A woman, reads "The Apocalypse is Here" in Weekly World News as her husband runs up the stairs without greeting her. "Nice to see you too," she says sarcastically. The man, in his mid 20's, grabbing his left arm, runs into the bathroom, stares at himself in the mirror. We see his hand, clutching the sink, aging rapidly. His eyes, too, develop age wrinkles--and instant cataracts. He runs water over his face, his balding, liver-spotted pate. Feeling pain in his chest, he backs into the cabine... read more A woman, reads "The Apocalypse is Here" in Weekly World News as her husband runs up the stairs without greeting her. "Nice to see you too," she says sarcastically. The man, in his mid 20's, grabbing his left arm, runs into the bathroom, stares at himself in the mirror. We see his hand, clutching the sink, aging rapidly. His eyes, too, develop age wrinkles--and instant cataracts. He runs water over his face, his balding, liver-spotted pate. Feeling pain in his chest, he backs into the cabinet behind him, shattering glass. His wife hears the noise. "Honey?" she calls. "Are you OK?" He collapses. She runs upstairs, sees him and screams, "NO! NOOOOOOOO!" read less

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Sam and Dean simultaneously hold up their badges, showing that they belong to the CDC. The coroner asks, "Do you seriously want me to believe you're from the CDC?" which momentarily causes them to gulp, but it's only because "You're a day early--first time I haven't sat on my ass WAITING for you people." Relieved, I'm sure, Dean says, "New administration--change you can believe in." She shows them the corpse of 25-year-old Xavier, the old man we saw earlier, born 1984. Dean remarks that he wa... read more Sam and Dean simultaneously hold up their badges, showing that they belong to the CDC. The coroner asks, "Do you seriously want me to believe you're from the CDC?" which momentarily causes them to gulp, but it's only because "You're a day early--first time I haven't sat on my ass WAITING for you people." Relieved, I'm sure, Dean says, "New administration--change you can believe in." She shows them the corpse of 25-year-old Xavier, the old man we saw earlier, born 1984. Dean remarks that he wasn't big on sun screen. The coroner says he was male, 25 and died of old age. Dean calls Bobby--"You were right, this is definitely a job." Alone at home in his wheelchair, Bobby advises them to check out all missing persons from the town; he's got a hunch. "How you doin'--in general?" queries Dean. "Oh, you mean my legs," says Bobby, "I'm just weepin' in my Haagen Das--idjit!" Bobby hangs up, Dean looks sad, and we get a shot of the camera retreating from Bobby, making him look smaller. (LATER, A NICE HOME) - An elderly woman shows the boys a photo of her husband, missing since Tuesday. Sam notices a USMC tat on his arm in the photo she shows them. She explains that he always works a bit late Tuesdays, but always comes home. Dean asks to use the facilities. He snoops and finds a receipt in the man's suit jacket from Golden Palace. "Working late, my ass," says Dean. They go to what appears to be a whore house. "At least he's consistent," says Sam, "same room, hourly rates." "I hope I get that kinda kick when I'm his age," says Dean. "Yeah, like either of us are gonna live that long," says Sam. "True," says Dean, "so, what do you think's in there?" "Wrinkly, gooey corpse," suggests Sam. He takes out his lock-picking tools for room 44, but they hear a man yelling inside and shoulder down the door instead. A man is in bed with two young women, both of whom flee. "It's gooey," says Sam. (LMAO!) Dean apologizes, "Wrong room," but Sam notices the same tattoo on the guy he'd seen in the photograph. "Nice tattoo," says Sam, "ever heard of anybody named Cliff Widlow?" "Never heard of him," says the man in bed, clearly lying. "You're carrying his wallet," says Sam, checking the man's pockets. Dean lifts up the covers to check the guy out. "Your wife told us about your birthmark there; that's nice," he says. "Well, ya look great, Cliff, didja get some work done?" (This just gets funnier!) The two girls (twins, it appears, and just lovely), have been hovering in a doorway, and Cliff asks, "Could you give us some privacy?" Dean winks at them while Cliff gives them money and hustles them out. Cliff doesn't want to tell them his secret, but Dean threatens to tell the Mrs. if he doesn't. "It was a game," says Cliff. "Like X-Box?" asks Sam. "What's X-Box?" asks Cliff, "No, poker, high-stages, instead of cash, you play for years. A guy comes up to me in a bar and invites me to play. He's got these weird poker chips, right? Chants some mumbo humbo over 'em. Says now, they're 25 years. I'm laughin', but then I come out up--and look at me!" "What was he chanting?" asks Sam. "How should I know?" asks Cliff. "All I know is, my bad hip's good, I threw away my glasses, one of those ladies was here for free--man's some kind of miracle worker!" "What does this miracle worker look like?" asks Dean. "Just a guy," says Cliff, "35, brown hair, Irish accent, name's Patrick." "Where's this guy at?" asks Dean. "Said he likes to keep movin'," answers Cliff, "never stays in one bar long. He finds you." Dean thanks him, adding, "Oh, and stay classy." read less

