Air Date: 25 Mar 2010

PRIEST

Are you saying that this is the... Apocalypse?

Dean: And these specific omens – they're prelude to what?

PRIEST

The four horsemen.

Dean: And which one rides the red horse?

PRIEST

w*r.

Castiel: This town is suffering from famine.

Sam: A-as in the horseman?

Dean: Great.

Bobby: The angel of death must be brought into this world through a place of awful carnage.

Lucifer: Hello, death.

Dean: Bobby, who is that?

Bobby: She's my wife.

Dean: It's the end of the world. And if I don't stop it and save everyone, then no one will, and we all die.

Dean: I'm just tired, man. I'm done. I am just done.

Dean (praying)

I need some help.

EXT. CEMETERY – NIGHT

(In front of a headstone marked Clay James Thompson, a man reaches up through the soil and drags himself out of the grave.)

INT. BENNY SUTTON's TRAILER – NIGHT

(Benny Sutton reclines on the sofa watching a documentary about cheetahs. A thunderstorm rages outside.)

DOCUMENTARY VOICEOVER

Here on the savannah, the wildebeest lounges, lazy and self-content, and is oblivious to the fierce predator that stalks him from the shadows.

The great wildebeest herds migrate south in search of water, drinking their fill in preparation for the long dry season to come. The wildebeest are on edge. Every movement could be a sound of potential att*ck. Merely a rustle of the wind through the bushes could scare the entire herd into a bone-crushing stampede.

(The trailer door rattles. Benny investigates, but it seems to be just the wind. He returns to the sofa.)

DOCUMENTARY VOICEOVER

At first the animal reacts with confusion…

(The wind blows the door open. Benny closes the door and locks it.)

DOCUMENTARY VOICEOVER

The wildebeest returns warily to its watering hole, where…

(Suddenly, behind him is a man covered in mud. Benny tries to f*re a g*n, but it's empty.)

DOCUMENTARY VOICEOVER

...who are closing in for the k*ll. When it att*cks, it att*cks quickly.

BENNY

No.

(The man begins to strangle Benny.)

BENNY

Please! God! No!

SUPERNATURAL

EXT. DINER, SIOUX FALLS, SOUTH DAKOTA – DAY

(Sam and Dean get out of the Impala.)

Sam (on phone): Bobby, listen, when you get this message, call! Okay?

Dean (to Sam)

Is he still not home? How far could he get in that chair?

INT. DINER – DAY

Sam: So, what do we do?

Dean

Well... Guess we just do it ourselves.

(They sit down at a table opposite a man.)

Dean: Mr. Wells, why don't you tell us what you saw in your own words.

DIGGER

Call me Digger.

Dean: Digger? Who gave you that name?

DIGGER

I did.

Dean

You gave yourself your own nickname? You can't do that.

DIGGER

Who died and made you queen?

Sam: Okay. Uh, why don't you just tell us what you saw?

DIGGER

I saw Clay Thompson climb into Benny Sutton's trailer through the window. Couple minutes later, Clay walked out, and Benny's d*ad.

Dean: And, uh... (holds up photo) ...Is this the guy you saw?

DIGGER

Well, he was all covered with mud, but, yeah. That's Clay.

Sam: And you are aware that Clay Thompson died five years ago?

DIGGER

Yep.

Dean

And you're positive that it was this guy.

DIGGER

You calling me a liar?

Sam: No, no, no. Of course not. Look. Can you think of any reason why Clay Thompson, alive or d*ad, would want to k*ll Benny Sutton?

DIGGER

Hell, yeah. Well, five years ago, Benny's the one that k*lled Clay in the first place.

Dean: Is that a fact?

DIGGER

Well, yeah, so-called "hunting accident." Now, if you ask me... Clay came back from the grave to get a little payback.

Dean: Go on.

(Sheriff Jody Mills enters the diner, talking on a cell phone.)

Sheriff MILLS

Owen, put down the cupcake and pick up an apple… Okay? Okay. I love you.

DIGGER

Heads up. "Fargo."

