Storm's coming.
And you boys and your daddy, you are smack in the middle of it.
Take your brother outside as fast as you can. Now, Dean.
He wants us to pick up where he left off...
...saving people, hunting things. The family business.
Our whole lives we been searching for this demon.
Samuel Colt made a gun.
They say this gun can kill anything.
We finally know where this demon's gonna be.
And now, we know how to kill it.
More and more demons are walking among us.
- You're not my dad. - What's going on?
I think he's possessed.
I have plans for you, Sammy.
You and all the children like you.
It's inside me. I can feel it. Hey, shoot me.
I can't hold on to it much longer.
- Why didn't you kill it? - We got the Colt.
We still have one bullet left.
Get back...
...or I'll kill you, I swear to God.
You won't.
You're saving that bullet for someone else.
You wanna bet?
Oh, my God.
- Dad? Did I do this?
Dad?
Dean?
Dean!
Significant passenger space intrusion. Unresponsive.
BP, 180 over 50. Heart rate-
BP, 100 over 50. Heart rate, 99, 95-
- Tell me if they're okay. - You have to stay still.
Are they even alive?
Sam?
Dad?
Anybody?
Shiloh County, Nurses' Station.
How can I transfer your call?
Of course, I'll transfer your call.
Excuse me.
Hi.
I think I was in a car accident...
...with my dad and my brother. I just need to find them.
Hello?
Sammy.
You look good...
...considering...
Oh, no.
Man, tell me you can hear me.
How's Dad?
Is he okay?
Come on, you're the psychic.
Give me some ghost whispering or something.
Your father's awake.
You can go see him, if you like.
Oh, thank God.
Doc, what about my brother?
He sustained serious injury.
Blood loss, contusions to his liver and kidney.
It's the head trauma I'm worried about. There's early signs of cerebral edema.
Well, what can we do?
We won't know his full condition until he wakes up.
If...
- ...he wakes up. - If?
- To be honest... - I'm waking up.
...most people with his injury wouldn't have survived this long.
He's fighting very hard.
But you need to have realistic expectations, son.
Come on, Sam. Go find some Hoodoo priest...
...to lay some mojo on me.
I'll be fine.
Sam.
All right. Here.
Give them my insurance.
"Elroy McGillicuddy"?
And his two loving sons.
So...
What else did the doctor say about Dean?
Nothing.
Look, if the doctors won't do anything, then we'll have to. That's all.
I don't know. I'll find some...
...Hoodoo priest and lay some mojo on him and...
We'll look for someone.
Yeah.
But, Sam...
...I don't know if we'll find anyone.
Why not?
- I found that faith healer before. - All right, that was one in a million.
What, then we just sit here with our thumbs up our ass?
No, I said we'd look.
I'll check under every stone.
Where's the Colt?
Your son is dying, and you're worried about the Colt?
We are hunting this demon and maybe it's hunting us too.
That gun may be our only card.
It's in the trunk.
They dragged the car to a yard off I-83.
You gotta clean out that trunk before some junk man sees what's inside.
I already called Bobby. He's like an hour out.
He's gonna tow the Impala back to his place.
All right. You go meet up with Bobby.
You get that Colt and bring it back.
- And you watch out for hospital security. - I think I got it covered.
Hey.
Here.
I made a list of things I need. Have Bobby pick them up.
Acacia? Oil of Abramelin?
- What's this stuff for? - Protection.
Hey, Dad.
You know the demon?
He said he had plans for me and children like me.
You have any idea what he meant by that?
No, I don't.
Well, you sure know something.
Oh, man.
Dean is gonna be pissed.
Look, Sam, it's-
This just ain't worth a tow.
I say we empty the trunk and sell the rest for scrap.
No.
Dean would kill me if we did that.
When he gets better, he's gonna wanna fix this.
There's nothing to fix.
Frame's a pretzel. The engine's ruined.
There's barely any parts worth salvaging.
Listen to me, Bobby.
If there's only one working part, that's enough.
We're not just gonna give up on...
Okay.
You got it.
Here.
Dad asked if you could get this stuff for him.
What John want with this?
Protection from the demon.
