Supernatural s07e02 Episode Script

Mr.
Singer.
I believe you know Sheriff Mills.
[GRUNTING.]
[GUN CLICKS.]
It's his soul.
It's gone.
DEATH: Sam.
I'm gonna put up a barrier.
Don't scratch the wall.
[SCREAMS.]
LUCIFER: You know who I am.
SAM: Lucifer.
Hi, Sam.
I think this is my best torture yet.
You never left, Sam.
You're still in the cage with me.
SAM: No.
This can't be happening.
[GRUNTS.]
DEATH: Your vessel is melting.
You're going to explode.
There are things much older than souls in purgatory and you gulped those in too.
- What older things? - The Leviathans.
CASTIEL: I can't hold them back.
- Hold who back? Leviathan! Cass? Cass is Hmm, he's gone.
[GRUNTS.]
Now, this is going to be so much fun.
[LAUGHING.]
[LAUGHING.]
Bobby? How many of you ass-clowns are in there? Hundred? More? Your vessel is gonna explode, ain't it? Wouldn't do anything too strenuous.
In fact, I'd call it a day, head on home, huh? We'll be back for you.
Well, this is a new one.
[GRUNTING.]
You're not real.
LUCIFER: Right.
You think this fruit bat fever dream is reality? You come back, I'm sorry, with no soul, like some peppy American Psycho till Saint Dean glues you back together again by buying you some magic amnesia? [GASPS.]
You're real.
I'm very real.
Everything between is what we call set dressing.
- No.
- You're still in my cell.
You're my bunkmate, buddy.
You're my little bitch in every sense of the term.
Sam? Sam? DEAN: Sam.
You hearing me? [GASPS.]
Look at me.
Hey.
All right, we gotta button this up.
Come on.
Let's get out of here.
- Okay.
DEAN: Come on.
Oh, hell.
[BOBBY SIGHS.]
Damn it.
You said it.
Those whatever-you-call-thems Leviathan.
Right.
If they're in the pipes they got themselves a highway to anywhere.
Awesome.
Okay.
So he's gone.
Yup.
Rest in peace.
If that's in the cards.
Dumb son of a bitch.
Well, he was friends with us, wasn't he? Can't get much dumber than that.
Come on.
Those things will be coming up for air soon.
[THE DOOBIE BROTHERS' "BLACK WATER" PLAYING ON RADIO.]
Mississippi moon Won't you keep on shinin' on me Yeah, keep on shinin' your light [RATTLING.]
Gonna make everything Pretty mama Gonna make everything all right [MUSIC STOPS.]
[GRUNTS THEN COUGHS.]
LUCIFER: Hey, wake up, sunshine.
Up and at them, Atom Man.
DEAN: Sammy.
LUCIFER: Sammy.
- Sammy.
Hey, whoa.
That's 12 hours straight.
I'm calling that rested.
Here, hydrate.
And, uh, protein-ate.
Ahem, breakfast in bed.
Don't get used to it.
Let me see that hand.
LUCIFER: Oh, he wants to hold your little hand.
How sweet.
[GRUNTS.]
Ah, you'll live.
[DEAN SIGHS.]
Here.
[GRUNTS.]
- Ooh! - All right, take it easy.
So ooze invasion.
Any leads? I got all my feelers out.
Whatever they're up to it ain't about going Mothra down Main Street.
They'll turn up.
[SIGHS.]
They seemed eager to stretch their legs, you know? Hmm.
Yeah, well, now on to our other big problem.
How are you doing? And do not say okay.
- I'm not okay.
- You think? Hey, go a little easy.
DEAN: There's nothing easy about it, Bobby.
We acted like he had things under control.
SAM: I get it.
I'm sorry.
Look, I didn't exactly wanna crack up, you know? What the hell happened back there? Well, it's not just the flashbacks anymore.
Well, then what? It's more like I'm seeing through the cracks.
What does that mean? It means I'm having a difficult time figuring out what's real.
Hallucinations? For starters.
For starters, if you're tripping hell's bells, why would you hide that? I wasn't hiding it, Dean.
I was just not talking about it.
You two had enough going on as it was.
Look, I just figured try to hold on to the safety bar and ride it out, you know? But it's getting more specific.
As in specifically what? What the hell, Sam? I told you.
No, but seriously, how do you argue with that? I know.
It's a problem.
No, wait.
