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Aired: Thursday December 7, 2006

Baddies: Demonic virus

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Lore:

The Lost Colony
-What Happened?

The principal theory is that they dispersed and were absorbed by either the local Croatan or Hatteras Indians, or still another Algonquian people. What is well known is that the descendants of the Croatoan tribe, the modern day Lumbee, began to appear some 50 years after the disappearance of the colony. Observers described these people as having European features and speaking English. The Lumbee have remained in North Carolina, even populating the same region as their Croatoan ancestors. It would not be that much of leap to conclude that the people of Croatoan were true to their word and accepted the embattled colonists into their nation. But, it has yet to be established if they did assimilate with one or other of the native populations.

Reshef and Daeva

“I’ve been pouring through Dad’s journal, found something about the Roanoke Colony. Dad always had a theory about Croatoan. He thought it was a demon’s name. Sometimes know as daeva or reshef, the demon of plague and pestilence.”

Reshef is a demon that was first mentioned in the bible (Habukkuk 3:5) “Plague went before him; reshef followed his steps.” In most translations though reshef has come to be translated as ‘pestilence’ due to the parallelism to the line that comes before it.

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Quotes:


Sam: I saw a dark room, some people and uh.. a guy tied to a chair.
Dean: And I ventilated him?
Sam: Yeah.. You thought there was somethin inside em.
Dean: What a demon? Was he possessed?
Sam: I donno.
Dean: Well all your weirdo visions are always tied to the yellow eyed demon somehow, so what was there any black smoke? Did we try to exorcise it?
Sam: No.. n-nothing. You just plugged em. And that’s it.
Dean: Well I’m sure I had a good reason.
Sam: I sure hope so.
Dean: What does that mean? (Sam says nothing) I'm not gonna waste an innocent man. (Sam raises his eyebrows).. I wouldn’t!
Sam: I never said you would!
Dean: Fine!
Sam: Fine! Look we donno what it is! But whatever it is, that guy in the chair is a part of it. So let’s find him and see what’s what.
Dean: Fine.
Sam: Fine.

Dean: Mornin’!
Sarge: Mornin’. Can I help you?
Dean: Yeah. Uh, Billy Gibbons, Frank Beard, US Marshals.
Sarge: What’s this about?
Dean: We’re lookin for someone.
Sam: A young man uh.. early twenties (thinks back to vision) he’d have a –a thin scar right below his hair line.
Sarge: What’d he do?
Sam: Well nothin. We’re actually lookin for someone else but we think this young man can help us.
Dean: Yeah, he’s not in any kind of trouble or anything, well not yet. (looks at Sarge’s tattoo) I think maybe you know who he is Master Sergeant. My dad was in the core he was a corporal.
Sarge: What company?
Dean: Echo two one.
Sam: So can you help us?
Sarge: Uh.. Duane Tanner’s got eh-a.. scar like that. But I know him, good kid, keeps his nose clean.
Dean: No I'm sure he does. Uh.. you know where he lives?
Sarge: With his family up uh.. Aspen Way.
Dean: Thank you.

Sam: Hey. (points to ‘Croatoan’ carved into a wood post)
Dean: Croatoan?
Sam: Yeah. (Dean shakes his head) Roanoke? Lost colony? Ring a bell? Dean, did you pay any attention to history class?
Dean: Yeah. The shot heard 'round the world, how bills become laws....
Sam: That's not school; that's Schoolhouse Rock!
Dean: Whatever.
Sam: Roanoke was one of the first English colonies in America, late fifteen hundreds..
Dean: Oh yeah, yeah, yeah.. I do remember that. The only thing they left behind was this single word carved in a tree. Croatoan.
Sam: Yeah. And I mean there were theories. Indian raid. Disease. But nobody really knows what happened. They were all just gone. I mean wiped out overnight.
Dean: You don’t think that’s what’s going on here..
Sam: Whatever I saw in my head, it sure wasn’t good.... but what do you think could do that?
Dean: Huu..well.. I mean, like I said, all your weirdo visions are always tied to the yellow eyed demon somehow so..
Sam: We should get help. Bobby, uh.. Ellen maybe..
Dean: Yeah, that’s a good idea. (starts walking away and opens his cell phone) I don’t have a signal.
Sam: (pulls out his cell) I don’t either.
Dean: (walks over to pay phone) Line’s dead. I’ll tell you one thing. I was gonna massacre a town? That’d be my first step.

