Supernatural s02e10 Episode Script

Dad wants us to pick up where he left off.
Saving people, hunting things, the family business.
You know the truth about Sammy and the other children? - I've known for a while.
- Dad, you know the demon.
Said he had plans for me and children like me.
Do you have any idea what he meant? No, I don't.
Did he say anything to you? No.
Nothing.
Max, your abilities they started six, seven months ago, right? - How'd you know? - That's when mine started.
You and I were chosen.
- For what? - I don't know.
Everyone's capable of murder.
That's what the demon's doing.
Pushing us to break us.
We don't know what the demon wants.
- We all have some kind of ability.
- Ability? Psychic ability.
I have visions, premonitions.
It's different for everybody.
The demon said he had plans for us.
- What kind of plans? - I don't really know for sure.
Don't be afraid, Scott.
You can tell me anything, you know that.
Whatever you say won't leave this room.
It started a little over a year ago.
Migraines at first.
Then I found I could do stuff.
What do you mean, "do stuff"? I have this ability.
When I touch something, I can electrocute it if I want.
How do you know? I did it to the neighbor's cat.
Its insides fried up like a hamburger.
You don't believe me.
I believe that you believe it.
Then here.
Wanna shake on it? Why would you want to kill the neighbor's cat? I don't.
He wants me to.
And he doesn't want me to stop there.
Who? The yellow-eyed man.
He comes to me in my dreams.
Tells me to do things.
Awful things.
But I tell him no.
No, I don't want to.
What else does the yellow-eyed man tell you? - He has plans for me.
- What kind of plans? Hello? 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.
- This time was different.
He said that I had to save you.
Save me from what? He just said that I had to save you.
That nothing else mattered.
And that if I couldn't, I'd-- You'd what, Dean? I'd have to kill you.
He said that I might have to kill you, Sammy.
Kill me? - What the hell's that supposed to mean? - I don't know.
He must've had some reason for saying it, right? Did he know the demon's plans for me? Am I supposed to go dark side? What else did he say? - Nothing, I swear.
- How could you not have told me? - It was Dad.
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.
That I wouldn't have to walk around with this screaming in my head all day.
We 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.
At least for a while.
Be safer.
- And that way I can make sure-- - What? That I don't turn evil? - That I don't turn into a killer? - I never said that.
You're not careful, you will have to waste me one day.
I never said that! This whole thing is spinning out of control, all right? You're immune to some weirdo demon virus and I don't even know what the hell anymore.
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? Forget it.
Sam, please, man.
Hey, please.
Just give me some time.
Give me some time to think, okay? I'm begging you.
Please, man, please.
Honey? Huh? Oh.
Are you okay? Oh, I just had another nightmare.
It's fine, it's nothing.
- Just go back to sleep.
- Are you sure? - Yeah.
- Okay.
- Sam.
Hey, Ellen.
- Don't seem surprised to see me.
- Your brother's calling.
Worried sick.
- Looking for you.
- Yeah, I figured he might.
What's going on between you two? So, um how's Jo? - Well, I don't really know.
- What do you mean? I haven't seen her in weeks.
She sends a postcard now and again.
Well, what happened? Well, after she worked that job with you boys she decided she wanted to keep on hunting.
I said, "Not under my roof.
" And she said, "Fine.
" So I'm probably the last person you wanna see right now.
Oh, don't get me wrong.
I wish I could blame the hell out of you boys.
It'd be easier.
Truth is, it's not your fault.
Sam none of it is.
I want you to know that I forgave your daddy a long time ago for what happened to my Bill.
I just don't think he ever forgave himself.
What did happen? Um.
So why did you come here, sweetie? I need help.
What am I looking for, Sam? - Other people.
Other psychics like me.
As many as possible.
And I need a nationwide search.
But I thought there was no way to track them all down.
Not all of them had nursery fires like you did.
Well, no, but some had to.
Start there.
Done and done.
- That was fast.
- Well, apparently, that's my job.
Make a monkey dance at the keyboard.
Just tell us what you got, Ash.
Four folks fit the profile, nationwide.
Born in '83.
Mother died in a nursery fire, the whole shebang.
Four? That's it? Sam Winchester from Lawrence, Kansas.
Max Miller from Saginaw, Michigan.
Andrew Gallagher from Guthrie, Oklahoma.