Bobby explains to Dean that what's happening where they are is lore--traveling card player comes into town, you get your best years back--of course, most folks lose. That explains the crunchy corpse, says Dean. "Did you find the bar he's workin' in yet?" asks Bobby. "There's a lot of dives in this town," complains Dean. "We're gonna have to split up." "Then why are you still talkin' to me?" asks Bobby, hanging up. He grows contemplative for a few moments, and grabs his keys. (LATER) - Sam an... read more Bobby explains to Dean that what's happening where they are is lore--traveling card player comes into town, you get your best years back--of course, most folks lose. That explains the crunchy corpse, says Dean. "Did you find the bar he's workin' in yet?" asks Bobby. "There's a lot of dives in this town," complains Dean. "We're gonna have to split up." "Then why are you still talkin' to me?" asks Bobby, hanging up. He grows contemplative for a few moments, and grabs his keys. (LATER) - Sam and Dean haven't found anything. Dean tells Sam to return to the hotel in two--it's Sam's turn to bring dinner, so bring his with extra bacon. Dean sits down at a bar, orders a beer and asks the bartender if he knows about a poker game going on--"My friend BEN told me you'd know." When BEN turns out to be a hundred dollar bill, the bartender volunteers, "Round back, take the elevator down." On his way there, Dean runs into Bobby, who, when asked what he's doing here, replies, "Plantin' daisies, what does it look like? I came in on the case." "And you beat me here," says Dean. "Brains trumps legs, apparently," says Bobby. It takes some persuading, but he finally gets Bobby to admit what he did. To Dean's horror, Bobby played the game--and lost!
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"Are you kidding me? You played some he-witch?" demands Dean. "Don't you take that tone with me!" orders Bobby. "You idiot!" chastises Dean. "They're MY years, I can do what I want!" cries Bobby. "How many did you lose?" asks Dean. "twenty-five," says Bobby, chastened." Seeing Bobby's eyes age, Dean points a finger at him. "We're not done," he says, and leaves. (BAR) - "So you're saying that you're a mind-reader," says a man at a bar to another man sucking on a toothpick who has an Irish acc... read more "Are you kidding me? You played some he-witch?" demands Dean. "Don't you take that tone with me!" orders Bobby. "You idiot!" chastises Dean. "They're MY years, I can do what I want!" cries Bobby. "How many did you lose?" asks Dean. "twenty-five," says Bobby, chastened." Seeing Bobby's eyes age, Dean points a finger at him. "We're not done," he says, and leaves. (BAR) - "So you're saying that you're a mind-reader," says a man at a bar to another man sucking on a toothpick who has an Irish accent. Seated next to the older guy is a gorgeous young woman on whom the he-witch is focusing his attention. "Take your lovely companion here. I'd say, judging from her exquisite posture, she used to be a dancer. Not much of a drinker. Very independent. Looking for adventure." Dean interrupts and asks to borrow the he-witch for a sec. When Dean reveals his gun, the he-witch is more than willing to go with him. "Sure, great, good to see ya," he says, and asks the man and his companion to excuse him. Seated at a table, Dean apologizes for cutting him short with "Mr. and Mrs. Easy Marks over there." It wasn't a total loss," says the he-witch, holding up a gold watch. Dean holds the gun on him. "I don't know what it is you think I did to your wife, girlfriend, mother or sister," begins the he-witch, "but I just want you to know my feelings were real." "That ain't my problem, man-witch," says Dean, "you owe my friend some years." "Oh, that's what this is," says Patrick. "He lost, them's the breaks." Dean cocks the gun. "Shoot me," says Patrick, "I could use a good tickle--you want years, great--play me for 'em." "Fine!" says Dean. "No!" protests Bobby. "They're my years," insists Dean, "I can do what I want!" Bobby coughs in an elderly man kind of way. Patrick offers him a lozenge: "It's barely linty," he says. (what a douchebag!) "Suit yourself, just tryin' to help." "All right, all right," says Dean impatiently, "let's do this." Patrick takes out 25 chips, equaling 25 years, but Dean asks for 50. "I like the cut of your jib," says Patrick, who chants a brief spell over the 50 chips before the poker starts. Dean counts out 25 chips and says, "These go to him (Bobby) and he's cashing out." "Dean!" says Bobby warningly. "You sure?" asks Patrick. "Yes," says Dean. Patrick raises his hand and performs a ritual over the chips. They burst into flames and the ashes fly over to Bobby, returning him to his present-day age. "That's 25 years you just pissed away," the witch tells Dean. "Better be sure you can win them back." "Shuffle up and deal," says Dean. Patrick grins. "This is gonna be fun," he says.
