Born Under A Bad Sign
Dean: All right, we get a couple hours sleep and then we put this place in our rearview mirror. Look, I know this is bad, okay? You’ve gotta snap out of it. Sam, say something!Sam: Just get some sleep and leave in the morning? Murder, Dean. That’s what I did.Dean: Maybe.(Sam scoffs)Dean: Okay? Hey, we don’t know… shapeshifter!Sam: Oh, come on. You know it wasn’t, you saw the tape. There was no eye flare, no distortion,Dean: Yeah, but it wasn’t you! All right? I mean, yeah, it might have been you, but it wasn’t you.Sam: Well, I think it was. (He sits down on the bed). I think maybe more than you know.Dean: What the hell does that mean?Sam: For the last few weeks I’ve been having… I’ve been having these feelings.Dean: What feelings?Sam: Rage. Hate. And I can’t stop it. It just gets worse. Day by day it gets worse.Dean: You never told me this.Sam: I didn’t want to scare you.Dean: Well, bang-up job on that.Sam: Dean, the yellow-eyed demon, you know he has plans for me. And we both know that he’s turned other children into killers before, too.Dean: No one can control you but you.Sam: It sure doesn’t seem like that, Dean, it feels like no matter what I do, slowly but surely I’m, I’m just becoming…Dean: What?Sam: Who I’m meant to be. I mean, you said it once yourself, Dean. I gotta face up to who I am.Dean: I didn’t mean this!Sam: But it’s still true. You know that. Dad knew that too, that’s why he told you, if it ever came to this . . .Dean: Shut up, Sam.Sam: Dean, you promised him. You promised me.Dean: No. Listen to me. We’re going to figure this out. Okay? I mean, there’s got to be a way, right?Sam: Yeah, there is. (He takes a handgun from his bag, shoves it at Dean.)I don’t want to hurt anyone else. I don’t want to hurt you.Dean: You won’t. Whatever this is, you can fight it.Sam: (tearing up) No. I can’t. Not forever. Here, you gotta do it.(They stare at each other, then Sam grabs DEAN’S right hand and places the gun in it. Dean stares as Sam in shock).Dean: You know, I’ve tried to hard to keep you safe.Sam: I know.Dean: I can’t. I’d rather die. (He drops the gun on the bed and walks past Sam.)Sam: No. You’ll live. (Picks up the gun. Dean turns to face him).You’ll live to regret this. (Sam gets an evil look on his face and pistol whips Dean unconscious).
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