( GUILTY AS CHARGED )

      Osiris beckons and Jo takes a seat near his throne. "State your name for the court." He says.

      "Jo Harvelle."

       "And... what is your relationship to Dean Winchester?" Asks Osiris.

       "We worked together." Jo says.

       "Isn't it true that you admired him?"

       "Well, as a hunter... yeah. As a guy, he was kind of a jerk." Jo says and Dean looks somewhat hurt.

      "So you saw him as a mentor of sorts?" Osiris asks.

      "I wouldn't put it like that."

       "How would you put it?" He asks.

       "I don't know. I trusted him." Jo says. "So if you're trying to say that he was a bad guy or something—"

      "Was it hard?" Osiris asks.

      "What?"

       "Working with him... considering your feelings." He says.

      "No. What feelings?"

       "You would have done quite a bit for him – followed him into any battle." Says the god.

       "I know what you're getting at, and it's bull." Jo says.

       "So Dean had nothing to do with your first case, the one that started it all." Osiris says.

       "It wasn't like that." Says Jo.

       "No feelings. None at all. You would have chosen the same exact road. Ended up in that hardware store, holding the fuse."

      "Oh, you're a piece of work. You know that? Putting words in her mouth—" Dean starts.

       Osiris gestures towards Dean and Dean gulps. "Keep him under control, counsel... or I'll remove his tongue." He gestures again and Dean draws a deep breath. "Your witness."

      Sam gets up and stands in front of Jo. "Jo. So, um... your dad... was in the life?" He asks.

      "Yes, he was." Jo says.

       "And your relationship with him?" Sam asks.

      "Good. I mean..." Jo says.

      "You idolized him."

      "Basically." Says Jo.

      "So why'd you start? To impress some loudmouth ass you just met... Or 'cause you wanted to be like your dad?" Sam asks.

       "Daddy issues. Definitely. Listen, Dean, I don't—"

       Osiris flicks his hand and Jo's ghost disappears. "All right. You two can have a moment to strategize. And then I'll call my next witness." He says. Sam sits down next to Dean again.

       "All right. Who's the next witness? He looked at you like you'd know." Sam says.

       "I got no clue. This whole thing's like a friggin' episode of "Pee-Wee's Playhouse." Dean says.

       "Next witness! The prosecution calls..." Osiris starts and Elena sucks in a breath, preparing for the worst. "Sam Winchester to the stand." He gestures to the witness's chair. "Sam... Not exactly the life you expected, is it?"

      "Details a little different." Sam says.

       "For a while there, you were gonna be a real Lawyer. Marry Jess."

       "Yeah, that was a long time ago." Sam says.

      "But were you or were you not happily out of the family racket until Dean showed back up in that gas guzzler?" Osiris asks. "Ah-ah. The truth, now."

      "It's complicated." Sam says.

      "That one act had quite a domino effect. Come back, your girl's dead."

      "Well, that wasn't his fault." Says Sam.

      "Sure, and neither is everything that came after – all the death and the blood and hanging on by a thread. None of that is on Dean, directly." Osiris says. "But don't you think that your brother dragged you back into that catastrophic mess because he'd rather damn you with him than be alone? There is a long pause."

      "No. One way or another, I'd have gotten pulled back in." Sam says.

      "You know that for certain?" Osiris asks.

      "Pretty sure."

      "Pretty sure." Says Osiris.

      "I'm positive." Says Sam.

       "I believe you. Hey, if it was about convincing me, I would say..." Osiris says.

      "What?"

      "I don't decide anything, Sam. I don't decide Dean's guilt. I just weigh the guilt that's already there." Osiris says. "This is solely about how Dean feels, way down deep. Them's the breaks."

       "Wait. So, if Dean believes he's innocent, then he is?" Sam asks.

       "If. A big if. Why do I bring up the past? To see if he feels like dog food about it. People want to be judged. They really do." Osiris says. "When your heart's heavy, let me tell you, real punishment's a mercy."

      "I want to call Dean to the stand." Sam asks.

      "Oh, you do, now? There is an order to this stuff, you know. Okay. I'll allow it." Osiris snaps his fingers and Dean's chains fall away.

      Sam is standing in front of Dean, who is in the witness chair. "So, Dean. When you came and got me, did you know Jess would die? Or any of it?" He asks.

      "Course not." Dean says.

       "Right. How could you? I mean, are you psychic? That's a question." Sam says.

       "No. Uh, definitely not psychic."

       "Great. So why would you feel guilty about not predicting the future?" Asks Sam.

       "Yeah, I guess that doesn't make any sense. Actually, yeah, no, I don't." Dean says.

