FOREST
Dean was running frantically through the woods, fleeing from Hellhounds. Suddenly he stopped, confronted with a Hellhound that had cut in front of him. He stood for a few beats, looking at it. Dean suddenly turned on his heel and ran back the way he came from, the Hellhound on his trail. Suddenly, it tripped him and got him on the ground. He screamed and blood spattered on his face.
CABIN - NIGHT
Dean woke up breathing heavily from his dream. He blinked a few times then looked down at the book he'd fallen asleep on. It was open to a page about Hellhounds, with a picture of them. Alana had a concerned expression on her face.
Sam entered. "Dig up anything good?"
Dean closed the book and shook his head a bit, not looking at him. "No." He cleared his throat. "Nothing good."
"Well, Bobby has. Finally."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. A way to find Lilith."
"Oh. With just ah-" he looked at his watch, "30 hours to go." He paused a beat and smiled. "Hey, why don't we just make a TJ-run, yeah? You know... some señoritas, my girl for me, cervezas, uh, we could... What's Spanish for 'donkey show'?"
Sam snickered. "So if we do save you... Let's never do that."
Alana nodded. "Yeah, I'm with Sam. But I don't mind time with you, love."
"Yeah..." He looked down on the books as Sam sat down next to him and Alana joined them.
"Hey, Dean." Sam sighed. "Look, we're cutting it close, I know. But we're gonna get this done. I don't care what it takes, Dean. You're not going to Hell. You're not gonna die." Dean looked over at him. "I swear. Everything's gonna be okay."
Dean's facial expression changed as he looked at Sam and Alana, suddenly terrified. Sam and Alana's faces were completely distorted, flinging to the sides at a rapid pace. Sam and Alana returned to normal.
"Yeah, okay."
CABIN - DAY
Bobby placed an old tracking device over a map of the United States. The device had three wooden legs coming out from a glass ball at the top. The ball had a flat, metal piece going around it with symbols on it. Further down the legs there was another metal piece, only bigger. From the ball hung a pendulum device that was sharp on the end so it could pinpoint a specific place.
"So you need a name, that's the whole kit and caboodle," Bobby said. "With the right name, right ritual, ain't nothing you can't suss out."
"Like the town Lilith's in?" Sam asked.
"Kid, when I get done, we'll know down the street."
Bobby began the ritual, started the swing for the pendulum and chanted in Latin. As Dean and Sam watched, the pendulum began to search over the map until it suddenly stopped.
Sam looked at where it had stopped. "New Harmony, Indiana."
Dean looked up at Bobby as Bobby said, "And we have a winner."
"All right." Sam pushed the pendulum away and looked at Bobby. "Let's go."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold on," Dean said. "Let's all shut up there, Tex."
"What's the problem?"
"What's the problem? Come on, where do I begin? I mean, first of all, we don't even know if Lilith holds my deal. We're going off Bela's death? Now when that bitch breathes, the air comes out crooked. Okay. Second, even if we could get to Lilith, we have no way to gank her. And third, isn't this the same Lilith that wants your giant head on a pike? Should I continue?"
Bobby frowned. "Ain't you just bringing down the room."
"Yeah, well, it's a gift."
"I'm sorry, so then what are we supposed to do, Dean?" Sam asked.
"Just 'cause I gotta die, doesn't mean you or Seri have to, okay? Either we go in smart or we don't go in at all."
"Okay, find. If that's the case I have the answer."
"You do?" Dean and Alana questioned.
"Yeah. A sure-fire way to confirm it's Lilith and a way to get us a bona fide demon-killing ginsu."
"Damn it, Sam, no," Dean said, turning his back to Sam and walking a few steps away.
"We're so past arguing. Dean, Alana, I am summoning Ruby."
Dean turned around, facing him. "The hell you are! We have enough problems at it is."
"Exactly." Sam walked up to his broher. "And we've got no time and no choice either."
"Come on man, she is the Miss Universe of lying skanks, okay. She told you that she could save me, huh - lie. She seems to know everything about Lilith but forgot to mention, oh right - Lilith owns my soul."
"Okay, fine. She's a liar. She's still got that knife."
"Dean," Bobby called.
"For all we know, she works for Lilith."
"Then give me another option, Dean. I mean, tell me what else. Alana, you're awfully quiet," Sam said.
"Sam's right," Bobby told him.
"No! Damnit!" Dean yelled.
Bobby looked at him, surprised. They all looked at each other for a few seconds.
Dean's tone was calmer. "Just no. We are not gonna make the same mistakes all over again." They looked at him, shocked. "You guys wanna save me, find something else."
Sam, Bobby and Alana looked at him as he walked back to a table he was sitting at before, and sat down with a contemplative look. Alana sat across from him and held out her hands. Dean placed his in hers and she squeezed them gently. As Sam looked at them, sighing, Bobby grabbed his jacket.
"Where are you going, Bobby?" Sam asked.
Bobby glanced at him. "I guess to..." he threw out his arms, "find something else."
Sam sighed and looked into space.
BASEMENT
Sam was on his knees and had drawn a triangle on the floor with symbols at every point and put candles outside every point. In the middle was a circle with a bowl of a tree, dry substance in it.
He spoke a summoning ritual. "Ad construgendum ad ligandum eos pariter Et solvendum." He heard a sound behind him, but there was no one there. He turned back, looked up at the roof, and sighed. "Et ad congregantum eos coram me."
He took up a box of matches and struck one. He watched the flame for a beat and threw the match into the bowl. The content ignited and fire flared up and then it calmed down and burnt out. Sam got up off the floor and slowly turned to look behind him as the floor creaked. There was still nothing there.
"You know, phones work too," Ruby said.
Sam turned back and saw Ruby leaning against the doorway.