Sheriff MILLS

Digger.

DIGGER

Sheriff.

Sheriff MILLS

Gentlemen. I'm Sheriff Jody Mills. I don't believe we've had the pleasure.

Dean: Agents Dorfman and Neidermeyer. FBI.

Sheriff MILLS

Welcome to Sioux Falls, gentlemen. Can I ask you what you're doing with Digger here?

DIGGER

They're doing their job. They believe me, Sheriff.

Sheriff MILLS

The FBI believes a d*ad man committed a m*rder?

Sam: Look, we're just asking a few questions, Sheriff. That's all.

Dean: Of course, if a d*ad man didn't commit the m*rder, then, uh, who did?

Sheriff MILLS

What'd you say your jurisdiction here was again?

Dean

Our jurisdiction is wherever the United States government sends us.

Sheriff MILLS

Oh, yeah. How 'bout me and your supervisor have a little chat about that?

Sam: Absolutely. (He hands her a business card.)

(Sheriff Mills calls the number on the card, and Bobby answers, pretending to be the FBI supervisor.)

Bobby: Agent Willis speaking.

Sheriff MILLS

Agent Willis, this is Sheriff Jody Mills… Bobby?

Bobby

Oh… Excuse me?

Sheriff MILLS

Is this Bobby Singer?

Bobby

Listen, I don't know who this is, but... this is Agent Tom Willis of the FBI.

Sheriff MILLS

Bull crap. FBI, huh?

Sam: So, uh... So you know Bobby Singer?

Dean: That is... a fun coincidence.

Sheriff MILLS

Here's what I know about Bobby Singer. He's a menace around here, ass-full of drunk-and-disorderlies and mail fraud. You understanding me?

Dean

I think we all can agree that you've made yourself perfectly clear, yes.

Sheriff MILLS

So, whatever the three of you are planning, it ends here. Now. Ten-four on that, Agents?

Dean: Yeah.

INT. Bobby's HOUSE – DAY

Dean: You know how many times we called? Where have you been?

Bobby: Playing m*rder.

Dean

What's that smell? Is that soap? Did you clean?

Bobby

What are you, my mother? Bite me!

Sam: Bobby, seriously.

Bobby: I been working. You know, trying to find a way to stop the devil.

Dean

Find anything?

Bobby: What do you think?

Sam: Bobby, it's just… there's a case less than five miles from your house.

Bobby: What, the – the Benny Sutton thing? That's what this is about?

Dean: You knew about this?

Bobby: Hell, yes. I checked into it already. There's nothing here.

Sam: Except a witness who saw a d*ad guy commit m*rder.

Bobby: What witness? Digger Wells?

Dean: Yeah. So?

Bobby

So, he's a drunk.

Sam: Well, what about the lightning storms? They look like omens.

Bobby

Except in February in South Dakota in storm season. Guys, I thought it was something, too. Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar.

Sam: So who k*lled the guy?

Bobby: Take your pick. This Benny Sutton guy was a grade-a son of a bitch. There's a list of the living a year long wouldn't mind putting a cap in his ass.

Dean: So, you're telling us... nothing?

Bobby: Sorry. Looks like you wasted a t*nk of gas on this one.

Dean: Great.

INT. Impala – NIGHT

(Dean parks the Impala near St. Anthony's Cemetery.)

Sam: What's up?

Dean: Isn't that the graveyard back there?

Sam: Yeah. So what? Bobby already checked it out.

Dean: And? What, Bobby's never wrong? Come on. We'll take a peek, and then we'll h*t the road. Can't hurt.

EXT. ST. ANTHONY's CEMETERY – NIGHT

(Walking through the cemetery, Sam and Dean see a grave with overturned soil.)

Sam: Hey.

(Sam stops at Clay Thompson's headstone.)

Dean: That look fresh to you?

Sam: Yeah, actually.

(Sam and Dean dig up the grave and discover the coffin is empty.)

Sam: What is going on here?

Dean

I don't know, but something stinks.