I got it.
Why would the devil holodeck you a new life? He could just kick your ass all over the cage.
Because, as he puts it: LUCIFER & SAM: You can't torture someone who has nothing for you to take away.
Very good, Sam.
DEAN: Okay, fine.
But this Malibu dream mansion that he makes for you to take away is this post-apocalyptic mess? [WHISPERS.]
It had to be a mess, Sam or you wouldn't believe it was your life.
Wait, are you seeing him right now? You know that he's not real, right? He says the same thing about you.
I'm going back to work.
HOST [ON TV.]
: Scientists have no explanation for what astronomers describe as a surprise eclipse.
WOMAN 1: Instead of car insurance WOMAN 2: Time to announce MAN: We know you're hungry.
Indulge yourself at Biggerson's Homemade Pie Bar.
It's like a salad bar, but with pie.
NARRATOR: Next week on Dr.
Sexy, MD: Dr.
Cheyenne Meganopolis makes a shocking return.
DOCTOR 1: I'm sorry, doctor.
I forgot being head surgeon means you cut into whatever body you want and take out whatever organ pleases you without any paperwork whatsoever.
DOCTOR 2: Well, doctor, I'm sorry you're so forgetful.
Well, at least he's not curled up under the sink.
Yeah, no.
He's just sitting there silently field-stripping his weapon.
[BOBBY SIGHS.]
What are you doing? Turning on his GPS in case he decides to fly the cuckoo's nest.
[GPS BEEPS.]
BOBBY: And you? How are you doing? Seriously, Bobby, it ain't like he's hexed, you know.
What if this is the crazy you can't fix? Yeah, I'm worried too, but humor me for a second.
How are you? Who cares? Don't you think our mailbox is full right now? - I'm fine.
BOBBY: Right.
And weren't you pissed at him when he said the same thing a couple of hours before he spilled his marbles all over the floor? DEAN: Yeah, well I'm not Sam, okay? I keep my marbles in a lead freaking box.
I'm fine, really.
Of course.
Yeah.
Just lost one of the best friends you ever had your brother is in the bell jar and purgatory's most wanted are surfing the sewer lines but, yeah, yeah, I get it, right.
You're, uh You're fine.
Good.
Of course, if at any time you wanna decide that's utter horse crap I'll be where I always am, right here.
Well, you wanna do couples' yoga or get back to hunting the big bads? Shut up.
Idiot.
[KEYBOARD CLICKING.]
[BELL RINGS.]
Yeah? Up yours, Manning.
I still got.
06 on your time.
Hey, where were you guys? I guess we got here early.
Heard something weird come from the showers.
Hey, heh, what are you doing? You're gonna get in trouble.
Yes, Scott.
I probably am.
[GRUNTS.]
What Williams is trying to say is we're too hungry to care.
[BOY GRUNTS.]
HACKETT: Crying to the ER nurse, screaming, "Mother Mary, mercy.
" And when they opened her back up, three sponges and a set of clamps sewn up inside like she was a living piñata.
You can't trust these people, heh.
Afternoon, ladies.
Oh, hello, doctor.
Hi, Dr.
Gaines.
So, Miss Mills, you did excellent today.
Just as we discussed, it was a textbook appendectomy.
- Good.
- You've been through a serious surgery.
Now, I know you're tough but I want you to take it easy tonight.
- Works for me, doc.
GAINES: The good news: I put you down for some pretty fun painkillers.
Oh.
I'll check in on you first thing.
You'll be home in no time.
Thanks.
Charming, isn't he? Heh.
Did you know a study showed three-quarters of doctors cheat on their exams? He might not know your appendix from your vagina.
[DOOR CLOSES.]
Hey, there, Gunga Din.
Buck up.
We got some bad news for a change.
Stockville, North Kansas.
Most of a school swim team got mangled to death in their locker room.
Cop talk on the wire is kind of garbled.
Saying it looks like some kind of wild animal attack.
They're saying whatever attacked them is about the size of a linebacker.
SAM: It's a lead, Dean.
- Lf you think you're going out on a hunt - No, I know.
I'm not.
But you are.
Look, Bobby is running the hub, I'm 5150'd which leaves you to follow this thing up.
You're in the middle of a psychotic break.
It's a couple hours' drive and it could be a Leviathan thing.
- Lf you think I'm leaving you here alone - Hey, what am I? Chopped brains on toast? I can eyeball the kid.
