Criminal Minds · Season 1, Episode 15
“Unfinished Business” · Season 1, Episode 15
In this episode: Dean Winchester (940), Damon Salvatore (715), Sam Winchester (665), Olivia Benson (637), Stephen Fry (608), Narrator (554), Clark Kent (523), Nate (486)
Look, I'll admit, I'm a bit of a skeptic. But since when are you all Mr. 700 Club? No, seriously, from the get-go, you've been willing to buy this angel crap, man. What's next, you're going to start praying every day?
I do.
What?
I do pray every day. I have for a long time.
Things you learn about a guy.
Dean, the angel hasn't been wrong yet! Someone's gonna do something awful, and I can stop it!
You know, you're supposed to be bad, too, Sam. Maybe, maybe I should just stop you right now.
You know what, Dean, I don't understand! Why can't you even consider the possibility?
What, that this is an angel?
Yes! Maybe we're hunting an angel here, and we should stop! Maybe this is God's will!
Okay, all right. You know what? I get it. You've got faith. That's - hey, good for you. I'm sure it makes things easier. I'll tell you who else had faith like that –- Mom. She used to tell me when she'd tuck me in that angels were watching over us. In fact, that was the last thing she ever said to me.
You never told me that.
What's to tell? She was wrong. There was nothing protecting her. There's no higher power, there's no God. There's just chaos and violence and random, unpredictable evil that comes out of nowhere. It rips you to shreds. So, you want me to believe in this stuff? I'm gonna need to see some hard proof. You got any?
What'd you find out?
You checked in two days ago under the name Richard Sambora. Of course, I think the scariest part about this whole thing is the fact that you're a Bon Jovi fan.
Sam!
I begged you to stop me, Dean!
Put the knife down, damn it!
I told you, I can't fight it! My head feels like it's on fire, all right?! Dean, kill me, or I'm gonna kill her! Please! You'd be doing me a favor. Shoot me. Shoot me! [Dean pauses a long time, ready to shoot.]
No, Sammy, come on. [He lowers the gun.]
What the hell's wrong with you, Dean? Are you that scared of being alone that you'd rather let Jo die?!
Why didn't you kill me? You had a dozen chances.
Naw, that would have been too easy. Where's the fun in that? See, this was a test. I wanted to see if I could push you far enough to waste Sam. Should've known you wouldn't have the sack. Anyway, fun's over now.
You know, when people wanna describe the worst possible thing, they say, "It's like Hell." [He punches Dean.] Well, there's a reason for that. Hell is like, um –- [he punches Dean again] -- well, it's like Hell. Even for demons. [Another punch.] It's a prison made of bone and flesh and blood and fear. [Another punch.] And you sent me back there.
Meg.
No. Not anymore. Now, I'm Sam. [Another punch.] By the way –- [he grabs Dean’s shoulder, where Dean has a very tender bullet wound] –- I saw your dad there. He says, "Howdy." All that I had to hold onto was that I would climb out one day, and that I was gonna torture you, nice and slow. Like pulling the wings off an insect. But whatever I do to you, it's nothing compared to what you do to yourself, is it? I can see it in your eyes, Dean. You're worthless. You couldn't save your dad. And deep down... you know that you can't save your brother. They'd have been better off without you.
No matter what I did, you wouldn't shoot.
It was the right move, Sam. It wasn't you.
Yeah, this time. What about next time?
Sam, when Dad told me... that I might have to kill you, it was only if I couldn't save you. Now, if it's the last thing I do, I'm gonna save you.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa... hold on a minute!!
What?
C'mon, dude, that's not how it happened!
No? So you never drank a purple nurple?
Yeah maybe that, but I don't say things like "feisty little wildcat" and her name wasn't Starla.
Then what was it?
[pauses] I don't know... but she was a classy chick. She was a grad student. Anthropology and folklore. We were talking about local ghost stories.
My God, you are attractive!
Thanks. But no time for that now. You need to tell me about this urban legend. Please? Lives are at stake.
[staring at Dean] I'm sorry, I just... I can't even concentrate. It's like staring... into the sun.
You're bickering like an old married couple.
No, see, married couples can get divorced. Me and him? We're like, uh, Siamese twins.
[angry] It's conjoined twins.
See what I mean?
Dude... were you on my computer?
No.
Oh really? 'Cause it's frozen now, on, uh, bustyasianbeauties.com? [Dean says nothing] Dean! Would you just –- don't touch my stuff anymore, okay?
Why don't you control your OCD?
Dude, you know something? I put up with a lot from you.
What are you talking about? I'm a joy to be around!
Yeah? Your dirty socks in the sink? Your food in the 'fridge?
What's wrong with my food?
It's not food any more, Dean! It's Darwinism!
[to himself] I like it.
Isn't this argument a little archaic? Men can ask directions these days.
No we can't. It's against our genetic code.
Did he look like he... lost a fight with a lawnmower?
How did you know that?
Lucky guess.
I don't understand how a guy like this can turn into that monster.
Well, spirits like Greely are, uh, like wounded animals. Lost... in so much pain they... they lash out.
Why? Why are they here?
There's some part of them that... that's keeping them here. Like their remains, or, um, unfinished business.
Unfinished business?
Yeah, uh, it could be revenge. It could be, uh, love, or hate. Whatever it is, they just hold on too tight. Can't let go. So they're trapped. Caught in the same loops. Replaying the same tragedies over and over.
You sound almost sorry for them.
Well, they weren't evil people, you know. A lot of them were good, just something happened to 'em. Something they couldn't control.
Sammy's always gettin' a little J. Love Hewitt when it comes to this. Me, I don't like 'em. And I'm sure as hell ain't makin' apologies for 'em.
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