[FADE IN: MAPLE SPRINGS, NEW YORK. NIGHT. Three brothers are chatting at a construction site for new luxury homes. One of the men, KYLE, hears a growling noise coming from nearby.]
KYLE: Hey. What was that?
BROTHER: I don't know. A dog, maybe?
KYLE: That's a hell of a dog.
JACK: [holding a plank of wood] Okay. We've got a crew coming in the morning. Look at this wood, huh? Look at it. It's crap. Where'd you order it from?
BROTHER: Same place as always.
KYLE: Should've used the cinder block, like I wanted.
JACK: You know what? Here we go again. You two are not in charge.
BROTHER: Yeah, you're a bunch of girls.
KYLE: It comes down to this, okay? One gust of wind, and the whole place is gonna blow over.
BROTHER: Yeah, yeah. Whatever. [KYLE stops again at the sound.]
KYLE: Did you hear that?
JACK: Hear what?
[JACK and the third brother go to look over some blueprints. Meanwhile, KYLE cautiously goes to look behind one of the construction machines, expecting to see an animal. But the only thing he sees is some equipment. Relieved, he laughs at himself.]
BROTHER: Kyle! Come on, let's go.
JACK: Okay, I'm gonna go warm up the truck.
[Suddenly, as JACK heads to the truck, he is attacked. The attacker isn't shown to the audience, but it forces JACK to the ground and pulls him backwards by his feet. Blood sprays everywhere.]
BROTHER: Jack!
[Suddenly, the attacker turns on the third brother, ripping into him as well. During this time, KYLE has stayed behind a pile of cinder blocks. Breathing heavily, he gets up and looks around. After a minute, he hears something behind him. He turns to see the attacker headed right towards him.]
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[FADE IN: INT. IMPALA. The brothers are driving.]
SAM: I don't understand, Dean. Why not?
DEAN: Because I said so.
SAM: We've got the Colt now.
DEAN: Sam...
SAM: We can summon the crossroads demon-
DEAN: [talking over him] No, we're not summoning anything.
SAM: -pull the gun on her, and force her to let you out of the deal!
DEAN: We don't even know if that will work!
SAM: Well, then, we'll just shoot her! If she dies, the deal goes away!
DEAN: We don't know if that'll work either, Sam! All you're pitching me right now is a bunch of if's and maybe's, and that's not good enough, because if we screw with this deal, you die!
SAM: And if we don't screw with it, you die!
DEAN: Sam, enough! I'm not gonna have this conversation!
SAM: Why, because you said so?
DEAN: Yes, because I said so!
SAM: Well, you're not Dad!
[There is a long, uncomfortable silence before DEAN continues.]
DEAN: No, but I am the oldest. And I'm doing what's best. Now, you're gonna let this go, you understand me?
[Another long silence. SAM eventually lets it go.]
DEAN: Tell me about this psychotic killer. Come on, Sam. Tell me about the psychotic killer. [Still angry, SAM grabs a newspaper from the dashboard and begins reading.]
SAM: [bitterly] The psychotic killer. Rips victims apart with brute-like ferocity.
DEAN: Okay. Any mention of his razor-sharp teeth or his four-inch claws? Animal eyes?
SAM: No. But the lunar cycle is right. Look, if it is a werewolf, we don't have long. The moon is full this Friday, and that's the last time it changes for a month.
DEAN: Two days. No sweat.
[CUT TO: HOSPITAL ROOM. The brothers are in suits, showing their fake badges to KYLE. He is lying in bed, with scratches on his forehead.]
DEAN: I'm Detective Plant, this is Detective Page. We're with the County Sheriff's Department.
KYLE: Yeah. We've been expecting you.
DEAN: You have?
KYLE: All morning. You are the sketch artists, right?
SAM: Uh...
DEAN: Absolutely. Yeah. That is exactly who my partner is. The things he can do with a pen. [SAM glares at him] But listen, before we get started on that, I wanted to ask you: how'd you get away?
