can give you the next best thing.

God did this to you, Nick...

and I can give you justice.

Peace.

How do I know
you're telling the truth?

Because, contrary to popular belief...

I don't lie.

I don't need to.

What I need...

is you.

Nick, I need you to say "yes."

Then yes.

BOBBY:
"Unlikely to walk again"?

Why, you snot-nosed son of a bitch.

Wait till I get out of this bed.

I'll use my game leg
and kick your frigging ass!

Yeah, you'd better run!

- You believe that yahoo?
- Screw him. You'll be fine.

So let me ask
the million-dollar question.

What do we do now?

Well...

we save as many as we can
for as long as we can, I guess.

It's bad.

Whoever wins, heaven or hell...

- we're boned.
- What if we win?

I'm serious.

Screw the angels and the demons
and their crap Apocalypse.

You know, they wanna fight a war,
they can find their own planet.

This one's ours,
and I say they get the hell off it.

We take them all on. We kill the devil,
Michael if we have to...

but we do it our own damn selves.

And how are we
supposed to do all this, genius?

I got no idea.

But what I do have is a GED
and a give-them-hell attitude...

and I'll figure it out.

You are nine kinds of crazy, boy.

It's been said.

Listen, you stay on the mend.

We'll see you in a bit.

BOBBY:
Sam?

I was awake.

I know what I said back there.

I just want you to know that
that was the demon talking.

I ain't cutting you out, boy. Not ever.

Thanks, Bobby.

You're welcome.

I deserve a damn medal for this,
but you're welcome.

SAM: You know, I was thinking, Dean,
maybe we could go after the Colt.

- What difference would that make?
- Use it on Lucifer.

- I mean, you just said back there...
- I said a bunch of crap for Bobby.

I mean, I'll fight.

I'll fight till the last man,
but let's be honest.

I mean, we don't stand
a snowball's chance and you know that.

I mean, hell,
you of all people know that.

Dean.

Is there something
you wanna say to me?

I tried, Sammy.

I mean, I really tried.

But I just can't keep pretending
that everything's all right.

Because it's not...

and it's never going to be.

You chose a demon
over your own brother...

and look what happened.

I would give anything...

- anything to take it all back.
- I know you would.

And I know how sorry you are, I do.

But, man...

you were the one
that I depended on the most...

and you let me down
in ways that I can't even...

I'm just... I'm having a hard time
forgiving and forgetting here, you know?

What can I do?

Honestly?

Nothing.

I just don't...

I don't think that we can ever be
what we were, you know?

I just don't think I can trust you.