Defending Your Life Supernatural
Aired on Friday, October 14, 2011, on The CW
Dearborn, Michigan - A man, sweaty and breathless, runs from a car chasing him. When he thinks he has averted it, he turns to find it's mysteriously appeared on his other side. "That's impossible!" he gasps, as it chases him down again. He ducks into a building, unlocks a door, runs up to the 10th floor and closes it behind him. "You're OK," he assures himself--until he realizes he's able to see the air he's breathing. He turns, horrified-- the car is bearing down on him. "NOOOOOOOO!" he cries. ...
Dearborn, Michigan - A man, sweaty and breathless, runs from a car chasing him. When he thinks he has averted it, he turns to find it's mysteriously appeared on his other side. "That's impossible!" he gasps, as it chases him down again. He ducks into a building, unlocks a door, runs up to the 10th floor and closes it behind him. "You're OK," he assures himself--until he realizes he's able to see the air he's breathing. He turns, horrified-- the car is bearing down on him. "NOOOOOOOO!" he cries. His body is smashed to a pulp, matching the credits.
Dean and Sam, gorgeously suited up, pull up in the Impala where the case is being investigated. Sam, apparently feeling Lucifer's presence, presses his thumb into his healed hand, reminding himself what is real. "Feels wonky," remarks Dean. "WHAT?" asks Sam, thinking he's been caught. "Working a regular job," says Dean. "Bobby will call if anything flares up on he Leviathan front," says Sam. Dean thinks it's good they're working something regular, cut and dry--"and you seem good," he remarks. "I am," says Sam, "and thanks--for Amy--I know you didn't want to let her go, but it was the right thing to do, so thanks." (Hello, guilt meter is reflected on Dean's face!) "No problem," says Dean. The brothers flash their FBI badges and enter the crime scene. The cop in charge welcomes them to Crazy Town, population one dead guy. The vic was Matthew Hammond, and he was crushed to death. "If it weren't on the 10th floor, I'd say by a car." CSI takes pictures of the bloody hole in the brick wall. Sam's EMF meter is going crazy. "Some kind of ghost--with a license?" says Dean, quipping "license to KILL." "Seriously?" asks Sam. Sam finds red residue on the carpet, but it's not powder or sulfur, just dirt. "Possessed cars can't do stairs," says Dean, looking through a bowl of what I guess are the vic's personal effects, "it's something spectral." He finds an AA chip, 10 years. "Dead and sober, double crappy," says Dean, tossing the chip to Sam. Sam finds a $50 a month charge to a place called Jane's. He tosses back the chip to Dean, who says he gave up sobriety for Lent. (LOL!) "We're not Catholic," says Sam. "Always with the details," says Dean, "AA gives me the jeeves." "Wow, shocking," says Sam, "I'll get the meeting, you go ahead on Jane." He hands him the paperwork.
At the Dearborn Outreach Center, a woman explains to Sam that Matt was a tortured soul who had a lot going on, but he played it all close to the vest. Something was eating at him the last time she saw him. He almost slipped just before he died. "He called me from Neal's Tavern, said he was an inch away from drinking, I ran over and talked him off the ledge--but like I said, he didn't share much."
Dean grins at a pretty girl exiting a flower shop. Dean explains to the shopgirl about Matt's death. That explains a lot, she says--apparently he paid three years in advance to keep his monthly delivery going--to a Miss Elizabeth Duren. Dean asks for the latter's address.
The brothers find that Miss Duran is buried in a cemetery and was only 10 when she died. Dean suggests they chew on who she was back at the hotel. Checking the computer, they learn Elizabeth Duran was killed when a neighbor ran her over while she was riding her bike. "Kinda makes you wonder if the guy wasn't drunk when he ran her over," says Dean, eying his beer as he takes a gulp. "Now that we got a decent bead on Ghost Rider, let's burn her bones," says Sam, "put her to rest." "The fun never stops," complainss Dean.
