"Lilith was the final seal." "I killed her, and I set, Lucifer free." "You sons of bitches jump-started judgement day!" "It's apocalypse now." "Raphael, where is he?" "God?" "He's dead, Castiel." " you know who I am." " Lucifer." " You're the one, Sam. you're my true vessel." " That'll never happen." "You're the, Michael sword." " What do you mean, I'm the sword?" " You're Michael's weapon." " I'm a vessel?" " You're the vessel." "Aaah!" "You got a trickster on your hands." "So, what is it..." "spirit, demon?" "More like demigods." "They're immortal, and they can create things out of thin air." "Usually with a sense of humour..." "deadly pranks." "Okay, another thing Bobby mentioned" "Was that these suckers have a real sweet tooth." "so this is fun for you?" "Killing, Dean over and over again?" "Sam, there's a lesson here." " What lesson?" " Dean's your weakness." "The bad guys know it, too." "He's gonna be the death of you, Sam." ""supernatural" is filmed before a live studio audience." "I'm gonna need a bigger mouth." "Hey, there, Sam." "what's happening?" "Oh, nothing." "Um... just the end of the world." "You're gonna need a bigger mouth." "Hey, uh... have you done your research yet?" "Oh, yeah." "All kinds of research." "all night." "Yeah?" "huh." "Oh, Dean..." "We have some more "research" to do." "Dean..." "Son of a bitch! Dr. Piccolo:" "Doctor..." "What are you watching?" "It's a hospital show." ""Dr. sexy, M.D." I think it's based on a book." "when did you hit menopause?" "It's called channel-surfing." "You ready?" "Are you?" "One more time..." "the F.B.I. is here why, exactly?" "Well, it might have something to do" "With one of your locals getting his head ripped off." "Bill Randolph died from a bear attack." "How sure are you that it was a bear?" "What else would it be?" "Well, whatever it was," "It chased Mr. Randolph through the woods," "Smashed through his front door, followed him up the stairs, and killed him in his bedroom." "Is that common..." "a bear doing all that?" "Depends how pissed off it is, I guess." "Look, the Randolph's lived way up in high country." "You got trout runs that'll make a grown man weep..." "And bears." "Right." "Now, what about Mrs. Randolph?" "The file says she saw the whole thing." "Yes, she did." "My heart goes out to that poor woman." "She said bear?" "Kathy Randolph went through a hell of a trauma." "She's confused." "What did she say?" "No." "I-it must have been a bear." "I-I mean, what else could it have been?" "Mrs. Randolph..." "What did you think it was?" "No." "I-I remember clearly now." "It was definitely a bear." "We're sure it was." "But see, it... it helps us to hear, uh, every angle." "So, just tell us what you thought you saw." "Well, it's impossible, but..." "I could have sworn I saw... the incredible Hulk." "The incredible Hulk." "I told you." "it's crazy." "You, um..." "Bana or Norton?" "Oh, no." "those movies were terrible." "The TV Hulk." "Lou Ferrigno?" "Yes." " Spiky-hair, Lou Ferrigno?" " Yes." "Huh." "Oh, you think I'm crazy." "No, uh..." "No, I-it's just..." "is..." "Is there, uh..." "Would there be any reason" "That, Lou ferrigno, the incredible hulk," "Um, would have a grudge against your husband?" "No." "No." "Hey." "Find anything?" "Well, uh, I saw the house." "And?" "And there is a giant 8-foot-wide hole" "Where the front door used to be." "Almost like..." "a hulk-sized hole." "Maybe." "what do you got?" "Well, it turns out that, Bill Randolph had quite the temper." "Uh, he's got two counts of spousal battery, bar brawls," "And court-ordered anger-management sessions." "You might say you wouldn't like him when he's angry." "So, a hothead getting killed by TV's greatest hothead." "Kind of sounds like just deserts, doesn't it?" "it's all starting to make sense." "How is it starting to make sense?" "Well, I found something else at the crime scene." "Candy wrappers." "Lots of 'em." "Just deserts, sweet tooth," "Screwing with people before you kill them." "We're dealing with the, Trickster, aren't we?" "Sure looks like." "Good." "Been