Supernatural (TV Series)

Abandon All Hope (2009)

Jared Padalecki: Sam Winchester

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• [Ellen is staying behind with Jo] 

  Jo Harvelle : Mom, no.

  Ellen Harvelle : Somebody's gotta let 'em in. Like you said, you're not movin'. You got me, Jo. And you're right. This is important. But I will not leave you here alone.

  Sam Winchester : Dean...

  Ellen Harvelle : Get goin' now boys.

  Dean Winchester : Ellen...

  Ellen Harvelle : I said go. And Dean? Kick it in the ass. Don't miss.

  [they go; Ellen takes the chain off the door, breaks the salt line, preps the bomb] 

  Ellen Harvelle : [to Jo]  I will always love you, baby. Honey?

  [Jo is dead; Ellen sobs] 

  Ellen Harvelle : It's okay, it's okay. That's my good girl.

  [the hellhounds approach, Ellen feels the breath of one on her face] 

  Ellen Harvelle : You can go straight back to hell you ugly bitch!

  [she presses the button, the building explodes] 

• Sam Winchester : It's Crowley, right?

  Crowley : So, the Hardy Boys finally found me. Took you long enough.

  [he approaches, looks down at the rug, turns it up to find the Devil's Trap painted underneath] 

  Crowley : Do you have any idea how much this rug cost?

  [demons come up from behind and restrain the brothers; Crowley holds up the Colt] 

  Crowley : This is it, right? This is what it's all about.

  [raises the gun, shoots the two demons holding them; the brothers look at each other in confusion] 

  Crowley : We need to talk. Privately.

  Dean Winchester : What the hell is this?

  Crowley : Do you know how deep I could have buried this thing? There's no reason you or anyone should know this even exists at all. Except that I told you.

  Sam Winchester : *You* told us?

  Crowley : Rumors. Innuendo. Sent out on the grapevine.

  Sam Winchester : Why? Why tell us anything?

  Crowley : [pointing the Colt at Dean]  I want you, to take this thing to Lucifer, and empty it into his face.

  Dean Winchester : Uh-huh. Okay, and why, exactly would *you* want the Devil dead?

  Crowley : [putting the Colt down]  It's called survival. But I forgot, you two at best are functional morons.

  Dean Winchester : Yeah, you're functioning morons... more.

• Crowley : Lucifer isn't a demon. Remember? He's an angel, an angel famous for his hatred of humankind. To him you're just filthy bags of pus. That's the way he feels about *you*. What can he think about us?

  Sam Winchester : But he *created* you.

  Crowley : To him we're just servants. Cannon fodder. If Lucifer manages to exterminate humankind, we're next. So. Help me. Huh? Let's all go back to simpler, better times, back to when we could all follow our natures! I'm in *sales*, damn it. So what do you say? What if I give you this thing, and you go kill the Devil?

  [he holds out the Colt, Sam hesitantly takes it] 

  Sam Winchester : Okay.

  Crowley : [grinning]  Great.

  Sam Winchester : You wouldn't happen to know where the Devil *is*, perchance, would you?

  Crowley : Thursday... Birdies tell me he has an appointment in Carthage, Missouri.

  Sam Winchester : Great. Thanks.

  [he puts the Colt to Crowley's head, pulls the trigger, nothing happens] 

  Crowley : Oh yeah, right, you probably need some more ammunition.

• Lucifer : Don't feel too bad, Sam. There's only five things in all of creation that that gun can't kill and, I just happen to be one of them. But if you gimme a minute? I'm almost done.

  [goes back to digging, Sam checks on Dean] 

  Lucifer : You know, I don't suppose you'd just say yes right here and now, end this whole tiresome discussion? That's crazy, right?

  Sam Winchester : [fiercely]  It's NEVER gonna happen!

  Lucifer : Oh I don't know Sam. I think it will. I think it'll happen soon. Within six months. And I think it'll happen... in Detroit.

  Sam Winchester : You listen to me, you sonofabitch. I'm gonna kill you myself! You understand me? I'm going to rip your *heart* out!

  Lucifer : That's good, Sam. You keep fanning that fire in your belly. All that pent-up rage? I'm gonna need it.

  Sam Winchester : [looking at the men standing around]  What did you do? What did you do to this town?

  Lucifer : Oh, I was very generous with this town. One demon for every able-bodied man.

  Sam Winchester : And the rest of them?

  Lucifer : [gesturing at the pit he's been filling in]  In there. I know it's awful but, these Horsemen are so demanding. So it was women and children first. I know what you must think of me Sam. But I have to do this. I have to. You of all people should understand.

  Sam Winchester : What's that supposed to mean?

  Lucifer : I was a son. A brother, like you, a younger brother, and I had an older brother who I loved. Idolized, in fact. And one day I went to him, and I begged him to stand with me. And Michael... Michael turned on me. Called me a freak, a monster. And then he beat me down, all because I was different. Because I had a mind of my own. Tell me something Sam, any of this sound familiar? Anyway, you'll have to excuse me, midnight is calling, and I have a ritual to finish. Don't go anywhere. Not that you could if you would.

