NOW - Sun and Sands Motel - surrounded by coconut trees -"SUPERNATURAL is filmed before a live studio audience" an announcer informs us. King Mustard and Cheese are replaced back into a gold fridge by Dean. The audience is wildly applauding him. His sandwich stands on the table, two feet high. "I'm going to need a bigger mouth," he says. Audience laughs. Sam enters. Audience cheers and claps. "Hi there, Sam," says Dean, "what's happening?" "Nothing," says Sam, hands on hips, "just the end of the... read more NOW - Sun and Sands Motel - surrounded by coconut trees -"SUPERNATURAL is filmed before a live studio audience" an announcer informs us. King Mustard and Cheese are replaced back into a gold fridge by Dean. The audience is wildly applauding him. His sandwich stands on the table, two feet high. "I'm going to need a bigger mouth," he says. Audience laughs. Sam enters. Audience cheers and claps. "Hi there, Sam," says Dean, "what's happening?" "Nothing," says Sam, hands on hips, "just the end of the world!" Dean tilts his head to one side humorously. Sam notes Dean's huge sandwich and says, "You're going to need a bigger mouth." Dean makes an exaggerated, I KNOW! gesture. "Hey, have you don't your research yet?" asks Sam. Dean looks guiltily at the bedroom door. "Oh, yeah," he says, "all kinds of research, all night. "Yeah?" asks Sam. "Hmm." The bedroom door opens and a brunette, clad only in a bra and panties exits. "Wooooo!" calls the audience. "Oh Dean," she says, "we have some more research to do." The audience reacts and so does Sam, crossing his arms over his chest in disapproval. "Dean," he says warningly. "Son of a bitch!" says Dean like it's his trademark expression, and the audience bursts into laughter. The SUPERNATURAL comedy's sappy theme song begins to play as Sam and Dean, flashlights in hand, bump into each other, back to back. They laugh, then clap each other on the back. Dean finds a sheet-clad ghost in a closet; Dean rubs his face after working on the Impala and gets grease on his forehead, making Sam laugh at him; the brothers ride a tandem bike carrying food in a basket as Sam stretches out his arms; they chase each other on tiny scooters; toss a football and fall down flat on the grass; clink beer bottles together and look at us with sickly sweet smiles. read less

Wellington, OH - (TWO DAYS EARLIER) - Sam catches Dean watching a doctor-nurse couple getting busy on an elevator and asks what he's watching. "Dr. Sexy, MD," explains Dean, "it's based on a book." Sam huffs. Sam teases him, asking "Since when are you in menopause?" Dean replies, "It's channel surfing." They each ask if the other is ready as they leave in their hot suited-up attire. (POLICE STATION) - One of the locals got his head ripped off, but the sheriff says it was just a bear attack. Dea... read more Wellington, OH - (TWO DAYS EARLIER) - Sam catches Dean watching a doctor-nurse couple getting busy on an elevator and asks what he's watching. "Dr. Sexy, MD," explains Dean, "it's based on a book." Sam huffs. Sam teases him, asking "Since when are you in menopause?" Dean replies, "It's channel surfing." They each ask if the other is ready as they leave in their hot suited-up attire. (POLICE STATION) - One of the locals got his head ripped off, but the sheriff says it was just a bear attack. Dean says this thing smashed through Mr. Randolph's front door, ran up to his bedroom and killed him--is that common bear behavior? "Depends on how pissed off the bear is, I guess," replies the sheriff--they live way out in the country, plenty of trout out there. "What about Mrs. Randolph?" asks Sam. "The file says she saw the whole thing." True, says the sheriff, and his heart goes out to her--she went through a hell of a trauma and is confused. The boys look at each other on that one. Later, when they interrogate her in the interview room, they get a different story altogether--her husband was attacked and killed by the Incredible Hulk--not the two crappy movie Hulks, but the cool spiky haired Lou Ferrigno version. When asked if Ferrigno has a grudge against her husband, she answers no. read less