Dean: (after talking to the Tanner’s) That was kinda creepy right? Little too Stepford?
Sam: Big time.

Dean: Hey!
Dr. Lee: Is that?
Dean: Mr. Tanner?
Dr. Lee: Was he attacked too?
Dean: Uh.... no. no actually he did the attacking and then he got himself shot.
Dr. Lee: Shot?
Dean: Yeah.
Dr. Lee: And who are you?
Dean: US Marshal. I’d show you my badge but uh-
Dr. Lee: Oh, sorry. Bring him back here..

Dean: These guys were whacked out of their gourds.
Sam: What do you think? Multiple demons? Mass possession?
Dean: If it is a possession it could be more. And god knows how many it could be like a freakin Shriner convention.
Sam: Great.
Dean: Course that’s one way ta wipe out a town. Ya take it out from the inside.
Sam: I donno man.. We didn’t see any of the demon smoke with Tanner or any of the other usual signs.
Dean: Yeah, well, whatever. Something turned him into a monster. Hey, you know if you would have taken out the other one, it’d be one less to worry about.
Sam: I'm sorry. Alright? I hesitated Dean, it was a kid.
Dean: No, it was an IT. Not the best time for bleedin’ hearts Sam.

Dr. Lee: Huh..
Sam: What?
Dr. Lee: His lymphocyte percentage is pretty high. His body was fighting off a viral infection.
Sam: Really? What kinda virus?
Dr. Lee: Can’t say for sure.
Sam: Do you think an infection coulda made him act like that?
Dr. Lee: None that I’ve ever heard of. I mean some can cause dementia, but not that kind of violence. And besides, I’ve never heard of one that did this to the blood.
Sam: Did what?
Dr. Lee: There’s this weird residue. If I didn’t know better.. I’d say it was sulfur.
Sam: (looks to Mr. Tanner’s body and back) Sulfur.

Dean: (guy slams his car) Ha-ho-ho, hey.
Guy: Sorry, road’s closed.
Dean: He-yeah, I can see that. What’s up?
Guy: Quarantine.
Dean: Quarantine? What is it?
Guy: Donno. Something goin around out there.
Dean: Uh huh. Who told you that?
Guy: County Sheriff.
Dean: Is he here?
Guy: No. He called. Say, why don’t you get outta the car and we’ll talk a little.
Dean: Hah hah.. well you are a handsome devil but I don’t swing that way, sorry.
Guy: I’d sure appreciate it if you got out of the car, just for a quick minute.
Dean: Yeah, I bet you would. (Reverses away in his car with the guy still attached to the side)

Sarge: Hands where I can see em!
Dean: Son-of-a..
Sarge: Get out of the car! (Dean show’s his empty hands) OUTTA THE CAR!
Dean: Alright easy there big guy. (gets out of the car and pulls out his own gun) Put it down!
Sarge: Lower it now!
Dean: PUT IT DOWN!
Sarge: ARE YOU ONE OF EM?!
Dean: NO ARE YOU?!
Sarge: NO!
Dean: YOU COULD BE LYING!
Sarge: SO COULD YOU!
Dean: Alright! Alright! We could do this all day alright? Let’s just uh let’s take it easy before we kill each other.
Sarge: What’s goin on with everybody?
Dean: I donno.
Sarge: My neighbor.. Mr. Rogers.. he-
Dean: You got a neighbor named Mr. Rogers?
Sarge: Ye-not any more. (Dean shakes his head slightly) He came at me with a hatchet. I put him down. He’s not the only one me-it’s happening to everyone.
Dean: I'm heading over to doc’s place. There’s still some people left.
Sarge: No way, I'm getting the hell out.
Dean: There’s no way out, they got the bridge covered, now come on.
Sarge: I don’t believe you
Dean: Alright fine stay here, be my guest. (Dean gets into the car and Sarge follows, they both keep their guns trained on each other) Ah.. this otta be a relaxing drive.