  [turns away, chants, then turns to the sacrifices as Dean wakes up] 

  Lucifer : Now repeat after me. "We offer up our lives, blood, souls..."

  Possessed townsfolk : We offer up our lives, blood, souls...

  Lucifer : "... to complete this tribute."

  Possessed townsfolk : To complete this tribute.

  [one by one their heads light up and they fall, Sam and Dean stare in horror] 

  Lucifer : What? They're just demons.

• Dean Winchester : You know, trap or no trap, if we got a snowball's chance we gotta take it, right?

  Sam Winchester : Yeah, I suppose.

  Dean Winchester : 'Sides, I'm not sure it is a trap. Check it out, I mean Carthage is lit up like a Christmas tree with revelation omens. And, look at this. There's been six missing persons reported in town since Sunday. I think the Devil's there.

  Sam Winchester : Okay.

  Dean Winchester : But if we think about it, you can't come with.

  Sam Winchester : Dean.

  Dean Winchester : Look, I go against Satan and screw the pooch. Okay, we've lost a game piece, that we can take. But if you're there, then we are handing the Devil's vessel right over to him. That's not smart.

  Sam Winchester : Since when have we ever done anything smart?

  Dean Winchester : I'm serious, Sam.

  Sam Winchester : So am I! Now have we learned a damn thing? If we're gonna do this, we're gonna do it *together*.

  Dean Winchester : Okay. But it's a stupid freakin' idea.

• Sam Winchester : Last words?

  Dean Winchester : I think I'm good.

  Sam Winchester : Yeah, me too.

  Dean Winchester : Here goes nothin'.

  Sam Winchester : [to Lucifer, cocking his rifle]  Hey! You wanted to see me?

  Lucifer : Oh Sam, you don't need that gun here. You know I'd never hurt you. Not really.

  Dean Winchester : [putting the Colt to Lucifer's head]  Yeah? Well I'd hurt you. So suck it!

  [he fires, Lucifer falls, pause] 

  Lucifer : [gasping]  *Oowww*.

  [rising] 

  Lucifer : Where did you get that?

  [sends Dean flying into a tree, turns back to Sam, the wound in his head vanishing] 

  Lucifer : Now. Where were we?

• Bobby Singer : Everybody, get in here. It's time for the line-up. Usual suspects, in the corner.

  Ellen Harvelle : Oh come on, Bobby, nobody wants their picture taken.

  Sam Winchester : Hear hear.

  Bobby Singer : Shut up, you're drinkin' my beer. Anyway, I'm gonna need somethin' to remember your sorry asses by.

  Ellen Harvelle : Ha, always good to have an optimist around.

  Castiel : Bobby's right.

  [Dean looks at him] 

  Castiel : Tomorrow we hunt the Devil. This is our last night on Earth.

  [the picture snaps] 

• Dean Winchester : So now we know where the Devil's gonna be, we know when, and we have the Colt.

  Sam Winchester : Yeah. We just have to get past, eight or so Hellhounds and get to the farm by midnight.

  Dean Winchester : And that's after we get Jo and Ellen the hell outta town.

  Sam Winchester : Won't be easy.

  Dean Winchester : Stretcher?

  Sam Winchester : I'll see what we got.

  Jo Harvelle : Stop. Guys, stop. Can we uh, be realistic about this please? I can't move my legs. I can't be moved. My guts are bein' held in by an Ace bandage. We gotta... we gotta get our priorities straight here. Number one, I'm not going anywhere.

  Ellen Harvelle : Joanna Beth, you stop talkin' like that.

  Jo Harvelle : Mom. I can't fight. I can't walk. But I could do something. We've got propane, wiring, rock salt, iron nails, everything we need.

  Sam Winchester : Everything we need?

  Jo Harvelle : To build a bomb, Sam.

  Dean Winchester : No. Jo, no.

  Jo Harvelle : You got another plan? You got *any* other plan? Those are Hellhounds out there Dean. They've got all of our scents. Those bitches will *never* stop coming after you. We let the dogs in, make a break for the building next over, and I can wait here with my finger on the button. Rip those mutts a new one. Or at least get you a few minutes head start anyway.

  Ellen Harvelle : No, I, I won't let you!

  Jo Harvelle : This is why we're here, right? If I could get us a shot on the Devil... Dean we have to take it.

  Ellen Harvelle : No! That's not...

  Jo Harvelle : Mom. This might literally be your last chance to treat me like an adult? You might want to take it?

  Ellen Harvelle : [crying]  Well you heard her. Get to work.

• Sam Winchester : It's got to be a trap, right?

  Dean Winchester : [Chuckles]  Sam Winchester having trust issues with a demon. Well, better late than never.