2.04 Children Shouldn't Play with Dead Things

All scenes from 1.02 Wendigo, unless otherwise specified.
Dean is talking with Sam at the campsite.
Dean: Dad wants us to pick up where he left off.
In 1.03 Dead in the Water, Dean pulls Lucas up, breaking the surface of the lake.
Dean (voiceover): Saving People.
In 1.12 Faith, Dean and Sam with flashlights and tasers carefully moving down the steps.
Dean (voiceover): Hunting things.
Dean is talking with Sam at the campsite.
Dean: The family business.

THEN

All scenes are from 2.01 In My Time of Dying, unless otherwise specified.
Azazel-in-Tessa turns around to address Dean.
Azazel-in-Tessa: Today's your lucky day, kid.
Tessa throws up her hand on Dean's forehead. He wakes up suddenly in his hospital bed.
John is talking with Dean.
John: You watch out for Sammy, okay?
Dean: Yeah, Dad, you know I will.
Sam is carrying a cup of coffee, glances in the room and sees his dad on the floor.
Sam: Dad?
Music starts. Sam drops the cup of coffee, which lands right side up, splashing. In the background, John is lying on the floor. Fade out.
Fade in. Sam is over John's body, calling for help.
A nurse checks for a pulse on John. There is none. The monitor is heard flatlining. The boys are in the doorway, looking on, shocked.
Doctor: Time of death: 10:41am.
From 2.03 Everybody Loves a Clown, burning John's body in a hunter's funeral. Dean and Sam stand just beyond. Dean is stoic, while Sam figits and cries.
Sam (voiceover): I miss him man. And I'm not all right.
From 2.03 Everybody Loves a Clown, Sam and Dean talk at Singer Salvage.
Sam: Neither are you.
From 2.03 Everybody Loves a Clown, Dean and Sam are walking back to the carnival, talking on the road.
Dean: I'm dealing with Dad's death!
In 2.02 Bloodlust, Dean lowers the electric saw to behead a vampire. Sam looks at Dean with concern. Dean gets splattered with blood.
In 2.02 Bloodlust, Dean and Sam are talking outside the motel.
Sam: Dad's dead. And it hurts so bad you can't take it.
From 2.03 Everybody Loves a Clown, Dean and Sam are walking back to the carnival, talking on the road.
Dean: I'm okay, okay?
From 2.03 Everybody Loves a Clown, Dean takes a crowbar to the Impala's trunk, beating it repeatedly.
Dean (voiceover): I swear, the next person who asks me if I'm okay, I'm gonna start throwing punches.
In 2.02 Bloodlust, Dean hits Sam outside the motel. Music stops.

INT. NEIL'S HOUSE - NIGHT
Neil's walking around the kitchen, putting things on the table, where Angela sits, sad.
Neil: Okay. We've got booze. We've got chocolate, and... wait for it-
Neil turns to hit play on the remote for the stereo behind him as he sits at the table with Angela. "Sad Girl" by Supergrass plays.
Neil: tortured emo rock. Guaranteed cure for any broken heart.
Angela: You didn't have to do all this. I'm fine.

Music:

Honey found time costs

Neil: Yeah, I can see that.
Sighing, she takes his right hand in both of hers.

Music:

You never learnt to economise

Angela: Thanks, Neil. You're a good friend.
Neil scoffs slightly.
Neil: (low) Yeah.
There is a loud pounding at the door. They both look around.

Music:

You look around

Neil: (low) Look...
He pulls his hand back.

Music:

and before you know

Angela: Oh God, it's probably him.

Music:

It's gone

Neil: I'll take care of it.

Music:

turned to dust

He stands up and goes to the front door. Angela gives off a shaky sigh.
Neil opens the door. Matt is standing there.
Matt: Where is she?

Music:

There she goes

Neil: Just chill out and think about this for a second, okay?

Music:

Plays the part of sorrow

Matt: I need to talk to her.
Neil: Some other time.

Music:

In the garden running free

Matt: You get out of my face, Neil.
Matt shoves Neil sharply into the door and enters; Neil shuts the door behind him. They both go into the kitchen to find Angela gone.

Music:

Steady nerves, taking all the hard knocks

Matt: Angela?

Music:

Taken all my heart

Music stops.

EXT. HIGHWAY - NIGHT
Angela is driving down a dark road, crying. Her cell phone rings. She digs around in her purse until she pulls it up to look at the display. It reads "Matt Mobile Calling". She picks up.
Angela: (shaky) Leave. Me. Alone.
Matt (on phone): Angela, I'm sorry.
Angela: You're sorry?
She laughs sarcastically.
Angela: You're sorry, oh, that's great.
Matt: Angela, listen to me.
Angela: I don't want to listen to you! I'm done listening!
Matt: Listen to me.
Angela: No - I... I loved you.
Crying and looking down, she doesn't see a turn in the road. She glances up to see she's off the road and cries out as she hits the brakes and crashes into the barrier on the side of the road. Smoke engulfs everything from the crashed car. The camera zooms in close on the windshield where she'd hit her head. The cellphone is seen, with blood dripping on it.
Matt (on phone): Angela?
The spider webbing of cracks from the windshield again, this time from the inside of the car.
Matt (on phone): Angela.
Close on Angela's face, staring, covered in blood. Screen goes to black.