Sam: What’s goin on out there Dean?
Dean: Man ionno, I feel like Chuck Heston in the Omega Man. Sarge is the only sane person I could find. What are we dealin with, do you know?
Sam: Yeah, doc thinks it’s a virus.
Dean: Ok, great. What do you think?
Sam: I think she’s right.
Dean: Really?
Sam: Yeah. And I think the infected are trying to infect others with blood to blood contact. Oh, but it gets better. The uh.. the virus? Leaves traces of sulfur in the blood.
Dean: A demonic virus?
Sam: Yah, more like demonic germ warfare. Least it explains why I'm havin visions.
Dean: Yeah, it’s like a biblical plague.
Sam: Yah.. you donno how right you are Dean. I’ve been pouring through dad’s journal. Found something about the Roanoke colony.
Dean: And?
Sam: Dad always had a theory about Croatoan. He thought it was a demon’s name. sometimes known as Daeva, sometimes Reshef. A demon of plague and pestilence.
Dean: Well that’s-that’s terrific. Why here? Why now?
Sam: I have no idea. But Dean.. I mean, who knows how far this thing can spread. We gotta get outta here, we gotta warn people.

Sam: We can’t stay here. We gotta get outta here, get to the Roadhouse, somewhere. Let people know what’s coming.
Dean: Yeah, that is a good point. Night of the living dead didn’t exactly end pretty.
Sarge: I'm not sure we gotta choice. Lotsa folks up here are good with riffles. Even with all your hardware, we’re uh.. we’re easy targets. So unless you got some explosives..
Sam: (looks to the medical supplies, Dean looks at him, Sam raises his eyebrows) We could make some.

Duane: Has anybody seen my mom and dad?
Dean: (to Sam) Awkward......

Sam: This is my vision Dean. It’s happening.
Dean: Yeah, I figured.
Sam: You can’t kill him. Alright? Not yet. We don’t know if he’s infected or not.
Dean: Oh, I think we’re pretty damn sure. Guy show’s up outta no where. Got a cut on his leg, his whole families infected.
Sam: Alright, then we should keep him tied up and we should wait and see.
Dean: For what? For him to hulk out, infect somebody else? No thanks, can’t take that chance. (Sam grabs Dean’s arm trying to stop him) Hey look man, I'm not happy about this ok? But it’s a tough job and you know that.
Sam: It’s SUPPOSED to be tough, Dean. We’re supposed to struggle with this. That’s the whole point!
Dean: What does that buy us?
Sam: A clear conscience for one.
Dean: (nods) Well it’s too late for that.
Sam: What the hell’s happened to you?
Dean: What?!
Sam: You might kill an innocent man.. and you don’t even care. You don’t act like yourself anymore Dean. Hell, you know what? You’re acting like one of those things out there.
Dean: Mm hmm. (goes to walk by Sam, Sam stops him and Dean jerks Sam out of the way)
Sam: HEY! (Dean locked him in the room) Open the damn door! DEAN! (hits door) Don’t do it Dean! DON’T! (Dean checks the clip of his gun, taps it on the guns handle, loads it, walks into the room)
Duane: No-no-no-no-no you’re not gonna... NO! NO! I SWEAR! It’s not in me!
Pam: Oh god! We’re all gonna die!
Sarge: Maybe he’s tellin the truth.
Dean: No, he’s not him. Not anymore. (cocks gun)
Duane: God! Stop it! Ask her! Ask the doctor! It’s not in me!
Dr. Lee: I.. just.. I can’t tell.
Duane: (crying) Please.. don’t! Don’t please! I swear it’s not in me! It’s not in me I swear! I-I swear! It’s not in me.. don’t.. don’t.
Dean: I got no choice.
Duane: (crying) No... no..
Dean: (fighting with his resolve.. he can’t do it) Damn it!

Dr. Lee: (walks in on Sam and Dean making explosives) It’s been over four hours. Duane’s blood is still clean. I don’t think he’s infected. I’d like to untie him. If that’s alright.
Sam: (Dean looks over to Sam, Sam nods looking to Dean for confirmation, Dean nods to Sam) Sure, Yeah. (Dr. Lee walks out) You know I'm gonna ask you why.
Dean: Yeah, I know.
Sam: So why? Why didn’t you do it?
Dean: (coughs) We need more alcohol. (Sam huffs and gets up to get the alcohol from the dispensary)

Sam: How you holdin up Pam?
Pam: Good. It’ll all be over soon. (closes and locks door) In fact.. I’ve been waiting for this the whole time.
Sam: For what?
Pam: To get you alone. (goes crazy and knocks Sam to the ground. Dean and Sarge hear the commotion and go to the Dispensary. Pam hits Sam in the face then takes a scapel, cuts Sam’s chest and cuts her palm then mixes their blood. Dean bursts in and shoots Pam 3 times in the back)
Sarge: (Sam reaches out for Dean and Dean goes to help him but Sarge stops him) She bled on him. He’s got the virus.