KYLE: I have no idea. I was hiding. And he found me. He was coming right for me, and then he just...stopped. He stared at me with this blank look. After that, he just took off running.
SAM: Okay. I'm gonna need as much physical detail as you can remember. [He hesitantly takes out his notepad to draw.]
KYLE: He was about six feet tall. Dark hair.
SAM: What about his eyes? What color eyes did he have?
KYLE: Maybe...blue?
SAM: Blue.
KYLE: It was dark.
DEAN: Did they seem animal-ish?
KYLE: Excuse me?
SAM: What about his teeth? You notice anything strange about them?
KYLE: No, they were just teeth.
SAM: Teeth. Okay. [draws some more]
DEAN: What about his fingernails?
KYLE: Okay, look. He's just a normal guy with normal eyes and teeth and fingernails.
SAM: Look, sir, it's okay-
KYLE: No. No. Those were my brothers. This guy...he killed my brothers. How would you feel? [SAM becomes very serious.]
SAM: I can't imagine anything worse.
DEAN: [after a long pause] I know this isn't easy, but if you can remember any more details...
KYLE: There was one more thing. He had a tattoo on his arm of a cartoon character. It's the guy who's chasing the Roadrunner.
DEAN: Wile E. Coyote.
KYLE: Yeah, that's it. [KYLE'S doctor, DR. GARRISON, enters.]
DR. GARRISON: Kyle?
KYLE: Dr. Garrison.
DR. GARRISON: How you holding up?
KYLE: Okay, considering.
DEAN: You're Kyle's doctor?
DR. GARRISON: Yes.
DEAN: [showing his badge] Can I just ask you a few questions?
DR. GARRISON: Sure.
[He follows DEAN out into the hall. Before SAM can follow them, KYLE gestures to the notepad.]
KYLE: Don't I get to see it? [SAM looks uncertainly at his drawing.]
SAM: Uh... [laughs] Yeah. Yeah, um. You know, it's a work in progress.
[He hands the notepad to KYLE. The drawing isn't much more than a male stick figure, with short hair and a tiny tattoo on its arm.]
KYLE: It's really...um...
[CUT TO: STREET. The brothers are walking, while DEAN laughs at SAM'S drawing.]
DEAN: Well, this is a piece of, uh, art. Really.
SAM: Yeah, like you could've done any better. So, what did the doc have to say about Kyle's brothers?
DEAN: Not much. They were DOA at the scene. He did give me the lowdown on the coroner's report.
SAM: Let me guess: their hearts were missing.
DEAN: Nope, but chunks of their kidneys, lungs, and intestines.
SAM: That's just gross.
DEAN: Yeah, also definitely not werewolf behavior.
SAM: So, what? A demon? The attacker could have been possessed.
DEAN: Why would a demon stop halfway through an attack?
SAM: I think-it could've-yeah, I got nothing.
DEAN: Me neither.
[CUT TO: WOODS. A couple, JULIE and KEN WATSON, are walking, clearly unsure of where they're going. They both look tired and aggravated.]
KEN: Okay, I am starving. [rummaging through his backpack] Wait, where are all the power bars?
JULIE: You ate them all. And we're lost.
KEN: We're not lost. The path is right here.
[They make their way through more trees and finally reach a clearing. A quaint little house is standing just a few yards away.]
KEN: Look. There.
JULIE: [relieved] Civilization. Thank God.
[They approach the house, and a sweet old woman comes outside.]
OLD WOMAN: Are you two doing okay?
KEN: Hi. Actually, we're-
JULIE: -lost.
OLD WOMAN: Oh, it happens. The trail gets twisty, and my house is the only one left up here. I could point you in the right direction, but I'm afraid it'll take a while to get back.
[KEN notices a freshly-baked pie cooling on the windowsill. He keeps glancing at it, obviously very hungry.]
OLD WOMAN: You're really deep into the woods.
JULIE: Nice work, Ken. [She pats him on the back.]
OLD WOMAN: Would you like to come in and rest a bit?