A man, pursued by a dog, locks himself in a restaurant. "Keep that thing away from me!" he screams, racing to the men's room and locking himself in. He dials 911, explaining he's in a restaurant somewhere and needs help, but turns to find the dog there with him. It goes for him. There's blood splattered all over the walls. The 911 operator is calling to him, promising to send paramedics if he tells her where he is, but it's obvious he won't need them--he's very much dead.
Editor's notes: I found this portion of the show pretty dull. I guess these investigation
have taken on a "been there done that" air for me that just doesn't engross me anymore. I like the quips between the brothers, but I found myself squirming in my seat, waiting for something more interesting to happen.
TitleScene 3 The brothers get a lead on the case (00:08:13 - 00:19:02) view scene
The brothers enter their hotel room. "Another night at the office," growls Dean, "why don't you take the first shower." Sam reads to Dean from the local newspaper about a man being torn to shreds by a wild animal the previous night. Turns out the guy had a history with dogs--five years ago, he was arrested for running a dog-fighting ring. "So some rottie goes Cujo on him beyond the grave? suggests Dean--do dogs even have ghosts?" This is the first Sam's heard of it. Ghost dog? Ghost car? Both ...
The brothers enter their hotel room. "Another night at the office," growls Dean, "why don't you take the first shower." Sam reads to Dean from the local newspaper about a man being torn to shreds by a wild animal the previous night. Turns out the guy had a history with dogs--five years ago, he was arrested for running a dog-fighting ring. "So some rottie goes Cujo on him beyond the grave? suggests Dean--do dogs even have ghosts?" This is the first Sam's heard of it. Ghost dog? Ghost car? Both weird. Vengeance on the guy who Michael Vicked you makes sense, says Dean--I'm no one to judge, but it sounds like that guy had it coming. Maybe, but maybe not, says Sam--he got busted, got probation, continued working for an animal shelter long after he had to and raised a lot of money for them--people change. Tell that to ghost dog, advises Dean. (LOL!) Get suited up, says Sam, we'll go check out the body. Dean isn't thrilled. At the Wayne County Coroner's Office, Dean waits outside. Sam joins him and tells him he found the same red dirt under this guy's nails and on his feet that they found on the car crash guy's floor, so there's got to be some place they both walked--which turns out to be an apple farm. "Apparently what's in red dirt makes great apples," reveals Sam. "I'd be SO interested in that if I ate apples," says Dean sarcastically. "This place is old, abandoned, a few hundred acres," says Sam, which doesn't please Dean: "We'll be searching all year!" he bitches.
They finally catch a break in the case when they nearly run down an old black man running away from two people he shot and killed in a liquor store robbery in 1981. He's just been sentenced to death, he claims, which makes little sense to the brothers, especially since he just got out of prison. "I did 30 years, just got paroled," the man explains. "I was running from the trial! One minute I'm at the bar, and the next I get jumped! Wake up in a damn courtroom! There was a judge; everything was crazy--it was in a barn." "At the apple farm?" asks Sam. "Yeah," the guy replies. He was grabbed at Neal's Tavern. Same place as Matt Hammond, Sam reminds Dean. "You believe me--who the hell are you?" the guy asks them. Sam asks him if the judge has a name. No, but there were symbols. Sam asks him to draw them for him.
Dean, puzzled, takes Sam outside their Rainier Hotel for a discussion while the guy is drawing. A drunk driver, Michael Vick, a murderer--when did our black and white case turn to mud? It's not on us to judge, says Sam. Complete crap, says Dean, everyone judges all day long; I'm just supposed to ignore what that guy did?--I have a hard time not rooting for the ghosts on this one. We've shot people, Sam reminds him, more than two. Yeah, and when those ghosts come to kick my ass, they've got a compelling case, says Dean. So you're saying you don't want to work the job anymore." Sam asks. Dean just wants one simple day on the job, that's all. Sam heads to work the barn, Dean the bar. To work or drink? asks Sam. Dean hasn't decided.
