Dr. Fuller: You were referred to me by a Dr. Babar in Chicago.
Sam: That’s right.
Dr. Fuller: Isn’t there a children’s book about an elephant named Babar?
Dean: I don’t know. I don’t have any elephant books. Look doctor, I think the doctor was in over his head with this one (points at Sam). Cause my brother’s... (whistles and makes circles with his finger).
Dr. Fuller: Okay fine, thank you, that’s really not necessary. Why don’t you tell me how you’re feeling, Alex?
Sam: I’m fine. I mean, okay, a little depressed, I guess.
Dr. Fuller: Alright – any idea why?
Sam: Probably because I started the apocalypse.
Dr. Fuller: The apocalypse?
Sam: Yeah. That’s right.
Dr. Fuller: And you think you started it?
Sam: Well yeah. I mean, I killed this demon – Lilith – and I accidentally freed Lucifer from Hell. So now he’s topside, and we’re trying to stop him.
Dr. Fuller: Who is?
Sam: Me. Him. And this one angel.
Dr. Fuller: Oh, you mean like an angel on your shoulder.
Sam: No no. His name’s Castiel. He wears a trench coat.
Dean: See what I mean, doc? I mean the kid’s been beating himself up about this for months! The apocalypse wasn’t his fault.
Dr. Fuller: It’s not?
Dean: No. There was this other demon, Ruby? She had him addicted to demon blood, and near the end he was practically chugging the stuff. My brother’s not evil. He was just... high. So, could you fix him up so we could get back to traveling around the country and hunting monsters?
(Doctor smiles weakly, then picks up his phone).
Dr. Fuller: Urma? Cancel my lunch.



PUDDING!