Went over to a demon's nest, had a little massacre. Must be losing my touch, though. Let one of the little toads live. Oops! Also might have given said toad the impression that you left your post last night because you and I are... wait for it... Lovers in League Against Satan. Hello darling. So now death is off the table. Now you get to be on the boss's eternal torment list with little old me.
Something else we have in common, apart from our torrid passion, of course: craven self-preservation.
The world's gonna end. Seems stupid to get all precious over one little soul.
More like pawned it. I fully intend to give it back.
[coughs, shows photo of him and Bobby kissing on his iPhone]
Why'd you take a picture?!?
Why'd you have to use tongue?
So Pestilence was spreading swine flu.
Yeah, but not just for giggles. That was step one. Step two is the vaccine. And you think...?
I know. I'll stake my reputation that vaccine is chock full of Grade A, farm-fresh, Croatoan virus.
Simultaneous countrywide distribution. That's quite a plan.
You don't get to be Horsemen for nothing. So you boys better stock up on... well, everything. This time next Thursday, we'll all be living in Zombieland.
Sam. Come on. I can feel you. Scratching away in there...
[He walks towards a mirror.]
Look. I'm gonna take the gag off, okay? You got me all wrong, kiddo. I'm not the bad guy here.
I'm gonna rip you apart from the inside out. Do you understand me?!
Such anger... Young Skywalker. Who are you really angry with? Me? Or that face in the mirror?
I'm sure this is all a big joke to you, huh?
Not at all. I've been waiting for you. For a long, long time. Come on, Sam. You have to admit, you can feel it, right?
The exhilaration. And you know why that is? Because we're two halves made whole. MFEO. Literally.
It feels pretty damn far from good.
I'm inside your grapefruit, Sam. You can't lie to me. I see it all. How hot you always felt. How... out of place in that family of yours. And why shouldn't you have? They were foster care, at best. I'm your real family.
It is. And I know you know it. All those times you ran away, you weren't running away from them. You were running towards me. This doesn't have to be a bad thing, you know. I let Dean live, didn't I? I wanted him to live. I'll bring your folks back, too. I want you to be happy, Sam.
I don't want anything from you!
Really? Not even a little payback?
What's that supposed to mean?
Look closely. None of these little devils look familiar to you?
That's Mr. Bensmith... One of my grade school teachers...
And that's your friend, Doug, from that time in East Lancing. And Rachel. Your prom date. Sam Winchester, this is your life. Azazel's game. Watching you since you were a Rugrat. Jerking you around, like a dog on a leash. I know how you feel about that. Me, too. So what do you say you and I blow off a little steam?
In between jobs, Sam and Dean would sometimes get a day--sometimes a week, if they were lucky. They'd pass the time lining their pockets. Sam used to insist on honest work, but now he hustles pool, like his brother. They could go anywhere and do anything. They drove a thousand miles for an Ozzy show. Two days for a Jayhawks game. And when it was clear, they'd park her in the middle of nowhere, sit on the hood, and watch the stars... for hours... without saying a word. It never occurred to them that, sure, maybe they never really had a roof and four walls but they were never, in fact, homeless.
SASam as Lucifer
It's good to see you, Michael.
AAAdam as Michael
You, too. It's been too long.
Can you believe it's finally here?
No. Not really. Are you ready?
As I'll ever be. Part of me wishes we didn't have to do this.
Oh, you know why. I have no choice, after what you did.
What I did? What if it's not my fault?
What's that supposed to mean?
Think about it. Dad made everything, which means he made me who I am. God wanted the Devil!
So, why? And why make us fight? I just can't figure out the point...
We're going to kill each other. And for what? One of Dad's tests? We don't even know the answer. We're brothers. Let's just walk off the chess board...
I'm sorry, I- I can't do that. I'm a good son, and I have my orders.
But you don't have to follow them.
What, you think I'm gonna rebel? Now? I'm not like you!
You know, you haven't changed a bit, little brother. Always blaming everybody but yourself! We were together. We were happy, but you betrayed me, all of us, and you made our Father leave!
No one makes Dad do anything! He's doing this to us!
You're a monster, Lucifer. And I'm going to kill you.
If that's the way it's gotta be... Then I'd like to see you try.
