Air Date: 4 March 2011

Teaser

EXT. GAS STATION

(a trucker, Rick fills up his truck at the gas pump. Eve approaches him)

Rick: Whoa.

Eve: I'm sorry. Did I scare you?

Rick: (camera pans down to show Eve's bare feet) You okay? You look a little -

Eve: Well, I could use a ride.

Rick: Okay. 

INT. Rick's TRUCK

Rick: So, what's your name, sweetheart?

Eve: Eve.

Rick: Eve. I'm Rick. So, how far you going, Eve?

Eve: However far you want. (Eve leans over and kisses Rick, who pulls back)

Rick: Whoa, whoa. Eve. Look, you're very pretty, but this is not what's right for you. Trust me.

Eve: Then what's right for me?

Rick: (Rick hands her a 'Jesus Loves You' pamphlet) This emptiness you feel inside --it's really a hunger for him.

Eve: You do know that Jesus was just a man.

Rick: Sure, but he was also the son of God, sent here because he loves us.

Eve: God doesn't care about you.

Rick: Sure he does.

Eve: Your father made you and then abandoned you, so you pray. You see signs

where there's nothing. But truth is, your apocalypse came and went, and you didn't even notice. A mother would never abandon her children like he did. You'll see.

Rick: See what?

Eve: Can I tell you a secret? (Rick nods and Eve leans over and latches onto Rick's ear)

Rick: Aah! Aah!

INT. Rick's HOUSE

(Rick approaches his sleeping wife and beats her to death with a hammer)

Rick's Wife: Aah!

INT. Bobby's LIVING ROOM

Bobby: I've been getting blasts from hunters all week. (pointing at a map) Nest of vamps. Werewolf dance party. Shifters, six of them. Two hunters died taking them out. Ghouls, ghouls. Ghoul-wraith smorgasbord. 

Dean: Is it just me, or is that a straight kick-line down I-80?

Bobby: Exactly.

Dean: Looks to me like it's a Sherman march monster mash.

Sam: Yeah, but where are they marching to?

(Bobby circles another point on the map)

Sam: What is it?

Bobby: Guy bashes in his family's heads.

INT. Police STATION - INTERROGATION ROOM

Rick: It's like I told the cops. I blacked out.

Sam: Well, just tell us what you do remember.

Rick: Driving my regular route, and then I-I woke up in my truck at work.

Sam: And where's work?

Rick: Starlight Cannery. I-I didn't remember how I got there...So I called home. When no one picked up. I-I went there, and I found...

Bobby: Anything unusual before you blacked out? Sights, smells, anything off the routine?

Rick: No. Basic night. I was giving some kid from the truck stop a ride. She took off. I-I think she took off.

Dean: Anything else?

Rick: I swear --I didn't mean to do it. I-I loved them.

INT. Police STATION

(Sam is typing rapidly on a computer keyboard)

Dean: So, demon possession or ghosts? I thought this was a monster thing.

Sam: All right, here we go. (they view security camera footage of the night the trucker picked up the hitchhiker) Truck stop, night of the m*rder.

Dean: That's him. (In the video, Eve approaches) Hmm. Hello. (Sam pauses the camera while Eve is facing it and her face is grotesque) Freakish nightmare. What the hell is that? 

Sam: Bobby?

Bobby: I've never seen that in my life. All those vamps and ghouls out on I-80 -- maybe they're coming in for Mother's Day.

Dean: Um...Okay, well, if that is big mama -- whatever she is, we got zero on ganking her. So what are we gonna do if we run into her? Throw salt and hope?

Bobby: No, we're gonna turn tail and run, because we're in over our heads.

Dean: I mean, we better get some real info on this bitch before we do run into her.

Police Officer: Hey, let's go.

Bobby: What's the ruckus?

Police Officer: A guy just went postal down at the Cannery.

Bobby: Okay, I'll go. You finish here.

EXT. DOCKS

Bobby: FBI. Willis. How many in there?

Police Officer: Six d*ad.

Bobby: What happened?

Police Officer: Apparently, a guy walks in, pulls a hunting r*fle, just opens f*re. Captain! This is Agent --

Police Captain: What? There a fed convention in town or something?

Bobby: I beg your pardon.

Rufus: Agent Willis? Am I right?

Bobby: Agent. I wasn't expecting you...yet.

Rufus: Well, apparently, you didn't get the call. (to the officers)Gentlemen, can you excuse us?

