Lazarus Rising Media
Lazarus Rising
Written by:
Rose Carter
Music:
AC/DC -"You Shook Me All Night Long"
Jason Manns -"Visions"
The Republic Tigers - "Fight Song"
Martyn Laight - "Wrapped Around Your Finger"
Quotes:
Bobby: Dean?
Dean: That's what I've been trying to tell you.(Bobby and Dean hug)
Bobby: It's good to see you, boy.
Dean: Yeah, you too.
Bobby: But...how did you bust out?
Dean: I don't know. I just, uh, just woke up in a pine bo-
(Bobby throws holy water on Dean, he spits some out)
Dean: I'm not a demon either, you know.
Bobby: Sorry. Can't be too careful.
Dean: I know. I should look like a Thriller video reject.
Dean: I'm not a demon either, you know.
Bobby: Sorry. Can't be too careful.
Dean: I know. I should look like a Thriller video reject.
Bobby: (about Sam) How'd you know he'd use that name?
Dean: You kidding me? What DON'T I know about that kid?
Kristy: So where is it?
Dean: Where's what?
Kristy: The pizza that takes two guys to deliver.
Dean: I think we got the wrong room. (Sam appears in the background) Hey, ya, Sammy. (walks into room and Sam attacks him, Bobby pulls him off)
Sam: Who are you?!
Dean: Like you didn't do this!
Sam: Do what?!
Bobby: It's him, it's him, Sam. I've been through this already, it's REALLY him.
Sam: But...
Dean: I know. I look fantastic, huh? (Sam and Dean hug)
Kristy: So are you two like...together?
Sam: What? No. No. He’s my brother.
Sam: What? No. No. He’s my brother.
Dean: So tell me, what did it cost?
Sam: The girl, huh. I don't pay, Dean.
Dean: It's not funny, Sam.
Sam: Sorry Bobby, I-I should have called. I was pretty messed up.
Dean: (holds up girl’s bra) Oh yeah, I really feel your pain.
Sam: Hey, wait, you probably want this back. (takes off Dean's amulet and gives it back to him)
Dean: (looks at it a moment) Thanks. (slips it back on)
Sam: Don't mention it. Hey, Dean, what was it like?
Dean: What? Hell? I don't know. I-I-I-I must have blacked it out. I don't remember a damn thing.
Sam: Thank God for that.
Dean: Yeah.
Sam: I assume you'll want to drive.
Dean: (chuckles) I almost forgot. (to Impala) Hey, sweetheart, did you miss me? What the hell is that?
Sam: That's an iPod jack.
Dean: You were supposed to take care of her, not douche her up.
Dean: You were supposed to take care of her, not douche her up.
Sam: Dean, I thought it was my car.
Dean: (turns on car and emo music plays) Really? (tosses iPod into backseat)
(after seeing "Jesse Forever" tattooed on Pamela's lower back)
Dean: So who's Jesse?
Pamela: (laughs) Well, it wasn't forever.
Dean: His loss.
Pamela: Might be your gain.
Pamela: (laughs) Well, it wasn't forever.
Dean: His loss.
Pamela: Might be your gain.
Dean: Dude, I'm so in.
Sam: Yeah she's gonna eat you alive.
Dean: Hey, I just got out of jail. Bring it.
Pamela: You're invited too, Grumpy.
Dean: You are NOT invited.
Sam: Yeah she's gonna eat you alive.
Dean: Hey, I just got out of jail. Bring it.
Pamela: You're invited too, Grumpy.
Dean: You are NOT invited.
Pamela: And I need to touch something our mystery monster touched.
Dean: Whoa, well, he didn’t touch me there.
Pamela: My mistake.
Dean: You angling for a tip?
Demon Waitress: I'm sorry, I thought you were looking for us. Dean...to hell and back, aren't you a lucky duck?
Dean: That's me.
Demon Waitress: So you get to just stroll out of the Pit, huh? Tell me, what makes you so special?
Dean: I like to think it's because of my perky nipples. I don't know. It wasn't my doing. I don't know who pulled me out.
Demon Waitress: Right. You don't.
Dean: No, I don't.
Demon Waitress: Lying's a sin, you know.
Dean: I'm not lying. But I'd like to find out. So if you wouldn't mind enlightening me, Flo...
Demon Waitress: Mind your tone with ME, boy. I'll drag you back to hell myself.
Dean: No, you won't.
Demon Waitress: No?
Dean: No. Because if you were, you would've done it already. Fact is, you don't know WHO cut me loose, and you're just as spooked as we are and you're looking for answers. Well, maybe it was some turbocharged spirit, hmm? Or, uh, Godzilla, or some big, bad, boss demon. But I'm guessing at your pay grade, that they don't tell you squat. Because whoever it was, they WANT me out...and they're a lot stronger than you. So go ahead, send me back. But don't come crying to me when they show up on your front doorstep with some Vaseline and a fire hose.
Demon Waitress: I'm gonna reach down your throat and rip out your lungs.
Dean: (slaps her twice) That's what I thought. Let's go, Sam. (Drops money) For the pie.
