Take your brother outside as fast as you can.
Now two brothers… Dad’s on a hunting trip.
And he hasn’t been home in a few days.
This is dad’s book.
I think dad wants us to pick up where he left off.
You know, saving people. Hunting things.
The family business.
I got to find dad.
That’s the only thing I can think about.
Where have you got those amp up to? A hundred thousand volts.
Damn. Yeah, I want this raw head extra freaking crispy.
Now, remember you only get one shot with these things.
So make it count.
Is it still here?
Okay, hold your sister’s hand. We’re gonna get you out of here.
Let’s go, let’s go.
All right, go!
Sam, get them out of here!
Here, take this!
Sorry, I’m so sorry to ask.
There doesn’t seem to be any insurance on file.
Okay, Mr. Burkevits.
Look, we can finish this up later. No, no it’s okay.
We were just taking a short cut through the neighborhood and um…
Windows were all down, we heard some screaming.
We drove pass the house and we stopped, ran in.
And you found the kids in the basement.
Well, thank god you did.
Excuse me. Sure, thanks for your help.
Hey, doc. Is he…
He’s resting. And?
The electrocution triggered a heart attack.
A pretty massive one. I’m afraid his heart, it’s damaged.
How damaged? We’ve done all we can.
We can try and keep him comfortable at this point but…
I’ll give him a couple of weeks at most, maybe a month.
No, no, there is…
There’s gotta be something you can do. Some kind of treatment.
We can’t work miracles.
I really am sorry.
You ever actually watched daytime TV? It’s terrible.
I talked to your doctor.
That fabric soft teddy bear, oh.
I’ll hunt that bitch down. Dean…
All right, well. Looks like you’re gonna leave town without me.
What are you talking about? I’m not gonna leave you here.
Hey, if you take care of that car.
I’ll swear I’ll hunt your ass.
I don’t think that’s funny. Uh, come on. It’s a little funny.
Look, Sam. What can I say, man. It’s a dangerous gig.
I drew the short straw. That it, end of story.
Don’t talk like that, all right?
We still have options. What options?
Get burial or cremation?
I know it’s not easy.
But I’m gonna die.
And you can’t stop it.
This is John Winchester. I can’t be reached.
If this is an emergency call my son Dean.
866-907-3235. He can help.
Hey, dad. It’s Sam.
You probably won’t get this but uh…
He’s sick and uh…
Doctors says there nothing they can do. Um…
They don’t know things we know, right? Um…
So, don’t worry, cause I’m uh…
Gonna do everything it takes to get him better.
Just wanted you to know.
What the hell are you doing here?
I checked myself out. Are you crazy?
I’m not gonna die in a hospital where the nurses aren’t even hot.
You know, this whole…
I laugh in the face of death thing… It’s crap.
I can see right through it.
Yeah, whatever dude.
Have you even slept? You look worse than me.
I’ve been scattering the internet for the last three days.
Calling every contact in dad journal. For what?
For what’ll help you.
One of dad’s friends Joshua. He called me back.
Told me about a guy in Nebraska. Specialist.
You’re not gonna let me die in peace, are you?
I’m not gonna let you die, period.
I got you. I got it!