Sam tries to convince the man they saved to go with him to find the barn, but, nearly hysterical, he refuses, safer with Sam or not. The people he shot are out there waiting for him! Sam seats the guy in a salt circle and tells him to stay put, then sends the symbols the guy drew to Bobby via cell phone.
Bar - Dean orders a double scotch from a stunning blond bartender named Mia. He asks if she works the night shift, and she asks if he's planning on making this a regular thing. She believes him when he tells her he's a cop cop--you look like you've seen some crap, she says. When he downs two quick doubles, she asks if it's work or love life, has to be one. I'm like a captive shrink with unlimited alcohol, she points out. She gets curious, on occasion, to hear people's problems, and pours one for each of them. A man listens intently to what Dean is telling Mia. Work thing, he says--"You ever do something behind someone's back because you had to?" If you had to, she says, why feel bad, it doesn't make any sense. "We don't have enough room for the worms popping from that can, sister," insists Dean. When she says she's off in an hour and suggests he slow down on his booze, he switches to beer. "Good choice," she grins. (Ed. note: Dean looked SO good, but the way he was putting away the booze, I can't figure out how he's going to get it up.)
Red barn - Sam arrives in the Impala, finds the red dirt on the floor inside. Bobby calls to tell him the "chicken scratches" are Egyptian, Book of the Dead. They ID the god Osiris, real authoritarian type. He gets hold of you and becomes judge, jury and executioner. Lore says he sees directly into the human heart, weighs the guilt, finds more than a feather's worth, you're done. He pops up, does the circuit judge gig, and leaves. Which means Sam and Dean must get the he'll out of Dodge, insists Bobby. Who feels guiltier than the Winchesters? Sam gulps.
Dean waits for Mia in front of the bar, giving himself a pep talk: "Enjoy yourself, it's been a while, put your mitt down, you are Dean Winchester, this is what you do." His phone rings, but before he can answer, he's grabbed by a shadowy hand and dragged away.
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Editor's note: What pisses me off about Osiris is that he doesn't give credit for time served or the fact that people who do wrong more than make up for their crimes. The man Sam and Dean nearly ran over already served his time and was out on parole. Dog Fight Guy more than made up for his crime (well, maybe, to some people) by working more than his allotted time at the animal shelter, then raising large amounts of money on their behalf. They paid their debt to society, but if Osiris was going to judge folks on the guilt in their hearts, he was going to be one very busy god, because we usually judge ourselves more harshly than our peers do. So while Sam managed to make Dean see he shouldn't feel guilty over what happened to Jo or Sam, that third witness, Amy, even though she wasn't even called, only needed to be brought back into MEMORY for Dean to convict himself. He felt guilty not just for killing Amy, but for lying about her behind Sam's back. Notice Sam doesn't learn about Dean's betrayal, not from Osiris or from a confession from Dean. If not for Bobby's timely knowledge about how to do away with Osiris, Dean would have died at Jo's hand--because of the overwhelming guilt at killing Amy. read less
Sam leaves his brother a third cell phone message: "You'd better not be loaded. Call me, this is important."
Mia, waiting outside the bar for Dean, picks the ringing phone up off the pavement. She asks if this is Dean's phone. Learning it is, she explains he was supposed to meet her here. Sam rushes to Mia's side.
When ghosts disrupt the TV and lights in the hotel room, the guy they saved runs out of the protective salt circle, the room--and directly into the ghosts he... read more Sam leaves his brother a third cell phone message: "You'd better not be loaded. Call me, this is important."
Mia, waiting outside the bar for Dean, picks the ringing phone up off the pavement. She asks if this is Dean's phone. Learning it is, she explains he was supposed to meet her here. Sam rushes to Mia's side.
When ghosts disrupt the TV and lights in the hotel room, the guy they saved runs out of the protective salt circle, the room--and directly into the ghosts he murdered. They have a gun. "You did it to us!" rasps the husband, and shoots him dead.
