Supernatural (TV Series)

Yellow Fever (2008)

Jensen Ackles: Dean Winchester

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• [Sam opens the locker. A cat that was hiding inside meows] 

  Dean Winchester : [Shrieks] 

  [Breathes Heavily] 

  Dean Winchester : That was scary!

• Dean Winchester : I mean, come on, Sam. What are we doing?

  Sam Winchester : We're hunting a ghost.

  Dean Winchester : A ghost, exactly. Who does that?

  Sam Winchester : Us.

  Dean Winchester : Us, right. And that, Sam, that is exactly why our lives suck. I mean come on, we hunt monsters. What the hell? I mean, normal people, they see a monster and they run, but not us. No, no, no we-we search out things that want to kill us, yeah, huh, or eat us. You know who does that? Crazy people. We are insane. You know, and then there's the-the-the bad diner food. And-and the-the skeevy motel rooms. And then the truck stop waitress with the bizzare rash. I mean who wants this life Sam? Huh? Seriously? I mean do you actually like being stuck in a car with me eight hours a day, every single day? I don't think so. I mean, I drive too fast and I listen to the same five albums over and over and over again and-and-and I sing along, I'm annoying, I know that. And you, you're gassy. You eat half a burrito and you get toxic. I mean, you know what?

  [throws keys to Sam] 

  Dean Winchester : You can forget it.

  Sam Winchester : Whoa, Dean. Where are you going?

  Dean Winchester : Stay away from me, Sam. Okay? 'Cause I am done with it. I'm done with the monsters and the-the hellhounds and the ghost sickness and the damn apocalypse! I'm out. I'm done. I quit.

• Dean Winchester : [Looks at the mill apprehensively]  I'm not going in there.

  Sam Winchester : I need backup, and you're all I've got. You're going in, Dean.

  Dean Winchester : [Takes a drink of whiskey]  Let's do this. It is a little spooky, isn't it?

  [Sam hands Dean a gun] 

  Dean Winchester : Oh, I'm not carrying that. It could go off. I'll man the flashlight.

  Sam Winchester : You do that.

• Sam Winchester : How're you feeling, by the way?

  Dean Winchester : Fine.

  Bobby Singer : You sure, Dean? 'Cause this line of work can get awful scary.

  Dean Winchester : I'm fine. What, you wanna go hunt? I'll hunt. I'll kill anything.

  Sam Winchester : Aww...

  Bobby Singer : He's adorable.

• Sam Winchester : [upon finding Dean in the parking lot of the hotel]  What are you doing waiting out here anyway?

  Dean Winchester : Our room's on the fourth floor... That's high.

• Sam Winchester : We've been ignoring the biggest clue we have. You!

  Dean Winchester : I don't wanna be a clue!

• Sam Winchester : Dude, you're going 20.

  Dean Winchester : And?

  Sam Winchester : That's the speed limit.

  Dean Winchester : What? Safety's a crime now?

• Dean Winchester : I don't scare people.

  Sam Winchester : Dean all we do is scare people.

  Dean Winchester : Okay, well, then you're a dick, too.

  Sam Winchester : Apparently I'm not.

• Sam Winchester : Dude, where are you going? That was our hotel.

  Dean Winchester : Sam, I'm not going to make a left hand turn into on coming traffic. I'm not suicidal. Did I just say that? That's kind of weird.

• Dean Winchester : This isn't gonna work. I mean, come on, these badges are fake, what if we get busted, we could go to jail!

  Sam Winchester : Dean, shhh! Calm down. Deep breath, okay?

  [Dean takes a deep breath] 

  Sam Winchester : There, you feel better?

  [Dean shakes his head, no] 

  Sam Winchester : Just, come on.

• [EMF goes off] 

  Sam Winchester : Do you hear something?

  Dean Winchester : Am I haunted? Am I haunted?

• Dean Winchester : [the boys hand there badges to Jack Garland]  Those are real. Obviously. I mean, who would pretend to be an FBI agent, huh? That's just nutty.

• Dean Winchester : We just wanna see the results of Frank's autopsy.

  Doctor : What autopsy?

  Dean Winchester : [smirks]  The one you're gonna do.

