Supernatural s02e22 Episode Script

Back in 1835, Samuel Colt made a special gun.
They say this gun can kill anything.
The Colt is gone and it seems pretty damn likely that the demon is behind all of this.
Whoops.
Crossroads are where pacts are made.
Selling your soul.
Rituals like this.
You put your photo in the mix, right? I know all about you, Dean Winchester.
I'm looking for the best and brightest.
- I'm Sam.
- I'm Jake.
This is a competition.
Only one of you crazy kids is gonna make it out of here alive.
You are tough, smart.
You're well trained, Sam.
You're my favorite.
- Sam.
- Dean.
Sam, look out.
No.
Sam.
Dean? Brought you this back.
No, thanks.
I'm fine.
You should eat something.
I said I'm fine.
Dean.
I hate to bring this up, I really do.
But don't you think maybe it's time we bury Sam? No.
- Well, we could maybe-- - What, torch his corpse? Not yet.
I want you to come with me.
I'm not going anywhere.
- Dean, please.
- Would you cut me some slack? I just don't think you should be alone, that's all.
I gotta admit I could use your help.
Something big is going down.
- End-of-the-world big.
- Well, then let it end! You don't mean that.
You don't think so? Huh? You don't think I've given enough? You don't think I've paid enough? I'm done with it.
All of it.
If you knew what's good for you, turn around and get the hell out of here.
Go! I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
Please, just go.
You know where I'll be.
Howdy, Jake.
I-- I'm dreaming, aren't I? I got a genius on my hands.
Well, congratulations, Jake, you're it.
Last man standing.
The American Idol.
I have to admit, you weren't the horse I was betting on but still, I gotta give it to you.
Go to hell.
Been there.
Done that.
Everything you put me through.
Dragging me to that place, making me kill those people.
All part of the beauty pageant.
Jake, I needed the strongest.
And that's you.
Needed me for what? Oh, I got a laundry list of tasty things for you.
The only thing I'm gonna do, is wake up hunt you down and kill you myself.
You know, others have tried.
It's not easy.
Trust me, Jake, you wanna be a good little soldier here.
And if I'm not? If you're a bad little soldier? Well, that dear old mom of yours that adorable little sister? I'll make certain that they both live long enough to know the chewy taste of their own intestines.
No, Jake, I'm not bluffing.
What do you want me to do? Like I said.
Genius.
You know, when we were little and you couldn't have been more than 5 you just started asking questions.
How come we didn't have a mom? Why do we always have to move around? Where'd Dad go? He'd take off for days at a time.
I remember I begged you, "Quit asking, Sammy.
Man, you don't wanna know.
" I just wanted you to be a kid.
Just for a little while longer.
I always tried to protect you.
Keep you safe.
Dad didn't even have to tell me.
It was just always my responsibility, you know? It's like I had one job.
That one job.
And I screwed it up.
I blew it.
And for that, I'm sorry.
I guess that's what I do.
I let down the people I love.
I let Dad down.
And now, I guess I'm just supposed to let you down too? How can I? How am I supposed to live with that? What am I supposed to do? Sammy.
What am I supposed to do? What am I supposed to do? Oh, come on already.
Show your face, you bitch.
Easy, sugar, you'll wake the neighbors.
Dean.
It is so, so good to see you.
I mean it.
Look at you.
Gone and got your family killed.
All alone in the world.
It's too sweet.
Excuse me, you're gonna have to give me a moment.
Sometimes you gotta stop and smell the roses.
I should send you straight back to hell.
Oh, you should.
But you won't.
And I know why.
- Oh, yeah? - Yeah.
Following in Daddy's footsteps.
You wanna make a deal.
Little Sammy, back from the dead.
And let me guess, you're offering up your own soul? There are a hundred other demons who'd love to get their hands on it.
And it's all yours.
All you gotta do is bring Sam back.
You give me 10 years.
Ten years and then you come for me.
You must be joking.
It's the same deal you give everybody else.
You're not everybody else.
Why would I wanna give you anything? Keep your gutter soul, it's too tarnished anyway.
- Nine years.