Mia tells Sam she hopes Dean is OK and shows him where she found the phone. Sam kneels, locates the telltale red dirt, and heads off where he needs to go. He enters a barn, where a gleaming gold throne sits and Egyptian symbols abound.
In another room, Dean is secured to a chair with chains. He pushes futilely against the bonds. "Quit squirming, Mr. Winchester, they're Houdini-proof," warns Osiris, "now, you wanna talk about charges, or. . ." Dean prefers to discuss "Your Bukowski shtick at the bar--what, can't jump a guy when he's sober?" "You and that waitress had quite a talk, huh?" states Osiris, "get a couple of drinks in you and the guilt comes POURING out!" "Eavesdropping, that's cute," says Dean. "Speaking of, are you gonna skulk all night, Sam?" asks Osiris. Sam joins them. Osiris praises him for finding him, and for figuring out who he is. "You wanna fill me in?" asks Dean roughly. "Osiris, an Egyptian god," supplies Sam. "TA DA!" crows Osiris, who then orders Sam to leave, go about his business. Sam has a better idea: "If anyone should be on trial, it's me." "That's for me to decide, now GO AWAY," orders the god. "He has the right to an attorney," insists Sam, "let me defend him." "That's unusual," remarks Osiris. "Are you going to respect his rights or not?" pushes Sam. "Why not," says Osiris, inviting Sam to sit beside Dean, who reminds his brother he was only PRE-law. Osiris points out that he has an ENDLESS list of witnesses to call. "Objection!" calls Sam, "this isn't fair!" "FAIR? I'm sorry. Moving on," says Osiris, "I can make it very simple--three witnesses." "OBJECTION!" calls Sam again--"witnesses being called without prior notice. "Good one," praises Dean. Sam saw that on GOOD WIFE. "Very fine objection," says Osiris--"DENIED!" "WHAT? WHY?" demands Sam. "Because I'm the judge, sit," says Osiris, "now stop objecting, or I'll find you in contempt, that is, kill you--so I advise you to let me move it along!" (Wow, kangaroo court much?) First witness: Joanna Beth Harvelle. She looks. . .dead, attired in hunter garb. "Jo," greets Dean. "Dean. . .Sam," she says, "long time." Osiris asks her to sit down and state her name for the court and her relationship to Dean. "We worked together," she replies. (We see their first meeting, when she disarmed him and thrust a gun into his back, working together on her first case, with the murdered blonds.) "Did you admire him?" asks Osiris. "As a hunter," Jo answers, "as a guy, he was kind of a jerk." "So, you saw him as a mentor of sorts?" Osiris continues. "I wouldn't put it like that," she says, "I trusted him, so if you're trying to say he was a bad guy. . ." "Was it hard, working with him?" asks Osiris, "considering your feelings?" "No, what feelings?" Jo asks. "You would have followed him into any battle," says Osiris. "I know what you're getting at," says Jo, "and it's bull!" "So Dean had nothing to do with your first case, the one that started it all," prods Osiris. (A few quick scenes Dean recalls from "No Exit": he's tossing her father's knife, following her through a very narrow wall, hacking through a wall to save her, Jo covering her eyes when she's enclosed in a wooden box by a ghost, then grabbed and thrown up and down by the ghost.) "It wasn't like that," insists Jo. "No feelings--none at all," says Osiris--"you would have chosen the exact same vote--ended up in that hardware store, holding a fuse." "You're a piece of work," accuses Dean, "you know that?--put words in her mouth?" Osiris silences Dean, stopping any words from coming out of HIS mouth, leaving him gasping for air. "Keep him under control, Counsel," he warns Sam, "or I'll cut out his tongue. Your witness."