wanting to gank that mother since mystery spot." "You sure?" "Yeah, I'm sure." "No, I mean, are you sure you want to kill him?" "Son of a bitch didn't think twice about icing me..." " A thousand times." " No." "I know." " I-I mean, I'm just saying." " What are you saying?" "If you don't want to kill him, then what?" " Talk to him." " What?" "Look, think about it, Dean." "He's one of the most powerful creatures we've ever met." "Maybe we can use him." "For what?" "Okay, Trickster's like a..." "like a, Hugh Hefner type, right?" "Wine, women, song." "Maybe he doesn't want the party to end." "I mean, maybe he hates this "angels and demons" stuff as much as we do." "Maybe he'll help us." " You're serious?" " Yeah." "Ally with the, Trickster?" "Yeah." "A bloody, violent monster..." "And you want to be face book friends with him?" "Nice, Sammy." "The world is gonna end, Dean." "We don't have the luxury of a moral stand." "I'm just saying, it's worth a shot. that's all." "If it doesn't work..." "we'll kill him." "How we gonna find the guy, anyway?" "Well, he never takes just one victim, right?" "He'll show." "Uh, dispatch?" "I got a possible 187 out here at the old paper mill on route 6." "Hey." "Roger that." "What are you looking at there, son?" "honestly, Walt, I wouldn't even know how to describe what I'm seeing." "Just, um, send everybody." "Al right, stay calm, stay by your car." "Helps on your way." "That sounds weird." "Weird enough to be our guy?" "There was a murder here..." "And there's no police cars... there's nobody." "How does that look to you?" "Crappy." "What the hell?" "Doctor." "Doctor." ""Doctor"? Doctor." "Ow!" " Seriously?" " What?" "Seriously, you're brilliant, you know that?" "And a coward." "you're a brilliant coward." "Uh, what are you talking about?" "As if you don't know." "I don't believe this." "What?" "That was Dr. Piccolo." "Who?" "Dr. Ellen Piccolo." "The sexy-yet-earnest doctor at..." "Seattle Mercy Hospital." "Uh, Dean..." "What the hell are you talking about?" "The doctor get ups." "the... the... the sexy interns." "The "seriouslys." it all makes sense." "What makes sense?" "what's going on?" "We're in "Dr. Sexy, E.M.D."" " Dude, what the hell?" " I don't know." " No, seriously." "What the hell?" " I don't know." "One theory." "Any theory." "Uh, the trickster trapped us in TV land." "That's your theory?" "that's stupid." "You're the one who said we're on "Dr. Sexy, M.D."" "Yeah, but TV land isn't TV land." "I mean, there's actors a-and lights and crew members." " You know?" "this looks real." " It can't be." "Dean, how can this possibly be real?" "I don't know." "all right?" "Oh, but there goes Dr. Wang," "The sexy-but-arrogant heart surgeon." "And there's, Johnny Drake." "Oh, he's not even alive." "he's a ghost in the mind of... of her, the sexy-but-neurotic doctor over there." "so, this show has ghosts?" "why?" "I don't know." "it is compelling." "I thought you said you aren't a fan." "I'm not." "I'm not." "Oh, boy." "What?" " It's him." " Who?" "It's him." "It's Dr. sexy." "Doctor." "Doctor." "Doctor." "Doctor." "You want to give me one good reason" "Why you defied my direct order" "To do the experimental face transplant on Mrs. Beale?" "One reason?" "Hmm?" "Sure." "You're not Dr. Sexy." "You're crazy." "Really?" "'cause I swore part of what makes Dr. Sexy, sexy" "Is the fact that he wears cowboys boots..." "Not tennis shoes." "Yeah, you're not a fan." "It's a guilty pleasure." "Call security." "Yeah, go ahead, pal." "see, we know what you are." "You guys are getting better." "Get us the hell out of here." "Or what?" "Don't see your wooden stakes, big guy." "That was you on the police scanner, right?" "this is a trick." "Hello-o-o?" "Trickster?" "Come on!" "I heard you two yahoos were in town." "How could I resist?" "where the hell are we?" "You like it?" "It's all home-made." "My own sets, my own actors." "Call it my own little idiot box." "How do we get out?" "That, my friend, is the $64 question." "Whatever." "We just..." "We need to talk to you." "we need your help." "Hmm." "Let