Supernatural s04e01 Episode Script

Lazarus Rising

So this is Ruby, huh? She's a demon, Sam.
Her name is Lilith.
She doesn't like you very much.
- How long did they give you? - One year.
Did you know about Dean's deal? - That Lilith holds the contract? - Yes.
You got two months.
You're not gonna go to hell.
It's not Ruby.
It's Lilith.
- Where's Ruby? - I sent her far, far away.
Sic him, boy.
No! Somebody help me.
Sam! Help.
Help.
Help.
Aah! Aah! Hello? September.
We're sorry you have reached a number that has been disconnected.
Yeah? - Bobby? - Yeah? - It's me.
- Who's me? Dean.
Who is this? - Bobby, listen to me.
This ain't funny.
Ca/ again and I'/ ki/ you.
Come on, come on, come on.
Surprise.
L I don't Yeah, me neither.
But here I am.
Bobby.
- Bobby, it's me.
- My ass.
Wait.
Your name is Robert Stephen Singer.
You became a hunter after your wife got possessed.
You're about the closest thing I have to a father.
Bobby, it's me.
Heh.
- I am not a Shapeshifter.
- Then you're a revenant.
All right, if I was either, could I do this with a silver knife? Dean? That's what I've been trying to tell you.
- It's good to see you, boy.
- Yeah, you too.
But how did you bust out? I don't know.
I just I just woke up in a pine b - I'm not a demon either, you know.
- Sorry.
Can't be too careful.
That don't make a lick of sense.
Yeah.
Yeah, you're preaching to the choir.
Dean, your chest was ribbons.
Your insides were slop.
And you've been buried four months.
If you could slip out of hell and back in your meat I know, I should look like a "Thriller" video reject.
- What do you remember? - Not much.
I remember I was a Hellhound's chew toy.
And then lights out.
Then I come to 6 feet under.
That was it.
Sam's number's not working.
He's not? Oh, he's alive, as far as I know.
Good.
- What do you mean, as far as you know? - I haven't talked to him for months.
- You just let him go off by himself? - He was dead set on it.
- You should have been looking after him.
- I tried.
These last months haven't been easy, you know.
For him or me.
We had to bury you.
Why did you bury me, anyway? I wanted you salted and burned.
Usual drill, but Sam wouldn't have it.
- I'm glad he won that one.
- He said you'd need a body when he got you back home somehow.
- That's about all he said.
- What do you mean? He was quiet.
Real quiet.
Then he just took off.
Wouldn't return my calls.
I tried to find him, but he don't wanna be found.
Damn it, Sammy.
- What? - Oh, he got me home okay.
But whatever he did, it is bad mojo.
- What makes you sure? - You should've seen the grave.
It was like a nuke went off.
Then there was this This force, this presence, I don't know.
But it blew past me at a fill-up joint.
And then this.
- What in the hell? - It was like a demon just yanked me out.
Or rode me out.
- But why? - To hold up their end of the bargain.
You think Sam made a deal? That's what I would have done.
Yeah, hi, I have a cell phone account with you guys and I lost my phone.
I was wondering if you could turn the GPS on for me.
- Yeah, the name's Wedge Antilles.
- The /ast four digits of your socia/? - Social is 2474.
- Thank you, sir, it's active.
Thank you.
How'd you know he'd use that name? You kidding me? What don't I know about that kid? Hey, Bobby.
What's the deal with the liquor store? Your parents are out of town? Like I said last few months ain't been all that easy.
Right.
- Sam's in Pontiac, Illinois.
- Right near where you were planted.
Right where I popped up.
A coincidence, don't you think? So where is it? Where's what? The pizza that takes two guys to deliver? I think we got the wrong room.
Hey, Sammy.
- Who are you? - Like you didn't do this? - Do what? It's him.
It's him, Sam.
I've been through this already.
It's really him.
What? I know.