Go.
Work off some of these nerves on something useful.
Fine.
- You got yourself an awfully small body.
- Too small.
She didn't know anything.
Can't even see over the counter.
Well, this one: Edgar.
Edgar worked on something called a demolitions crew.
Watching things blow up is apparently very satisfying.
Annie knew where babies come from.
Disgusting, by the way.
I'm hungry.
We all are.
Yes, about that.
I'm sorry.
Sorry? They ate the swim team.
- Like I said, hungry.
- That's no excuse.
- Well, what do you want me to do? - Get them in line.
I don't care how.
For God's sake, it made the papers.
Look, the boss, honestly he just wants to hear it's taken care of.
So take care of it.
Quickly.
I don't like bringing him bad news.
Are we clear? Actually, I have an idea.
I could use your help.
[SIGHS.]
[ANNIE HUMMING.]
[CHUCKLES.]
Little girl, can I help you? Are you a Dr.
Sexy? Uh, well, I'm a surgeon, heh.
Where are your parents? Is it true surgeons can just cut into whatever body they want? What? And remove whichever organs they please? - Where did you hear? - I wanna be a surgeon when I grow up.
[GRUNTING AND SHOUTING.]
GAINES: Let me go! And I want to grow up now.
- Hi.
Special Agent Anderson.
Lan.
MAN: Yeah, okay.
POLICEMAN: Go ahead.
- Our point cop is out on the doughnut.
Forensics.
Can show you the layout.
Step lightly.
We got a whole bunch of NC-17 shiznickel right over there.
Right.
Damn it.
GAINES: Shh, just breathe deeply.
- But my surgery isn't till tomorrow.
I'm Dr.
Sexy.
Your surgery is when I say it is.
[GRUNTS.]
[GRUNTS.]
Huh.
Not weird at all.
[CELL PHONE RINGING.]
Yeah? DEAN: We are positive for ick.
Same kind of stuff that came out of Cass.
Uh, two swim kids are missing.
They stole one of their parents' cars.
You know, I really think Prince William has found the right girl.
What do you think? So you think these, uh, heh, Leviathan things just jump into people? - Like Eve did? - I don't know.
It makes sense, right? Uh, state troopers got surveillance cam on the kids about six hours old gassing up south of the Dakota line.
So I'm headed back your way.
We'll just track them from Bobby's.
- Ahem, yeah, sounds good.
DEAN: Hey.
How you doing? You know, uh, okay.
Okay.
Well, hang in there, all right? LUCIFER: Just okay? Man, I'm having a great day.
Hmm? [WHISPERS.]
Oh, no.
Ms.
Mills, what are you doing out of bed? Are you okay? Ms.
Mills, you gave us all a scare.
What? No You can't wander the halls like that in your condition.
He took He took What? Who? Dr.
Gaines? Ms.
Mills, we told you to take it easy, remember? Of course.
What were you doing wandering the halls? Nothing.
Um My stitches itch.
I wanted to know if that was normal.
I must have fainted or something.
My stitches feel fine now.
Ms.
Mills, you can't get out of bed.
You could have ripped open your sutures with a fall like that.
Don't make me go back in there.
Okay? - What's that? - It's just something to help you sleep.
- No, that's okay.
I'll sleep just fine.
- Doctor's orders.
I'll check on you later.
No.
You can kiss my ass, Dr.
Monster-Face.
[GRUNTS.]
Oh, God.
Oh, no, no.
Okay, if this is some dream and you got power over it why don't you just end it? LUCIFER: End it? This? You not knowing what's real the paint slowly peeling off of your walls.
Come on, man.
This is the sweet spot.
Why would I end it? It's not like we got HBO in the pit.
All I got is you floating over the coals with half a hope that you're gonna figure it all out.
There's only one way to figure it out, Sam.
It's up to you.
It ends when you can't take it anymore.
I think maybe that's why we're cleaning our guns.
Shut up.
I said shut up! BOBBY: Hey, Sam.
You, uh? You having a little bag lady moment? Sorry.
[SIGHS.]
Thanks.
You know, after everything all these years, all that we've been through You beat the devil before, kid.
It's kind of different, heh.
BOBBY: Not really.
You'll get a handle on this too.
You will.
You're not in hell anymore.
You're here, with us.
You hear me, Sam? Yeah, I hear you, Bobby.
