Jody, wearing hospital gown and wheeling along her IV pole, heads hurriedly down the corridor. She peers through the window on a door and watches in horror and disgust as Dr. Gaines devours her roomie's liver. Holding her own stomach in, Jody turns to flee, running into her nurse. "Miss Mills, what are you doing out of bed--are you OK?" Jody faints.
Jody's nurse tucks her back in bed. "You gave us quite a scare," she tells her. Dr. Gaines comes in, wiping his mouth as if after a meal. He wants to know why she was wandering the corridor. She babbles that her stitches were itching and she got up to find out if that was normal; she feels fine now. She could have ripped open her stitches after a fall like like, he tells her. "Don't make me go back in there," he warns. Noting the nurse is giving her a sedative to help her sleep, Jody assures them she'll sleep just fine, but Gaines insists--"Doctor's orders. I'll see you later." That's the LAST thing Jody wants, of course, and the second they're out of the room, she says, "Kiss my ass, Dr. Monster Face." "She exits bed and yanks out the IV with an ouch. She feels faint. "Oh no," she mutters.
Bobby's - Finding Lucifer practicing his golf swing, Sam suggests, "If this is a dream and you've got power over it, why don't you just end it?" "End it? This?" asks Luci--"your not knowing what's real, the paint slowly peeling off your walls, c'mon, man, this is the sweet spot, why would I end it? Not like we got HBO in the pit. All I got is you, floatin' over the coals, with half a hope that you're going to figure it all out--there's only one way to figure it all out, Sam--it's up to you--it ends when you can't take it anymore. I think that's maybe why we were cleaning our guns." "Shut up," whispers Sam. Luci shakes his head mockingly at him. "I SAID SHUT UP!" shouts Sam. "Hey Sam," says Bobby, joining him, "you have a little bag lady moment?" "Sorry," says Sam. Bobby hands him a beer and Sam thanks him and says, "You know, after everything, all these years, all that we've been through. . ." "You've beat the devil before, kid," Bobby reminds him. "It's kinda different," says Sam, staring at Luci, who is holding a long, deadly knife over Bobby's shoulder. "You'll get a handle on this, too," Bobby assures him, "you will. You're not in hell anymore--you're here with us." Luci shakes his head and shoves the knife through Bobby's back until it comes out through the very center of his chest. "Ya hear me, Sam?" asks Bobby gently. Sam can't take his eyes off Bobby's pierced chest, even as he calmly replies, "Yeah, I hear you, Bobby." The phone rings. "That's my local," says Bobby, and answers. It's Jody. "Bobby Singer, my surgeon is a monster," she whispers. "Come again?" says Bobby. "He took my roommate and he ate her liver," explains Jody, "listen! His face, his mouth was this horrible. . ." "Who is this?" demands Bobby. "Jody Mills," she says, "SHERIFF Mills!" "Gotcha," says Bobby. "I can't exactly call a deputy here," she says, "when you and I killed zombies that one time, I KNOW you handle this kind of thing, please get your ass to Sioux Falls General before he eats me, Singer!" She hangs up. Bobby stares at the phone a second before he does, too. (And I remembered anew why I LOVE this show so damned much.) "Either Sheriff Mills is having an Obama care insured opium dream, or somethin' is eatin' people down at Sioux Falls General Hospital," explains Bobby, grabbing his jacket, "I don't wanna bruise your ego or anything, but. . ." Sam urges him to go, he'll watch the phones. Right after Bobby leaves, Lucifer appears. "So, just you and me, huh," says Luci with a joyous grin.