KEN: [pleased] Yeah.
JULIE: Thanks, but we should head back.
KEN: Come on, honey. She offered. [lowering his voice] She's a harmless old lady. What could happen?
[He winks. Hesitantly, JULIE follows him into the house.]
[Inside the house, JULIE and KEN are finishing up slices of pie. The old woman watches them expectantly.]
OLD WOMAN: You sure you don't want more?
KEN: No, thank you. It's, um... [He begins to look very pained and uncomfortable] I'm full.
JULIE: [concerned] We should go. We really can't thank you enough.
[The old woman smiles. Suddenly, as KEN goes to leave, he collapses to the ground, groaning in pain.]
JULIE: Ken?
[JULIE moves to get up, but collapses as well. She clutches her side in pain.]
JULIE: What's going on? [She begins to see double vision] Did you drug us?
[The woman doesn't answer, but just keeps smiling. KEN and JULIE lay next to each other, unable to move. Cheerful as ever, the old woman pulls out a knife from the drying rack and approaches the couple.]
JULIE: Stop! Please, you have to stop!
OLD WOMAN: [still smiling] Don't worry. Everything's fine. You just hold still now, dear.
[JULIE watches while the woman happily kills KEN, stabbing him over and over.]
JULIE: Stop! Stop! Please, stop! Why are you doing this?!
[The woman just keeps on stabbing KEN, enjoying every second of it. At the window, there is a young girl watching the murder take place. She is in a white dress, and her hair is tied up in a red ribbon. She watches innocently while the old woman keeps going at it.]
[CUT TO: HOSPITAL. The Winchesters, dressed in suits, make their way to JULIE'S room. DR. GARRISON is comforting her while she stays in bed.]
JULIE: Please, please-
DR. GARRISON: We need to observe you, all right? The drugs still may be in your system.
JULIE: [crying] But I have to go. I have things to do, arrangements I need to make!
DR. GARRISON: It can wait. Now, you need to rest. Stay. I'll be back in a few minutes. [She lays back against the pillows, and DR. GARRISON turns to see the brothers in the doorway] Detectives.
DEAN: Dr. Garrison.
DR. GARRISON: [lowering his voice] What the hell's going on here? My whole town is going insane.
SAM: We'll let you know as soon as we do. [DR. GARRISON leaves. The brothers approach JULIE.]
DEAN: Ms. Watson? Hi. [showing his badge] We just need to ask you a few questions.
JULIE: Do we have to go over this again? Now?
SAM: We'll try to be brief. Ms. Watson, can you tell us how you got away?
JULIE: I didn't eat as much as Ken did, so I wasn't as out of it. [tearing up again] When the old woman was...carving up Ken, I shoved her, and she fell. Cracked her head on the stove. She's dead, right? I killed her?
DEAN: [ignoring the question] Do you have any idea why she'd do this to you?
JULIE: No. One minute, she's just a sweet old lady, and the next, she was like a monster.
SAM: Can you remember anything else?
JULIE: [after a pause] Yeah. Did you find a little girl there, by any chance?
SAM: A little girl? At the house?
JULIE: I thought I saw her outside the window. She just disappeared. Vanished into thin air. It must have been the drugs.
DEAN: This disappearing girl -- what did she look like?
JULIE: Does it matter?
SAM: Yes. Every detail matters.
JULIE: She had this dark, dark hair and really pale skin. She was around eight. [crying] She was a beautiful child. It was odd to see her in the middle of something so horrible.
[CUT TO: OLD WOMAN'S HOUSE. The brothers are inside, inspecting the rooms.]
DEAN: Well, there's no sulfur anywhere. How about the EMF?
SAM: [holding the EMF meter] Yeah, it's going nuts. Only over here by the window. There was definitely a spirit here.
DEAN: Who stood outside the crime scene and watched?
SAM: Looks like.
DEAN: What the hell do you make of that?
SAM: Actually, I do have a theory. Uh, sorta.
DEAN: Hit me.