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Sam returns home with lunch to find Chad Everett now playing Dean. "Dean, ya find anything?" he asks. "You might say that," says OldDean. Sam pulls a gun and demands, "Who the hell are you?" "Dude, relax, it's me," says OldDean. "DEAN?" says Sam. "Hi," says OldDean, ashamed. "What the hell happened?" asks Sam. "I. . .you know, found the game," says OldDean. "I thought you said you were GOOD at poker," says Sam. "I am, shut up," says OldDean--"so you were just gonna shoot some old guy, th... read more Sam returns home with lunch to find Chad Everett now playing Dean. "Dean, ya find anything?" he asks. "You might say that," says OldDean. Sam pulls a gun and demands, "Who the hell are you?" "Dude, relax, it's me," says OldDean. "DEAN?" says Sam. "Hi," says OldDean, ashamed. "What the hell happened?" asks Sam. "I. . .you know, found the game," says OldDean. "I thought you said you were GOOD at poker," says Sam. "I am, shut up," says OldDean--"so you were just gonna shoot some old guy, that it?" "I didn't know what you were," says Sam defensively, "have you seen you?" "Old chicken, Titanic, shut up," says OldDean, eating his hamburger. "I was gonna say Emperor Palpatine," says Sam. The door bursts open and Bobby wheels himself in. "I see you met John McCain there," he says sarcastically. "Yeah," says Sam, "either of you want to tell me what happened?" "Bobby's an idiot, that's what happened," says OldDean. "Nobody asked you to play," says Bobby. "Right," says OldDean, "I shoulda just let you die." "And for damn sure nobody asked you to lose!" says Bobby. "It's like GRUMPY OLD MEN," says Sam, grinning. "SHUT UP, SAM!" say Bobby and OldDean in unison. "What the hell were you thinking?" demands OldDean. "He's a witch! He's been playin' poker since men wore tights!" "You just don't get it," says Bobby. "Yeah, I get it," says OldDean, "you saw a chance to turn the hands of the clock back and get out of that damn chair--pretty tempting, I can imagine." "No you can't," says Bobby. "Ya got me, I've never been paralyzed," admits OldDean, "But I've been to hell, and there's an archangel there wantin' me to drop the soap! Look at me, my junk's rustier than yours--do you hear me bellyachin'?" (LMAO!) "Actually, yeah," says Sam. OldDean sits down, clutching his stomach. "I'm gonna have a heart attack!" he bleats. Sam is horrified. "No you're not," says Bobby, irritated, "it's acid reflux. Guys your age can't digest certain foods. You're going to have to put down that cheeseburger." (I know all about that!) OldDean puts down the burger, looking morose. "So," says Bobby, "ya wanna keep emoting, or do you want to talk about solving this little issue of yours? It's gotta be about the chips." "He slid 'em across," remembers OldDean, "then Patrick did his little witchy number. Then you prettied up in a hurry." "So what are you all thinkin'? asks Sam. "Some kind of magic chips or something?" "Definitely," says Bobby. "Do you remember what he chanted?" asks Sam. "Every word," says Bobby. "All right," says Sam, "then let's find out where he stashes his chips." "Steal me 50," says OldDean, "Benjamin Buttons me back into burger shape. Whattya think?" "I think ya oughta put some clothes on," says Bobby sourly. read less

Dressed, OldDean answers a knock at the door. "Ready for housekeeping now, sir?" asks the comely maid. "Born ready," says OldDean flirtatiously. She says he's just like her grandfather, he hits on anything that movies, too. "You're adorable!" she says. "And dangerous!" adds OldDean. "Awwww!" she says. Sam and Bobby grin at him. OldDean looks depressed. "Can we just go?" he asks. The three of them, crunched in the front seat of Bobby's car, watch over Patrick. He steps in front of a nice co... read more Dressed, OldDean answers a knock at the door. "Ready for housekeeping now, sir?" asks the comely maid. "Born ready," says OldDean flirtatiously. She says he's just like her grandfather, he hits on anything that movies, too. "You're adorable!" she says. "And dangerous!" adds OldDean. "Awwww!" she