family line, supernatural [ 1 ]

091. "you're a monster."

Dean and Natalie stand outside the panic room door, the little window open so they can talk to Sam.

"Okay. Let me out. This isn't funny." Sam says.

"Damn straight." Dean says.

"Dean, come on. This is crazy." Sam says.

"No. Not until you dry out." Dean says.

"Look, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have lied to you. Just open the door." Sam says.

"You don't have to apologize. It's not your fault. It's not your fault that you lied to me over and over again. I get it now. You couldn't help it." Dean says.

"I'm not some junkie." Sam insists.

"Really? I guess I've just imagined how strung out you've been lately."

"You're actually trying to twist this into some kind of ridiculous drug intervention?"

"Okay, Sammy--" Natalie tries.

"If it smells like a duck." Dean says.

"Dena, I'm not drinking the demon blood for kicks. I'm getting strong enough to kill Lilith." Sam says.

"Strong?" Dean asks.

"Yeah." Sam says.

"This is about as far away from strong as you can get. Try weak. Try desperate. Pathetic."

"Dean." Natalie hisses.

"Killing Lilith is what matters. Or are you so busy being self-righteous you forgot about her?" Sam asks.

"Oh, Lilith's gonna die. Bobby, Nat, and I will kill her. But not with you." Dean says.

"You're not serious." Sam says.

"Congrats, Sammy. You just bought yourself a benchwarmer seat to the apocalypse."

"Dean, look-- no, wait--" Dean shuts the window cover. "Come back here. Dean! Let me out of here! Dean! Let me out of here! Nat! Dean!"

"Is all of that really necessary?" Natalie asks, following her brother upstairs.

"What? Because you're all for this?" Dean asks.

"I'm not for him drinking demon blood. But how do we know that it's his fault?" Natalie asks.

"He's the one fucking drinking it." Dean says.

"Well, he's with Ruby. And you know what her specialty is? Manipulation." Natalie says.

"He's not stupid enough to fall for that shit."

"He's not stupid, he's mislead."

"Same difference, no?"

"Oh, so... so, you were stupid for about 27 years of your life? Got it."

"Shut up, Nat."

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Bobby, Natalie, and Dean are in the living and are forced to listen to Sam screaming. Bobby pours three glasses of whiskey.

"How long is this gonna go on?" Dean asks.

"Here, let me look it up in my demon detox manual. Oh, wait. No one ever wrote one. No telling how long it'll take. Hell, or if Sam will even live through it." Bobby says. The phone rings and Bobby picks it up. "Hello. Suck dirt and die, Rufus. You call me again, I'll kill you." He hangs up.

"What's up with Rufus?" Dean asks.

"He knows." Bobby states and the phone rings again, Bobby picking up. "I'm busy, you son of a bitch. This better be important."