SAM: Well, I'm thinking about fairy tales.
DEAN: Oh, that's...that's nice. Do you think about fairy tales often?
SAM: No, Dean, I'm talking about the murders. A guy and a girl hiking through the woods, an old lady tries to eat them -- that's Hansel and Gretel. And then we've got the three brothers arguing over how to build houses, attacked by the big, bad wolf.
DEAN: The Three Little Pigs?
SAM: Yeah.
DEAN: Actually, those guys were a little chubby. [SAM smirks] But wait, I thought all those things ended with everybody living happily ever after.
SAM: No, not the originals. See, the Grimm Brothers' stuff was kind of like the folklore of its day, full of sex, violence, cannibalism. It got sanitized over the years, turned into Disney flicks and bedtime stories.
DEAN: So, you think the murders are, what, a re-enactment? That's a little crazy.
SAM: [smirking] Crazy as what? Every day of our lives?
DEAN: Touché. How's the creepy ghost girl involved?
SAM: Well, she must've been here for a reason. I'm willing to bet you top dollar she was at the construction site, too.
DEAN: We've gotta do research now, don't we?
[CUT TO: CUMBERLAND COUNTY CENTRAL LIBRARY. DEAN exits the building and meets up with SAM.]
SAM: So?
DEAN: I checked every record they had. I found the usual amount of violent childhood deaths for a town this size.
SAM: Okay...
DEAN: You wanna know how many were little girls with black hair and pale skin?
SAM: Zero.
DEAN: Zero! You wanna know how many little girls with black hair and pale skin have gone missing? Right again! Zip, zilch, nada. Tell me you've got something good, because I've totally wasted the last six hours.
SAM: Well, you ever hear of Lilian Bailey? She was a British medium from the 1930s.
DEAN: She got a thing for fairy tales?
SAM: No, trances. See, she'd go into these unconscious states where, get this, her thoughts and actions were completely controlled by spirits.
DEAN: A ghost puppet master?
SAM: Yeah.
DEAN: You think that's what this kid is doing? Sending Wolf Boy and Grandma into trances, making them go kill-crazy?
SAM: Could be. You know, kind of like spirit hypnosis or something.
DEAN: Trances I get, but fairy tale trances? That's bizarre, even for us.
[The boys stop when they hear a croaking noise, and look down to see a green frog at their feet, just sitting on the ground.]
SAM: Yeah, you're right, that's completely normal.
DEAN: All right, maybe it is fairy tales. Totally messed-up fairy tales. But I'll tell you one thing: there's no way I'm kissing a damn frog.
[SAM looks across the street and notices a pumpkin sitting on the porch of one of the houses.]
SAM: Hey, check that out. [He points at the pumpkin.]
DEAN: Yeah? It's close to Halloween.
SAM: Remember Cinderella? The pumpkin that turns into a coach and the mice that become horses? [As he says this, a mouse scurries along the porch and stops near the pumpkin. DEAN looks at him strangely.]
DEAN: Dude, could you be more gay? [after a pause] Don't answer that.
[The boys cross the street, pick the lock on the front door, and enter the house.]
DEAN: Well, who knows, maybe you'll find your fairy godmother. [He smirks. SAM is not amused.]
[The two begin looking around and hear a noise from another room. They take out their guns and keep searching when they hear the noise again. Suddenly, a girl calls out from the kitchen.]
GIRL: Help! I'm in here!
[In the kitchen, the girl is handcuffed to the stove. She has bruises and blood all over her arms.]
SAM: Hey! Hey, it's okay, we're here. We've got you.
GIRL: You have to help me, she's a lunatic!
DEAN: What happened?
GIRL: My stepmom, she just freaked out -- screamed at me, beat me, chained me up.
SAM: Where is she now?
GIRL: I don't know.
[While they are talking, DEAN looks up and sees the mysterious little girl, with black hair and pale skin, watching from the doorway.]
DEAN: Sam.
[When SAM looks up, the girl turns away. DEAN follows her around the house until they are both in the same room.]
