You can't just look me in the face and tell me you're fine.
You're not sleeping, you drink for the record. Just be honest with me.
How are those the actions of someone who knows they did the right thing?
You lied to me, and you killed my friend.
Killing Amy was not wrong. You couldn't do it, so I did.
You know,I can't even be around you right now.
You might as well bite the bullet and work with me on this one.
- I don't know if I can. - I'm just saying, let's try and stop the killings.
- That's your stuff. - Yeah. Yeah. I figured we' take one car.
Look, you know what. You were right, about Amy.
I get why you did it. You were just trying to make sure no else got hurt.
"Supernatural."
- You're saying this is a book? - Books. It was a series.
Didn't sell a lot of copies, though.
Chuck,I am your number-one fan.
But I know that "Supernatural" is just a book, okay?
- Becky, it's all real. - I knew it!
- You okay, lady? - Is it really you?
- Can you... Quit touching me? - No.
Okay, you won't believe it. People think I just say it to get a bigger tip.
- Try me. Fine. - I'm in grad school.
See? Okay? There's a look. Okay? Stop.
No, this is my "I dig smart chicks" look.
Now, if they,uh, if they wore that,I...
I wouldn't have dropped out of school.
So, what's your deal?
- My deal? - Yeah. Okay?
You came in here looking like somebody shot your puppy.
Well, things are looking up now that your shift's over.
All right.
Uh, here's the deal. I have this friend.
He's got this younger brother. Right?
Cannon's a little loose.
You know, his reactor blew a while back. It's not good.
My friend... he's, uh...
He's kind of been sitting, waiting to see if he goes guano again.
- And I assume it just hit the fan? - Well, that's the thing. It didn't.
The kid's all reasonable now, considering he's crazy.
Well, he's... I mean, he's not crazy. He...
he's starting to seem like things might be getting a little better.
- Well, that's a good thing, right? - It's a freakin' miracle. Except...
When it happens during their, uh...
Their sacred annual pilgrimage to Vegas...
And he goes off on some granola-munching hike in the desert by himself.
- Well, maybe he just needs some time alone. - Yeah.
We all need to face ourselves sometime.
Maybe he does.
Wasn't talking about him.
Excuse me.
Speak of the devil.
He's four blocks away?
See? Baby bro needs you after all.
Dean.
It's okay. You won't need that. Come on.
I thought you were out,uh, becoming one with the land or some crap.
You got to... come here. All right.
Now...
Hi. What is this?
Uh,apparently,uh, pink is for loyalty.
All right,so, what's the pretext? What are we... uh, wedding crashers, huh?
- We lookin' for some kind of siren or what? - No. Nothing like that.
All right, um... So,a little sudden.
But life is short, so I'll keep this shorter.
I'm in love.
And I'm getting married.
Say something,like,uh, like,"congratulations," for example.
What?
What the hell?
- Becky? - Dean.
I'm so glad you're here.
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Shouldn't she ask for my permission or something?
Y-you want her to ask for my hand?
How in the... How did this happen?
Short version? We... we... we met.
We ate and... and talked and fell in love.
And, you know, here we are.
Yeah,I-I guess I'm all caught up. That's...
okay. You know what? Ignoring everything...
Have you forgotten the average life-span of your hookups?
- Yeah, but... - but if anyone knows that, it's me.
I mean,I read every book.
So, open eyes, you know? Open eyes.
I'm gonna be sick.
Dean,look, it's simple.
I-if something good's happening,I-I got to jump on it... now,today, period.
Okay,"Dead Poets Society." Fine.
No offense... did you make sure she's even really...
Salt, holy water, everything.
See? Not a monster.
Just the right girl for your brother. That's it.
- The bill. - I got it.
You two do your brother thing.
Really? Superfan ninety-nine?
Dean, look. Honest to God,I-I had the exact same opinion of her as you do.
But when we got past the whole book thing,
I found out t-that she's great and I was the dick.
Yeah, you know, speaking of the whole,uh, book thing...
Becky randomly shows up during Vegas week?
- Yeah. - Yeah.
- Okay,um, what are you trying to say? - I'm saying maybe she knew you were gonna be here.
- Maybe,uh,uh,uh, Chuck wrote about it. - Dean, you're paranoid.
And you're in love? It's been four days, man!
You know what, Dean? You know what? Um, how about this?
Becky and I are gonna go up to her place in Delaware.
