The Curse of Dean Winchester

Inside Hospital Daytime, Sarah, Sam and Dean , in suits, hold up CDC badges and the Doctor asks "You expect me to believe you're CDC?"Dean looks at Sam and Sarah and Sam says "Excuse me?" Doctor says "It's just that you're a day early. First time in history I haven't sat on my ass waiting for you people." Sarah says "New administration. A change you can believe in." Doctor says "Right." Inside the Morgue, The Doctor pulls the corpse of Mr.Xavier out of a freezer. He looks like a dead eighty-year-old and the Doctor says "Meet Xavier Date of birth, April third, nineteen eighty-four." Sam exchanges glances between Sarah and Dean "I know, I ran the DNA twice that's definitely him." Dean says "Well, he wasn't big on the sunscreen, huh?" Sarah asks "So, what's your theory?" Doctor says "All I know is, decedent's male, twenty-five years old—and he died of old age." The Doctor walks away, Sarah, Sam and Dean glance at each other.

Inside the Hospital Corridor, Daytime Sarah, Sam and Dean leave the morgue and Dean is on his phone and says "You were right about this one. It's definitely a job." At Bobby's House, Bobby sits in his wheelchair, phone to his ear "Thought so, Any other stiffs in town?" Dean says "Just the one body." Bobby asks "Anything else?" Dean says "Couple missing persons, but usual for a town this size." Bobby says "Well, check 'em out." Dean asks "You think they're connected?" Bobby says "Call it a hunch." Dean says "You got it and , by the way, how you doing?" Bobby asks "Doing?" Dean asks "Yeah, You know, just...in general?" Bobby says "Oh, you mean my legs. Well, I'm just weepin' in my Haagen-Dazs. Idjit." Bobby hangs up.

Inside a House, Dean sits on an ottoman, looking at a framed photo of an Old Man, Cliff Whitlow, Sam sits in an armchair and Mrs Whitlow sits on the sofa and Sarah sits next to her, Mrs Whitlow says "That's the most recent." Dean hands the photo to Sam, The photo is of Cliff as a golf tournament champion, Miami Palms June 2009, holding a golf club and trophy. A USMC tattoo is visible on his right arm and Sam asks "How long has he been missing?" Mrs.Whitlow says "Oh, I knew right away when he didn't come home Tuesday night." Dean asks "Is there someplace he likes to go after work, maybe? A favorite bar?" Mrs Whitlow laughs "No. Tuesdays, he always works a bit late, but he always comes straight home." Dean asks "May I use your facilities, ma'am?"

Inside the Office Daytime, Dean enters the room, looking back over his shoulder and he scoops a pile of papers off the desk. He rifles the rest of the desk and the pockets of Cliff's coat and he pulls out a receipt and looks at it: it's for Madame Liu's Golden Palace and totals over $250 and says to himself "'Working late' my ass." Inside Madam's liu's motel corridor Nighttime, Sarah, Dean and Sam walk along the corridor and Sam says "Well, at least he's consistent. Same room every Tuesday, hourly rates." Dean says "Hope I got that kind of kick when I'm his age." Sarah says "Yeah, like the three of us will live that long." Dean says "True." Sam asks "So...what do you think's in there?" The three of them Pause, Dean says "A wrinkly, gooey corpse." They go on to stop outside room 44, Sam pulls out his lockpick kit and selects two while Dean and Sarah keeps watch. A man starts shouting inside the room "Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh! Oh, God!" The three of them look at each other and Sam and Dean slam the door open "Hey! What the—" The Man apparently y naked, is in bed with a Woman barely dressed, Sarah says "Oh."

Dean says "God." Another Woman comes out from under the covers and Sam says "It's gooey." Both Women flee the bed Dean says "Sorry. Uh, got the wrong room." Man says "Close the door!" Dean and Sarah is outside and Sam is about to close the door behind them when he notices something "Hey." The Man has a USMC tattoo that looks exactly like Cliff Whitlow's "Nice tattoo." Sam comes back into the room "Happen to know anybody named Cliff Whitlow?" The Man shakes his head "Never heard of him." Sam says "Well, that's weird." Sam pulls an ID out of the wallet that was apparently in the Man's pants "'Cause you're carrying his wallet." Dean goes over to the bed and yanks up the covers to look underneath "Huh."