      "What about Jo? Did you actually kill her?" Asks Sam.

      "Uh, no."

       "Isn't it true that you don't feel guilty about her – that you're just... sad she's dead? That it just... blows?" Sam asks.

      "Actually... Maybe, yeah." Dean says.

      "Mm-mm-mm. I like your style, Sam. Very engaging." Osiris says.

      "Dean. Does any of this feel like it's really... on you?" Sam asks.

      "Not really."

       "Then is your heart heavy with guilt or just plain heavy and none of this guy's business?" Asks Sam.

       "Uh, what you said – the second thing." Dean says.

      "Then I rest my case."

      "Very good... Both of you. All right. Because I really enjoyed that, I'm gonna be generous and ask – Dean, do you want me to call my last witness?" Osiris asks. "Or have we had enough?" Dean sighs heavily.

       "What the hell's he talking about?" Sam asks.

       "Enough Ally McBealing. Just drop the hammer, will ya?" Dean says.

       "Wait, Dean, he's giving us more time!" Sam yells.

       "It's not gonna make a difference, Sam!" Dean yells.

       "You need another moment? You done?" Osiris bangs his staff three times on the ground. "The court's reached a verdict. I find you, Dean Winchester, guilty in your heart... and sentence you to die. I'd suggest you get your affairs in order quickly."

STREET OUTSIDE HOTEL
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        Sam, Elena and Dean arrive in the Impala. The area is a crime scene. Police officers wheel away a body on a stretcher. They enter and see the empty chair and broken salt line. "Damn it, I told him." Sam says.

       "Osiris would have got to him one way or another. Guy's batting a thousand." Dean says.

       "There's still time. We can figure something out." Elena says.

       Shots of Sam on the phone and Dean researching on the laptop as Sam paces the room, then Sam still pacing as Dean sits on the bed with his head bowed. Sam's phone rings. "Bobby." Sam says. "What do you got?"

       "A way to give Osiris a dirt nap." Bobby says. The scene alternates between Sam in the hotel room and Bobby in his car.

      "Good. We need it." Sam nods to Dean, who is drinking a glass of whiskey.

       "Now, as near as I can figure, it ought to put him down for a couple of centuries, at least. It's worked a few times since the Pharaohs were big." Bobby says.

      "So it's temporary?" Asks Sam.

       "Long temporary. I say we slap that band-aid on and leave finding a cure to some hunter in a space suit." Bobby says. "Now, you're gonna need to stab him with a ram's horn."

       "A ram's horn? Where am I gonna find a ram's horn in Dearborn?"

      "No clue. But make sure it's a sharp piece. He ain't gonna let you stab him twice." Says Bobby.

       "Yeah. Thanks." Sam hangs up and heads for the laptop. "Ram's horn. Ahh... okay." His internet search returns 1,612 results. "Huh. Apparently, uh, Jewish people blow through them once a year."

      "Where you gonna find one this time of night?" Elena asks.

       "Uh... synagogue?" Sam suggests.

       "You're gonna steal from a temple? Well, that's a new low." Dean drinks more whiskey.

      "You're on death row, Dean. Quit joking around." Sam says. "Here. Keys. I'll be back."

      "The dick's gonna sic Jo after me, Sam." Dean says.

      "You're a hunter, Dean. You know how to deal with ghosts." Sam says.

       Dean gives Sam the keys to the Impala. "So, you suggesting I kill her again?" He asks.

      "You didn't kill her, Dean. I'll hurry." Sam leaves. Dean makes a salt circle around himself.

      "You can come out now." Dean says to no one and then turns to Elena. "Elena. You can't still be here." He says.

      "I'm not gonna leave you, Dean." Elena says.

       Dean gives her a sad smile. "She's gonna come for me. You need to get out of here before she shows up." He says.

       Elena walks over and steps over the salt line and grabs Dean's hand. "I'm not going anywhere. And neither are you."

SYNAGOGUE
[ ☾]

       Sam is looking around an office with a flashlight. He sees a ram's horn and picks it up. A Rabbi enters the room and turns on the light. "I'm guessing you're not here for bar mitzvah lessons." He says.

       "Uh..." Sam says.

NEAL'S TAVERN
[ ☾]

       A Woman customer at the bar is talking to Mia as Osiris watches.

MOTEL ROOM
[ ☾]

       Elena gives Dean's hand a reassuring squeeze as they stand face to face. Suddenly, something hits Elena's head and she falls to the ground. "Elena!" Dean yells.

       "You know I'd never do this." Jo says as she appears and drops the crowbar she was holding. She then grabs Elena's legs and drags her outside. "I had to so we can talk. Alone."