- No.
- Eight.
- You keep going, I'll keep saying no.
Okay, five years.
Five years, then my bill comes due.
That's my last offer.
Five years or no deal.
Then no deal.
- Fine.
- Fine.
Make sure you bury Sam before he starts stinking up the joint.
Wait.
It's a fire sale and everything must go.
What do I have to do? First of all, quit groveling.
Needy guys are such a turnoff.
Look.
Look, I shouldn't be doing this.
I could get in a lot of trouble.
But what can I say? I got a blind spot for you, Dean.
You're like a puppy, you're just too fun to play with.
I'll do it.
- You'll bring him back? - I will.
And because I'm just such a saint, I'll give you one year and one year only.
But here's the thing.
If you try and welch or weasel your way out, then the deal is off.
Sam drops dead, he's back to rotten meat in no time.
So? It's a better deal than your Dad ever got.
What do you say? Sammy? - Thank God.
- Hey.
Ow.
Uh, Dean.
Sorry.
I'm sorry, man, I'm just-- I'm happy to see you up and around, that's all.
- Come on, sit down.
- Okay.
Dean, what happened to me? Well, what do you remember? I-- I saw you and Bobby and-- Then I felt this pain.
This sharp pain, like white hot, you know.
And then you started running at me and that's about it.
Yeah, that kid stabbed you in the back.
You lost a lot of blood.
You know, it was pretty touch and go for a while.
But, Dean, you can't patch up a wound that bad.
No, Bobby could.
- Who was that kid anyway? - His name's Jake.
- Did you get him? - No.
He disappeared in the woods.
We gotta find him, Dean.
And I swear, I'm gonna tear that son of a bitch apart.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Easy, Van Damme.
You just woke up.
Let's get you something to eat.
Huh? You want something to eat? I'm starving.
Come on.
And that's when you guys showed up.
That's awful.
Poor Andy.
Demon said he only wanted one of us to walk out alive.
- And he told you that? - Yup.
- Appeared in a dream.
- He tell you anything else? No.
No, that was it, nothing else.
You know, what I don't get, Dean, is if the demon only wanted one of us then how did Jake and I both get away? Well, I mean, they left you for dead.
I'm sure they thought it was over.
Now that Yellow Eyes has Jake, what's he gonna do with him? I don't know.
But whatever it is, we gotta stop it.
Well, hold on, all right? You need to get your rest.
- We got time.
- No, we don't.
Sam, oceans aren't boiling, okay? Frogs aren't raining from the sky.
Let's get you your strength back first.
Well, did you call the Roadhouse? They know anything? Yeah.
Dean, what is it? The Roadhouse burned to the ground.
Ash is dead.
Probably, Ellen, a lot of other hunters too.
- Demons? - Yeah, we think so.
- We think because Ash found something.
- What did he find? Bobby's working on that right now.
Well, come on then.
Bobby's only a few hours away.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Stop, Sam, stop.
Damn it.
You almost died in there.
I mean, what would I have--? Can't you just take care of yourself for a little bit, huh? Just for a little bit.
I'm sorry.
No.
- Hey, Bobby.
- Hey, Bobby.
Sam.
It's good to see you up and around.
Yeah.
Well, thanks for patching me up.
Don't mention it.
Well, Sam's better.
And we're back in it now.
So, what do you know? Well, I found something.
But I'm not sure what the hell it means.
What is it? Demonic omens.
Like a frigging tidal wave.
Cattle deaths, lightning storms.
They've skyrocketed from out of nowhere.
Here.
All around here.
Except for one place.
- Southern Wyoming.
- Wyoming? Yeah, that one area's totally clean.
Spotless.
- It's almost as if - What? the demons are surrounding it.
You don't know why? No, and by this point my eyes are swimming.
Would you take a look at it? Maybe you can catch something I couldn't.
Yeah.
Sure.
Come on, Dean.
I got some more books in the truck.
Help me lug them in.
Yeah.
You stupid ass.
What did you do? What did you do? You made a deal.
For Sam, didn't you? - How long they give you? - Bobby.
How long? One year.
Damn it, Dean.
