Air Date: 19 Oct 2006

Neil: Okay. We've got booze, we've got chocolate, and, wait for it... tortured emo rock. Guaranteed cure for any broken heart.

Angela: You didn't have to do all this. I'm fine.

Neil: Yeah, I can see that.

She takes his hand in both of hers.

Angela: Thanks, Neil.

Neil: Yeah.

There is a loud pounding at the door. They both look around.

Neil: Look...

Angela: It's probably him.

Neil: I'll take care of it.

He goes to the front door, opens it. Matt is standing there.

Matt: Where is she?

Neil: Let's just chill out and think about this for a second, okay?

Matt: I need to talk to her.

Neil: Some other time.

Matt: You get out of my face, Neil.

Matt shoves Neil and enters; Neil shuts the door behind him. They both go into the kitchen to find Angela gone.

EXT. HIGHWAY - NIGHT

Angela is driving down a dark road, crying. Her cell phone rings, and the display reads "Matt Cell Phone Calling". She picks up.

Angela: Leave. Me. Alone.

Matt (on phone): Angela, I'm sorry.

Angela: You're sorry? (laughs) You're sorry, oh, that's great.

Matt: Angela, listen to me.

Angela: I don't want to listen to you! I'm done listening!

Matt: Listen to me!

Angela: No - I... I love you!

Crying and looking down, she doesn't see a turn in the road. She crashes into the barrier. Close on Angela's face, staring, covered in blood.

END Teaser

TITLE CARD: SUPERNATURAL

EXT. ROAD - DAY

The Impala zooms down a two-lane blacktop. Dean is driving, Sam in the passenger's seat.

Dean: Come on, Sam, I'm begging you. This is stupid.

Sam: Why?

Dean: Going to visit Mom's grave? She doesn't even have a grave, there was no body left after the f*re.

Sam: She has a headstone.

Dean: Yeah, put up by her uncle, a man we've never even met. So you want to go pay your respects to a slab of granite put up by a stranger?

Sam: Dean, that's not the point.

Dean: Well then, enlighten me, Sam.

Sam: It's not about a body, or, or a casket. It's about her memory, okay?

Dean: Hmmm.

Sam: And after Dad it just... just feels like the right thing to do.

Dean: It's irrational is what it is.

Sam: Look, man. No one asked you to come.

Dean: Why don't we swing by the roadhouse instead? I mean, we haven't heard anything about the demon lately, we should be hunting that son of a bitch down.

Sam: That's a good idea, you should. Just drop me off, I'll hitch a ride, and I'll meet you there tomorrow.

Dean: Right. To be... stuck with those people, making awkward small talk until you show up? No thanks.

EXT. GRAVEYARD - DAY

Sam kneels before a headstone, digging in the ground with a folding Kn*fe.

SUBTITLE: CHILDREN SHOULDN'T PLAY WITH d*ad THINGS

Sam pulls a set of dogtags out of his pocket. He sighs.

Sam: I think, um, I think Dad would have wanted you to have these.

(He buries them.)

I love you, Mom.

Nearby, Dean is standing by another gravestone, marked as "Loving Father" He sees a dying tree, and stops, frowning. He walks over to it and notices a perfect circle of d*ad grass surrounding a gravestone. He crouches down, fingering d*ad flowers.

LATER, Dean takes a card from a man in a suit, then walks over to Sam.

Dean: Angela Mason. She was a student at the local college; funeral was three days ago.

Sam: And?

Dean: And? You saw her grave. Everything d*ad around it, in a perfect circle? You don't think that's a little weird?

Sam: Maybe the groundskeeper went a little agro with the pesticide.

Dean: No, I asked him, I asked him. No pesticide, no chemicals. Nobody can explain it.

Sam: Okay, so what are you thinking?

Dean: I dunno. Unholy ground, maybe?

Sam: Un-

Dean: What? If something evil happened there, it could easily poison the ground. Remember the, the farm outside of Cedar Rapids?

Sam: Yeah, b-

Dean: Could be the sign of a demonic presence. Or the, the Angela girl's spirit, if it's powerful enough.

(Sam nods, turning away.)

Well, don't get too excited, you might pull something.