Um, why don't you try and wrap your dome around this, get a little supportive,
then give us a call?
"First official Tweet
as Mrs. Becky Rosen-Winchester."
Bobby. Hey,I know you're,uh, beard-deep in that Oregon nest.
I am headed to Delaware to do a little snoop around.
Sam is there with his wife.
That's right. You heard me. His wife.
Call me.
I thought we just ate.
Quick stop.
Well, is that my fault? I told you we had tickets 11 times.
- Hi, Jocelyn. - Let me call you back.
Just get a sitter. It's not calculus.
Yes. Can I help you?
It's Becky. Becky Rosen.
"Yechie Becky."
Long time ago. Yechie Becky.
Well, you look just the same, don't you?
I'm here to R.S.V.P. for the reunion, if it's not too late.
No,no, there is always room for one more.
Actually...
It's Rosen-Winchester.
So mark me down "plus one."
"Jocelyn Caruso roasted."
- Hi, guy! - You're back!
- How was Vegas? - It was awesome!
Really? Really?
Guy... Meet my husband... Sam.
Hey.
- It's an honor to meet you, Sam. - Thanks. You too.
Guy's a really good friend.
We met in the erotic horror section at the novel hovel.
Oh, my God, Becky. Come on!
T.M.I. Poor guy's just met me.
No, it's okay. Nice to meet you.
Look, any friend of Becky's...
Anyway,I should,uh, get back to it, or this party's not gonna happen, right?
Sure.
Guy's an event planner. Reunion season is very busy for him.
Hold on one sec?
One more thing. You get my message?
Of course. I thought you'd never ask.
Give me a hug.
I swear, if everyone had a Wiccan in their pocket, the world would be a happier place.
It is nothing.
Blessed be, sweetie.
- Y-you look n-nice. - Thanks!
I was, you know... Saving it.
- To us. - To us.
Sam? Are you okay?
Sammy,honey, what's wrong?
Becky? W-why am I... What am I doing here?
We're celebrating, Dear. Remember?
Yeah,yeah, of course. To us.
Feeling better, honey?
Now that I'm with you.
Me being supportive.
Congratulations to you and the missus.
Thanks.
It's a waffle iron. Nonstick.
Yeah, you just,uh, you know... I actually don't know how to use it.
Are we good? Good,'cause I'm sniffing a case in this town.
The score is... Guy wins Powerball,
gets squished by a truck... Second guy
went from the bench to the Majors.
Oh, and one week later, his face was the catcher's mitt, huh?
Our first thought was crossroads demons,
but there's that 10-year time frame on collecting souls.
Then there's cursed object, like in "Bad day at Black Rock,"
but we haven't been able to connect the vics yet.
You're working this case... Together?
Yeah. I know. Right?
I mean,I guess all those Chuck Shurley books paid off.
All right,listen, Cookie,I don't know what kind of mojo you're working,
but, believe me,I will find out.
Dean, that's... my wife you're talking to.
You're not even acting like yourself, Sam!
- How am I not? - You married Becky Rosen!
What are you saying? I'm a witch?
Or maybe I'm a siren.
Ever occur to you we're just... I don't know... happy?
Come on, Sam!
Guy wins the lotto, guy hits the bigs.
All right,obviously,uh, people's dreams are coming true in this town.
Don't you think this is a little bit of a coincidence?
You know what, Dean? What Becky and I have is real.
And if you can't accept that, that's your problem, not ours.
Or maybe she's part of it.
Because for whatever reason, you're her dream.
If you really do care about her,I'd be worried.
Because people who do get their little fantasies or whatever seem to end up dead pretty quick.
You know,I went after her, Dean. Maybe that's what's bugging you...
that I'm moving on with my life.
I mean, you took care of me, and that's great.
But I don't need you anymore.
I don't want another hunter, Bobby. Why can't you do it?
Fine. What's his name?
Hey.
I got you a present.
His and hers fake I.D.?
Here. Check this out.
"Junior salesman leapfrogs to C.E.O. at Mutual Freedom Insurance."
You think the C.E.O. is a lead?
Uh, Becky?
This is...
Beautiful.
So, what do you think about the C.E.O.?
Let's go pretext him!
Hey. You Dean?
I thought you'd be taller.
I assume Bobby filled you in on the road.
He told me two things.
One, he's tangling with a major-league nest up in Oregon territory.