And, uh, another name, Scott Carey.
- You got an address? Kind of.
The Arbor Hills Cemetery in Lafayette, Indiana.
Plot 486.
- So he's dead? - Killed about a month ago.
- Killed how? - Stabbed.
In a parking lot.
Fuzz don't have much.
No suspects.
All right.
Thank you.
- Where are you going? - Indiana.
Sam? I gotta call Dean, let him know where you are.
Ellen, I'm trying to find answers about who I am.
My brother means well, but he can't protect me from that.
Please.
You said you went to high school with Scott? Uh.
Yes, sir, I did.
I just heard about what happened.
I'm so sorry.
Scotty was a good boy.
But he changed a lot since you knew him.
What do you mean? It started about a year ago with these headaches then he got depressed, paranoid, nightmares.
Nightmares? Um.
Did he ever talk to you about his nightmares? What he saw? No, no.
He closed up on me.
I tried to get him help but nothing took.
He'd just lock himself in his room for days.
Do you think maybe I could see his room? Ah! Please.
- Who are you? You're in danger.
Okay, look, I know how all this sounds but I'm not insane and I'm not on drugs.
Okay? I'm normal.
This is way, way off the map for me.
All right, all right, just just calm down, okay? - What's your name? - Ava.
- Ava? - Ava Wilson.
Ava, I'm Sam Winchester, all right? Now, you were telling me about these dreams of yours? Oh, yeah, uh, okay-- About a year ago I started having these, like, headaches and just nightmares, I guess.
I didn't think much of it, until I had this one dream where I saw this guy get stabbed in a parking lot.
- When was this? - Uh, about a month ago, but anyway-- A couple of days later I found this.
I saw this guy die.
Days before it happened.
I don't know why, I don't know-- It's just, some reason my dreams are coming true.
And last night, I had another one.
- Okay.
- About you.
I saw you die.
- How did you find me? - Oh, uh You had motel stationery.
And I Googled the motel and it was real.
And so I just thought that I should warn you.
I don't believe this.
Of course you don't.
You think I'm a total nut job.
Wait, no, no, no, I mean, you must be one of us.
Sorry.
One of-- One of who? One of the psychics like me.
Look, Ava, I have visions too, all right? So-- So we're connected.
Okay, so you're nuts.
That's great.
No, okay, okay, look, did your mother happen to die in a house fire? No, my mother lives in Palm Beach.
So you don't fit the pattern either.
- Hello? - It's Ellen.
- Hey, have you heard from Sam? I have.
But he made me promise not to tell you where he is.
Come on, Ellen.
Something bad could be going on here and I swore I'd look after that kid.
They say you can't protect your loved ones forever.
Well, I say screw that.
What else is family for? He's in Lafayette, Indiana.
Thanks.
Why can't you just leave town? Please, before you blow up? No, I can't.
Oh, God.
Why not? Because there's something going on here, Ava.
With you.
With me.
I mean, there are others like us out there.
And we're all a part of something.
And I gotta figure out what.
Okay, you know what? Screw you, buddy, okay? Because I'm a secretary from Peoria.
And I'm not part of anything.
Do you see this? I am getting married in eight weeks.
I'm supposed to be home addressing invitations.
Which I'm way behind on, by the way.
But instead, I drove out here to save your weirdo ass.
But if you just wanna stay here and die, fine.
Me, I'm due back on planet Earth.
Don't you wanna know why this is happening? I mean, don't these visions scare the hell out of you? Because if you walk out that door right now you might never know the truth.
I need your help.
So, Miss Wilson, you're new in town? That's right.
And what made you decide to seek out therapy? - I have no idea.
- No? No.
I mean, I'm feeling really super anxious, right now.
Okay, anything else? Uh - Holy crap.
- What? I just remembered when I was a kid, I swallowed eight things of Pop Rocks and drank a can of Coke.
You don't think that counts as a suicide attempt, do you? Are you okay? - Am I okay? - Yeah.
I just helped you steal some dead guy's confidential psych files.
I'm awesome.
It started a little over a year ago.
Migraines at first.
Then I found that I could do stuff.
What do you mean, "do stuff"? I have this ability.
When I touch something, I can electrocute it if I want.
Thank God you're okay.
Oh, you're better than okay.
Sam, you sly dog.
What else does the yellow-eyed man say? He has plans for me.