Dean drops the sheets, "Your wife told us about your, uh, birthmark there. That's nice. Well, you look great. Cliff. Did you get some work done?" Cliff shakes his head and sighs "Could you give us some privacy?" The two woman are robed now. Dean winks at them, then goes back to glaring at Cliff, who's also robed now, hands one of them some money and they leave and he closes the door behind them "Please don't tell my wife." Dean says "Slow down." Cliff says "I'm begging you as far as she knows, I'm dead. For the love of God, let's keep it that way." Sarah asks "How can you possibly be Cliff Whitlow?" Cliff says "I can't tell you." Dean says "Well, either you tell us or we tell the missus." Cliff says "Okay! Okay! It was a game." Sam asks "Like...XBox?" Cliff asks "What's XBox? No. Poker. High stakes. Instead of cash, you play for years." Dean asks "What is that supposed to mean?"

Cliff says "Look, I know it sounds crazy. Guy comes up to me at a bar, invites me to play gives me twenty-five of these weirdo poker chips, right? Chants some mumbo humbo over them, says now they're twenty-five years. I'm laughing, but then I come out up and look at me." Sam asks "What was he chanting?" Cliff laughs "How should I know? All I know is, my bad hip's good, I threw away my glasses. One of those ladies was here for free! Man's some kind of miracle worker." Dean asks "What does this miracle worker look like?" Cliff says "Just a guy. Maybe thirty-five, brown hair, Irish accent and his name was Patrick." Sarah asks "All right, all right. Where's this game at?" Cliff says "He said he likes to keep moving, Never stays in one bar long and he finds you." Dean says "Thank you, Cliff." Sarah, Sam and Dean head for the door "Oh, and, uh...stay classy."

Phone Conversation, Sam, Sarah and Dean walk along the street, Dean is on the phone with Bobby "It sounds crazy, right?" Bobby says "No, There's lore on it goes back centuries. Traveling card player pops into town, You beat him, you get your best years back. 'Course, most folks lose." Dean says "Well, that would explain the crunchy corpse." Bobby says "Supposedly, this player's a hell of a card shark. Got a lot of years in the bank You find the bar he's working in yet?" Dean says "There's a lot of dives in this town,We're gonna have to split up." Bobby says "Well, why you still talking to me?" Bobby hangs up, Dean shuts his phone and Bobby's keys are on a stack of papers; he grabs them as he rolls past."

Inside the Bar nighttime, Dean is on the phone with Sam "Find anything?" Dean says "Yeah, a whole bunch of squat. You?" Sam says "No, not a thing." Dean says "All right. Well, you come up dry, circle back to the motel in two and your turn to grab dinner." Sam says "Usual?" Dean says "Extra bacon." Dean hangs up and sits down at the bar "Can we get a beer?" Bartender says "Yep." The Bartender reaches for two beer bottles, Dean asks "You wouldn't happen to know of a poker game going on in back, would you?" The Bartender opens the second bottle and passes it to Dean and says "It's a bar, not a casino." Dean digs into his pocket "My friend Ben told me you'd know." Bartender says "Don't know any Ben." Dean says "Sure you do. You know, balding, smart-ass, real ladies' man?" The Bartender leans forward "Listen, pals, I told you both, I don't know any Ben. I don't know nothing about a game." Dean says "You sure? 'Cause, uh..." Sarah slides a hundred-dollar bill, with its picture of Ben Franklin, across the bar. "He sure seems to know you." The Bartender glances down, then up, and takes the bill.

Behind the Bar, nighttime Dean and Sarah walks around behind the bar, Bartender Voiceover says "'Round back. Take the elevator down." Something clatters. Bobby rolls out of what is presumably the elevator and Dean asks "Bobby? What the hell are you doing here?" Bobby says "Planting daisies. What's it look like? Came in on the case." Sarah says "And you beat me here?" Dean says "Well, brains trumps legs, apparently." Bobby rolls around Sarah and Dean, They both follow him and Dean asks "So, you found the game?" Bobby says "Yep." Sarah asks "Did you stop it?" Bobby didn't answer Dean says "Bobby?" Bobby stops and turns around "Not exactly." Dean asks "What did you do?" Bobby says "I played, okay?" Dean says "And?" Bobby says "I lost."

Dean says "Are you kidding me? You played some—some he-witch?" Bobby says "Don't you take that tone with me." Dean says "You idiot!" Bobby says "They're my years! I can do what I want!" Sarah asks "How many did you lose?" Bobby says "Twenty-five." Bobby ages before Dean and Sarah's eyes and Dean says "We're not done." Dean heads into the elevator.

