The End Transcript

Written by: Ben Edlund
Directed by: Steve Boyum

TEASER

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EXT. CENTURY MOTEL

RELIGIOUS MAN:
[ speak to passerby #1 ] Hi. good evening, brother. Is your soul rapture-ready? Thank you, sir. God bless.
[ speak to passerby #2 ]Good evening, folks. Is your soul rapture-ready? Because what i'd like to do is just show you exactly what god's love is for you. Okay, god bless.
[ speaks to Dean ]Excuse me, friend,but have you taken time out to think about god's plan for you?

DEAN:
Too friggin' much, pal.

INT. MOTEL ROOM

DEAN:
We're talking about the colt, right? I mean, as in the colt?

CASTIEL:
We are.

DEAN: Well, that doesn't make any sense. I mean, why would the demons keep a gun around that, uh, kills demons?

CASTIEL:
What? what? did-- I didn't -- i didn't get that.

DEAN:
[ chuckles ] You know, it's kind of funny. Talking to a messenger of god on a cellphone. It's, you know, like watching a hells angel ride a mo-ped.

CASTIEL:
This isn't funny, dean. The voice says i'm almost out of minutes.

DEAN:
Okay, all right. I'm -- i'm telling you, Cass, the mooks have melted down the gun by now.

CASTIEL:
Well, i hear differently. And if it's true and if you are still set. On the insane task of killing the devil, this is how we do it.

DEAN:
Okay. Where do we start?

CASTIEL:
Where are you now?

DEAN:
Kansas city.[ grunts ] Century hotel, room 113.

CASTIEL:
I'll be there immediately.

DEAN:
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. No, no, come on, man. I just drove like 16 hours straight, okay? I'm human. And there's stuff i got to do.

CASTIEL:
What stuff?

DEAN:
Eat, for example. In this case, sleep. I just need like four hours once in a while, okay?

CASTIEL:
Yes.

DEAN:
Okay, so, you can pop in tomorrow morning.

CASTIEL:
Yes. I'll just -- wait here, then.

INT. MOTEL ROOM

DEAN:
Damn it, cass, i need to sleep!

SAM:
Dean, it's me.

DEAN:
Sam? It's quarter past 4:00.

SAM:
This is important.

( Scene cut, Sam had told the story )

DEAN:
So, you're his vessel, huh? Lucifer's wearing you to the prom?

SAM:
That's what he said.

DEAN:
Just when you thought you were out, they pull you back in, huh, Sammy?

SAM:
So, that's it? That's your response?

DEAN:
What are you looking for?

SAM:
I don't know. A-a little panic, maybe?

DEAN:
I guess i'm a little numb to the earth-shattering revelations at this point.

SAM:
What are we gonna do about it?

DEAN:
What do you want to do about it?

SAM:
I want back in,for starters.

DEAN:
Sam --

SAM:
I mean it. I am sick of being a puppet to these sons of *******.[ sighs ] I'm gonna hunt him down, Dean.

DEAN:
Oh, so, we're back to revenge, then, are we? Yeah, 'cause that worked out so well last time.

SAM:
Not revenge. Redemption.

DEAN:
So, what, you're just gonna walk back in and we're gonna be the dynamic duo again?

SAM:
Look, Dean, i can do this. I can. I'm gonna prove it to you.

DEAN:
Look, Sam -- It doesn't matter. -- Whatever we do. I mean, it turns out that you and me, we're the, uh -- The fire and the oil of the armageddon. You know, on that basis alone, we should just pick a hemisphere. -- Stay away from each other for good.

SAM:
Dean, it does not have to be like this.We can fight it.

DEAN:
Yeah, you're right. We can. But not together. We're not stronger when we're together, Sam. I think we're weaker. Because whatever we have between us -- Love, family, whatever it is -- They are always gonna use it against us. And you know that. We're better off apart. We got a better chance of dodging Lucifer and Michael and this whole damn thing, if we just go our own ways.

SAM:
Dean, don't do this.

DEAN:
Bye, sam.

INT. MOTEL ROOM ( FUTURE - 2014 )
Dean is waking up and look around. The motel room is completely rotten. Dean looks out of the window.... the streets, buildings, the whole town actual destroyed.

ACT ONE
EXT. DESTROYED TOWN - IN FRONT OF THE CENTURY MOTEL

DEAN:
Little girl? Are you hurt? You know the not-talking thing is kind of creepy, right?

LITTLE GIRL:
[ shrieks - attacks Dean ]

DEAN:
Oh, crap.

Infected People ( Zombis ) walks around the corner, Dean runs away ... and he has reached a blind alley. Then the military shows up, gunfire starts,'Do You Love Me by The Contours' as soundtrack and they're shooting at the 'Zombis'.