What?
- Oh, nothing. It's just- - Bobby.
What's going on?
Come on, Dad.
You gotta help me.
I gotta get better. I gotta get back in there.
I mean, you haven't called a soul for help.
You haven't even tried.
Aren't you gonna do anything?
Aren't you even gonna say anything?
I've done everything you have ever asked me.
Everything.
I have given everything I've ever had.
Are you're just gonna sit there and you're gonna watch me die?
What the hell kind of father are you?
What is that?
I take it you didn't see that.
Help. Help. Help.
Hey, I need some help in here!
I can't...
...breathe.
Sammy, tell me you can freaking hear me.
There's something in the hospital. Bring me back. We gotta hunt this thing.
Sam.
You're quiet.
- Think I wouldn't find out? - What are you talking about?
That stuff. You don't use it to ward off a demon. You use it to summon one.
You plan on bringing the demon here. Having some stupid, macho showdown.
- I have a plan, Sam. - That's exactly my point.
Dean is dying and you have a plan.
You care more about killing this demon...
- ...than saving your own son. Don't do this.
Do not tell me how I feel.
- I'm doing this for Dean. How?
How is revenge gonna help him?
You're not thinking about anybody but yourself.
- It's the same selfish obsession. Don't do this.
I thought this was your obsession too. This demon killed your mother.
Killed your girlfriend. You begged me to be part of this hunt.
If you killed it when you had the chance, none of this would've happened.
It was possessing you.
- I would've killed you. - Your brother would be awake.
- Shut up. Both of you. - Go to hell.
I should've never taken you along in the first place.
- It was a mistake. - I said shut up!
Dude, I full-on Swayze'd that mother.
What the-? What is-?
Something's going on out there.
All clear. Clear.
- Still no pulse. - No.
- Still no pulse. - Okay, let's go again, 360.
Charging. All clear?
Clear. Clear.
Come on. Come on.
No pulse. Baseline, 36.
- Ready. Charged.
Clear. Standing by.
Still nothing. No pulse. Okay, let's go again.
Charging. All clear?
Clear. - You get the hell away from me.
Stay back.
No change. Starting CPR.
I said, get back!
Three, two, one.
- Three, two, one. Still nothing.
We have a pulse. We're back into sinus rhythm.
Don't worry, Sammy.
I'm not going anywhere.
I'm getting that thing before it gets me.
It's some kind of spirit...
...but I could grab it.
And if I can grab it...
...I can kill it.
Can't you see me?
Why won't you look at me?
Now what?
Somebody talk to me.
Say something, please.
Can you see me?
Yeah.
Hi, just calm down.
- What's your name? - Tessa.
Okay, good, Tessa. I'm Dean.
What's happening to me?
Am I-?
Am I dead?
That sort of depends.
I don't understand.
I just came in for an appendectomy.
I hate to bear bad news...
...but I think there were some complications.
It's just a dream. That's all. This is just...
...a very weird...
...unbelievably vivid dream.
Tessa...
...it's not a dream.
Then what else could it be?
You ever heard of an out-of-body experience?
What are you, some New Age-y guy?
You see me messing with crystals or listening to Yanni?
It's actually a very old idea.
It's got a lot of different names. Bilocation...
...crisis apparitions, fetches.
I think it's happening to us.
And if it is...
...it means that we're spirits...
...of people close to death.
So we're gonna die?
No.
Not if we hold on.
Our bodies can get better. You can snap back in there and wake up.
What do you mean, you "felt something"?
I mean, it felt like-
Like Dean.
Like he was there, just out of eyeshot or something.
I don't know if it's my psychic thing or what.
But do you think it's even possible? You think his spirit could be around?
Anything's possible.
Well, there's one way to find out.
Where you going?
- I gotta pick something up. I'll be back. - Wait, Sam.
I promise, I won't hunt this demon.
Not until we know Dean's okay.
I gotta say, I'm impressed.
- With what? - You.
Most people in your spot would be Jell-O by now...
...but you're taking this pretty well. Maybe a little better than me.
Don't get me wrong.
I was pretty freaked at first.