Bobby: What in the high holy are you doing here, Rufus?

Rufus: Same as you --tracking 31 flavours of crazy, which led us both smack into the middle of this.

Bobby: Right. Huh. Can we talk to the perp?

Rufus: Well, we can give it a sh*t. I don't know if he's gonna talk back to us, though. Cops put eight b*ll*ts in him. So...

Bobby: So what?

Rufus: So are we partnering on this or not? Come on, man. It's not rocket surgery. We're here. Let's do this. Just like old times.

Bobby: Long as I get to drive.

Rufus: (laughing)Hell no.

INT. AUTOPSY ROOM

(Rufus and Bobby examine the corpse of the sh**t)

Rufus: So, do you think the mother of whatever the hell is wrapped up in this, Bobby?

Bobby: Looks like.

Rufus: These are just guys going berserk, Bobby. How is that a monster thing?

Bobby: I don't know. That's why we're hacking him open. Hand me one of those swab things over there.

(Rufus hands Bobby a swab and Bobby checks the ear of the body, the swab comes out covered in blue grey goo)

Rufus: What have you got? That ecto? (Rufus takes the swab) That's not ecto. (Rufus sniffs the swab) What the hell is that?

Bobby: It's something new.

Rufus: New? No such thing as new, Bobby.

Bobby: Well, it's something. Those guys who snapped, one thing they had in common -- they both worked at that Cannery joint.

EXT. CANNERY

Rufus: I don't even know why you have a driver's licence.

Dean: Well, look what the cat dragged in.

Sam: It really is good to see you, Rufus.

Rufus: I can believe it. It must get old dealing with this miserable cuss here all by yourself.

Sam: Is it that obvious?

Bobby: Why don't you three get a room?

Dean: All right, we all pack a snack?

Sam: Yeah.

Dean: Let's see what we can see.

INT. CANNERY

(a door opens and Gwen steps out)

Dean: Gwen?

Gwen: Dean.

(Samuel appears behind her, Dean walks toward Samuel, raising his g*n)

Dean: Welcome to next time.

Sam: (lowers Dean's arm) No, no, no, no! Hold on!

Dean:  I said I'd k*ll him!

Sam: Look, just a second.

Rufus: I take it you know each other.

Dean: He's our grandfather.

Rufus: Oh. Somebody needs a hug.

Bobby: Why are you here?

Samuel: We're working. You?

Dean: None of your damn business!

Bobby: Sam, take Dean for a walk.

Dean: You got to be kidding me.

Sam: Look, Dean, it's fine.

Dean: How?

(Sam walks Dean out of the room)

Dean: What is wrong with you?

Sam: Look, maybe he knows something.

Dean: You don't remember what he did. I do.

Sam: I know. I'm not saying don't. I'm saying not yet.

(Sam re-enters the room, Dean waits just outside)

Bobby: So...you're Samuel.

Samuel: You must be the guy pretending to be their father.

Bobby: Well, somebody ought to.

Samuel: Sam. You're looking well.

Sam: Save the small talk, all right?

Samuel: You seem different.

Sam: I got my soul back. No thanks to you, I hear.

Samuel: You hear? You don't remember.

Sam: I remember enough.

Rufus: I, uh, really hate to break up this little circle of love, but why don't we talk shop, huh? How about you tell us what it is you're hunting?

Samuel: A creature from Purgatory. She calls herself Eve.

Sam: Eve?

Samuel: Yep. They call her mother. She was here about 10,000 years ago. Every freak that walks the face of the earth can be traced back to her. And she's back.

Bobby: How the hell do you know all that?

Samuel: You don't know half the things that I know, kid. Hell, until recently, you didn't even know about us.

Bobby: I now know that you'd throw your own kin to hungry ghouls. I think I know enough.

Gwen: You what?

Samuel: Dean lied to the man.

Bobby: How about you ask Dean?

Gwen: Good idea. (Gwen exits the room and approaches Dean) Dean. Is it true?

Dean: What?

Gwen: Did Samuel really try to --

Dean: k*ll me? Yes. He didn't even blink. That's the guy you're rolling with.

Gwen: He didn't tell me anything about that. I didn't know.

Dean: I know. Honestly, there's something I need to tell you.

Gwen: What?

(Dean pulls out his g*n and sh**t Gwen in the heart)

(The others run out of the room at the sound of the g*n. Sam checks for Gwen's pulse, and then gets back up to look for Dean.)

Rufus: See if you can plug that hole up, Bobby.