Sam: It's just... stumbling onto a hunt? Here, of all places?

Dean: So?

Sam: So? Are you sure this is about a hunt, and not about something else?

Dean: What else would it be about?

Sam: You know, just forget it.

Dean: You believe what you want, Sam, but I let you drag my ass out here, the least we could do is check this out.

Sam: Yeah. Fine.

Dean: Girl's dad works in town, he's a professor at the school.

INT. SCHOOL BUILDING - DAY

Dean and Sam knock on the door of Dr. Mason's office.

Dean: Dr. Mason?

Dr. Mason: Yes?

Sam: I'm Sam, this is Dean. We were friends of Angela's, we... we wanted to offer our condolences.

Dr. Mason: Please, come in.

They enter; he closes the door behind them. Sitting down, he shows them a photo album. In the corner, Dean is looking through an old book.

Sam: She was beautiful.

Dr. Mason: Yes, she was.

Dean: This is an unusual book.

He shows the cover of the book he's been paging through; it has carvings of greek letters and a triangular symbol.

Dr. Mason: It's ancient Greek; I teach a course.

Dean: So a car accident, that's, that's horrible.

Dr. Mason: Angie was only a mile away from home when, uh,

Dean: It's gotta be hard. Losing someone like that. Sometimes it's like they're still around. Almost like you can still sense their presence.

(Sam looks at him, concerned.)

You ever feel anything like that?

Dr. Mason: I do, as a matter of fact.

Sam: (still looking at Dean)

That's perfectly normal, Dr. Mason. Especially with what you're going through.

Dr. Mason: You know, I still phone her. And the phone's ringing before I remember that, uh... Family's everything, you know? Angie was the most important thing in my life. And now I, I'm just lost without her.

Sam: We're very sorry.

INT. MOTEL ROOM - NIGHT

Dean: I'm telling you, there's something going on here, we just haven't found it yet.

Sam: Dean, so far you've got a patch of d*ad grass and nothing.

Dean: Well, something turned that grave into unholy ground.

Sam: There's no reason for it to be unholy ground. Angela Mason was a nice girl who died in a car crash, that's not exactly vengeful spirit material. You heard her father.

Dean: Yeah, well, maybe Daddy doesn't know everything there is to know about his little angel, huh?

Sam: You know what? We never should have bothered that poor man. We shouldn't even be here anymore.

Dean: So what, Sam? We just bail? Without even figuring out what's going on?

Sam: I think I know what's going on here. It's the only reason I went along with you this far.

Dean: What are you talking about?

Sam: This is about Mom's grave.

Dean: (scoffs)

That's got nothing to do with it.

Sam: You wouldn't step within a hundred yards of it. Look. Maybe you're imagining a hunt where there isn't one so you don't have to think about Mom. Or Dad.

(Dean turns to look at him.)

You wanna take another swing? Go ahead, if it'll make you feel better.

Dean: I don't need this crap.

He grabs his jacket and keys and starts for the door.

Sam: Dean, where are you going?

Dean: I'm going to go get a drink. Alone.

He leaves. Cut to: INT. Matt's HOUSE - NIGHT

Matt is sitting alone in his living room, watching home movies of him and Angela. He's drinking a beer. Close sh*t of a small plant on the side table; it withers. Matt pauses the tape; he sees Angela's reflection in the screen and turns around, startled. He screams, and blood splashes the screen.

END ACT ONE

INT. Angela's HOUSE - DAY

Dean breaks into Angela's home and pokes around. He glimpses a figure in reflection just before she sees him - it's the roommate, Lindsey.

Lindsey: Who the hell are you?

She turns and shuts herself in her bedroom.

Dean: Wait, wait, wait, wait, hold on!

Lindsey: I'm calling 9-1-1!

Dean: I'm Angela's cousin!

Lindsey: What?

Dean: Yeah, her dad sent me over to, uh, pick up her stuff, my name's Alan? Alan Stanwick?

Lindsey: (opening the door)

Her dad didn't say that you were coming.

Dean: Well, I mean,

(holding up a set of keys)

How else would I the key to your place?

INT. LIVING ROOM - DAY

Dean hands the girl a kleenex. She's crying, and Dean looks slightly uncomfortable.