DEAN: Who are you?
[Without saying a word, the girl flickers until disappearing into thin air. The only thing left behind is a red apple sitting on the carpet. DEAN picks it up and looks at it curiously.]
[Later, at the car, DEAN is still studying the apple. SAM approaches.]
SAM: The paramedics picked up Cinderella.
DEAN: That's good.
SAM: Yeah.
DEAN: So - [he tosses SAM the apple] - little girl, shiny red apple. I'm guessing that means something to you, Fairy Tale Boy?
SAM: I think it's Snow White.
DEAN: Snow White! Oh, I saw that movie. The porn version, anyway. [grinning] There was this wicked stepmother -- whew, she was wicked.
SAM: There is a wicked stepmother. And she tries to kill Snow White with a poisoned apple.
DEAN: But the apple doesn't actually kill the girl, right?
SAM: No. It puts her into a deep sleep -- so deep, it's almost like she's dead.
[CUT TO: HOSPITAL. The boys are at the front desk, chatting with a receptionist.]
RECEPTIONIST: No, sorry. We don't have any comatose little girls.
SAM: You're sure?
RECEPTIONIST: Totally. It's mostly old guys. And, well, Callie. She's been around since before I started here.
DEAN: Callie?
RECEPTIONIST: Yeah, it's so sad. And poor Dr. Garrison -- he just won't give up on her.
SAM: Is Callie one of his patients?
RECEPTIONIST: No. His daughter.
[CUT TO: HOSPITAL ROOM. DR. GARRISON sits near the edge of the bed and opens a book, "The Brothers Grimm: Complete Works and Tales". He begins reading to his daughter, Callie, who is in a coma. She looks just like the little girl that DEAN and SAM saw, except she is several years older.]
DR. GARRISON: Ah, here we are. [reading] " 'Just press the latch,' called out the grandmother. 'I'm too weak to get up.' The wolf pressed the latch, and the door opened. He stepped inside, went straight to the grandmother, and ate her up."
[While he is reading, the scene changes to a street corner in the neighborhood. An older woman is bringing groceries to her car. While she fumbles with her keys, a dark-haired, well-built man comes to help her with the bags.]
GRANDMOTHER: Thank you so much!
[The man smiles evilly at her, and when she busies herself with the bags in her car, he turns around and attacks her. Shoving her into her van, he begins punching her. The camera zooms in on his arm, which has a tattoo of Wile E. Coyote on it. When the grandmother is beaten enough, the man hops into the driver's seat and pulls away. From across the street, the little girl is watching him.]
[CUT TO: HOSPITAL. DEAN and SAM enter the room where DR. GARRISON is reading to CALLIE.]
DR. GARRISON: [still reading] "The huntsman stepped inside, and in the bed lay the wolf. So, the huntsman took a pair of scissors and cut open the wolf's belly."
[He looks up and sees the brothers, immediately closing his book.]
DR. GARRISON: Detectives. Can I help you?
DEAN: We just heard that Callie is your daughter.
SAM: And we wanted to say how very sorry we are.
DR. GARRISON: Well, thank you. If you'll excuse me... [He begins heading down a hallway.]
DEAN: Oh, we're heading this way, we'll walk with you. How long has Callie been like that?
SAM: We don't mean to intrude. We can't possibly understand how hard it must be for you, seeing her like this.
DR. GARRISON: [after a pause] It's not easy. She's been here since she was eight years old.
SAM: That's when she was poisoned?
DR. GARRISON: Yes, swallowed bleach. I never figured out how she got her hands on the bottle. My wife found her, brought her to the ER here, and I was on call.
DEAN: Your wife -- was that Callie's stepmother? [DR. GARRISON stops walking.]
DR. GARRISON: Actually, yes. How'd you know that?
DEAN: [shrugging] Lucky guess.
DR. GARRISON: Julie was the only mother that Callie ever knew. My wife passed away last year, and it's just my daughter and me now. She's all I've got left. [pause] Um, excuse me, I've gotta get back to work.