Bobby: Why the hell didn't you tell him?
Dean: 'Cause he'd just try to stop us.
Bobby: From what?
Dean: Summoning the thing. It's time we face it head on.
Bobby: You can't be serious.
Dean: As a heart attack. It's high noon, baby.
Bobby: We don't know what it is. It could be a demon, it could be anything.
Dean: That's why we've got to be ready for anything. We got the big-time magic knife. You've got an arsenal in the trunk.
Bobby: THIS is a BAD idea.
Dean: I couldn't agree more, but what other choice do we have?
Bobby: We could choose life.
Dean: Bobby, whatever this, whatever it wants, it's after me, that much we know, right? Well, I got no place to hide. I can either get caught with my pants down again or we can make our stand.
Kristy: Getting pretty slick there, Sam. Better all the time.
Sam: What the hell's going on around here, Ruby?
K/R: I wish I knew.
Sam: We were thinking some high-level demon pulled Dean out.
K/R: No way. Sam, human souls don't just walk out of hell and back into their bodies easy. This guy bleeds, the ground quakes-it's cosmic. No demon can swing that. Not Lillith...not anybody.
Sam: Then what can?
K/R: Nothing I've ever seen before.
Dean: That's a hell of an art project you got going there.
Bobby: Traps and talismans from every faith on the globe. How you doing?
Dean: Stakes, iron, silver, salt, knife, I mean we're pretty much set to catch and kill anything I've ever heard of.
Bobby: This is still a bad idea.
Dean: Yeah, Bobby, I heard you the first ten times. (Bobby glares at him) What do you say we ring the dinner bell?
Dean: Stakes, iron, silver, salt, knife, I mean we're pretty much set to catch and kill anything I've ever heard of.
Bobby: This is still a bad idea.
Dean: Yeah, Bobby, I heard you the first ten times. (Bobby glares at him) What do you say we ring the dinner bell?
K/R: So, million dollar question, you going to tell Dean about what we're doing?
Sam: Yeah, I've just to figure out the right way to say it. Look, I just need time, okay? That's all.
K/R: Sam, he's going to find out, and if it's not from you, he's going to be pissed.
Sam: He's going to be pissed anyway. He's so hardheaded about this psychic stuff, he'll just try and stop me.
K/R: Look, maybe I should just take a step back for a while,
Sam: Ruby...
K/R: I mean, I'm not exactly in your brother's fan club, but he IS your brother, and I'm not going to come between you.
Sam: I don't know if what I'm doing is right. Hell, I don't even know if I trust you.
K/R: Thanks.
Sam: What I DO know is, I'm saving people...and stopping demons. And that feels good. I want to keep going.
Dean: You sure you did the ritual right? (Bobby glares at him) Sorry. Touchy, touchy, huh?
Dean: (over loud rattling and banging) Wishful thinking, but maybe it's just the wind.
Dean: Who are you?
Castiel: I'm the one who gripped you tight and raised you from Perdition.
Dean: Yeah, thanks for that.
Dean: Who are you?
Castiel: I'm the one who gripped you tight and raised you from Perdition.
Dean: Yeah, thanks for that.
Dean: Who are you?
Castiel: Castiel.
Dean: Yeah, I figured that much, I mean, what are you?
Castiel: I'm an angel of the Lord.
Dean: Get the hell out of here. There's no such thing.
Castiel: This is your problem, Dean. You have no faith. (briefly reveals his wings)
Dean: Some angel you are. You burned out that poor woman's eyes.
Castiel: I warned her not to spy on my true form. It can be…overwhelming to humans. And so can my real voice, but you already knew that.
Dean: You mean the gas station and the motel? That was you talking? (Castiel nods) Buddy, next time lower the volume.
Castiel: That was my mistake. Certain people, special people, can perceive my true visage. I thought you would be one of them. I was wrong.
Dean: And what visage are you in now, what, holy tax accountant?
Castiel: I warned her not to spy on my true form. It can be…overwhelming to humans. And so can my real voice, but you already knew that.
Dean: You mean the gas station and the motel? That was you talking? (Castiel nods) Buddy, next time lower the volume.
Castiel: That was my mistake. Certain people, special people, can perceive my true visage. I thought you would be one of them. I was wrong.
Dean: And what visage are you in now, what, holy tax accountant?
Castiel: This? This is...a vessel.
Dean: You're possessing some poor bastard?
Castiel: He's a devout man. He actually prayed for this.
Dean: Look, pal, I'm not buying what you're selling. Who are you really?
Castiel: I told you.
Dean: Right. And why would an angel rescue me from Hell?
Castiel: Good things do happen, Dean.
Dean: Not in my experience.
Castiel: What's the matter? You don't think you deserve to be saved.
Dean: Why'd you do it?
Castiel: Because God commanded it. Because we have work for you.
Castiel: I told you.
Dean: Right. And why would an angel rescue me from Hell?
Castiel: Good things do happen, Dean.
Dean: Not in my experience.
Castiel: What's the matter? You don't think you deserve to be saved.
Dean: Why'd you do it?
Castiel: Because God commanded it. Because we have work for you.