- [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.
- 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.
- 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.
- Mark Hutchins: Well, Wizard of Oz was on TV the other night, right? He said that green bitch was totally out to get him.
- Sheriff Britton: Me and Frank, we were friends. Hell, we were Gamecocks.
- [Dean laughs, Sheriff Britton stares at him for a moment before continuing]
- Sheriff Britton: That's our softball team's name.
- [Dean nods, but the Sheriff continues, serious]
- Sheriff Britton: They're majestic animals.
- [Dean looks confused and starts to defend himself but then changes his mind and doesn't say anything]
- 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]