DEAN: Yeah.
[DR. GARRISON leaves, and the boys continue down another hallway.]
DEAN: Well, you're right. Snow White, in spades.
SAM: Yep, stepmom poisons the girl, puts her into a deep sleep. What's the motive, you think?
DEAN: It could be like Mischa Barton -- Sixth Sense, not The O.C.
SAM: What?
DEAN: Hey, you know fairy tales, I know movies. She played the pasty ghost, remember? The mom had that thing where you keep the kid sick so you get all the attention.
SAM: Oh, yeah. Münchausen Syndrome by Proxy -- could be.
DEAN: So, say all these years, Callie's been suffering silently, because nobody knows the truth about what Mommy Dearest did.
SAM: And after all this time, her spirit just gets angrier and angrier, until it finally just starts lashing out.
DEAN: Meanwhile, she has to listen to Dad tell her these deranged stories about a rabid wolf or a cannibalistic old lady. It's enough to drive anybody nuts.
SAM: Okay, but how are we gonna stop her? I mean, Callie's stuck here, her father's keeping her body alive.
DEAN: Yeah, does make it a bit hard to burn the bones.
SAM: You think?
[Just then, two EMTs enter the building, with the grandmother from earlier laying on a stretcher. She is unconscious, covered in blood and bruises. A doctor meets up with them.]
DOCTOR: Hey, what's the status?
EMT: 72-year-old female, sustained multiple lacerations and puncture wounds. BP is 80 over 40 and falling, sinus tachycardia. [The doctor notices a particularly large wound on her neck.]
DOCTOR: Is that a bite?
EMT: Yeah, looks like she was mauled by a mad dog, or maybe a wolf?
DEAN: [to Sam] What was the last story Dr. Garrison was reading Callie?
SAM: Little Red Riding Hood.
[A few minutes later, the brothers approach the EMT, showing their badges.]
SAM: Excuse me. Was she the only victim?
EMT: She was found by the side of the road, barely alive, alone.
DEAN: We need to find her next of kin. [The EMT looks through some papers on a clipboard.]
EMT: She has a granddaughter.
DEAN: Do you have an address? [The EMT hands him a piece of paper.] Thank you.
SAM: Thanks. [The two of them turn away and begin walking down the hallway.]
DEAN: You find a way to stop Callie, all right?
SAM: What about you?
DEAN: I'm gonna go stop the big, bad wolf. [beat] Which is the weirdest thing I've ever said.
[CUT TO: SCHOOL. A young girl, dressed in a denim skirt and a red hooded jacket, is just getting out of school for the day. She spots her grandma's van and climbs inside, smiling.]
GIRL: Hey, Grandma!
[Instead of her grandma, the "big, bad wolf" turns around in the driver's seat, glaring at her. He locks all the doors before she can get out, and pulls away.]
[CUT TO: HOSPITAL. SAM is roaming the hallways until he finally spots DR. GARRISON.]
SAM: Dr. Garrison! I need to speak with you.
DR. GARRISON: Detective. What can I do for you?
SAM: Well...it's about Callie.
DR. GARRISON: About her? What about her?
SAM: Maybe...can we sit down for a minute?
DR. GARRISON: No, what about her?
SAM: Okay, well -- Doctor, this isn't gonna be easy. What happened to Callie was not an accident.
DR. GARRISON: Excuse me?
SAM: I'm sorry, but it's true.
DR. GARRISON: You have no idea what happened to my daughter. [He walks away, but SAM follows him.]
SAM: There are things you don't know, Doctor. About your wife.
DR. GARRISON: My wife?
SAM: Doctor, your wife poisoned Callie. [DR. GARRISON stops and turns to SAM, shocked.]
DR. GARRISON: Why would you say something so horrible to me?
SAM: Because I need your help.
DR. GARRISON: You stay away from me, and from my daughter. You understand?