Hotel - On the computer, Dean reads an article about a local man dying in a bear attack. Dean comes in from checking out a Hulk-sized 8-foot hole where the Randolphs' front door used to be. Dean learned that Mr. Randolph had quite the temper--two counts of spousal abuse, bar brawls, court ordered anger management sessions--"You might want to say you wouldn't like him when he's angry," concludes Dean. (Interesting that Sam has been going out doing legwork these days leaving Dean to work at the co... read more Hotel - On the computer, Dean reads an article about a local man dying in a bear attack. Dean comes in from checking out a Hulk-sized 8-foot hole where the Randolphs' front door used to be. Dean learned that Mr. Randolph had quite the temper--two counts of spousal abuse, bar brawls, court ordered anger management sessions--"You might want to say you wouldn't like him when he's angry," concludes Dean. (Interesting that Sam has been going out doing legwork these days leaving Dean to work at the computer, huh?) "So, hothead getting killed by TV's greatest hothead," says Sam--"sounds like just desserts, doesn't it?" Sam shows Dean candy wrappers he found at the crime scene, the fact that the murdered man was screwed with before he died, and they conclude they're dealing with the Trickster. "Good," says Dean, "I've been wanting to gank him since Mystery Spot." "Are you sure?" asks Sam. "SOB didn't think twice about ganking me, a thousand times," says Dean. "He's one of the most powerful creatures we've ever met," Sam reminds him--maybe we can use him. Trickster's like a Hugh Hefner type, wine, women song--maybe he doesn't want the party to end, maybe he hates this angels-demon stuff as much as we do--maybe he'll help us." "You're serious--ally with the Trickster," says Dean. "A bloody, violent monster, and you want to be Facebook friends with him?--nice, Sammy." says Dean. "The world is gonna end, Dean," says Sam, "we don't have the luxury of a moral stand. I'm just sayin', it's worth a shot, that's all. If it doesn't work, we'll kill him." "How we gonna find the guy, anyway?" asks Dean. "He never takes just one victim, right?" asks Sam. "He'll show." (LATER) The brothers are listening to the police scanner while Dean whittles stakes to kill the Trickster. (We can see how hopeful he is of Sam's plan.) There's a report of a weird murder down by the old mill, so the brothers go to check it out. When they arrive, no one is there and the building with busted windows is deserted. They grab weapons and stakes from the trunk, enter the building--and find themselves in white doctors' jackets, sappy background music playing more attuned to GREY'S ANATOMY than SUPERNATURAL. Two pretty young women call them "doctor" in a very provocative manner as they walk past. Dean opens a closet door to reveal Dr. Sexy making out with another doctor, the one from the TV show. He quickly closes it. A woman in blue scrubs comes up to Sam and strikes him hard across the face. "Doctor," she says, "seriously. Seriously?" "OW!" says Sam. "You're brilliant, you know that?" she asks, as Dean looks on, fascinated. "And a coward," she adds. "You're a brilliant coward." "What are you talking about?" asks Sam. She strikes his face again. "As if you don't know!" she says, and marches off. Dean doesn't believe it, that was Dr. Ellen Piccolo, the sexy yet earnest doctor at. . .he walks up to the desk, spots the name of the hospital and says, "Seattle Mercy Hospital!" Sam wants to know what he's talking about. "The doctor get-ups, the sexy interns, the 'seriouslys'," says Dean, "it all makes sense! We're IN DR. SEXY, MD." The camera pulls back to reveal Sam and Dean, doctors themselves, caught up in the dramatic world of Seattle Mercy (Grace) Hospital. (LMAO) read less

Dean asks Sam for a theory, but when the latter suggests the Trickster has trapped them in TV Land, says the idea is stupid. "You're the one who says we're on DR. SEXY MD," Sam reminds him. But there are no actors, cameras and such, says Dean, this looks REAL! How can this possibly be real? demands Sam. Dean spots the sexy but arrogant heart surgeon from the show and is tickled, then spots Johnny Drake, who is a ghost and alive only in the mind of HER (a brunette who sits beside him), the sexy b... read more Dean asks Sam for a theory, but when the latter suggests the Trickster has trapped them in TV Land, says the idea is stupid. "You're the one who says we're on DR. SEXY MD," Sam reminds him. But there are no actors, cameras and such, says Dean, this looks REAL! How can this possibly be real? demands Sam. Dean spots the sexy but arrogant heart surgeon from the