A religous man stands outside the hotel with a handful of pamphlets. He addresses a passerby while the Impala drives up.
"Hi. Good evening, brother. Is your soul rapture-ready?" The passerby ignores him. "Thank you, sir. God bless." The religious man addresses two passerby while the Impala stops in front of the hotel. "Good evening, folks. Is your soul rapture-ready? Because what I'd like to do is just show you exactly what God's love is for you." The two passerby ignore him. "Okay, God bless."
Dean gets out of the Impala and heads for the hotel. The religious man addresses him.
"Excuse me, friend, but have you taken time out to think about God's plan for you?"
Dean stops, looks at him, and says,"Too friggin' much, pal." Dean enters the hotel. The religious man watches him go.
Phone conversations between Castiel and Dean.
Dean
We're talking about the Colt, right? I mean, as in the Colt?
Castiel
We are.
Dean
Well, that doesn't make any sense. I mean, why would the demons keep a gun around that, uh, kills demons?
A car goes by Castiel.
Castiel: What? What? Did—I didn't—I didn't get that.
Dean laughs.
Dean
You know, it's kind of funny. Talking to a messenger of God on a cellphone. It's, you know, like watching a Hell's Angel ride a moped.
Castiel
This isn't funny, Dean. The voice says I'm almost out of minutes.
Dean
Okay, all right. I'm—I'm telling you, Cas, the mooks have melted down the gun by now.
Castiel
Well, I hear differently. And if it's true and if you are still set on the insane task of killing the devil, this is how we do it.
Dean
Okay. Where do we start?
Castiel
Where are you now?
Dean:
Kansas City.
Dean leans across the bed to grab his room key off the bedside table.
Dean
Century Hotel, room 113.
Castiel
I'll be there immediately.
Dean
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. No, no, come on, man. I just drove like sixteen hours straight, okay? I'm human. And there's stuff I got to do.
Castiel
What stuff?
Dean
Eat, for example. In this case, sleep. I just need like four hours once in a while, okay?
Castiel
Yes.
Dean
Okay, so, you can pop in tomorrow morning.
Castiel
Yes. I'll just—
Dean hangs up. Castiel hears a dial tone.
Castiel
—wait here, then.
Castiel stands at the side of the road.
Phone conversation with Sam and Dean
Dean is in bed. His phone vibrates; he answers it.
Dean
Damn it, Cas, I need to sleep!
Sam
Dean, it's me.
Dean
Sam? It's quarter past four.
Sam
This is important.
Dean gets a beer out of the fridge. Sam is driving.
Dean
So, you're his vessel, huh? Lucifer's wearing you to the prom?
Sam
That's what he said.
Dean
Just when you thought you were out, they pull you back in, huh, Sammy?
Sam
So, that's it? That's your response?
Dean
What are you looking for?
Sam
I don't know. A—a little panic? Maybe?
Dean
I guess I'm a little numb to the earth-shattering revelations at this point.
Sam
What are we gonna do about it?
Dean
What do you want to do about it?
Sam
I want back in, for starters.
Dean
Sam—
Sam
I mean it. I am sick of being a puppet to these sons of bitches. I'm gonna hunt him down, Dean.
Dean
Oh, so, we're back to revenge, then, are we? Yeah, 'cause that worked out so well last time.
Sam
Not revenge. Redemption.
Dean
So, what, you're just gonna walk back in and we're gonna be the dynamic duo again?
Sam
Look, Dean, I can do this. I can. I'm gonna prove it to you.
Dean
Look, Sam—it doesn't matter—whatever we do. I mean, it turns out that you and me, we're the, uh, the fire and the oil of the Armageddon. You know, on that basis alone, we should just pick a hemisphere. Stay away from each other for good.
Sam
Dean, it does not have to be like this. We can fight it.
Dean
Yeah, you're right. We can. But not together. We're not stronger when we're together, Sam. I think we're weaker. Because whatever we have between us—love, family, whatever it is—they are always gonna use it against us. And you know that. Yeah, we're better off apart. We got a better chance of dodging Lucifer and Michael and this whole damn thing, if we just go our own ways.
Sam:
Dean, don't do this.
Dean
Bye, Sam.
Dean hangs up.