Below the Bar nighttime, An Older Man and a Young Woman sit at the bar; he is unnamed and her name is Lia another man stands next to them, chewing on a toothpick and he speaks with an Irish accent: this must be Patrick, the older man says "So, you're saying that you're a mind reader." Patrick says "Ah, come on. No such thing, But I can read people take your lovely companion here." The Older Man and Lia smile at each other Patrick says "I'd say, judging from her exquisite posture, she used to be a dancer." Lia chuckles, indicating to the Older Man that Patrick is right on the money "Not much of a drinker. Very independent and Looking for adventure." Dean comes up behind Patrick, grabbing him by the arm and says "Hey, man. Excuse me. Can I borrow you for a sec?" Dean adjusts his jacket to show Patrick the handle of his gun and Patrick glances down at it, then up at Dean and says "Oh, yeah. Of course. Great good to see you."

Dean grins, nodding, and glances at the Older Man and Lia he heads for a table across the room Patrick says "Would you two please excuse me?" Patrick follows Dean to the table "Sorry to cut you short with Mr. and Mrs. Easy Marks over there." Patrick says "Oh, no big." Patrick holds up a gold wristwatch "Wasn't a total loss." Under the table, Dean pulls out his gun "Look, I don't know what it is you think I did to your wife or girlfriend—" Dean rowns, confused. Patrick keeps fishing "—mother or sister, but, uh, I just want you to know, my feelings were real." Dean says "That ain't my problem, man-witch. You owe my friend some years." Patrick says "Oh, that's what this is, I'm sorry. He lost Them's the breaks." Dean says "Well, then un-lose him." Dean cocks the gun. Patrick flicks a glance down "Oh, go ahead and shoot me, if it makes you feel better. Besides, I could use a good...you know...tickle. You want years? Great. Play me for 'em." Dean says "Fine." Bobby and Sarah has come up to the table Bobby says "No." Dean says "They're my years, I can do what I want." Bobby coughs and Patrick holds up a cough drop "Lozenge?" Bobby wheezes and Sarah checks on him, "What? It's barely linty. Okay, well, suit yourself. Just trying to help." Dean says "All right, all right. Come on. Let's do this." Patrick asks "You understand the terms?"

Patrick asks "You understand the terms?" Patrick sets a red case on the table He opens it, chewing on a toothpick. It contains eight stacks of poker chips and he pulls out a stack of red chips. He takes the toothpick out of his mouth. "Buy-in's twenty-five years." Patrick closes the box then Dean says "Make it fifty." Sarah and Bobby glances at Dean, Patrick takes the toothpick back out of his mouth "I like the cut of your jib." Dean smirks, Patrick gives Dean another stack of red chips and holds his hand over them "Lannraich gu dealrach a-nis." Light flicks along both stacks. Patrick goes back to chewing his toothpick. Dean takes them and counts the chips in one stack "Twenty-five. That's twenty-five years. They go to him." Dean pushes the chips into the middle of the table "And he's cashing out." Bobby says "Dean." Dean says "Bobby."

Patrick asks "You sure?" Dean says "Yes." Patrick nods and holds his hand over the chips "Las suas agus cuir ás an teine. Mar sin bitheadh." The chips catch fire, burn to ash and blow away. Bobby is back to normal, "That's twenty-five years you just pissed away. Better be sure you can win them back." Dean taps his remaining chips "Shuffle up and deal." Patrick laughs "This is gonna be fun."

In the Motel Room nighttime, Sam opens the door and comes in, carrying a takeout tray with burgers and three sodas, He puts it on the table Sam says "Hey, Dean, Sarah? You two find anything?" Sarah says "Erm hey Sam, Uh, you might say." Sam startles and draws his gun, aiming for the Old Man in the bathrobe and asks "Who the hell are you!" Sarah doesn't say anything and the Old Man says "Dude, relax. It's me." Sam lowers the gun: the Old Man is very familiar and then Sam says "Dean?" Dean says "Hey." Sam asks "What the hell happened?" Sarah says "we erm found the game." Dean heads for the food and picks up a burger Sam says "You both f—I thought you said you were g-good at poker." Dean says "I am. Shut up. So, you were just gonna shoot some old guy? Is that it and you was going to let him do it?"

Sam says "I didn't know what you were. I mean, have you seen you? You look like—" Sarah says "Dean i'm a little mad at you right now, but i see why you did it but right now we're not sharing a bed or anything until we get you back to normal." Dean talks with his mouth full "The old chick in Titanic. I know. shut up and Sarah wow harsh much but yeah I understand." Sam says "I was gonna say Emperor Palpatine." The door thuds open and Bobby rolls in and Sarah closes the door and Bobby says "I see you met John McCain there." Sam says "Yeah. Either of you want to tell me what happened?" Dean says "Bobby's an idiot. That's what happened." Bobby says "Hey, nobody asked you to play." Dean says "Right me and Sarah should have just let you die." Bobby says "And for damn sure, nobody asked you to lose!" Both Sarah and Sam grins and Sam says "It's like Grumpy Old Men." Dean and Bobby turn to Sam and and speak in unison "Shut up, Sam."