Sam asks Jo if she idolized her father when he was alive. "Basically," she says. "So why did you stop?" asks Sam--"to impress some loud-mouth you just met? Or because you wanted to be like your dad?" "Daddy issues, definitely," admits Jo, "listen, Dean, I don't. . ." She abruptly disappears at a gesture from Osiris, who tells the brother that they can have "a moment to strategize. And then I'll call my next witness," he says pointedly to Dean, who glares at him balefully.
Sam asks Dean who the next witness is. "He looked at you like you might know." "I have no clue!" cries Dean--"This whole thing is like an episode of Pee Wee's Playhouse." Osiris calls Sam Winchester to the stand. "Not exactly the life you expected, is it?" demands Osiris. "Details a little different," admits Sam. "For a while there, you were going to be a real lawyer, marry Jess." "That was a long time ago," says Sam. "But weren't you out of the family racket until Dean showed back up in that gas guzzler--the truth now. (Sam kissing Jess in the nurse's outfit on Halloween, Dean shoving him against the bridge, Jess burning on the ceiling, Dean saving him from the fire.) "It's complicated," says Sam, not as shaken as I would have expected. "That one act had quite a domino effect," says Osiris, "come back, your girl's dead." "That wasn't Dean's fault," says Sam. "Sure, and neither is everything that came after," says Osiris, "all the death and the blood and hanging on by a thread, none of that is on Dean directly." To his horror, (Dean recalls hitting Sam when they first met Gordon, shoving Ben aside when he turned into a vampire, the death of the poor schlub who believed in the mandroid, Pam's death, Jo's death, Dad's burning, Dad's tombstone in the episode with the Djinn, Sam dying in Dean's arms, Lisa in Dean's arms, gravely wounded.) Dean's eyes are welling up. Osiris, to Sam, "Don't you think that your brother dragged you back to that catastrophic mess because he'd rather have you with him than be alone." Sam thinks for a long moment and finally answers, "No. One way or another, I'd have gotten pulled back in." "You know that for certain," says Osiris. "I'm pretty sure," says Sam--"I'm POSITIVE." "I believe you," says Osiris, hands raised as if defending himself, "hey, if it was about convincing ME, I would say. . .I don't decide anything, Sam. I don't decide Dean's guilt. I just weigh the guilt that's already there. This is souly about how Dean feels way down deep. Them's the breaks." "Wait," says Sam, "so if Dean believes he's innocent, then he is?" "If. . .a big IF," clarifies Osiris, "why do I bring up the past? To see if he feels like talking about it. People want to be judged. They REALLY do! When your heart's heavy, lemmee tell you, your punishment's a mercy." I want to call Dean to the stand," says Sam. "Oh you do now?" says Osiris--"there is an order to the stuff, you know. OK, I'll allow it." He snaps his fingers, freeing Dean from the chains. Standing before his brother, Sam asks, "So, when you came and got me, did you know that Jess would die?--or any of it?" "Of course not," answers Dean. "How could you, are you psychic?" asks Sam. When Dean doesn't respond, Sam says, "That's a question." "No, definitely not psychic," says Dean. "Great," says Sam, "so why would you feel guilty about no predicting the future?" "I guess it didn't make any sense," admits Dean, "actually, no, I don't." "What about Jo--did you actually kill her?" asks Sam. "No," replies Dean. "Isn't it true that you don't feel guilty about her?" asks Sam--"that you're just sad she's dead?--that it just blows?" "Actually, maybe yeah," agrees Dean. "Mmm mmm mmm," I like your style, Sam," says Osiris, "very engaging." "Dean, does any of this really feel like it's on you?" asks Sam. "Not really," says Dean. "Then is your heart heavy with guilt, or just plain heavy--and none of this guy's business?" asks Sam. "What you said, the second thing," answers Dean. "Then I rest my case," says Sam. "Very good, both of you," praises Osiris--"all right, because I really enjoyed that, I'm going to be generous and ask, Dean, do you want me to call my last witness?" (Dean sees himself stabbing Amy to death, and Sam thanking him for letting Amy go, for doing the right thing, and himself saying no problem. Aw shit.) "Or have you had enough?" finishes Osiris. Seeing Dean's face, Sam asks, "What the hell's he talkin' about?" "Stop Ally McBealin', just drop the hammer, will ya!" orders Dean. "He's giving us more time!" says Sam. "It's not going to make a difference, Sam!" says Dean. "Do you need another moment?" asks Osiris. He rises, bangs his huge gavel and says, "The court has reached a verdict: I find you, Dean Winchester, guilty in your heart and sentence you to die. I suggest you get your affairs in order. Quickly."