She smiled at him. "Hey, Sam. How's tricks?"
Sam didn't look happy to see her, but instead, angry. "How do you get around so fast?"
"I got the Super Bowl jet pack." She began walking towards him. "So. You called?"
"Did you know?"
"Um -- gonna need a tiny bit more."
"About Dean's deal. That Lilith holds the contract."
"Yes, I did."
"And... what? You didn't think either were important?"
"You weren't ready."
"For what?"
"If I told you, you three yahoos would have just charged after her half-cocked and Lilith would have peeled the meat from your pretty, pretty faces."
"Well, we're ready now." He paused a beat. "I want your knife."
She looked at him for a beat and began walking around him slowly. "You're right about one thing. You are ready. And now's the time, too. Lilith's guard's down."
"Is that so?"
"She's on shore-leave. A little R&R."
"The hell's that mean?"
"Trust me, you don't wanna know. You didn't lose those hex bags I gave you?"
"We've got 'em."
"Good. Then she won't see that you're coming."
Sam turned around and looked at her. "So you'll give us the knife?"
"No."
"But you just said-"
"You wanna charge in with one little pigsticker? It's a waste of a true-blue window. Like getting Hitler with that exploding briefcase. Forget it."
Sam grew angry. "Okay, then how?"
"I know how to save your brother, Sam."
"No, you don't! You told Dean you couldn't! You've been lying to me all along, so just give me your damn knife!"
"You're not the one I've been lying to."
"Oh, so you can save him?"
"No. But you can."
"What?"
"Sam, you've got some God-given talent. Well, not "God"-given, but you get the gist."
"All that psychic crap? That's gone ever since Yellow-Eyes died."
Ruby shook her head. "Not gone, dormant. And not just visions ether. Why do you think Lilith is so scared of you?"
"Right... she's scared of me."
"If you wanted, you could wipe her off the map without moving a muscle."
"I don't believe you."
"It's the truth."
"And you decided to tell me this just now?"
"Um... demon. Manipulative's kinda in the job description. Fact is, is that you would have never considered it. Not until you were-"
"Desperate enough?"
They exchanged a looked and she shrugged as he looked away.
"You don't like being different. You hate the way Dean looks at you sometimes. You hate how you worry Alana. But suck it up because we've got a lot of ground to cover, and we've gotta do it fast. But we can do it."
Sam clenched his jaw, looking at the floor. After a beat, he looked up at her and she continued. "Look. Call me a bitch, hate me all you want, but I have never lied to you, Sam. Not ever. And I'm telling you. You... can save your brother, and I can show you how."
"So that's you, huh?" Dean said. "Our slutty little Yoda."
He showed up behind her, not looking pleased.
"Dean," Ruby greeted as she turned and her voice hardened. "Charming as ever."
Dean began walking toward her and Sam as he said, "Aw, Alana and I knew you'd show up. Because we knew Sam wouldn't listen." Sam looked at him, but turned away quickly. "But you're not gonna teach him anything, you understand me? Over hers and my dead body."
"Oh. Well, you're right about that."
"What you are gonna do is give me that knife. And then you can just go crawl back into whatever slop you came from and never bother me, my wife or my brother again. Are we clear?"
"Your brother is carrying a bomb inside of him and we'd be stupid not to use it."
"Dean, look, just hold on for one-" Sam began.
Dean cut him off. "Don't. Come on man, what, are you blind? Can't you see that this is a trick?"
"That's not true," Ruby protested.
"She wants you to give into this whole demonic psychic whatever, okay. I mean hell, she probably wants you to become her little Antichrist superstar."
Ruby's tone turned angry. "I want Lilith dead. That's all."
"Why?" Alana asked.
"I've told you two why!"
Dean replied in a mocking tone, "Oh, right, yeah. Because you were human once and you liked kittens and long walks on the beach."
"You know, I am so sick of proving myself to you two. You wanna save yourselves, this is how. You dumb, spineless dick."
Dean looked at her, then turned around as if to leave, but instead came back swinging his right hook and punching her in the face, looking pissed. Sam backed away a bit, surprised by the hit. Ruby took a few steps back with the hit, looked up at them as she wiped blood from her lip and held her jaw a moment and after a beat, hit them both once with her right fist and then her left.
"Ruby, hey!" Sam yelled.
She went around and hit him in the back, causing them to double over. She kneed them in the face sending him into a beam and sliding to the floor. As she turned to Dean, he hit her in the face once with his left, and as he was about to hit with his right, she ducked out of the way and going with his momentum, kneed him in the stomach. Sam was on the floor, holding a hand over his mouth. Ruby kicked Dean in the face, causing him to fall to the floor. He tried to get up, but she walked over and kicked him hard in the stomach, sending him rolling to the floor. He started to get up and she came over and took hold of him, helped him up face-to-face only to head-butt him so he fell backwards to the floor again. As the demon stood looking at them, Dean smirked and slowly rose to his feet.
"The hell are you grinning at?"
"Missing something?" Dean asked smugly.
He pulled up Ruby's knife in front of her face. Ruby looked at him, pissed. "I'll kill you, you bitch."
Ruby rushed toward him, but midway she was stopped by an invisible wall. She tried to walk past it once as Dean looked her, then looked up at the roof. He'd painted a Devil's Trap above her. Sam took his hand from his mouth, surprised. Ruby looked at Dean again, pissed. He smiled a little, looking at the trap and then looked at her, still holding up the knife.
"Like I said..." Dean twirled the knife. "We know you'd come."
Dean walked away from her, toward the staircase. She followed him with her eyes.
"Wait!" Ruby called. "You're just gonna leave me here?"
Dean stopped, waiting for Sam and ignoring Ruby. "Let's go, Sam."
Sam came over as Dean took a deep breath, blinking hard and started up the stairs, followed by Sam.