me guess." "You two mutton heads broke the world, and you want me to sweep up your mess?" "Please." "Just five minutes." "hear us out." "Sure." "Tell you what." "Survive the next 24 hours, we'll talk." "Survive what?" "The game." "What game?" "You're in it." "How do we play?" "You're playing it." "What are the rules?" "Oh, son of a bitch." "Dr. Sexy?" "Dr. Sexy?" "paging Dr. Sexy." "report to the E.R." "Oh, by the way..." "talking with monsters?" "Hell of a plan." "Just..." "What do we do now?" "You know what I'm doing?" "Leaving." "Lady... what the hell?" "You are a brilliant, brilliant..." "Yeah, a coward." "you already said that." "But I got news for you." "I am not a doctor." "Don't say that." "You are the finest Cerebrovascular Neurosurgeon" "I have ever met..." "and I have met plenty." "So that girl died on your table." "It wasn't your fault." "it wasn't anybody's fault." "Sometimes people just die." "I have no idea what you're saying to me." "You're afraid." "You're afraid to operate again, and you're afraid to love." "Yeah, we're getting out of here." "Hey, doctor." "Yes?" "My wife needs that face transplant." "Okay." "You know what, pal?" "None of this is real, okay?" "And your wife doesn't need, Jack squat." "Okay? Hey, doctor." "Ugh! Real!" "it's real!" "No, no, no. ohh!" "No, no, no, no, no!" "hey!" "We need a doctor! B.P. is 80 over 50..." "and dropping." "Doctor?" "What? Sam, do something." "come on." "I don't know how to use any of this crap." "Figure it out!" "Sam!" "come on." "I'm waiting." "Okay, um, I need a..." "Penknife, some dental floss," "A sewing needle, and a fifth of whiskey." "Stat! We okay?" "how's it looking?" "Yep." "You'll be fine." "Let's play, "Nut-Cracker"!" "Sam Winchester..." "Countdown." "What?" "Uh..." " What am I supposed to say?" " You think I know?" "Uh, I-I don't..." "I don't understand, uh, Japanese." "Is he screwing with me?" "I-I-I-I-I can't speak, Japanese..." "Ruby." "I'm sorry, Sam Winchester." "Sorry?" "Sorry for what?" "Dean." "Ohhh!" "Whoa! "Nut-Cracker"!" "Whoa! "Nut-Cracker"!" "Sam?" "yeah?" "!" "Hello, Chikato-San?" "Hai?" "You okay?" "Now what?" "Cass?" "Is this another trick?" "It's me." "Uh, what are you doing here?" "Us?" "What are you doing here?" "Looking for you." "You've been missing for days." "So get us the hell out of here, then." "Let's go." "Cass." "No, no, no, no." "Mr. Trickster does not like pretty-boy angels." "Hmm?" "Dean Winchester..." "Countdown." "What do I do?" "What do I do?" "I don't want to get hit in the nuts." "I-I know." "Uh, uh..." " J-just, um... wait." " What?" "!" " I played a doctor." " What?" "!" " In... in "Dr. Sexy." I played a doctor." "I operated." " So?" "So, I played the role the, Trickster wanted me to play." "May... maybe we just have to go along with it." " Go along with what?" " With the game." "I mean, we're on a game show, right?" "So, just answer the question." " In, Japanese?" " Yeah." " I don't know Japanese!" " Try!" "Damn it!" "Dean Winchester..." ""Nut-Cracker", Champion!" "How did you do that!" "I have no idea." "So, that's it." "We play our roles, we survive." "Yeah." "Play our roles for how long?" "Good question." "I've got genital herpes." "I've got genital herpes." "Seriously?" "Hey, you're the one who said play our roles." " So, uh..." " Yeah, right." "I've got genital herpes." "I tried to be responsible." "Did I try." "But now I take twice-daily, Herpexia" "To reduce my chances of passing it on." "Ask your doctor about using, Herpexia." "patients should always consult with a physician before using Herpexia." "possible side effects include headache, diarrhoea, permanent erectile dysfunction, thoughts of suicide, and nausea." "I am doing all I can" "To slightly lessen the spread of..." "Of... genital herpes." "And that's a good thing." "We now return to, Supernatural." "Son of a bitch!" "I am really, really very sorry," "But..." "We've got some work to do." "But we did do work...." "In depth." "How long do we have to keep doing this?" "I don't know." "Maybe forever?" "We might die in