Cas & Dylan

(music)

Now it's 4 a. m.

and I'm still a hound

They dropped a mean-talking

Yankee off

In the last town

If I were in Kentucky

I'd be shootin' raccoons

Stoned as a driver

chasin' the moon

Hopped up driver

Chasin' the moon

Buyin' smokes for kids

and I pocket the change

Grab a deli stick

A barely legal

"Home on the Range"

- Ah. Mmm,

yeah that's good.

Dust in my tracks

pedal to steel

Dust in my tracks

Pedal to steel

Oh!

(Horn dying)

(screaming)

(both screaming)

(Cas):
It wasn't always

like this. Everything used

to be clearer to me.

Happiness was simple and

achievable. Medicine was

God. Right and wrong

was... (chuckles) ...black

and white. The world made

perfect sense. And I knew

exactly what I was doing in it.

(Indistinct hospital noises)

Ahh. My results.

I've been a doctor

for over 30 years. Lately

certain ethics of the

practice have become

irrefutably grey to me.

(Cas throwing up)

(answering machine):

You have one message.

- Hey, it's Alan. I uh, I hope

you've reconsidered and

you're not half way to

B. C. by now. Um, look, you

know the prognosis and I,

I get what Denise went

through but we all want

the same thing here. For

you to be around as long

as possible. Now's the

time to move on this.

We're talking about the

rest of your life, Cas.

- Hey Winston.

What? What do you

want? You don't even talk

anymore. Speak to

me. Use your words.

(Winston Barks)

Excellent.

Have a good day.

Mindless sh*t.

Sit. Excellent.

Winston.

Winston-- Winston?

- Hey! This is Denise. I'm not

in. You know what to do.

- Hey. I'm coming for a

visit. Yeah, long overdue.

I'll see you soon. Bye.

(Cell phone ringing)

(Dylan):
Hey Bobby.

Um, sorry, I was

doing a thing. Uh... Look,

I think we need to take a

break.

It's Dylan. Dylan!

Uh, look, I need some time

to think, you know.

To think! No, think! Would

you please turn down the

TV? I'm trying to have a

heartfelt moment with you

here. No. Well no. Where

am I supposed to go? I

mean, I've lived there for

almost a year now.

Fine, just come

pick me up. Well, how do

you expect me to get

home genius? Fly? Okay

whatever, I'll find a ride.

You know what, forget it.

Keep watching TV.

Yeah, okay. We'll

just, we'll figure it out

when I-- when I get back,

okay? It's like we're

taking a vacation.

A vacation!

No! Separately! Hello?

I like your focus.

- Excuse me?

- Whatever you're

writing. You seem really

zoned in. Kinda reminds

me of myself. I'm-- I'm a

writer and when a thought

occurs to me, I can

literally tune out the

entire world and just focus

in on my words. It's a gift.

Do you do a lot of writing?

- Would you stop, not--

don't do that please?

- Oh.

- Sorry.

- Nice car!

- Thank you.

- GPS, huh?

- You were in room 1101

yesterday, weren't you?

- Yeah! Yeah.

Dylan Morgan.

- Cas.

- Hi. Are you

a philanthropist?

- Am I a what?

- A philanthropist.

Do you have money that you

wanna throw away?

'Cause... I'm a

philanthropee and I'm more

than happy to have money

thrown at me.

- That's called a stripper.

- No it's not. So

you, uh, going on a trip, Cas?

- Mmhmm.

- Where are you going?

'Cause I could use a ride.

- I'm going west.

- Shut up!

- No, you shut up.

- That is so perfect.

That's where I'm headed

to. That-- that

must be a sign.

- No, no, it

doesn't have to be.

- My boyfriend lives

literally, like, right up

the highway, like

30 seconds away.

- How did you get here?

- I hitched a ride.

- Mmhmm. The answer's no.

I'm a solo traveller.

- Okay. Of course.

- Sorry.

- Yeah. No,

no makes sense.

Although, you wouldn't

even notice I was here.

- Yes, I would.

- No, I-- I'm quiet

like a... Teeny tiny

mouse. You won't even

know I'm in the car.

Thank you so much

for this. Hitching can

really suck. You know, you

never know what kind of

wacko is picking you up.

- I'm sorry

about your friend.

- Who?

- Uh... The guy in 1101.

- He wasn't my friend.

- He was an acquaintance?

- No, I never met

him before in my life.

- Oh.

- You know, I said I

was a writer, right? So

I've been visiting your

department to just really

observe human suffering.

- Yes.

- I like to think

that I'm suffering

vicariously through

your patients

- Huh. Haha.

Isn't that nice.

- I'm actually trying

to get in with this

publishing company out

west. They're the best, I

mean, I submitted my

manuscript to them and I'm

pretty sure they're

interested but it's kinda

hard to tell 'cause they

don't usually take my

calls. But,

fingers crossed.

- You actually

sent them something?

- Mmhmm. Action

Romanture. It's a new

genre. I invented it.

It's action, romance, and

adventure, and it's all

(splat sound) you know,

something for everybody.

What about you? What

were you writing?

- Nothing.

- Wanna hear

something? Listen to this.

"Though she couldn't look

him in the eye, she could

see into the deepest

depths of his soul. She

knew he would never

outgrow his sloth-like

qualities. And she knew if

she even hesitated for a

fraction of moment

she would lose

herself inside his

mobile death-trap."

- I-- I-- uh, I

don't know what to say.

- I know! It's

layered, right? I got all

of that from hanging

out in the hospital.

- How long before we

get to wherever we're going?

- Oh, it's right

here. This is my street.

- Right. Thirty

seconds away, huh?

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