INT. CLAY THOMPSON's HOUSE – NIGHT

(Sam and Dean break into the house and look around. A man att*cks Dean, thinking he is a burglar. Dean pushes him to the ground.)

CLAY

Don't sh**t me! Please! There's money in the safe.

Dean: We don't want your money.

CLAY THOMPSON

What do you want? Anything. Please...

Sam: You're Clay Thompson, right?

CLAY

Who are you?

Sam: Um, FBI.

CLAY

FBI? Oh, my God. This is about Benny.

Dean: Wha… what about Benny?

CLAY

He k*lled me! He sh*t me in the back! I'm supposed to let him get away with that?

Dean: Hold up. Are… are you confessing?

CLAY

Please. I'll go with you. Just… just don't wake my kids.

Sam: Y-you'll go with us where?

CLAY

Jail.

Dean: Let me get this straight. You're Clay Thompson, and you died five years ago?

CLAY

Yes.

Dean: And three days ago you climbed out of your grave, and you k*lled Benny Sutton?

CLAY

Yes.

Dean: So you are, in fact, a d*ad guy.

CLAY

I guess. I – I – I don't know what I am.

(Clay's wife enters.)

CLAY's Wife

Clay? I called 911.

CLAY

It's okay, honey. These men are the FBI. They're here about Benny.

Dean: Why don't you come with us, Mr. Thompson? I think that'd be best.

EXT. CLAY THOMPSON's HOUSE – NIGHT

Sam: Dean.

Dean: He's a monster.

Sam: He's a soccer dad.

Dean: What do you want to do with him?

(Sheriff Mills and another police officer suddenly intercept them.)

Sheriff MILLS

Freeze! Drop your g*n!

Dean: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. All right. Hey.

Dean: Remember the guy you said that was d*ad and couldn't possibly commit m*rder? There he is.

Sheriff MILLS

And?

Dean: "And"? And you're welcome – for catching the undead k*ller zombie.

Sheriff MILLS

Whatever he is or isn't that don't give you the right to sh**t him in the middle of the street.

(Sheriff Mills handcuffs Dean.)

CLAY

sh**t me?

Sheriff MILLS

You're free to go, Mr. Thompson.

Dean: Free to go?!

CLAY

I can't believe you were gonna k*ll me.

Dean: You're a zombie!

CLAY

I'm a taxpayer!

INT. JAIL CELL – NIGHT

Dean: So, what? Sheriff's on the take?

Sam: Yeah. No. The zombies are paying her off?

(Sam sees Sheriff Mills and Bobby talking in the police station.)

Sam: Hey.

Dean: So, what? Now they're friends?

INT. Police STATION – NIGHT

(Sam and Dean leave with Bobby. Sam pushes Bobby's wheelchair.)

Sam: Bobby, I thought the Sheriff hated you?

Bobby: She did till five days ago.

Dean: What happened five days ago?

Bobby: The d*ad started rising all over town.

Sam: So you knew about this?

Bobby: Yep.

Dean: I think what Sam meant to say is, you lied to us?

Bobby: Look, I told you there was nothing here. And there isn't. Not for you.

Dean: There are zombies here.

Bobby: There are zombies... And then there are zombies. Come with me.

INT. Bobby's HOUSE – NIGHT

Dean: You want to tell us what the hell…

(A woman wearing an apron walks to the table carrying a plate.)

Karen SINGER

Oh, hey. I didn't realize you were bringing company.

Bobby: It's four a.m., babe. You didn't need to cook.

Karen: Oh, please! I'll get some more plates.

Dean: Who was that?

Bobby: Karen. My wife.

Dean: Your new wife?

Bobby: My d*ad wife.

INT. Bobby's HOUSE – NIGHT

Dean (eating pie)

This is incredible, Mrs. Singer.

Karen: Thank you, Dean.

(Sam frowns at Dean and gives him a pointed look.)

Dean: What? It is.

Bobby: It's great, Karen. Thanks. Could you, um, just give us a minute?

(Karen leaves the room.)

Dean

Are you crazy? What the hell?

Bobby: Dean, I can explain.

