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( THE GREAT ESCAPE )
SAM'S CELL
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Sam is looking pensively out the window when someone knocks on the door. Dr. Fuller enters with an orderly, and Sam stands, facing him. "You asked to see me?" Fuller asks.
"Yeah. Thanks. I, um...I just wanted to apologize. I feel horrible about what I did to you. I thought you were a monster." Sam says.
"I know that. The question is, why?"
"I was...It doesn't matter, um...because after what happened last night, I had a...moment of clarity. I realized...there's no such thing as monsters." Says Sam.
"Well, I'm glad to hear you say that, but, honestly? Monsters are the least of your problems. People can learn to live with delusions, but the anger I saw in you..." Fuller says. "You hurt those two men, and you were going to kill me. The look in your eyes when you came after me, I...It was like you were barely even human...like a man possessed."
Sam looks very ashamed and guilt-ridden. "I know. Please...just...could you give me a second chance?" He asks.
"Well, this isn't a prison. You'll be allowed to go to the day room, under supervision."
"Thank you." Sam says.
Dr. Fuller steps closer. "But if there is one more outburst...I will transfer you to a facility that is equipped to handle violent patients. And, believe me, they will be far, far less forgiving." He says.
PATIENT LOUNGE
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Sam enters with an orderly following him to keep an eye on him. Sam finds Dean at a checkers table, sitting and staring at the wall. "Dean? Hey." Sam says. Dean stands, frowning at Sam. "Oh. What's wrong?"
Dean faces Sam. "It's not the demon blood, Sam. It never was." He says.
"What?" Sam asks.
"The problem was you. It was always you. The lies...your arrogance...the black spot on your soul." Dean says. Sam is very confused and anguished. Other patients surround him.
Elena appears and faces him. "Now we're all gonna die because of you. It's all your fault." She says. Sam turns to a male patient who is talking to him.
"You killed all of us. Pathetic freak." The Male Patient shoves Sam into the other patients.
"You evil son of a bitch!" Elena yells. The patients shove him as they speak. "Loser."
"Grow up and die!"
"Freak!"
Unable to take it anymore, Sam begins hitting the other patients. But there are no patients there at all, and Sam is just swinging at the air in the middle of the lounge. Two orderlies come up to him and try to calm him. One orderly grabs him.
"Leave me alone!" Sam punches the first orderly, but they both grab him by the arms. Dean is sitting at a table by the window, watching the whole thing with his hands clasped in front of him. "Leave me alone! Leave me alone!" Sam is yelling at the patients only he can see. "No! Stop it! Leave me alone! Leave me alone! I didn't do it! Get off of me!" Dean watches the orderlies drag Sam down the hall. "Leave me alone! Get off! No! Leave me alone!" The orderlies drag Sam out of the hall.
"What's happening? What's happening?" Dean asks.
MARTIN'S CELL
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Martin is apparently sleeping fitfully in his bed. He hears the door open, and he sits up, brandishing the silver blade. It is Dean, who is standing next to the bed, holding his hands out and looking scared. "Martin, Martin, it's me. It's Dean." He says.
"Oh, sorry." Martin lowers the blade. Dean puts a hand to his forehead. "You-You look like hell, boy."
Dean nods. "I-I feel like it, too." He says.
"Where's Sam?" Martin asks.
"Lockdown! He went crazy! Thank God."
"What?"
"I'm going crazy, too. I'm seeing things. I'm hearing things. I mean, we both are. Crazy is the clue." Says Dean.
"What do you mean?" Martin asks. Dean begins to explain, but he stops and stares at the other side of the room. After a moment, Martin snaps his fingers in Dean's face. "Dean!"
Dean jolts a little and looks back at Martin. "Crazy is the clue." He repeats.
"You said that. What?" Asks Martin.
"I mean, the things that me and Sam have done, the stuff that we've seen, we're gonna end up going guano eventually. Probably end up like a couple of drooling nut bags." Dean realizes what he's said. "No offense."
"None taken."
"But me and him, freaking out on the Same day? I mean, it's gotta be..." Dean starts.
"The monster..." Martin finishes.
Dean freaks, looking around for it. "What? Where? Where?" He ducks down at the side of the bed.
"No-It's not-No, there's nothing there."
