Supernatural

This thing goes our way...

...and I triple-lindy into that box...

...you know I'm not coming back.

You gotta promise not to try to bring me back.

You go find Lisa. You go live some normal apple-pie life.

Promise me, Dean.

Promise me.

He wants to dream like a young man.

With the wisdom of an old man.

You okay?

Yeah, I'm good.

He wants to live like a sailor at sea.

Thank God this is before Facebook.

- Me and that goat all over the Internet. - Oh. Ha, ha. That's right.

Don't get me wrong. No complaints.

But if you'd have said to me:

"Hey, you, 15 years from now, suburbia..."

- Oh, yeah. - Right?

Believe me, I know.

So you traveled around a lot, huh?

Yeah, my whole life, pretty much.

And...?

I don't know.

Come on. You...

What, you moved in, what, about a year ago?

Yeah, thereabouts.

So I've been buying you beer for a year.

I think that means you owe me a couple of gory details.

Oh, no. There's not much to tell, you know? It's, uh...

Lived on the road...

...took crap jobs that nobody else wanted.

- Like? - Like...

...pest control.

Really?

- Pest control? - Yeah.

Get to work with a partner.

You get to help people.

You have no idea what's in some people's walls.

It could eat them alive.

Yeesh.

Of course, that was then and now...

- You're practically respectable. - Psh. Yeah, wow.

I guess so.

- That's kind of scary, actually. - Ha, ha.

Thanks, guys.

Thank you.

- I think she likes you. - You think?

What is it with you? Like, every time.

It's like chicks specifically dig unavailable guys.

Who knew?

Okay.

- See you tomorrow. - I'll see you.

Okay.

Thanks, man.

No one's called about a missing person?

No, this would have been today.

So no reports of anything around Vineland and Oak Street?

Near that hotel renovation?

Uh... Yeah, call it a hunch.

I've been a cop for a long time.

Okay. Yeah. No, I'll call you tomorrow.

You too, man. Bye.

Hey.

Who was that?

Sid. I'm just setting up a poker game.

It's 11:30.

Is it really?

Explains why he was asleep when I called.

I'll be right up.

Okay.

Dean? Is that a gun?

No. Yeah. Well, I got a permit for it.

What, to shoot the Glickmans' dog?

I thought that was a possum.

Remember I said I was in pest control? Well, possums carry rabies, so:

- I did not know that. - Oh, yeah.

Yeah, possums...

Possums Kill, Sid.

Oh, crap.

What's that?

Sulfur.

- I gotta go. - Hold on, Dean.

What the hell?

Hey.

Just getting a hammer.

So I just ran into Sid.

Did you almost shoot a yorkie?

Technically.

- What's going on? - Nothing.

How come I don't believe you?

I just... I, uh... I got this...

I don't know, Spidey-sense.

Okay. Are you hunting something?

Honestly?

At first, I thought that I was...

...but I'm pretty sure that I got worked up over nothing.

It's, uh... You know...

...it happens.

Are you sure?

I'll tell you what. Because, you know, I have an OCD thing about this...

...why don't you and Ben go to the movies?

Hit the Cheesecake Factory, hang out with the teeming masses...

...and I'll do one last sweep just to be a hundred percent.

Okay.

- Be careful. - Careful is my middle name.

Hi, Dean.

Look what the Apocalypse shook loose.

You have fun sniffing that trail?

Because I sure had fun batting you around.

You can't be.

Oh, sure, I can.

- No. - Yeah, kiddo.

The big daddy brought your pal Cass back, right?

So why not me?

Add a little spice to all that sugar.

Really?

After all we've been through together?

You know, you got a great little life here.

Pretty lady. Real understanding.

Hell of a kid. Ha, ha.

And how do you keep your lawn So green?

I mean, come on, Dean. You never been what I'd call brainy...

...but did you really think you were gonna get to keep all of this?

You had to know that we were coming for you sometime, pal.

You can't outrun your past.

Hey, Dean.

I was expecting, uh...

...I don't know, a hug...

...some holy water in the face, something.

So I'm dead?

This is heaven?

- Yellow Eyes killed me, and...? - Yellow Eyes?

That's what you saw?

Saw?

You were poisoned.

So whatever kind of crazy crap you think you've been seeing, it's not real.

So then are you real?

- Or am I still... "? - I'm real.

Um... Here. Let me save you the trouble.

All me. That's nasty.

Sammy?

Yeah. It's me.

Wait a minute, wait a minute. You were gone. I mean, that was it.

- How did you...? - I don't know.

- What do you mean you don't know? - I mean, no idea. I'm just back.

Well, was it God? Or Cass? Does Cass know anything about it?

You tell me. Cass hasn't answered my prayers. I don't know where he is.

I mean, I was down there.

And then next minute, it's raining and I'm lying in that field, alone.

It's hard to look for whatever saved you when you got no leads...

...but I looked. I mean, believe me. I looked.

For weeks.

Wait, weeks?

How long have you been back?

- How long have you been back, Sam? - About a year.

- About a year? - Dean...

You've been back practically this whole time?

What, did you lose the ability to send a text message?

- You finally had what you wanted. - I wanted my brother, alive.

You wanted a family. For a long time. Maybe the whole time. I know you.

You only gave it up because of the way we lived.

You had something, you were building something.

Had I shown up, Dean, you would've just run off.

I'm sorry.

But it felt like after everything, you deserved some regular life.

- What have you been doing? - Hunting.

You left me alone and were flying solo?

- Not solo. - What?

- I hooked up with some people. - You? With strangers?

They're more like family.

And they're here.

- Hey. - Hi.

My God, you have delicate features for a hunter.

- Excuse me? - Dean, Gwen Campbell.

Good to finally meet you. Sam's gone on and on.

And this is Christian...

...and Mark. Campbell.

Hi.

- Cam... Campbell, like... - Like your mom.

Third cousin, third cousin...

Something-something, twice removed. Grew up in the life.

Like Mom. Like us.

I thought all of Mom's relatives were gone.

I'm sorry, it's just, you know, why didn't we know about any of you?

Because they didn't know about you.

Not until I brought you all together.

- Samuel. - Come here.

I'm your grandfather.

Guys, give me a second with my grandsons here, please.

A lot of resurrections in your face today. It's all right, take a minute.

This is gonna take a little more than a minute.

I mean, what the hell? How did this happen?

We're guessing whatever pulled Sam up pulled me down.

- Whatever this is, we're part of it. - You don't know what that is.

Bingo.

And you have no leads? Nothing?

Well, this... This is, uh...

No more doornails coming out of that door, is there?

As far as we know, it's Samuel and it's me.

Okay, am I the only one here that thinks this can't all just be fine?