Dean

Explain what? Lying to us? Or the American girl zombie making cupcakes in your kitchen?!

Bobby: First of all, that's my wife, so watch it.

Sam: Bobby, whatever that thing is in there, it is not your wife.

Bobby: And how do you know that?

Sam: Are you serious?

Bobby

You think I'm an idiot, boy? My d*ad wife shows up on my doorstep, I'm not gonna test her every way I ever learned?

Dean

So what is it? Zombies? Revenant?

Bobby

Hell if I can tell. She's got no scars, no wounds, no reaction to salt, silver, holy water...

Dean

Bobby, she crawled out of her coffin.

Bobby

No, she didn't. I cremated her. Somehow, some way, she's back.

Sam: That's impossible.

Bobby

Tell me about it.

Sam: You bury her ashes?

Bobby

Yeah.

Dean: Where?

Bobby

In the cemetery. That's where they all Rose from.

Dean

How many?

Bobby

15, 20, I made a list. (He hands the list to Sam.) Uh, there's Karen... Clay... Sheriff Mills – her little boy came back.

Sam: And there were no signs? No omens?

Bobby

Well, there were the lightning storms.

Dean

That's what we said. What else?

Bobby (reads from the Book of Revelation)

"And through the f*re stood before me a pale horse. And he that sat atop him carried a scythe, and I saw since he had risen, they, too, shall rise, and from him and through him."

Dean: So, what, Death is behind this?

Sam: Death, Death? Like "Grim Reaper" death?

Bobby: Yeah.

Dean

Awesome. Another horseman. Must be Thursday.

Sam: Bobby... Why would Death raise 15 people in a podunk town like Sioux Falls?

Bobby

I don't know.

Dean: You know, if Death is behind this, then whatever these things are... it's not good. You know what we have to do here.

Bobby: She doesn't remember anything, you know.

Dean

What do you mean?

Bobby: Being possessed, me k*lling her... her coming back.

Dean

Bobby...

Bobby

No, no, don't "Bobby" me. Just... just listen, okay? (Karen can be heard humming.) She hums when she cooks. She always... used to hum when she cooked. Tone deaf as all hell, but... And I never thought I would hear it again. Look, just read Revelation. The d*ad rise during the apocalypse. There's nothing in there that says that's bad! Hell, maybe it's the one good thing that comes out of this whole bloody mess.

Dean: And what would you do if you were us?

Bobby: I know what I'd do. And I know what you think you got to do. But... I'm begging you. Please. Please. Leave her be.

INT. DINER – DAY

Sam: So, what do you think?

Dean

There's nothing to think about. I'm not gonna leave Bobby at home with the bride of Frankenstein.

Sam: Then what do you want to do? Just walk in there in front of Bobby and blow her skull off?

Dean

If she decides that Bobby's face is the blue plate special, I'd like to be there.

Sam: Fine. See what else we can find out.

EXT. Bobby's SALVAGE YARD – DAY

(Dean is leaning against the Impala. He jumps at the sight of Karen next to him.)

Karen: Oops. Did I scare you?

Dean: No. No. No. There's... nothing scary about you at all.

Karen: Feel like some lunch?

Dean: Uh... I'm good. Thanks.

Karen: Come on, there's more pie.

Dean

I don't think that Bobby wants me inside.

Karen: Guess it'll have to be our secret, then, huh? Come on.

EXT. Sheriff MILL's HOUSE – DAY

(Sam sneaks up to the window and sees Sheriff Mills and her husband reading a book to their young son.)

INT. Bobby's KITCHEN – DAY

(Dean is eating a piece of pie. There are many other pies in the room.)

Dean: I'm gonna go out on a limb and guess that you like pies. Did you bake all these?

Karen: I don't know what it is. Since I got back, I can't stop baking.

Dean: Yeah, when do you have time to sleep?

Karen: I don't. Must be the excitement.

Dean: Or being d*ad.

Karen: I know you don't trust me.

Dean: Why would you say that?

