Supernatural2005

Lucifer:
[Impersonating Dean. The real Dean has just walked into the warehouse where Lucifer is tormenting Sam] Oh, look, another me.

Dean Winchester:
Sam, what are you doing? [Sam points his gun at the real Dean] Whoa. Whoa!

Sam Winchester:
I thought I was with *you*, Dean.

Dean Winchester:
Okay. Well, here I am.

Sam Winchester:
No. No, I don't- I- [looks at Lucifer leaning against the wall] I can't know that for sure. You understand me?

Dean Winchester:
Okay, then, we're gonna hafta start small.

Sam Winchester:
I don't remember driving here.

Lucifer:
[to Sam] That's because I drove. You thought. [shrugs, then to Dean whispering conspiratorially] Sam is very suggestible. [Sam fires his gun at Lucifer]

Dean Winchester:
Whoa! Whoa! Sam! This discussion does not require a weapon's discharge. Look at me. C'mon. You wanna know what's real? Look, man, I've been to Hell. Okay? I know a thing or two about torture. Enough to know that if feels *different*. Than the pain of this regular... stupid... crappy... *this*!

Sam Winchester:
[desperate] No, no, how can know that for sure?

Dean Winchester:
Lemme see your hand. [Sam looks down at his gun hand] No, no. The gimp hand, lemme see it.

Lucifer:
[now behind Sam] Well, smell you, Florence Nightingale. [Sam looks over his shoulder at Lucifer. Dean follows his gaze, then desperately grabs Sam's injured left hand]

Dean Winchester:
*Hey!* [Sam looks at his hand, then at Dean. Sam is starting to calm down] This is real. Not a year ago. Not in Hell. *Now.* I was with you when you cut it. I sewed it up. Look! [Dean presses the wound on Sam's hand until it bleeds, and grabs the gun in his right. Sam winces]

Lucifer:
[now next to Dean, starts to flicker in and out] We've had a lot more with pain.

Dean Winchester:
[applying more pressure to Sam's wound] This is *different.* Right? Than the *crap* that's tearin' at your walnut? *I'm* different! Right?

Sam Winchester:
[pulls his left hand from Dean and holds it. Dean takes the gun from Sam's right hand] Yeah, I think so.

Lucifer:
You sure about that, bunk buddy?

Dean Winchester:
Sam.

Lucifer:
[flickering in and out again as Sam presses the wound on his hand] Doesn't mean anything. [Sam looks at Lucifer]

Dean Winchester:
Hey. [pulling Sam's attention back to him] I am your flesh and blood brother. Okay? I am the only who can legitimately kick your ass in real time. You got away. We got you out, Sammy.

Lucifer:
Sammy. Sammy, I'm the only one who can- [flashes in and out again as Sam mercilessly presses his wounded hand]

Dean Winchester:
Believe in *that!* [Lucifer flashes out] Believe *me*, okay? You gotta believe me. You gotta make it stone number one, and *build* on it. You understand?

Sam Winchester:
Yeah. [sighing deeply. More Calm down] Yeah, okay.