Man, that has got to be the kicker, straight up. I mean, you tell that poor son of a bitch that - - Wh-what did you say? Remand the tapes that he copied? Classified evidence of an ongoing investigation? That's messed up.
What, are you pissed at me or something?
No, I just think it's a little creepy how good of a fed you are. I mean come on, we could've at least thrown the guy a bone. He did some pretty good legwork here.
Except for the mandroid part. I liked him. He's not that different from you and me. People think we're crazy.
Yeah, except he's not a hunter Dean. He's just a guy who stumbled onto something real. If he were to go up against this, he'd get torn apart. Better to stay in the dark and stay alive.
HHenrickson
[on the phone, in the command center] This is Special Agent Victor Henrickson.
Yeah, listen, I'm not really in the negotiating mood right now.
HHenrickson
Good. Me neither.
HHenrickson
It's my job to bring you in; alive's a bonus but not necessary.
Whoa. That's kinda harsh for a Federal Agent, don't you think?
HHenrickson
Well, you're not the typical suspect, are you, Dean? [Dean looks horrified] I want you and Sam out here, unarmed. Or we come in. And yes, I know about Sam, too. Bonnie to your Clyde.
Yeah, well, that part's true, but how'd you even know we were here?
HHenrickson
Go screw yourself, that's how I knew. It's become my job to know about you, Dean. I've been looking for you for weeks now. I know about the murder in St. Louis, I know about the Houdini act you pulled in Baltimore. I know about the desecrations and the thefts. I know about your dad.
[darkly] Hey, you don't know crap about my dad.
HHenrickson
Ex-marine, raised his kids on the road, cheap motels, backwood cabins. Real paramilitary survivalist type. I just can't get a handle on what type of whacko he was. White supremacist, Timmy McVeigh, to-may-to, to-mah-to.
You got no right talking about my dad like that. He was a hero.
HHenrickson
Yeah. Right. Sure sounds like it. You have one hour to make a decision or we come through those doors full automatic.
[pounds his forehead in frustration as he hangs up the phone.]
You know what, there's a ton of lore on unicorns, too. In fact, I hear that they they ride on silver moonbeams, and they shoot rainbows out of their ass!
Wait. There's no such thing as unicorns?
That's cute. I'm just saying, man, there’s some legends that you just... you file under "Bull Crap".
And you got angels on the "Bull Crap" list?
Because I've never seen one.
So, I believe in what I can see.
Dean, you and I have seen things most people couldn't even dream about.
Exactly, with our own eyes. That's hard proof, okay? But in all this time, I have never seen anything that looks like an angel. And don't you think that if they existed, that we would have crossed paths with them, or at least know someone that crossed paths with them? No. This is a demon or a spirit. You know? They find people a few fries short of a Happy Meal and they trick 'em into killing these randoms.
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 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.
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?
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?!
MPMeg possessing Sam
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.
MPMeg possessing Sam
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!!
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.
[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.