(Rufus tries CPR chest compressions on Gwen, while Sam searches for Dean)

Rufus: Come on, girl! Come on! Come on! Come on!

Bobby: She's gone.

Rufus: Ah, damn it.

Bobby: I'm sorry...If you care.

Samuel: Screw you. I care.

Sam: Is she, uh...

Rufus: Where's Dean?

Sam: I couldn't find him. Whatever got into those guys must have got into Dean.

Bobby: Rufus, help Samuel move her somewhere. Sam and I will lock down here. We're gonna want to find Dean before he finds us.

Sam: We're gonna find him alive, Samuel, or I'm gonna put a b*llet into your head.

(Sam and Bobby walk through the Cannery, locking doors. All four men search, Sam dials Dean's cell-phone and then hears it ring. Rufus spots Dean.)

Rufus: Dean, put that damn thing down. (Samuel runs over aiming his g*n at Dean, Dean points his g*n at Samuel) Dean, put it down.

Dean: You're the least of my worries right now, Rufus.

Sam: Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

Bobby: Okay, both of you.

Rufus: Both of us, my ass.

Dean: I'm not in the mood. I just had a 12-inch...Herpe crawl out of my ear.

Sam: What?

Dean: You heard me. I just woke up on the ground, just in time to see this -- this...worm thing sliding out of my freaking ear and into that vent. So you tell me what the hell's going on!

Samuel: You k*lled Gwen. That's what's going on.

Dean: We were just talking out in the hallway. That's the last thing I remember. That thing must have jumped me.

Bobby: So, we're talking about, like, a monster that gets in you?

Dean: It's like a Khan worm on steroids.

Sam: You mean like a parasite, something that took over your body.

Dean: Worm crawls in you, worm crawls out.

Rufus: Monster possession? That's novel.

Samuel: Or that thing's still in you, and we can't trust a word that you're saying.

Dean: It's not!

Bobby: Check your ear.

Dean: What do you mean, check my ear? Check my ear for what? ( Rufus sticks his finger in Dean's ear) Hey! What? Why don't you buy me a drink first?

Rufus: Second date. Oh, yeah, we're goo positive.

Dean: What does that mean? What does that mean?

Rufus: That means it was in you, all right.

Samuel: Or it still is.

Dean: It's not in me!

Bobby: Okay. Everybody, give up your g*n.

Samuel: What?

Rufus: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, think about this for a second, Bobby.

Bobby: I'm thinking we don't know who is and who ain't got the damn Khan worm up inside his melon.

Dean: It's not in me!

Bobby: I didn't say it was. Point is we don't know who it is. It could be any one of us. So the best we can do...is to make it that much harder for that thing to blow our fool heads off. (Bobby holds open a sack and puts his g*n inside.  Dean, Sam and Rufus follow)

Rufus: Are you waiting for a handwritten invite, Campbell? (Samuel reluctantly gives up his g*n)

(they go back into the room and lock their w*apon in a locker)

Bobby: Okay. We need some time to breathe, make a plan.

Samuel: A plan? Based on?

Bobby: I'm gonna make a few phone calls, see if anybody ever heard of anything like this.

Rufus: Hmm. Ditto. Got a few trees I can shake.

Bobby: (on the phone) Oh, balls, Allard. No, I told you that.

Rufus: (flips his phone closed) Damn it.

(Samuel gets up. Sam blocks his path)

Samuel: Relax. Bathroom break. So unless you want to hold it for me...

(Samuel leaves the room. Dean and Sam follow him)

Bobby: (flips his phone shut) Well, I got a dump truck full of bubkes.

Rufus: Nothing here, either. You call Willie?

Bobby: Of course. You think I'm an idjit?

Rufus: How about Raj?

Bobby: Wouldn't talk to me.

Rufus: Yeah, me neither.

Bobby: Okay, plan "B." Let's just go and grab the thing.

Rufus: And then what, exactly?

Bobby: Well, we sit on our thumbs, or we go in g*n blazing.

Rufus: Like Omaha?

Bobby: You know what? Screw you for bringing up Omaha. That's just low.

(Samuel comes around a row of lockers and finds Dean and Sam waiting for him)

Samuel: What?

Dean: Nothing. I'm just wondering how you sleep at night.

Samuel: Like a baby. Thanks for asking.

Dean: You fed us to Crowley.