EXT. ROAD - DAY
The Impala zooms down a two-lane blacktop.
Dean (voiceover): Come on, Sam, I'm begging you. This is stupid.

INT. IMPALA - DAY
Dean is driving, Sam is in the passenger's seat.
Sam: Why?
Dean: Going to visit Mom's grave? She doesn't even have a grave -- there, there was no body left after the fire.
Sam: She has a headstone.
Dean: Yeah, put up by her uncle, a man we've never even met. So you wanna, go pay your respects to a slab of granite put up by a stranger? Come on.
Sam: Dean, that's not the point.
Dean: Well then, enlighten me, Sam.
Sam: It's not about a body, or, or, a casket. It's about her memory, okay?
Dean: Hmmm.
Sam: And after Dad it just... just feels like the right thing to do.
Dean: It's irrational, is what it is.
Sam: Look, man. No one asked you to come.
Dean: Why don't we swing by the roadhouse instead? I mean, we haven't heard anything on the demon lately. We-we should be hunting that son of a bitch down.
Sam: That's a good idea, you should. Just drop me off. I'll hitch a ride, and I'll meet you there tomorrow.
Dean: Right. (low) Heh. (normal) St- stuck with those people, making awkward small talk until you show up? No thanks.

EXT. GRAVEYARD - DAY
Sam kneels before Mary Winchester's headstone.

CHILDREN SHOULDN'T PLAY WITH DEAD THINGS

Sam digs in the ground with a folding knife. He sighs, looking at the headstone.

Credit:

Starring JARED PADALECKI

He pulls a set of dog tags out of his pocket.

Credit:

JENSEN ACKLES

Sam fiddles with them, holding them tightly. He takes a fortifying breath.
Sam: I think, um...

Credit:

Guest Starring TAMARA FELDMAN (Angela Mason)

Sam: I think Dad would have wanted you to have these.

Credit:

CHRISTOPHER JACOT (Neil Levine)

He looks back down at the dog tags one last time.

Credit:

Consulting Producer BEN EDLUND

Credit:

Supervising Producer MATT WITTEN

Sam carefully places the dog tags in the hole and covers them with the grass.

Credit:

Co-Executive Producer PETER JOHNSON

Sam starts to cry.

Credit:

Supervising Producer PHIL SGRICCIA

Sam: I love you, Mom.
Nearby, Dean is standing by another gravestone, marked as "Loving Father", looking pensive. He starts to wander around, when he sees an obviously dead tree and stops, frowning.

Credit:

Executive Producer JOHN SHIBAN

Dean walks over to it.

Credit:

Executive Producer KIM MANNERS

Dean places his hand on the tree.

Credit:

Executive Producer McG

He knocks on the trunk, before he steps back to consider the tree.

Credit:

Produced By CYRUS YAVNEH

Credit:

Created By ERIC KRIPKE

He glances down and notices a perfect circle of dead grass.

Credit:

Written By RAELLE TUCKER

Dean glances back at the tree, taking in what it might mean.

Credit:

Directed By KIM MANNERS

He spots a grave marker. He crouches down, fingering dead flowers. Dean frowns at the implication.

HUNT?

EXT. GRAVEYARD - DAY
Dean takes a card from a man in a suit, both of whom are standing on the dead ground.
Graveyard Man: (low) Here you go.
Dean: (low) Thank you.
Dean walks over to Sam, smacking the card with his other hand.
Dean: Angela Mason. She was a student at the local college; funeral was three days ago.
The boys walk together.
Sam: And?
Dean: And? You saw her grave. Everything dead around it, in a perfect circle? You don't think that's a little weird?
Sam: Maybe the groundskeeper went a little aggro with the pesticide.
Dean: No, I asked him. I asked him. No pesticide, no chemicals. Nobody can explain it.
Sam: Okay, so what are you thinkin'?
Dean: I dunno. Unholy ground, maybe?
Sam: Un-
Sam stops, surprised. Dean stops to face him. Sam glances back before facing Dean.
Dean: What? If something evil happened there, it could easily poison the ground. Remember the, the farm outside of Cedar Rapids?
Sam: Yeah-
Dean: Could be the sign of a demonic presence. Or the, the Angela girl's spirit, if it's powerful enough.
Sam nods, turning away and walking again.
Dean: Well, don't get too excited, you might pull something.
Sam: It's just... stumbling onto a hunt? Here, of all places?
Dean: So?
They stop on opposite sides of the Impala, talking over it.
Sam: So - are you sure this is about a hunt, and not about something else?
Dean: What else would it be about?
Sam sighs heavily, shaking his head, moves to get into the car.
Sam: You know, just forget about it.
Dean: You believe what you want, Sam, but I let you drag my ass out here. Least we could do is check this out.
Sam thinks a moment.
Sam: Yep. Fine.
Dean: Girl's dad works in town. He's a professor at the school.
Sam sighs in resignation as Dean climbs into the Impala.

