Quotes:Dean: Ellen! It’s me again. Any chance you’ve heard from him? I swear, it’s like lookin for my dad all over again. I’m loosin my mind here. –Nah, I’ve called him a thousand times, there’s nothin but voicemail. I mean, I donno where he went or why. Sam’s just gone.
Dean: Sam? *walks into room* Hey!
Sam: *distraught* Hey, Dean.
Dean: Are you bleedin?
Sam: I tried to wash it off..
Dean: *looking at Sam’s bloody shirt* Oh my god.
Sam: I don’t think it’s my blood.
Dean: Who’s is it?
Sam: I donno.
Dean: Sam, what the hell happened?
Sam: Dean.. I don’t remember anything.
Sam: What’d you find out?
Dean: You checked in three days ago under the name Richard Sambora. Course, I think the scariest part about this whole thing is the fact that you're a Bon Jovi fan.
Sam: Dean.
Dean: Your rooms been quite, no body’s noticed anything unusual.
Sam: You mean no one saw me walkin around covered in blood?
Dean: Yeah, that’s what I mean.
Sam: Then how the hell’d I get here Dean? What happened to me?
Dean: I donno. Alright? But you’re.. you’re ok, that’s what matters. Everything else we can deal with.
Sam: Oh really? Cause what if I hurt someone? Or worse.
Dean: Sam. *Dean looks to Sam, then looks away*
Sam: What if this is what dad warned you about.
Dean: Hey, whoa whoa come on man let’s not jump the gun here. We donno what happened. Now we just gotta treat this like any other job. What’s the last thing you remember?
Sam: Just me and you.. in that motel room in West Texas, I went out to grab some burgers n’-
Dean: West Texas that was over a week ago.
Sam: That’s it.. Next thing I knew I was sittin here... Bloody. It felt like I’d been a sleep for a month.
Dean: *after looking at Sam’s stolen car* Awwhh please tell me you didn't steal this.
Sam: *holding knife* You think I used this one someone?
Dean: I’m not thinking anything. *Sam wipes of prints from the weapon as Dean continues to look around the car* Okay.. now this is disturbing. *lifts up carton of cigarettes* C'mon, man, this couldn't have been you. It had to be someone else, somebody who.. uhh.. *smells cigarettes* ...smokes menthols.
Dean: Alright, receipt's for 10 gallons at pump number 2. You getting any uh.. goosebumps yet? God-this-looks-familiar, déjà vu vibes? *Sam shakes his head no* Maybe someone inside’ll remember you. Come on.
*inside Gas Station*
Guy: You.. Outta here Now! I’m callin the cops.
Dean: You talkin to him? *points thumb at Sam*
Guy: Yeah! I’m talkin to him! Jerk comes in yesterday, stinkin drunk, grabs a 40 from the fridge, starts chuggin.
Dean: This guy? You.. you drinkin malt liquor?
Guy: *huffs* Not after you whipped the bottle at my friggan head.
Dean: This guy? *still referring to Sam*
Guy: What am I speakin Urdu?
Sam: Look I’m really sorry if I did anything.
Guy: You know what? Tell your story walkin pal. Ok? Po-po will be here in five.
Dean: Ho-wa-wa-wait, he’s leavin he’s leavin. Put the phone down. Sam go wait in the car.
Sam: But Dean-
Dean: Go wait in the car! *Sam sighs and walks away* Ok look, I, I just wanna talk to you that’s it. Ok? *guy puts the phone down* Now when he took off yesterday, which way did he go?
Guy: Why don’t you ask him?
Dean: Cause I’m askin you. Now please, you’ll be doin me a huge favor. Ok?
Guy: Oh. Do you a favor. Well.. that is what I live for. You know.. your buddy didn’t pay for the booze.. or the smokes. Which he also illegally lit up.
Dean: You saw him smoking?
Guy: Yah! Guy’s a chimney.
Dean: *looking to Sam, clears his throat, opens wallet* This uh, oughtta cover it.
Guy: Hmm.. it’s uh.. it’s comin back to me now. He took two packs.
Dean: *opens wallet again* Course he did.