"Oh, oh you -- so you're just too stupid to live, is that it? Then fine! You deserve Hell! I hate children of Hades! I wish I could be there, Dean. I wish I could smell the flesh sizzle off your bones! I WISH I COULD BE THERE TO HEAR YOU SCREAM!"
"And I wish you'd shut your pie hole, but we don't always get what we want," Dean said.
ROOM
Weapons were laid out. Dean picked up a clip as he, Sam and Alana loaded weapons in dead silence.
Sam sighed. "We're just gonna let Ruby rot down there?"
"That's the idea," Dean replied.
"Dean, Alana, what if, uh... What if Ruby's right? What if I can take out Lilith?" Dean looked up at at him with an angry, doubting look and Alana pursed her lips. "Quit looking at me like that."
Alana frowned. "What, are you gonna give her the Carrie-stare and Lilith goes "poof"?"
"I don't know what Ruby meant. You know, maybe we should just go ask her."
"Sam, you wanted the knife -- I got you the knife," Dean told him, walking over to another table.
"Dean, Alana, just listen to me for a second. Last time Lilith snapped her fingers and put 30 demons on our ass, and all we got's one little knife? I mean, like you said, we go in smart or we don't go in at all."
"Well, this ain't smart."
"We get one shot at this, Dean, Alana. Just one. So if there's a sure-fire way, then maybe we should just talk about it."
Dean walked up to him as he spoke. "Sam. We are not gonna make the same mistakes all over again."
"You said that but what does it even matter?"
"Don't you see a pattern here? Dad's deal, my deal, now this? I mean every time one, or two, of us is - is - is up the creek one of the others is begging to sell their soul. That's all this is, man. Ruby's just jerking your chain down the road. You know what it's paved with and you know where you're going."
He turned around, sat down against a table, across from Alana, and picked up the weapons again. Sam shook his head a bit and walked around to the other side of the table.
"Dean," Sam called, sitting next to Dean, looking at him as he continued to assemble the weapon. "What do you think is gonna happen? This is me, I can handle it. Alana, what do you think will happen?" Dean and Alana stopped what they were doing, he looked at the floor and they shook their heads. "And if it'll save you..."
"Why even risk it?" Alana asked.
Sam looked away a beat, then back at her. "Because you're my friend and he's my brother." He glanced to Dean. "Because you did the same thing for me."
Dean scoffed. "I know... and look how that turned out." He looked at Sam who looked away. "All I'm saying..." he began getting choked up. "Sammy, all I'm saying is that you and Alana are my weak spots." Sam looked at him, Alana glanced in the direction of him, and Dean smiled quickly. "You are. And I'm yours."
Sam replied in a choked tone, "You don't mean that. We're... we're family."
"I know. And those evil sons of bitches know it too. I mean, what we'll do for each other, you know, how far we'll go? They're using it against us."
"So what? We just stop looking out for each other?"
"No, we stop being martyrs, dude. We - we - we stop spreading it for these demons." He picked up Ruby's knife and held it up. "We take this knife, and we go after Lilith our way. The way Dad taught us to. And if we go down, then, uh... then we go down swinging." Sam looked at his brother. "What do you think?"
Sam looked down on the floor, thinking. "I think you totally should have been jamming Eye of the Tiger right there."
Dean rose. "Oh, bite me. I totally rehearsed that speech, took."
Sam smiled. "So, Indiana, huh?"
"Yeah, that's where Lilith's on shore-leave."
"Yeah, I guess."
"Tell me something." Sam looked up at him. "The hell's a demon do for fun?"
"Well-" Alana began.
NEW HARMONY, INDIANA
An ice cream truck jingled as it drove down the road. Tom Wepram went to his mailbox. Pat Fremont joined Tom to collect his mail.
Tom turned to Pat. "Hey, Pat."
"Tom," Pat greeted.
"How's that granddaughter of yours?"
Pat smiled. "Home sick, poor thing. Darn bug that's going around now."
"Aw, that's too bad. Well, you give her a big old hug from me and Just."
Pat had collected his mail and was about to leave. "You bet." He shook Tom's hand as he was about to leave.
"Take it easy, Tom."
As Pat let go of Tom's hand and turned around to leave, Tom looked down at his hand that he'd just shaken Pat's hand with. There was a little piece of paper that he reached up with his other hand to unfold.
"You too, Pat."
As Pat left, Tom unfolded the piece of paper. When he unfolded it, he looked at it and then to Pat who was closing the door to his house. He looked down at the note again and saw that Pat had written Help Us on it.
FREMONT HOUSE
Pat locked the door and turned around. As he was walking to the kitchen, he stepped over a body that was covered in bugs.
KITCHEN
Pat entered, joining a man and woman. The woman, Mrs. Fremont, was putting icing on a cake. They all looked worried and scared.
"Where is she?" Pat asked.
"Upstairs, playing with Freckles," Mrs. Fremont said.
"We just sit here, we're dead."
"She'll hear you," Mr. Fremont warned.
"It's her or us."
"It's my baby girl," Mrs. Fremont told him.
"Not anymore. There's something inside her."
Footsteps came down the stairs and Mr. Fremont ordered, "Shut your mouth. She's coming."
They turned around as a little girl came in. She was covered in blood, but didn't think anything of it.
"What were you guys talking about?" Lilith asked.
"Just how much we love you," Pat replied.
"What... wha? What happened to your dress?" Mrs. Fremont asked.
"Oh, Freckles was mean to me," Lilith said.
Mrs. Fremont, not knowing what to say, turned to Pat, who hung his head. She turned back to Lilith, shocked and afraid. "That's... that's nice, dear."
"Daddy, will you push me on the swing?"