show and is tickled, then spots Johnny Drake, who is a ghost and alive only in the mind of HER (a brunette who sits beside him), the sexy but neurotic doctor over there. "So, this show has ghosts?" asks Sam. "Why?" (That they are poking fun at GREY's ghost, Denny Duquette, played by none other than their former father, John Winchester, aka Jeffrey Dean Morgan, is beyond hilarious, it's perfect!) Dean doesn't know, but admits it's compelling. "I thought you said you weren't a fan," accuses Sam. "I'm not," insists Dean, turning and spotting. . .HIM! "Dr. Sexy," announces Dean reverently. He goes completely fanboy, and when Dr. Sexy says, "Doctor" to both of them and Sam doesn't acknowledge it, Dean kicks Sam to make sure he does. Dr. Sexy says to Dean, "You want to give me one good reason why you defied my direct order to do the experimental face transplant on Mrs. Beal?" Dean can't meet the handsome doctor's eyes, so he's staring down at his shoes instead. "One reason. . .sure," says Dean, who then abruptly pushes Dr. Sexy against the wall and presses his arm against his throat. Seems that Dean has been watching the show long enough to know that one of the things that makes Dr. Sexy sexy is the fact that he wears cowboy boots, not tennis shoes. "Yeah, you're not a fan," says Sam sarcastically. "It's a guilty pleasure," says Dean. "Call security," orders Dr. Sexy. "Yeah, pal, so we can know what you are," says Dean. Everyone freezes except the three of them and the Trickster's face takes over Dr. Sexy's. "You guys are getting better!" he praises. "Get us the hell out of here," orders Dean. "Or what?" says the Trickster. He pushes Dean away, putting him in pain. "That was you on the scanner; this is a trick," says Sam. "Hellllooooo!" says T, making and circle around his face with his finger. "Trickster? Come on, I heard you two yahoos were in town, how could I resist?" Where the hell are we?" asks Dean. "Like it?" asks Trickster. "It's all home made. My own sets, my own actors, call it my own little idiot box." "How do we get out?" asks Dean. "That, my friend, is the 64 dollar question," says Trickster. "Whatever," says Sam, "we need to talk to you, we need your help." "Let me guess--you two muttonheads broke the world and you want me to sweep up your mess," says Trickster. "Please, just five minutes," begs Sam, "hear us out." "Sure," says Trickster, "survive the next 24 hours, we'll talk." Survive what? asks Dean, and Trickster says, the GAME! What game? the brothers ask. You're in it, says the god, who says they're already playing it. When Dean asks the rules, Trickster disappears, smiling. "Son-of-a-bitch," mutters Dean. A blond walks past them looking for Dr. Sexy, who is also being called for on the loudspeaker. "By the way, talking with monsters? A helluva plan," says Dean. "What do we do now?" asks Sam. "I'm leaving," says Dean. Sam runs into the woman who slapped him. She starts to tell him how brilliant he is, and he tells her he's not a doctor. "Don't say that," she says, in tears, "you are the finest cerebral-vascular neurosurgeon I have ever met, and I've met plenty--so that girl died on your table, it wasn't your fault--sometimes people just die! You're afraid to operate again, and afraid to love." She runs off, crying. Sam says they're getting out. A man comes over and tells Dean, "My wife needs that face transplant." "Pal, none of this is real," says Dean, "and your wife doesn't need Jack Squat." Dean turns his back and leaves, at which point the angry husband shoots him in the back. Dean falls to the floor, gasping, "It's real, it's real!" Sam screams, "No no no no no! Hey, I need a doctor!" (OPERATING ROOM) - From Dean's viewpoint, looking through a massage table face hole, we see two pairs of white sneakers on each side of a black line. He's undergoing surgery and is wide awake. His blood pressure is 80 over 50. The medical personnel around the table await Sam's instructions; Dean says, "Sam, do something." Sam leans down and tells his brother, "I don't know how to use any of this crap!" "Figure it out!" orders Dean--"C'mon, I'm waiting!" The woman who slapped Sam watches him work with love on her face. "I need a pen knife, some dental floss, a sewing needle and a fifth of whiskey," says Sam authoritatively. The music goes from sappy to snappy as Sam adds, "STAT!" Everyone hustles to get his requested items. A bit later, we see the nearly empty whiskey bottle and Sam assuring Dean he'll be fine. The brunette who slapped Sam mouths, I love you and puts her hand on the glass to seal her sentiments. From Dean's viewpoint, we see the two pairs of sneakers disappear from both sides of the black line. He hears chanting and cheering. read less