Guy: He went north. On route 71. Straight outta town. *Dean grabs two chocolate bars and leaves*
Dean: *in the car* What’s goin on with you Sam? Hm? Cause smokin’, throwin' bottles at people.. I mean that sounds more like me than you.
Dean: *looking in Steve’s closet* Either this guy’s a Unabomber-
Sam: Or a hunter. Dean, I think I killed a hunter.
Dean: *referring to computer* How do you erase this? Huh? Sam! *taps Sam’s shoulder* Come on. I need your help.
Sam: *looking at a letter* I killed him Dean. I just broke in and killed him.
Dean: Listen to me. Whoever this guy is, he’s a hunter. Which means that other hunters are gonna come lookin for his killer. Which means we gotta cover our tracks. Ok?
Sam: His name was Steve Wandell. This is a letter from his daughter. *Dean smashes Steve’s computer frightening Sam and showing us his determination to protect Sam no matter the cost*
Dean: *throws cloth at Sam* Wipe your prints and then we go.
Dean: Alright, we get a couple hours sleep and then we put this place on our rearview mirror. Look, I know this is bad ok? You gotta snap out of it. Sam say something!
Sam: Just get some sleep and leave in the morning? Murder. Dean. That’s what I did.
Dean: *rolls his head* Maybe. Ok? We don’t know- shapeshifter?
Sam: Oh come on. You know it wasn’t. you saw the tape, there was no eye flare, no distortion.
Dean: Yeah, but it wasn’t you! Alright? I mean yeah, it might have been.. you-but it wasn’t you.
Sam: I think it was. *sits on bed* I think maybe more than you know.
Dean: What the hell does that mean?
Sam: For the last few weeks I’ve been havin.. I’ve been having these feelings.
Dean: What feelings? *Dean walks over and sits on opposite bed*
Sam: Rage? Hate. And I can’t stop it. It just gets worse. Day by day it gets worse.
Dean: You never told me this.
Sam: I didn’t wanna scare you.
Dean: Well, bang up job on that. *slaps knee and stands*
Sam: Dean, the yellow-eyed demon. You know he has plans for me. And we both know that he’s turned other children into killers before too.
Dean: No one can control you but you.
Sam: Sure doesn’t seem like that Dean. It feels like, no matter what I do, slowly but surely I’m-I’m just becoming-
Dean: What?
Sam: Who I’m meant to be. I mean you said it once yourself, Dean. I gotta face up to who I am.
Dean: I DIDN’T MEAN THIS!
Sam: But it’s still true! You know that! Dad knew that too. That’s why he told you if it ever came to this-
Dean: Shut up Sam!
Sam: Dean, you promised him. *pause* You promised me.
Dean: *scoffs* .. No. Listen to me. We’re gonna figure this out. Ok? I mean.. there’s gotta be a way right?
Sam: Yeah, there is. *grabs a gun from the bag on the bed and hands it to Dean* I don’t wanna hurt anyone else. I don’t wanna hurt you.
Dean: You wont. Whatever this is. You can fight it.
Sam: No. I can’t. Not forever. Here. You gotta do it. *places the gun in Dean’s hand*
Dean: You know, I've tried so hard to keep you safe.
Sam: I know.
Dean: *looks Sam straight in the eyes* I can't. I'd rather die. *drops gun on the bed and walks away*
Sam: No. *pause* You’ll live. *Dean looks back slightly confused. Sam picks up gun. Dean turns and walks a few steps back towards Sam then just stands there* You’ll live to regret this. *knocks Dean out with the gun*
*Dean wakes up on floor*
Hotel guy: It’s past your checkout.
Dean: *gets up off the floor and walks to the door looking completely disoriented* What??
Hotel guy: It’s past checkout and I have a couple here who needs a room. *camera pans over to an older man with a woman who appears to be a prostitute*
Dean: Oh yeah, I’ll bet they do. What time is it?
Hotel guy: Twelve thirty.
Dean: That guy that was with me, have you seen him?
Hotel guy: Yeah, he left before dawn in your car and you shoulda gone with him because now I’m gonna have to charge you extra.