Sam and Dean return to their hotel to find the guy they tried to save dead, being wheeled out on a gurney. Sam is upset that the man didn't listen to him. "They would have gotten to him one way or another," says Dean, "he was battin' a thousand." "There's still time," says Sam, referring to Dean, and they jump on research for what appears to be a long time. Bobby calls with a way to give Osiris a dirt nap--for two hundred years, at least. "It's worked a couple of times since the pharaohs were bi...
Sam and Dean return to their hotel to find the guy they tried to save dead, being wheeled out on a gurney. Sam is upset that the man didn't listen to him. "They would have gotten to him one way or another," says Dean, "he was battin' a thousand." "There's still time," says Sam, referring to Dean, and they jump on research for what appears to be a long time. Bobby calls with a way to give Osiris a dirt nap--for two hundred years, at least. "It's worked a couple of times since the pharaohs were big," says Bobby. To Sam, that's only temporary, but Bobby says that's good enough until a hunter in a spacesuit comes up with something better. "You're going to need to stab him with a Ram's Horn," says Bobby. "Where am I going to find that in Dearborn?" asks Sam. "No clue," says Bobby, "but make sure it's a sharp piece, he ain't gonna let you stab him twice." "Yeah, thanks," says Sam, heading to the computer. "Apparently, Jewish people blow through them once a year," he tells Dean. "Where are you going to find one this time of night?" his brother asks. "Synagogue?" says Sam. "You're gonna steal from the temple," says Dean, sipping from his drink, "that's a new low." "You're on Death Row, quit jokin' around," warns Sam, and holds his hand out for the keys. "Dick's gonna sic Jo after me," says Dean. "You're a hunter, you know how to deal with ghosts," Sam reminds him. Dean drops the keys in his hand. "So you're suggesting I kill her again?" asks Dean. "You didn't kill her," Sam reminds him, "I'll hurry." Dean pours a salt circle around himself, then quietly says, "You can come out now." Jo walks out of the shadows.
Sam finds a nice, sharp Ram's Horn waiting on a desk. A bald, bespectacled Rabbi comes into the room. "I'm guessing you're not here for Bar Mitzvah lessons," he says. "Uhhhh," says Sam. (So what followed? A knock-out punch? The truth, which the Rabbi accepted and believed?)
At the same tavern where Osiris eavesdropped on Dean, he now listens to the guilty sins of a red-haired woman as she pours them out to Mia.
"You know, I'd never do this," Jo tells Dean. "I know," he says. "I guess it's his thing," Jo says, "a kind of twisted eye for an eye." "It's OK," Dean assures her. ""No it's not," she insists, "you deserve better." "No, you did--you deserve better, Jo," he says.
Ram's Head on the seat beside him, Sam is racing the Impala back to the hotel. (How did he talk the Rabbi into letting him keep it, I wonder?)