EXT. SCHOOL CAMPUS - DAY
Students are walking up and down the road between school buildings, talking in their own groups. The camera swings over to show the Faculty of Arts Building. A knock is overheard.

INT. SCHOOL BUILDING - DAY
Sam and Dean stand at the door of Dr. Mason's office, as he opens it.
Dean: Dr. Mason?
Dr. Mason: Yes.
Sam: I'm Sam. This is Dean. We were friends of Angela's. We ... we wanted to offer our condolences.
Dr. Mason: Please, come in.
They enter; he closes the door behind them.

INT. DR. MASON'S OFFICE - DAY
Sitting down, Dr. Mason shows Sam a photo album.
Sam: She was beautiful.
Dr. Mason: Yes, she was.
Dean stands nearby, looking through an old book.
Dean: This is an unusual book.
He shows the cover of the book he's been paging through; it has carvings of Greek letters and a triangular symbol. Dr. Mason glances up at the book Dean is showing.
Dr. Mason: Oh, it's ancient Greek; I-I teach a course.
Dean places the book down on a nearby shelf before coming over to join Dr. Mason.
Dean: So a car accident, that's, that's horrible.
Dr. Mason: Angie was only a mile away from home when, uh...
Dean: It's gotta be hard. Losing someone like that.
Sam looks up at Dean, concerned.
Dean: Sometimes it's like they're s-still around. Almost like you can still sense their presence. You ever feel anything like that?
Dr. Mason: I do, as a matter of fact.
Dean smirks at Sam. Sam is silently telling him to back off.
Sam: That's perfectly normal, Dr. Mason. Especially with what you're going through.
Dr. Mason: You know, I still phone her. And the phone's ringing before I remember that, uh... Family's everything, you know? Angie was the most important thing in my life. And now I, I'm just lost without her.
Dean looks away as Sam looks up at him.
Sam: We're very sorry.
Dr. Mason fights tears.

INT. MOTEL ROOM - NIGHT
Sam is washing hands, as Dean is looking through John's Journal.
Dean: I'm telling you, there's something going on here. We just haven't found it yet.
Sam: Dean, so far you've got a patch of dead grass and nothing.
Dean: Well, something turned that grave into unholy ground.
Sam turns around to face Dean.
Sam: There's no reason for it to be unholy ground. Angela Mason was a nice girl who died in a car crash. That's not exactly vengeful spirit material. You heard her father.
Dean: Yeah, well, maybe Daddy doesn't know everything there is to know about his little angel, huh?
Sam: You know what? We never should have bothered that poor man. We shouldn't even be here anymore.
Dean: So what, Sam? W-we just bail? Without even figuring out what's going on?
Sam: I think I know what's going on here. It's the only reason I went along with you this far.
Dean: What are you talking about?
Sam: This is about Mom's grave.
Dean scoffs, looking down and shaking his head slightly.
Dean: Got nothing to do with it.
Sam: You wouldn't step within a hundred yards of it. Look. Maybe, you're imagining a hunt where there isn't one so you don't have to think about Mom. Or Dad.
Dean turns to look at him. Sam sighs.
Sam: You wanna take another swing? Go ahead, it'll make you feel better.
Dean shakes his head minutely.
Dean: I don't need this crap.
Dean grabs his jacket and keys and starts for the door.
Sam: Dean, where're you going?
Dean: I'm going to go get a drink. Alone.
He leaves.

BROKEN HEART

INT. MATT'S APARTMENT - NIGHT
Matt sits alone in his living room, watching home movies of him and Angela. (Home movies are italicized)

Angela and Matt laugh.
Angela: Get that camera out of my face.
Matt laughs.
Matt: What, you shy?
Angela: I am, as a matter of fact.
Matt: Then maybe this'll help you overcome it. Huh?
On screen, Angela is running away from Matt and the camera, around a large tree.
Angela: I hate you.
Matt: Oh, liar. You're crazy about me and you know it.
Angela: Shut up!

Matt gets up to get a beer.

Matt: You know, I just had an idea. We can make a whole different kind of video.
Matt does a selfie with Angela with the camera.

A small plant on the side table withers suddenly.

Matt: Ow! Well, maybe...

Matt sits back down again, tossing the bottle lid, without noticing the plant.

Angela: You jerk.
Matt laughs.
Matt: Yeah, but I'm your jerk.
Angela: Pleeease turn the camera off.
Both of them are laughing, as Angela throws him out of the screen. The camera pulls in close to see Angela's face.
Matt: You're beautiful, you know that?
Angela laughs.
Matt: You know that, right?
She tosses her hair, smiling into the camera.

He pauses the tape; freezes it on Angela's face; then he sees Angela's reflection in the screen and turns around, startled. He screams, and blood splashes across the TV screen. The screen goes black.

