( HALLUCIFER )

BOBBY'S HOUSE
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Sam is assembling his gun again and using a stopwatch to time himself. He looks displeased with the time. He hears a car pull up and walks towards the door with an open can in his hand. Dean and Elena enter. "Hey guys." Sam says.

"Hey. Oh, yeah. Good thinking." Dean takes the can from Sam.

"Uh..." Sam says.

Dean takes a drink from the can. "So I, uh, we followed those swim kid Levia-whatever..." He says.

"To where?" Asks Sam.

"Here. Well, back to town, and that ain't the good news." Elena says.

"What?"

"It ain't just two of them, I don't think." Dean says.

"Did you call Bobby?" Sam asks.

"Yeah, he's working his own case, I gotta move and I need back-up and that means you and Elena."

"Wait. You sure about that?" Sam asks.

"I know, you're bonkers. But, luckily I just need you to keep the engine running and wait by the back door. Just don't, uh, don't let Satan change my presets. Let's go." Dean walks out the door. Sam gets his gun and jacket and follows him.

SIOUX FALLS
GENERAL HOSPITAL
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Bobby is pushing Jody in a wheelchair. "Her name's Mrs Hackett. She never came back." Jody says.

"I'll check it out. Now you get some rest. I'll come by later." Bobby says.

"Bobby Singer. My hero."

"That's the roofies talking." Bobby helps Jody into a taxi.

SIOUX FALLS GENERAL HOSPITAL MORGUE
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A card on a locker reads: NAME: Mrs Madeline Hackett T.O.D.: Oct/03 9:44AM AGE: 56 TRANSFER FROM: SPGH WARD: ORTHOPEDIC SURGERY CORONER: Dr. Neil Williams.

Bobby opens the locker, pulls out the body and reads the chart on top of it. "Foot surgery, huh. Died this morning." He pulls back the sheet covering the body. "Already autopsied, what the hell?"

IMPALA
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"How you doing, Sam? In the head region. Devil still riding shotgun?" Dean asks.

"Not right now, but... yeah." Sam says.

"Maybe we ought to get you, I don't know..." Dean says.

"Some – some what? Some... professional help? What are they gonna do, Dean, just stuff me full of pills." Sam says. "We'll figure out some other option."

"Okay, yeah. But what are your other options? You remember when Martin took his nose-dive and started shooting at nothing? I mean his sweater unraveled fast."

"I'm not Martin." Says Sam.

"No, but you are crazy. That don't wash off. You get that, right? You are never going to be okay, Sam."

BOBBY'S SALVAGE YARD
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The Impala, containing only Dean, pulls up at Bobby's. Dean enters and walks through the house looking for Sam. "Sam? Sammy?" Dean asks. "Sam? Oh, crap."

OFFICE BUILDING
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The Impala, containing Hallucination-Dean and Sam, pulls up outside what appears to be an office building. Five people are visible through glass windows. They get out. "Oh, dammit. There's five of 'em. All right, come on." Hallucination Dean says.

"Are you sure?" Sam asks.

"Yeah, and listen, when we get in there, you gotta keep it together."

Sam is holding keys. "Yeah, yeah, I—I will, I—" He says.

"Cause if you're seeing Lucifer, then you could be seeing all kinds of crap, okay?" Hallucination Dean says. "You just don't know."

"How is this helping?" Asks Sam.

"I'm just saying, Sam, you're out of control."

"I'm dealing with it the best I can." Sam says.

"Dealing?" Hallucination Dean laughs. "Sorry, that's just funny, I mean how can you deal? You think this is an office building, right?" He holds the door open for Sam and they enter the building. The door reads "Morning Star Endeavors Ltd".

WAREHOUSE
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"Sorry. Wrong."

"Where the hell are we?" Asks Sam.

"Oh, you think I'm Dean! Right." Hallucination-Dean smiles and morphs into Hallucifer. "You poor clueless son of a bitch."

"Stay the hell away from me." Sam turns and walks away.

"Your world is whatever I want it to be, understand?" Hallucifer says.

Sam turns and shoots at nothing. "Leave me alone!" He yells.

Hallucifer appears behind Sam. "Now we're getting there. Pinocchio's seeing his strings." He says.

"Shut up."

"It's the big crescendo." Says Hallucifer.

