"Dean, what are you talking about?" Lorelai said.

"He's saying that there is two of him," Kirk said. "That he didn't buy those magazines and duct tape this morning."

"Kirk, I've always liked you," Dean replied with a smile on his face.

"This is bull!" Jess said to Dean. "You're saying that we are being shot at, because there is a real life Damien out there and he looks exactly like you?"

Dean took a breath, shifting his weight a little to get more comfortable, "Not Damien, Sam."

"Excuse me?" Rory asked.

"His name is Sam," Dean reiterated.

"There is really someone who looks like you?" Rory said carefully to which Dean nodded.

"And you got shot because of him?" Clara asked. "Why? And don't say the antichrist thing."

"It's a long story, but as you can see there are some people and other...'individuals' that don't like him too much," Dean explained.

"Are you sure that is the reason this 'person' wants you dead?" Emily asked, to which everybody looked at her. "Well, you all were thinking it. You have no idea what he's been doing since he moved away from here."

"Mom, not helping here," Lorelai said before she turned back to the injured young man in front of her. "Dean, if you are involved in something or if someone has decided to come after you, then maybe…I don't know how exactly, but maybe we can do something to help you?"

"Yeah, I'm sure we can figure something out," Rory said with a comforting smile.

Luke looked over at Lorelai and Rory; not exactly sure how reassuring Dean at that moment would help them deal with the fact that his place of business was presently being used as a target range. Especially, as all he could really focus on was the fact that his daughter was trapped in the apartment above them.

He looked at Dean, "Sure kid, we can do that."

"But, you have to tell us what is really going on, Dean," Rory said. "We have to let the police know why this guy started shooting at you."

"He told you, it's someone else this guy wants," Clara snapped as she sat beside her brother, "Someone called Sam."

"Clara, no one is saying that Dean isn't telling the truth," Rory said. "The guy shooting at us is clearly nuts."

"But, 'The Antichrist'? And Dean looks exactly like him?" Jess retorted. "Bag boy, you were in the diner with a guy this morning."

"No, I wasn't," Dean said as a small smile on his face, "That was Sam, and I'm guessing Dean was with him. As for the antichrist thing – it's complicated."

"Sam came into the diner with 'Dean'?" Rory asked confused. "Is that right?"

Dean sighed, "He's Sam's brother… and I know it makes this sound even more out there."

"This man who looks identical to you has a brother called 'Dean?'" Kirk turned to Lorelai. "Okay, I was wrong about it not being him with the other guy buying the magazines and tape. But he could be suffering from some type of psychotic break or suffering from some sort of multiple personality disorder? Extreme stress, such as that experienced in a situation such as this could cause that."

"My brother is not mad, if he says there is someone that looks like him then there is," Clara said, to which Dean mumbled some words of comfort to calm the scared girl.

"We're not saying that, Clara," Rory said as Clara glowered at the group in front of her as she curled a little closer into Dean's side.

"Right, you are saying that you didn't come into the diner this morning with that other guy?" Lorelai asked Dean.

Dean shook his head. "No, I didn't and that other guy you're talking about would probably have been Sam's brother and yes his name is Dean. I'm not making that up."

"So, although you seem to be involved in God alone knows what, you aren't gay?" Emily asked.

"Gay? Where did...?" Dean asked before his shoulders fell, "Oh, great... They got one room again, didn't they? So you guys thought..." He let out a hearty laugh. "Well, Dean does kind of over compensate, doesn't he?"

"I've never heard such rubbish in my life," Emily said, pulling out her cell to call 911 to find out where the police were.


They waited for a few minutes. Dean was pale but moving. The bullet had gone straight through his arm.

"We got to see if he's still out there," Luke said taking a breath.

Dean levered himself up a little, "You're right."

"Like you can move right now. I'll go see if it's safe," Jess said heading towards the door.

"No," Dean said shaking his head as started to try to get to his feet. "I brought this down on you guys."

"Like hell you are," Luke stated firmly. "Neither one of you two are going to try and stick your heads out there."

"No-one is going out there," Lorelai snapped grabbing Luke by the arm to stop him moving.

"Then what do you suggest we do? Just stay in here?" Luke asked.

"Cards? We could play gin?" Lorelai said. "What do you think?"

"Not gin. What about Go Fish?" Rory replied.

"Oh, Go Fish," Lorelai said. "I haven't played that in, Luke, when did I last play that?"

Dean shook his head as he turned to Luke and Jess. "Always did handle things weird, didn't they?"

"It beats one of you three trying to go out there and getting killed," Rory said, to which Lorelai agreed.

"It's Stockholm syndrome," Emily said to no one in particular. "They've all got Stockholm syndrome."

"Stockholm syndrome?" Jess asked.

"I don't think we can say we have anything like that," Rory said.

"I think she's right, Mom. Technically that is bonding with your hostage taker. Dean isn't holding us hostage."

"He has the gun," Emily said, pointing to the 9mm in Dean's hand.

"True, but it is the psycho in the bell tower that is shooting at us," Lorelai pointed out.

"It isn't us he wants," Luke pointed out.

"He's right," Dean said, finally standing up. "But, I told you it isn't really me this guy really wants, either."

"What? This antichrist of yours?"

Dean Forester smiled. "As I said it's complicated, but Sam's actually okay. Spends most of his time bailing his brother's ass out of trouble. Though, I could really do without the two of them."

"And there was me thinking we'd won a place in your heart," Dean Winchester said with a grin on his face as he stood in the doorway.