Dean asks "What the hell were you thinking? He's a witch and he's been playing poker since guys wore tights." Bobby says "You just don't get it." Dean says "Yeah, I get it, Bobby. You saw a chance to turn the hands of the clock back and get out of that damn chair pretty tempting, I can Imagine." Bobby says "No, you can't." Dean says "You got me. I never been paralyzed, But I tell you something—I've been to hell, and there's an archangel there wanting me to drop the soap. Look at me! My junk's rustier than yours! You hear me bellyaching? Huh?" Sam says "Uh, actually, yeah." Dean says "Oh!" Dean sits down, still holding his burger "I'm having a heart attack." Sam and Sarah looks worried and then Bobby says "No, you're not."

Dean asks "What is it?" Bobby says "Acid reflux. Guys your age can't digest certain foods and you're gonna need to put down that cheeseburger." Dean sighs and puts down the burger "So, you want to keep emoting, or you want to talk about solving this little issue of yours? It's got to be about the chips." Dean says "I slid 'em across, Patrick did his little witchy number, and you prettied up in a hurry." Sarah says "I mean, what are you all thinking? Some kind of magic chips or something?" Bobby says "Definitely." Sam sits down, Dean asks "You remember what he chanted?" Bobby says "Yep—every word." Sam says "All right, then let's find out where he stashes his chips." Dean says "And steal me fifty. Benjamin Button me back into burger shape, What do you think?" Bobby says "I think you ought to put some clothes on." Dean fully dressed and Sarah goes to answer a knock on the door. It's a young, pretty Maid with a cart and an armful of towels.

Street Nighttime, Bobby, Sarah, Sam and Dean sit in Bobby's van, watching people go by and Patrick comes out of a building. He checks his watch and crosses the street without looking, noticing too late that a car is coming: it slams right into him. The Driver gets out and checks his injuries: it doesn't look like Patrick an have survived. The Driver runs over to a construction crew nearby "Guys, get some help! He came out of nowhere! Right out in front of me!" The Four of them all stare another car drives by Patrick's in the driver's seat and the driver and construction workers look between him and where Patrick got hit by the Driver's car, Dean laughs "I got to say, I kind of like the guy."

Skyscraper Nighttime, Bobby, Sarah, Sam and Dean have followed Patrick here, and now watch him leave the building, get in his car, and drive off. Dean looks at Sam and Sarah , who looks at Bobby, who looks at Sam, who looks at Dean and who looks at Patrick. Inside Statesborough Apartment Building Nighttime, Dean holds the door open while Sarah follows and Sam rolls Bobby inside, Sam, Dean and Sarah let Bobby roll himself but Bobby stops and sighs "Well, I'm out." A sign on the elevator reads "ELEVATOR OUT OF ORDER SORRY FOR THE INCONVENIENCE". Sam looks at it, then at Bobby and sighs, Up the stairs, Sarah and Sam jogs up a flight of stairs with no difficulty. Dean walks up one step at a time Sarah and Sam stops on the landing and Sam says "Dean." Sam points to a sign with a large 2. Dean sighs, Sam and Sarah continues up the stairs while Dean glares at the sign, then, determined, follows. Sam and Sarah leaves the stairwell. A long pause Dean follows, breathing hard Sam sorts through lockpicks in front of room 3701.

Inside the Apartment Nighttime, The lock clicks open Sarah, Sam and Dean enter and they search the place, Dean opens an armoire, knocks on the back, moves things, and opens the false back. There's a safe and Dean says "Sam, Sarah?" They both go over to Dean "Dime-store model. Piece of cake." Dean turns the dial, squinting and leaning in and out: the numbers are too blurred for him to read Sam says "It's like Mission: Pathetic. Watch out." Sam pushes Dean out of the way and turns the dial: it opens quickly. There are quite a few poker chips in the safe. Dean says "I could have done that." Sam frowns frowns at him and starts to grab handfuls of chips Lia asks "What are you doing?" The three of them turn around Lia is standing there, wearing a large silver locket and Dean asks "Aren't you the chick from the bar?" Lia says "I'm a lot more than that."

She throws up a hand, clenches a fist, and twists. Dean doubles over Patrick hurries up and puts a hand on her arm "It's all right, sweetheart. It's all right. They're harmless." Lia lets Dean go and Patrick steps forward "You three want chips? Take 'em. They're just chips, Einsteins It's showmanship. This may come as a shock, but the magic does not lie in a pile of crappy plywood or in any phony abracadabra. It's in the nine-hundred-year-old witch You three want years? Score 'em the old-fashioned way. Texas hold 'em." Patrick chews on his toothpick then Dean says "Fine. Let's do it."