"I said shut up!" Sam fires his gun.

Hallucifer appears behind him again. "Want to point that gun at someone useful? Try your face." He walks closer to Sam. "Want to know the truth? Want to skip to the last page of the book? You know where to aim." Hallucifer holds a finger against the underside of his jaw. "Cowboy." He makes a sound to imply pulling the trigger.

SIOUX FALLS GENERAL HOSPITAL MORGUE
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Bobby is examining Mrs Hackett's insides. "It's like a friggin' doggy bag in here!" He yells. Dr. Gaines enters.

"Can I help you?" He asks.

"You can maybe still help this hospital!" Bobby takes out some ID and holds it up briefly. "Who's responsible for this sloppy bit of documentation?"

"I know you." Gaines says.

"No, you got the wrong guy." Bobby says.

"Bobby... Singer. Yes. We saw you. Through the angel's eyes."

Bobby grabs a mallet off a tray and hits Dr. Gaines across the face. "Well, let's try for amnesia, then." He takes a shotgun out of his bag as Dr. Gaines' face transforms. He now has a huge mouth, long pointed teeth and a two-pronged tongue. Bobby shoots. Dr. Gaines' face returns to normal and he drips black ooze. "Fair enough." Bobby runs out of the room.

IMPALA
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We see a shot of the GPS on Dean's phone. "Oh, this can't be good." He says.

"We'll find him." Elena says. "It's gonna be okay."

"It's never gonna be okay." Dean says.

WAREHOUSE
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Dean pulls up near a black van and he and Elena get out of the car. Sam and Hallucifer are standing close together. Dean and Elena enter. "Sam? Sam!" Dean yells.

"Oh look. Another me." Hallucination Dean says.

"Sam, what are you doing?" Dean asks and Sam points his gun at Dean. Dean holds up his hands. "Whoa, whoa!"

"I was with you, Dean!" Sam yells.

"Okay. Well, here I am." Dean says.

"No. No, I don't, I..." Sam looks at Hallucifer, then back at Dean. "I can't know that for sure. You understand me?"

"Okay, now we're gonna have to start small." Dean says.

"I don't remember driving here." Says Sam.

"Well that's because I drove. You thought." Hallucifer turns to Dean. "Sam is very suggestible." Sam shoots at what he thinks is Hallucifer.

"Whoa, whoa! Sam! This discussion does not require a weapons discharge!" Dean yells and Sam is breathing heavily. He lowers his weapon. "Look at me. Come on. You don't know what's real? Look man, I've been to Hell. Okay, I know a thing or two about torture. Enough to know that it feels different. Than the pain of this – this regular, stupid, crappy this."

"No, no. How can you know that for sure?" Sam asks.

"Let me see your hand." Dean reaches out his hand. Sam lifts his right hand. "No, no. The—the gimp hand! Let me see it."

"Smell you, Florence Nightingale." Says Hallucifer and Sam looks around at him.

Dean grabs Sam's bandaged left hand. "Hey." He shakes Sam's hand. "This is real. Not a year ago, not in Hell, now. I was with you when you cut it, I sewed it up! Look!" Dean squeezes Sam's bandaged left hand and grabs the barrel of the gun Sam is holding with his other hand.

Hallucifer appears next to Dean and flickers. "We've done a lot more with pain." He says. Sam takes an indrawn breath and winces.

"This is different. Right? Then the crap that's tearing at your walnut? I'm different. Right?" Dean asks.

Sam takes his hands away. Dean keeps Sam's gun. "Yeah, I think so." Sam says.

"You sure about that, bunk buddy?" Hallucifer asks. Sam is looking at him, next to Dean.

"Sam? Sam." Elena calls out. Sam pushes his right thumb against his wound, which bleeds through the bandage.

Hallucifer flickers again. "Doesn't mean anything." He says.

"Hey. I am your flesh-and-blood brother, okay? I'm the only one who can legitimately kick your ass in real time. You got away. We got you out, Sammy." Dean says.

"Sammy. Sammy." Hallucifer says. Sam continues to push his thumb hard against his wound. "Sammy, I'm the only one who can..." He flickers and disappears.

"Believe in that! Believe me, okay? You gotta believe me. You gotta make it stone number one and build on it. You understand?" Dean asks.

