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).
Alice Jester is the founder, editor-in-chief, head writer, programmer, web designer, site administrator, marketer, and moderator for The Winchester Family Business. She is a 30 year IT applications and database expert with a penchant for creative and freelance writing in her spare (ha!!) time. That’s on top of being a wife, mother of two active kids, and four loving (aka needy) pets.
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