[FADE IN: INT. - Sam Winchester lying on a mattress, dead, while Dean stares at him.
"Dean[He enters the hotel room with a bucket of chicken in hand Brought you this back." Bobby asked
"No, thanks. I'm fine." Dean replied softly
"You should eat something." Bobby suggested
"I said I'm fine." Stated Dean
"Dean...I hate to bring this up, I really do. But don't you think maybe it's time...we bury Sam." Bobby asked
"No." Dean replied. What Bobby didn't realize was that Dean was dead serious about not burying Sam
"We could [Sighs maybe…" Bobby started
"What? Torch his corpse[Pauses Not yet." Dean finished
"I want you to come with me." Bobby replied
"(No way in hell) I'm not going anywhere." Dean replied
"Dean, please." Begged Bobby
"Would you cut me some slack?" Dean asked
"I just don't think you should be alone, that's all. I gotta admit-- I could use your help." Bobby stated
Dean scoffed as he REALLY didn't want to do anything right now except wonder WHY did he have to interfere
"Somethin' big is going down-- end-of-the world big." Bobby started when he saw a look so deadly, so dark, that would have Death row inmates in multiple prisons even federal PATHOLOGICLALY Afraid of Dean at that moment. Would even have the FBI afraid of him and just leave him alone
Bobby realized he may have said the wrong thing when Dean just EXPLODED with rage
"[Screams Well, then let it end!" Dean stated
Bobby saw the fury in Dean's eyes and knew he wouldn't be fine for a while…or perhaps ever…
"You don't mean that." Bobby stated
"(stands up and moves to Bobby and stares at him DEAD in both eyes) You don't think so? Huh? You don't think I've given enough? You don't think I've paid enough? I'm done with it. All of it. And if you know what's good for you, turn around, and get the hell out of here. Go[He pushes BOBBY on the shoulder. BOBBY forms tears in his eyes. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Please, just go." Dean replied
"[Sighs You know where I'll be. [He turns his back on Dean and leaves the motel room. Dean takes another look at Sam's body and a tear falls from his eye." Bobby replied taking Dean's advice and leaving
Five minutes later
"You know, when we were little-- you couldn't been more than 5-- you just started asking questions. How come we didn't have a mom? Why do we always have to move around? Where'd Dad go when he'd take off for days at a time? I remember I begged you-- "Quit asking, Sammy. Man, you don't want to know." [Chuckles softly I just wanted you to be a kid...Just for a little while longer. I always tried to protect you...Keep you safe...Dad didn't even need to tell me. It was just always my responsibility, you know? It's like I had one job... I had one job... [Voice breaking And I screwed it up. I blew it. And for that, I'm sorry. [Wiping away the tears I guess that's what I do. I let down the people I love. I let Dad down. And now I guess I'm just supposed to let you down, too. How can I? How am I supposed to live with that[Crying What am I supposed to do? Sammy. God. [Sniffles What am I supposed to do[Inhales sharply What am I supposed to do?!" Dean asked then he had an Idea
[CUT TO: Impala engine revving. Headlights turn on and DEAN drives recklessly. He stops on a dirt road and inserts several items into a box, including a photo ID of himself. He begins to bury the box in the middle of a crossroads. Several seconds pass in silence, as DEAN looks left and right.
"(Enraged) Oh come on already. Show your face, you bitch[Suddenly, a beautiful woman in a black dress appears." Dean stated
DEMON: Easy sugar, you'll wake the neighbors. Dean. It's so, so good to see you. [Inhales sharply I mean it. Look at you. Gone and got your family killed. All alone in the world. It's too sweet. Excuse me, you're gonna have to give me a moment. Sometimes you gotta stop and smell the roses.
"I should send you straight back to hell." Dean replied
DEMON: Oh, you should. But you won't. And I know why.
"Oh yeah?" Dean asked
DEMON: Yeah. Following in Daddy's footsteps. You wanna make a deal. Little Sammy back from the dead, and--let me guess-- you're offering up your own soul?
"There are a hundred other demons who'd love to get their hands on it. And it's all yours. And all you got to do is bring Sam back. And give me ten years-- ten years, and then you come for me." Dean stated
DEMON: You must be joking.
"That's the same deal you give everybody else." Dean replied
DEMON: You're not everybody else.[Whispering in Dean's ear Why would I want to give you anything? Just keep your gutter soul. It's too tarnished, anyway.
"Nine years." Dean stated
DEMON: No.
"Eight." Dean tried
DEMON: You keep going, I'll keep saying no.
"Okay, five years. Five years, and my bill comes due. That's my last offer-- five years or no deal." Dean replied
DEMON[Leaning in for a kissThen no deal.
"Fine." Dean replied
DEMON: Fine. [Walking away Make sure you bury Sam before he starts stinking up the joint.
"Wait." Dean begged
DEMON[Softly It's a fire sale, and everything must go.
"(Breaking point) What do I have to do?" Dean asked
DEMON: First of all, quit groveling. Needy guys are such a turnoff. [Sighs Look...Look, I shouldn't be doing this. I could get in a lot of trouble. But what can I say? I got a blind spot for you, Dean. You're like a... puppy. You're just too fun to play with. [Sighs I'll do it.
DEAN: You'll bring him back?
DEMON: I will. And because I'm such a saint, I'll give you one year. And one year only. But here's the thing. If you try and welch or weasel your way out, then the deal is off. Sam drops dead. He's back to rotten meat in no time. So...it's a better deal than your dad ever got. What do you say[DEAN grabs the demon and kisses her passionately to seal the deal.
[CUT TO: SAM's eyes open wide and he sits up on the mattress, looking around, confused, and breathing heavily.