"Oh... sure, honey," Mr. Fremont answered, walking over to her. "But don't you want to change first? I mean, you don't want the neighbors to see... all that blood."
Lilith waved her hand. "Oh, you're so smart. I love you, daddy."
She went over and hugged him while smiling. Mr. Fremont looked at Mrs. Fremont and Pat, not sure what do say or do. They all still looked scared.
"I love you too," Mr. Fremont said. "Hey, sweetie? You think... after awhile... do you think you could..." he looked at Mrs. Fremont and she shook her head "no" at him. "Let us go?"
Lilith backed away from him, the smile completely gone from her face. She looked up at Mr. Fremont with a serious, close to angry look. "Why?"
"I uh... I don't know."
Mrs. Fremont took a shallow breath, scared to death of what was to come.
"Don't you want to come here?" Lilith asked. "Don't you love me?"
"Well, sure I do!" Mr. Fremont replied.
"We all do, honey. We all love you so much," Mrs. Fremont said.
"Don't be so mean to me, daddy," Lilith told him. "Like Freckles or what's-her-name, that mean old babysitter."
Mr. Fremont looked at Mrs. Fremont, scared and wide-eyed. He looked back down at Lilith. "I'm sorry."
After a few seconds, Lilith suddenly broke into a smile. "That's okay, silly. Now let's go and play."
CABIN
Sam, Dean and Alana were in the Impala about to leave. Dean tried to start up the car, but it wouldn't start. He, Sam and Alana all looked a little worried. Suddenly Bobby showed up outside Dean's door, scaring the trio with his sudden appearance.
"Where do you think you're going?" Bobby asked.
Dean looked at him and the distributor cap Bobby was holding. After a beat, he, Sam and Alana got out of the Impala and walked up to Bobby, who wasn't looking happy, but neither was Dean.
"We got the knife," Dean said.
"And you intend to use it without me," Bobby replied.
Sam came from around the car and stood in the middle next to Dean and Alana, watching them.
"Do I look like a ditachable prom-date to you?"
"No, Bobby," Sam answered. "Of course not."
"This is about me... and Sam and Alana. Okay? This isn't your fight," Dean told him.
Bobby walked up to Dean, furious at those words as he replied, "The hell it isn't!"
Dean looked at Bobby, taken aback by his outburst.
"Family don't end with blood, boy," Bobby said. "Besides you need me."
"Bobby."
"You're playing wounded. Tell me, how many hallucinations have you had so far?"
Sam looked at him, a bit confused and Alana tilted her head. Sam looked over at Dean who turned to look at him and Alana, tilted his head one time and turned back to Bobby.
"How'd you know?" Dean asked.
"Because that's what happens when you've got Hellhounds on your butt. And I'm smart."
Alana crossed her arms. "How many, love?"
Dean looked down at the ground as Sam watched him.
Bobby handed Dean the distributor cap. "I'll follow."
Bobby walked away from the trio, to his car. After a moment, Dean walked over to the hood of his car, ready to put back the part.
"Don't be stopping to pee every ten minutes either," Bobby added.
Dean stopped in his tracks and shook his head a bit with a raised brow. He turned around to look back at Sam who looked at him and sighed.
IMPALA
The trio were driving down the road, on their way to Indiana.
"Hey, Dean?" Sam called.
"Yeah?" Dean answered.
"You know if this doesn't uh... this doesn't go the way we want, I want you to know-"
"No," Dean interrupted. "No, no, no, no."
"No what?"
Dean looked over at Sam. "No, you're not gonna bust out the misty good-bye speech. And if this is my last day on earth, I do not want it to be socially awkward."
Alana's lips curled into a small smile. "We don't need more awkward."
Sam looked down and out the window and Dean turned back to the road. "You know what I do want?"
Dean reached down to the radio and started up Bon Jovi's Wanted Dead or Alive.
A confused look crossed Sam's face. "Bon Jovi?"
"Bon Jovi rocks, on occasion," Dean replied.
They looked at Sam to underline their statement. When Sam looked away, Dean turned back to the road and he and Alana began singing along with Bon Jovi.
Dean and Alana started singing. "And I walk these streets. A loaded six-string on my back. I play for keeps." He turned to Sam and nudged him as they said, "Come on." They resumed singing. "'Cause I might not make it back. I've been everywhere."
Sam began to sing. "Oh yeah."
"And I'm standing tall."
Sam laughed and the three sang together. "I've seen a million faces. And I rocked 'em all. 'Cause I'm a cowboy. On a steel horse I ride. I'm wanted."
Dean looked at Sam, who was really getting into it.
"WANTED!" Sam sang with a slight growl.
Dean looked back at the road, Alana had a worried expression, and Sam smiled as they once again sang together, "Dead or alive."
"Dead or alive."
Dean lost the will to sing, his smile fading. Sam continued singing, laughing and smiling, not noticing how his brother was reacting to the lyrics, Dean realizing how they fit him and Alana knowing they might not be able to save the man she loved.
Sam was still singing. "Dead or alive. Dead or alive. Dead or alive."
Dean's smile had completely faded.
The Impala drove along the road past a police car who started up his engine, watched them, and pulled onto the road with his sirens on.
The trio heard the siren behind them and reacted. Dean looked up in his rearview mirror, Alana glanced out the back window at the sound, and Sam looked at Dean. The flashing lights from the police door were reflecting inside the car and over their faces.
"We getting pulled over?" Sam asked.
Dean looked in his side view mirror. "I've got a busted taillight. It's not like we're in a hurry or nothing."
Dean pulled over and the police car stopped behind it. Dean rolled down his window as Sam handed over the license and registration. The police officer walked up to the driver's side window, flashlight in hand.
"Problem officer?" Dean asked.
"License and registration, please," the officer said.