But now, I don't know. I'm dealing.
So you're okay with dying?
No, of course not.
I just think, whatever's gonna happen is gonna happen.
It's out of my control.
It's just fate.
Now, that's crap.
You always have a choice.
Roll over and die or keep fighting.
Dr. Kripke to Room 237. Code blue. Dr. Kripke...
Where you going? - Just wait here.
Start bagging. Ready to go.
Give me another amp of epi, please.
Get away from her.
Come on. Negative.
- Still nothing. - All right. Let's call it.
Time of death, 5:11 p.m.
At least she's not suffering anymore.
Hey.
I think maybe you're around. And if you are...
...you'll make fun of me for this.
But there's one way we can talk.
Oh, you gotta be kidding me.
Dean?
Dean, are you here?
God, I feel like I'm at a slumber party.
All right, Sam.
This isn't gonna work.
I'll be damned.
Oh, it's good to hear from you, man. It hasn't been the same without you.
Damn straight.
All right, all right.
Dean, what?
H...
...U...
"Hunt"?
What, hunting or-?
Are you hunting?
Dean, it's in the hospital, what you're hunting.
Do you know what it is?
One question at a time, dude.
What is it?
I don't think it's killing people.
I think it's taking them.
You know, when...
When their time is just up.
A reaper?
Dean...
...is it after you?
If it's here naturally...
...there's no way to stop it.
Yeah, you can't kill death.
Man, you're-
I'm screwed, Sam.
No. No, no, no.
There's gotta be a way.
Oh, there's gotta be a way.
Dad will know what to do.
Dad.
- Hey, so Dad wasn't in his room. - Where is he?
But I got Dad's journal, so who knows? Maybe there's something in here.
Thanks for not giving up on me, Sammy.
Son of a bitch.
Hi, Dean.
You know, you read the most interesting things.
For example, did you know that reapers can alter human perception?
I sure didn't.
Basically, they can make themselves appear however they want.
Like, say...
...a pretty girl.
You are prettier than the last reaper I met.
I was wondering when you'd figure it out.
I should've known.
That whole "accepting fate" rap of yours is far too laid-back for a dead chick.
The mother and the body, I'm still trying to figure that out.
It's my sandbox.
I can make you see whatever I want.
What is this, like, a turn-on for you? Toying with me?
You didn't give me much choice.
You saw my true form and you flipped out.
Kind of hurts a girl's feelings.
This was the only way I could get you to talk to me.
Okay, fine...
...we're talking. The hell do you wanna talk about?
How death is nothing to fear.
It's your time to go, Dean.
You're living on borrowed time already.
What are you doing down here?
- I can explain. - Yeah?
You're gonna explain to Security.
Come on, you follow me.
Hey.
How stupid do you think I am?
You really want an honest answer to that?
You conjuring me, John. I'm surprised.
I took you for a lot of things...
...but suicidally reckless wasn't one of them.
I could always shoot you.
You could always miss.
And you only got one try, don't you?
Did you really think you could trap me?
Oh, I don't wanna trap you.
I wanna make a deal.
Dean, are you here?
I couldn't find anything in the book.
I don't know how to help you.
But I'll keep trying, all right?
As long as you keep fighting.
I mean, come on, you can't-
You can't leave me alone with Dad. We'll kill each other. You know that.
Dean, you gotta hold on.
You can't go, man. Not now.
We were just starting to be brothers again.
Can you hear me?
Look, I'm sure you've heard this before.
But you gotta make an exception. You gotta cut me a break.
Stage 3, bargaining.
I'm serious.
My family's in danger.
See, we're kind of in the middle of this...
...war.
And they need me.
The fight's over.
- No, it isn't. - It is for you.
Dean, you're not the first soldier I've plucked from the field.
They all feel the same.
They can't leave.
Victory hangs in the balance.
But they're wrong.
The battle goes on without them.
My brother. He could die without me.
Maybe he will.
Maybe he won't.
Nothing you can do about it.
It's an honorable death.
A warrior's death.
I think I'll pass on the 72 virgins, thanks.
I'm not that into prude chicks, anyway.
That's funny.
You're very cute.
