I'm having a difficult time figuring out what's real.
You never left, Sam. You're still in the cage. With me.
Your hand. I was with you when you cut it, I sewed it up.
This is real.
I'm a grade-A freak, but I'm managing it.
- There was a job in town. - Where's the body?
- I let her go. - Why?
You know me. You know the kind of person I am.
She's dropping bodies, which means we gotta drop her.
She killed her own mom to save me.
- I'm sorry, but it's that simple. - She's done. Trust me.
Dean, please.
Okay.
You are what you are.
You will kill again.
I'm sorry.
That's impossible.
You're okay, you're okay.
You're okay.
No!
Standing outside the building where tragedy...
No idea...
Sam.
Feels wonky.
What?
Working a regularjob.
Bobby will call if anything flares up on the Leviathan front.
Meantime, you know you wanna work this case.
Cop on the wire sounded dumbfounded.
Pfft. No arguments.
It's kind of nice. We're due for a little cut-and-dry.
And, uh...
And you seem good.
I am. For me.
By the way, thank you.
- For? - Amy.
You didn't wanna let her go, but it was the right thing to do. Thanks.
No problem.
Welcome to Crazytown. Population, one dead guy.
Who was he?
Uh...
Matthew Hammond. Seems to have been crushed to death.
- By? - If we weren't on the 10th floor...
...I'd say by a car.
- Oh, there you are. Yeah. - I'll be right back. Got it.
It's going crazy.
Some kind of ghost?
With a license?
License to kill.
Seriously?
Huh.
What have you got?
I don't know. Looks like some kind of powder.
- Sulfur? - No. Just dirt.
- Could be Christine-like. - Yeah.
Even possessed cars can't do stairs. It's something spectral.
Check this out.
AA, 10 years.
Dead and sober.
- Double crappy. - There's a, uh...
...charge that keeps coming up.
Fifty bucks a month at a place called Jane's.
All right. Ahem.
Congrats on your sobriety. I'll go find out what Jane's is.
Heh, I, uh... I gave up AA for Lent.
We're not Catholic.
Always with the details.
- AA gives me the jeebs. - Wow, shocker.
- Shut up. - Fine.
I'll hit the meeting, you go hit on Jane.
Matt was a nice guy. Kind of a tortured soul.
Join the club. But he just seemed to have a lot going on, you know?
Any idea what it was?
Family, a girl?
He played it all pretty close to the vest.
Something was eating at him, last time I saw him.
- Almost slipped. - When?
Just before he died, I guess.
He called me from Neal's Tavern. An inch away from drinking.
So I ran over, talked him off the ledge.
- Know what triggered it? - He didn't share much.
Hey.
May I help you?
Uh, yes. I, uh, had a few questions about a customer of yours.
- Name of Matthew Hammond. - Uh, sure. He's not in trouble, is he?
Mr. Hammond is no longer with us.
Oh.
- Well, now it all makes sense. - What does?
He came in, a couple of days ago, paid me three years in advance...
...to keep delivery going. Where do the flowers go?
A Miss Elizabeth Duren.
You mind writing Elizabeth's address down?
I'd like to pay her a visit.
Here we go.
- Meet Elizabeth Duren. - Died at 10.
Wow.
- So who was she? - I don't know.
Well, we'll chew on it back at the motel.
Elizabeth Duren. Killed 10 years ago. A neighbor backed out of his driveway.
Didn't see her bike.
No one was ever charged. Police ruled it an accident.
Let me guess. The neighbor is our 10th floor pancake.
At least we know he felt bad. I mean, the flowers.
Kind of makes you wonder if the guy wasn't drunk when he ran her over.
Yeah.
All right, well, regardless.
Now that we got a decent bead on Ghost Rider...
...let's go. What?
Burn her bones. Put her to rest.
The fun never stops.
Keep that thing away from me!
All right.
911. What is your emergency?
I need help. There's a dog after me.
- What is your address? - I don't know.
Some restaurant somewhere...
Sir?
Hello?
Hello, sir, can you hear me?
No! No! Agh!
Sir, you need to calm down. We'll send paramedics.
Just tell me where you are.
Sir? Sir?
Unh, another night at the office. You take the first shower.
Listen to this.
"A local man, Christopher Fisher, was ripped to shreds...