Which is why we gotta find this yellow-eyed son of a bitch.
That's why I'm gonna kill him myself.
I mean, I got nothing to lose now, right? I could throttle you.
And send me downstairs ahead of schedule? What is it with you Winchesters, huh? You, your dad, you're both just itching to throw yourselves down the pit.
That's my point.
Dad brought me back, Bobby, I'm not even supposed to be here.
At least this way, something good can come out of it, you know.
Like my life can mean something.
What, and it didn't before? Have you got that low an opinion of yourself? Are you that screwed in the head? I couldn't let him die, Bobby.
I couldn't.
He's my brother.
How is your brother gonna feel when he knows you're going to hell? How'd you feel when you knew your dad went for you? You can't tell him.
You take a shot at me, whatever you gotta do.
But please don't tell him.
Ellen? Ellen.
Oh, God.
Bobby, is this really necessary? Just a belt of holy water.
Shouldn't hurt.
Whiskey now, if you don't mind.
- Ellen, what happened? How'd you get out? - I wasn't supposed to.
I was supposed to be in there with everybody else.
But we ran out of pretzels, of all things.
Was just dumb luck.
Anyway, that's when Ash called, panic in his voice.
He told me to look in the safe.
Then the call cut out.
By the time I got back, the flames were sky high.
Everybody was dead.
I couldn't have been gone more than 15 minutes.
Sorry, Ellen.
Lot of good people died in there.
And I got to live.
Lucky me.
Ellen, you mentioned a safe.
- A hidden safe we keep in the basement.
- Demons get what was in it? No.
Wyoming? What does that mean? I don't believe it.
What, you got something? A lot more than that.
Each of these X's is an abandoned frontier church, all mid-19th century.
And all of them built by Samuel Colt.
Samuel Colt? The demon-killing, gun-making Samuel Colt? Yep.
And there's more.
He built private railway lines connecting church to church.
That just happens to lay out like this.
- Tell me that's not what I think it is.
- It's a Devil's Trap.
- A hundred-square-mile Devil's Trap.
- That's brilliant.
Iron lines, demons can't cross.
- I never heard of anything that massive.
- No one has.
All these years none of the lines are broken? I mean, it still works? Definitely.
- How do you know? - All those omens Bobby found.
I mean, the demons, they must be circling and they can't get in.
- Yeah, well, they're trying.
- Why? What's inside? That's what I've been looking for.
And, uh, there's nothing except an old cowboy cemetery right in the middle.
Why? What's so important about a cemetery? What's Colt trying to protect? - Well, unless-- - Unless what? What if Colt wasn't trying to keep demons out? What if he was keeping something in? - Now, that's a comforting thought.
- Yeah, you think? - Could they do it? Could they get inside? - This thing's so powerful you'd practically need an A-bomb to destroy it.
No way a full-blood demon gets across.
No.
But I know who could.
Howdy, Jake.
So did you have a nice trip? I'm here.
I did what you asked.
Now what? Fifty miles, thataway.
There's a cemetery, a crypt.
You gotta open that for me.
Think you can manage that, sport? You know what? Screw you and your freaky orders.
Go do it yourself.
Oh, I can't.
I can't go that way.
- Not yet.
- Why not? I just can't.
But if you're gonna open that crypt for me, you're gonna need a key.
- A gun? - Oh, this isn't just any gun, Jake.
This is the only gun in the whole universe that can shoot me dead.
- Is that so? - Yep.
Here, take it.
Oh, my.
I'm shocked at this unforeseen turn of events.
Go ahead, Jake.
Squeeze that trigger.
Be all you can be.
This'll all be over.
Your life can go back to normal.
Course, the Army won't take you back because you're AWOL.
But I'm sure you could get your old job at the factory back.
But then on the other hand, the rest of your life and your family's could be money and honey, health and wealth.
Every day is ice cream Sunday.
And all you gotta do is this one little thing.
- Why me? - Oh, Jake, it's gotta be you.
I've been waiting for you for a very long time.
You're my leader.
You open that crypt and you will have your army.
- You're talking about the end of the world.