Patrick pulls a card out of a pocket. It's the eight of hearts "What card am I holding up?" Dean squints at it and doesn't answer "That's what I thought. If your eyesight's that bad, what about your memory? I'm not a murderer. You, on the other hand..." Dean looks at Sam and Sarah "No, Sam or Sarah." Sam says "Dean." Patrick says "What, Sam or Sarah not much of a player? Okay, well, happy trails, Dean. Enjoy the twilight of your life. Should have taken better care of that ticker, though. Patrick opens the door "You're free to go." Dean takes the hint to leave Sam and Sarah follows "Oh, but, Sam Sarah...." The three of them stopped at the door "Your Brother and Fiancee's situation—that's punishment enough, but I can't let both without a small parting gift." Patrick claps three times Sarah asks "What are you doing?" Patrick says "You'll find out soon enough." Dean says "Let's get out of here Sam and Sarah." They Leave, Patrick closes the door behind them.

Inside the Corridor Nighttime, Sarah, Sam and Dean head for the outside door. Sam scratches at the inside of his thighs Sam opens the door for himself, Sarah and Dean and scratches some more Dean says "Dude." Sam turns to Dean, "I believe that he-witch gave you the clap." Sam goes stiff for a moment, then marches off with Sarah and Dean just laughs.

Motel Parking Lot outside of the Cicero Motel Daytime, Dean, Sarah, Sam and Bobby head towards the motel. To get there, they have to go up an incline. Sam, Sarah and Dean have no trouble. Bobby tries to roll himself up and can't "Little help here?" The three of them stop, Sarah goes down and pushes Bobby up the incline Sam and Dean walks alongside Sam says "You know, I still think I should play." At the top of the incline. Bobby takes over rolling himself Dean stops walking, so Sarah, Sam and Bobby stop too and Dean says "No, no, no. You're not good enough. I'm better. Bobby's way better. We both lost." Bobby says "Exactly." Sam says "So, what? So I don't get a say in this anymore?" Dean says "Sammy, when you get to be our age—" Sam says "You're thirty, Dean! Look, I've watched you hustle plenty of poker—"

Bobby says "Knowing the game is not enough, Sam. It's not about playing the cards." Sam says "It's about playing the other guy. I know that." Bobby says "Well, hooray for you. All I'm saying is, I played this guy. I know his style and I can take him." Dean says "No, Bobby. You don't have enough years in the bank." Bobby says "I got enough." Sam says "No, you'll die if you lose, Bobby." Bobby says "So what if I do, huh? What exactly am I living for, huh? The damn apocalypse? Watching men die bloody while I sit in this chair, can't take a step to help 'em?" Sarah says "Bobby—." Bobby says "No, no. It's the facts. I'm old...and broke down...and I can't... Bobby takes a moment to breathe "I ain't a hunter no more. I'm useless and if I wasn't such a coward, I'd have stuck a gun in my mouth day I got home from the hospital. Silence

Sam says "Bobby, you are not playing again. I'm not letting you do that. There's another way out of this. There's got to be and I'm gonna find it." Sam goes past Sarah, Dean and Bobby. Inside the Motel Room Daytime, Dean opens the door so Bobby can roll in, Bobby looks up and stops abruptly. Lia is sitting on the bed and she's holds up a piece of paper "Take it. It'll help you." Bobby rolls closer and takes it "What is this?" Lia says "The most powerful reversal spell you've ever laid your eyes on." Dean asks "And it reverses what?" Lia says "Patrick's work—all of it." Dean says "You—you saying I could be normal again?" Lia says "You and everyone else he's ever played."

She corrects herself "Who's still alive." Dean asks "Why the hell should we trust you?" Lia says "Trust me, don't trust me. I don't care. The spell is real." Lia gets up and heads for the door Bobby asks "If it zaps everyone, don't that include your man?" Lia says "And me, too. I look good for my age." Bobby says "Lady, this don't add up for squat. Why would you want that?" Lia says "I have my reasons. Lia looks at her silver locket "Do it quick. We leave town tomorrow." Lia leaves, Sarah, Dean and Bobby watch her go, then look at each other.

Below the Bar, Patrick chews on a toothpick. There's a glass of whiskey in front of him on the table are five cards in a row, the eight of spades, five and four of clubs, king of diamonds, and jack of hearts, and a pile of poker chips, about three dozen. His opponent, an old man named Hesh , clinks his poker chips against each other looking at his two face-down cards. Patrick looks at his own cards: the kings of hearts and spades, for three of a kind and Hesh has the nines of clubs and diamonds for one pair. Hesh throws a few chips on the pile "Bet." Patrick takes out his toothpick "I sense you've got me by the jewels on this one, Hesh. I fold." Hesh collects his chips "What are you up—like thirteen years there, Hesh? What do you say we call it a day?" Hesh chuckles "Thanks, Patrick."