...in a wild animal attack last night." It is a dangerous world out there.
He was in the restroom of a diner.
That doesn't sound right.
Apparently, uh, none of the patrons saw anything.
Guy calls 911, screaming about a dog...
...but the operator didn't hear anything either.
Wow. Looks like this guy had a history with dogs.
- Meaning? - Five years ago, he was arrested...
...for running a dogfighting operation. Classy.
So what? He causes so much misery that some Rottweiler goes Cujo on him...
...from beyond the grave?
Wait a second. Do dogs even have ghosts?
- First I've heard of it. - Sounds weird. A ghost dog?
- No weirder than ghost car, you know? - You know what does make sense?
Vengeance on the guy that Michael Vicked you.
I'm no one to judge, but sounds to me like that guy had it coming.
Maybe.
But maybe not.
He got busted, got probation, started volunteering at an animal shelter.
- Because he had to. - At first.
But he kept going, long after he served his time.
Looks like he got really into it. Raised money for the cause.
- Huh. - People change.
Tell that to ghost dog.
All right.
Get suited up.
- Let's go check out the body. - What?
- What? What?
Nothing. L...
- You okay? - Peachy.
Yeah. Let's do this.
So guess what I found.
Red dirt under his nails. On his shoes too.
Just like the, uh, car crash guy's floor.
Yeah. So gotta be someplace here they both walked.
- An apple farm? - Apparently, whatever is in red dirt...
...makes great apples. - I'd be interested in that if I ate apples.
So this one is supposedly pretty old, uh, mostly abandoned.
- A few hundred acres. - A few hundred?
We're gonna be searching all year.
Whoa.
Hey, uh...
- You okay? - Guy just jumped in front of a car, Sam.
Uh, you want us to help you, sir?
Why don't we get you out of here before you get roadkilled, huh?
Yeah.
Warren, just, uh, take a minute...
...and tell us what's going on.
Look, you're good people, I can see that.
But you can't do anything for me. No one can.
- Why not? - Because it's all impossible.
- You won't even believe me. - Well, try us.
I was just put on trial, sentenced to death.
- What did you do? - Held up a liquor store.
I killed the owner and his wife. I wasn't thinking.
- I was young. - Young?
- When was this? - 1981.
- They just put you on trial? - No. I just got out of prison.
You're making less sense the more you talk.
It's okay. Just go on.
Did 30 years. I just got paroled.
Not that you're ever free of that. I think about it every day.
- So then what were you running from? - I told you. The trial.
All I know is one minute I'm at the bar, the next, I get jumped.
Wake up in a damn courtroom.
Courtroom? Like a courtroom?
Well, no. There was ajudge.
Everything was crazy. It was in a barn.
- At the apple farm? - Yeah.
- And this bar where you were grabbed? - Neal's Tavern.
Same place Matthew Hammond went before his, uh, car accident.
Think maybe dog guy went there too?
- Is there anything else you can tell us? - You believe me?
Who the hell are you?
We kind of specialize in crazy.
So, uh, this judge, he got a name?
- There were these weird symbols. - Symbols?
Do you remember any of them? Can you draw them?
Excuse us a second.
Can I talk to you?
- What is it? - What is it? Sam, um, heh.
A drunk driver, Michael Vick, a murderer?
- And? - And?
When did our black-and-white case turn to mud?
I'm having a hard time not rooting for the ghosts.
You said yourself, it's not on us to judge.
Yeah. Except that that's complete crap.
Everybody judges. I'm just supposed to ignore what that guy did?
- We've shot people. More than two. - Yeah.
When those ghosts come to kick my ass, they've got a compelling case.
So what? You're saying you don't wanna work the job anymore?
I'm just saying, one simple freaking day on the job...
...is that too much to ask?
I'm gonna go out, I'm gonna try and find that barn.
- You coming? - I'm gonna check the bar.
To work or drink?
I haven't decided.
What's going on? Where did he go?
He, uh... Everything is fine. Look, um, let's go back to that farm.
- No, I'm not going back. - I need your help finding that barn.
It's red, stands out. I'm not going back. They're out there.
Who?
The people I killed.
I just... No.
- No. - Look, you're safer with me than not.
No.
Okay. Fine.
