( SOUL SURVIVOR )

HOSPITAL
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        "Hunc sanguinem sacro, et donantibus sanguinem, debita demitto. Dolorem remitteat et voluntati de serviat." A Priest puts the crucifix to his lips, then nods to Sam, wearing a white coat, who nods back. The priest walks out of the room. "Doctor."

       "Father." Sam walks over and picks up a cooler, then fills it with donated blood.

BUNKER DUNGEON
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       He drives away from the hospital in the Impala, and arrives back at the bunker. He goes down to the dungeon, where Dean is strapped to a chair in the middle of the Devil's Trap on the floor.

      "Really?" Dean asks.

       "For whatever it's worth, I got your blood type." Sam says.

       "Sam, I know you think you're gonna try and fix me, but ... did it ever occur to you that maybe I don't want to be fixed?" Dean asks. "Just let me go live my life. I won't bother you. What do you care?"

      "What do I care?" Sam gets the holy water, splashes it on the floor as he begins chanting in Latin.

       "You think I'm just gonna sit here like Crowley?" Dean asks. "Getting all weepy while you shoot me up? Well, screw that. I don't want this!"

      "Yeah, I pretty much figured that out." Says Sam.

       "You don't even know if this is gonna work, do you? You know, I got a hell of a lot more running through me than just demon juice."

      "Mark of Cain, got it." Sam says.

      "That's right." Dean says.

       Sam has a syringe of blood in his hand as he walks closer to Dean. "Buckle up." He says.

       "Sammy...You know I hate shots." Dean says.

      "I hate demons."

       Dean's eyes go black a second before Sam hits him with holy water. Dean yells as his skin sizzles, and Sam plunges the needle into his arm. Dean groans as Sam empties the syringe into his arm.

       "Look, we got a whole bunch more of these to go." Sam says. "You could make it a lot easier on yourself." Dean's eyes widen as he grunts and groans, the blood already taking some effect.

SUPERNATURAL

ROAD
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        In a car, Hannah watches Castiel, who is driving. They smile at each other. Cas is pale, doesn't look as up to par as he normally does. "How are you holding up?" Hannah asks.

       "Fine." Castiel says.

       "You say you're fine, but you don't ... look fine." She says.

       "It's what the humans do. They say they're fine." Cas says. "And even if I—I don't look it, you say I look well, and that way, we avoid talking about something we can do nothing about."

        "I'm sorry. I just can't see how Sam Winchester could ask you to drive all this way to help with his brother, knowing your condition." Hannah says as Castiel glances at Hannah, then turns back to the road. "He doesn't know ... about how badly your borrowed grace is fading, does he?"

        "He knows some. And he didn't have to ask. Sam is alone in this. He's attempting to change Dean from demon to human with a cure of sanctified blood, but ..." Cas starts. "There's no guarantee that will work. If it doesn't, then Dean is gone and the demon must be dealt with."

       "I just ... I worry about you."

BUNKER MAIN ROOM
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        Back in the bunker, Sam watches an unconscious Elena closely. She is still passed out and tied to a chair. Sam pulls out Crowley's contract and burns it with a lighter. Suddenly, Elena comes to. When she opens her eyes and sees Sam, she squirms in her seat.

      "Hey, hey, hey." Sam says repeatedly.

       Elena looks up. "Who are you and what am I doing here?" She asks.

       "So Caroline was right." Sam says.

       "Caroline?" Elena furrows her brows. "I haven't seen her since college. And then everything's fuzzy."

       Sam crouches in front of Elena. "Elena, I'm not gonna hurt you." He says.

       "Yeah, I've heard that before." Elena says and rolls her eyes.

      "Look, I know you don't believe me, but maybe this will help." Sam stands up to grab something behind him. It was an old cardboard box. "You packed these things before you took your memories away. It's yours."

       Elena stands up and grabs the big box. After she takes it, Sam walks away and back to the dungeon. "Either he's right, or he's nuts." Elena says as she opens the box.

       There were more than a dozen things in the box. An old shirt, some cd's and records, and a couple of photos. But something else caught her eye.

      A silver shining necklace was left open with a picture of her parents inside. Elena picks it up and holds it in the light with a tear in her eyes. She put the necklace on and noticed an engraving on the back.

      "From Dean"

       Elena looked up and continued to look through the box. She found a picture strip of her and Dean in a photo booth making faces. Elena sighs.

       Meanwhile, Sam slides another needle into Dean's arm as Dean groans in pain. "For all you know, you could be killing me." Dean says.