[PHONE RINGS.]
Oh.
Uh, that's my local.
[SIGHS.]
- Hello.
MILLS: Bobby Singer? - My surgeon is a monster.
- Come again? He took my windbag roomie and he ate her liver.
Except he wasn't a surgeon.
He Listen.
His face was His mouth was this horrible th - Who is this? - It's Jody.
Jody Mills.
- Jody? - Sheriff Mills.
- Gotcha.
MILLS: I can't exactly call a deputy here.
You and I killed zombies that one time.
You handle this kind of thing.
Please, get your ass here to Sioux Falls General.
Before he eats me, Singer.
Well, either Sheriff Mills is having an Obamacare-insured opium dream or something is eating folks down at Sioux Falls General Hospital.
Look, I don't wanna bruise your ego or anything, but No, no, no.
It's okay.
Go, go, go.
I'll watch the phones.
[SIGHS.]
LUCIFER: So just you and me, huh? Now, what happened to you two? I did.
- Where's Dr.
Gaines? - No, that's not how it works, okay? If you require a physician, fill out these forms I can take over from here, nurse.
These youths obviously require immediate care.
GAINES: Uh, this is where they bring their bodies to be fixed.
They consider it a safe place.
But the truth is often they actually die here instead.
And they never question it.
I'm not kidding.
And we can feed discreetly.
No one will know.
A few of us in the right positions and we could feast every single day.
I'm thinking head nurse and the staff administrator for a start.
I have to hand it to you.
It's exactly what the boss asked for.
- Out-of-the-box thinking.
- Yes.
You're off the swim team, boys.
Time to pursue a career in medicine.
All right.
Check in.
GAINES: You won't stay? I would love to grab us a good anesthesiologist.
He asked me to check into some other business.
Anyway, seems you've got things well in hand.
Why can't they scream? Oh, I severed their vocal cords, of course.
It was a delicate procedure, but very doable.
[GRUNTS.]
[SIGHS.]
- Dean.
- Hey.
Oh, yeah.
Good thinking.
SAM: Uh DEAN: So I, uh I followed those swim kid Levia-whatever.
- To where? - Here.
Well, back to town.
- And that ain't the good news.
- What? - It ain't just two of them, I think.
- You call Bobby? He's working his own case.
I gotta move.
I need backup.
That means you.
Wait.
You sure about that? I know, you're bonkers.
But I just need you to keep the engine running and wait by the back door.
Just don't, uh Don't let Satan change my presets.
Let's go.
MILLS: Her name is Mrs.
Hackett.
She never came back.
BOBBY: I'll check it out.
Now, you get some rest.
I'll come by later.
[CHUCKLES.]
Bobby Singer, my hero.
That's the roofies talking.
[MILLS CHUCKLES.]
BOBBY: Foot surgery, huh? Died this morning.
Already autopsied? What the hell? How you doing, Sam, in the head region? Devil still riding shotgun? Not right now, but yeah.
Maybe we ought to get you - I don't know, some - Heh, some what? Some professional help? Heh.
What are they gonna do, Dean? Just stuff me full of pills.
We'll figure out some other option.
Okay, yeah.
Yeah, but what are your other options? Remember when Martin took his nosedive and started shooting at nothing? - His sweater unraveled fast.
- I'm not Martin.
No, but you are crazy.
That don't wash off.
You get that, right? Heh, you are never gonna be okay, Sam.
Sam? Sammy? Sam? Oh, crap.
Oh, damn it.
There's five of them.
[CAR DOOR CLOSES.]
All right, come on.
- Are you sure? - Yeah.
Listen.
When we get in there, you gotta keep it together.
- Uh, yeah, I will.
L DEAN: If you see Lucifer you could be seeing all kinds of crap.
You just don't know.
How is this helping? I'm just saying, Sam, you're out of control.
- I'm dealing with it the best I can.
- Dealing? Heh.
I'm sorry.
That's just funny.
I mean, how can you deal? You think this is an office building, right? Sorry.
Wrong.
- Where the hell are we? - Oh, you think I'm Dean? Right.
You poor clueless son of a bitch.
Stay the hell away from me.
LUCIFER: Your world is whatever I want it to be, understand? SAM: Just leave me alone! LUCIFER: Now we're getting there.
Pinocchio is seeing his strings.
- Shut up.
- It's the big crescendo.