I need you to stay inside the circle until I get back. Okay?
- It will protect you. - How?
Just trust me, okay? I'm trying to help.
Stay put.
Bobby, hey.
Me. Listen, I'm sending you some symbols to look up.
Stay put.
Excuse me.
Ah, dive, sweet dive.
Hey.
Well, now I know why everybody comes here.
- Ha, ha. What can I get you? - Scotch and soda.
You know, hold the soda. Make it a double.
So you, uh, work the night shift?
Why? Plan on making this a regular thing?
Ha-ha-ha.
No. I just got a few questions.
Believe it or not I'm a cop.
I believe it. You look like you've seen some crap.
I'm sorry, I was off all week. Frank will be back tomorrow.
Right. Yeah.
I'll do another.
Love life orjob?
Two quick doubles, it's something.
I'm Mia, by the way.
Well, Mia, that is a complex question.
I'm Dean, by the way.
Well, Dean, luckily...
...I'm like a captive shrink with unlimited alcohol.
- So shoot. - Ha, ha.
- You like to hear people's problems. - I get curious.
On occasion.
Work thing. Since you asked.
You ever, uh?
Ever do something behind someone's back because you had to?
Now you feel bad?
Well, Dean, if you had to, why feel guilty?
It doesn't make any sense.
Hmm.
Well, we don't have enough room for the worms...
...if we pop that can.
- May wanna slow your roll. - More I drink, the better I tip.
Yeah, well, I'm off in an hour. So don't pass out on me.
I think I'll switch to beer.
Good choice.
- Bobby, what have you got? - Those chicken scratches.
Definitely Egyptian. Book of the Dead.
So good news, then.
They identify the god Osiris.
Real authoritarian type.
He gets ahold of you, he's judge, jury and executioner.
Lore says that he can see directly into the human heart.
He weighs the guilt.
If he finds more than a feather's worth, boom, you're done.
- So, what's he doing in Dearborn? - Seems like he pops up...
...and does his circuit judge act and then disappears again.
That's all I got so far.
- Do you know what this means? - Yeah. We gotta find him...
...before he goes underground again. No, idjot.
It means you two gotta get the hell out of Dodge.
This guy hones in on people that feel guilty.
Who does that sound like to you?
It's been a while, but you owe yourself. Nothing but a ground ball.
You just gotta put your mitt down.
You are Dean Winchester.
This is what you do.
Dude, third message. You better not be loaded.
Call me. This is important.
- Dean. About time, man, I, uh... - Hello?
- Who is this? - Oh, I just...
I picked this off the ground...
...where I've been standing for 10 minutes listening to it ring.
- Is this Dean's phone? - Yeah.
Well, uh, he was supposed to meet me here.
Where are you? I can be right there.
Sam?
No, please.
I'm sorry.
- Please. - You did it to us.
Well, here it is.
Uh, I hope he's okay.
Now, where exactly did you find this phone?
Uh...
There.
Thanks.
Really, Warren? All you noticed were the symbols?
Quit squirming, Mr. Winchester.
They're Houdini-proof.
Now, you wanna talk charges, or...?
I'd rather talk about your Bukowski schtick at the bar.
Can't jump a guy when he's sober?
You and that waitress had quite a talk, huh.
Get a couple of drinks in you and the guilt comes pouring out.
Eavesdropping. That's cute.
Speaking of.
You gonna skulk all night, Sam?
Sam?
Nice job finding us.
I assume you figured out who I am too?
Yeah.
You wanna fill me in?
Osiris.
He's an Egyptian god.
Ta-da.
Now, go about your business, Sammy.
Look, if anyone should be on trial, it's me.
That's for me to decide.
Now, go away.
But he has the right to an attorney, doesn't he?
- Huh. - Let me defend him.
- That's unusual. - You gonna respect his rights or not?
Why not?
Sam, you're not a lawyer.
- I was pre-law. - Yeah, pre.
All right, then, let's get started.
Now, the list of witnesses I can call...
...endless. Objection.
- You gonna let me finish my sentence? - No. This isn't fair.
Huh. Fair? I'm sorry.
Moving on.
I can make it very simple.
Three witnesses.
- Objection. - Grounds?
Witnesses being called without prior notice.