I look fantastic, huh? So are you two, like, together? What? No.
No.
He's my brother.
O- oh Got it, I guess.
Look, I should probably go.
Yeah, yeah.
That's probably a good idea.
Sorry.
- So call me.
- Yeah, yeah.
Sure thing, Kathy.
Chrissy.
Right.
So tell me, what'd it cost? The girl? Heh.
I don't pay, Dean.
That's not funny, Sam.
To bring me back.
What'd it cost? Was it just your soul, or something worse? - You think I made a deal? - That's what we think.
Well, I didn't.
Don't lie to me.
I'm not lying.
So, what, now I'm off the hook and you're on, is that it? You're some demon's bitch boy? I didn't wanna be saved like this.
Look, Dean, I wish I had done it, all right? There's no other way this could have gone.
Tell the truth.
I tried everything.
That's the truth.
Opening the Devil's Gate hell, I tried to bargain, Dean, but no demon would deal, all right? You were rotting in hell for months.
For months, and I couldn't stop it.
So I'm sorry.
It wasn't me, all right? Dean, I'm sorry.
It's okay, Sammy.
You don't have to apologize.
I believe you.
Don't get me wrong, I am gladdened that Sam's soul remains intact but it does raise a sticky question.
If he didn't pull me out then what did? So, what were you doing here if you weren't digging me out of my grave? Well, once I figured out I couldn't save you I started hunting down Lilith, trying to get some payback.
All by yourself? Who do you think you are, your old man? Uh Yeah, I'm sorry, Bobby.
I should have called.
I was pretty messed up.
Oh, yeah.
I really feel your pain.
Anyways, I was tracking these demons out in Tennessee and out of nowhere, they took a left, booked up here.
- When? - Yesterday morning.
When I busted out.
You think these demons are here because of you? But why? I don't know.
But some badass demon drags me out, now this? - It's gotta be connected somehow.
- How you feeling, anyway? I'm a little hungry.
No, I mean, do you feel like yourself? - Anything strange or different? - Or demonic? Bobby, how many times I have to prove I'm me? Listen, no demon's letting you loose out of the goodness of their hearts.
They gotta have something nasty planned.
- I feel fine.
We don't know what they're planning.
We got a pile of questions and no shovel.
We need help.
I know a psychic a few hours from here.
Something this big, maybe she's heard the other side talking.
- Hell, yeah, it's worth a shot.
- I'll be right back.
Hey, wait.
You probably want this back.
Thanks.
Yeah, don't mention it.
Hey, Dean, what was it like? What, hell? I don't know.
I must have blacked it out.
I don't remember a damn thing.
- Thank God for that.
- Yeah.
She's about four hours down the interstate.
Try to keep up.
I assume you'll wanna drive.
I almost forgot.
Hey, sweetheart, you miss me? Oh.
- What the hell is that? - That's an iPod jack.
You were supposed to take care of her not douche her up.
- Heh.
Dean, I thought it was my car.
Really? There's still one thing that's bothering me.
Yeah? Yeah, the night that I bit it.
Or got bit.
How'd you make it out? Lilith was gonna kill you.
- She tried.
She couldn't.
- What do you mean, she couldn't? She fired this, like, burning light at me.
And it didn't leave a scratch.
Like I was immune or something.
- Immune? - Yeah.
Heh.
I don't know who was more surprised, her or me.
She left pretty fast after that.
Huh.
- What about Ruby? Where's she? - Dead, or in hell.
You've been using your freaky ESP stuff? - No.
- You sure about that? I mean, now that you've got immunity, whatever the hell that is just wondering what other weirdo crap you got.
Nothing, Dean.
You didn't want me to go down that road, so I didn't go.
It was practically your dying wish.
Yeah, well, let's keep it that way.
- Bobby.
- Pam.
You're a sight for sore eyes.
So are these the boys? Sam, Dean, Pamela Barnes.
Best damn psychic in the state.