here." "How is that funny?" "Vultures." "You okay?" " I don't have much time." " What happened?" " I got out." " From where?" "Listen to me." "something is not right." "This thing is much more powerful than it should be." " What thing... the, Trickster?" " If it is a, Trickster." "What do you mean?" "Hello!" "Thank you!" "Thank you." "Stop." "Hi, Castiel." " You know him?" " Where did you just send him?" "Relax." "He'll live." "Umm..." "Maybe." "You know what, I'm done with the monkey dance, okay?" "We get it." "Yeah?" "get what, hotshot?" "Playing our roles, right?" "that's your game?" " That's half the game." " What's the other half?" "Play your roles out there." "What's that supposed to mean?" "You know..." "Sam, starring as, Lucifer." "Dean, starring as, Michael." "Your celebrity death match." "play your roles." "You want us to say yes to those sons of bitches?" "Hells, yeah." "let's light this candle!" "We do that, the world will end." "Yeah?" "and whose fault is that?" "Who popped, Lucifer out of the box, hmm?" "Look, it's started." "You started it." "It can't be stopped." "So, let's get it over with." "Heaven or hell..." "which side you on?" "I'm not on either side." "Yeah, right." "You're grabbing ankle for, Michael or, Lucifer." "Which one is it?" "You listen to me, you arrogant dick." "I don't work for either of those S.O.B.s, believe me." "Hmm." "Oh, you're somebody's bitch." "Don't you ever, ever presume to know what I am." "Now, listen very closely." "Here's what's gonna happen." "You're gonna suck it up, accept your responsibilities," "And play the roles that destiny has chosen for you." "And if we don't?" "Then you'll stay here in TV land..." "Forever." "300 channels and, uh, nothings on." "Oh, come on." "So, what do you think?" "What do I think?" "I think go screw yourself, that's what I think." "Uh, can you give us a sec, please?" "Thanks." " You got to calm down." " Calm down?" "I am wearing sunglasses at night." "You know who does that?" "No-talent douche bags." "I hate this game." "I hate that we're in a procedural cop show." "And you want to know why?" "Because I hate procedural cop shows!" "There's like 300 of them on television." "They're all the freakin' same." "It's, "ooh, a plane crashed here." Oh, shut up!" " Hey." " What?" "Check out sweet tooth over there." "Think that's him?" "Just, uh, follow my lead." "You, uh, you okay?" "Yeah." "What do we got?" "Well, aside from the ligature marks around his neck," "He has what appears to be" "A roll of quarters jammed down his throat." "Well, I say..." "Jackpot." "Hmm." "Also..." "There was a stab wound to the lower abdomen there." "Well, I say..." "No guts, no glory." "Get that guy a..." "Tums." "Gutter ball." "That's a good one, guys." "Ha ha!" "You got the wrong guy, idiot." "Did we?" "I'm worried, man..." "What that S.O.B. did to, Cass." "You know, where is he?" "Sam?" "Where are you?" "It's Sam." "Leave me a message." "Sam, it's me." "Where the hell did you go?" "Dean?" "Sam?" "Where are you?" "I don't know." "Oh, crap." "I don't think we killed the, Trickster." "Okay, stake didn't work." " So, what?" "this another trick?" " I don't know." "Maybe the stake didn't work because it's not a, Trickster." " What do you mean?" " I mean, you heard, Cass." "He said this thing was too powerful to be a, Trickster." "Yeah, and did you notice the way he looked at, Cass?" "Almost like he knew him." "and how pissed he got, when you brought up Michael and Lucifer." " Son of a bitch." " What?" "I think I know what we're dealing with." " Dean?" " What?" "That, um, feels really uncomfortable." "Oww." "You sure this is gonna work?" "No, but I have no other ideas." "All right, you son of a bitch!" "Uncle!" "We'll do it!" "Should I honk?" "Wow." "Sam, get a load of the rims on you." "Eat me." "Okay, boys, ready to go quietly?" "Whoa, whoa, whoa." "Not so fast." "Nobody's going anywhere until, Sam has opposable thumbs." "What's the difference?" "Satan's gonna ride his ass one way or another." "Happy?" "Tell me one thing." "Why didn't the stake kill you?" "I