- Good one. - Saw that on The Good Wife.
Yes. Very fine objection.
- Denied. - What? Why?
Because I'm the judge, son.
Now stop objecting...
...or I'll find you in contempt.
That is kill you.
So I advise you to let me move it along.
Prosecution calls Joanna Beth Harvelle to the stand.
Jo?
Dean. Sam.
Long time.
State your name for the court.
- Jo Harvelle. - And what is your relationship...
...to Dean Winchester?
We worked together.
Isn't it true that you admired him?
Well, as a hunter, yeah.
As a guy, he was kind of ajerk.
So you saw him as a mentor of sorts?
- I wouldn't put it like that. - How would you put it?
I don't know.
I trusted him.
If you're trying to say he was a bad...
Was it hard?
What?
Working with him.
Considering your feelings.
No. What feelings?
You would've done quite a bit for him, followed him into any battle.
I know what you're getting at. It's bull.
So Dean had nothing to do with your first case.
The one that started it all.
It wasn't like that.
No feelings. None at all.
You would've chosen the exact same road...
...ended up in that hardware store...
...holding a fuse.
You're a piece of work, you know that? Putting words in her mouth...
Keep him under control, counsel.
Or I'll remove his tongue.
Your witness.
Jo.
So, um...
...your dad was in the life?
Yes, he was.
And your relationship with him?
- Good. I mean... - You idolized him.
- Basically. - So why did you start?
To impress some loudmouth ass you just met?
Or because you wanted to be like your dad?
Daddy issues. Definitely.
Listen, Dean, I don't...
All right.
You two can have a moment to strategize.
And then I'll call my next witness.
All right. Who's the next witness?
- He looked at you like you'd know. - Got no clue.
This whole thing is like Pee-wee's Playhouse.
Next witness.
Prosecution calls...
...Sam Winchester to the stand.
Sam.
Not exactly the life you expected, is it?
Detail is a little different.
For a while there, you were gonna be a real lawyer.
- Marry Jess. - Yeah, that was a long time ago.
But were you or were you not happily out of the family racket...
...until Dean showed back up in that gas-guzzler?
Uh-uh. The truth now.
It's complicated.
That one act had quite a domino effect.
Come back, your girl's dead.
- That wasn't his fault. - Neither is everything that came after.
All the death and the blood, and hanging on by a thread.
None of that is on Dean, directly.
But don't you think...
...your brother dragged you back into that catastrophic mess...
...because he'd rather damn you with him than be alone?
No. One way or another, I'd gotten pulled back in.
- You know that for certain? - Pretty sure.
- I'm positive.
I believe you.
Hey, if it was about convincing me...
...I would say, heh... What?
I don't decide anything, Sam.
I don't decide Dean's guilt.
I just weigh the guilt that's already there.
This is solely about how Dean feels...
...way down deep.
Them's the breaks.
Wait.
So if Dean believes he's innocent, then he is?
If.
A big if.
Why do I bring up the past?
To see if he feels like dog food about it.
People wanna be judged.
They really do.
When your heart's heavy, let me tell you...
...real punishment's a mercy.
- I wanna call Dean to the stand. - Oh, you do now?
There is an order to this stuff.
Okay, I'll allow it.
So, Dean...
...when you came and got me, did you know Jess would die?
- Or any of it? - Of course not.
Right. How could you? I mean, are you psychic?
That's a question.
No.
- Definitely not psychic. - Great.
So why would you feel guilty about not predicting the future?
Guess that doesn't make any sense.
Actually, yeah. No, I don't.
What about Jo? Did you actually kill her?
- Uh, no. - Isn't it true...
...that you don't feel guilty about her? That you're just sad she's dead?
That it just blows?
Actually, maybe, yeah.
Mm-mm-mm.
I like your style, Sam.
- Very engaging. - Dean...
...does any of this feel like it's really on you?
Not really.
Then is your heart heavy with guilt...
...or just plain heavy, and none of this guy's business?
Uh, what you said. The second thing.
Then I rest my case.
Very good. Both of you.
All right.
Because I really enjoyed that...
...I'm gonna be generous and ask.
Dean, do you want me to call my last witness?
I know you didn't wanna let her go, but it was the right thing to do.
No problem.
Or have we had enough?