Patrick looks up Hesh, when he realizes Patrick is talking to someone behind him, turns: it's Sam "Hesh here is gonna live to see his granddaughter's bat mitzvah. Isn't that right, Hesh?" Hesh turns back "Thanks again, Patrick." Patrick says "Shalom, my friend. Shalom." Hesh gets up and leaves. Patrick shuffles the cards "That was nice of you." Patrick says "I'm a nice guy. What can I do you for?" Patrick keeps shuffling and Sam sits down "Deal." Patrick smirks.

Graveyard, Bobby sits at the foot of a grave while Sarah and Dean digs, Dean says "Jawbone of a murderer. Great." He sticks the shovel in the dirt, breathing hard "You know, this really sucks. How do we even know her spell's gonna work?" Bobby says "We don't. But we ain't got a Plan B Now, less flappin' and more diggin'." Dean and Sarah goes to move another scoop of dirt. Something cracks on Dean and he says "Oh, God!" Dean moans, Bobby rolls his eyes "My elbows! I'm all creaky." Bobby says "Hurry up, you crybaby." Dean says "Pound it up your ass, Ironsides." Bobby says "One little grave." Dean says "Then you do it." Bobby says "Fine. I'll hop right in." Dean says "Well, least your legs are numb."

Bobby says "Shut up and dig, Grandma." Sarah hasn't stopped digging and Dean goes back to digging "Oh! Now it's my back!" Bobby asks "Can you straighten up?" Dean says "Yeah, but a little sympathy wouldn't hurt." Bobby says "Butt cheek tingling?" Dean says "Well, that's kind of personal." Bobby says "So Yeah?" Dean looks up "It's sciatica. You'll live. Keep digging." Dean says "You know, Bobby, killing you is officially on my bucket list."

Below Bar, Inside the Bar Nighttime, Patrick is chewing on his toothpick. He has a glass of whiskey on the table, two cards in his hand, and several stacks of chips. Several chips are piled in the middle of the table next to the four of diamonds, a red court card, a black seven, the three of hearts, and a black two. Patrick takes the toothpick out " I like you, Sam. I do. You're smart, and your heart's clearly in the right place." Sam doesn't answer Patrick throws down his toothpick and drinks his whiskey "I can tell a lot about a guy by looking." Sam says "You mean you're psychic." Patrick says "No. That'd be cheating. I'm talking about good old-fashioned intuition." Sam nods, "Right. Let's just play." Patrick drinks more whiskey "We are playing." He puts the glass down next to the toothpick "Does your big brother and Sarah know you're here?" Sam says "Bet Five."

Sam drops a stack of five chips on the pile. He has a lot fewer chips left than Patrick "Didn't think so." Patrick puts one stack of five on another and adds that stack to the pile "I raise. Here you are, right? Trying to clean up their mess, and they still want to sit you at the kiddie table." Sam looks down Patrick toys with a few chips "You're not the little brother anymore, Sam." Sam looks up "Then again, maybe you are. You're in over your head here, Sam. I mean, you can keep making these moves—you know, playing it cautious, playing the percentages. But I'm still gonna kick your ass into the nursing home." Sam asks "Does this armchair-psychology routine usually work for you?" Patrick laughs, "You tell me. You're the one who's losing." Patrick chews his toothpick.

A little later, Patrick shuffles the cards, chewing his toothpick. He has thirty or thirty-five chips and Sam fifteen or twenty, Sam plays with a few of his chips. Lia walks in and Patrick puts down the toothpick. Lia leans down to kiss Patrick and he looks at Sam and winks. Patrick asks "Little break?" Sam bursts out of doors that read "EMMIT'S PUB DELIVERY RING". He looks around and spots Dean and asks "How's it going in there?" Sam scoffs, "How do you think it's going? What about you? You have everything you need?" Sarah says "We still need a little he-witch DNA." Sam says "He was chewing it." Sam holds up a toothpick, Dean takes it "Hurry up, Dean. Please." Dean says "All right. Just keep him busy and Sammy ...don't lose." Sam goes back inside. Dean heads away, pausing to rub at his aching arm.