INT. ANGELA'S APARTMENT - DAY
Dean jimmies the lock with a credit card and cautiously enters Angela's apartment, closing the door behind him. He looks around, picks up a framed picture of Angela. He glimpses a figure in reflection just before she sees him - it's the roommate, Lindsey.
Lindsey: Who the hell are you?
She turns and shuts herself in her bedroom.
Dean: Wait, wait, wait, wait. Hold on!
Lindsey: I'm calling 9-1-1!
Dean: I'm Angela's cousin!
Lindsey: What?
Dean: Yeah, her dad sent me over to, uh, pick up her stuff. My name's Alan? Alan Stanwick?
Dean's face reflects the quick lie. Lindsey cracks open the door. He smiles at her.
Lindsey: Her dad didn't say that you were coming.
Dean scoffs.
Dean: Well, I mean,
Dean clears his throat and holds up a set of keys. She looks at the keys.
Dean: How else would I have the key to your place?
She gives him a hard look as he smiles and laughs reassuringly, if a bit uncomfortably.

INT. LINDSEY'S LIVING ROOM - DAY
Lindsey is crying and blowing her nose from a Kleenex she just pulled out, as Dean looks slightly uncomfortable.
Dean: So. I'm sure you got a, a view of Angela that none of the family got to see. Tell me, what, what was she like? I mean, what was she really like?
Lindsey: She was great...
Dean: Hmm.
Lindsey: Just great. I mean, she was so...
Words have failed her; she's just shaking her head.
Dean: Great.
Lindsey: Yeah. Yeah.
Lindsey sobs again.
Dean: Yeah.
Dean hands her another tissue.
Dean: (low) Here you go. (normal) You two must have been really close, hmm?
Lindsey: We were. But it's not just her, it's Matt.
Dean: Who?
Lindsey: Angela's boyfriend.
Dean: Right, Matt. Um, what about him?
Lindsey: He killed himself last night. He cut his own throat. Who does that?
Dean: That's - terrible.
Lindsey: He was taking Angela's death pretty hard, and I guess... I mean, he'd been messed up about it for days.
Dean: Messed up how?
Lindsey: He kept saying that he saw her everywhere.
Dean: Well, I'm, I'm sure that that's normal, I mean with everything that he was going through.
Lindsey: He said that he SAW her. As in, an acid trip or something.
Dean: Were Angela and Matt a happy couple? I mean, is there any reason that Angela would be angry with him?
Lindsey: What? No, of course not. Why do you ask?
Dean: Just asking. Where did Matt live?
He smiles.

INT. MOTEL ROOM - DAY
Sam is sitting on the edge of the bed, watching television.
TV Announcer: Next, on the Skin channel, Casa Erotica Four. A tale of two Latin beauties...
Dean opens the door, and Sam looks around, startled. He shuts off the TV and tosses down the remote.
Sam: Hey.
Dean enters slowly, glancing between the television and Sam.
Sam: What?
Dean: Awkward.
Sam: Where the hell were you?
Dean: Just working my imaginary case.
Sam: Yeah? And?
Dean: Well, yeah you were right, I didn't find much.
Sam nods, sympathetic.
Dean: Yeah. Except Angela's boyfriend died last night. Slit his own throat. But, you know, that's normal. Uh, let's see, what else. Oh, he was seeing Angela everywhere before he died. But you know, I'm sure that's just me transferring my own feelings.
Sam: Okay, I get it. I'm sorry, maybe there is something going on here.
Dean: Maybe? Sam, I know how to do my job, despite what you might think.
Sam: We should check out the guy's apartment.
Dean: I just came from there. Pile of dead plants, just like the cemetery. Hell, dead goldfish too.
Sam: So, unholy ground?
Dean: Maybe. I'm still not getting that powerful angry spirit vibe from Angela.
He gets up, crosses the room to pick up a pink book.
Dean: I have been reading this, though.
Sam: You stole the girl's diary?
Dean: Yeah, Sam. And if anything the girl's a little too nice.
Sam: So what do you want to do?
Dean: Keep digging, talk to more of her friends.
Sam: You get any names?
Dean: Are you kidding me? I have her bestest friend in the whole wide world.
Dean tosses the diary at Sam, where it lands in his lap.

GRIEF COUNSELORS

EXT. NEIL'S HOUSE - DAY
Neil: I didn't realize the college employed grief counselors.
Dean: Oh yeah. Yeah, you talk, we listen. Or maybe throw in a little therapeutic collage, whatever helps jump-starts the healing.
Neil: Well, I think I'm okay. Thanks.
Sam: Well, you heard what happened to Matt Harrison, right?
Neil: Yeah, I did.
Sam: We just wanted to make sure that you were okay. Grief can make people do crazy things.
Neil: Look, I'm sorry about what happened to him. I am. But, if Matt killed himself it wasn't 'cause of grief.
Dean: No? Then what?
Neil: It was guilt. Angie's death was Matt's fault and he knew it.
Sam: How was Matt responsible?
Neil: Well, she really loved that guy. But the night of the accident she walked in on him with another girl.
Dean: Hmm.
Neil: She was really torn up, that's why she crashed the car. Um, look, I gotta get ready for work, so... thanks for the concern, but... seriously, I'll be okay.
Neil walks into his house, closing the door after him. Dean turns and looks significantly at Sam.