- Hey.
- Hi.
Mm-mm-mm.
Dean Winchester.
Out of the fire and back in the frying pan, huh? Makes you a rare individual.
If you say so.
Come on in.
So you hear anything? Well, I Ouija'd my way through a dozen spirits.
No one seems to know who broke your boy out or why.
- So, what's next? - A séance, I think.
See if we can see who did the deed.
You're not gonna summon the damn thing here? No.
I just wanna get a sneak peek at it.
Like a crystal ball without the crystal.
I'm game.
Let's see.
Who's Jesse? - Well, it wasn't forever.
- His loss.
Heh.
Might be your gain.
- Dude, I'm so in.
- Yeah, she's gonna eat you alive.
Hey, I just got out of jail.
Bring it.
- Ha.
- You're invited too, grumpy.
You are not invited.
Right.
Take each other's hands.
And I need to touch something our mystery monster touched.
Whoa! - Well, he didn't touch me there.
- Ha-ha-ha.
My mistake.
Okay.
I invoke, conjure and command you appear unto me before this circ/e.
I invoke, conjure and command you, appear unto me before this circ/e.
I invoke, conjure and command you, appear unto me before this circ/e.
I invoke, conjure and command you Castiel? No.
Sorry, Castiel, I don't scare easy.
Castiel? Lts name.
It's whispering to me, warning me to turn back.
I conjure and command you, show me your face.
I conjure and command you, show me your face.
I conjure and command you, show me your face.
- I conjure and command you - Maybe we should stop.
I almost got it.
I command you, show me your face.
Show me your face now.
Call 911.
I can't see.
I can't see.
- Oh, God.
We have an injured woman.
Oh, God.
- Be up in a jiff.
- Yeah, you bet.
- What'd Bobby say? - Uh, Pam's stable and out of ICU.
And blind because of us.
Still no clue what we're dealing with.
- That's not entirely true.
- No? We got a name.
Castiel or whatever.
With the right mumbo jumbo, we can summon him.
You're crazy.
Absolutely not.
We'll work him over.
After what he did? Pam took a peek at him and her eyes burned out of her skull.
- You wanna have a face-to-face? - Got a better idea? Yeah, as a matter of fact I do.
I followed some demons to town, right? - Okay.
- So we go find them.
Someone's gotta know something about something.
Thanks.
You angling for a tip? I'm sorry, I thought you were looking for us.
Dean.
To hell and back.
Aren't you a lucky duck? - That's me.
- So you get to just stroll out of the pit? Tell me, what makes you so special? I like to think it's because of my perky nipples.
I don't know.
Wasn't my doing.
I don't know who pulled me out.
Right.
You don't.
- No, I don't.
- Lying's a sin, you know.
I'm not lying.
I'd like to find out, so if you wouldn't mind enlightening me, Flo Mind your tone with me, boy.
I'll drag you back to hell myself.
No, you won't.
- No? - No.
If you were, you'd have done it already.
Fact is, you don't know who cut me loose.
You're just as spooked as we are.
And you're looking for answers.
Well, maybe it was some turbo-charged spirit.
Hmm? Or Godzilla.
Or some big, bad, boss demon.
But I'm guessing at your pay grade, that they don't tell you squat.
Because whoever it was, they want me out.
And they're a lot stronger than you.
So go ahead, send me back.
Don't crawl to me when they show up on your doorstep with Vaseline and a fire hose.
I'm gonna reach down your throat and rip out your lungs.
That's what I thought.
Let's go, Sam.
For the pie.
- Holy crap, that was close.
- We're not gonna leave them, are we? There's three of them, probably more.
We only got one knife.
I've been killing more demons than that lately.
Not anymore.
The smarter brother's back in town.
Dean, we gotta take them.
- They are dangerous.
- They're scared.
Scared of whatever had the juice to yank me out.
We're dealing with a bad mofo here.
One job at a time.
Dean.
