Sam: Remember that thing in the paper yesterday?
Dean: "Stripper suffocates dude with thighs"?
Dean: It’s simple. Black and white. Human или non-human. See, what the doc is, is a freaking monster. I can’t do it. I would rather go to hell.
Dean Winchester: Oh, hiya, doc. Wakey, wakey, eggs and bakey.
Rufus Turner: There are things that Ты don't know about her.
Dean Winchester: Oh and Ты do? Right, because Ты know things.
Rufus Turner: Yep.
Dean Winchester: And let me guess, Ты lift her fingerprint?
Rufus Turner: Yep.
Dean Winchester: And that got Ты jack.
Rufus Turner: Yep. She burned them off. Probably years ago.
Dean Winchester: Yeah, so you're right where we are.
Rufus Turner: Nope. Ты do her ear?
Dean Winchester: Sorry?
Rufus Turner: Ты do her ear?
Dean Winchester: Эй, man I'll try anything once, but I don't know, that sounds uncomfortable.
Sam Winchester: Dean, there's no way she still has the Colt. That was months ago, she probably sold it the секунда she got it.
Dean Winchester: So then I'll kill her. Win-win.
Doctor: Didn't Ты read my report?
Dean Winchester: Of course we did. Oh, it was riveting, a real page-turner. Just delightful.
Doctor: Ты done?
Dean Winchester: I think so.
Doctor: Please, go away.
Dean Winchester: Okay.
Sam Winchester: Sure.
Dean Winchester: [to Bela] I'll see Ты in Hell.
Dean Winchester: Hiya, Bela. Here's a fun fact Ты may not know: I felt Ты hand in my pocket when Ты swiped that motel receipt.
Bela Talbot: Ты don't understand.
Dean Winchester: Oh, I'm pretty sure I understand perfectly. Y'see, I noticed something interesting in your hotel room. Something tucked above the door, an herb. Devil's Shoestring. Well there's only one use for that.
Pause
Dean Winchester: Holding Hellhounds at bay. So Ты know what I did? I went back and took another look at your folks obit, turns out they died ten years назад today. Ты didn't kill them. A demon did your dirty work. Ты made a deal, didn't you, Bela. And it's come due.
Flashback, young Bela swinging, crying
Crossroad Demon: I can take care of them for you. And it won't even cost Ты anything for ten whole years.
Her eyes glow red
Dean Winchester: Is that why Ты украл, палантин the Colt, huh? Try to wiggle out of your deal? Our gun for your soul?
Bela Talbot: Yes.
Dean Winchester: But stealing the жеребенок, кольт wasn't quite enough, I'm guessing.
Bela Talbot: They changed the deal. They wanted me to kill Sam.
Dean Winchester: [sarcastic] Really. Wow. Demons, untrustworthy. Huh. Shocker. That's, uh, kind of a tight deadline too, uh, what time is it? Oh, look at that! Almost midnight.
Bela Talbot: [crying] Dean, listen, I need help.
Dean Winchester: Sweetheart, we are weeks past help.
Bela Talbot: I know I don't deserve it.
Dean Winchester: Ты know what, you're right. Ты don't. But Ты know what the сука of the bunch is? If Ты would have just come to us sooner and asked for help, we probably could have taken the жеребенок, кольт and saved you.
Bela Talbot: [still crying] I know, and saved yourself.
Pause
Bela Talbot: I know about your deal, Dean.
Dean Winchester: And who told Ты that?
Bela Talbot: The demon that holds it. She holds mine too. She says she holds every deal.
Dean Winchester: She?
Bela Talbot: Her name is Lilith.
Dean Winchester: ...Lilith? Why should I believe you?
Bela Talbot: Ты shouldn't, but it's the truth.
Dean Winchester: This can't help you, Bela. Not now. Why are Ты tellin' me this?
Bela Talbot: Because just maybe Ты can kill the bitch.
Dean Winchester: [long pause] I'll see Ты in Hell.
He hangs up on her
Dial tone. Bela hangs up as the clock switches to 12:00 midnight. Hellhounds howl in the background. Bela stands to look out window, and there is a crash as the Hellhounds presumably attack and scene fades to black[/i]
Dean: "Stripper suffocates dude with thighs"?