BURN THE BONES?

EXT. STREET - DAY
Dean and Sam walk away from the house towards the Impala.
Dean: Well, that vengeful spirit theory's starting to make a little more sense. I mean, hell hath no fury...
Sam: So, if Angela got her revenge on Matt, you think it's over?
Dean: Well, there's one way to be sure.
They get in the car.
Sam: Yeah? What's that?
They slam the Impala's doors shut.
Dean: Burn the bones.
Sam: Burn the bones?
Sam scoffs.
Sam: Are you high?
Dean thinks about that.
Sam: Angela died last week!
Dean: So?
Sam: So, there's not gonna be bones. There's gonna be a-a ripe, rotting body in the coffin.
Dean: Since when are you afraid to get dirty? Huh?
Dean starts the Impala as they look at each other; Sam incredulous over Dean's plan. They drive off.

EXT. GRAVEYARD - NIGHT
Dean and Sam dig at Angela's gravesite. They're panting and sweating with exertion. Standing on the coffin, Dean turns to Sam.
Dean: Ladies first.
Sam gives Dean a bitchface before he hands Dean his flashlight.
Sam: Hold that.
Sam opens the coffin, wincing in preparation - but the coffin is shown to be empty in the flashlight's light. They look at each other.

INT. NEIL'S HOUSE - NIGHT
Neil unlocks a door and heads down to the basement. Angela is sitting on a cot with her back to him, waiting for him. She turns and smiles at him. She is pale. Standing, she crosses the room.
Angela: I missed you.
She draws him in and kisses him. After a moment, he kisses her back. Screen goes to black.

EXT. GRAVEYARD - NIGHT
Dean and Sam are still in the freshly dug grave, staring at Angela's empty coffin.
Dean: They buried the body four days ago.
Sam: I don't get it.
In the light of the flashlight he sees something carved into the inside of the coffin.
Sam: Look.
They crouch down with their flashlights to see.
Dean: What is that?
Sam: I'm not sure.
Dean: I've seen these kind of symbols before.

EXT. DR. MASON'S HOUSE - DAY
Dean pounds heavily on the door. He is very agitated.
Sam: Dean. Take it easy, okay?
Dean knocks again. Dr. Mason opens the door.
Dr. Mason: You're Angie's friends, right?
Sam: (gently) Dr. Mason...
Dean: (harshly) We need to talk.
Dr. Mason: Well, then come in.
Sam: Thanks.

INT. DR. MASON'S HOUSE - DAY
Dean: You teach Ancient Greek. Tell me-
Dean unwraps paper.
Dean: what are these?
He shows Dr. Mason the paper on which he's copied the symbols from the grave.
Dr. Mason: I don't understand. You said this had something to do with Angela.
Dean: It does. Please, just humor me.
Dr. Mason: They're part of an ancient Greek divination ritual.
Dean: Used for necromancy, right?
Dr. Mason: That's right.
Dean: See, before we came over here we stopped by the library and did a little homework ourselves. Apparently they used rituals like this one for communicating with the dead. Even bringing corpses back to life. Full-on zombie action.
Dr. Mason: Yeah. I mean, according to the legends. Now, what's all this about?
Sam, watching Dr. Mason's face, is having doubts. Dean pushes on.
Dean: I think you know.
Sam: Dean.
Dean: Look, I get it. Okay? There are people that I would give anything to see again. But what gives you the right?
Sam: Dean!
Dr. Mason: What are you talking about?
Dean: What's dead should stay dead!
Dr. Mason: What?!
Sam: Stop it!
Dean: What you brought back isn't even your daughter anymore. These things are vicious, they're violent, they're so nasty they rot the ground around them. I mean, come on, haven't you seen Pet Sematary?
Dr. Mason: You're insane.
Dean: Where is she?
Dr. Mason: Get out of my house.
He starts dialing the phone; Dean knocks it out of his hand.
Dean: I know you're hiding her somewhere. Where is she?!
Sam: Dean! Stop, that's enough! Dean, look!
He grabs Dean's jacket, points to a row of plants by the window.
Sam: Beautiful, living plants. (to Dr. Mason) We're leaving.
Dr. Mason: I'm calling the police.
Dean pulls out of Sam's grip and storms for the door.
Sam: Sir, we're sorry. We won't bother you again.
They leave in a hurry, the door closing behind them.