Dean crouches next to Martin's bed. "Okay. What if this thing doesn't just feed on the insane? What if it makes people insane?" He asks and begs for clarification from Martin. "Is it possible? Does that seem real?"
"Well, I'm not the most reliable source on what is real, but it sounds-It makes sense." Martin says.
"Okay. Okay. So-so we got infected. You know, something shot us up with crazy. You know, something..." Dean begins to realize something. "Maybe...maybe it's the ghost of my dad..."
"No. Focus on the wraith, Dean. Focus."
Dean realizes Martin is right. "Right, the wraith, the wraith." He stands. "Okay. So, the wraith, the wraith, it-it poisoned us. It-Yeah. Maybe with venom, you know? By-by touch...or-or venom, or saliva." He freezes, realizing. "Wendy."
"Wendy?" Martin asks.
"Wendy. Wendy slobbered all over me and Sam! That's how we got infected!"
HALLWAY
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Martin and Dean walk around the corner, heading for Wendy's room. Dean is walking awkwardly. Martin notices and looks down at Dean's feet. He is walking in weird spots on the tiled floor. "Dean?" Martin stops and Dean stops also, noticing his weird look.
"I can't step on the cracks." Dean says. A woman screams, and they hurry off.
WENDY'S ROOM
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Dean kicks in the door to find Wendy on her bed, her wrists slit. Sitting on the bed over her is the Happy Nurse. Dean looks over in a mirror to see that Happy Nurse looks like the wraith. He looks back at the bed. "Is this real?" Asks Dean.
The Wraith withdraws her hand from Wendy's head. There is a skewer sticking out of her wrist, which enters her head. The Wraith brings it up and licks it off before it goes back into her wrist. "Oh, it is, Sugar. It's very real." She says.
The Wraith throws Dean against the wall. Martin attacks The Wraith with his blade, but she throws him into the hall. She pins Dean to the wall by the throat and punches him a bunch of times. Martin, meanwhile, grabs his blade and attacks The Happy Nurse. She releases Dean and puts a hand up to shield herself. Martin cuts her hand, and she yells. Dean slides to the floor.
The Wraith's cut is burning and crackling, and she shuts the door, locking them in with Wendy. Martin sees that Dean is disoriented, and he gets up to check on Wendy. After a moment, she blinks. "She's still alive." Martin says.
HALLWAY
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The Wraith is heading down the hall, cradling her hand, and spots two orderlies. "There's two patients in Wendy's room. They attacked me." She says. The two orderlies rush off, and she watches them go and smiles. Her hand drips blood as she heads down the hall.
WENDY'S ROOM
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Dean is trying to get his bearings against the wall. "Dean? Can you hear me? Dean!" Martin yells. Dean looks up and has a fragmented vision of Martin standing over Wendy's bed, talking to him. "You've gotta get out there and kill that thing. I'll take care of her." His voice echoes in Dean's ears.
Dean shakes his head. "I can't." He says.
"You have to. You have no choice, son." Martin says as two orderlies walk in and grab him, who fights back. The orderlies are distracted by Martin. "Go. Dean, run! Run!" Dean struggles to his feet and runs out the door. Dean falls against the wall, looking around. The hallway seems to spin in front of him. He looks up at the lights, which are very bright and spin also.
"Dean!" A voice yells and he sees a distorted Elena kneeling in front of him. "Dean!" He looks down at the floor to see blood droplets leading down the hallway. Dean pushes off from the wall and begins to follow the blood trail, falling to his knees against the wall.
PADDED ROOM
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Sam is lying on a bed in a padded room. His ankles are strapped down, along with his wrists. The door opens, and the Wraith walks in. "Hey! Let me go!" Sam yells.
"No. You are far too angry to be out there in the real world." She says.
Sam and the Wraith look up at a mirror to see that she looks like the creature Martin talked about. "You." Sam says.
"Of course, it's me." The Wraith looks back at Sam. "I gotta say, you hunters don't exactly live up to your rep." She circles the bed. "I mean, Martin's a wreck. He's harmless." Sam begins to fight the restraints. "And you and your brother come in here, talking tough about killing monsters...kind of made you easy to spot. Then all it took was a touch..."
FLASHBACK
The Wraith is holding Sam's arm while checking his blood pressure the first day he got there.