Dean: So. I'm sure you got a view of Angela that none of her family got to see. Tell me, what, what was she like? I mean, what was she really like?

Lindsey: She was great. Just great. I mean, she was so...

Dean: Great.

Lindsey: Yeah.

Dean: Yeah.

(hands her another tissue)

Here you go. You two must have been really close, huh?

Lindsey: We were. But it's not just her, it's Matt.

Dean: Who?

Lindsey: Angela's boyfriend.

Dean: Right, Matt. What about him?

Lindsey: He k*lled himself last night. Cut his own throat. Who does that?

Dean: That's terrible.

Lindsey: He was taking Angela's death pretty hard, and I guess... I mean, he'd been messed up about it for days.

Dean: Messed up how?

Lindsey: He kept saying that he saw her everywhere.

Dean: Well, I'm, I'm sure that's normal, with everything that he was going through.

Lindsey: No, he said that he saw her. As in, an acid trip or something.

Dean: Were Angela and Matt a happy couple? I mean, is there any reason that Angela would be angry with him?

Lindsey: What? No, of course not, why do you ask?

Dean: Just asking. Where did Matt live?

INT. MOTEL ROOM - DAY

Sam is sitting on the edge of the bed, watching television.

TV Announcer: Next, on the Skin channel, Casa Erotica Four. A tale of...

Dean opens the door, and Sam looks around, startled. He shuts off the TV and tosses down the remote.

Sam: Hey.

Dean enters slowly, glancing between the television and Sam.

Sam: What?

Dean: Awkward.

Sam: Where in the hell were you?

Dean: Working my imaginary case.

Sam: Yeah? And?

Dean: Well, you were right, I didn't find much.

(Sam nods, sympathetic)

Yeah. Except Angela's boyfriend died last night. Slit his own throat. But, you know, that's normal. Uh, let's see, what else. Oh, he was seeing Angela everywhere before he died. But you know, I'm sure that's just me transferring my own feelings.

Sam: Okay, I get it. I'm sorry, maybe there is something going on here.

Dean: Maybe? Sam, I know how to do my job, despite what you might think.

Sam: We should check out the guy's apartment.

Dean: I just came from there. Pile of d*ad plants, just like the cemetery. Hell, d*ad goldfish too.

Sam: So, unholy ground?

Dean: Maybe. I'm still not getting that powerful angry spirit vibe from Angela.

(he gets up, crosses the room to pick up a pink book.)

I have been reading this, though.

Sam: You stole the girl's diary?

Dean: Yeah, Sam. And if anything the girl's a little too nice.

Sam: So what do you want to do?

Dean: Keep digging, talk to more of her friends.

Sam: You get any names?

Dean: Are you kidding me? I have her bestest friend in the whole wide world.

EXT. Neil's HOUSE - DAY

Neil: I didn't realize the college employed grief counselors.

Dean: Oh yeah. Yeah, you talk, we listen. Or maybe throw in a little therapeutic collage, whatever jump-starts the healing.

Neil: Well, I think I'm okay. Thanks.

Sam: Well, you heard what happened to Matt Harrison, right?

Neil: Yeah, I did.

Sam: Well, we just wanted to make sure you were okay. Grief can make people do crazy things.

Neil: Look, I'm sorry about what happened to him. I am. But if Matt k*lled himself it wasn't 'cause of grief.

Dean: No? Then why?

Neil: It was guilt. Angie's death was Matt's fault and he knew it.

Sam: How was Matt responsible?

Neil: Well, she really loved that guy. But the night of the accident she walked in on him with another girl. She was really torn up, that's why she crashed the car. Um, look, I gotta get ready for work, so thanks for the concern, but... seriously, I'll be okay.

Dean turns and looks significantly at Sam.

EXT. STREET - DAY

Dean and Sam walk away from the house.

Dean: Well, that vengeful spirit theory's starting to make a little more sense, I mean, hell hath no fury...

Sam: So if Angela got her revenge on Matt, you think it's over?

Dean: Well, there's one way to be sure.

Sam: Yeah? What's that?

They get in the car.

Dean: Burn the bones.

Sam: Burn the bones? Are you high?

(Dean thinks about that.)

Angela died last week!