"My life was good, really," says Jo. "He was right, you know," says Dean, "that dick judge about me." "Ne he wasn't," she says. "You were a kid," says Dean. "Not true!" she counters. "You and Sam," says Dean, "hunters are never kids, I never was--I didn't even stop to think about it." "It's not your fault," she says, "it wasn't on you." "But I didn't want to do it alone," says Dean, "the right thing would have been to send your ass back home to your mom." "Like to have seen you try," she smiles. "He was right about one thing," she says. "What, your massive crush on me?" grins Dean. "Shut up," she teases, then says, seriously, "you carry all kinds of crap you don't have to, and it gets cleared out when you're dead." Well," he says, "in that case, you should be able to see that I am 90% crap--I get rid of that, what then?" "You really want to die not knowing?" she asks. He nods. She tells him it's time. She suddenly appears at the stove and turns on the gas. (He remembers them setting up the bomb in that hardware store, pressing the detonator into her hand, kissing her, then the explosion that burned up her and Ellen.) He realizes how she's going to kill him.
Neal's Tavern - The guilt-ridden redhead exits the bar.
Dean stands, steadfast, in the salt circle. Jo reminds him, "I used to hunt ghosts, I know the tricks." She freezes the window pane. When it cracks and breaks, wind scatters the salt, leaving Dean without protection. "He's making me do this," Jo reminds Dean. "It's OK," he says gently.
The redhead drops her keys before she can get into her car. Osiris grabs her, covers her mouth with one hand.
Jo slips Dean's lighter from his pocket and opens it. (In the hardware store, he holds her hand, showing her how to press the doorbell and detonate the bomb he and Sam created.) She only has to flick the lighter and the entire room will explode into flames, killing him.
Osiris struggles with his red-haired prey. Sam comes up behind him and stabs him in the back with the Ram's Horn, deep and determined. Osiris' eyes go blue; his head turns to stone as he collapses to the ground. Gasping, Sam surveys his handiwork.
Jo presses her hand to Dean's face, a gesture of love, affection and goodbye. He closes his eyes. The lighter falls to the floor; Jo flickers and disappears. Dean opens his eyes. "Jo?" he calls. She's gone.
The brothers, enjoying a couple of beers, have parked the Impala by a gorgeous lake. They're leaning against their beloved home, talking about Jo. "So, it seem like she was in pain?" asks Sam. "No, she just kind of faded," says Dean, "regular Jo, actually, maybe a little happier." "I got a question," says Dean, "so where the hell did that come from--volunteering to defend me?" "He was gonna kick me out," says Sam. "I dunno," says Dean, "in another life, you might have made a pretty decent scuzzbag." They laugh together. "I'm zero for one," says Sam. "That's not your fault," says Dean, "you were pretty convincing." "So who was he talkin' about--that whole final witness thing?" asks Sam. "No idea," says Dean, "honestly, that could be just about anybody dead we know." (How many people can make that statement?) Sam sighs in agreement. "By the way," says Dean, "I get why Judge Judy put me on trial, I got guilt comin' out of my pores, but why did he skip you?" "I think I just don't feel guilty anymore," explains Sam. "Come on," chides Dean. "I don't know what to tell you," says Sam, "I spent a lot of time feelin' pretty crappy, like, my whole life." "You got a secret stash of happy pills?" asks Dean. "Hell," says Sam significantly--"look, I'm not sayin' it's logical, I'm just sayin' I did a lot of stuff I shoulda felt bad for, and I paid a lotta dues, and I came out the other side." "And that worked," says Dean, "you really feel like your slate's wiped?" "No," says Sam, frustrated because he can't really explain it, "nothing ever gets wiped, "sometimes I see Lucifer when I friggin' brush my teeth, but I finally feel like my past is my past and I can move on with my life--you know, hopefully." (I was weeping during this speech, happy for Sam.) "Easier said than done," says Dean. "No arguing that," agrees Sam. They are standing on opposite sides of the Impala. "I don't know whether to be jealous or weirded-out," says Dean. "Get used to it," advises Sam, "I don't wanna sound lame, but I kinda feel good, Dean." "Well, you are going to be a pleasure to ride with," quips Dean. They slide smoothly into their respective seats, Dean at the wheel, Sam riding shotgun, and drive away.
I think of the hopeful smile on Sam's face and wish to see the same on Dean's face one day soon. I really, really do.