Supernatural s04e02 Episode Script

Look, Sam.
We save a lot of people, but we just can't save them all.
I'm Meg.
Ronald Reznick.
This is Special Agent Victor Henriksen.
Dean, you're not gonna go to hell.
Sic him, boy.
Somebody help me! Pretty slick, Sam.
What the hell's going on, Ruby? - Who are you? - Castiel.
I'm the one who raised you from perdition.
- What are you? - I'm an angel of the Lord.
And why would an angel rescue me from hell? Because God commanded it.
Because we have work for you.
Hey, it's O/ivia.
I'm not in, /eave a message.
O/ivia.
It's Bobby.
Ca/ me back, wi/ you? I got something big.
I cou/d use your he/p.
You.
I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.
Tell me what it could've been.
All I know is I was not groped by an angel.
Why do you think this Castiel would lie to you about it? Maybe he's some kind of demon.
Demons lie.
A demon who's immune to salt rounds? And devils' traps? And Ruby's knife? Dean, Lilith is scared of that thing.
Don't you think that if angels were real, some hunter somewhere would have seen one, at some point, ever? Yeah, you just did, Dean.
Trying to come up with a theory, okay? - Dean, we have a theory.
Yeah.
One with a little less fairy dust.
I'm not saying we know for sure, I'm just saying that I think Okay, okay.
That's the point.
We don't know for sure.
I'm not gonna believe this thing is an angel of the Lord because it says so.
You two chuckleheads wanna keep arguing religion or you wanna come take a look at this? I got stacks of lore.
Biblical, pre-Biblical some of it's in damn cuneiform.
It all says an angel can snatch a soul from the pit.
- What else? - What else what? - What else could do it? - Airlift your ass out of the hot box? As far as I can tell, nothing.
- Dean, this is good news.
- How? Because for once this isn't just another round of demon crap.
Maybe you were saved by one of the good guys.
Okay.
Say it's true.
Say there are angels.
Then what? There's a God? At this point, Vegas money's on "yeah.
" - I don't know, guys.
- Okay, look.
I know you're not all choir boy about this stuff.
But this is becoming less about faith and more and more about proof.
- Proof? - Yes.
Proof that there's a God out there that gives a crap about me personally? - I'm sorry but I'm not buying it.
- Why not? Because why me? If there is a God out there, why would he give a crap about me? - Dean - I've saved some people.
I figure that made up for the stealing and the ditching chicks.
But why do I deserve to get saved? I'm just a regular guy.
Apparently, you're a regular guy that's important to the man upstairs.
Well, that creeps me out.
I don't like getting singled out at birthday parties, much less by God.
Okay, well, too bad, Dean because I think he wants you to strap on your party hat.
Fine.
What do we know about angels? Start reading.
You're gonna get me some pie.
Yes, Dean, I'll get the chips.
Dude, when have I ever forgotten the pie? Exactly.
I gotta go.
Yeah.
All right, bye.
- Ruby.
- So is it true? - Is what true? - Did an angel rescue Dean? You heard.
Who hasn't? We're not 100 percent sure, but I think so.
Okay.
- Bye, Sam.
- Whoa, whoa.
What's? Wait.
- What's going on? - Sam.
They're angels.
I'm a demon.
They're not gonna care if I'm being helpful.
They smite first, and then they ask questions later.
- What do you know about them? - Not much.
I've never met one.
And I don't really wanna.
All I know is that they scare the holy hell out of me.
- Watch yourself, Sam.
- Heh.
I'm not scared of angels.
- Keep the engine running.
- Why, what's going on? I got a friend, one state over.
Olivia Lowry.
Trying to reach her for three days on this angel thing.
Not like her to ignore calls.
- Olivia Lowry.
A hunter, right? - Yeah.
We're gonna go check on her.
You guys follow me.
Scoot over.
- Yeah.
- Dude? - Yeah? Where's the pie? Olivia? Bobby? Salt line.
Oh.
Olivia was rocking the EMF meter.
Spirit activity.
Yeah, on steroids.
I've never seen a ghost do this to a person.
Bobby, you all right? - I called some hunters nearby.
- We could use the help.
Except they ain't answering their phones either.
Something's up, huh? You think? Yeah, this is Jed.
I'm not around.
Leave a message.
Jed, Dean Winchester again, friend of Bobby Singer's.
Something's happening.
We think it's happening to hunters.
Wanna make sure you're okay.
Ca/ me back.
Yeah, we're at Jed's.
It's not pretty.
Worse than Olivia.
What about you? I checked on Car/ Bates and R.
C.
Adams.
They've redecorated.
In red.
What the hell's going on here, Bobby? Why would ghosts wanna gank off-duty hunters? I don't know.
But until we find out, you guys get your asses to my place.
We're on our way.
Hi, Sam.
It's been a while.
Hi, guys.
It's been a while.
Heh-heh.
- So how do we survive? - Henriksen? Are you? Did you? I didn't survive if that's what you're asking.
I'm sorry.
- I know you are.
- Lf we'd known Lilith was coming You wouldn't have left innocent people in that police station to die in your place.
You did this to me.
It was your fault.