He says there's a war coming.
And people like me, we're gonna be the soldiers.
Everything is about to change.
He's not talking about us, right? Yeah, I think he is.
Well-- But how can we turn into that? I don't-- Get down.
Oh, my God.
Tell me what's happening! Stay low.
Gordon.
You do that to my brother? I'll kill you.
Dean, wait.
Wait, I don't understand.
Shouldn't we be talking to the cops? Trust me, they wouldn't do us much good.
These are.
223 caliber.
Subsonic rounds.
The guy must have put a suppressor on the rifle.
Dude, who are you? Uh, I just-- I just, uh, watch a lot of T.
J.
Hooker.
- Who are you calling? - My brother.
I think we definitely need help.
Hello? - Dean.
Sam, I've been looking for you.
Yeah, uh, look, I'm in Indiana, uh, Lafayette.
- I know.
- You do? Yeah, I talked to Ellen.
I just got here myself.
It's a real funky town.
You ditched me, Sammy.
Yeah, I'm sorry, look, um - right now, there's someone after me.
- What? Who? I don't know.
That's what we need to find out.
Where are you? I'm staying at 5637 Monroe Street.
Why don't you meet me here? Yeah, sure.
Now, was that so hard? Bite me.
- What is it? - My brother's in trouble.
What? He gave me a code word.
Someone's got a gun on him.
- Code word? - Yeah, funky town.
Well, he thought of it.
It's kind of a long story.
Come on.
Gordy.
I know me and Sam ain't exactly your favorite people.
But don't you think this is a little extreme? What, you think this is revenge? We did leave you tied up in your own mess for three days ha-ha, which was awesome.
I'm sorry, I shouldn't laugh.
Yeah.
I was planning on whupping your ass for that.
- Mm-hm.
That's not what this is.
This isn't personal.
I'm not a killer, Dean.
I'm a hunter.
And your brother's fair game.
I don't think I should leave.
- I want you out of harm's way, Ava.
- What about you? - Harm's way doesn't really bother me.
No, but you are walking right into my vision.
- I mean, this is how you die.
- Doesn't matter.
It's my brother.
Maybe I can help.
You've done all you can.
Just-- Just go back to your fiancé.
Are you sure? Yes, I'm sure.
Go home, Ava.
You'll be safe there.
Well, just promise me you'll call.
When you get your brother to let me know that everything's all right.
I promise.
See, I was doing an exorcism down in Louisiana.
Teenage girl.
Seemed routine, some low-level demon.
But between the jabbering and head-spinning damn thing muttered something.
About a coming war.
I don't think it meant to.
It just kind of slipped out, but it was too late.
Piqued my interest.
And you can really make a demon talk, if you got the right tools.
What happened to the possessed girl? She didn't make it.
Well, you're a son of a bitch.
That's my mama you're talking about.
Anyway this demon tells me they have soldiers to fight in this coming war.
Humans, fighting on hell's side.
Do you believe that? I mean, they're psychics, so they're not exactly pure humans but still-- What kind of worthless scumbag you gotta be to turn against your own race? But you know the biggest kick in the ass? This demon said I knew one of them.
Our very own Sammy Winchester.
Oh, this is-- This is a whole new level of moronic, even for you.
Yeah.
Come on, Dean.
I know about Sam's visions.
- I know everything.
- Really? Because a demon told you? Ha-ha.
Yeah, and it wasn't lying.
Hey, Dean, I'm not some reckless yahoo, okay? I did my homework.
Made damn sure it was true.
Look, you got your Roadhouse connections I got mine.
That's how I found Sammy in the first place.
About a month ago, I found another one of these freaks, here in town.
He'd deep-fry a person just by touching them.
Yeah, did he kill anyone? Besides Mr.
Tinkles, the cat? No.
But he was working up to it.
They're all gonna be killers, Dean.
We gotta take them all out.
And that means Sammy too.
Think Sam's stupid enough to go to the front door? No, I don't.
Especially since I'm sure you found a way to warn him.
Ha.
You really think I'm that stupid? No.
Sammy's gonna scope the place first.
See me covering the front door.
So he's gonna take the back.
And when he does, he'll hit the tripwire.
Then boom.
Sam's not gonna fall for a frigging tripwire.
Maybe you're right.
That's why I'll have a second one.
Hey, look.