Sam and Dean find themselves contestants on a Japanese game show called "Nutcracker". The host asks Sam, in Japanese, "What was the name of the demon you chose over your own brother?" Not knowing the language, trying to tell the host, "I don't speak Japanese, Sam can't answer, so the clock counts down 20 seconds and he loses. The host tells the audience, "Ruby" and says he's sorry. "Sorry for what?" asks Sam, but he finds out moments later when a pole topped with a hard red plastic ball comes u... read more Sam and Dean find themselves contestants on a Japanese game show called "Nutcracker". The host asks Sam, in Japanese, "What was the name of the demon you chose over your own brother?" Not knowing the language, trying to tell the host, "I don't speak Japanese, Sam can't answer, so the clock counts down 20 seconds and he loses. The host tells the audience, "Ruby" and says he's sorry. "Sorry for what?" asks Sam, but he finds out moments later when a pole topped with a hard red plastic ball comes up from the floor and whomps him hard in the crotch. "NUTCRACKER!" yells the host as the crowd goes wild and Sam doubles over in agony. Dean feels Sam's pain. Either they hit Sam a second time or they rerun the first, but OUCH, it looks very painful! During a commercial for shrimp chips, which supposedly gives the model from the show her beautiful figure, Dean asks Sam if he's all right. Unable to speak through the pain, Sam just gives Dean the look one man would give another trying to work out having been struck hard in the balls. "Please buy them," asks the hostess holding the shrimp chips. Dean eyes the yellow ball atop HIS spring-loaded torture pole nervously. Castiel comes through the curtains and tells them they've been missing for days. "Get us the hell out of here, then," begs Sam. "Let's go," says Cas, gesturing to the two of them, but it's HE who disappears! "Cas?" calls Dean. "No no no no no," says the host, "Mr. Trickster does not like pretty boy angels." He reads Dean's question: "Would your mother and father still be alive if your brother had never been born?" The countdown begins. Dean, frantic, tells Sam he doesn't want to get it in the nuts. Sam reminds him that in DR. SEXY, he played a doctor, he played along, like the Trickster wanted him to do! Answer the question! "In Japanese? I don't know Japanese!" says Dean. "TRY!" urges Sam. Dean presses the buzzer and replies, in Japanese, "The answer is. . .yes." Dean is RIGHT! "We play our roles, we survive," realizes Sam. "Play our roles for how long?" wonders Dean. Sam doesn't know. Dean waves to the enthusiastic audience. read less

COMMERCIAL FOR GENITAL HERPES - While Dean plays basketball with buddies in the background, the rest takes place in the front. One girl exercises by a beautiful lake and tells us she tries to be responsible--"Ask your doctor about Herpexia." A man looks at his wife and says, "Did I try!" and dances with her. Sam is forced to participate in this embarrassing commercial for Herpexia and tells us he takes it twice daily "to reduce my chance of passing it on." (He's the one with demon blood; of cou... read more COMMERCIAL FOR GENITAL HERPES - While Dean plays basketball with buddies in the background, the rest takes place in the front. One girl exercises by a beautiful lake and tells us she tries to be responsible--"Ask your doctor about Herpexia." A man looks at his wife and says, "Did I try!" and dances with her. Sam is forced to participate in this embarrassing commercial for Herpexia and tells us he takes it twice daily "to reduce my chance of passing it on." (He's the one with demon blood; of course they made him do this commercial!) Sam is very reluctant to participate in this embarrassment, but Dean reminds him that he must play along or else. The caveats: Headache, diarrhea, permanent erectile dysfunction, thoughts of suicide and nausea. "I am doing all I can to slightly lessen the spread of genital herpes--and that's a good thing," says Sam unconvincingly. He joins the others in the basketball game. (ANNOUNCER: "We now