Dean: So?

Sam: So, there's not gonna be bones. There's gonna be a ripe, rotting body in the coffin.

Dean: Since when are you afraid to get dirty. Huh?

EXT. GRAVEYARD - NIGHT

Dean and Sam dig at Angela's gravesite. Standing on the coffin, Dean clears the rest of the dirt off and turns to Sam.

Dean: Ladies first.

Sam: (handing Dean his flashlight)

Hold that.

Sam opens the coffin, wincing in preparation. It is empty. They look at each other.

INT. Neil's HOUSE - NIGHT

Neil goes down to the basement to find Angela waiting for him. She is pale. She turns and smiles at him.

Angela: I missed you.

She crosses the room and kisses him. He kisses her back.

END ACT TWO

EXT. GRAVEYARD - NIGHT

Dean and Sam are still in the freshly dug grave, staring at Angela's empty coffin.

Dean: They buried the body four days ago.

Sam: I don't get it.

(he sees something carved into the inside of the coffin.)

Look.

Dean: What is that?

Sam: I'm not sure.

Dean: I've seen these kind of symbols before.

EXT. Dr. Mason's OFFICE - DAY

Dean pounds heavily on the door. He's very agitated.

Sam: Dean. Take it easy, okay?

Dr. Mason opens the door.

Dr. Mason: You're Angie's friends, right?

Sam: (gently)

Dr. Mason...

Dean: (harshly)

We need to talk.

Dr. Mason: Come in.

Sam: Thanks.

INT. Dr. Mason's OFFICE - DAY

Dean: You teach Ancient Greek. Tell me, what are these?

He shows Dr. Mason the paper on which he's copied the symbols from the grave.

Dr. Mason: I don't understand. You said this had something to do with Angela.

Dean: It does. Please, just humor me.

Dr. Mason: They're part of an ancient Greek divination ritual.

Dean: Used for necromancy, right?

Dr. Mason: That's right.

Dean: See, before we came over here we stopped by the library and did a little homework ourselves. Apparently they used rituals like this one for communicating with the d*ad. Even bringing corpses back to life. Full-on zombie action.

Dr. Mason: Yes. I mean, according to the legends. Now, what's all this about?

Sam, watching Dr. Mason's face, is having doubts. Dean pushes on.

Dean: I think you know.

Sam: Dean.

Dean: Look, I get it. Okay? There are people that I would give anything to see again. But what gives you the right?

Sam: Dean!

Dr. Mason: What are you talking about?

Dean: What's d*ad should stay d*ad!

Sam: Stop it!

Dean: What you brought back isn't even your daughter anymore. These things are vicious, they're violent, they're so nasty they rot the ground around them. I mean, come on, haven't you seen Pet Cemetery?

Dr. Mason: You're insane.

Dean: Where is she?

Dr. Mason: Get out of my house.

He starts dialing the phone; Dean knocks it out of his hand.

Dean: I know you're hiding her somewhere. Where is she?!

Sam: Dean! Stop, that's enough! Dean, look!

(He grabs Dean's jacket, points to a row of plants by the window.)

Beautiful, living plants.

(to Dr. Mason)

We're leaving.

Dr. Mason: I'm calling the police.

Dean pulls out of Sam's grip and storms for the door.

Sam: Sir, we're sorry. We won't bother you again.

(They leave)

EXT. SIDEWALK - DAY

Dean strides down the steps and along the sidewalk, Sam following.

Sam: What the hell is the matter with you, Dean?

Dean: Back off.

Sam: That man is innocent! He didn't deserve that!

Dean: Okay, so she's not here, maybe he's keeping her somewhere else.

Sam: Stop it! That's enough, okay? Enough!

Dean: Sam, I know what I'm doing.

Sam: No, you don't. At all. Dean, I don't scare easy, but man, you're scaring the crap out of me.

Dean: Don't be overdramatic, Sam.

Sam: You're lucky this turned out to be a real case. Because if it wasn't you would have just found something else to k*ll.

Dean: Wha-

Sam: You're on edge, you're erratic - except for when you're hunting, because then you're downright scary. You're tailspinning, man. And you refuse to talk about it and you won't let me help you.

Dean: I can take care of myself, thanks.