SAM: Doctor, this is important -- please -- [DR. GARRISON enters the room where CALLIE is sleeping, and shuts the door in SAM'S face. SAM hesitates a second, before entering the room.]
DR. GARRISON: I'm calling security.
SAM: No, listen. I don't have time to do this gently. If you don't listen to me, more people are gonna get hurt, because Callie is going to hurt them.
DR. GARRISON: What the hell are you talking about?
SAM: You're gonna think I'm crazy, but just understand me. Your daughter, Callie, is still here. She's a spirit.
[DR. GARRISON, stunned, turns to the bed and stares at Callie. After a moment, he sits on the bed and looks at SAM miserably.]
DR. GARRISON: So, you've seen her, too.
[CUT TO: GRANDMOTHER'S HOUSE. DEAN breaks into the house, gun at the ready. He sees the little girl crouched in a corner, with blood on her face. Before looking around briefly, he moves next to her.]
DEAN: You okay?
GIRL: Yeah.
[Suddenly, the girl screams, and DEAN turns to see "the wolf". The two of them begin fighting, and the man tosses DEAN into a cabinet.]
[CUT TO: HOSPITAL ROOM.]
DR. GARRISON: I sensed her -- Callie, her presence, her scent. I even saw her standing at the foot of my bed, but I never believed it. I thought I was dreaming.
SAM: It wasn't a dream. She looks like she did when she was eight -- white dress, red ribbon in her hair. She's been trying to talk to you.
DR. GARRISON: You're not a cop, are you?
SAM: No.
DR. GARRISON: Then, who are you?
SAM: Someone who knows a little bit about this kind of thing.
DR. GARRISON: But what you said about my wife poisoning Callie, that's-
SAM: Sir. Callie told us.
DR. GARRISON: What?
SAM: Not in so many words. But in her own way...she told us.
DR. GARRISON: [shaking his head] My wife loved Callie! So, how is that possible?
SAM: I don't know, but it is.
DR. GARRISON: No. No, I don't believe you.
SAM: Look, Callie is killing people. She's angry. She's desperate, because nobody will listen to her. So, you have to listen to her. Please. Listen to your daughter.
[CUT TO: GRANDMOTHER'S HOUSE. While DEAN and "the wolf" continue fighting, YOUNG CALLIE watches from the doorway. While DEAN is on the floor, he sees a pair of scissors laying in a basket next to him. He grabs the scissors and swipes at "the wolf" with them.]
DR. GARRISON: [VO] Callie? Callie, it's Daddy. [Suddenly, YOUNG CALLIE flickers and disappears from the room.]
[Back at the hospital, DR. GARRISON is sitting on the bed, speaking to a comatose CALLIE.]
DR. GARRISON: It's me, Daddy. Is it true? Did Mommy do that to you? [His eyes well up with tears] I know I wasn't listening before, but I'm listening now. Daddy's here. Please, honey, is there any way you can tell me?
[SAM suddenly notices something in the corner of the room.]
SAM: Doctor.
[DR. GARRISON turns to see YOUNG CALLIE standing across from him. She doesn't say anything at first.]
DR. GARRISON: Is it true? [After a moment, YOUNG CALLIE nods.]
[CUT TO: GRANDMOTHER'S HOUSE. DEAN is close to being choked by "the wolf".]
[CUT TO: HOSPITAL ROOM.]
DR. GARRISON: I'm so sorry, baby. But listen to me. You've gotta stop what you're doing, okay? You're hurting people. I know everything now. I know the truth. It's time for you to let go. It's time for me to let you go.
[DR. GARRISON turns to the real Callie in her bed, and kisses her forehead. At that moment, she flatlines.]
[CUT TO: GRANDMOTHER'S HOUSE. DEAN has gotten on top of "the wolf", and finally draws the scissors.]
"WOLF": Whoa! Whoa, stop, stop! [DEAN stops, ready to attack with the scissors.] Where am I?! What's going on? [DEAN lowers his weapon.]
[CUT TO: HOSPITAL. DR. GARRISON cries while CALLIE dies. When he turns around, her spirit has vanished as well.]