Dean: It’s simple. Black and white. Human или non-human. See, what the doc is, is a freaking monster. I can’t do it. I would rather go to hell.
Dean Winchester: Oh, hiya, doc. Wakey, wakey, eggs and bakey.
Rufus Turner: There are things that Ты don't know about her.
Dean Winchester: Oh and Ты do? Right, because Ты know things.
Rufus Turner: Yep.
Dean Winchester: And let me guess, Ты lift her fingerprint?
Rufus Turner: Yep.
Dean Winchester: And that got Ты jack.
Rufus Turner: Yep. She burned them off. Probably years ago.
Dean Winchester: Yeah, so you're right where we are.
Rufus Turner: Nope. Ты do her ear?
Dean Winchester: Sorry?
Rufus Turner: Ты do her ear?
Dean Winchester: Эй, man I'll try anything once, but I don't know, that sounds uncomfortable.
Sam Winchester: Dean, there's no way she still has the Colt. That was months ago, she probably sold it the секунда she got it.
Dean Winchester: So then I'll kill her. Win-win.
Doctor: Didn't Ты read my report?
Dean Winchester: Of course we did. Oh, it was riveting, a real page-turner. Just delightful.
Doctor: Ты done?
Dean Winchester: I think so.
Doctor: Please, go away.
Dean Winchester: Okay.
Sam Winchester: Sure.
Dean Winchester: [to Bela] I'll see Ты in Hell.
Dean Winchester: Hiya, Bela. Here's a fun fact Ты may not know: I felt Ты hand in my pocket when Ты swiped that motel receipt.
Bela Talbot: Ты don't understand.
Dean Winchester: Oh, I'm pretty sure I understand perfectly. Y'see, I noticed something interesting in your hotel room. Something tucked above the door, an herb. Devil's Shoestring. Well there's only one use for that.
Pause
Dean Winchester: Holding Hellhounds at bay. So Ты know what I did? I went back and took another look at your folks obit, turns out they died ten years назад today. Ты didn't kill them. A demon did your dirty work. Ты made a deal, didn't you, Bela. And it's come due.
Flashback, young Bela swinging, crying
Crossroad Demon: I can take care of them for you. And it won't even cost Ты anything for ten whole years.
Her eyes glow red
Dean Winchester: Is that why Ты украл, палантин the Colt, huh? Try to wiggle out of your deal? Our gun for your soul?
Bela Talbot: Yes.
Dean Winchester: But stealing the жеребенок, кольт wasn't quite enough, I'm guessing.
Bela Talbot: They changed the deal. They wanted me to kill Sam.
Dean Winchester: [sarcastic] Really. Wow. Demons, untrustworthy. Huh. Shocker. That's, uh, kind of a tight deadline too, uh, what time is it? Oh, look at that! Almost midnight.
Bela Talbot: [crying] Dean, listen, I need help.
Dean Winchester: Sweetheart, we are weeks past help.
Bela Talbot: I know I don't deserve it.
Dean Winchester: Ты know what, you're right. Ты don't. But Ты know what the сука of the bunch is? If Ты would have just come to us sooner and asked for help, we probably could have taken the жеребенок, кольт and saved you.
Bela Talbot: [still crying] I know, and saved yourself.
Pause
Bela Talbot: I know about your deal, Dean.
Dean Winchester: And who told Ты that?
Bela Talbot: The demon that holds it. She holds mine too. She says she holds every deal.
Dean Winchester: She?
Bela Talbot: Her name is Lilith.
Dean Winchester: ...Lilith? Why should I believe you?
Bela Talbot: Ты shouldn't, but it's the truth.
Dean Winchester: This can't help you, Bela. Not now. Why are Ты tellin' me this?
Bela Talbot: Because just maybe Ты can kill the bitch.
Dean Winchester: [long pause] I'll see Ты in Hell.
He hangs up on her
Dial tone. Bela hangs up as the clock switches to 12:00 midnight. Hellhounds howl in the background. Bela stands to look out window, and there is a crash as the Hellhounds presumably attack and scene fades to black[/i]