Karen: Come on, Dean. That's why you're here, isn't it? Keeping an eye on me? I know who you are. Just like I know Bobby's not the Same mild-mannered scrap dealer I married. You hunt things. I – I'm a thing. I get it.

Dean: So then you know that Sam and I would never let anything happen to Bobby. That he's like a father to us.

Karen: I understand. And he's lucky to have you looking out for him, Dean. But you're not the only one.

Dean: Is that so?

Karen: I remember everything, you know. When I died. That demon taking over my body... and the things it made me do. And Bobby having no choice but to... Well, you know what he did. But I can see it in his eyes when he looks at me. The guilt. It weighs on him.

Dean: So why don't you just tell him you remember?

Karen: I'm gonna go out on a limb here and say you've never been in love. He's my husband. My job is to bring him peace... not pain.

EXT. HOUSE – DAY

(Sam looks at Bobby's list and then knocks on the door.)

Sam: Mrs. Jones?!

(He opens the unlocked door.)

INT. EZRA JONES' HOUSE – DAY

Sam: Ezra Jones? Um... Ezra Jones?

(An old lady lies in a bed, obviously sick, coughing and foaming at the mouth. She gestures for Sam to come closer.)

Sam: W-what is it? You think maybe you could tell me from here? Yeah. I'm gonna regret this.

(Sam leans close as she tries to say something. She att*cks him, spitting mucous onto him in the process. Sam notices a d*ad man on the floor with his stomach bloodied. Sam sh**t Mrs. Jones in the head through her open mouth.)

INT. Bobby's HOUSE – NIGHT

Bobby: Keep your damn voices down. Karen's upstairs.

Dean: Oh, I'm sorry. We're a little tense right now. Who's old lady Jones?

Bobby: The first one to come up.

Sam: First one to go bad.

Bobby: Ah, she was always a nutty broad.

Dean: Nutty how? Nutty like the way she ate her husband's stomach? Was that the level of nutty she was in life?

Bobby: No.

Dean: Look, Bobby, I feel for you. But you have got to acknowledge that you're not exactly seeing this straight!

Sam: Bobby, whether you admit it or not, these things are turning. We have to stop them – all of them.

(Bobby pulls out a g*n and rests it on his lap.)

Bobby

Time to go.

Dean: What?

Bobby: You heard me. Off my property.

Sam: Or what? You'll sh**t?

Bobby: If Karen turns, I will handle it my way.

Dean: This is dangerous.

Bobby (cocks g*n)

I'm not telling you twice.

(Sam and Dean leave.)

INT. Impala – NIGHT I don't know. 

Dean: He's crazy.

Sam: It's his wife, Dean.

Dean: So he goes "Full Metal Jacket" on us? We're his family, Sam.

Sam: Look, man. Bigger fish, okay? I mean, we got a bunch of zombies about to turn this town into a giant chew toy.

Dean: Yeah, and he's alone in the house making pie with one of 'em!

Sam: All right? So?

Dean: So! I'm gonna have to go back there and… and… and k*ll her. That's the only thing I can think of.

Sam: If he sees you, you're a d*ad man.

Dean: Well, then, I guess I won't let him see me.

Sam: Okay. I'll... head to town and rescue everyone – should be easy.

Dean: Sounds like.

Sam: I'm gonna need some help.

Dean: What about the Sheriff?

Sam: Uh, last time I checked, the Sheriff was pretty pro-zombie.

Dean: Well, I guess you'll just have to convince her.

Sam: How?

Dean: I don't know. You're just gonna.

INT. Sheriff MILLS' HOUSE – NIGHT

(Sheriff Mills' young son is lying on the couch, obviously sick.)

Sheriff MILLS

There. Does that feel better, honey?

Sheriff MILLS' SON

I'm so hungry, mommy.

Sheriff MILLS

Oh, I know. I know. Mommy's gonna make you some soup, okay?

Sheriff MILLS' SON

Okay.

Sheriff MILLS' HUSBAND (talking on phone)

I don't know what else to tell you, doc. We checked the thermometer three times. His temperature is 111 degrees.

Sheriff MILLS' SON

Mommy.