She was after you, and I paid the price.
You left us there to die.
Damn it, Bobby.
Pick up.
How you feeling? - How many fingers am I holding up? - None.
I'll be fine, Dean.
- Henriksen.
- Yep.
- Why? What did he want? - Revenge.
Because we got him killed.
- Sam.
- Well, we did, Dean.
All right.
Stop right there.
Whatever's going on, it's happening to us.
I can't get ahold of Bobby.
So if you're not thinking answers, don't think at all.
Bobby? I'll go.
You check outside.
Bobby? Bobby? Bobby? Come out, come out, whoever you are.
Dean Winchester.
Still so bossy.
You don't recognize me? This is what I looked like before that demon cut my hair and dressed me like a slut.
This is Dean.
Meg? Hi.
It's okay.
I'm not a demon.
You're the girl the demon possessed.
Meg Masters.
Nice to finally talk to you when I'm not you know, choking on my own blood.
It's okay.
Seriously.
I'm just a college girl.
Sorry, was.
I was walking home one night, got jumped by all this smoke.
Next thing you know, I'm a prisoner in here.
You know, I was awake.
I had to watch while she murdered people.
- I'm sorry.
- Oh, yeah? So sorry you had me thrown off a building? - Well, we thought - No, you didn't think.
I kept waiting, praying.
I was trapped in there screaming at you, "Just help me, please!" You're supposed to help people.
Dean, why didn't you help me? - I'm sorry.
- Stop saying you're sorry! Meg.
Meg.
- We didn't know.
- No.
You just attacked.
Did you ever think there was a girl in here? No, you just charged in, slashing and burning.
You think you're some kind of hero? - No.
I don't.
- Damn right.
Do you have any idea what it's like to be ridden for months by pure evil while your family has no idea what happened to you? - We did the best we could.
- Uhn! - Are you scared, Bobby? - We were scared, Bobby.
- When the monster came for us.
- And grabbed us tight.
- And we couldn't even scream.
- You were right there, Bobby.
- You were in the house.
- You were so close.
Bobby? - You could have saved us, Bobby.
- I'm here, Bobby.
You walked right past that door.
- The monster had us.
- And you didn't find us.
And now, they won't find you.
It wasn't just me, Dean.
I had a sister.
A little sister.
She worshiped me.
You know how little siblings are, right? How they'll do anything for you? She was never the same after I disappeared.
She just She just got lost.
And when my body was lying in the morgue? - Beat up, broken? - Meg.
Do you know what that did to her? She killed herself! Because of you, Dean.
Because all you were thinking about was your family your revenge and your demons.
Fifty words of Latin a little sooner, and I'd still be alive.
My baby sister would still be alive.
- That blood is on your hands, Dean.
- You're right.
Bobby! Hold on, Bobby! I'm coming! Bobby! Ooh.
Come on, Dean.
Did your brain get french-fried in hell? - You can't shoot me with bullets.
- I'm not shooting you.
Iron.
- So they're all people we know? - Not just know.
People we couldn't save.
I saw something on Meg.
Did she have a tattoo when she was alive? - I don't think so.
- Like a mark on her hand.
- Almost like a brand.
- I saw a mark too, on Henriksen.
- What did it look like? - Paper? Thanks.
That's it.
I may have seen this before.
- We gotta move.
Follow me.
Oh.
Okay.
Where are we going? Someplace safe, you idiot.
- Bobby, is this? - Solid iron.
Completely coated in salt.
One hundred percent ghost-proof.
You built a panic room? I had a weekend off.
Bobby? - What? You're awesome.
Oh.
This is why I can't get behind God.
- What are you talking about? - Lf he doesn't exist, fine.
Bad crap happens to good people, that's how it is.
And no rhyme or reason, just random, horrible, evil.
I get it.
Okay? I can roll with that.
But if he is out there, what's wrong with him? Where the hell is he while these decent people are getting torn to shreds? How does he live with himself, you know? Why doesn't he help? I ain't touching this one with a 10-foot pole.
- Found it.
- What? The symbol you saw.
The brand on the ghosts.
- Mark of the Witness.
Witness? - Witness to what? - The unnatural.
None of them died what you'd call ordinary deaths.
See, these ghosts, they were forced to rise.
They woke up in agony.
They're like rabid dogs.
It ain't their fault.
Someone rose them on purpose.
- Who? - Do I look like I know? But whoever it was used a spell so powerful it left a mark.
A brand on their souls.
Whoever did this had big plans.
It's called the Rising of the Witnesses.
- It figures into an ancient prophecy.
- Wait, wait.
What book is that prophecy from? Well, the widely distributed version's just for tourists, you know.
But long story short: Revelations.
This is a sign, boys.
A sign of what? The apocalypse.
- Apocalypse.
- Yep.
As in "apocalypse" apocalypse? The four horsemen, pestilence $5-a-gallon-gas apocalypse? - That's the one.
The Rise of the Witnesses is a mile marker.
- Okay.
So, what do we do now? - Pfft.
Road trip.
Yeah.
Grand Canyon, Star Trek Experience, BunnyRanch.
First things first.
How about we survive our friends out there? Great.