There's no such thing as an honorable death.
My corpse is gonna rot in the ground. My family is gonna die.
No.
I'm not going with you. I don't care what you do.
Well, like you said...
...there's always a choice.
I can't make you come with me...
...but you're not getting back in your body.
And that's just facts.
So, yes, you can stay.
You'll stay here for years...
...disembodied, scared.
And over the decades, it'll probably drive you mad.
Maybe you'll even get violent.
What are you saying?
Dean...
...how do you think angry spirits are born?
They can't let go, and they can't move on.
And you're about to become one.
The same thing you hunt.
It's very unseemly.
Making deals with devils.
How do I know this isn't just another trick?
It's no trick.
I will give you the Colt and the bullet...
...but you gotta help Dean.
You gotta bring him back.
Why, John, you're a sentimentalist.
If only your boys knew how much their daddy loved them.
It's a good trade.
You care a hell of a lot more about this gun...
- ...than you do Dean. - Don't be so sure.
He killed some people very special to me.
But still, you're right. He isn't much of a threat.
And neither is your other son, of course.
You know the truth, right?
About Sammy...
...and the other children?
Yeah.
I've known for a while.
But Sam doesn't, does he?
You've been playing dumb.
Can you bring Dean back?
Yes or no?
No.
But I know someone who can.
It's not a problem.
Good.
And before I give you the gun...
...I'm gonna wanna make sure that Dean's okay, with my own eyes.
Oh, John, I'm offended. Don't you trust me?
Fine.
So we have a deal.
No, John, not yet.
You still need to sweeten the pot.
With what?
There's something else...
...I want as much as that gun.
Maybe more.
It's time to put the pain behind you.
And go where?
Sorry.
I can't give away the big punch line.
Moment of truth.
No changing your mind later.
So, what's it going to be?
What are you doing that for?
I'm not doing it.
What the hell?
You can't do this.
Get away!
What's happening?
Today's your lucky day, kid.
Dean.
Help! I need help!
I can't explain it.
The edema's vanished, the internal contusions are healed.
Your vitals are good.
You've got some kind of angel watching over you.
Thanks, doc.
- You said a reaper was after me? - Yeah.
- How'd I ditch it? - You got me.
Dean, you really don't remember anything?
No.
Except this pit in my stomach.
Sam, something's wrong.
How you feeling, dude?
Fine, I guess.
- I'm alive. - That's what matters.
Where were you last night?
I had some things to take care of.
Well, that's specific.
Come on, Sam.
Did you go after the demon?
- No. - Why don't I believe you right now?
Can we not fight?
Half the time I don't know what we're fighting about.
We're just butting heads.
Sammy, I've-
I've made some mistakes.
?But I've always done the best I could.
I just don't wanna fight anymore, okay?
Dad, are you all right?
Yeah.
I'm just a little tired.
Hey, Sam, would you mind...?
Do you mind getting me a cup of caffeine?
Yeah. Yeah, sure.
What is it?
You know, when you were a kid...
...I'd come home from a hunt.
And after what I'd seen...
...I'd be wrecked.
And you...
You'd come up to me...
...you'd put your hand on my shoulder, and you'd look me in the eye.
You'd say, "It's okay, Dad."
Dean.
I'm sorry.
Why?
You shouldn't have to say that to me. I should've been saying that to you.
You know, I put-
I put too much on your shoulders. I made you grow up too fast.
You took care of Sam, and you took care of me.
You did that.
And you didn't complain, not once.
I just want you to know...
...that I am so proud of you.
- This really you talking? - Yeah.
Yeah, it's really me.
Why are you saying this stuff?
I want you to watch out for Sammy, okay?
Yeah, Dad, you know I will.
You're scaring me.
Don't be scared, Dean.
Okay.
Dad.
You'll have to wait outside. - No, it's our dad.
Five hundred cc's ready to go.
- Let's try again. An amp of atropine. - Come on.
Pushing atropine.
In.
Okay, stop compression.
Stopped.
Last breath.
- Come on, come on. Still no pulse.
Okay, that's it, everybody. I'll call it.
Time of death, 10:41 a.m.