says. Sam and Bobby grin at him. OldDean looks depressed. "Can we just go?" he asks. The three of them, crunched in the front seat of Bobby's car, watch over Patrick. He steps in front of a nice convertible and is run down lifelessly in the street. When the driver runs to find help, Patrick steals his car! "I gotta say, I kinda like the guy," says OldDean admiringly as Sam stares at him, stunned. Patrick's hotel is a high-rise with the elevator out, which means Bobby can't go with them. Sam easily runs up 37 flights of stairs, but OldDean doesn't have the same stamina, and is huffing and puffing by the time he gets to the second floor, which Sam cruelly points out to him. Sam lockpicks them into 3701, Patrick's suite. OldDean pronounces Patrick's safe "a piece of cake," but can't see the numbers without glasses, so Sam is forced to take over breaking into it. They start taking all the chips they find inside, but a gorgeous young woman catches them. "Aren't you the chick from the bar?" asks OldDean. "I'm a lot more than that," she says. She sticks out her fist and starts to put them in pain, but Patrick comes in and assures her they're harmless. "You boys want chips?" he asks. "Take 'em, Einsteins, they're just CHIPS, showmanship. This may come as a shock, but the magic does not lie in the crap you play with, or in any phony abra-ca-dabra--it's in a 900 year old witch. You boys want chips, score 'em the old fashioned way--Texas Hold-Em." "Fine," says OldDean, "let's do it!" Patrick holds up an 8 of hearts and asks him, "What card am I holding up." OldDean can't see it from where he's standing. "That's what I thought," says Patrick, "if your eyesight's that bad, what about your memory? I'm not a murderer." He turns to Sam. "You, on the other hand." "No, Sam," says OldDean. "Dean," says Sam. "What, Sam not much of a player?" asks Patrick. OldDean shakes his head. "Happy trails, then, Dean," says Patrick, "enjoy the twilight of your life. You should have taken better care of that ticker." He opens the door to his suite. "You're free to go." OldDean exits. "Oh, but Sam," says Patrick, "your brother's situation, that's punishment enough, but I can't let you leave without a small parting gift." He claps three times. "What are you doing?" asks Sam. "You'll find out soon enough," promises Patrick. "Let's get outta here, Sam," says OldDean. Noting that Sam is itchy and uncomfortable in his crotch, OldDean says, "I believe that he-witch gave you the clap." Sam stalks off, OldDean chuckles. (Hey, Dean, that really isn't funny! Clap, clap, clap!) read less

Bobby gets his wheelchair stuck rolling out of an underground parking garage. "A little help here?" he calls, and Sam helps him out of the rut. "I still think I should play," says Sam. "You're not good enough," insists OldDean. "I'm better, Bobby's way better, we both lost." "So what, I don't get a say in this anymore?" asks Sam. "Sammy," says OldDean, "when you get to be our age." "You're 30!" Sam reminds him, "look, I've watched you hustle plenty of poker!" "Knowing the game isn't enough,"... read more Bobby gets his wheelchair stuck rolling out of an underground parking garage. "A little help here?" he calls, and Sam helps him out of the rut. "I still think I should play," says Sam. "You're not good enough," insists OldDean. "I'm better, Bobby's way better, we both lost." "So what, I don't get a say in this anymore?" asks Sam. "Sammy," says OldDean, "when you get to be our age." "You're 30!" Sam reminds him, "look, I've watched you hustle plenty of poker!" "Knowing the game isn't enough," says Bobby, "it isn't about playing the cards." "It's about playing the other guy," I know that!" says Sam. "Well, hooray for you," says Bobby, "all I'm sayin' is, I've played this guy, I know his style, I can take him." "No, Bobby," says OldDean, "you don't have enough years in the bank." "I got enough," says Bobby. "You'll die if you lose," Sam reminds him. "So what if I do?" asks Bobby. "What, exactly, am I livin' for, huh? The damn apocalypse? Watchin' men die bloody while I sit in this chair, can't take a step