return to SUPERNATURAL") - Sam apologizes to the hot brunette and leads her out, explaining that he and Dean have work to do. "But we did do work," the girl protests, smiling as she walks past Dean, "in-depth." The audience woo-woos and she and Dean exchange waves. Sam closes the door behind her. "How long do we have to keep doing this?" mumbles Dean. "We might die in here," answers Sam. The audience laughs. "How is that funny?" demands Dean. "Vultures!" Cas enters, bloody and bruised. He tells them he doesn't have much time--"Something is not right; this thing is much more powerful than it should be." Does he mean the Trickster? "If it IS a Trickster," says Cas. The angel is suddenly thrown against the wall, his mouth covered with duct tape. Trickster enters, to thunderous applause. "Thank you, thank you!" says Trickster, pleased. Cas stands. "Hi, Castiel!" greets Trickster, and zaps him away. "Where did you just send him?" demands Dean. "Relax, he'll live," says Trickster, mmmmmmmmaybe." "I'm done with the monkey dance," says Dean angrily, "we get it!" "Get what, hot shot?" asks Trickster. "Playing our roles," says Dean, "isn't that your game?" "That's half the game," says Trickster, "play your roles OUT THERE--you know, Sam, starring as Lucifer, Dean, starring as Michael--your celebrity Death Match! PLAY your ROLES!" You want us to say yes to those son of bitches?" asks Sam. "Hell's, yeah, let's light this candle!" says Trickster. "We do that, the world will end," says Sam. "Yeah," says the Trickster, "and whose fault is that? Who popped Lucifer out of the box, hm? Look, it's started--you started it--it can't be stopped--so let's get it over with!" "Heaven or hell, which side you on?" asks Dean. Neither, says the Trickster. "You grab an ankle for Michael or Lucifer, which one is it?" "You listen to me, you arrogant dick," says Trickster, "I don't work for either of those SOB's, believe me." "You're somebody's bitch," says Dean. "Trickster grabs Dean's collar and throws him up against the wall. "Don't you ever EVER presume to know what I am," he says threateningly, and lets Dean go. "Now listen very closely. Here's what's going to happen--you're going to suck it up, accept your responsibility and play the roles that destiny has chosen for you." "And if we don't?" asks Sam. Trickster grabs Dean by the throat. "Then you'll stay here in TV land--forever," promises the god, choking Dean--300 channels and nothin's on." He snaps his fingers. read less

Sam and Dean find themselves standing outside the yellow tape of a CSI crime scene. "Oh, come on!" moans Dean. A character comes up and asks, "What do you think?" "I think go screw yourself, that's what I think," replies Dean. "Give us a second, please?" asks Sam. The man returns to the crime scene. Sam urges Dean to calm down. "Calm down?" repeats Dean. "I'm wearing sunglasses at night. You know who does that? Low-talent douchebags! I HATE this game! I hate the word procedural cop shows! You wa... read more Sam and Dean find themselves standing outside the yellow tape of a CSI crime scene. "Oh, come on!" moans Dean. A character comes up and asks, "What do you think?" "I think go screw yourself, that's what I think," replies Dean. "Give us a second, please?" asks Sam. The man returns to the crime scene. Sam urges Dean to calm down. "Calm down?" repeats Dean. "I'm wearing sunglasses at night. You know who does that? Low-talent douchebags! I HATE this game! I hate the word procedural cop shows! You wanna know why? Because I HATE procedural cop shows! There's like 300 of them on, and they're all the freakin' same! It's ooh, plane crashed here, and. . ." Sam shushes him, takes off his sunglasses and points to one of the "cops", who is standing and sucking a lollipop. "Follow my lead," says Sam. They put their sunglasses back on, a theme song similar to CSI Miami begins to play and they are allowed under the yellow tape--in hilarious slow-mo. Dean puts on a perfect David Caruso voice and asks about the victim. He has ligature marks on his neck and a roll of quarters stuck down his throat. Sam slides off his sunglasses, sexy and slow, and, imitating CSI Miami's David Caruso--"Well I say, "Jackpot!" After being informed of the stab wound to the abdomen, Dean, also imitating Caruso--"Well I say, "no guts, no glory." "Get that guy a Tums," adds Sam, doing the same Caruso imitation. "Gutterball," says Dean, ditto. The lollipop cop laughs, "Good one." Dean thrusts a stake through his heart, and, just like in any CSI episode, we see it penetrate right into the organ--pretty cool. The guy falls to the ground but does not turn into the Trickster. On the sidelines, a different cop DOES morph into the god. "You got the wrong guy, idiot!" he laughs. "Did we?" asks Dean. Behind him, still wearing sunglasses, Sam drives a stake into him. Poof! They're all back inside the big warehouse. read less