      "Or ... You're just messing with me." Sam says. "Either way, the lore doesn't say anything about exceptions to the cure."

       Dean chuckles. "'The lore'. Hunters. Men of Letters. What a load of crap it all is!" He yells. "Oh, you got nothing?"

       "You want me to debate you?" Sam asks. "This isn't even the real you I'm talking to."

      "Oh, it's the real me, all right. The new real me—the me that sees things for what they really are. Winchesters." Dean says. "Do-gooders. Fighting the natural order. Let me tell you something—guys like me, we are the natural order. It's the way it was set up."

       "Guys like me still got to do what we can."

      "Don't be so full of yourself, Sammy. 'Cause, see, from where I'm sitting ... There ain't much difference from what I turned into to what you already are." He says.

       "And what exactly is that supposed to mean?" Sam asks.

       "I know what you did when you went looking for me. I know how far you went." Dean says. "Crowley told me all about it. So let me ask you ... which one of us is really a monster? Hmm? Starting to come back to you now?" Sam lets out a breath as he thinks back.

FLASHBACK

BAR
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        Lester is drunk at the bar. "What am I supposed to do now? It's like my life is over. Thank you." He says. "Bitch. I should've seen it coming. Why doesn't anything ever work out for me? Huh?"

       "Hey there." Sam says.

       "Hi." Lester says.

       "Sounds like things have been a little rough on you lately, huh?" Sam asks.

      "Rough? My wife kicked me to the curb."

      "Oh." Says Sam.

       "We haven't had sex for four months. Four. Well, not that—not that she hasn't been having plenty... with a guy in her bowling league." Lester says. "Guy with tattoos. Did him right there on the kitchen table while I was at work."

      "Man, that's uh ... That's cold."

      "Now all I think of is revenge. Payback. But that's not gonna happen." Lester says.

      "I wouldn't be so sure about that. It is possible that you can have your revenge." Sam says. "I mean, hell, it's possible you can have pretty much anything you want."

END FLASHBACK

BUNKER DUNGEON
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       "You were trying to get a twenty on Crowley and me from any demon you could snag." Dean says. "But Crowley didn't want to be found, and no one showed when you summoned. But you found a way, didn't you, Sam?"

FLASHBACK

WOODS
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        Sam buries a box, covering it with dirt, glancing around the crossroads. He motions to Lester. "All right. Stand right here. When I say so, read the words off the paper." He says.

       "A—are you sure about this?"

       "Yeah, trust me." Sam walks behind some bushes, crouching down. "All right. Go ahead."

       "Okay, um ... Demon esto subiectus voluntari—" Lester starts.

      "Tati! Voluntati."

       "Oh. Voluntati." Lester says.

       "Who summons me, and for what purpose?" A Crossroads Demon says. Sam stands up as Lester walks towards the demon.

       "Kill my wife..." Lester starts.

       "Lester!"

      "And my soul is yours." He says.

      "Don't!" Sam yells.

      "Done."

      "No!" Sam yells. The demon kisses Lester, sealing the deal.

END FLASHBACK

BUNKER DUNGEON
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       "You would have liked to have gotten there before the deal went down, but you didn't really care about poor ol' Lester, did you?" Dean asks.

FLASHBACK

WOODS
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        Sam has the crossroads demon strung up from a tree. She's breathing hard, like she's in pain. "Why don't we try that again?" He asks.

       "Nobody knows where Crowley and your brother are. They're off the radar!" She yells. Sam pulls out a knife, then cuts into the demon's chest. She screams in pain. "Kill me if you want to! That's all I know. I got nothing for you. And you made that poor son of a bitch sell his soul."

END FLASHBACK

BUNKER DUNGEON
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       "Oh, and so you know, I killed Lester myself." Dean says. "And that wife of his married the tattooed guy."

       Sam slams his hand down on the table. "I never meant—" He starts.

       "Who cares what you meant?! That line that we thought was so clear between us and the things that we hunted, ain't so clear is it?" Dean asks. "Wow. You might actually be worse than me! I mean, you took a guy at his lowest, used him, and it cost him his life and his soul. Nice work."

       Sam plunges the next needle into Dean's neck, and he screams in pain. Sam tosses the syringe onto the table, leaning over it, pain and regret on his face.

       "Let me ask you this, Sammy. If this doesn't work, we both know what you got to do to me, right? You got the stomach for that, Sam?!"