DEAN IS ERRATIC

EXT. SIDEWALK - DAY
Dean strides down the steps and along the sidewalk, Sam following.
Sam: What the hell is the matter with you, Dean?
Dean: Back off.
Sam: That man is innocent! He didn't deserve that!
Dean: Okay, so she's not here. Maybe he's keeping her somewhere else.
Sam: Stop it! That's enough, okay? Enough!
Dean: Sam, I know what I'm doing.
Sam: No, you don't. At all. Dean, I don't scare easy, but man, you're scaring the crap out of me.
Dean: Don't be overdramatic, Sam.
Sam: You're lucky this turned out to be a real case. Because if it wasn't, you would have just found something else to kill.
Dean: Wha-
Sam: You're on edge, you're erratic - except for when you're hunting, because then you're downright scary. You're tailspinning, man! And you refuse to talk about it and you won't let me help you!
Dean: I can take care of myself, thanks.
Sam: No, you can't! And you know what? You're the only one who thinks you should have to. You don't have to handle this on your own, Dean, no one can.
Dean: (overlap) Sam, if you bring up Dad's death one more time I swear...
Sam: (overlap) Stop. Please, Dean, it's killing you. Please. We've already lost Dad. We've lost Mom. I've lost Jessica. And now I'm going to lose you too?
Dean: We better get out of here before the cops come.
Sam looks at him concerned.
Dean: I hear you. Okay? Yeah I'm being an ass. And I'm sorry. But right now we've got a friggin' zombie running around and we need to figure out how to kill it.
Sam chuckles.
Dean: Right?
Sam: Our lives are weird, man.
Dean: You're telling me. Come on.
Dean walks away, with Sam looking after him.

INT. NEIL'S HOUSE - NIGHT
Angela is sitting on Neil's couch. Neil is standing nervously nearby.
Angela: Honey, is something bothering you?
Neil: It's about Matt.
Angela: Haven't we already talked about that?
Neil: I know, but uh...
Angela: Haven't we wasted enough time on him already? Sit down.
He walks over and sits. Angela leans close, rubbing Neil's hair.
Angela: You always said that he didn't deserve me. You were right.
Neil: Angela... You didn't get out, and go see Matt, or...
Angela: I've been here the whole time. Neil. You really think I could do something like that?
Neil: No. I don't know. I can't help it. You just, you seem-
Angela: Different?
Neil nods.
Angela: You're right. I am.
Angela now moves over Neil, trapping him beneath her on the couch.
Angela: I've realized you're the only one who ever really loved me. You proved that. You brought me back. I'm with you now.
She kisses him lightly.
Angela: Isn't that what you always wanted?
They stare at each other, then smile together.

TOO MUCH LORE

INT. MOTEL ROOM - NIGHT
Dean is pacing, Sam is sitting on the bed with John's journal.
Dean: We can't just waste it with a head shot?
Sam: Dude. You've been watching way too many Romero flicks.
Dean: You're telling me there's no lore on how to smoke 'em?
He goes to sit at the table by the window.
Sam: No, Dean, I'm telling you there's too much. I mean, there's a hundred different legends on the walking dead, but they all have different methods for killing them.
Sam walks over to the table.
Sam: Some say - setting them on fire. Uh, one said,
He joins Dean at the table.
Sam: where is it? Right here. Feeding their hearts to wild dogs. That's my personal favorite. But who knows what's real and what's myth?
Dean: Is there anything they all have in common?
Sam: No. But a few said silver might work.
Dean: Silver's a start.
Sam: Yeah. But now how are we going to find Angela?
Dean: We've got to figure out the person who brought her back.
Sam: Any ideas?
Dean: I think if it's not her dad, it might be that guy Neil.
Sam: Neil?
Dean: Yep.
Dean stands and crosses the room to pick up the pink diary.
Sam: How'd you come up with that?
Dean: Well, you've got your journal, I've got mine.
Dean reading from the diary.
Dean: "Neil's a real shoulder to cry on, he so understands what I'm going through with Matt." There's more in here where that came from. It's got Unrequited Duckie Love written all over it.
Sam: Yeah, but that doesn't mean he brought her back from the dead.
Dean: Hmm. Did I mention that he's Professor Mason's TA? Has access to all the same books.
Sam looks speculative.

INT. NEIL'S HOUSE - NIGHT
Dean and Sam walk in; the house is dark and quiet. Sam closes the door.
Dean: Hello? Neil?! It's your grief counselors. We've come to hug.
He pulls out a gun. Sam looks at it.
Sam: Silver bullets?
Dean: Yeah, enough to make her rattle like a change purse.
They start stalking through the house, Dean in the lead with the gun out. Sam points out wilted plants by a window. They find the entrance to the basement. Dean nods at it.
Dean: Unless this is where he keeps his porn...
Sam opens the door and Dean leads the way carefully down the stairs to the room Angela was in earlier. It is empty.
Dean: Sure looks like a zombie pen to me.
Sam: Yeah. An empty one. You think Angela's going after somebody?
Dean finds a loose grate and pulls it aside - it leads out.
Dean: Nah, I think she went out to rent Beaches.
Sam: Look, smartass, she might kill someone. We gotta find her, Dean.
Dean: Yeah. All right. She, uh, she clipped Matt because he was cheating, right?
Sam: Yeah.
Dean: Well, it takes two to, you know, have hardcore sex.
Sam shakes his head at him.
Dean: I don't know, it just seemed that, uh, Angela's roommate was... broken up over Matt's death. I mean, like, really broken up.

