To Rest » Supernatural [6] | ✓

31

( NEW DEATH )

ABANDONED WAREHOUSE
[ ☼ ]

      Sam performs a summoning ritual "Sam...Winchester. This had better be good." Balthazar says. "Why here's one for the list of dumbest things ever. Summon the angel who wants to kill you." Balthazar says.

       "Desperate times. I need your help, Balthazar." Sam says.

       "Interesting...Since last time we met, you wanted to—what was it?" Balthazar says. "Oh, yes, yes—fry my wings 'extra crispy'."

       "Well, that was a misunderstanding." Sam says.

      "Some misunderstanding!"

       "I need some advice." Says Sam.

       "Advice?" Balthazar asks.

       "Angel advice."

       "Well, then go ask your boyfriend." Says Balthazar.

       "Cas can't help me. I need to know if there's a spell or a weapon, anything that can keep a soul out—forever." Sam says.

      "Ohh. What's going on, Sam?"

       "It's for me." Says Sam.

      "Well. The plot thickens. Where's your soul, Sam?" Balthazar asks. "Good God, no. It's not still...It is."

       "My brother found a way to put it back in me. I don't want it." Sam says.

       "No, you don't. No, no, 'cause Michael and Lucy are hate-banging it as we speak."

       "Can you help me?" Asks Sam.

       "Oh, yes. The question is, will I?" Says Balthazar.

       "Set your terms."

      "I'll do it for free." Balthazar says.

       "Free? Why?" Sam asks.

       "Well, you seem like a capable young man. I'd love to have you in my debt. And I have to say, I'm not a fan of your brother, so screwing him would delight me." Balthazar says. "Anyway, to business. The spell, yes. So, finding the ingredients are easy enough, but, uh, there's one tricky part, however."

       "Okay." Sam says.

       "You need to scar your vessel."

       "Meaning what?" Sam asks.

       "Meaning something that so pollutes it, it renders it uninhabitable. Calls for something very specific."

      "Great. What?" Asks Sam.

      "Patricide."

       "My dad's been dead for years." Sam says.

      "To be clear, um, you need the blood of your father, but your father needn't be blood. Comprende?"

SMALL TOWN STREET
[ ☼ ]

       "Just so you know, when people die, they might have questions for you." Tessa says. "Well, you know, not you, but death."

      "You mean like, 'how did Betty White outlast me'?" Dean asks.

      "'What's it all mean'? Its popular." Tessa says.

      "And am I just gonna magically know?"

      "No." She says.

      "Then what the hell am I supposed to say?" Dean asks. "Oh, come on, give me something."