Dean, not looking at him, handed out the needed papers. The officer took the papers and looked at them as he continued speaking. "Do you realize you have a taillight out, Mr. Hagard?"
Dean looked up at him and after a beat, his face fell as he was looking at him. The officer tilted his head and shone the light on him. "Yes... yes sir. Uh... you know I've been meaning to... take care of that."
He slowly turned his head back towards the road in front of him, his eyes dodging back at the officer. "As a matter of fact..."
Suddenly, Dean opened his door fast, and the officer in the stomach with it. Dean rushed out the car at him.
"Dean!" Sam called.
Sam and Alana opened their doors, surprised by Dean's action. Dean punched the officer three times in the face as Sam tried to run around the car to stop him, while Alana stood back. He quickly reached down and took the knife from his belt and thrusted it into the jaw of the officer. As Bobby pulled up behind the police car, the officer began to flash with light, indicating he was a demon. Dean pulled out the knife and let go of the officer, who fell dead to the ground. Dean stood over him, arm behind him, panting after the fight. Sam, shocked, moved up behind him, joined by Alana. Bobby quickly ran over to them and looked down at the dead officer/demon. He looked back up at the trio, surprised and shocked.
"What the hell happened?" Bobby asked.
"Dean just killed a demon," Sam replied. "How'd you know?"
Dean, still breathing heavily, looked around on the ground and turned to Sam who was shocked while he had a worried look. "I just knew."
He turned back and looked down on the officer. "I could see its face. Its real face under that one."
Bobby who was looking down on the officer looked up at him by his words. Dean looked up at him and met his gaze for a second.
WOODS
The trio were putting branches over the police car, to hide it from plain sight and so no one could find it.
"So what, now you're seeing demons?" Sam asked.
"I've seen all kinds of things lately but... nothing like this," Dean replied.
"Actually, it's not all that crazy," Bobby said.
"How's it not that crazy?"
"Well you've got, just over five hours to go? You're piercing the veil, Dean. You're glimpsing the B-side."
"A little less new age-y, please."
"You're almost Hell's bitch. So, you can see Hell's other bitches."
Dean at first looked surprised, then his mock-face came on. "Thank you. Wait. That doesn't mean Seri's Hell's bitch, right?"
Alana smiled. "You able to glimpse the B-side, that could come in pretty handy."
"I'm glad my doomed soul is good for something."
Bobby smiled. "Damn right it is. Lilith's probably got demons stashed all over town. We can't let them sound the alarm. She knows we're here, we're dead before we're started."
"Well, this is a terrific plan. I'm excited to be a part of it. Can we go, please?"
He began walking away and the others followed. The car was as hidden as they could manage, with branches all over it.
FREMONT HOUSE DINING ROOM
Mr. Fremont, Pat and Lilith were sitting at the table in the dining room. The table was set with all sorts of candy.
Mrs. Fremont walked in with the cake she was icing earlier; it had birthday candles on it. "Happy birthday, sweetie."
Mr. Fremont and Pat said, "Happy birthday."
"Yay!" Lilith cried. "It's my birthday every day."
Mrs. Fremont put down the cake on the table in front of the happy, smiling Lilith. She clapped her hands and blew out the candles. Mrs. Fremont moved it over to her place at the table to cut it.
"Hmmm... cake," Mr. Fremont commented. "Again. It's good."
Pat smiled a little and nodded.
"Hey Grandpa, can I ask you something?" Lilith wondered.
"Sure jellybean," Pat replied. "Anything."
"Why did you try to go to Mr. Wayburn for help?"
Mrs. Fremont looked up from the cake. Pat half-smiled, trying to get out of the situation.
"I didn't," Pat lied. "I don't know what you mean."
Lilith's smile dropped. "You big fat liar."
"I'm sorry. It was a mistake." A look of worry crossed his face.
"Did you two know about this?"
Mrs. Fremont looked down on Mr. Fremont, not sure what to say. He looked to the side and at Lilith. Pat looked from Lilith to the others, worried.
"No," Mr. Fremont replied.
Pat looked at him, shocked that he wasn't getting any help or back. Lilith looked up at Mrs. Fremont who was looking down on Pat. He looked up at her, for her answer.
"No," Mrs. Fremont said.
Pat was shocked, scared and worried. He looked at Lilith who turned around to look at him after their answers."
"Grandpa?" Lilith called. "You don't love me?"
"I do," Pat answered. "I do! I love you!"
"No, you don't. You're lying again. You're just a mean old man."
Pat looked up at Mrs. Fremont, pleading. She was on the verge of tears, scared to do anything.
"Do something. Help me, please," Pat begged.
"I don't think I like you anymore."
Lilith took up her hand as she looked at Pat. She twisted her hand 90 degrees, and with that, Pat's head twisted in the same way, breaking his neck. He slumped down on his plate. Mrs. Fremont cried out, shocked, then put a hand to her mouth to silence herself.
Lilith turned around and looked at Mrs. Fremont. "Nobody scream, okay? Screaming makes me mad."
Mrs. Fremont still had a hand to her mouth to keep herself silent and had tears in her eyes. Mr. Fremont were looking at her and Lilith, scared and quiet. He looked over at Pat whose eyes were still open. Mrs. Fremont took her hand from her mouth and cut through the cake. Lilith cheered up and suddenly all the intimidating coldness and scary part of her disappeared.
"Mommy, can I have ice cream with mine?" Lilith asked.
HOUSE ACROSS FROM THE FREMONT HOUSE
A For Sale sign was outside a dark house.
FREMONT HOUSE - SECOND FLOOR
Through binoculars, Lilith was smiling while Mrs. Fremont was serving her a plat of cake and Mr. Fremont from his chair. Pat was sitting dead at the end of the table with his head on his plate.