• Dean Winchester : On the up-side, I'm still alive, so, uh, go team!

• Sam Winchester : Hey.

  [Dean is scratching at his arm] 

  Sam Winchester : Quit pickin' at that. How ya feeling?

  Dean Winchester : Awesome. It's nice to have my head on the chopping block again. I almost forgot what that feels like. It's freakin' delightful.

• Sam Winchester : Basically they were all dicks.

  Dean Winchester : So, you're saying I'm a dick?

• Dean Winchester : [screams after cat jumps out of locker suddenly]  Hoo, hoo. Ah, that was scary!

• Sam Winchester : I just talked to Bobby.

  [Hands a box of donuts to Dean] 

  Dean Winchester : And?

  [Sniffs the box then tosses it in the car. Sam watches him quizzically] 

  Sam Winchester : Well, you're not gonna like it.

  Dean Winchester : What?

  Sam Winchester : It's ghost sickness.

  Dean Winchester : Ghost sickness?

  Sam Winchester : Yeah.

  Dean Winchester : [slumps against the car, dejected]  Oh, God no...

  Sam Winchester : Yeah.

  Dean Winchester : I don't even know what that is.

• [Dean is sitting on a bed in the motel room, fear overwhelming him, scratching at his arms, hearing his heart pound in his ears, hellhounds barking. He sees a Bible on the floor, picks it up and clutches it to himself, closing his eyes] 

  Lilith : [off camera]  Hi, Dean.

  [Deans eyes shoot open wide. He turns to see Lilith as a little girl sitting next to him and turns sharply away] 

  Dean Winchester : Oh. No. No!

  Lilith : Yes! It's me, Lilith.

  [She hugs Dean, smiling] 

  Lilith : Oh, I missed you so much! It's time to go back now.

  Dean Winchester : [He pulls away and stands up, moving away from her]  You-

  [Fighting his fear, he can't look at her] 

  Dean Winchester : You are *not* real!

  Lilith : [Standing up]  What's the matter, Dean? Don't you remember all the fun you had down there?

  [Dean looks at her, fear and remembrance in his eyes] 

  Lilith : You do remember. Four months is like 40 years in Hell. Like doggy years.

  [Menacingly] 

  Lilith : And you remember every second.

  Dean Winchester : [Tries to smile and ignore her, but suddenly grimaces and clutches at his chest in pain. He slowly crumbles to his knees at her feet on the floor]  You are *not* real.

  Lilith : [Lifts his head sharply to force him to look at her while her eyes go white]  Doesn't matter. You're still gonna die. You're still gonna burn.

  [Lets him go and smiles at him] 

  Dean Winchester : Why me? Why'd *I* get infected?

  Lilith : [smiling with her hands on her hips]  Silly goose. You know why, Dean.

  [Leans close to him as her voice menaces him again] 

  Lilith : Listen to your heart.

  Dean Winchester : Wha...

  Lilith : Ba-boom.

  [Dean grimaces sharply pain. He collapses, eyes widening at the pain and fear as she continues to chant] 

  Lilith : Ba-boom. Ba-boom. Ba-boom. Ba-boom.

  [He inches away from her as she advances on him, her voice rising] 

  Lilith : Ba-boom. Ba-boom! Ba-boom! Ba-boom!

  [Dean's eyes go wide as his heart suddenly stops. Then he suddenly takes in a sharp breath of air as Sam and Bobby successfully kill the ghost. Dean is choking, breathing heavily, looking around for Lilith, sees his arms free of scratches - and collapses completely in relief on the floor] 

• Sam Winchester : So, uh... so what did you see? Near the end, I mean.

  Dean Winchester : What, besides a cop beatin' my ass?

  Sam Winchester : Seriously.

  Dean Winchester : [sighs, seems about to explain, then looks at Sam, sees his eyes go yellow for a second, then looks away]  Howler monkeys. Whole room full of 'em. Those things creep the hell out of me.

  Sam Winchester : Right.

  Dean Winchester : No. Just the usual stuff, Sammy. Nothin' I couldn't handle.

  [a faraway look comes into his eyes] 

• Dean Winchester : You know who does that? CRAZY PEOPLE!