       "I know." Dean says as he glances from Jo to Elena.

       "I guess it's his thing. Some kind of twisted eye for an eye." Jo says.

      "It's okay."

       "No, it's not. You deserve better." Says Jo.

       "No, you did. You deserved better, Jo."

IMPALA
[ ☾]

        Sam is driving with the ram's horn on the seat beside him.

MOTEL ROOM
[ ☾]

       "Dean, my life was good. Really." Jo says.

       "He was right, you know – that dick judge, about me." Dean says.

       "No, he wasn't."

       "You were a kid." Says Dean.

       "Not true." Jo says.

        "You and Sam. I just – you know, hunters are never kids. I never was. I didn't even stop to think about it."

       "It's not your fault. It wasn't on you." Jo says.

       "No, but I didn't want to do it alone. Who does?" Dean asks. "No, the right thing would have been to send your ass back home to your mom."

       "Like to have seen you try." Jo says. "He was right about one thing."

       "What, your massive crush on me?" Dean asks.

        Jo smiles. "Shut up. You carry all kinds of crap you don't have to, Dean. It kinda gets clearer when you're dead." She says.

      "Well, in that case, you should be able to see that I am 90%... crap. I get rid of that, what then?" Dean asks.

      "You really want to die not knowing? Dean."

       "Yeah." Dean says.

       "It's time." Jo's ghost turns on the burners on the gas stove.

NEAL'S TAVERN
[ ☾]

        The Woman leaves the bar and walks down the street. Osiris is waiting around a corner.

MOTEL ROOM
[ ☾]

       Jo's ghost disappears from where it is standing at the stove and reappears almost instantly just outside Dean's salt circle. "Come on, Dean. I used to hunt ghosts. I know the tricks." She says. The window glass shatters and wind breaks the salt circle. "He's making me do this."

       "It's okay." Dean says.

STREET
[ ☾]

        The Woman reaches her car, takes her keys out of her bag, drops them and picks them up. Osiris puts a hand on her shoulder, turns her around and covers her mouth with his hand as she tries to scream.

MOTEL ROOM
[ ☾]

       Jo's ghost takes a lighter out of Dean's pocket.

STREET
[ ☾]

       The Woman and Osiris struggle. Sam comes up behind Osiris and stabs him with the ram's horn. His eyes change to blue light and his face cracks as he falls to the ground.

MOTEL ROOM
[ ☾]

       Jo's ghost strokes Dean's cheek and drops the lighter, then vanishes. Dean looks around. "Jo?"

RIVER
[ ☼ ]

        Sam, Elena and Dean are drinking beers next to the Impala. "So, uh, it seem like... you know, like... she was in pain?" Sam asks.

        "No. No, just kind of faded. Regular Jo. Actually, maybe a little happier." Dean takes a drink of his beer. "I got a question. So where the hell did that come from, volunteering to defend me?"
  
       "He was gonna kick me out." Sam says.

       "I don't know, man – in another life, you uh... you might have made a pretty decent scuzzbag." Dean says.

       Sam laughs. "I'm 0 for 1, Dean." He says.

       "Ah, it's not your fault. You were pretty convincing."

       "So, who was he talking about?" Asks Sam and Elena looks at Dean for an answer.

       "Who?"

       "That whole final witness thing." Says Sam.

       "No idea. Honestly, that could be just about anybody dead we know." Dean says. "By the way... I mean, I get why Judge Judy put me on trial – I got guilt coming out of my pores. But... why'd he skip you?"

       "I think I just don't... feel guilty anymore." Sam says.

       "Come on." Elena says.

       "Look, I don't know what to tell you, Dean. I mean, I've spent a lot of time feeling pretty crappy – like, my whole life."

      "What, you got a secret stash of happy pills?" Dean asks.

       "Hell." Sam says and Dean looks quizzical. "Look, I'm not saying it's logical. I just... you know, I feel like I did a lot of stuff I should have felt bad for, and then I paid a lot of dues and came out the other side, you know?"

       "And that worked? I mean, you really feel like your – your slate's wiped?" Dean asks.

      "No. Nothing ever gets wiped." Sam starts to walk around to the passenger side of the Impala. "You know? Sometimes I see Lucifer when I friggin' brush my teeth, but, I don't know, I guess I just finally feel like... my past is my past, and I can move on with my life. You know, hopefully."

       "Easier said than done." Dean says.

       "Not arguing that."

       "Well, I don't know whether to be, uh, jealous or weirded out." Dean says.

       "You'll get used to it. I mean, I don't want to sound lame, but... I kind of feel good, Dean."

        "Well, you are going to be a pleasure to ride with." Dean says. They get into the Impala and drive away.