Samuel: True, but what am I gonna do about it now? Do I blame you for wanting to k*ll me? Of course not, Dean. What I did was...but I'm not apologizing. I did what I did. I don't cry over spilled blood.

Sam: So you really can just go on, like...

Samuel: Just because you're Dr. Jekyll at the moment doesn't mean you can get all high and mighty. Don't forget, we spent a year together.

Sam: Yeah, we did. We're blood. And you still sold me out.

Samuel: Trust me, what I did pales in comparison to what you did, and on more than one occasion.

Sam: All right, tell me what I did.

Dean: No. Sam, come on. (Dean goes to stand between Sam and Samuel)

Dean: The only reason you're alive right now is because we're working a job. The minute we k*ll this thing...you're next.

Samuel: Okay, then. We'll just see. (Dean sees goo coming from Samuel's ear, Samuel pulls his g*n, Dean grabs his arm and angles it up. Samuel fires but the sh*t misses. He shoves Sam and Dean against the lockers and runs)

Bobby: I heard a sh*t.

Dean: Samuel!

Rufus: I'm gonna be needing my g*n back now, Bobby.

Bobby: You think?

Rufus: Yeah.

(Bobby breaks the lock on the locker holding their w*apon)

Rufus: Hey, don't feel bad. You know, it was a good plan, except for the part where a monster would definitely, definitely not give up all his w*apon.

Bobby: Shut up.

( Dean and Sam enter the room)

Dean: We lost him.

Sam: So, what's the plan?

Dean: We stick together. We got to keep track of this thing, who it's in.

(They search the cannery. Suddenly Sam grabs Dean and pulls him back. Dean, Bobby and Rufus point their g*n at Sam)

Sam: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. Hold on. Look. ( Sam shines his flashlight down revealing a wire line)

Dean: Booby trap.

Bobby: I'll be damned.

(They step over the trap carefully and continue. Suddenly a door slides closed behind Sam and he is cut off from the rest of the group)

Dean: Hey! Hey! 

Sam: Whoa! Dean!

Dean: Sam! Damn it. Son of a bitch.

Sam: Dean?

Dean: Sam!

Sam: I'm gonna go around, okay?

Dean: All right. Watch yourself.

Sam: Yeah.

Dean: Come on.

Sam: (spots Samuel and aims his g*n at him) Don't move.

Samuel: Sam.

Sam: Put your g*n down.

Samuel: What you gonna do, son? You're not gonna sh**t me. You got your soul back. You gonna sh**t your own family?

Sam: Yeah, I wouldn't go with the family thing. Try again.

Samuel: Mary's still my daughter. (steps closer)

Sam: I said don't move.

Samuel: You're still named after me. (steps closer)

Sam: I said don't move!

Samuel: Appears to be our moment, Sam. You still want to know about your summer vacation? I'll tell you all about it. You're dying to know, huh?

Sam: Yeah, I am.

Samuel: Well, then, let's just put these down and talk. (steps closer)

Sam: Stop.

Samuel: It's all right, Sam. (steps closer)

(Sam sh**t Samuel in the head)

Dean: Sam! Sam.

Bobby: Oh, thank God. (Notices Samual's d*ad body) Drop the g*n, Sam.

(Sam puts his g*n down)

Sam: It's me.

Rufus: Okay. That's great, Sam. Just got to cuff you, uh, till we can be sure, okay? You understand, right?

Sam: It's in him. (Sam gestures at Samuel)

Bobby: Are you sure?

Sam: Yeah. Yeah, I think.

Rufus: You see anything come out of him...after he dropped?

(they take Samuel back into the room and swab his ears)

Dean: Tell me you got something.

Bobby: Nothing.

Sam: What? So -- so you mean he wasn't a monster when I ganked him?

Rufus: One way to find out. Bobby, you got a cranial saw in the car?

Bobby: Of course.

Dean: You're not going alone.

Rufus: Oh, no, he won't. He won't. We will both go grab some tools and see about getting some power in this place. And I want you and you to -- okay, I want you and you to watch him and him and -- all right, if anything crawls out of anybody, somebody step on it.

Sam: Yeah, don't worry. I'll watch Samuel. Dean will watch me.

Rufus: Yeah, right.

(Rufus and Bobby exit the room)

Dean: You did the right thing, you know.

Sam: You mean you think I did, if it's in him and I'm me. This thing's playing three-card monte with us.

Dean: Well, I'm just gonna assume you're you.

Sam: You want to take this off, then? (Sam motions with his bound wrists)

Dean: Not till we get that sucker out of his walnut.