Dean bushes his teeth, fretting over "What that SOB did to Cas. Where is he?" The room is empty, Sam no where to be seen. Getting into the Impala, Dean calls Sam's cell, but only gets voicemail. He leaves a message to call him back. Unfortunately, Dean hears Sam's voice when he closes the Impala door--because Sam is just as Kitt was--the voice of the Impala! Noticing lights on the dashboard moving as Sam speaks, it hits them, and Sam says, "I don't think we killed the Trickster." The music from... read more Dean bushes his teeth, fretting over "What that SOB did to Cas. Where is he?" The room is empty, Sam no where to be seen. Getting into the Impala, Dean calls Sam's cell, but only gets voicemail. He leaves a message to call him back. Unfortunately, Dean hears Sam's voice when he closes the Impala door--because Sam is just as Kitt was--the voice of the Impala! Noticing lights on the dashboard moving as Sam speaks, it hits them, and Sam says, "I don't think we killed the Trickster." The music from "Knight Rider" fills the soundtrack as Dean rides the Impala. Sam suggests the stake didn't work because it's NOT a Trickster--Cas did say it seemed too powerful to be one. Dean adds that the creature looked at Cas as if he knew him, too. "And how pissed he got when you brought up Michael and Lucifer," adds Sam. "Son of a bitch," says Dean, "I think I know what we're dealin' with." The Impala drives over brown falls leaves, red light flashing back and forth on the front bumper, "Knight Rider" music loud in the background. (CENTENNIAL POINT - car is parked) - When Dean routes around in the Impala's trunk, Sam complains, "That feels really uncomfortable." Dean slams the trunk shut. "OW!" says Sam--"You sure this is gonna work?" "No, admits Dean, "but I have no other ideas." Dean stands and calls out, "All right, you son-of-a-bitch, uncle! We'll do it!" "Should I honk?" asks Sam. (LOL!) Trickster appears. "Wow, Sam," he says, get a load of the rims on you!" "Eat me!" invites Sam. "OK, boys," says Trickster, "ready to go quietly?" "Not so fast," says Dean, "no one's going anywhere until Sam has opposible thumbs." "What's the difference?" asks Trickster. "Satan's going to ride his ass one way or another." Dean gives him a defiant look and Trickster relents and snaps his fingers. Dean steps out of the Impala. "Happy?" asks the Trickster. "Why didn't the stake kill you?" queries Dean. "I am the Trickster?" "Maybe you're not," says Dean. Sam opens a lighter and tosses it; suddenly the Trickster is surrounded by a ring of flame. "Maybe you've always been an angel," says Dean, dead-serious. "A WHAT?" asks The Trickster incredulously. "Someone slip a mickey in your Power Shake, kid?" "Jump out of the holy fire and we'll call it our mistake," suggests Dean. Trickster laughs at first, gives it a try, but it's impossible. He claps. "Well-played, boys," he says, his voice different, "where did you get the holy oil?" "You might say we got it out of Sam's ass," answers Dean. "Where did I screw up?" asks the angel. "You didn't answers Sam, "but no one gets the jump on Cas like you did." "Mostly it was the way you talked about Armageddo," says Dean, "recalling personal experience--nobody gets that angry unless they're talkin' about their own family." "So which one are you--Grumpy, Sneezy or Douchey?" asks Sam. (LMAO! This from the guy who prayed every day?) "They call me Gabriel," reveals the angel. "Gabriel, the Archangel," says Sam, surprised. "Guilty," says the angel. "OK, Gabriel," says Dean, "how does an Archangel become a Trickster?" "My own private witness protection," he says, "I skipped out of heaven, had a face transplant, carved out my own little corner of the world--till YOU two screwed it all up." "What did Daddy say when you ran off and joined the pagans?" asks Dean. "Daddy doesn't say anything about anything," says Gabriel. "Then what happened?