Sheriff MILLS' HUSBAND

Hold on, doc. (He hands the phone to Sheriff Mills.)

Sheriff MILLS' SON

I'm hungry!

Sheriff MILLS

Can you take that in to him?

Sheriff MILLS (on phone): Dr. Dwight, it's Jody Mills.

EXT. Bobby's SALVAGE YARD – NIGHT

(Dean walks toward the house, loading a g*n.)

INT. Bobby's HOUSE - NIGHT

Bobby: Karen, stay away from the windows. Karen?

(Karen collapses in the kitchen.)

Bobby: Karen?! Karen?

Karen: (coughing) I'm… I'm okay.

Bobby: Yeah?

Karen: I'm okay. I just... I'm okay. I – I just got to be dizzy.

Bobby: You're burning up.

Karen: Oh, I'm okay. I – I just need something to eat. And I'll be fine. Really. (She coughs heavily.)

INT. Sheriff MILLS' HOUSE – NIGHT

Sheriff MILLS (on phone): I don't know how to explain it, Doctor. That's… that's why we're calling you. I...

(A noise comes from the living room and Sheriff Mills drops the phone.)

Sheriff MILLS

Sean? Owen?

(She finds her husband d*ad and her son eating his flesh.)

Sheriff MILLS

Oh, my God.

(Sheriff Mills' son stands up and slowly approaches her. Sam suddenly bursts in and pulls her outside.)

Sam: Let's go!

Sheriff MILLS

No!

Sam: Go!

EXT. Sheriff MILLS' HOUSE – NIGHT

Sheriff MILLS

My husband!

Sam: Leave it! He's d*ad!

Sheriff MILLS

That was not my son!

Sam: You're right. It wasn't. Listen, Sheriff. Your town is in danger. People are in danger, and we need to help them now. Can you do that for me? (Sheriff Mills shakes her head.) Can you focus for me, Sheriff? Sheriff?

Sheriff MILLS

How do we put them down?

Sam: Head sh*t.

Sheriff MILLS

(nods) We're gonna need w*apon.

Sam: We can start by rounding up everybody we can find. Where is there a safe place we can take people?

Sheriff MILLS

Jail.

Sam: Right. Just, um... (he takes out his g*n) give me a minute.

(Sam goes back into the house. A g*n is heard.)

INT. Bobby's HOUSE – NIGHT

(Karen lies in bed, sick. Bobby is at her bedside, holding her hand.)

Karen: I'm so hungry, Bobby.

Bobby: I'll fix you something to eat in a minute.

Karen: I can feel it. It's happening.

Bobby

Shh, it's gonna be alright.

Karen: No. It's not. I'm turning, Bobby. You know I am.

(Bobby looks at his g*n on a table nearby.)

Karen: It's okay. Do it.

Bobby: No way.

Karen: Please.

Bobby: No.

Karen: I remember.

Bobby: You remember what?

Karen: Everything. The demon inside me. You k*lling me. I remember.

Bobby: Then you know... why I can't do it again.

Karen: I remember something else, too. When I came back... There was a man.

Bobby: What do you mean, a man?

Karen: At the grave. He was so thin. Like a skeleton. And he told me to give you a message.

Bobby: Me? W-why didn't you tell me this before?

Karen: You've seen so much. I just... I just wanted to see you smile.

Bobby: What was the message?

(Dean opens the front door and enters. A g*n is heard.)

Dean

Bobby?!

(Dean finds Karen d*ad and Bobby holding her hand.)

INT. Police STATION – NIGHT

(Sheriff Mills is taking g*n out of a cabinet. A group of people is gathered in the room.)

Sam: All right, if I hand you a g*n and you see a d*ad person, I don't care if it's your friend, your neighbor, or your wife, you sh**t for the head. That's the only way we survive.

Man: Uh, you mind telling us who the hell you are?

Sam: Friend of Bobby Singer's.

Man: Town drunk.

Sam: No, I – I thought... (nods at Digger) he was the town drunk.

Man: Who told you that?