to help 'em?" "Bobby!" chides OldDean. "No, no, it's the facts!" says Bobby, his voice hitching. "I'm old, and I can't. . .I'm broke down. . .I ain't a hunter no more! I'm useless! And if I wasn't such a coward, I'd have stuck a gun in my mouth the day I got home from the hospital!" OldDean and Sam survey him soberly, sadly. "Bobby," says Sam, near tears, "you are NOT playing again. I'm not letting you do that. There's another way out of this, there's gotta be--and I'm gonna find it." Sam leaves. (HOTEL) - OldDean and Bobby enter to find Patrick's stunning lady companion waiting for them. She hands them a piece of paper. "Take it," she says. "It will help you." Bobby takes it from her. "It's the most powerful reversal spell you've ever laid your eyes on," she explains. Dean and everyone else he played would be normal again--everyone who's still alive, that is. "If it zaps everyone, don't that include your man?" asks Bobby. "And me, too," she says, "I look good for my age." "This don't add up for squat," says Bobby, "why would you want that?" "I have my reasons," she says passionately, fingering a locket around her neck. "Do it quick--we leave town tomorrow." She leaves. Bobby and OldDean look at each other. WTF? read less

(BAR) - Playing against Ash, an elderly man, Patrick folds a winning hand to give him 13 more years so he will live to see his granddaughter's bat mitzvah. Ash expresses his gratitude, and Patrick sends him off with "Shalom." Sam, overhearing, says, "That was nice of you." "I'm a nice guy," says Patrick, chewing on his ever-present toothpick. "What can I do you for?" "Deal," says Sam. (CEMETERY) - "Jawbone of a murderer." bitches OldDean, digging away in a grave. "You know, this really sucks!... read more (BAR) - Playing against Ash, an elderly man, Patrick folds a winning hand to give him 13 more years so he will live to see his granddaughter's bat mitzvah. Ash expresses his gratitude, and Patrick sends him off with "Shalom." Sam, overhearing, says, "That was nice of you." "I'm a nice guy," says Patrick, chewing on his ever-present toothpick. "What can I do you for?" "Deal," says Sam. (CEMETERY) - "Jawbone of a murderer." bitches OldDean, digging away in a grave. "You know, this really sucks! How do we know her spell's gonna work?" "We don't," replies Bobby, "and we ain't got a plan B. Now less flappin', more diggin'." "Oh, God, my elbows, I'm all creaky!" wails OldDean. "Hurry up, ya crybaby," orders Bobby. "Pound it up yer ass, Ironside," retorts OldDean. "One little grave," says Bobby, shaking his head. "Then YOU do it," suggests OldDean. "Fine, I'll hop right in!" says Bobby. "At least yer legs are numb!" says OldDean. "Shut up and dig, Grandma," says Bobby. "Oh, my back!" crows OldDean. "Can you straighten up?" asks Bobby. "A little sympathy wouldn't hurt," says OldDean. "Buttcheek tinglin'?" asks Bobby. "It's sciatica, you'll live--keep diggin'." "Ya know, Bobby, killin' you is officially on my bucket list," snipes OldDean. (BAR) - "I like you, Sam," says Patrick, "I do. You're smart, and your heart is clear on what it plays. I can tell a lot about a guy by lookin'." "You mean you're psychic," says Sam. "No!" says Patrick. "That'd be cheatin', I'm talkin' about good, old-fashioned intuition." "Right, let's just play," says Sam. "We are playin'," says Patrick, "does your big brother know you're here?" "Bet five," says Sam. "Didn't think so," says Patrick. "I raise." (looks like 50) "Here you are, tryin' to clean up THEIR mess, and they still want to seat you at the kiddie table." Patrick flips some chips around and around, mesmerizing Sam. "You're not the little brother anymore, Sam. Then again, maybe you are; you're in over your head here, Sam. Damn. You can keep making these moves, playing it cautious, playing the percentages, but I'm still going to kick your ass into the nursing home." "Does this armchair psychology usually work for you?" asks Sam. "You tell me," advises Patrick, "you're the one who's losing." (TIME PASSES) - Patrick's lady friend walks past. Patrick takes his toothpick from his mouth and sets it down on the table. He shuffles the cards. We see Sam has very few chips left and Patrick nearly all. Patricks girlfriend kisses him, and he suggests a little break. Sam joins OldDean. "How's it goin' in there?" asks the latter. "How do you think it's goin'?" answers Sam. "Do you have everything you need?" "We still need a little he-witch DNA," says OldDean. Sam hands him the toothpick Patrick was chewing. "Hurry up," begs Sam. "Just keep him busy," says OldDean, "Sammy. . .don't lose!" Sam leaves. OldDean, clutching his left arm, returns to the fray. read less

