What do you think? Multiple demons? Mass possession?
If it is a possession, there could be more. God knows how many. It could be like a friggin' Shriner Convention.
'Course, that's one way to wipe out a town. You take it from the inside.
I don't know, man. We didn't see any of the demon smoke with Tanner, or any of the other usual signs.
Well, whatever. Something turned him into a monster. And you know, if you would have taken out the other one, one less to worry about.
Sorry, all right? I hesitated, Dean, it was a kid.
No, it was an "it". Not the best time for a bleeding heart, Sam.
For what? For him to Hulk out? Infect somebody else? No, thanks, can't take that chance. [Sam stops him from leaving.] Hey look, man, I'm not happy about this, okay? But it's a tough job and you know that.
It's supposed to be tough, Dean! We're supposed to struggle with this, that's the whole point!
A clear conscience, for one.
What the hell's happened to you?
You might kill an innocent man, and you don't even care! You don't act like yourself anymore, Dean. Hell, you know what? You're acting like one of those things out there.
Mm-hmm. [He pushes Sam out of his way. He leaves the room, locking the door behind him.]
This is the dumbest thing you've ever done.
I don't know about that. Remember that waitress in Tampa? (shudders)
Dean, I'm sick. It's over for me. It doesn't have to be for you.
What? [Dean sits down and pauses before talking.]
I'm tired, Sam. I'm tired of this job. This life. This weight on my shoulders, man, I'm tired of it.
So, what? So, you're just gonna give up? I mean, you're just gonna lay down and die? Look, Dean, I know the stuff with Dad had--
You're wrong. It's not about Dad. I mean, part of it is, sure-—
I don't know, man. I just think maybe we oughta... go to the Grand Canyon.
Yeah, you know, all this driving back and forth, cross-country. You know I've never been to the Grand Canyon? Or we could go to T.J. Or Hollywood, see if we can bang Lindsay Lohan.
Before Dad died he... he told me something. Something about you.
What? Dean, what did he tell you?
He said that he... wanted me to watch out for you. Take care of you.
He told you that a million times.
No, this time was different. He said that I had to... save you.
He just said that I had to save you. Nothing else mattered. And if I couldn't, I'd...
I'd have to kill you. [Sam looks at him, confused.] He said that I might have to kill you, Sammy.
Kill me? What the hell is that supposed to mean?
I mean, he must've had some kind of reason for saying it, right? Did he know the demon's plans for me? Am I supposed to go dark-side or something?! What else did he say, Dean?
Nothing. That's it, I swear.
How could you not have told me this?!
Because it was dad and he begged me not to.
Who cares?! Take some responsibility for yourself, Dean! You had no right to keep this from me!
You think I wanted this? Huh? I wish to God he'd never opened his mouth! And I wouldn't have to walk around with this screaming in my head all day!
[after a long pause] We've just gotta figure out what's going on then, what the hell all this means.
We do? I've been thinking about this, I think we should just lay low, you know? At least for a while. It'd be safer. And that way, I could make sure...
What? That I don't turn evil? That I don't turn into some kind of killer?
Jeez, if you're not careful, you will have to waste me one day, Dean.
I never said that! Damn it, Sam, this whole thing is spinning out of control! Alright? You're immune to some weirdo demon virus, and I don't even know what the hell anymore. And you're pissed at me, and I get it. That's fine, I deserve it. But we lay low until we figure out our next move, okay?
Sam, please, man. [He grabs Sam's shoulder] Hey, please. Just give me some time. Give me some time to think, okay, I'm begging you here. Please... please. [Sam nods]
[Sam passes in front of the window on the building's edge]
SShrink
What? [looks behind]
AAva
I just remembered, when I was a kid I swallowed, like, eight things of pop rocks and then drank a whole can of coke. You don't think that that counts as a suicide attempt, do you?
Feels good to get back in the saddle, doesn't it?
Yeah. Yeah, it does. But it doesn't change what we talked about last night, Dean.
[evasive] We talked about a lotta things last night.
But you weren't. And you promised.