Dean: Doctor, check his wound again would ya? (nobody moves.. Sam doesn’t want to look his brother in the eyes) DOCTOR!
Sarge: What’s he need examinin for? You saw what happened.
Dr. Lee: Did her blood actually enter your wound?
Sarge: Come on! Of course it did!
Dean: We don’t know that for sure! (Sam looks at Dean like ‘what the hell.. you were so quick to judge earlier’)
Duane: We can’t take a chance.
Sarge: You know what we have to do.
Dean: Nobody is shooting my brother!
Duane: He’s not gonna be your brother much longer. You said it yourself!
Dean: Nobody’s shooting anyone!
Duane: You were gonna shoot ME!
Dean: You will shut your pie whole, or I still might!
Sam: Dean. They’re right. I'm infected, just gimme the gun and I’ll do it myself.
Dean: Forget it.
Sam: Dean, I'm not gonna become one of those things!
Dean: Sam we’ve still got some time.
Sarge: Time for what?! Look, I understand he’s your brother and I'm sorry, I am. (pulls out gun) But I gotta take care of this.
Dean: I'm gonna say this one time. You make a move on him, you’ll be dead before you hit the ground. You understand me? Mean-do I make myself CLEAR?!
Sam: DEAN!
Sarge: THEN WHAT ARE WE SUPPOSED TO DO?!
Dean: (thinks for a minute, grabs his keys out of his pocket and throws them to Sarge) Get the hell outta here, that’s what. Take my car. You got the explosives, there’s an arsenal in there, you two go with him. You’ve got enough fire power to handle anything now.
Sarge: What about you? (Dean and Sarge share a look and he understands)
Sam: Dean. No. No. Go with them. This is your only chance.
Dean: Ah, you’re not gonna get rid of me that easy.
Sarge: Yah, he’s right man. Come WITH us. (Another look of understanding as Sarge looks from Dean to Sam) Ok, it’s your funeral. (they all go to exit)
Dr. Lee: I'm sorry. Thanks for everything marshals.
Dean: Oh, actually we’re not really marshals.
Dr. Lee: Um.. Oh.
(Dean smiles to her, she walks out and he closes and locks the door)
Dean: (looking at Sam) Wish we had a deck of cards or some foosball table or something. (chuckles)
Sam: Dean, don’t do this. Just get the hell outta here.
Dean: No way.
Sam: Gimme my gun. And leave.
Dean: (giving Sam a committed and final look) For the last time Sam. No.
Sam: You-(is overcome with anger and he whacks his cast down on the table) This is the dumbest thing you’ve ever done.
Dean: I donno about that. Remember that waitress in Tampa? (shudders) Eewwhh.
Sam: (tears running down his face) Dean, I'm sick. It’s over for me. It doesn’t have to be for you.
Dean: No?
Sam: No, you can keep going!
Dean: Who says I want to?
Sam: (pause) What?
Dean: (sits down on computer desk while taking out the gun tucked behind his back) I'm tired Sam. Heh.. I'm tired of this job. This life. This weight on my shoulders man, I'm tired of it.
Sam: So what, so you’re just gonna give up? I mean you’re just gonna lay down and die? Look Dean, I know stuff with dad had-
Dean: You’re wrong. It’s not about dad.. I mean part of it is sure-
Sam: Then what is it about? (They hear a noise, Dr. Lee comes to the door)
Dr. Lee: You better come see this.
(they walk outside)
Dr. Lee: There’s no one. Not anywhere. They’ve all just.. vanished. (close up on the word Croatoan carved in the wood)

Dr. Lee: Well.. It’s been five hours and you’re bloods still clean. I don’t understand it but I think you’ve dodged a bullet.
Sam: But I was exposed. How could I not be infected?
Dr. Lee: I donno.. but you’re just not. I mean when you compare it with the Tanner’s samples.. (looks into microscope) What the hell?
Sam: What?
Dr. Lee: Their blood. There’s no trace of the virus. No sulfur. Nothing.