Sam: Bobby Singer…. Stay sharp. I'll watch the front door.

EXT. Bobby's SALVAGE YARD – NIGHT

Dean: You know, Bobby, if you want to sit this one out...

Bobby: Let's just get going.

(A noise indicates someone is approaching and Dean goes to investigate.)

INT. Police STATION – NIGHT

(Sam opens the door and looks out, then closes the door again and shakes his head at Sheriff Mills.)

EXT. Bobby's SALVAGE YARD – NIGHT

(Dean walks through the salvage yard while Bobby sits in his wheelchair.)

Bobby

Dean? Dean!

(Bobby fires at a zombie, which tackles Dean to the ground.)

EXT. Bobby's SALVAGE YARD – NIGHT

(Dean punches the zombie and tries to reach his g*n.)

Bobby

Dean?

(Bobby sh**t at and kills a zombie as it runs at him, then sh**t at another zombie which is moving behind cars. Dean finally gets to his g*n and sh**t the zombie that att*cked him.)

Bobby

Dean!

(Multiple zombies att*ck both Dean and Bobby. One of them throws Bobby out of his wheelchair onto the ground. Dean sh**t it.)

Bobby

Little help here? (Dean helps Bobby back into his wheelchair and picks up his g*n.)

Dean: g*n?

Bobby: Yeah. All right.

(Dean and Bobby sh**t zombies as they hurry back into the house.)

INT. Bobby's HOUSE – NIGHT

Dean: Got any more a*mo? I'm low.

Bobby: Yeah, we got plenty. Just run back past the zombies. It's in the van, where we left it.

Dean: A simple "no" would have been fine. What are they all doing here, anyway?!

Bobby: I think I get it.

Dean: What?

(Zombies begin to break in through the roof and windows.)

Bobby: Oh, that ain't good.

Dean: I'm out.

Bobby: Me too.

Dean: Come on!

(Dean and Bobby lock themselves in a closet, fighting zombies on the way. Zombies pound on the door.)

Bobby: Kind of a tight fit, don't you think?

Dean

It's all right. They're idiots. They can't pick a lock.

(The pounding stops and the door handle moves.)

Bobby: Don't you ever get tired of being wrong?

Dean: I'm making this stuff up as I go. Sue me.

(The closet door opens and Dean hits zombies with the butt of his g*n.)

Sam: Get down!

(Sam and Sheriff Mills sh**t all the zombies.)

Sam: Are you okay?

EXT. CEMETERY – DAY

(Dean and Sheriff Mills join Sam in front of a massive funeral pyre.)

Dean: Well, if there's any zombies left out there, we can't find them.

Sam: How are the townspeople?

Sheriff MILLS

Pretty freaked out. Hell, traumatized. A few of them are calling the papers. As far as I can tell, nobody's believed 'em yet.

Sam: Would you? (Sheriff Mills shakes her head.) How are you holding up?

Dean: Is that everyone?

Sam: All but one.

EXT. Bobby's SALVAGE YARD – DAY

(Sam and Dean join Bobby in front of another funeral pyre.)

Bobby: So, thinking maybe I should apologize for losing my head back there.

Sam: Bobby, you don't owe us anything.

Dean: Hey, look, I don't know squat from shinola about love, but... At least you got to spend five days with her, right?

Bobby: Right. Which makes things about a thousand times worse. She was the love of my life. How many times do I got to k*ll her?

Sam: Are you gonna be okay, Bobby?

Bobby: You boys should know... Karen told me why Death was here.

Sam: What do you mean?

Bobby: I know why he took a stroll through a cemetery in the sticks of South Dakota. He came for me.

Dean: What do you mean, you?

Bobby: Death came for me. He brought Karen back to send me a message.

Dean: You? Why you?

Bobby: Because I've been helping you, you sons of bitches. I'm one of the reasons you're still saying no to Lucifer, Sam.

Dean: So this was like a h*t on your life?

Bobby: I don't know if they wanted to take my life or... my spirit. Either way, they wanted me out of the way.

Sam: But you're gonna be all right. Right, Bobby?
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