Sam: I don't know. I mean, I barely remember him, and what I do remember --

it's not good. And what he did to us...But...

Dean: There's a "but"?

Sam: I mean, I just can't help but think...What would mom say?

Dean: You know what I think mom would say? She'd say just 'cause you're blood doesn't make you family. You got to earn that.

(the lights come on and Rufus and Bobby enter)

Rufus: Well...All right. Let's play operation.

Bobby: You boys want to take a breather?

Dean: We're good.

Bobby: We're about to crack open your grandpa's grapefruit. Take a breather.

(Dean and Sam exit)

Rufus: (looking at the frayed cable of the cranial saw) What is this? Have you been dumpster-diving again?

Bobby: What? It still works.

Rufus: Yeah, right. Hope so. 

Bobby: Listen, Rufus, I've been thinking.

Rufus: Yeah, well wonders never cease. (Rufus plugs in the saw)

Bobby: Yeah, s-shut up a minute. I'm trying to say something. It was my fault - Omaha.

Rufus: No. No, it wasn't.

Bobby: No, I should - I should have listened to you.

Rufus: Well, hey, that's categorical, Bobby.

Bobby: I - l-let me just get this out.

Rufus: Bobby, we've had this conversation already, okay?

Bobby: No, we haven't. I never said I'm sorry, Rufus. I - you lost her because of me, and I -

Rufus: Bobby, I said we've had this conversation already. And you could blabber all day...And it wouldn't change a thing, Bobby. I will never forgive you for what happened. You got that? Never. So change the subject, Bob.

(they begin sawing Samuel's head, and his eyes open! He fights Rufus and Bobby and throws them both off of him. He breaks off a table leg and shoves it through the door handles )

Sam: Dean.

Rufus: Jesus.

(Dean frees Sam's hands. Bobby throws Samuel against the frayed cable and Samuel is electrocuted. The Kahn worm leaves Samuel. Dean and Sam kick the door open)

Sam: Bobby, you okay?

Dean: Rufus. Rufus. Rufus. Hey, you all right? Wake up.

Sam: Hey, hey, hey, hey. It's all right. I got you. Come on. (he helps Bobby up)

Dean: Come on. (he helps Rufus up)

Rufus: This can't be my afterlife 'cause the three of you are here. What happened?

Sam: Well, when we left, he was d*ad on the table.

Bobby: Yeah, till he wasn't.

Rufus: So how did he get double d*ad?

Dean: Bobby threw him against that. I guess it was a live wire. It shorted, and he went ape. Then that thing crawled out of his ear.

Bobby: At least we know what tickles it. Electricity.

Sam: Yeah. Now the question is, where'd it go? You see?

Dean: No.

Sam: You two were down for the count.

Dean: Yeah. Well, either it bailed or it's in either one of you.

Rufus: Or, it's in one of you.

Dean: No, we were awake.

Rufus: Did you have eyes on each other?

Dean: Yes.

Rufus: 100% of the time?

Dean: Define 100.

Rufus: Like I said.

Sam: All right, how about, uh, check for goo, right?

(all four stick their fingers in their ears)

Sam: Nothing.

Bobby: It might just be gone.

Dean: No. It might have wised up and covered its trail.

Sam: All right, let's settle this...100%.

Dean: How? (Sam strips the cable, Dean plugs it in) You're live.

Sam: Okay. All right. (Sam holds the cable against Samuel) Yeah.

Rufus: Okay. I'm not a Doctor, but I'm gonna go ahead and call this one.

Sam: Yeah. All right,who wants to go first?

Dean: Come on. (removes his jacket)

Sam: You sure?

Dean: Hurry up before I start thinking -- (Sam holds the cable against Dean's arm) Son of a...Whew. Awesome. Here, you want me to --

(Sam holds the cable against his own arm) 

Dean: (gesturing for Sam to hand him the cable) Let's go.

Sam: Yep.

Rufus: Uh, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Uh, no, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

Dean: No passes, Rufus. Come on.

Rufus: I got a damn pacemaker.

Dean: Well, you better hope it's a good one.

Bobby: Since when do you got a pacemaker?

Rufus: Since Bush Jr., term one. I'm down three toes, too, F.Y.I. All right, come on. Just make it quick.

Rufus: (as Dean holds the cable against his arm) God! God! Damn it! Damn it!

Dean:  You okay?