[Later, at the hospital, DR. GARRISON is speaking with SAM and DEAN.]
DR. GARRISON: And the girl's okay? [DEAN nods] So...it's really over.
SAM: Yeah. All thanks to you.
DR. GARRISON: Callie was the most important thing in my life. But I should've let her go a long time ago.
DEAN: See you around, Doc.
DR. GARRISON: I sure hope not. [He laughs before walking away.]
DEAN: You know, what he said -- that's some good advice.
SAM: Is that what you want me to do, Dean? Just let you go? [DEAN doesn't say anything, and after a long pause, begins walking down the hallway, leaving SAM alone.]
[CUT TO: MOTEL ROOM. NIGHT. While DEAN is sound asleep, SAM is out of bed. He has packed a duffel bag, which he grabs before walking out of the room, with one last glance at DEAN.]
[CUT TO: CROSSROADS. NIGHT. SAM is crouched near the ground, holding a box of items in his hand. He tosses a picture of himself into the box, before closing it and burying it in the dirt. He sighs and waits. A few moments later, he hears the voice of a female demon.]
DEMON: Well, little Sammy Winchester. I'm touched. I mean, your brother's been to see me twice, but you? I've never had the pleasure. [Her eyes momentarily glow red] What can I do for you, Sam?
[Smirking, SAM draws the Colt and points it at her.]
SAM: You can beg for your life.
DEMON: We were having such a nice conversation, then you had to go and ruin the mood.
SAM: If I were you, I'd drop the wisecracks and start acting scared.
DEMON: It's not my style. [looking at the gun] That's not the original Colt. Where did you get that? [SAM doesn't answer] Ruby. Had to be. She is such a pain in my ass. She'll get what's coming to her. You can count on it.
SAM: That's enough. I came here to make you an offer.
DEMON: You're gonna make me an offer? That's adorable.
SAM: You can let Dean out of his deal right now. He lives, I live, you live. Everyone goes home happy. Or - [he cocks the gun] - you stop breathing. Permanently.
DEMON: [giggling] All this tough talk. I have to tell you, it's not very convincing. I mean, come on, Sam. Do you even want to break the deal?
SAM: What do you think?
DEMON: I don't know. Aren't you tired of cleaning up Dean's messes? Of dealing with that broken psyche of his? Aren't you tired of being bossed around like a snot-nosed little brother? You're stronger than Dean. You're better than him.
SAM: Watch your mouth.
DEMON: Admit it. You're here, going through the motions, but truth is, you'll be a tiny bit relieved when he's gone.
SAM: Shut up.
DEMON: No more desperate, sloppy, needy Dean. You can finally be free.
SAM: I said, shut up!
DEMON: Huh. Doth protest too much, if you ask me.
SAM: All right, I've had enough of your crap. You let Dean out of his deal, right now.
DEMON: Sorry, sweetheart, but your brother's an adult. He made that deal of his own free will, fair and square. It's iron-clad.
SAM: Every deal can be broken.
DEMON: Not this one.
SAM: Fine. Then I'll kill you. If you're gone, so is the deal.
DEMON: Guess again.
SAM: What?
DEMON: Sam, I'm just a saleswoman. I've got a boss, like everybody. He holds the contract. Not me. He wants Dean's soul, bad. And believe me, he's not gonna let it go.
SAM: You're bluffing.
DEMON: Am I? Shoot me, if it'll get you off. But the deal still holds. And when Dean's time is up, he's getting dragged into the pit.
SAM: Then, who's your boss? Who holds the contract?
DEMON: He's not as cuddly as me, I can tell you that.
SAM: Who is it?
DEMON: I can't tell you. I'm sorry, Sam. There's no way out of this one. Not this time.
[SAM pauses for a second, deciding what to do. Then, he raises the Colt and shoots her. There are several flashes of light while the demon, and the woman it is possessing, both die. SAM watches as she falls to the ground. The screen goes black.]
FADE TO BLACK
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