Sam: No, you can't. And you know what? You're the only one who thinks you should have to. You don't have to handle this on your own, Dean, no one can.

Dean: (overlap)

Sam, if you bring up Dad's death one more time I swear...

Sam: (overlap)

Stop. Please, Dean, it's k*lling you. Please. We've already lost Dad. We've lost Mom. I've lost Jessica. And now I'm going to lose you too?

Dean: We better get out of here before the cops come.

(Sam frowns at him.)

I hear you. Okay? Yeah, I'm being an ass. I'm sorry. But right now we've got a friggin' zombie running around, and we need to figure out how to k*ll it.

(Sam laughs.)

Right?

Sam: Our lives are weird, man.

Dean: You're telling me? Come on.

INT. Neil's HOUSE - NIGHT

d*ad!Angela is sitting on Neil's couch, Neil is standing nearby.

Angela: Honey, is something bothering you?

Neil: It's about Matt.

Angela: Haven't we already talked about that?

Neil: I know, but uh...

Angela: Haven't we wasted enough time on him already? Come sit down.

(he does)

You always said that he didn't deserve me. You were right.

Neil: Angela, you didn't get out, and go see Matt, or...

Angela: I've been here the whole time. Neil. You really think I could do something like that?

Neil: No. I don't know. I can't help it, you just, you seem -

Angela: Different? Right. I am. I've realized you're the only one who ever really loved me. You proved it. You brought me back. I'm with you now. Isn't that what you always wanted?

INT. MOTEL ROOM - NIGHT

Dean is pacing, Sam sitting on the bed with John's journal.

Dean: We can't just waste it with a head sh*t?

Sam: Dude. You've been watching way too many Romero flicks.

Dean: You're telling me there's no lore on how to smoke 'em.

He goes to sit at the table by the window.

Sam: No, Dean, I'm telling you there's too much. I mean, there's a hundred different legends on the walking d*ad, but they all have different methods for k*lling them.

(He joins Dean at the table)

Some say setting them on f*re, uh, one said, where is it? Right here. Feeding their hearts to wild dogs. That's my personal favorite. I mean, who knows what's real and what's myth?

Dean: Is there anything they all have in common?

Sam: No. But a few said silver might work.

Dean: Silver's a start.

Sam: Yeah. But now how are we going to find Angela?

Dean: We've got to figure out the person who brought her back.

Sam: Any ideas?

Dean: I think if it's not her dad it might be that guy Neil.

Sam: Neil?

Dean: Yep.

Dean stands and crosses the room to pick up the pink diary.

Sam: How'd you come up with that?

Dean: Well, you've got your journal, I've got mine.

(reading)

"Neil's a real shoulder to cry on, he so understands what I'm going through with Matt." There's more in here where that came from, it's got Unrequited Ducky Love written all over it.

Sam: Yeah, but that doesn't mean he brought her back from the d*ad.

Dean: Hmm. Did I mention he's Professor Mason's TA? Has access to all the Same books.

INT. Neil's HOUSE - NIGHT

Dean and Sam break in; the house is dark and quiet.

Dean: Hello? Neil?! It's your grief counselors, we've come to hug.

He pulls out a g*n, Sam looks at it.

Sam: Silver b*ll*ts?

Dean: Yeah, enough to make her rattle like a change purse.

They start stalking through the house, Dean in the lead with the g*n out. They see wilted plants by a window. They find the entrance to the basement. Dean nods at it.

Dean: Unless it's where he keeps his p*rn...

Sam opens the door and Dean leads the way down the stairs to the room we saw earlier. It is empty.

Dean: Sure looks like a zombie's den to me.

Sam: Yeah. An empty one. You think Angela's going after somebody?

Dean finds a loose grate and pulls it aside - it leads out, somewhere.

Dean: Nah, I think she went out to rent Beaches.

Sam: Look, smartass, she might k*ll someone. We gotta find her, Dean.

Dean: Yeah. All right, she, uh, she clipped Matt because he was cheating, right?

Sam: Yeah.

Dean: Well, it takes two to, you know, have hardcore sex.

(Sam tilts his head at him.)

I don't know, it just seemed that, uh, Angela's roommate was broken up over Matt's death. I mean, like, really broken up.