END FLASHBACK
Sam realizes what happened. "And you were mine. Oh, I love it in here." She kneels down at the head of the bed. "This place is my own personal five-star restaurant." The Wraith trails a finger across Sam's forehead, and Sam jerks his head away from her. It sticks her finger in her mouth and licks it, moaning. "Crazy brains." She trails another finger across his forehead. "They get soaked in dopamine and adrenaline and all sorts of hormones and chemicals that make them...delicious." She licks her finger off. "And the crazier they are, the better they taste."
"You did this to me!" Yells Sam.
"Well, I helped. But that rage? No, no, no. That's all you." The Wraith stands, walks to the side of the bed. "I don't make crazy. I just crank up what's already there." Sam yells as the Wraith sits beside him. "You build your own hell, but I give you the Legos. And when you're ripe..." The Wraith's skewer popped out of her arm next to Sam's head. "I make all of your problems disappear." She turns Sam's head to the side, sticking the skewer closer to his head. The door flies open, and Dean stumbles through.
"You get away from him." Dean says. He and Elena are in the doorway.
The Wraith stands to face Dean. "Do you really think this is gonna end well for you, kiddo?" She asks.
"No." Dean takes out a silver blade, as does Elena. "But I'm crazy," He begins smiling crazily. "so, what the hell?" The Wraith Chuckles and raises her hand. Her skewer goes back into her arm.
Elena swings the blade at her, but she ducks and throws her into the wall. Dean goes after her, and she grabs his arm, throwing him into the wall. Dean drops his blade. Sam watches helpless from the bed.
The throws Dean into the other wall, pinning him by the throat. Dean grabs her hand as she raises her other one. The skewer jumps out, and she aims it at Dean's forehead. Dean grabs the other arm, trying to hold it away from his head. The skewer comes out a little more, getting closer to his head. Dean grunts as he tries to push it away. Dean grabs the skewer with his other hand and breaks it off.
The Wraith screams as she backs into the other wall, holding her skewer hand, which is now spurting blood. Dean holds the skewer for a moment, dropping it in revulsion. He runs over to the blade and grabs it. The Wraith turns towards him, yelling in rage.
Dean stabs the blade into her heart. The silver burns her as she hits the wall and slides to the floor. Sam and Dean stare at her. Dean's vision loses its fragmented pieces and becomes normal again.
Sam watches Dean warily. "You still crazy?" He asks
Dean turns to Sam. "Not any more than usual." He heads over to Sam's bed, leaning over it. He takes off one of Sam's wrist restraints.
"We gotta get out of here." Elena says.
"Yeah." Sam says. The alarm bell rings, and they all look up at the doorway, staring.
HOSPITAL
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Sam, Elena and Dean burst out of the side door, the alarm bell still ringing, and they run towards the parking lot and the woods. Later, Sam, Elena and Dean approach the Impala. "Well, looks like Tom Cruise was right. Shrinks suck." Dean reaches the driver's door, but Sam is still standing at the trunk, sighing. "What are you doing? Sam? You okay?"
"No. No. The wraith-" Sam starts.
"What about her?" Elena asks.
"She was right." Sam says.
"No, she wasn't. She's dead, okay? Let's hit the road. I need a drink, or twelve." Says Dean.
"Most of the time, I can hide it, but...I am angry. I'm mad at everything. I used to be mad at you and Dad, then Lilith, now it's Lucifer, and I make excuses. I blame Ruby or the demon blood, but it's not their fault. It's not them. It's me. It's inside me. I'm mad...all the time...and I don't know why." Sam is very anguished and exasperated.
Dean steps closer. "Stop. Stop it. So what if you are? What are you gonna do? You gonna take a leave of absence? You gonna say yes to Lucifer? What?" He asks.
"No, of course not. I-" Sam starts.
"Exactly. And that's exactly what you're gonna do. You're gonna take all that crap and you're gonna bury it. You're gonna forget about it, because that's how we keep going! That's how we don't end up like Martin! Are you with me?" Dean asks and Sam is silent. Elena looks at Sam for an answer. "Come on, man. Are you with me?"
"I'm with you." Dean says.
"Good. Let's get the hell out of here." Dean gets into the Impala. Sam hesitates a moment and gets in the passenger seat. Dean drives away into the night.
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