Dean: Huuuhh.. sonofabitch..
Hotel guy: It’s just policy sir.
Dean: I need to use your computer.
Hotel guy: Why would I let you use my computer? *Dean looks around, looks to couple and back to hotel guy/scene changes to hotel guy counting many bills and Dean using his computer*
Dean: *on phone* Hi. So sorry to bother you but uh, my son.. snuck out of the house last night and uh.. and went to a Justin Timberlake concert.. What?.. Yeah.. Justin is quite the triple threat. *rolls his eyes* Uh.. anyway, he’s not back yet and, and I’m just starting to worry... Right.. boys will be boys. Um.. but see Sammy is uh.. uh, uh.. a diabetic. And uh.. if he doesn’t get his insulin, then I just.. I – I have to find him. Please, I’m begging you. Yah, no no no I’m on the website right now, I just need to activate the GPS in his cell phone. *clicks location* Yeah. Right there. Duluth Minnesota. Yeah that is a long way to go for a concert. Appreciate your help. *hangs up*
Pan from Neon sign, "TAVERN" to lit sign, "DARK HILLS, THE SANDPIPER"
Jo: G'nite, thankyou.
Sam: *coughs*
Jo: Sorry, we're closing up.
Sam: How 'bout just one for the road?
*Jo Turns around*
Jo: Well you're about the last person I'd expect to see.
Sam: Well. *swaggering up to Jo at the bar* I guess I'm full of surprises. So can I get a beer?
Jo: Sure. One beer.
*Sam's smile turns evil as Jo turns her back to go to the bar. He saunters over to the bar and sits down as Jo brings him a beer*
So how'd you find me?
Sam: Well, uh, that's kinda what we do, ya know?
Jo: Speakin' of we, where's Dean?
Sam: Couldn't make it.
Jo: So what are you doing here, Sam? I mean, we didn't exactly depart on the best of terms.
Sam: Right. Um. That's why I'm here. *removes jacket* I wanted to see if we could square things, ya know? *Jo sees red circle/mark on his forarm*
Jo: That looks like it hurts.
Sam: No. Naw, just... Had a run in with a hot stove.
Jo: So you were saying something about squaring things?
Sam: Yeah. Um... Look, I know how you feel about my Dad. And I can't say I blame you. He was obsessed. Consumed with hunting. And he didn't care who got caught in the cross-fire. And I guess that included your dad. But that was my father. That's not me
Jo: What about dean?
Sam: well dean's more like my father than I am, but he-. *laughs* Boy! You're really carying a torch for him, aren't you! *Jo laughs it off* I'll take that as a yes. It's too bad. Cos, see, he likes you, sure, but not in the way you'd want. I mean, maybe it's kind of a... A little sister, ya know? But, romance! That's just out of the question! He- He kind of thinks your a school girl, ya know? *Sam's face falls, as if he just realises this was hurting Jo* I'm not trying to hurt you, Jo, I- I'm telling you cos I care!
Jo: That's real kind of you, Sam.
Sam: I mean it. *grabs onto Jo's hand* I care about you a lot
Jo: Sam, what's going on-? *Sam jerks Jo towards him. Music moves to an anxious tone. Sam rubs Jo's hand possessively, seductively*
Sam: I could be more to you, Jo.
Jo: Maybe you should leave. *There's fear in her eyes*
*Sam has a decidedly scary look about him now*
Sam: Ok.
*he flings aside Jo's hand, still looking at her dangerously. He gets up to leave and Jo breathes a sigh of relief. SUDDENLY, Sam is behind her, spinning her around, holding her close*
Jo: Sam! Get off me! SAM! GET OFF! Go-! Let! Go! *hitting him, fighting, but there's no way she's going to get away, stuck between Sam and the bar Sam pushes her, bending her backwards over the bar, face moving down to her neck. And Jo's reaching for the bottle of beer she'd offered Sam earlier. He sees! And grabs her wrist*
Sam: Jo, Jo, Jo...
