Supernatural

- So this is Ruby, huh? - She's a demon, Sam.

Her name is Lilith. She doesn't like you very much.

- How long did they give you? - One year.

Did you know about Dean's deal?

- That Lilith holds the contract? - Yes.

You got two months. You're not gonna go to hell.

It's not Ruby. It's Lilith.

- Where's Ruby? - I sent her far, far away.

Sic him, boy.

No!

Somebody help me.

Sam!

Help.

Help.

Help.

Hello?

September.

We're sorry...

...you have reached a number that has been disconnected.

Yeah?

- Bobby? - Yeah?

- It's me. - Who's me?

Dean.

- Who is this? - Bobby, listen to me.

This ain't funny. Call again and I'll kill you.

Come on, come on, come on.

Surprise.

I... I don't...

Yeah, me neither.

But here I am.

Bobby.

- Bobby, it's me. - My ass.

Wait. Your name is Robert Stephen Singer.

You became a hunter after your wife got possessed.

You're about the closest thing I have to a father.

Bobby, it's me.

- I am not a Shapeshifter. - Then you're a revenant.

All right, if I was either, could I do this with a silver knife?

Dean?

That's what I've been trying to tell you.

- It's good to see you, boy. - Yeah, you too.

But how did you bust out?

I don't know.

I just...

I just woke up in a pine b...

- I'm not a demon either, you know. - Sorry.

Can't be too careful.

That don't make a lick of sense.

Yeah. Yeah, you're preaching to the choir.

Dean, your chest was ribbons. Your insides were slop.

And you've been buried four months.

If you could slip out of hell and back in your meat...

I know, I should look like a "Thriller" video reject.

- What do you remember? - Not much.

I remember I was a Hellhound's chew toy.

And then lights out.

Then I come to 6 feet under. That was it.

Sam's number's not working. He's not...?

Oh, he's alive, as far as I know.

Good.

- What do you mean, as far as you know? - I haven't talked to him for months.

- You just let him go off by himself? - He was dead set on it.

- You should have been looking after him. - I tried.

These last months haven't been easy, you know.

For him or me. We had to bury you.

Why did you bury me, anyway?

I wanted you salted and burned. Usual drill, but Sam wouldn't have it.

- I'm glad he won that one. - He said you'd need a body...

...when he got you back home somehow.

- That's about all he said. - What do you mean?

He was quiet. Real quiet.

Then he just took off. Wouldn't return my calls.

I tried to find him, but he don't wanna be found.

Damn it, Sammy.

- What? - Oh, he got me home okay.

But whatever he did, it is bad mojo.

- What makes you sure? - You should've seen the grave.

It was like a nuke went off. Then there was this...

This force, this presence, I don't know.

But it blew past me at a fill-up joint.

And then this.

- What in the hell? - It was like a demon just yanked me out.

Or rode me out.

- But why? - To hold up their end of the bargain.

You think Sam made a deal?

That's what I would have done.

Yeah, hi, I have a cell phone account with you guys and I lost my phone.

I was wondering if you could turn the GPS on for me.

- Yeah, the name's Wedge Antilles. - The last four digits of your social?

- Social is 2474. - Thank you, sir, it's active.

Thank you.

How'd you know he'd use that name?

You kidding me? What don't I know about that kid?

Hey, Bobby. What's the deal with the liquor store?

Your parents are out of town?

Like I said...

...last few months ain't been all that easy.

Right.

- Sam's in Pontiac, Illinois. - Right near where you were planted.

Right where I popped up. A coincidence, don't you think?

So where is it?

Where's what?

The pizza that takes two guys to deliver?

I think we got the wrong room.

Hey, Sammy.

- Who are you? - Like you didn't do this?

- Do what? - It's him. It's him, Sam.

I've been through this already. It's really him.

What...?

I know.

I look fantastic, huh?

So are you two, like, together?

What? No. No.

He's my brother.

O-oh...

Got it, I guess. Look, I should probably go.

Yeah, yeah. That's probably a good idea. Sorry.

- So call me. - Yeah, yeah. Sure thing, Kathy.

Chrissy.

Right.

So tell me, what'd it cost?

The girl? Heh. I don't pay, Dean.

That's not funny, Sam.

To bring me back.

What'd it cost?

Was it just your soul, or something worse?

- You think I made a deal? - That's what we think.

Well, I didn't.

Don't lie to me.

I'm not lying.

So, what, now I'm off the hook and you're on, is that it?

You're some demon's bitch boy? I didn't wanna be saved like this.

Look, Dean, I wish I had done it, all right?

There's no other way this could have gone. Tell the truth.

I tried everything. That's the truth. Opening the Devil's Gate...

...hell, I tried to bargain, Dean, but no demon would deal, all right?

You were rotting in hell for months. For months, and I couldn't stop it.

So I'm sorry. It wasn't me, all right?

Dean, I'm sorry.

It's okay, Sammy.

You don't have to apologize. I believe you.

Don't get me wrong, I am gladdened that Sam's soul remains intact...

...but it does raise a sticky question.

If he didn't pull me out then what did?

So, what were you doing here if you weren't digging me out of my grave?

Well, once I figured out I couldn't save you...

...I started hunting down Lilith, trying to get some payback.

All by yourself?

Who do you think you are, your old man?

Yeah, I'm sorry, Bobby. I should have called. I was pretty messed up.

Oh, yeah. I really feel your pain.

Anyways, I was tracking these demons out in Tennessee...

...and out of nowhere, they took a left, booked up here.

- When? - Yesterday morning.

When I busted out.

You think these demons are here because of you?

But why?

I don't know. But some badass demon drags me out, now this?

- It's gotta be connected somehow. - How you feeling, anyway?

I'm a little hungry.

No, I mean, do you feel like yourself?

- Anything strange or different? - Or demonic?

Bobby, how many times I have to prove I'm me?

Listen, no demon's letting you loose out of the goodness of their hearts.

They gotta have something nasty planned.

- I feel fine. - We don't know

...what they're planning. We got a pile of questions...

...and no shovel. We need help.

I know a psychic a few hours from here.

Something this big, maybe she's heard the other side talking.

- Hell, yeah, it's worth a shot. - I'll be right back.

Hey, wait.

You probably want this back.

Thanks.

Yeah, don't mention it.

Hey, Dean, what was it like?

What, hell?

I don't know. I must have blacked it out.

I don't remember a damn thing.

- Thank God for that. - Yeah.

She's about four hours down the interstate.

Try to keep up.

I assume you'll wanna drive.

I almost forgot.

Hey, sweetheart, you miss me?

- What the hell is that? - That's an iPod jack.

You were supposed to take care of her...

...not douche her up.

Dean, I thought it was my car.

Really?

There's still one thing that's bothering me.

Yeah?

Yeah, the night that I bit it. Or got bit.

How'd you make it out? Lilith was gonna kill you.

- She tried. She couldn't. - What do you mean, she couldn't?

She fired this, like, burning light at me.

And...

...it didn't leave a scratch.

Like I was immune or something.

- Immune? - Yeah. Heh.