Back inside the bar, Sam plays with his chips. Patrick sits back down and Lia stands behind Patrick, who pushes the deck of cards across the table Bobby voiceover says "Airmidh mi air maponus, dia—" Outside of the bar behind it, a car drives in front of where Bobby, Sarah and Dean are set up, Bobby reading from Lia paper while Dean stands at the bowl full of burning things "—na hogalachd. Gairmidh mi air sucellus, dia na time." Sarah stands beside Bobby and Dean throws a handful of something in the flames, which flare up blue "Till an-dràsda obair uile gu bheilair a bhith deànta. Mar sin bitheadh. Drop it in." Dean looks at the toothpick and adds it to the fire. A pause "Well? How do I look?" Neither Sarah nor Bobby doesn't reply; the truthful answer is 'eighty years old'.

Below Bar, Patrick looks at Sam "Question." Patrick holds up a toothpick "Is this what you meant to give your big brother?" Sam doesn't let his expression change. Lia flicks a glance at the toothpick "The one you gave him never passed my lips. Won't do a scrap of good." Patrick throws the toothpick across the table "I don't like cheating, Sam." Patrick stretches out his hand and clenches a fist. Sam stiffens, gasping for breath, while Lia watches, Sam puts a hand to his throat.

Patrick is still choking Sam via witchcraft "Stop it!" Lia grabs Patrick's wrist "Patrick, let him go!" Patrick says "He tried to kill us!" Lia says "I did it! I gave him the spell!" Patrick , shocked, releases Sam and looks at Lia Sam gasps in air "What?" Patrick stands up and touches Lia's face "Why...why would you do that?" Lia says "You know why." Lia touches her silver locket "You know." Patrick looks away for a moment, then sits down "Keep playing." Lia looks away and Sam glances at her.

Bobby's Van, Bobby is driving, Sarah and Dean next to him "Everything we put in that spell was kosher." Dean says "Yeah, everything except the damn toothpick." Bobby says "You got to go get a speck of DNA. Strap on your track shoes." Dean says "Oh, goody. More stairs." Back underneath the Bar, More than a dozen chips are piled next to the eight of hearts, the queens of clubs and diamonds, and the two of diamonds. Patrick discards a card and deals the ace of clubs. Sam his hands folded against his mouth.

Phone Conversation, Dean is on the phone with Bobby while he looks around Patrick and Lia's apartment "It's too damn clean in here. First witch I ever heard of didn't spew bodily fluids all over the place." Bobby asks "Toothbrush, comb—anything." Sam stacks five chips next to another five next to the pile "Well, look at you—the percentage player betting the farm. Awful transparent of you, Sam. I mean, if I had a monster hand like you have, I'd trap you. But you get so excited, you bet yourself right out of a big pot." Patrick sniffs and picks up his face-down cards "I fold." He discards his cards "Set of ladies, I'm guessing." Sam collects a couple dozen chips and turns over his cards: the three of clubs and five of diamonds, for one pair of queens and Sam stacks his chips.

Patrick says "Nice bluff. If we had time, I could make a real player out of you." Sam says "I got time." Patrick grins "Maybe. But I can't say the same for Dean. Your brother's gonna be dead soon." Sam looks up "And when I say 'soon'..." Patrick leans forward "I mean minutes." Sam's expression changes, fearful, and he stands up. Patrick extends a fist to yank him back down with witchcraft "The game's not over till I say it is. Blinds." Patrick slaps down two chips and Sam one.

Dean spots a wine glass on a table, still with a little wine left undrunk. He starts toward it "Sam, Sarah..." Dean slumps to the floor, groaning. Patrick deals two face-down cards apiece. Sam glances at his and adds another chip to the pot "So." Patrick slaps down three cards and spreads them out: the ace of spades and fours of hearts and clubs. Sam eyes the cards "When it's about your brother, you get so emotional, your brain just flies right out the window." Patrick illustrates with a hand gesture "Good to know." Sam says "Go to hell." In the Apartment Nighttime, Dean lies on the floor. Sam shoves all his chips into the middle "I'm all in." Lia glances at him. Patrick sighs, checking his cards "Don't do that, Sam." Sam says "I can't leave until it's over? Fine. It's over. Now, where's my brother?"

Patrick says "Look, there's poker and then there's suicide." Sam says "Just play the hand." Inside Bobby's Van, Bobby is on the phone with Dean Sarah sitting next to him with a worried look on her face and Bobby says "Dean?!" Inside the Bar, Patrick deals the nine of spades. Dean lies on the floor, Sam and Patrick stare each other down,Sam worried, Patrick smug, Lia Nervous in the apartment Dean lies still. Inside Bobby's Van Bobby holds the phone, worried, In the bar, Patrick turns over his face-down cards: aces of clubs and diamonds "I'm sorry, kid. Aces full." Sam looks at the cards.