Rufus: No, I'm not okay. Give me that. (he grabs the cable from Dean)

Bobby: Okay. All right, my turn. Well, it ain't inside me, so go right ahead.

Rufus: All right, then just stand still, Bobby.

Bobby: Okay, sure.

Rufus: I'll make this quick.

Bobby: No problem.

Rufus: All right? Let's do this.

Bobby: Okay, uh, just a second, Rufus.

Rufus: Just a second nothing, whatever you are.

Bobby: I'm Bobby.

Rufus: Bobby, my ass.

(Bobby s*ab Rufus in the chest)

Sam: Bobby! (Rufus falls and Sam lowers him to the ground) Rufus.

INT. CANNERY

(Sam and Dean stand on either side of Bobby)

Sam: Bobby, there are two of us and one of you.

(Sam catches a hold of Bobby and Dean punches him, knocking him unconscious. Bobby wakes tied to a chair with duct tape)

Dean: Well, hey, there, you little herpe. (Dean holds the cable against Bobby's neck)

Sam: Why do you keep talking about herpes?

Dean: What? I don't. Shut up. Shut up. (to Bobby) Now, don't you even think about shagging ass out of here, 'cause we got every crack in this room sealed. So get comfy.

Bobby: I am comfy. It's nice in here. And you love this guy, don'tcha?

You really want to k*ll me and take him with me? Haven't you lost enough pals today?

Dean: We'll do what we have to do. And we got some questions for you, so you can either play ball, or we could fry up a little shrimp on the barbie.

Bobby: Ask. Been waiting for you to ask.

Dean: What the hell's that supposed to mean?

Bobby: It means I got nothing to hide.

Sam: What are you?

Bobby: You haven't got a name for me yet. I'm new around here. Eve cooked me up herself. (Dean holds the cable to Bobby's neck again)

Dean: Who is she, this Eve bitch?

Bobby: The mother of all of us, and the end of all of you. By the time she's done, there'll be more creatures than humans. You'll live in pens. We'll serve up your young and call it veal.

Sam: And what's your deal in all of this? I mean, how's jumping a few truckers gonna help?

Bobby: You think I'm here to mess with a couple of Cannery workers? We led you here.

Sam: Why?

Bobby: She has a message for you.

Dean: Oh, yeah? What's that?

Bobby: You're all gonna die. She's pissed. She's here. And it's gonna be nothing but pain for you from here on in.

Dean: Well, here's my response. (Dean holds the cable to Bobby's neck again)

Sam: Dean. Dean! How much more do you think he can take?

Bobby: You can't k*ll me, not without taking him with me.

Dean: Well...We'll just have to do what Bobby would want us to do. (Sam wraps Bobby's mouth and ears shut with duct tape)

Dean: No way out now, slug-o. Bobby, hang on in there. (Dean holds the cable to Bobby's neck until he sags forward)

Dean: Bobby?

Sam: Is he, uh...Hey, hey. (Sam starts to peel off the duct tape, the Khan worm falls out, d*ad) Whoa. Bobby.

Dean: Bobby, hey.

Sam: He's not breathing. Bobby!

EXT. CEMETERY

Dean: I got to say, I never figured Rufus for the religious type.

Bobby: Well, he didn't exactly keep kosher. He always used to pull the old "can't work on the sabbath" card whenever we had to bury a body. You know, I-I was just a job. I was Joe mechanic. Then my wife got possessed...went nuts on me. I s*ab her, and that didn't stop her. Next thing I knew, this guy comes busting in, soaks her with holy water, and sends that demon straight to hell so fast. I'd have gone away for k*lling her. But...

Rufus cleaned up everything. Taught me a thing or two about...what's really out there. Pretty soon, we were riding together. Worked like that for years, kind of like you two knuckleheads.

Sam: So, what happened?

Bobby: It was Omaha. It was my fault. And he never let it go.

Dean: Well, he should have.

Bobby:  You don't know what I did, Dean.

Dean: Doesn't matter.

Bobby: What do you mean, it doesn't --

Dean: I mean at the end of the day, you two are family. Life's short, and ours are shorter than most. We're gonna spend it wringing our hands? Something's gonna get us eventually, and when my guts get ripped out, just so you two know, we're good. Blanket apology for all the crap that anybody's done all the way around.

Sam: Some of us pulled a lot of crap, Dean.

Dean: Well, clean slate.

Sam: Okay.

(Bobby takes out a bottle of Johnny Walker Blue and pours some on the grave, and then takes a swig himself)
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