INT. Angela's HOUSE - NIGHT

Lindsey is sitting in the dim house looking at a framed picture of Matt and Angela. She hears a noise, gets up and goes to the front door.

Lindsey: Hello?

She opens the door, sees nothing. She turns, and Angela is there. Angela grabs her by the hair; Lindsey screams.

Angela: Hi honey, I'm home!

END ACT THREE

INT. Angela's HOUSE - NIGHT

Lindsey breaks away from Angela, screaming. She runs into the kitchen; following, Angela picks up a pair of scissors from the counter.

Angela: You know what you did!

Lindsey: I'm sorry. I am so sorry!

Angela: You're not sorry enough!

Angela s*ab with the scissors; Lindsey ducks. Angela att*cks again and Lindsey goes down to the floor. As Angela advances, Lindsey kicks out, knocking Angela forward onto the scissors. She goes still. Lindsey gets up, cautiously shoves Angela's body over. The scissors are sticking out of her chest.

Lindsey: God. Oh my god. Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god...

Angela's eyes open; she grabs Lindsey by the hair and pulls the scissors out. As she pulls them both to standing, readying the scissors to s*ab Lindsey, several sh*ts are fired and Angela convulses. Pan around to reveal Dean and Sam, just entering; Dean fires the g*n again, right in Angela's chest. She screams and bolts out the window; Dean follows. Sam runs to Lindsey.

Sam: Gotcha. I gotcha.

Dean comes back through the window.

Dean: Damn, that d*ad chick can run.

Sam: What now?

Dean: I say we go have a little chat with Neil.

EXT. HIGHWAY - NIGHT

Dean is driving the Impala, Sam in the passenger's seat with the Journal open.

Sam: So the silver b*ll*ts, they did something, right?

Dean: Yeah, something, but not enough. What else you got?

Sam: Um, okay, besides silver we have nailing the undead back into their gravebeds. It's mentioned a few times. It's probably where the whole vampire staking lore comes from.

Dean: Their gravebeds?

Sam: Yeah.

Dean: Are you serious? And how the hell are we going to get Angela back to the cemetery?

INT. Neil's OFFICE - NIGHT

Neil is sitting in the dark, nervous. Dean and Sam enter.

Neil: What are you guys doing here?

Dean: You know, I've heard of people doing some pretty desperate things to get laid, but you - you take the cake.

Neil: Okay. Who are you guys?

Dean: You might want to ask Angela that question.

Neil: What?

Sam: We know what you did. The ritual? Everything.

Neil: You're crazy.

Dean: Your girlfriend's past her expiration date and we're crazy? When someone's gone they should stay gone. You don't mess with that kind of stuff.

Sam: Angela k*lled Matt. She tried to k*ll Lindsey.

Neil: I don't know what you're talking about.

Dean stomps over to the other side of the desk and hauls Neil up by the collar.

Dean: Hey! No more crap, Neil. This blood is on your hands. Now. Me and him can make this right, but you've gotta tell us where she is. Tell us!

Neil: My house. She's at my house.

Dean lets him go, then sees several potted plants by the window. They're d*ad. He looks at Neil.

Dean: You sure about that?

Neil nods, looking around nervously. Dean looks past him to see a closet. He raises his voice slightly.

Dean: Listen. It doesn't really matter where she is. There's only one way to stop her. We've got to perform another ritual over her grave, to reverse the one that you did. We're going to need some black root, some, some scar weed, some candles... It's very complicated, but it'll get the job done. She'll be d*ad again in a couple hours. I think you should come with us.

(Significantly)

I'm serious, Neil. Leave with us. Right now.

Neil: No. No.

Dean leans in, lowering his voice again.

Dean: Listen to me. Get out of here as soon as you can. But most of all, be cool. No sudden movements. Don't make her mad.

(to Sam)

Let's go.

Swallowing hard, Neil goes to the closet and opens it. Angela is there.

Neil: You said you'd stay in the house.

Angela: Sorry. I just needed to see you. Neil, please. You have to help me.

She lowers her arms to show the s*ab and b*llet wounds. He cringes.

Neil: Oh, god.