EXT. HOT ZONE ENCLOSURE

DEAN:
[ grunts ] "August 1st, 2014."

INT. CAR

[ static on radio ]

DEAN:
That's never a good sign.

ZACHARIAH:
"Croatoan pandemic reaches australia."

DEAN:
I thought i smelled your stink. On this "back to the future" crap.

ZACHARIAH:
"president Palin defends bombing of houston." Certainly a buyer's market in real estate.. Let's see what's happening in sports. That's right -- no more sports. Congress revoked the right to group assembly. What's left of congress, that is. Hardly a quorum,if you ask me.

DEAN:
How did you find me?

ZACHARIAH:
Afraid we had to tap some unorthodox resources of late -- Human informants. We've been making inspirational visits. To the fringier christian groups. They've been given your image,told to keep an eye out.

DEAN:
The bible freak outside the motel -- He, what, dropped a dime on me?

ZACHARIAH:
Onward, christian soldiers.

DEAN:
Okay, well, good, great. You have had your jollies. Now send me back,you son of a *****.

ZACHARIAH:
Oh, you'll get back -- all in good time. We want you to marinate a bit.

DEAN:
Marinate?

ZACHARIAH:
Three days, Dean. Three days to see where this course of action takes you.

DEAN:
What's that supposed to mean?

ZACHARIAH:
It means that your choices have consequences. [ newspaper snaps ]This is what happens to the world. If you continue to say "no" to Michael.Have a little look-see.

INT. BOBBYS HOUSE

DEAN:
Bobby? -- Bobby, i'm coming in! -- Where is everybody, bobby?
Looks at a photo with Bobby, Castiel and other soldiers / hunters
"Camp Chitaqua."

EXT. CAMP CHITAQUA

DEAN:
Oh, baby, no. -- Ohhh. baby, what did they do to you?

ACT TWO
INT. ROOM / HOUSE AT THE CAMP

DEAN:
What the hell?

FUTURE-DEAN:
I should be asking that question, don't you think? In fact, why don't you give me one good reason. Why i shouldn't gank you right here and now?

DEAN:
Because you'd only be hurting yourself.

FUTURE - DEAN:
Very funny.

DEAN:
Look, man -- I'm no shapeshifter or demon or anything, okay?

FUTURE - DEAN:
Yeah, i know. i did the drill while you were out. Silver, salt, holy water -- nothing. But you know what was funny? Was that you had every hidden lockpick, box cutter, and switchblade that i carry. Now, you want to explain that? Oh, and the, uh...resemblance, while you're at it?

DEAN:
Zachariah.

FUTURE - DEAN:
Come again?

DEAN:
I'm you from the tail end of 2009. Zach plucked me from my bed. And threw me five years into the future.

FUTURE - DEAN:
Where is he? I want to talk to him.

DEAN:
I don't know.

FUTURE - DEAN:
Oh, you don't know.

DEAN:
No, i don't know. Look, i just want to get back to my own friggin' year, okay?

FUTURE - DEAN:
Okay. If you're me ... then tell me something only i would know.

DEAN:
[ scoffs ] Rhonda hurley. We were, uh... 19. She made us try on her panties. They were pink. And satiny. And you know what? We kind of liked it.

FUTURE - DEAN:
Touche? -- So, what ? Zach zapped you up here to see how bad it gets?

DEAN:
I guess. Croatoan virus, right? That's their endgame?

FUTURE - DEAN:
It's efficient, it's incurable, and it's scary as hell. Turns people into monsters. Started hitting the major cities about two years ago. World really went in the crapper after that.

DEAN:
What about Sam?

FUTURE - DEAN:
Heavyweight showdown in detroit. From what i understand, Sam didn't make it.

DEAN:
You weren't with him?

FUTURE - DEAN:
No. No, me and Sam,we hadn't talked in -- Hell, five years.

DEAN:
We never tried to find him?

FUTURE - DEAN:
I got other people to worry about.

DEAN:
Where you going?

FUTURE - DEAN:
I got to run an errand.

DEAN:
Whoa. you're just gonna leave me here?

FUTURE - DEAN:
Yes. I got a camp full of twitchy trauma survivors out there. With an apocalypse hanging over their head. The last thing they need to see is a version of "the parent trap." So, yeah, you stay locked down.

DEAN:
Okay. all right. Fine. But you don't have to cuff me, man. Oh, come on. you don't trust yourself?

FUTURE - DEAN:
No. Absolutely not.

DEAN:
Dick.

EXT. IN FRONT OF THE HOUSE AT THE CAMP

FUTURE - CHUCK:
Hey, Dean. You got a second?

DEAN:
NO, oh yes. Uh...i-i guess. -- Hi, chuck.