"It's the little girl," Dean said. "Her face is awful."
Sam, Bobby, Dean and Alana were standing by a window, looking at the family. Sam had binoculars. Bobby and Alana were in the middle, and Dean was closer to the house.
Sam lowered the binoculars as he replied, "All right then, let's go. We're wasting time."
He walked past Bobby, Dean and Alana and moved for the door. Dean grabbed hold of him, stopping him from leaving.
"Wait!" Dean called.
"For what?" Sam asked. "For it to kill the rest of them?"
"Yeah, and us too if we're not careful. Look. See the real go-getter mailman on the clock at nine PM?"
Sam held up the binoculars to see the mailman sorting mail at the back of his car. Sam lowered the binoculars again.
Dean pointed. "And Mr. Rogers over there."
"Demons?" Bobby questioned.
Sam looked through his binoculars and Mr. Rogers was sitting in a chair in his home, smoking a pipe and reading a book, his chair facing the windows.
"Yes," Dean confirmed.
"Okay, fine," Sam decided. "We - we - we - we, we ninja past those guys, sneak in."
"Then what? Give a "Columbian necktie" to a ten-year-old girl, come on!"
"Look, Dean, I know it's awful. Alana, I see your expression."
"You think?"
"This isn't just about saving you, Dean. This is about saving everybody."
"She's gotta be stopped, son," Bobby told him.
Dean, who looked contemplative, turned around and looked at Bobby then out the window. "Oh, damnit."
FREMONT HOUSE - LILITH'S BEDROOM
"Read it again, Mommy," Lilith demanded.
"But I've read it 26 times," Mrs. Fremont replied.
Lilith and Mrs. Fremont were lying on Lilith's bed. Lilith was resting her head on Mrs. Fremont's shoulder as she held a book up.
Lilith's voice was hard. "Again."
Mrs. Fremont began reading the book. ""Once upon a time in the town of Celine lived a beautiful princess named Cleo. But the town was plagued with an evil dragon that demanded the blood of the children, and the princess was doomed to be sacrificed to the dark and terrible dragon.""
Lilith nuzzled on her shoulder.
STREET
The mailman stood by the back of his truck, flipping through mail. The mailman looked up, hearing a sound. Dean was standing by a fence, looking over at him as if they'd been caught. The mailman's eyes turned demon black and he took off after Dean. Dean ran back the way he came from, closely followed by the demon-mailman. Dean rounded a corner of the house the fence belonged to and when the mailman came around the corner a second later and ran right into Sam who was holding Ruby's knife. Sam struggled with him as he turned around and Dean came up behind the mailman and put a hand over his mouth so his death didn't alarm the rest of the demons. Sam pulled out the knife and the demon-mailman flashed with light a few times, then Dean dropped to the ground.
Bobby was holding a rosary. "Exorcizo te, creatura aquae. In nomine dei patris omnipotintes." He dropped the rosary into an opening of the water pipes and it was carried away by the stream.
Sam grabbed the knife that was located in Mr. Rogers' belly, who was lying dead on the ground. He pulled it out and stood next to Dean and Alana. Dean grabbed Mr. Rogers' feet and dragged him out of view. He came back and took off in another direction while Sam stood still, looking around.
Dean ran through some trees and came up by a fence, where Ruby suddenly appeared and shoved him into the fence, holding him there.
"I'd like my knife back, please," Ruby said. "Or your neck snaps like a chicken bone."
Sam and Alana came up behind her and he held her knife to her throat. "He doesn't have it. Take it easy."
Ruby backed away from Dean, releasing him from the fence. Sam and Alana stood still next to Dean who turned around to face the demon.
"How the hell did you get out?" Dean demanded.
"What you don't know about me could fill a book," Ruby replied.
Dean suddenly reacted to her face, moving his head back a bit as his eyes widened. "Whoa."
"What?"
He looked to the side, not wanting to look anymore, but glanced at her once or twice more. "Nothing. I just -- I couldn't see you before, but you're one ugly broad."
"Sam, give me the knife before you hurt yourself."
"You'll get it when this is over," Sam told her.
"It's already over. I gave you a way to save Dean, you shot me down. Now it's too late. He's dead. And I'm not gonna let you die too."
"Try and stop me, and I'll kill you. Bitch."
"Hit me with your best shot, baby."
Dean, who'd been looking in the direction he was running, turned around to face them and said, "Guys, guys! Have your little catfight later."
Two people, possibly father and son, were standing outside on their porch looking at Dean, Sam, Alana and Ruby. At the next house, a man with a briefcase was staring at them. Sam had an "oh crap" look on his face. Two other men were staring at them.
"So much for the element of surprise," Dean muttered.
"Go," Sam said. "Go. Run. Run!"
They opened the gate and ran, aiming for Lilith's house. As they did so, more people chased after them.
FREMONT HOUSE
Sam reached the house first and started picking the lock on the door. Ruby, Dean and Alana came up behind him, the former teolooking toward the lawn as more people ran after them.
"What is taking Bobby?" Alana wondered.
Sam was struggling with picking the lock and more people were running towards them. "I'm trying!"
Suddenly, as soon as one demon reached the law, the sprinklers turned on and she began to flail and scream as the water burned her. Another demon was caught in the water and he screamed and flailed as well. Dean and Alana had smiles starting to form. There were numerous possessed people standing outside the lawn, a few people in the water and the hunters were standing on the porch. Sam was still working on the lock and Dean and Alana began to really smile at the barrier. Sam got the door open and he and Ruby went inside. Dean laughed at the demons while Alana smiled and the two of them walked into the house.
Inside, Sam and Ruby were standing over the body with shocked faces, and Dean closed the door after Alana had stepped inside, him having seen it yet. He turned around and saw it and his serious game face was on again.