Dean! How you doing, kid? Aside from the church bells ringing in my head peachy.
- Hey.
- What are you doing? - Couldn't sleep.
Went to get a burger.
- In my car? Force of habit.
What you doing up? Well, Bobby's back.
We're going to grab a beer.
All right, well, spill some for me, huh? Done.
I'll catch you later.
- Why the hell didn't you tell him? - He'd just try to stop us.
- From what? - Summoning this thing.
- It's time we face it head on.
- You can't be serious.
As a heart attack.
- It's high noon, baby.
- We don't know what it is.
It could be a demon, it could be anything.
So then we gotta be ready for anything.
We got the bigtime magic knife, you got an arsenal in the trunk.
This is a bad idea.
Couldn't agree more, but what other choice do we have? We could choose life.
Whatever this is, whatever it wants, it's after me.
That much we know, right? Well, I got no place to hide.
I can either get caught with my pants down again, or we can make our stand.
Dean, we could use Sam for this.
No, he's better off where he is.
Your eyes.
I could still smell your soul a mile away.
It was here.
You saw it.
- I saw it.
- What was it? It's the end.
We're dead.
We're all dead.
What did you see? Go to hell.
Funny, I was gonna say the same thing to you.
Damn it.
Getting pretty slick there, Sam.
Better all the time.
What the hell's going on around here, Ruby? I wish I knew.
We were thinking some high-level demon pulled Dean out.
No way.
Sam, human souls don't just walk out of hell and back into their bodies easy.
The sky bleeds, the ground quakes.
It's cosmic.
No demon can swing that.
Not Lilith.
- Not anybody.
- Then what can? Nothing I've ever seen before.
It's a hell of an art project you got going there.
Traps and talismans from every faith on the globe.
How you doing? Stakes, iron, silver, salt, the knife.
We're set to catch anything I've ever heard of.
This is still a bad idea.
Yeah, Bobby, I heard you the first ten times.
What do you say we ring the dinner bell? So, million-dollar question: You gonna tell Dean about what we're doing? Yeah, I just gotta figure out the right way to say it.
- Look, I just need time, okay? That's all.
- He's gonna find out.
- Lf not from you, he's gonna be pissed.
- He's gonna be pissed anyway.
He's so hard-headed about this psychic stuff, he'll just try and stop me.
Maybe I'll just take a step back for a while.
I'm not exactly in your brother's fan club.
But he is your brother.
And I'm not gonna come between you.
I don't know if what I'm doing is right.
Hell, I don't even know if I trust you.
- Thanks.
- What I do know is I'm saving people and stopping demons.
And that feels good.
I wanna keep going.
You sure you did the ritual right? Sorry.
Touchy, touchy.
Wishful thinking, but maybe it's just the wind.
Who are you? I'm the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition.
Yeah, thanks for that.
We need to talk, Dean.
Alone.
- Your friend's alive.
- Who are you? Castiel.
Yeah, I figured that much.
I mean, what are you? I'm an angel of the Lord.
Get the hell out of here.
There's no such thing.
This is your problem, Dean.
You have no faith.
Some angel you are.
You burned out that poor woman's eyes.
I warned her not to spy on my true form.
It can be overwhelming to humans.
And so can my real voice, but you already knew that.
You mean the gas station and the motel? That was you talking? Buddy, next time, lower the volume.
That was my mistake.
Certain people, special people, can perceive my true visage.
I thought you would be one of them.
I was wrong.
And what visage are you in now, huh? What, holy tax accountant? This? This is a vessel.
You're possessing some poor bastard? He's a devout man.
He actually prayed for this.
Look, pal, I'm not buying what you're selling.
So who are you, really? I told you.
Right.
And why would an angel rescue me from hell? Good things do happen, Dean.
Not in my experience.
What's the matter? You don't think you deserve to be saved? Why'd you do it? Because God commanded it.
Because we have work for you.