FUTURE - CHUCK:
Hi. So, uh, listen, we're pretty good on canned goods for now, but we're down to next to nothing. On perishables and -- and hygiene supplies. People are not gonna be happy about this. So, what do you think we should do?

DEAN:
I-i don't know. Maybe, uh, share? You know,like at a kibbutz.

FUTURE - CHUCK:
Wait a minute. aren't you supposed to be out on a mission right now?

DEAN:
Absolutely. And i will be.

FUTURE - CHUCK:
Uh-oh.

DEAN:
Whoa! geez! Easy, lady!

FUTURE - CHUCK:
Risa.

DEAN:
Risa?

RISA: You spent the night in Jane's cabin last night, didn't you?

DEAN: Uh, what? I-i don't -- did i?

Future - Chuck nods.

RISA:
I thought we had a "connection."

DEAN:
Well, i'm sure that we do.

RISA:
Yeah?

FUTURE - CHUCK:
Hi, Risa.

RISA:
Screw you.

DEAN:
Oh, geez. i'm getting busted for stuff i haven't even done yet.

FUTURE - CHUCK:
What?

DEAN:
Uh, never mind. Hey, chuck, is...Cass still here?

FUTURE - CHUCK:
[ chuckling ] yeah. I don't think Cass is going anywhere.

INT. FUTURE - CASTIELS ROOM
FUTURE - CASTIEL:
So, in this way. We're each a fragment of total perception -- Just, uh, one compartment. In that dragonfly eye of group mind. Now, the key to this total, shared perception -- It's, um... it's surprisingly physical. [ sees DEAN ] Oh. Excuse me, ladies. I think i need to confer with our fearless leader for a minute. Why not go get washed up for the orgy? You're all so beautiful.
Future - Castiel stretched his back, grunting

DEAN:
What are you, a hippie?

FUTURE - CASTIEL:
I thought you'd gotten over trying to label me. [ sighs ]

DEAN:
Cass, we got to talk.

FUTURE - CASTIEL:
Whoa. Strange.

DEAN:
What?

FUTURE - CASTIEL:
You...are not you -- Not "now" you, anyway.

DEAN:
No! yeah. Yes, exactly.

FUTURE - CASTIEL:
What year are you from?

DEAN:
2009.
FUTURE - CASTIEL: [ sighs ] Who did this to you? Is it Zachariah?

DEAN:
Yes.

FUTURE - CASTIEL:
[ sighs ] Interesting.

DEAN:
Oh, yeah, it's friggin' fascinating. Now [claps hands] why don't you strap on your angel wings. And fly me back to my page on the calendar?

FUTURE - CASTIEL:
[ chuckling ] I wish i could just, uh, strap on my wings, but i'm sorry -- no dice [ chuckles ]

DEAN:
What, are you stoned?

FUTURE - CASTIEL:
Uh...generally, yeah.

DEAN:
What happened to you?

FUTURE - CASTIEL:
Life.

EXT. ROOM / HOUSE AT THE CAMP

FUTURE - DEAN:
[ gun cocks ]

DEAN:
Hey. hey! watch out!

[ gunshot ]

FUTURE - DEAN:
Damn it. I'm not gonna lie to you. Me and him -- It's a pretty messed-up situation we got going. But believe me, when you need to know something, you will know it. Until then, we all have work to do.

INT. ROOM / HOUSE AT THE CAMP

[ door slams ]

FUTURE - DEAN:
What the hell was that?

DEAN:
What the hell was that? You just shot a guy in cold blood.

FUTURE - DEAN:
We were in an open quarantine zone -- Got ambushed by some crotes on the way out. Crotes -- croatoans. One of them infected Yager.

DEAN:
How do you know?

FUTURE - DEAN:
'cause after a few years of this, i know. I started seeing symptoms about a half an hour ago. Wasn't gonna be long before he flipped. I didn't see the point in troubling a good man with bad news.

DEAN:
"troubling a good man"? You just blew him away in front of your own people. Don't you think that freaked them out a little bit?

FUTURE - DEAN:
It's 2014. Plugging some crote --it's called commonplace. Trading words with my friggin' clone -- that might have freaked them out a little.

DEAN:
All right, look --

FUTURE - DEAN:
No, you look. This isn't your time. It's mine. You don't make the decisions. I do. So, when i say stay in, you stay in.

DEAN:
All right, man. I'm sorry. Look, i-i'm not trying to mess you or...me -- Us up here.

FUTURE - DEAN:
I know.

DEAN:
It's just been a really wacky weekend.

FUTURE - DEAN:
Tell me about it.

DEAN:
What was the mission, anyway? The colt?

FUTURE - DEAN:
The colt.

DEAN:
Where was it?

FUTURE - DEAN:
Everywhere. They've been moving it around. Took me five years, but... I finally got it.And tonight -- tonight, i'm gonna kill the devil.