"You think Lilith knows we're here?"
"Probably," Ruby replied.
They looked around a bit and walked into the living room. Sam went first, holding the knife out like it was a gun. Ruby was behind him, closely followed by Dean and Alana.
The door to a cabinet opened and went for Dean and Alana, who heard the creak of the door and quickly turned around and put up a hand. Dean captured Mr. Fremont and put a hand over his mouth, turning them around to face Sam and Ruby. Dean made a shushing noise to make Mr. Fremont quiet and to calm him down.
"We're here to help," Dean whispered. "Okay? I'm gonna move my hand, and we're gonna talk nice and quiet, okay?" Mr. Fremont nodded yes and Dean slowly removed his hand.
"Sir, where is your daughter?" Sam asked.
"It's not... it's not her anymore," Mr. Fremont told them.
"Where is she?"
"Upstairs. In her bedroom."
"Okay, okay, okay," Dean whispered. "Listen to me. I want you to go downstairs to the basement. Put a line of salt at the door behind you. Do you understand me?"
"Not without my wife."
"Yes, without your wife," Alana said.
"No."
Dean punched Mr. Fremont, knocking him unconscious as they didn't have time to argue. He picked him up, put him over his shoulder, and gave the others a look before walking.
Sam, Ruby and Alana walked upstairs, backs against the wall and as stealthy as possible. Sam was in the lead, with the knife in front of him. When they got up, they looked around a bit and Ruby walked to a door to her right and the three shared a look. Sam nodded at her and she went in, closing the door behind her. Sam and Saoirse slowly started for the door to the left. They leaned against the closed door, trying to listen for any sign of life or Lilith. After a beat, they opened the door and entered as quietly as possible and quickly slipped in.
LILITH'S BEDROOM
Sam and Alana walked slowly into the room, Sam holding the knife in front of him. Mrs. Fremont and Lilith were lying on the bed, asleep. Sam slowly made his way around the bed while keeping his eyes glued to them. As he rounded the corner of the bed, he shifted the knife in his hand so it was in a stabbing position. As quietly and slowly as possible, he removed the drapes and Mrs. Fremont breathed heavily, scared, as Sam came into view.
Mrs. Fremont looked up at Sam, scared, with Lilith still nuzzled into her shoulder, asleep and said quietly, "Do it!"
Sam slowly raised the knife, looking down on the child Lilith had possessed. She stirred a little.
"Do it," Mrs. Fremont repeated quietly.
Sam looked at Lilith, trying to collect himself to stab a child.
"Do it!"
Lilith moved a little, starting to wake. Mrs. Fremont got more and more afraid and panicked. Sam was staring at Lilith, pulling himself to the point of stabbing her.
"Do it! Do it!"
Lilith woke and started rising from the bed, eyes barely open.
"Hurry!"
Lilith screamed when she opened her eyes and saw Sam who lunged for her. At the last moment, he was stopped by Dean who grabbed hold of his arms.
"It's not her!" Dean cried.
The girl was breathing fast and heavily from what was about to happen. Ruby stood behind Sam, Dean and Alana.
Dean continued. "It's not the girl anymore."
The Fremont girl began sobbing, scared. "Mommy!"
"Mommy's here," Mrs. Fremont reassured. "Mommy's here. It's okay."
The Fremont girl cried.
Alana smiled at the girl. "You're safe now. Your mother will take good care of you."
HOUSE ACROSS FROM THE FREMONT HOUSE
People were standing in front of the Fremont house, outside the barrier of the sprinklers. Bobby was standing in the window, seeing it all. A clock ticked and he took up his hand, looking at it.
"Damnit," Bobby muttered, looking out through the window again. "Near midnight."
FREMONT HOUSE
Everyone in the house came down the stairs, Mrs. Fremont and Dean first.
"All right, no matter what you hear, you, your husband and your daughter stay in the basement," Dean said.
She went through the basement door and Dean followed. Sam and Ruby walked past them, while Alana trailed behind.
"Well, I hate to be a "told you so"," Ruby stated.
"All right, Ruby, where is she?" Sam questioned.
"I don't know."
They entered the living room and Sam asked, "Could she get past the sprinklers?"
"Her pay grade, she ain't sweating the holy water."
"Okay, you win. What do I have to do?"
She looked at him questioningly. "What do you mean?"
"To save Dean." Dean and Alana came up behind Sam. "What do you need me to do?"
Dean grabbed him from behind, trying to turn him. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"
Sam pulled loose from Dean. "Just shut up for a second." He turned to the demon. "Ruby!"
"You had your chance," Ruby said. "You can't just flip a switch. We needed time."
"Well, there's gotta be something. There's gotta be some way, whatever it is, I'll do it."
Dean came up behind him again and grabbed him.
"Don't, Dean!" Sam protested. "I'm not gonna let you go to Hell, Dean!"
"Yes, you are!" They looked at each other for a beat. "Yes, you are." Sam stared at him, breathing while tears stung Alana's eyes. "I'm sorry. I mean this is all my fault. But what you're doing, it's not gonna save me. It's only gonna kill you."
Sam looked away for a second, tears building in his eyes. "Then, what am I supposed to do?"
"Keep fighting. Take care of my wheels. Sam, remember what Dad taught you... okay?" Sam nodded, holding his tears back. "And remember what I taught you." Dean turned to Alana. "If you make it, raise our son or daughter to be the best they can be." He took her hands. "Find Bobby, okay?"
She nodded and her hands found his face and cupped his cheeks. "I love you, Dean."
"I love you too, Alana. Thank you for making me the happiest man alive."
Tears built in Dean's eyes and the grandfather clock struck midnight. Dean looked at it, then turned to his brother and wife who were also watching the grandfather clock. They turned their heads, Sam had tears spilling down his cheeks and Alana was trying to keep hers in. Dean gave them a little smile as he tried to keep himself calm and hold back his tears.