Numero dos, he said you'd be all,
uh, surly and premenstrual working with me.
But,hey,man, sticks and stones.
Think I found a case. Check the headline.
First thing's first.
Oh,Marmaduke, you're crazy!
Are you trying to humiliate me?
It's Marsha with an "s-h-a," not a "c-i-a."
Thanks again.
- Hey, is that your... - Yes.
Awkward.
Hi.
Okay.
- So...
So,uh, no point in going in. Guy's clean.
- You sure? - Yeah. Positive.
Becky grilled him like a pro. She's a real natural.
W-what's with the scrawny guy?
Temp.
Throw a rock, hit a reporter these days, eh?
Well, your story's a big deal over at the,uh, the Actuarial Insider.
Go ahead. Shoot.
All right. Uh... How'd you get the gig?
Board came to me, asked. Said yes.
- Just out of the blue? - Pretty much.
And,uh, any idea how the board landed on you over your supervisors?
Um, they didn't say.
Could you tell us what specifically excited the board about your actual qualifications?
Say,fellas, what's with the third degree?
Oh,uh, no offense. We were just wondering if you got here by nefarious means.
Garth!
Uh,I-I didn't mean, of course,uh, corporate backstabbing...
I'm sorry. I meant more like,uh, you know, black magic or hoodoo.
He jokes. He's a...
he's a jokester. Let's,uh, rewind.
Why don't,uh, why don't you tell us what it felt like
when your big dream came true?
Look, on the record, it's great.
- Off the record? - It's not my big dream.
Wait. You didn't want this job?
Hell, no. I'm a sales guy.
I was good in sales.
Your secretary's an idiot. I'll be at the printers this afternoon.
All right, dear. See you at dinner.
Just have the idiot make a reservation.
Here's a tip... remind her she works for the C.E.O.
One more screw-up, she's fired.
Your,uh, wife seems pretty stoked on the promotion, don't she?
Honestly,I've never seen her happier.
I have no idea how I'm gonna tell her I have to resign.
- The news is just gonna... - Kill her?
- Mrs. Burrows? Hi. - Can I help you?
Yes,we're,uh, we're doing a story on your husband's promotion. Wanted to ask you a few questions.
I'm sorry. I can't today. If you schedule it with his girl...
Okay, you know what? I'm trying to save you from a really bad accident.
- Are you threatening me? - No.
No,I-I'm pointing out a pattern. Why do people keep thinking I'm threatening them?
Because it sounded exactly like a threat, dude.
Look, for your own good, what did you do to get him promoted?
I have no idea what you're talking about.
Now leave me alone. Or do I have to call security?
No,no,no, something's not adding up.
I'm sure we'll get a break.
"As soon as we're done working,
romantic honeymoon getaway."
Bring the damn car around.
I'm not walking five blocks in my heels.
You okay?
How did you know?
'Cause you're not the first. Come on.
You want to tell us what's up here?
I was having lunch with friends.
This guy heard me bitching.
- Next thing I know, he's making me an offer. - An offer?
Craig's job for my soul.
I know. Hilarious. I mean, what have I got to lose?
Well, there's your soul.
What kind of demon deal is this? Timeline's wack.
- What are you talking about? "Demon"? - Let me back up here.
You made a deal with a demon in exchange for your everlasting.
Except those are 10-year contracts. Why's the bill coming due so fast?
I don't know, but I got a bad feeling about who's next. We got to find Sam, pronto.
All right, all right, all right. Uh, here's the plan.
I drop this lady at my cousin's. He'll stop anything trying to get her.
We,uh, find Sam, hopefully fix this,
everybody's home in time for "America's Got Talent."
Now, you... you'll be living with a triracial paraplegic sniper until this all blows over, okay?
Guy, where are you? We need to meet up, fast!
I'm losing Sam.
Becky... W-what's... what's happening?
Don't you remember? We're married.
Oh,g... I'm calling Dean.
Sam, do you feel concussion-y? How many fingers am I holding up?
Where am I? What the hell's going on?
Sam... Just calm down.
Calm down? You hogtied me t...
Becky, why... why am I not wearing any pants?
They're very constricting.
Don't worry. I didn't do anything weird.
- I was helping. - Let me go. Now!
Are you thirsty? Or do you need a bottle... To, you know, tinkle?
It's okay if you do. I can help.
- Finally! - Wait. What? Wait.