- No, not the end.
The beginning.
A better world.
Where your family will be protected.
More than that.
They'll be royalty.
Buddy boy, you'll have the chance to get in on the ground floor of a thrilling opportunity.
What do you say? It's your call.
Attababy.
Howdy, Jake.
Oh, you.
You were dead.
I killed you.
Yeah? Well, next time finish the job.
I did.
I cut clean through your spinal cord, man.
You can't be alive.
- You can't be.
- Okay.
Just take it real easy there, son.
- And if I don't? - Wait and see.
What, you a tough guy all of a sudden? What are you gonna do? - Kill me? - It's a thought.
You had your chance.
You couldn't.
I won't make that mistake twice.
What are you smiling at, you little bitch? Hey, lady.
Do me a favor.
Put that gun to your head.
See, that Ava girl was right.
Once you give into it, there's all sorts of new Jedi Mind Tricks you can learn.
- Let her go.
- Shoot him.
You'll be mopping up skull before you get a shot off.
Everybody put your guns down.
Except you, sweetheart.
Okay.
Thank you.
Please.
No.
Please-- - Oh, no.
- Bobby, what is it? It's hell.
Take cover.
Now.
- What the hell just happened? - That's a Devil's Gate, a damn door to hell.
Come on, we gotta shut that gate.
If the demon gave this to Jake then maybe-- Boys shouldn't play with Daddy's guns.
Dean.
I'll get to you in a minute, champ.
But I'm proud of you.
I knew you had it in you.
Sit a spell.
So, Dean, I gotta thank you.
You see, demons can't resurrect people unless a deal is made.
I know, red tape, it'll make you nuts.
But thanks to you, Sammy's back in rotation.
Ha, ha.
Now, I wasn't counting on that but I'm glad.
I liked him better than Jake anyhow.
Tell me, you ever heard the expression: "If a deal sounds too good to be true, it probably is"? You call that deal good? Ah, it's a better shake than your Dad ever got.
And you never wondered why.
I'm surprised at you.
I mean, you saw what your brother just did to Jake, right? That was pretty cold, wasn't it? How certain are you that what you brought back is 100 percent pure Sam? After everything you've been through.
Everything you've-- You of all people should know that what's dead should stay dead.
Anyway thanks a bunch.
I knew I kept you alive for some reason.
Until now anyway.
I couldn't have done it without your pathetic self-loathing self-destructive desire to sacrifice yourself for your family.
Well, check that off the to do list.
- You did it.
- I didn't do it alone.
Do you think Dad really--? You think he really climbed out of hell? A door was open.
If anyone's stubborn enough to do it it'd be him.
Where do you think he is now? I don't know.
I kind of can't believe it, Dean.
I mean-- Our whole lives, everything, has been prepping for this.
And now, I-- I kind of don't know what to say.
I do.
That was for our mom.
You son of a bitch.
You know, when Jake saw me it was like he saw a ghost.
I mean, hell, you heard him, Dean.
He said he killed me.
Glad he was wrong.
I don't think he was, Dean.
What happened? After I was stabbed? - I already told you.
- Not everything.
Sam, we just killed the demon.
Can we celebrate for a minute? Did I die? Oh, come on.
Did you sell your soul for me? Like Dad did for you? Come on.
No.
Tell me the truth.
- Dean, tell me the truth.
- Sam.
How long you get? One year.
I got one year.
You shouldn't have done that.
- How could you do that? - Don't get mad at me.
Don't you do that.
I had to.
I had to look out for you.
- That's my job.
- And what do you think my job is? - What? - You saved my life over and over.
I mean, you sacrifice everything for me.
Don't you think I'd do the same for you? You're my big brother.
There's nothing I wouldn't do for you.
And I don't care what it takes.
I'm gonna get you out of this.
Guess I gotta save your ass for a change.
Yeah.
Well Yellow-Eyed Demon might be dead but a lot more got through that gate.
How many you think? A hundred.
Maybe 200.
It's an army.
He's unleashed an army.
Hope to hell you boys are ready.
Because the war's just begun.
Well, then we got work to do.