*Sam SLAMS the bottle down on the bar, shattering the glass. He spins her around, pulling her arms forward so that she's helpless*
Jo: Sam! NO! Please! *Jo is begging, Sam's hand is gripping her hair, his teeth bared behind her. Then, with a grunt, he SLAMS her face onto the bar, knocking her out. He lifts her now still body up onto the bar and brushes her hair almost-tenderly out of face*
Sam: It didn't have to be this way. *rubs his hand possessively over her face* Maybe it did.
The jukebox plays, "Before you slip into unconsciousness, I'd like to have another kiss" (
The Doors - Crystal Ship) It continues to play in the background.
*Jo wakes up to find Sam tying her to a post*
Jo: What the hell's going on. What are you doing?!? *there's a red lump on her forhead from where it connected with the bar. She winces as Sam tightens the ropes. And Sam leans around, close to her face.*
Sam: So what exactly did your mom tell you? About how your Dad died?
Jo: You're not Sam.
Sam: Don't be so sure about that and answer the question. *Sam sighs at Jo's silent glare and moves around, pulling a stool up beside her to sit down.*
Come on. *He lifts up a knife, playing with it over her face and hair* It's me. *the blade is at Jo's eye* You can't tell me anything, you know that. Answer. The question.
Jo: Fine-
Sam: Fine! *toothy grin. He focusses on Jo's hair, flicking it almost comfortingly around her face.*
Jo: Our Dad's were in California. Double's Gate Resourvoir. They were setting some trap for some kind of hell spawn. John was hiding, waiting and my Dad was bait.
*Sam laughs and puts his knife-holding hand to his chin*
Sam: That's just like John. Oh, I bet he dangled Bill like meat on a hook. Then what? *Sam gets up and walks around, behind Jo*
Jo: That thing showed up. John got too eager, jumped out too soon and got my Dad exposed out in the open. *Jo holds back tears* The thing turned around... And killed him.
Sam: Hm! Not quite. *Sam sighs, now leaning against the pole Jo is tied to*
Jo: What?
Sam: What?? Oh. See, it hurt him. It didn't kill him. *Jo looks confused* You really don't know the truth, do you? *Sam laughs* But your mom doesn't, either.
Jo: Know what?
Sam: You see, Bill was all clawed up. Holding his insides in his hands and was gurgling and praying to see you and Ellen one more time. So my Dad *Sam sniffles* Killed him! *A smile plays on Sam's face, taunting Jo* Put him out of his misery like a sick dog.
Jo: You're lying.
Sam: I'm not lying, it's true. *in a sing-song voice* My Daddy shot your Daddy in the head.
Jo: How could you know that?
Sam: I hear things. *Sam digs knife into post*
Jo: Why are you doing this to me?
Sam: Like Daddy, like daughter. You're bait. Open up! *Sam stuffs a towel into Jo's mouth and ties it around her, his chin holding her head forward* That's a girl.
*The door is flung open*
Dean: SAM!? *Sam pulls the knife out of the wood*
*Within seconds, Dean is inside, his gun trained on Sam. Sam with the knife held to the now-gagged Jo's neck*
Sam: I begged you to stop me, Dean!
Dean: Put the knife down, dammit.
Sam: I told you, I can't fight it! My head feels like it's on fire, alright! Dean, kill me! Or I'm going to kill her! Please, you'll be doing me a favour. Shoot me. *Sam moves a step back from Dean, arms outstretched* SHOOT ME!
*There is a pause... When everyone wonders if Dean could do it*
Dean: No, Sammy, come on. *Sam looks confused*
*Dean lowers his gun and turns away.
Sam: What the hell's wrong with you, Dean? Are you that scared of being alone that you'd rather let Jo die?
*After a pause, Dean flings around, throwing Holy Water across Sam's face, smoke shooting off of him.*
Dean: That's holy water you demonic son of a b***h! *black-eyed Sam glares at Sam before Dean flings more water over him. Again. And again Then Sam turns and runs out THROUGH the window. Dean grabs the knife and cuts through the ropes tying Jo to the poll and runs across the room to look out the window.*
Jo: He was possessed? *Dean turns around to look at Jo like, You're kidding, right? Then turns back to the window and jumps out*
DEAN!