Inside the Apartment, Dean exhales, Back in the Bar Sam lets out a breath. He glances at Lia "You're crying." Lia sniffles, looking away. Both Patrick and Sam watch her "For a witch, you're so nice, it's actually kind of creepy. It's okay." Sam looks at Patrick "It was a great hand." Patrick moves to collect the chips: the only hands that can beat a full house with three aces are a four of a kind and a straight flush. The flop cards are three different suits, so he knows Sam cannot possibly have a straight flush, and he knows the odds are very slim that Sam has the remaining two fours "Just—" Patrick looks up "not as great as—" Sam turns over his face-down cards, the fours of diamonds and spades. He knew he had a four of a kind from the moment the flop cards were dealt; the only way to beat a four of a kind is with a straight flush, which he knew Patrick could not possibly have "as four fours." Patrick glances up at Sam, then down at the cards. Sam takes a deep breath and lets it out and Patrick leans back.

Patrick says "Well played. You know, that whole...going-out-of-your-head bit—very method." Sam smirks "Well, there's more to you than meets the eye." Patrick raises his glass and Sam nods "Cash these in for Dean, please." Patrick nods and he sets down the glass "With pleasure.

Inside Bobby's Van, Bobby is still on the phone. "Dean, you hear me? Damn it, Dean!" Both Bobby and Sarah spots something inside the building and turns to look. Someone comes out the door: it's DEAN, thirty again. He holds out his arms, grinning, and does a little dance as he approaches the van they stare at him Sarah smiles, Dean jumps up, clicking his heels in the air Bobby says "Idjit."

In the Bar nighttime, Patrick and Lia sit at the poker table and Patrick speaks in a whisper "I can't do this, Lia." Lia says "Yes, you can." Patrick Don't make me, I don't want to win." Lia opens her locket. There are two photos inside "I buried my daughter and she looked like this." Lia shakes her head "It's not natural." She closes the locket and Patrick says "You knew. When you decided to come with me." Lia looks down "This is what you wanted. You're still young, You're so beautiful and you have me." Lia says "I miss my family. I'm sorry, Patrick." Patrick says "I thought you loved me." Lia I do. Sweetheart, of course I do. I thought I was cut out for this, but I'm not." Patrick says "I don't think I can do this without you." Lia says "You got on okay for a long time before you met me." Patrick says "Check." Lia pushes her stacks of poker chips, spilling them over the chips already in the middle of the table "All in." A long pause Patrick does the same with his chips "All in." The face-up cards are the nine of hearts, queen of diamonds, king of clubs, and six and seven of spades. Patrick hesitates, then turns over his face-down cards, the king and queen of hearts, for two pair. Lia turns over her cards, the three of clubs and five of diamonds. Lia ages rapidly "Thank you." Patrick puts his head in his hands.

At the Motel, Bobby asks "No tricks—you actually beat the guy?" Sam spreads his arms "How the hell?" Sam smirks "Just lucky." Sam heads for the door, passing Dean , who's on the way in with a burger and Sam says "Hey. I'll see y'all guys later." Sam grabs his Jacket Dean asks "Uh...mm, nowhere." Bobby, Sarah and Dean look at him "A booster shot. Don't say it." Sam leaves, Dean comes in and puts his burger down Bobby groans "Well, I guess we can get the van loaded." Dean holds up a finger and clears his throat "I shouldn't have called you an idiot." Bobby asks "Which time?" Dean says "I'm sorry. I mean, I actually—I, I—I get it. Getting old ain't a bachelor party and dealing with the crap you got to deal with—" Bobby says "Don't you go on pity patrol." Dean says "You'd never stop complaining."

Dean stares for a moment "Fair enough You're not useless, Bobby." Bobby says "Okay. Good talk." Bobby goes to roll away, Dean steps in his path "No, wait a minute. Listen to me." Dean sits down and sighs, Sarah sits down beside him "You don't stop being a soldier 'cause you got wounded in battle. Okay? No matter what shape you're in, bottom line is, you're family. I don't know if you've noticed, but me,Sam and Sarah, we don't have much left. I can't do this without you. I can't. So don't you dare think about checking out. I don't want to hear that again." A long silence, Bobby says "Okay." Dean says "Okay. Good." Bobby says "Thanks. Now, we done feeling our feelings? 'Cause I'd like to get out of this room before we both start growing lady parts." Dean says "Yeah, we're done." Both Dean and Sarah gets up Dean gets up. He picks up his burger, looks at it, and puts it back down. He picks up his bag "Let's go, Ironsides." Dean slings his bag over his shoulder and heads for the door and Sarah joins Bobby says "Oh, that one's sticking, huh?" Dean and Sarah looks back, smiling, and leaves Bobby sighs.