Dean: (about to leave town, referring to Sam) What about him?
Dr. Lee: he’s gonna be fine. No signs of infection. (she nods to them and leaves)
Sam: Hey man, don’t look at me, I got no clue.
Dean: I swear, I'm gonna lose sleep over this one. I mean why here? Why now? Where the hell did everybody go? It’s not like they just friggan melted.
Sam: And why was I immune?
Dean: Yeah. You know what? That’s a good question! You know I'm already startin to feel like this is the one that got away.

Duane: You mind pullin over up ahead there?
Sarge: Alright.
Duane: I gotta make a call.
Sarge: No phone out here.
Duane: I got it covered.
Sarge: What the hell is that?
(slices Sarge’s throat and collects his blood in a summoning chalice)
Duane: (talking to what we assume to be the yellow eyed demon) It’s over, you’ll be pleased. I don’t think anymore tests are necessary. The Winchester boy. Definitely immune, as expected. Yes. Of course. Nothing left behind. (his eyes have turned demon-possessed black and fade to black)

Sam: So. Last night. You wanna tell me what the hell you were talking about?
Dean: What do you mean?
Sam: What do I mean? I mean you said you were tired of the job.. and that it wasn’t just because of dad.
Dean: Forget it.
Sam: No. I can’t. No way.
Dean: Come on man, I thought we were both gonna die. You can’t hold that over me.
Sam: Nah no no no. you can't pull that crap with me man you’re talking.
Dean: And what if I don’t
Sam: Then I guess I’ll just have to keep askin until you do.
Dean: (pauses.. turns around) I donno man.. I just think maybe we outta.. (long pause) go to the Grand Canyon.
Sam: What?
Dean: Yeah, you know, all this driving back and forth across country, you know, I've never been the Grand Canyon. Or we could go to TJ, or Hollywood, see if we could bang Lindsay Lohan.
Sam: You’re not makin and sense.
Dean: I just think we should take a break from all this. Why do we gotta get stuck with all the responsibility, you know? Why can't we live life a little bit?
Sam: Why you sayin all this? (Dean shakes his head slightly then tries to walk away while taking a swig of his beer) No no no no, Dean.. you’re my brother, alright? So whatever weight you’re carrying.. let me help a little bit.
Dean: (pause) I can’t. I promised.
Sam: Who?
Dean: Dad.
Sam: What are you talking about?
Dean: Right before dad died. He told me something. He told me something about you.
Sam: (close up to Sam)What?.. Dean what did he tell you? (close up to Dean.. ominous music plays.. and end)

It really does. I guess Vision!Dean has a lot less heart than Real!Dean. Even though they're the same person. And even though he should have shot that little mother.

Yeah, but he would've had to. Because the reason they went there was because of Sammy's vision, so obviously Sam would have told him about the vision. And in the vision, Dean is struggling with his resolve too, yet he still shoots him.

Maybe ... maybe the real Dean just didn't want to hurt Sam, so he ... backed out? Who knows, really, because for all intents and purposes he should have shot him, because of the vision, not just his true identity.

Sarge: My neighbor.. Mr. Rogers.. he-
Dean: You got a neighbor named Mr. Rogers?
Sarge: Ye-not any more. (Dean shakes his head slightly) He came at me with a hatchet. I put him down. He’s not the only one me-it’s happening to everyone.

^-----------I thought that was pretty funny. This episode, I thought was pretty neat and I enjoyed it. I thought Dean was going to have to shoot Sam (I'm saying NO!!!), but it ended nicely in the end. I'm really curious about what Dean knows about Sam though

Did you know, on the way to the roadblock, the car that Dean passes, the first three characters on the license plate say WTF? My sister pointed it out

Yah... I caught the 'WTF' plate... and I'm sure it was intentional... or at least the framing of it was...

Poor poor Dean.... I'm glad Sam know's about Dean's.. feelings.. it's just so sad that he really doesn't feel the need to live for anything else anymore though...