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Wr. Jeremy Carver

Dr. Charles Beeson

 

 

_What are you watching?

_Just some hospital show. Dr. Sexy M.D. I think it's based on a book.

_Heh. When did you hit the menopause?

_It's called channel-surfing.

 

 

 

_Seattle Mercy Hospital

_Dean, what the hell are you talking about?

_The doctor get-ups. The sexy inters. The "seriously". It all makes sense.

_What makes sense? What's going on?

_We're in Dr. Sexy M.D.

 

 

 

_You're not Dr. Sexy.

_You're crazy.

_Really? Because I swore part of what makes Dr. Sexy, sexy, is the fact that he wears cowboy boots, not tennis shoes.

_Yeah. You're not a fan.

_It's a guilty pleasure.
 

 

 

 

_Heaven or hell. Wich side you on?

_I'm not on either side.

_Yeah, right. You're grabbing ankle for Michael or Lucifer. Wich one is it?

_You listen to me, you arrogant dick. I don't work for either of those SOBs, believe me.

_Mm. No, you're somebody's bitch.

 

 

 

_Why do you think you two are the vessels? Think about it. Michael, the big brother, loyal to an absent father. And Lucifer, the little brother, rebellious of Daddy's plan. You were born to this, boys. It's your destiny. It was always you. "As it is in heaven, so it must be on earth". One brother has to kill the other.

 

 

 

_Cas, you okay?

_I'm fine. Hello, Gabriel.

_Hey, bro. How's the search for daddy going? Let me guess. Awful.
 

 

 

 

_You're gonna leave me here forever?

_No. We're not, because we don't screw with people the way you do. And for the record, this isn't about some prizefight between your brothers. Or some destiny that can be stopped. This is about you being too afraid to stand up to your family. Don't say I never did anything for you.