--why did you ditch?" asks Sam. "Do you blame him?" asks Dean. "His brothers are heavyweight douchenozzles." "Shut your cakehole," says Gabriel angrily, "you don't know anything about my family. I love my father, my brothers, LOVE them, but watching them turn on each other, tear at each other's throats--I couldn't bear it, OK? So I left--and now it's happening all over again." "Then help us stop it!" says Sam. "It can't be stopped," says Gabriel. "You want to see the end of the world?" asks Dean. "I WANT IT TO BE OVER!" cries Gabriel. "I have to sit back and watch my own brothers kill each other, thanks to you two! Heaven, hell, I don't care who wins--I just want it to be over!" "It doesn't have to be like that!" insists Sam. "There has to be some way to pull the plug!" Laughing bitterly, Gabriel says, "Oh, you do NOT know my family. What you guys call the apocalypse, I used to call Sunday dinner. That's why there's no stopping this, because this isn't about a war, it's about two brothers who loved each other and betrayed each other. You think you'd be able to relate!" "What are you talkin' about?" asks Sam. Noting the brothers are looking at each other, confused, Gabriel whistles. "You sorry sons-of-bitches" he says, "why do you think you two are the vessels? Think about it--Michael, the big brother, loyal to an absent father, then Lucifer, the little brother, rebellious to daddy's plan--you were born to this, boys! It's your destiny! It was ALWAYS you! 'As it is in heaven, so it must be on earth!'" (He reaches for the sky as he says this.) "One brother has to kill the other." "What the hell are you saying?" asks Dean. (Who must be really dense not to get it by now, or in deep, deep denial.) "Why do you think I've always taken an interest in you two?" asks Gabriel. "Because from the moment Dad flipped on the lights around here, we knew it was all gonna end with you. ALWAYS." Dean and Sam digest this horrific news for a few moments. "No, that's not gonna happen," says Dean. "I'm sorry, but it is," says Gabriel. He looks at them, seems to take pity. "Guys, I wish this were a TV show--easy answers, answers wrapped up in a bow, but this is real, and it's gonna end bloody for all of us. That's just how it's gotta be." (This editor is crying now. I have no idea how Kripke is planning to end the show, but just the THOUGHT of any dead Winchester brothers gets my waterworks spritzing wildly. Just no!) read less

From the center of the burning circle, Gabriel asks the boys if they're going to stand there, staring at each other for the rest of eternity. "Bring Cas back, or we'll deep-fry ourselves an archangel" threatens Dean. Seeing how steadfast Sam's and Dean's expressions are, Gabriel snaps his fingers and Cas is with them, none the worse for wear. "Hello, Gabriel," says Cas. "Hi, bro," says Gabriel, "how's the search for Daddy going? Let me guess--awful." He makes a face at Cas. "We're outta here," ... read more From the center of the burning circle, Gabriel asks the boys if they're going to stand there, staring at each other for the rest of eternity. "Bring Cas back, or we'll deep-fry ourselves an archangel" threatens Dean. Seeing how steadfast Sam's and Dean's expressions are, Gabriel snaps his fingers and Cas is with them, none the worse for wear. "Hello, Gabriel," says Cas. "Hi, bro," says Gabriel, "how's the search for Daddy going? Let me guess--awful." He makes a face at Cas. "We're outta here," says Dean, "Sam?" Gabriel nervously demands, "Are you gonna leave me here forever?" "No," says Dean, "because we don't screw with people the way YOU do! And for the record, this isn't about some prize fight between your brothers, or some destiny that can't be stopped--this is about YOU being too afraid to stand up to your family!" Dean sets off the fire alarm, which makes the sprinklers rain water down on the angel and douse the flames. "Don't say I never did anything for you!" yells Dean, who exchanges a dirty look with Gabriel. A similar look passes between Cas and his brother. (OUTSIDE THE WAREHOUSE) - "All that stuff he was spoutin' in there, think he was tellin' the truth?" asks Dean. "I think he believes it," says Sam. "So what do we do?" asks Dean. "I dunno," says Sam. "I'll tell you one thing, right about now, I wish I was back on a TV show," says Dean. "Me too," says Sam. read less

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