Sam: I take it I was having another nightmare.
Dean: Yeah. Another one.
Sam: Hey, at least I got some sleep.
Dean: Dude, I earned that money.
Sam: anda won it at a poker game.
Dean: Ye-eah.
Sam: Now, the newspaper berkata that his daughter found him. She berkata his eyes were bleeding
Man: What? The man's? They practically liquified!
Man: Capillaries can burst. I see a lot of bloodshot eyes in stroke victims.
Dean: Yeah? anda ever seen exploding eyeballs?
Sam: Might not be one of ours. It might be just some freak medical thing.
Dean: How many times in Dad's long, varied career has it actually been a freak medical thing? And not some sign of an awful Supernatural death?
Sam: Almost never.
Dean: Exactly.
Sam: So we gotta cari local newspapers, public records as far back as they go. See if we can find a Mary who fits the bill.
Dean: Well, that sounds annoying.
Sam: No, it won't be so bad, as long as we, ahh ... Huh. I take that back. This will be very annoying.
Sam: (gasps out loud and jerks awake from another nightmare) Why did anda let me fall asleep?
Dean: 'Cause I'm an awesome brother. So, what did anda dream about?
Sam: Lollipops and candycanes.
Sam: So, did anda find anything?
Dean: Besides a whole new level of frustration? ...No.
Charlie: I'm insane, right?
Dean: No. You're not insane.
Charlie: God, that makes me feel so much worse.
Sam: Hey, night vision?
Sam (night vision is on and Sam sees Dean's face on the screen)
Dean: Do I look like Paris Hilton?
Dean: anda know, her boyfriend killing himself, that's not exactly Charlie's fault.
Sam: anda know as far as I do, spirits don't exactly see shades of grey, Dean. Charlie had a secret, someone died. That's good enough for Mary.
Sam: So maybe we should try to pin her down. anda know, summon her through her mirror and then smash it.
Dean: Well, how do anda know that's gonna work?
Sam: I don't. Well, not for sure.
Dean: Alright, anda know what? That's it! This is about Jessica, isn't it? anda think that's your dirty little secret? That anda killed her somehow? Sam, this has got to stop, man. I mean the nightmares and... and calling her name out in the middle of the night. It's gonna kill you. Now listen to me, it wasn't your fault. If anda want to blame something, then blame the thing that killed her. Alright, why don't anda take a hayun, swing at me? I'm the one who dragged anda away from her in the first place.
Sam: I don't blame you.
Dean: Well, anda shouldn't blame yourself, 'cause there was nothing anda could've done.
Sam: I could have warned her.
Dean: About what? anda didn't know it was gonna happen. Besides, all of this isn't a secret. I know all about it. It's not gonna work with Mary anyway.
Sam: No anda don't.
Dean: I don't what?
Sam: anda don't know all about it. I haven't told anda everything.
Dean: What are anda talking about?Sam: Well, it wouldn't be a secret if I told you, would it?
Dean: No... I don't like it. It's not gonna happen. Forget it.
Sam: Dean, that girl back there is going to die unless we do something about it. And anda know what? Who knows how many people are going to die after that? Now, we're doing this. You've got to let me do this.
Dean: Sammy. Sammy?
Sam: It's Sam
Dean: Hey, Sam?
Sam: Yeah?
Dean: This has gotta be like, what, 600 years bad luck?
Sam: Charlie? Your boyfriend's death. anda really should try to forgive yourself. No matter what anda did, anda probably couldn't have stopped him. Sometimes bad things just happen.
Dean: That's good advice.
Dean: Hey, Sam?
Sam: Yeah?
Dean: Now that this is all over, I want anda to tell me what that secret was.
Sam: Look, you're my brother. And I'd die for you. But there are some things I need to keep to myself.
Dean: Yeah. Another one.
Sam: Hey, at least I got some sleep.
Dean: Dude, I earned that money.
Sam: anda won it at a poker game.
Dean: Ye-eah.
Sam: Now, the newspaper berkata that his daughter found him. She berkata his eyes were bleeding
Man: What? The man's? They practically liquified!
Man: Capillaries can burst. I see a lot of bloodshot eyes in stroke victims.
Dean: Yeah? anda ever seen exploding eyeballs?
Sam: Might not be one of ours. It might be just some freak medical thing.
Dean: How many times in Dad's long, varied career has it actually been a freak medical thing? And not some sign of an awful Supernatural death?
Sam: Almost never.