- What is he talking about? - Enough Ally McBealing.
- Drop the hammer. - He's giving us more time.
- It's not gonna make a difference. - Need another moment?
You're done?
The court's reached a verdict.
I find you, Dean Winchester...
...guilty in your heart...
...and sentence you to die.
I suggest you get your affairs in order quickly.
Damn it, I told him.
Osiris would've got to him one way or another.
Guy's batting a thousand.
There's still time. We can figure something out.
- Bobby? What have you got? - A way to give Osiris a dirt nap.
Good. We need it.
As near as I can figure, it ought to put him down for a couple of centuries.
It's worked a few times since the pharaohs were big.
- So it's temporary? - Long temporary.
I say we slap that Band-Aid on, leave finding a cure...
...to some hunter in a space suit.
Now, you're gonna need to stab him with a ram's horn.
Ram's horn? Where am I gonna find a ram's horn in Dearborn?
No clue.
Make sure it's a sharp piece. He ain't gonna let you stab him twice.
Yeah, thanks.
Ram's horn.
Uh, okay.
Huh. Apparently, uh, Jewish people blow through them once a year.
Where are you gonna find one this time of night?
- Uh, synagogue? - Steal from a temple?
That's a new low.
You're on death row, Dean. Quit joking around.
Here. Keys. I'll be back.
The dick is gonna sic Jo after me, Sam.
You're a hunter, Dean. You know how to deal with ghosts.
You suggesting I kill her again?
You didn't kill her, Dean.
I'll hurry.
You can come out now.
I'm guessing you're not here for bar mitzvah lessons.
Uh...
I've seen handbags with jewelry...
And every single time, I think I should...
You know I'd never do this.
I know.
I guess it's his thing. Some kind of twisted eye for an eye.
- It's okay. - No, it's not.
- You deserve better. - No, you did.
You deserved better, Jo.
Dean, my life was good.
Really.
He was right, you know.
- That dick judge. About me. - No, he wasn't.
- You were a kid. - Not true.
You and Sam.
No, I just...
You know, hunters are never kids. I never was.
- I didn't even stop to think about it. - Not your fault. It wasn't on you.
No. But I didn't wanna do it alone.
Who does?
Right thing would've been to send you back home to your mom.
I'd like to have seen you try.
He was right about one thing.
Your crush on me?
Heh, shut up.
You carry all kinds of crap you don't have to, Dean.
It gets clearer when you're dead.
Well, in that case, you should be able to see that I am 90 percent crap.
I get rid of that, what then?
You really wanna die not knowing?
Dean.
Yeah.
It's time.
Come on, Dean. I used to hunt ghosts, I know the tricks.
He's making me do this.
It's okay.
Jo?
So, uh, it seemed like...
- You know, like, she was in pain? - No.
No. Just kind of faded. Regular Jo.
Actually, maybe a little happier.
I got a question.
Where the hell did that come from?
- Volunteering to defend me? - Heh.
He was gonna kick me out.
I don't know. In another life, you might've made a pretty decent scuzzbag.
I'm 0 for 1, Dean.
Ah, it's not your fault.
You were convincing.
- Who was he talking about? - Who?
That whole final witness thing?
No idea.
Honestly, that could be just about anybody dead we know.
By the way, I mean, I get why, you know, Judge Judy put me on trial.
I got guilt coming out of my pores. But, uh...
...why did he skip you?
I think I just don't feel guilty anymore.
- Come on. - I don't know what to tell you.
I've spent a lot of time feeling crappy. Like my whole life.
What? You got a secret stash of happy pills?
Hell. Look, I'm not saying it's logical. I just...
You know, I feel like I did a lot of stuff I should have felt bad for...
...and then I paid a lot of dues and came out the other side.
And that worked? I mean, you really feel like your slate's wiped?
No.
Nothing ever gets wiped, you know, I, uh...
Sometimes I see Lucifer when I brush my teeth but...
I don't know, I guess I just finally feel like my past is my past...
...and I can move on with my life.
You know, hopefully.
Easier said than done.
Not arguing that.
Well, I don't know whether to be, uh, jealous or weirded out.
You'll get used to it.
I mean, I don't wanna sound lame...
...but I kind of feel good.
Well, you are going to be a pleasure to ride with.