Supernatural

Ugh.

Leviathans.

Bobby: They're like shapeshifters,

and nothing can kill 'em.

Dick is coming.

Well, it's like I always say --

if you want to win, then you got to be the shark.

And a shark's got to eat.

You're bibbing me?

Sam: Bobby, what is it?

He's making the doctor eat himself.

They got him.

Dean, there are at least four Leviathans out there.

We don't even know how to kill one.

Well, it'll be quite a shock

when we walk in through the front door, won't it?

Okay, sons of bitches.

See what you're up to now.

Bobby! Come on!

Go! Go!

Hey, Bobby, your hat.

Oh, God. Bobby?

Bobby?!

Bobby?!

Bobby? Bobby? Hey, hey, hey, hey. Hold on.

- Sam, is he dead? - I'm checking.

Is he dead?!

Just drive, Dean! Bobby?

You got to talk to me, Sam!

All right, he's breathing. There's a pulse.

Keep him upright. Stop the bleeding.

I'm not an idiot, Dean.

I know first aid for a friggin' bullet to the head.

- I need the nearest trauma center. - Hold on. Hold on.

What's the address?!

All right, Bobby, hang in there.

Well, I guess we found Phil.

Wait a minute.

Something's not right here.

Yeah, no kidding, Bobby. There's a corpse in a tree.

Something bad's about to happen.

Yeah, well, danger's kind of on the W2, Bobby.

That's why we got the guns.

Or something bad's happened already.

Balls.

Y-you want to tell us what's going on?

Dean: Yeah. What's going on with your head?

I got shot in it.

You what?

Bobby, we've been with you all day.

Yeah, I think we would have noticed if you took a bullet.

I didn't take one here.

I-I took one out there, I-I-in the real world.

You lost us.

Look, Bobby, you -- you want to sit down, seriously?

No, there's something I got to tell you.

I --

damn it, I can't get at it.

Well, I-it's okay. Take your time. We're -- we're right here.

No, no, not you you --

real you, o-out there in -- in the waking world.

Numbers. Numbers.

Where's paper?

I didn't have time before...

...to tell you what they're cooking up.

You need to know.

Well, you just gonna stand there or hand it over, Bobby?

What the hell?

Karen?

You were expecting Farrah Fawcett?

No. She always calls first.

That's what I said the first time this happened.

What are you talking about?

Gimme.

Oh.

This...

This is just like it was.

You're beautiful.

Quit sweet-talking and come here.

I feel like we haven't talked in ages.

I know just how you feel.

Listen --

I have something I want to say to you.

No excuses this time, okay?

Just sit, Bobby.

I know what night this is.

I remember this.

I've thought about this a lot.

I really sat with this. ...Sat with this.

Don't make fun of me.

I wouldn't.

But right now I got to --

Mother Mary, I've got a messed-up fruitcake.

What, Bobby?

Nothing.

I got to go. I'm sorry, darling.

Bobby, wait.

Don't go.

Number-one trick

is to act like you know what you're doing, Bobby

Rufus?

What, I can't give you advice now?

All of a sudden, you know everything?

You know, I can always go wait in the car.

No, wait. I need your help. Bad

Your damn straight, you do.

No, listen to me, Rufus. I'm gonna die.

Oh, now, that's a realistic view

of the mortality rate on a ghost hunt.

Whoa! Whoa, Nellie, red line.

All right, baby boy, here we go.

No, Rufus --

Are you coming, Bobby?

I mean, we're not getting any younger here.

Coming.

God's gonna punish you.

Hello, Mr. Singer.

Your time's up.

So you're my reaper, huh?

You know, I've heard of you guys grabbing reapees

in broad daylight and in their sleep,

but I never heard of a reaper showing up

inside a guy's custard.

You're in a coma, genius. This is what happens.

I climb in your...custard and fish you out.

- Oh, you think you can lose me? - I'm gonna try.

I've got places to be, Singer. Don't waste my time.

Might as well, while I got it.

You're prolonging the inevitable.

I can find you anywhere!

Even in this gin-soaked rat maze.

Sam: I'm just saying -- look, you can't really compare.

There's not even a contest.

It depends on the criteria.

Survival is the only criteria, all right?

And when the crap hits the fan,

it's not about who has skill.

It's about who's the bigger badass.

Bobby, will you please tell Sam

that Chuck Norris could kick Jet Li's ass?

Grab me a beer while you're in there?

Woman: Bobby?

Bobby Singer, you had better be washed up when you come down.

You're filthy.

God, what is wrong with you?

It's like you want him to get mad.

Rufus: Whew! Poor thing.

Gets left at the altar, kills herself,

and then gets buried in the crypt.

Now she's going after men who break their girls' hearts.

Poignant, am I wrong?

Why you out of breath?

Did you go for a jog up there, man?

- I need your help, Rufus. - Yeah, clearly.

No, listen to me.

I want you to grab a torch, man.

As soon as I open up her coffin, showtime's coming pretty quick.

No. Will you listen to me, you son of a bitch?

There's a damn reaper coming for me.

There's a damn reaper coming for all of us, Bobby.

All right, let's put this damn ghost to bed.

I got plans for Purim.

Page the neurosurgeon on call.

Tell O.R. to put electives on hold.

Move trauma 2 to bed 7 as soon as it's clean.

Gunshot wound to the right frontal area no exit wound found.

Breathing spontaneously. Respiratory rate 18 and shallow.

RST at 120. B.P. 90 over 60.

- GCS 5. - Push 80 grams of mannitol over 30.

- Prep for intubation. - Air entry clear to bases.

Let's get a central line in here now.

What's happening? Please just tell us --

- Get them out of here. - Sorry. You need to stay out of their way.

- That's our Uncle. - You got to stay back.

- What are they doing? - We need to get him stable.

Okay, when are you gonna take the bullet out?

If we can get the swelling down,

if it's in a place we can get to, if --

If he even lives that long.

Forget it. I got to keep moving.

Heartbreaker.

Doctor: Push 30 more of mannitol over 10.

CBC and 'lytes. Bolus him with 500 saline.

Nurse: The vitals were stable two minutes ago.

Well, he's crashing now.