SIOUX FALLS GENERAL HOSPITAL - Edgar shows up at admitting with the two high school swim team kids who devoured the other three. The same nurse who helped Jody (and is still normal) insists they must fill out forms before seeing Dr. Gaines, but the latter shows up with forms. "These youths obviously require immediate care," he insists, and whisks them inside. Edgar exchanges a look with the nurse and gives a tour. "This is where they bring their bodies to be fixed, but the truth is, often they die here, instead--and they never question it!" Dr. Gaines tells Edgar. We can feed discretely. A few of us in the right position, we can feast every single day. I'm thinking the Head Nurse and the Staff Administrator first." They come across the latter, struggling, tied to wheelchairs. "I have to hand it to you," exults Edgar, "this is exactly what the boss asked for." "Iron box thinking," brags Dr. Gaines. "You're off the swim team, boys," says Edgar, "time to pursue a career in medicine." The two kids move to attack the two prisoners. "OK, check-in," says Edgar. "You won't stay?" asks Dr. Gaines, "I would LOVE to grab us a good anesthesiologist." "He asked me to check into some other business in the area," says Edgar, "seems you've got things well in hand." Noting silence from the victims, Edgar asks, "Why can't they scream?" "I severed their vocal chords, of course," says Gaines, "a delicate procedure, but very doable." There's more blood spatter as another Leviathan takes over the Head Nurse's body.
Sam is timing himself as he takes his gun apart and puts it back together. Dean meets him at the door and grabs the beer Sam had intended for himself. Dean followed the swim kid Leviathans back here to town and thinks there's more than one. Bobby's working his own case, Dean needs back-up and that means SAM! "I know, you're bonkers," says Dean, "but luckily I just need you to keep the engine running and wait by the back door. And don't let Satan change my pre-sets." (Ed. note: The breezy manner in which he speaks set off instant alarms with me. What about you?)
Bobby hurriedly wheels Jody out of the hospital in a wheelchair and into a cab. She's worried about Mrs. Hackett, who never came back. "You get some rest," orders Bobby, "I'll come back for you later."
In the Morgue, Bobby checks on Mrs. Hackett, who died this morning, was supposed to have foot surgery, has already been autopsied, and looks awfully sloppy inside. "What the hell?" he wonders.
Driving together, Dean asks, "How you doing, Sam, devil still riding shotgun?" "Not right now," answers Sam, "but yeah." Dean suggests professional help. Sam isn't interested in being stuffed full of pills; they'll figure out some other options. "What ARE your other options?" asks Dean, "you remember when Martin took his nosedive and started shootin' at nothin; he started to unravel fast." "I'm not Martin," Sam reminds him. "You are crazy," Dean reminds him, "that don't wash out, you get that, right? You are never going to be OK, Sam." (I remember thinking to myself that Dean would never say these cruel things to Sam, that this had to be Luci talking. What about you? Especially when I saw the hurt and betrayal in Sam's eyes.)
Dean returns to Bobby, ALONE, calling Sam (and still Sammy, notice)? He receives no response. "Aw, crap," he says. (As do I, but more explicitly.)
Fake-Dean (FD) drives Sam to an office building with plenty of windows and five people upstairs. "Damnit, there's five of them," says FD. "Are you sure?" asks Sam. "Yeah," says FD, "and when we get up there, you gotta keep it together." Sam realizes he's holding a gun in his bandaged hand and assures him he will. "Because if you're seeing Lucifer, you could be seeing all kinds of crap, you just don't know," FD says quickly. "How is this helping?" asks Sam nervously. "I'm just sayin', Sam, you're outta control," says FD. "I'm dealin' with it the best I can," Sam says defensively. "Dealing?" chuckles FD--"sorry, that's just funny, how can you deal?--you think this is an office building, right? Sorry. Wrong." FD opens the office building door (Morning Star Endeavors Ltd.) to let Sam in. "Where the hell are we? the latter asks. "You think I'm me?--riight," FD grins cruelly, and morphs into Lucifer: "You poor, clueless son-of-a- bitch." "Stay the hell away from me," orders Sam, backing away, running. "Your world is whatever I want it to be, understand?" calls Satan. "JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!" screams Sam, firing twice at. . .no one in an empty warehouse. "Now we're getting there," says Luci, re-appearing, "Pinocchio's seeing his strings." "Shut up," commands Sam, whirling around, aiming at him. "It's the big crescendo." "I said shut up!" shouts Sam, firing again. "Wanna point that gun at someone useful?" suggests Luci, appearing elsewhere--"try your face." Advancing on Sam, he says, "Wanna know the truth? Wanna skip to the last page of the book?" He places his finger against the underside of his throat like a pistol and makes a clicking sound. "You know where to aim, Cowboy." Sam, breathing heavily in fear, confused, terrified, ponders it.