Becky? Becky. Hey,hey, don't! Don't! Becky!
- Where have you been? - I got your messages.
- Problem? - Big problem.
I'm at my parents' cabin.
I've got Sam tied to a bed. I'm out of elixir.
I need a refill, okay?
This isn't the honeymoon I had in mind.
Well, some of it is, but not in this context.
And is it just me, or is this stuff wearing off faster and faster?
Becky... Breathe.
Do you know we haven't even consummated our marriage?
We were taking it slow 'cause true love is forever,
but everything just feels weird now.
All right. Meet me in an hour.
So you dosed me with a love potion.
- How... - Thin walls.
Look... Yes,I used a social lubricant to...
You roofied me!
A roofie? I'd never.
We had a great time together. You were happy.
Oh, yeah. I'm thrilled.
I have to go.
You know your pal guy is the one icing all those people, right?
No, he's not.
- Oh, so he's not a witch? - No.
He's just a wiccan.
Wiccans are good, like Glinda of Oz.
You're not this stupid, Becky.
Whatever is killing people...
- It's something else. - It's never something else.
When are there ever two crazy things in town at the same time?
Guy's the creep, and you're on his list.
No. He's my friend.
No, he's your dealer.
Look,I don't know how much he's charging you for that Spanish fly...
Nothing! He gives it to me.
And he said it wouldn't even work unless you already loved me, deep down.
It just activates it.
So you think I love you?
- Deep, deep down? - Then untie me.
No. No!
You're still working through your emotions.
I love you, too!
On the table, next to the nametags.
Guy.
Why don't you take a seat?
Tough day?
Okay.
We can cut right to it if you like.
- Let's talk price. - What?
Well, we're a little past the freebie stage, don't you think?
But I thought we were besties.
Ohh, honey.
That is so depressingly "Becky." I mean, it's...
you're so pathetic, it actually loops back around again to cute.
Okay. You want me to pay, fine.
Do you accept personal checks?
No. But I will take your soul.
- You're a crossroads demon. - Bingo, bango!
I love reunions. The desperation!
These schlubs will sign on the dotted line for money,power, hair...
whatever it takes to impress the nostalgically bangable head cheerleader.
Sam was right. You killed those people.
But for legal reasons, let's just say they had... unfortunate accidents.
So, what,I hand over my soul, and the next day a piano falls on my head?
No,I'd never do that to you. I promise.
- I'm not stupid. - But you are special.
I am?
I wasn't thrilled to see your new hubby was Sam freakin' Winchester.
I mean, if he knew that I was here talking to you,I mean, he'd probably...
- Gank your ass. - Yes!
And I'm very protective of my ass. It's one of my best features.
Becky,I'm prepared to offer you a one-time-only deal.
Not 10 years. 25
No pianos, guaranteed.
Just Sam.
For my soul.
And your promise to not breathe a word about this to the Winchesters,
and I'll be on my merry way.
No one gets a deal like this, Becky.
Not Kings, not Popes.
I snap my fingers, and Sam will love you for the rest of your life.
I think I'll have that drink now.
Anything?
she's got 11 Twitter... Ers.
Last post... "Going on romantic trip with hubster!"
Three exclamation points. I guess she got excited.
- That look romantic to you? - Oh,hell, no.
But I got this thing about fish.
Dead eyes, man.
Well...
This is not how I imagined spending my reunion.
I was gonna show you off...
not that anyone actually knows who you are.
"Supernatural" is not exactly popular, but...
You're tall... and nice and...
they'd all think I was happy.
You're mad. I get it.
But... Can we talk?
I know you don't love me. I know what I am, okay?
I'm a loser.
In school, in life.
- Guess that's why I like you so much. - What?
I mean, not that you're a loser,
but you had that whole character arc about being a freak, and...
I can relate.
Honestly...
The only place people understood me was the message boards.
They were grumpy and overly literal, but at least we shared a common passion.
And I'll take it, you know?
Then I met you guys... the real Sam and Dean.
And I started dating Chuck.
And everything was... Amazing.
But you left, and Chuck dumped me.
I think I intimidated him with my vibrant sexuality.
I just want someone who loves me for me!
Is that too much to ask?
What?
If you want somebody to love you for you, maybe don't drug them.
But I want you!
And this is the only way!
Becky.
Becky, you're better than this.
That's sweet, but... I'm not so sure.
Becks! You missed the party.