INT. ANGELA'S APARTMENT - NIGHT
Lindsey is sitting in the dim house looking at a framed picture of Matt and Angela. She hears a noise, gets up and goes to the front door.
Lindsey: Hello?
She's nervous. She opens the door, sees nothing. She turns, and Angela is there. Angela grabs her by the hair; Lindsey screams.
Angela: Hi Lindsey, I'm home!
The door closes on Lindsey's screams, as Angela wrestles her by the hair. The screen goes black.

INT. ANGELA'S APARTMENT - NIGHT
Lindsey breaks away from Angela, screaming. Lindsey runs into the kitchen; following, Angela picks up a pair of scissors from the counter.
Angela: You know what you did.
Lindsey: I'm sorry. I am so, so-
Angela: You're not sorry enough!
Angela stabs with the scissors; Lindsey ducks as the scissors smash the glass behind her. Angela attacks again and Lindsey falls down to the floor. As Angela advances, Lindsey kicks out, knocking Angela's legs back and she lands forward, onto the scissors. She goes still. Lindsey, panting still, gets up, and cautiously rolls Angela's body over. The scissor handles are sticking out of her chest.
Lindsey: Oh God. Oh God. Oh my God. Oh my God, oh, oh-
Angela's eyes open; she grabs Lindsey by the hair to hold her still as she pulls the scissors out, dripping blood. As she pulls them both to standing, readying the scissors to stab Lindsey, two shots are fired and Angela convulses. Angela turns loose of Lindsey, spinning around to see Dean and Sam. Dean fires the gun again, right in Angela's chest. She screams and bolts out the window; Dean follows. Sam runs to Lindsey to hold her.
Sam: Gotcha. I gotcha.
Dean comes back through the window.
Dean: Damn, that dead chick can run.
Sam: What now?
Dean: I say we go have a little chat with Neil.

EXT. HIGHWAY - NIGHT
The Impala is driving down a slightly foggy highway.

INT. IMPALA - NIGHT
Dean is driving the Impala, Sam in the passenger's seat with the Journal open.
Sam: So the silver bullets, they did something, right?
Dean: Yeah, something, but not enough. What else you got?
Sam: Um, okay, besides silver, we have nailing the undead back into their grave beds. It's mentioned a few times. It's probably where the whole vampire staking lore came from.
Dean: Their grave beds? You serious?
Sam: Yeah.
Dean: How the hell are we going to get Angela back to the cemetery?
Dean looks at Sam, who looks down at the Journal. Dean looks forward once more, thinking.

EXT. HIGHWAY - NIGHT
With a loud roar and the boys inside, the Impala continues to drive down the highway, and off screen.

INT. DR. MASON'S OFFICE - NIGHT
Neil is sitting at his desk, working on something. Dean and Sam enter.
Neil: What are you guys doing here?
Dean: You know, I've heard of people doing some pretty desperate things to get laid, but you-
Dean clicks his tongue.
Dean: you take the cake.
Neil: Okay. Who are you guys?
Dean: You might want to ask Angela that question.
Neil: What?
Sam: We know what you did. The ritual? Everything.
Neil scoffs.
Neil: You're crazy.
Dean leans close to get into Neil's space.
Dean: Your girlfriend's past her expiration date and we're crazy? When someone's gone they should stay gone. You don't mess with that kind of stuff.
Sam: Angela killed Matt. She tried to kill Lindsey.
Neil: I don't know what you're talking about.
Dean moves over to the other side of the desk and hauls Neil up by the collar.
Neil: Hey!
Dean: No more crap, Neil. His blood is on your hands. Now. Me and him can make this right, but you've gotta tell us where she is.
Neil glances down at Dean's hands on him. Dean gives him a quick shake.
Dean: Tell us!
Neil: My house. She's at my house.
Dean lets him go, then sees several potted plants by the window. They're dead. He looks at Neil.
Dean: You sure about that?
Neil nods, looking around nervously. Dean looks past him to see a closet. Thinking, he gets an idea. He raises his voice slightly.
Dean: Listen. It doesn't really matter where she is. There's only one way to stop her. We've got to perform another ritual over her grave, uh, to reverse the one that you did.
Neil glances back at the closet nervously. Dean addresses Sam with the 'ritual'.
Dean: We're going to need some black root, some, some scar weed, some candles... It's very complicated, but it'll get the job done. She'll be dead again in a couple hours. I think you should come with us.
Dean gives a look at Neil.
Dean: I'm serious, Neil. Leave with us. Right now.
Neil: No. No.
Dean leans in, lowering his voice again.
Dean: (whispering) Listen to me. Get out of here as soon as you can. But most of all, be cool. No sudden movements. Don't make her mad.
Dean gives Neil a quick smile, before standing up and talking with Sam.
Dean: Let's go.
Sam follows Dean out. After the door closes, Neil goes to the closet and opens it. Angela is there.
Neil: You said you'd stay in the house.
Angela: Sorry. I just needed to see you. Neil, please. You have to help me.
She lowers her arms to show the stab and bullet wounds. He cringes.
Neil: (shakily) Oh, God.
Angela: Come with me to the cemetery. Neil, they're trying to kill me. We have to stop them.
Neil: You mean kill them.
She nods.
Neil: It's true. Matt and Lindsey.
Angela: They hurt me. If you love me you'll make sure nobody hurts me again. Take me to the cemetery. And then all this will be over. We can start new lives, together.
Neil nods.
Neil: Okay. God help me, but okay. I'll go get the car. Just, just wait here.
He looks at her strangely, then leaves.