Dean: Exactly.
Sam: So we gotta cari local newspapers, public records as far back as they go. See if we can find a Mary who fits the bill.
Dean: Well, that sounds annoying.
Sam: No, it won't be so bad, as long as we, ahh ... Huh. I take that back. This will be very annoying.
Sam: (gasps out loud and jerks awake from another nightmare) Why did anda let me fall asleep?
Dean: 'Cause I'm an awesome brother. So, what did anda dream about?
Sam: Lollipops and candycanes.
Sam: So, did anda find anything?
Dean: Besides a whole new level of frustration? ...No.
Charlie: I'm insane, right?
Dean: No. You're not insane.
Charlie: God, that makes me feel so much worse.
Sam: Hey, night vision?
Sam (night vision is on and Sam sees Dean's face on the screen)
Dean: Do I look like Paris Hilton?
Dean: anda know, her boyfriend killing himself, that's not exactly Charlie's fault.
Sam: anda know as far as I do, spirits don't exactly see shades of grey, Dean. Charlie had a secret, someone died. That's good enough for Mary.
Sam: So maybe we should try to pin her down. anda know, summon her through her mirror and then smash it.
Dean: Well, how do anda know that's gonna work?
Sam: I don't. Well, not for sure.
Dean: Alright, anda know what? That's it! This is about Jessica, isn't it? anda think that's your dirty little secret? That anda killed her somehow? Sam, this has got to stop, man. I mean the nightmares and... and calling her name out in the middle of the night. It's gonna kill you. Now listen to me, it wasn't your fault. If anda want to blame something, then blame the thing that killed her. Alright, why don't anda take a hayun, swing at me? I'm the one who dragged anda away from her in the first place.
Sam: I don't blame you.
Dean: Well, anda shouldn't blame yourself, 'cause there was nothing anda could've done.
Sam: I could have warned her.
Dean: About what? anda didn't know it was gonna happen. Besides, all of this isn't a secret. I know all about it. It's not gonna work with Mary anyway.
Sam: No anda don't.
Dean: I don't what?
Sam: anda don't know all about it. I haven't told anda everything.
Dean: What are anda talking about?Sam: Well, it wouldn't be a secret if I told you, would it?
Dean: No... I don't like it. It's not gonna happen. Forget it.
Sam: Dean, that girl back there is going to die unless we do something about it. And anda know what? Who knows how many people are going to die after that? Now, we're doing this. You've got to let me do this.
Dean: Sammy. Sammy?
Sam: It's Sam
Dean: Hey, Sam?
Sam: Yeah?
Dean: This has gotta be like, what, 600 years bad luck?
Sam: Charlie? Your boyfriend's death. anda really should try to forgive yourself. No matter what anda did, anda probably couldn't have stopped him. Sometimes bad things just happen.
Dean: That's good advice.
Dean: Hey, Sam?
Sam: Yeah?
Dean: Now that this is all over, I want anda to tell me what that secret was.
Sam: Look, you're my brother. And I'd die for you. But there are some things I need to keep to myself.
Meg sat on her knees, outside the police station. With her right hand she held her stomach and with her left she tried to pull herself up on the wall. She closed her eyes and focused.
“Meg!”
Meg opened her eyes and saw Sam walking in her direction. He helped her up, while Dean frowned.
“How did anda get out?” he wanted to know.
Sam helped Meg to the couch, but she refused to lie down. She groaned from the pain.
“What is wrong with you?” Dean asked.
“Daphne attacked me” Meg berkata difficult. “My stomach hurts, my hands hurt”
“Cas’ ex attacked you, why?” Sam asked surprised.
“It’s not her fault” Meg said. “Zoey manipulated her. Where’s Cas?”
Sam looked at Dean, who scratched his head.
“Please, tell me anda know where he is” Meg berkata weak.
“Meg!”
Meg opened her eyes and saw Sam walking in her direction. He helped her up, while Dean frowned.
“How did anda get out?” he wanted to know.
Sam helped Meg to the couch, but she refused to lie down. She groaned from the pain.
“What is wrong with you?” Dean asked.
“Daphne attacked me” Meg berkata difficult. “My stomach hurts, my hands hurt”
“Cas’ ex attacked you, why?” Sam asked surprised.
“It’s not her fault” Meg said. “Zoey manipulated her. Where’s Cas?”
Sam looked at Dean, who scratched his head.
“Please, tell me anda know where he is” Meg berkata weak.