Yeah. Well... Weird night.
So, what are we thinking?
Okay.
I'm in.
- You're making the right choice. - I know.
So... We seal the deal with a kiss?
Exactly. Pucker up, sweetheart.
I'm not your sweetheart!
Blueberry vodka. The answer to all of life's problems.
You see that, Sam? I did it just like we said!
I am awesome! I... I'll be over here.
Dean Winchester. This is really thrilling.
Hey, can I have your autograph?
Sure.
Yeah,I'll,uh, carve it into your spleen.
So, how you running your little scam?
how do you mean, Dean?
Signing 10-year deals, snuffing 'em that week.
Well,I would never. No.
Rules of the road... can't lay a hair on any of my clients.
Right. So how you cheating it?
I'm not a cheater. I'm an innovator.
It's called a loophole, you moron.
Yes, when a person bargains away his soul, he gets a decade, technically.
But accidents happen.
So you're arranging "accidents" and collecting early?
Oh, please. White gloves.
I don't get my hands dirty.
That's why it's important to have a capable intern.
What time did I ask you to be here?
Exorcizamus te, omnis...
Becky... Run!
- How many deals you got cooking in this town, Madoff? - 15
Yeah,well, call them off, or I'll cut my own loophole in your throat.
Oh, crap.
Yeah, you said it. You're in a world...
Hello, boys.
Oh, crap.
Sam, mazel tov. Who's the lucky lady?
You're Crowley!
And you're...
I'm sure you have a wonderful personality, dear.
Ah, another step, and I'll Colombian necktie your little friend here.
Please, don't let him get off that easy.
Sir,I don't think that you...
I know exactly what you've been doing.
A little birdie named Jackson sold you out,
e-mailed all the juicy deets to my suggestion box.
I assume... That's my whistle-blower?
Shame. Had a future.
Unfortunately, you don't.
- I was just... - there's only one rule...
make a deal, keep it.
Well, technically,I didn't...
there's a reason we don't call our chits in early... consumer confidence.
This isn't Wall Street! This is hell!
We have a little something called integrity.
This gets out, who'll deal with us? Nobody!
Then where are we?
- I don't know. - That's right. You don't.
Because you're a stupid, shortsighted little prat.
Now, hand the jackass over. I'll cancel every deal he's made.
- What are you gonna do with him? - Make an example of him.
Fair trade, right?
We all go our separate ways. No harm done.
What, out of the goodness of your heart?
Years of demons nipping at your heels, haven't seen one for months.
- Wonder why? - We've been a little busy.
Hunting Leviathan... yes,I know.
That's why I told my lads to stay clear of you meatheads.
- So, what do you know about... - too much.
You met that dick yet?
Smuggest tub of goo since Mussolini.
I hate the bastards.
Squash 'em all, please.
I'll stay clear.
Rip up the contracts first.
Done... And done.
Your turn.
No,no,no, no. Let...
Pleasure, gentlemen.
What'd I miss?
It... It wasn't all bad, right?
Okay,y-you did save my life, and for that, thanks.
So,I'll see you again?
Yeah, probably not.
Becky, look.
You're not a loser, okay?
You're a good person,a-and you've got...
A lot of...
E-energy.
So, you know, just do your thing,
whatever that is, and the right guy will find you.
No. No.
Well, buddy,I got to say, man... you, uh...
You don't suck.
Thank you.
That's the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me.
Well...
Oh. Yeah.
All right, that's... thank you.
Take care.
Aw, you made a friend.
Look,man, uh...
When I was all dosed up,I-I said some crap.
Oh, you mean, she... she wasn't your soul mate?
Shut up.I mean,
I do need you watching my back. Obviously.
Yeah,when,uh, crazy groupies attack.
You know what I mean.
You know,I got to say, man...
For a wackjob, you really pulled it together.
That's the nicest thing anyone's said to me.
Look, don't be too impressed, man.
It's still a Denver scramble up here. I just know my way around the plate now.
I'm just saying.
It's stupid to think that you need me around all the time.
- You're a grown-up. - Right.
You're a hike-in-the-desert, hippie-douche grown-up.
Dude,I was camping. You camp.
Yeah, whatever. Hippie.
You know what, though? Seriously? It might be nice.
What?
I mean, you basically have been looking out for me your whole life.
Now you finally get to take care of yourself.
About time, huh?
Yeah. Right.
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