I said shut up! LUCIFER: Wanna point that gun at someone useful? Try your face.
Wanna know the truth? Wanna skip to the last page of the book? You know where to aim, cowboy.
[MIMICS GUNSHOT.]
It's like a freaking doggy bag in here.
Can I help you? Well, you can maybe still help this hospital.
Who's responsible for this sloppy bit of documentation? - I know you.
- No, you got the wrong guy.
Bobby Singer.
Yes.
We saw you.
Through the angel's eyes.
[GRUNTS.]
Well, let's try for amnesia, then.
[GRUNTS.]
Fair enough.
Ah, this can't be good.
DEAN: Sam? Sam? Oh, look, another me.
Sam, what are you doing? Whoa, whoa.
I thought I was with you, Dean.
Okay.
Well, here I am.
No.
No, I don't l I can't know that for sure.
You understand me? Then we're gonna have to start small.
- I don't remember driving here.
LUCIFER: Well, that's because I drove.
You thought.
Sam is very suggestible.
Whoa, whoa, Sam! This discussion does not require a weapons discharge.
Look at me.
Come on.
You don't know what's real? Look, man, I've been to hell, okay? I know a thing or two about torture.
Enough to know that it feels different than the pain of this regular, stupid crappy this.
No.
How can you know that for sure? Let me see your hand.
No, no, no.
The gimp hand.
Let me see it.
LUCIFER: Well, smell you, Florence Nightingale.
Hey.
This is real.
Not a year ago, not in hell.
Now.
I was with you when you cut it.
I sewed it up.
Look.
[SAM GRUNTS.]
We've done a lot more with pain.
This is different, right? Than the crap that's tearing at your walnut? I'm different.
Right? Yeah, I think so.
You sure about that, bunk buddy? Sam? Sam? Doesn't mean anything.
Hey, I am your flesh-and-blood brother, okay? The only one who can legitimately kick your ass in real time.
You got away.
- We got you out, Sammy.
- Sammy? - Sammy, I'm the only one who can - Believe in that.
Believe me, okay? You gotta believe me.
You gotta make it stone number one and build on it.
You understand? Yeah.
Yeah, agreed.
[CELL PHONE RINGING.]
[PANTING.]
Bobby, hey.
Sheriff was right.
The hospital thing is definitely our kind of thing.
I double-barreled one of them in the morgue.
Silver buckshot, no effect.
Bled black ooze.
- Uh, Leviathan here? BOBBY: I'm falling back.
I'll meet you at the house.
We can regroup.
Bobby's got a live one.
Okay, well, let's go.
- Look, when we get to Bobby's - It's okay, Dean.
I'm good.
No white rabbits.
Ha.
I'm not seeing anything.
Okay.
Baby steps.
[CHUCKLES.]
Oh, no.
Oh, no.
Any sign of him? Place was torched.
- Somebody knew what they were doing.
- Was Bobby there? I don't know.
Bobby! [LINE RINGS.]
BOBBY [ON RECORDING.]
: This is Bobby Singer's hotline.
You should not have this number.
[MACHINE BEEPS.]
You cannot be in that crater back there.
I can't If you're gone, I swear I'm going to strap my Beautiful Mind brother into the car and I'm gonna drive us off the pier.
You asked me how I was doing.
Well, not good.
Now, you said you'd be here.
Where are you? SAM: Bobby? Bobby? Bobby? Bobby? EDGAR: Winchester.
Congratulations.
Apparently you two are competent enough to warrant annihilating.
I'd take it as a compliment.
[GUN CLICKS.]
[GRUNTS.]
[GRUNTING AND SHOUTING.]
Dean, now.
[GRUNTING.]
Sam.
Sammy? Hey, come on now.
I'm the one with the broken leg.
You gotta carry me.
Sam? [SIREN WAILING.]
Sam? - You stay with me, you hear? - Male, late 20s, head trauma.
Signs of increasing intracranial pressure.
Hey, so maybe I'm not real.
Nobody's perfect.
But I'm not going anywhere, Sam.
DEAN: Sam? Sammy? PARAMEDIC: He's seizing.
DOCTOR: Ten of Valium.
- Copy.
We're pulling into Sioux Falls.
- Sioux Falls? Sioux Falls General? No, no, no.
God.
No, you gotta take us somewhere else.
Anywhere, please.
Yeah, okay, buddy.