Sam nods. "Yeah. Yeah, okay." He nods again. His phone rings. "Bobby, hey."

"The Sheriff was right. The hospital thing's definitely our kind of thing." Bobby says. "I double-barreled one of them in the morgue. Silver buckshot—no effect. Bled black ooze." The scene alternates between Sam in the warehouse and Bobby driving.

"Leviathan here?" Sam asks.

"I'm falling back. I'll meet you at the house. We can regroup." Bobby says.

Sam hangs up. "Bobby's got a live one." He says.

"Okay, well let's go." Dean says and Sam nods. Dean exits and Sam and Elena follow him.

IMPALA
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"Look, when we get back to Bobby's—" Dean says.

"It's okay, Dean, I'm good. No white rabbits." Sam laughs briefly. "I'm not seeing anything."

"Okay. Baby steps." Dean gives Sam a small smile and Sam gives him one in return. "Oh no. There has been a fire at Bobby's house."

BOBBY'S HOUSE
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Sam, Elena and Dean get out of the car and stand looking at the house. "Oh no." Elena says.

Dean walks out of the remains of the house. Sam jogs up to him. "Any sign of him?" Sam asks. Dean holds up a blackened journal and tosses it behind him. They walk through a workshop.

"That place was torched. Somebody knew what they were doing." Dean says.

"You think Bobby was back there?" Asks Sam.

"I don't know." Dean holds up a hand to indicate that Sam search for Bobby to their right.

"Bobby!" Sam yells and Dean takes out his phone and makes a call.

"This is Bobby Singer's direct hotline. You should not have this number."

"You cannot be in that crater back there. I can't... If you're gone, I swear, I am going to strap my Beautiful Mind brother into the car and I'm gonna drive us off the pier." Dean says. "You asked me how I was doing? Well, not good! Now you said you'd be here. Where are you?" He hangs up.

"Bobby!" Elena yells.

"Bobby!" Dean calls out.

Sam is walking through junkyard cars. "Bobby? Bobby!" He turns a corner and sees Edgar.

"Winchester. Congratulations. Apparently you three are competent enough to warrant annihilating. I'd take it as a compliment." Edgar says. Dean shoots him in the side of the head with a shotgun. Edgar straightens up, looks at the black ooze on his hand, and his face transforms: his mouth enlarges, his teeth become long and jagged, and a long, two-pronged tongue unfurls.

With his face returned to normal, Edgar knocks away Dean's gun, then grabs Dean and throws him against a car. The camera focuses on Dean's right leg, which is apparently injured. Sam runs up and punches Edgar in the face. "Dean, now!" Sam yells.

Dean is on the ground, but operates the controls for a hoist that's holding a car suspended in the air. Edgar smashes Sam in the head with a metal bar, seconds before the car drops onto him. Sam falls backwards onto the ground. Black ooze spreads from under the car around Edgar's hand, which is the only part of him visible.

Dean pulls himself over to Sam. "Sam." He grabs hold of Sam's shirt and shakes it a little. "Sammy? Hey, come on now. Come on, I'm the one with the broken leg, you got to carry me. Sam!" Dean holds his hand flat against Sam's chest. Sam is unconscious. Dean takes out his phone and makes a call.

STREET
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An ambulance drives down the street, lights flashing and sirens blaring. Sam and Dean are on stretchers inside and Elena rides in the car. A paramedic is examining Sam. "Sam, stay with me, you hear?" Dean says.

The Paramedic speaks into the communicator. "Male, late twenties, head trauma. Signs of increasing intracranial pressure." He says, Sam opens his eyes and sees Hallucifer.

"Hey, so maybe I'm not real. Nobody's perfect. And I'm not going anywhere, Sam." Hallucifer says as Sam's eyes close, his head thrashes and his mouth opens.

"Sam?" Elena asks.

"Sammy?" Dean says.

"Yeah, he's seizing. Copy that. We're just pulling into Sioux Falls."

"Sioux Falls? Sioux Falls General?" Dean asks.

"No, no, no. No, you gotta take us somewhere else, anywhere. Please." Elena says.

"Yeah, okay, lady." The Paramedic says. Dean knocks his head against the pillow in distress.

BOBBY'S SALVAGE YARD
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The black ooze retreats back under the car and Edgar's hand moves.