While Bobby reads the words from the paper that Patrick's lady friend gave them, OldDean throws various elements into a fiery, pretty flame. OldDean drops in the DNA covered toothpick, then looks expectantly at Bobby. "Well, how do I look?" he asks. (BAR) - "Question," says Patrick, holding up a toothpick, "is THIS what you meant to give your big brother?" Sam and Patrick's lady exchange glances. "The one you gave him never touched my lips--it won't do a scrap of good." He tosses the toothpick... read more While Bobby reads the words from the paper that Patrick's lady friend gave them, OldDean throws various elements into a fiery, pretty flame. OldDean drops in the DNA covered toothpick, then looks expectantly at Bobby. "Well, how do I look?" he asks. (BAR) - "Question," says Patrick, holding up a toothpick, "is THIS what you meant to give your big brother?" Sam and Patrick's lady exchange glances. "The one you gave him never touched my lips--it won't do a scrap of good." He tosses the toothpick across the table at Sam. "I don't like cheating, Sam." He fists his hand and Sam starts choking. "Let him go!" orders the girlfriend. "I gave him the spell!" Patrick releases Sam and stares at her, stunned. He cups her face in his hands. "Why would you do that?" he asks. "You know why," she says. She opens her locket and shows him what's inside. Whatever it is hits him hard. "Keep playing," he hoarsely orders Sam. Driving back in the car, Bobby says, "Everything we put in that spell was Kosher." "Everything except the damn toothpick," says OldDean. "You gotta go get a speck of DNA," says Bobby, "strap on your track shoes." "Oh, goody, more stairs," says OldDean. (BAR) - Patrick has two queens, one ace. (PATRICK'S PLACE) - "It's too damn clean in here," complains OldDean, "first witch I've ever seen that didn't spew bodily fluids all over the place." "Toothbrush, comb, anything!" says Bobby. (BAR) - "Look at you, the percentage player, bettin' the farm!" chortles Patrick, "awful transparent of you, Sam, I mean, if I had a monster hand like you have, I'd (something), but you get so excited, you bet yourself right out of a big pot--I fold. Set of ladies I'm guessin'" Sam turns over his two cards to reveal--a three and a five! He was bluffing! "Nice bluff," praises Patrick, "if we had time, I could make a real player out of you." "I got time," Sam assures him. "Maybe," says Patrick, "but I can't say the same for Dean--your brother's going to be dead soon. . .and when I say soon, ohhh, I mean minutes." Sam tries to stand, but Patrick "fists" him back down again. "The game's not over 'til I say it is," the witch says. Dean enters Patrick's suite and finally spots a wine glass the witch used. However, that's when the chest pain hits him and he falls to the floor, Sam's gasped name on his lips. (BAR) - Sam plays the game with lightning speed as Patrick baits him. "So, when it's about your brother, you get so emotional your brain flies right out the window--good to know." "Go to hell," invites Sam. "I'm all in." (Dean has passed out cold on the floor of Patrick's suite.) Patrick's companion clutches her locket, afraid. "Don't do this," begs Patrick. "You said I can't leave until this is over," says Sam, "fine, it's over. Now where's my brother?" (Bobby keeps trying to reach OldDean on his cellphone, but can't because the old guy is unconscious. "DEAN? DEAN?? YOU THERE? DEAN???") Patrick throws in all of his chips, too. The camera flips back and forth between Sam's eyes and Patrick's, very tight