Yes, in the early hours of yesterday morning the man who called himself Sherlock Holmes
either jumped or fell to his death from the roof of this very hospital.
My name is Dean Winchester
and I did not kill anyone.
Looks like suicide.
My best friend,
Sherlock Holmes...
is dead.
You killed a man.
A good man.
Why would he do that?
Because he's a psychopath.
I did not kill anyone.
But I know who did.
Me too.
Amy Pond, huh?
Cute name.
Of course.
Who else?
You killed--
That's what I've been trying to tell you!
That's it!
The Teselecta time-traveling, shape changing robot powered by miniaturized people.
Look, I don't need to feel like hell...
For failing you, okay?
For failing you like I've failed every other godforsaken thing that I care about,
I don't need it!
I think you better tell me exactly what you're doing,
or I will have to kill you whether I want to or not!
Can't you see what's going on?
I need to do this and you need to stand away!
I don't have friends.
I've just got one.
No, it's not! It's not okay!
I fixed you!
You haven't been here for a long, long time.