am the, Trickster." "But maybe you're not." "Maybe you've always been an angel." "A what?" "!" "Somebody slip a mickey in your power shake, kid?" "I'll tell you what." "You just jump out of the holy fire, and we'll call it our mistake." "Well played, boys." "Well played." "Where'd you get the holy oil?" "Oh, you might say we pulled it out of, Sam's ass." "Where'd I screw up?" "You didn't." "Nobody gets the jump on, Cass like you did." "Mostly, it was the way you talked about, Armageddon." "Meaning?" "Well, call it personal experience." "Nobody gets that angry unless they're talking about their own family." "So, which one are you?" "Grumpy, Sneezy, or Douchey?" "Gabriel, okay?" "They call me, Gabriel." "Gabriel?" "The Archangel?" "Guilty." "Okay, Gabriel." "How does an Archangel become a, Trickster?" "My own private witness protection." "I skipped out of heaven, had a face transplant," "Carved out my own little corner of the world..." "Till you two screwed it all up." "And what did daddy say when you ran off and joined the pagans?" "Daddy doesn't say anything about anything." "Then what happened?" "Why'd you ditch?" "Well, do you blame him?" "I mean, his brothers are heavyweight douche-nozzles." "Shut your cake hole." "You don't know anything about my family." "I loved my father." "My brothers..." "love them." "But watching them turn on each other?" "Tear at each other's throats?" "I couldn't bear it, okay?" "!" "So I left." "And now it's happening all over again." "Then help us stop it." "It can't be stopped." "You want to see the end of the world?" "I want it to be over!" "I have to sit back and watch my own brothers kill each other, thanks to you two!" "Heaven, Hell..." "I don't care who wins!" "I just want it to be over!" "Well, it doesn't have to be like that." "There has to be some way to... to pull the plug." "Oh, you do not know my family." "What you guys call the apocalypse" "I used to call Sunday dinner." "That's why there's no stopping this..." "Because this isn't about a war." "It's about two brothers that loved each other and betrayed each other." "You think you'd be able to relate." "What are you talking about?" "You sorry sons of bitches." "Why do you think you two are the vessels?" "Think about it." "Michael... the big brother," "Loyal to an absent father." "And Lucifer..." "the little brother," "Rebellious of daddy's plan." "You were born to this, boys." "It's your destiny!" "It was always you!" "As it is in heaven..." "So it must be on earth." "One brother has to kill the other." "What the hell are you saying?" "Why do you think I've always taken such an interest in you?" "Because from the moment" "Dad flipped on the lights around here," "We knew it was all gonna end with you." "Always." "No." "That's not gonna happen." "I'm sorry..." "But it is." "Guys, I wish this were a TV show." "Easy answers, endings wrapped up in a bow." "But this is real." "And it's gonna end bloody for all of us." "That's just how it's got to be." "So... boys." "Now what?" "Stare at each other for the rest of eternity?" "Well, first of all, you're gonna bring, Cass back from wherever you stashed him." "Oh, am I?" "Yeah." "Or we're going to dunk you in some holy oil and deep-fry ourselves an Archangel." "Cass, you okay?" "I'm fine." "Hello, Gabriel." "Hey, bro." "How's the search for daddy going?" "Let me guess." "Awful." "Okay, we're out of here." "Come on, Sam." "Okay." "Hey... guys?" "So... so, what?" "Huh?" "You're just gonna... you're gonna leave me here forever?" "No." "We're not." "'cause we don't screw with people the way you do." "And for the record..." "This isn't about some prizefight between your brothers, or some destiny that can't be stopped!" "This is about you being too afraid to stand up to your family!" "Don't say I never did anything for you." "All that stuff he was spouting in there, you think he was telling the truth?" "I think he believes it." "So, what do we do?" "I don't know." "I'll tell you one thing right about now, I wish I was back on a TV show." "Yeah, me too." "Edited by Scooby"