Any ideas, aside from staying in this room until Judgment Day? It's a spell to send the witnesses back to rest.
- Should work.
- "Should"? Ha.
Great.
If I translated correctly.
I think I got everything we need here at the house.
Any chance you got everything we need here in this room? So you thought our luck was gonna start now all of a sudden? Spell's gotta be cast over an open fire.
- Heh.
Fireplace in the library.
- Bingo.
It's just not as appealing as a ghost-proof panic room, you know? Cover each other, and aim careful.
Don't run out of ammo until I'm done, or they'll shred you.
Ready? Hey, Dean.
You remember me? Everybody on the floor, now! - He's got the laser eyes.
- Ronald? Huh? With the laser eyes? - I wish I could say it's good to see you.
- I am dead because of you.
You were supposed to help me.
If you're gonna shoot, shoot.
Don't talk.
Upstairs.
Linen closet.
Red hex box.
- It'll be heavy.
- Got it.
Bobby.
Kitchen.
Cutlery drawer.
It's got a false bottom.
Hemlock, opium, wormwood.
- Opium? - Go.
Bobby.
You walked right by us while that monster ate us all up.
You could've saved us.
You know what really pisses me off, Sam? You saw how I suffered, for months.
I thought you must have learned something.
- I thought I died for something.
- Meg.
But what you're doing with that demon, Ruby? How many innocent bodies has Ruby burned through for kicks? How many girls just like me? And you don't send her back to hell? You're a monster.
- Dean? - I'm all right, Bobby.
Keep working.
- Victor.
- Dean.
- I know.
- No, you don't.
It's my fault you're dead.
I left you behind.
And the minute I heard about that explosion, I thought I should've known.
I should've protected you.
Nuh-uh.
Not so fast.
You think you left, then Lilith came and we all died in a beautiful blast of white light? If only.
Forty-five minutes.
- What? - Over 45 minutes.
Lilith said she wanted to have some fun.
The secretary was first.
Remember her? Nancy? The virgin? Lilith filleted Nancy's skin off, piece by piece.
Right in front of us.
Made us watch.
- Nancy never stopped screaming.
- No.
I was the last.
Victor, I'm Tell me how it's fair.
You get saved from hell, I die? Why do you deserve another chance, Dean? - You all right? - No.
- Let's go.
Come on.
- Uhn! Ronald.
Hey, come on, man.
- I thought we were pals.
- That's when I was breathing.
Now I'm gonna eat you alive.
Heh-heh.
Well Come on.
I'm not a cheeseburger.
Sam! - Sam! - Cover Bobby.
Dean.
- Fireplace.
- Aah! Aah.
Bobby.
Excellent job with the witnesses.
- You were hip to all this? - I was, uh, made aware.
Well, thanks a lot for the angelic assistance.
You know, I almost got my heart ripped out of my chest.
But you didn't.
I thought angels were supposed to be guardians.
Fluffy wings, halos You know, Michael Landon.
Not dicks.
Read the Bible.
Angels are warriors of God.
- I'm a soldier.
- Yeah? Then why didn't you fight? I'm not here to perch on your shoulder.
- We had larger concerns.
- Concerns? There were people getting torn to shreds down here.
And by the way, while all this is going on where the hell is your boss, huh, if there is a God? - There's a God.
- I'm not convinced.
Because if there's a God, what the hell is he waiting for? Genocide? Monsters roaming the earth? The freaking apocalypse? At what point does he lift a damn finger and help the poor bastards stuck down here? The Lord works If you say "mysterious ways," so help me, I will kick your ass.
So Bobby was right about the witnesses? Was this some kind of a sign of the apocalypse? That's why we're here.
Big things afoot.
Do I wanna know what kind of things? I sincerely doubt it, but you need to know.
The Rising of the Witnesses is one of the 66 seals.
I'm guessing that's not a show at SeaWorld.
Those seals are being broken by Lilith.
She did the spell, she rose the witnesses? Mm-hm.
And not just here.
- Twenty other hunters are dead.
- Of course.
She picked victims the hunters couldn't save.
So that they would barrel right after us.
- Lilith has a certain sense of humor.
- We put those spirits back to rest.
Doesn't matter.
The seal was broken.
Why break the seal, anyway? You think of the seals as locks on a door.
Okay.
Last one opens and? Lucifer walks free.
Lucifer? I thought Lucifer was just a story they told at demon Sunday school.
There's no such thing.
Three days ago, you thought there was no such thing as me.
Why do you think we're here, walking among you now for the first time in 2000 years? To stop Lucifer.
It's why we've arrived.
Well, bang-up job so far.
Stellar work with the witnesses.
It's nice.
We tried.
There are other battles.
Other seals.
Some we'll win, some we'll lose.
This one we lost.
Our numbers are not unlimited.
Six of my brothers died in the field this week.
You think the armies of heaven should just follow you around? There's a bigger picture here.
You should show me some respect.
I dragged you out of hell.
I can throw you back in.
Ha.
You all right? What's wrong, Dean? So, ahem, you got no problem believing in God and angels? No, not really.
So I guess that means you believe in the devil.
Why are you asking me all this?