EXT. PARKING LOT - NIGHT
Walking out, he's nervous and panting. At his car, Neil fumbles the keys when he tries to open the car; as he stands, Angela is there. Neil gasps.
Angela: Neil, you look nervous.
Neil: (trembling) No, I'm fine.
Angela: Were you... going to leave me?
Neil: No, of course not.
Angela: You were, weren't you?! How could you? Neil, I loved you!
Neil: Angela-
She grabs his head and wrenches it; with a crunch, his neck breaks. His body lands against the car, and he slides to the ground, dead. She looks out, thinking.

EXT. GRAVEYARD - NIGHT
Around Angela's grave, Dean and Sam are lighting candles.
Sam: You really think this is going to work?
Dean: No, not really. But it was the only thing I could come up with.
Dean gives a slight chuckle. They hear a noise; nod to each other. Sam stands and pulls a gun from the small of his back, loading it. He stalks in the direction of the sound. Some distance away from the grave, he freezes, hearing something behind him. Angela advances towards him. He turns at the last minute, and points the gun at Angela; she stops short.
Angela: Wait! It's not what you think. I didn't ask to be brought back. But it's still me. I'm still a person. Please.
After hearing her out, Sam fires the gun, hitting her square in the forehead. She screams, her head snapping back. Rot seeps out from the hole in her forehead. Sam bolts back towards the grave. She tackles him, and he lands hard on the ground; she twists his head back to snap his neck. Dean fires at her, throwing her off Sam's back. She rolls up to standing. He shoots her three more times, forcing her to take a step back each time until she falls straight back into the open grave, landing in the empty coffin. Dean grabs a long metal sword and runs to the grave, sliding the last length on his knees and jumping into the coffin. He buries the stake in her chest, pinning her in.
Angela: (screams) Wait, don't--!!!!
Dean drives it further in. She gasps one last time, then goes limp. Dean pulls back and stands up, panting.
Dean: What's dead should stay dead.
Screen goes to black.

EXT. GRAVEYARD - MORNING
Dean and Sam pat down the dirt over the grave. Both are panting.
Sam: Rest in peace.
Dean: Yeah. For good this time, okay?
They turn away, picking up shovels and jackets and heading for the car. Sam grunts as he lifts the shovel over his right shoulder.
Sam: You know, the whole fake ritual thing? Luring Angela into the cemetery? Pretty sharp.
Dean: Thanks.
Sam: But did we have to use me as bait?
Dean: I figured you were more her type. You know, she had pretty crappy taste in guys.
Sam: I think she broke my hand.
Dean laughs.
Dean: You're just too fragile. We'll get it looked at later.
Dean turns back to look at Mary's grave, pausing. Sam pauses with him.
Sam: You wanna stay for a while?
Dean considers.
Dean: No.
Dean turns and heads back to the Impala, Sam following. They drop their things in the trunk and get in, Dean in the driver's side. Sam pulls his door closed with his left hand. They pull out of the cemetery. Fade out.

EXT. HIGHWAY - DAY
Fade in. In the mountains with tall evergreens, the Impala drives along the two lane highway.

INT. IMPALA - DAY
Sam looks at Dean, concerned, because Dean is concentrating.

EXT. HIGHWAY - DAY
Camera in the middle of the road shows Impala driving down the road, but pulls over across the road to stop in the opposite shoulder. Dean gets out and sits on the hood. Sam climbs out, standing by the car.
Sam: Dean, what is it?
Pause.
Dean: I'm sorry.
Sam: You - For what?
Dean: The way I've been acting.
Sam crosses in front to sit on the hood, close but not touching.
Dean: And for Dad. I mean, he was your Dad too. And it's my fault that he's gone.
Sam: What are you talking about?
Dean: I know you've been thinking it - so have I. Doesn't take a genius to figure it out. Back at the hospital, I made a full recovery.
They look at each other.
Dean: It was a miracle. And five minutes later Dad's dead and the Colt's gone.
Dean looks away.
Sam: Dean.
Dean: You can't tell me there's not a connection there. I don't know how the demon was involved. I don't know how the whole thing went down exactly. But Dad's dead because of me. And that much I do know.
Sam: We don't know that. Not for sure.
Dean: Sam...
Dean starts crying.
Dean: You and Dad... you're the most important people in my life. And now... I never should've come back, Sam. It wasn't natural. And now look what's come of it. I was dead. And I should have stayed dead.
Dean is fighting emotions.
Dean: You wanted to know how I was feeling. Well, that's it.
Sam nods in acknowledgement.
Dean: So tell me. What could you possibly say to make that all right?
Dean turns to look at Sam, as a tear runs down his cheek. Sam looks away. Dean looks away.
The two of them, still not quite touching, leaning against the hood of the Impala on the side of a mountain road.
Screen goes to black.