I'm sorry.
I wish I didn't have to do this, I really do.
But for what it's worth it'll be quick.
Come on, man.
I know Sam, okay? Better than anyone.
He's got more of a conscience than I do.
The guy feels guilty surfing Internet for porn.
Maybe you're right.
- But one day, he's gonna be a monster.
- How? Huh? How does Sam become a monster? - Beats me, but he will.
- No, you don't know that.
I'm surprised at you, Dean.
Getting all emotional.
I'd heard you were more of a professional than this.
Look, let's say you were cruising around in that car of yours and, uh, you had little Hitler riding shotgun, right? Back when he was just some goofy, crappy artist.
But you knew what he was gonna turn into someday.
You'd take him out.
No questions.
Am I right? - That's not Sam.
- Yes, it is.
You just can't see it yet.
Dean, it's his destiny.
Look I'm sympathetic.
He's your brother.
You love the guy.
This has gotta hurt like hell for you.
But here's the thing.
It would've wrecked him.
But your dad if it came right down to it, he'd have the stones to do the right thing here.
Are you telling me you're not the man he is? You hear him? Here he comes.
Hold on.
Not yet.
Just wait and see.
Sorry, Dean.
Drop the gun.
Shouldn't take your shoes off around here.
- You might get tetanus.
- Put it down now! You wouldn't shoot me, would you, Sammy? Because your brother, he thinks you're some kind of saint.
Yeah? Well, I wouldn't be so sure.
See, that's what I said.
You're no better than the filthy things you hunt.
Do it.
Do it! Show your brother the killer you really are, Sammy.
It's Sam.
- Son of a-- - Dean, no.
I let him live once.
I won't make the same mistake twice.
Trust me.
Gordon's taken care of.
Come on.
Come on.
You call this "taken care of"? - What the hell are we doing? - Just trust me on this.
Drop your weapons.
Get down on your knees.
Do it now.
Hands above your head now! On the ground, right now! Do it! Put your hands on your head.
Easy, now.
Look at this.
Look at this, guys.
Anonymous tip.
You're a fine, upstanding citizen, Sam.
- Gordon Walker was hunting Sam? - He almost killed us.
- Somebody can't keep her mouth shut.
- And you honestly think it was me? Or Ash, or Jo? No way.
Who else knows about Sam, huh? You must've been talking to somebody.
You can say a lot of things about us, but we aren't disloyal and we're not stupid.
We haven't breathed a word of this.
Gordon said he had Roadhouse connections.
And this roadhouse is full of other hunters.
They're all smart, they're good trackers each of them with their own patterns and connections.
Hell, I could name 12 of them right now that are capable of putting this together.
I am sorry about what happened, Dean.
But I can't control these people.
Or what they choose to believe.
Hey, Ava.
It's Sam again, um.
Call me when you get this.
Just wanna make sure you got home okay.
All right, bye.
Everything all right? Yeah, I hope so.
Well, Gordon should be reaching for the soap for the next few years at least.
Yeah.
If they pin Scott Carey's murder on him.
And if he doesn't bust out.
Dude, if you ever take off like that again What? You'll kill me? - That's so not funny.
- Ha-ha-ha.
All right.
All right, so where to next then? - One word.
Amsterdam.
- Dean-- I hear the coffee shops don't even serve coffee.
- I'm not gonna just ditch the job.
- Screw the job.
Screw it.
I'm sick of the job.
We don't get paid, we don't get thanked.
Only thing we get's bad luck.
Well, come on, dude.
You're a hunter.
It's what you were meant to do.
I wasn't meant to do anything.
I don't believe in that crap.
You mean you don't believe in my destiny.
Well, whatever.
Look, Dean, I've tried running before.
I ran all the way to California, and look what happened.
You can't run from this.
And you can't protect me.
I can try.
Thanks for that.
Look, Dean, I'm gonna keep hunting.
I mean, whatever is coming, I'm taking it head-on.
So if you really want to watch my back, I guess you'll have to stick around.
- Bitch.
- Jerk.
You're calling that Ava girl again? Are you sweet on her or something? - She's engaged, Dean.
- So? What's the point of saving the world if you can't get a little nookie? What? Just a feeling.
How far is it to Peoria? Hello? Is anybody home? Oh, my God.
Hey.
Sulphur.
Demon's been here.
Ava.