"I'm sorry, Dean," Ruby said. "I wouldn't wish this upon my worst enemy."
The Hellhounds began howling and Dean's face fell as he turned around to where he was hearing them. Alana ran from the room, tears streaming down her face. Sam looked at him, then in the same direction, understanding that something was up. A Hellhound growled.
"Hellhound," Dean stated.
"Where?" Sam questioned.
"There."
The Hellhound growled again. Ruby's face fell as she saw it. Dean bolted from the room, followed by the others. They ran into another room and closed the doors fast in the face of the Hellhound.
OFFICE
Dean took out the bag with goofer dust as Sam and Ruby stood against the doors, holding them shut while the Hellhound was pounding to get it. Dean ran over and threw himself down at the floor and frantically started pouring out the dust. The pounding suddenly stopped for a second and they all stood/sat still. Dean bolted for the window and poured out the dust on the windowsill.
Ruby turned to Sam. "Give me the knife, maybe I can fight it off."
Sam looked at her, confused. "What?"
"Come on! That dust won't last forever."
Dean turned around and looked at them from behind Sam. After a few seconds, Sam took out the knife, about to hand it to Ruby.
"Wait!" Dean cried.
Sam turned to Dean and looked at him.
"You wanna die?" Ruby argued.
"Sam, that's not Ruby! It's not Ruby!" Dean yelled.
Sam turned back to Ruby who, without touching him, flung him, pinning him. He dropped the knife and it fell to the floor. She hit Dean without touching him and flung him on top of the table, pinning him. Dean grunted as he held up his head so he could look at Ruby. Sam looked from Dean to Ruby.
"How long have you been in her?" Dean asked.
Ruby's entire facial expression suddenly became childlike. Lilith had taken over. "Not long." She looked down on her body. "But I like it. It's all grown up and pretty. Just like your wife's." She looked up at Dean again and her eyes turned white.
"And where's Ruby?" Sam demanded.
Lilith's eyes turned back to normal. "She was a very bad girl, so I sent her far, far away." She tilted her head step by step and her neck crunched with each tilting motion.
"You know, I should have seen it before... but you all look alike to me," Dean said.
After a beat, she snapped her head to Sam, who looked over at her. She started walking slowly towards them. "Hello, Sam. I've wanted to meet you for a very long time."
Lilith grabbed hold of his chin and forced him to face her. Against his will, she gave him a kiss and it sizzled. "Your lips are soft."
Sam moved his head up and to the side, trying to get loose from her hand before saying, "Right, so you have me. Let my brother go." He looked down on her.
"Silly goose," Lilith said. "You wanna bargain, you have to have something that I want. You don't."
"So this is your big plan, huh?" Dean taunted. "Drag me to Hell. Kill Sam. And then what? Become queen bitch?"
"I don't have to answer to puppy chow."
Dean was in pain as he tried to hold himself up against her restraint. Lilith suddenly moved from Sam as she looked at Dean and walked to the door whole Dean followed her with his eyes.
She grabbed hold of the door handle and while looking at Dean, ordered, "Sic 'em, boy."
Sam snapped his head to Dean who looked at his brother, then back to the door. At least Alana and their future child were safe. Lilith opened the door and the goofer dust blew away as the Hellhound got him. Lilith laughed and smiled. Dean was grabbed by his legs and pulled down as he screamed. The Hellhound began ripping him as Sam stood against the wall helpless, scared and panicked.
"No! Stop!" Sam cried.
Lilith looked at Sam, then down at Dean who was struggling on the floor. the Hellhound had already slashed his right leg and was attacking his chest as he screamed in pain. He turned over onto his stomach.
"STOP IT!"
Lilith watched with a little smile on her face. The Hellhound slashed Dean on his back and his shoulder.
"No!"
He flipped over and it slashed him over his chest, blood gushing out. Sam watched in horror as he begged, "No. Stop it."
Dean was taking his last breaths.
"Stop it!"
The blood poured from Dean's chest. He wasn't screaming anymore, but still wasn't dead.
"No!"
Lilith smiled at Sam. "Yes."
She held out her hand and suddenly, white light erupted from it. As it built up, Sam turned his head and closed his eyes. Her eyes were still white, but slowly turned back to normal and she looked shocked and confused. Sam was on the floor, huddled in a corner next to a cabinet, holding his hands up in front of his face. When he noticed nothing happened to him and the light was gone, he slowly took down his hands, looked up at her and rose to a standing position. She looked at the floor where Sam had been, afraid.
Lilith held out her hand and looked at him. "Back." Sam took a breath and started walking toward her. "I said, back."
Sam, with a determined look on his face, bent down and picked up Ruby's knife. Lilith looked terrified of him whereas he looked determined and hateful.
"I don't think so," Sam said.
He pulled back his hand and motioned to stab her, but suddenly Lilith exited Ruby's body. Black smoke left her body as she screamed. When all the smoke left her body, she fell to the ground.
Sam ran to Dean, who wasn't moving and had his eyes open. He was dead. Sam looked down on him, breathing heavily. Dean and Ruby were both lying next to each other on the floor, dead. Tears built quickly in Sam's eyes and he slowly walked closer to Dean and began to cry as he bent down next to his brother. He picked up Dean, holding his head close to him.
"No... No... Dean..." He cried and mourned his brother. "Dean..."
HELL
Dean was in chains, hooked up by his arms and legs. "HELP! NO! SOMEBODY HELP ME!"
A hook was attached through his right shoulder and he was bloody and sweaty. There was blood in his mouth and he looked terrified.
"Alana! Sam!"
"ALAAAAAAANA! SAAAAAAAM!"