and tense. OldDean lies on the floor, his breathing growing shallower. Quick shots: Bobby, Dean, Patrick, Sam, lady friend, making for a VERY exciting bouncing in this viewer's stomach. Patrick reveals three aces and two of something else. "I'm sorry, kid," he says, "aces full." OldDean appears to take his final breath. Sam gasps in horror and Patrick's gal looks pretty sick on his behalf. "You're crying," notes Sam. "For a witch you're so nice, it's kinda creepy. It's OK." He bites his lip. "It was a great hand. Just"--he flips over his two cards--"not as great as four fours." "Well played," says Patrick. "You know, that whole goin' out of your head bit--very method." He raises his drink in toast to Sam. "There's more to you than meets the eye." "Cash these in for Dean, please," says Sam. Patrick nods. "With pleasure," he says. "Dean, can you hear me? Damn it, Dean!" shouts Bobby. Dean exits the building, smiling, ecstatic YOUNG Dean, restored, dancing, kicking up his heels. Bobby closes his phone and stares. "Idjit!" he grouses. read less

(BAR) - "I can't do this," Patrick tells his lover, "don't make me." She opens her locket to reveal a photo of a very old lady next to one of a baby. "I buried my daughter, and she looked like this," she says, "it's not natural." "When you decided to come with me, this is what you wanted," he reminds her. "you're still young, so beautiful, you have me." "I miss my family," she says, "I'm sorry, Patrick." "I thought you loved me," he says. "I do," she assures him, "sweetheart, of course I do. I ... read more (BAR) - "I can't do this," Patrick tells his lover, "don't make me." She opens her locket to reveal a photo of a very old lady next to one of a baby. "I buried my daughter, and she looked like this," she says, "it's not natural." "When you decided to come with me, this is what you wanted," he reminds her. "you're still young, so beautiful, you have me." "I miss my family," she says, "I'm sorry, Patrick." "I thought you loved me," he says. "I do," she assures him, "sweetheart, of course I do. I thought I was cut out for this, but I'm not." "I don't think I can do this without you," he says. "You did OK for a long time before you met me," she says. He tells her to ante up. "All in," she says, pushing her chips to the center of the table. He does the same. He draws the two higher cards. "Thank you," she says, and immediately begins to age, her hair turning gray. Patrick miserably covers his face. (HOTEL) - "No tricks--you actually beat the guy?" demands Bobby. "Just lucky," says Sam, shrugging. Dean joins them. Sam says he's going "no where," but when Dean gazes down at his brother's crotch, fesses up--"for a booster shot. Don't say it!" Sam leaves. "I shouldn't have called you an idiot," says Dean. "Which time?" asks Bobby. Dean apologizes--getting old is no bachelor party--"and dealin' with the crap you gotta deal with." "Don't you go on pity patrol," says Bobby. "I'm not," says Dean, "I'm just sayin', if I was in your shoes. . ." "You'd never stop complainin'," says Bobby. "You're not useless, Bobby," says Dean. "OK, good," talk, says Bobby, "I'm leavin'." Dean sits in a chair, facing him. "You don't stop bein' a soldier because you got wounded in battle," says Dean. "No matter what shape you're in, bottom line is, you're family! Now I don't know if you noticed, but me and Sam, we don't have much left. I can't do this without you. I can't. So don't you DARE think about checkin' out." (Bobby swallows a lump in his throat, as did I.) "I don't wanna hear that again." "OK," says Bobby thickly. "OK," agrees Dean, "good." Both have unshed tears in their eyes. "Thanks," says Bobby, "now are we done feelin' our feelins, 'cause I'd like to get out of this room before we start growin' lady parts." "Yeah, we're done," says Dean. He picks up the burger, shows it to Bobby and throws it away. "Let's go, Ironsides," he says, smiling. "That one's stickin', huh?" says Bobby. He's about to wheel himself out, but looks up for a moment, as if to heaven. read less

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