“Red Meat” Season 11 Episode 17
Written by: Robert Berens and Andrew Dabb Directed by: Nina Lopez-Corrado
Inside, Corbin is still on top of Sam, holding him down, covering his mouth. Sam continues to fight, squirming and struggling. Suddenly Sam gets a glimpse of Corbin’s arm. His eyes widen in the realization that Corbin has been bitten by one of the werewolves. Corbin uses his other hand to pinch Sam’s nose and Sam can no longer breathe. His eyes widen in terror; his body thrashes in vain.
Corbin: I'm sorry.
Sam tries weakly to hit Corbin’s arms but it’s hopeless. He falls into unconsciousness. Corbin frantically feels Sam’s neck, trying to find a pulse.
Michelle [walking behind the counter]: Corbin? Is... is he… Corbin: Dead. (...)
Dean: We got to go. [He sees Sam lying motionless on the floor.] Sam? Sammy?
Dean rushes to Sam’s side, looks at him in confusion, and feels for a pulse.
Dean: What happened? Corbin: I... I... I don't know. He just went. Dean: No. Sammy?
Dean gently shakes Sam’s body; grief-stricken, tears welling.
Dean [softly]: Sammy
There is the sound of a vehicle approaching.
Michelle: No, no, no. Corbin [hugging Michelle]: It's them. Dean [coldly, pulling a silver knife from its sheath]: Let 'em come. Michelle: No. What? Corbin: He wants to stay. Michelle [desperately]: No, you can't! Corbin: Hey, hey, you stay, you fight, you die. And so do we. Look...he's gone. I'm sorry, but he's gone. Help us. Please.
Dean, his eyes brimming with tears, looks at Corbin and then at Michelle. They are afraid and desperate, and he knows that he needs to save them. He looks at Sam and leans down so he is close to his brother.
Dean [voice shaking]: I'm gonna come back for you, okay? I promise. [He smiles sadly]. Okay. Okay. [He stands up.] Let's go.
Dean opens the door and Corbin and Michelle go outside. Dean stands in the doorway, looking back at Sam’s body. A single man tear falls as he heads out the door. (...)
Michelle: I... I just wanted to see how you were doing. And to tell you th... [Her voice shakes with emotion and she pauses.] I'm sorry. You saved our lives and... [another pause] well, my mom used to say, um... I didn't believe her then, but I... I think I do now. She used to say... death... it's not the end.
Dean looks at Michelle and nods; then has a moment of realisation...
Dean and Michelle rush into the hospital dispensary.
Michelle: Dean? Dean [looking at the labels on pill bottles]: I, uh… Michelle: What are you doing? Dean: I need to... I need to talk to a... well, I wouldn't call it a friend, more like a... scary, crazy death machine. Werewolves aren't the only monsters out there.
Dean uses an oxygen cylinder to break open a lock on one of the cabinets.
Michelle: How exactly do you talk to an evil, scary death machine? Dean: Easy. I die. Michelle: What? Dean: Look, if you don't... If you want to leave, I get it. But if you want to help me... I'm looking for pretty much anything with “barbital” in the name. Michelle: Yeah. This will work? Dean: It has to. (...)
INTERIOR [hospital]: Dean spills two types of pills onto the table. He shovels a pile of them into his hand and turns to look at Michelle. Dean: Okay. After I do this, go get the doc and tell her to, um... Tell her to bring me back, if she can. If not... no hard feelings, okay? Michelle [grabbing Dean’s hand]: You don't have to do this. Dean: Yeah, I do.
Dean throws back the pills and a drink to swallow them. (...)
INTERIOR [cabin]: Sam is stumbling down stairs into the basement. INTERIOR [hospital]: Dean collapses. INTERIOR [cabin]: Sam falls heavily down the stairs, crying out in pain. INTERIOR [hospital]: Dean is on the floor and Michelle bends down to check on him. Michelle: Dean! Oh! Dean? (...)
Billie: Point is, never took you for the suicide type. Doesn't fit your whole martyr thing. So... 'sup? Dean’s spirit: We need to talk about Sam. Billie: What about Sam? Dean’s spirit: I need him back. Billie: Back? Dean’s spirit: Stop playing. Look, you've got him, I need him. Let's make a deal. Billie: Pass [she turns to leave]. (...)
Billie: That's what I thought. It's cute, though. You pretending you're trying to save Sam for the greater good, when we both know you're doing it for you. You can't lose him. But even if Sammy could win the title bout... the answer would still be “no.” The answer will always be “no.” Game's over, Dean. No more second chances. No more extra lives. Time to say bye-bye to Luigi, Mario. (...)
Dean’s spirit [sadness and desperation in his eyes]: I'm asking you... I'm begging you, please. Bring him back. Bring him back and take me instead.
Billie: I'm not here to bargain with you, kid. I'm here to reap you. And the kicker is... Sam's not dead. [Dean looks stunned] But you are. Or will be, soon enough. (...)
EXTERIOR [outside the hospital]: Dean pulls out his phone and is looking at it when it rings. His eyes light up when he’s sees who is calling. Dean: Sammy? Sam: Dean, yeah. Dean [relief palpable]: Oh, God. I... what happened?
Dean tackles Corbin from behind and Michelle screams.
Dean [to Michelle]: Run!
Dean turns Corbin over, but Corbin, now with extra strength, tosses him aside. He gets on top of Dean and grabs him in a neck-hold, trying to strangle him. Animalistic noises are coming from Corbin’s mouth as Dean struggles to breathe. Suddenly, a shot is fired. Corbin cries out and falls on top of Dean.
Michelle [screaming]: No! No!
Sam stands in the corridor, gun raised, left arm protecting the wound on his stomach. Dean, now out of the strangle-hold, pushes Corbin to one side and looks at SAM FRIGGIN WINCHESTER. (...)
Dean: How you doing?
Michelle doesn’t answer, struggling to hold back tears.
Michelle: How's your brother? Dean: The doc says that, um... well, when Corbin choked him, um, Sam's body went into shock and his breathing, his heartbeat slowed down to almost nothing. So he was, uh... he was just mostly dead. But he'll be okay. Michelle: Must be nice. That wasn't... Corbin wasn't a killer. Dean: I know. (...)
Michelle: He did it for me. Dean: Michelle, this is gonna be very hard. But you will be okay. And, eventually... eventually you'll get back to normal. Michelle [sighing]: No, I won't.
Michelle smiles gently at Dean, and then turns away, as tears spill.
Michelle: They said I could leave... [she sighs] an hour ago. But... where am I even supposed to go? After everything we survived together... [turning back to Dean] I watched the man I love die. There's no normal after that. (...)
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