Angela: Come with me to the cemetery. Neil, they're trying to k*ll me. We have to stop them.

Neil: You mean k*ll them.

(She nods.)

It's true. Matt and Lindsey.

Angela: They hurt me! If you love me you'll make sure nobody hurts me again. Take me to the cemetery. And then all this will be over. We can start new lives, together.

Neil: (nodding)

Okay. God help me, but okay. I'll go get the car. Just, just wait here.

He leaves. He makes it down to: EXT. PARKING LOT - NIGHT

At his car, Neil is panting . He drops the keys when he tries to open the car; as he stands, Angela is there.

Angela: Neil, you look nervous.

Neil: No, I'm, I'm fine.

Angela: Were you going to leave me?

Neil: No, of course not.

Angela: You were, weren't you?! How could you? Neil, I loved you!

Neil: Angela -

She grabs his head and wrenches it; with a crunch, his neck breaks and he falls to the ground d*ad.

EXT. GRAVEYARD - NIGHT

Around Angela's grave, Dean and Sam are lighting candles.

Sam: You really think this is going to work?

Dean: No, not really. But it was the only thing I could come up with.

They hear a noise, nod to each other. Sam stands and pulls a g*n from the small of his back. He stalks in the direction of the sound. Some distance away, he freezes, hearing something behind him. He turns, and points the g*n at Angela.

Angela: Wait! It's not what you think. I didn't ask to be brought back. But it's still me. I'm still a person. Please.

Sam fires the g*n, hitting her square in the forehead. She screams, her head snapping back. Then he bolts back towards the grave. She tackles him, and he lands hard on the ground; she twists his head back. Dean fires at her, startling her back to standing. He sh**t her several more times until she falls straight back into the open grave, landing in the empty coffin. Dean grabs a long metal stake (sword?) and runs to the grave, sliding the last length on his knees and diving into the coffin. He buries the stake in her chest, pinning her in. She screams, then goes limp. Dean pulls back, panting.

Dean: What's d*ad should stay d*ad.

END ACT FOUR

EXT. GRAVEYARD - MORNING

Dean and Sam pat down the dirt over the grave.

Sam: Rest in peace.

Dean: Yeah. For good this time, okay?

They turn away, heading for the car. Sam grunts as he lifts the shovel over one shoulder.

Sam: You know, that whole fake ritual thing, luring Angela into the cemetery? Pretty sharp.

Dean: Thanks.

Sam: But did we have to use me as bait?

Dean: I figured you were more her type. You know, she had pretty crappy taste in guys.

Sam: I think she broke my hand.

Dean: (laughing)

You're just too fragile. We'll get it looked at later.

He turns back to Mary's grave, pausing.

Sam: You want to stay for a while?

Dean: No.

They drop their things in the trunk of the car and get in, Dean in the driver's side. They pull out of town to: EXT. HIGHWAY - DAY

Driving along, Dean is scowling. Sam looks at him, concerned. Dean pulls the car across the road to stop in the opposite shoulder. He gets out and sits on the hood. Sam follows.

Sam: Dean, what is it?

Dean: I'm sorry.

Sam: You - for what?

Dean: The way I've been acting.

(Sam crosses to sit on the hood, close but not touching.)

And for Dad. He was your dad too. And it's my fault he's gone.

Sam: What are you talking about?

Dean: I know you've been thinking it - so have I. Doesn't take a genius to figure it out. Back at the hospital, I made a full recovery. It was a miracle. And five minutes later Dad's d*ad and the Colt's gone.

Sam: Dean.

Dean: You can't tell me there's not a connection there. I don't know how the demon was involved; I don't know how the whole thing went down exactly. But Dad's d*ad because of me. And that much I do know.

Sam: We don't know that. Not for sure.

Dean: Sam.

(He starts crying)

You and Dad... you're the most important people in my life. And now... I never should have come back, Sam. It wasn't natural. And now look what's come of it. I was d*ad. And I should have stayed d*ad. You wanted to know how I was feeling. Well, that's it.

(Sam nods.)

So tell me. What could you possibly say to make that all right?

Pan out to reveal the two of them, still not quite touching, leaning against the hood of the car on the side of a mountain road.

END EPISODE

transcript by gelasius 10/20/06
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