[FADE IN: GUTHRIE, OKLAHOMA. STREET CORNER. DAY. An African-American man, DR. JENNINGS, is walking when his cell phone rings. He answers.]
DR. JENNINGS: Hello? Yeah? [Several images begin to flash in his head quickly. He sees himself in a store, cocking a gun.] All right. [He hangs up, transfixed, and watches a Blue Ridge company bus drive down the street.]
[DR. JENNINGS crosses the street and enters a gun shop. He walks up to the store clerk, DENNIS.]
DR. JENNINGS: [smiling] Afternoon, Dennis.
DENNIS: Hey, Doc.
DR. JENNINGS: I’d like to look at a gun.
DENNIS: [laughing] Yeah, right. [He sees that DR. JENNINGS isn’t laughing.] Seriously? [The doctor nods. After looking at some of the guns, he points to a rifle on a display.]
DR. JENNINGS: That one.
DENNIS: Okay. [He takes it off the wall and hands it to the doctor.] That’s a turkey hunter, 12-gauge, pump-action. Don’t leave enough turkey behind, if you ask me.
DR. JENNINGS: What sort of shells does it use? [DENNIS takes a box of shells out from behind the counter.]
DENNIS: Right here. I’m taking the boys up to the cabin this weekend if, uh…I mean, if you think you might like to take up the sport. [He laughs.]
DR. JENNINGS: [laughing] Thanks, but no. [He begins loading the gun.] You know guns make me nervous. They always have. Now, this one goes in here, right?
DENNIS: Whoa, Doc! No, no, you can’t load a weapon on the premises. It’s illegal!
DR. JENNINGS: It’s okay, Dennis.
DENNIS: No, no.
DR. JENNINGS: It’s okay, Dennis. [The customers in the store begin to look scared.] It’s all gonna be okay. [He points the gun at DENNIS and shoots him. The customers panic.] No, no, it’s okay. It’s okay. It’s all gonna be okay. [He then points the gun under his chin and shoots himself, splattering blood all over the wall.]
[CUT TO: BATHROOM. It is clear that SAM has just had a vision. Images of DR. JENNINGS and the Blue Ridge bus flash in his mind. He splashes water on his face in the sink to calm down. DEAN enters.]
DEAN: Sam, come on, zip it up. Let’s hit the…[he notices SAM looking upset.]…road. What? [The screen goes black.]
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[FADE IN: INT. IMPALA. The boys are driving.]
DEAN: I don’t know, man. Why don’t we just chill out and think about this?
SAM: [turning off the radio] What’s there to think about?
DEAN: I just don’t know if going to the Roadhouse is the smartest idea.
SAM: Dean, it’s another premonition. I know it. This is gonna happen, and Ash can tell us where.
DEAN: Yeah, man, but—
SAM: Plus, it could have some connection with the demon. My visions always do.
DEAN: That’s my point. There’s gonna be hunters there. I don’t know if going in and announcing that you’re some supernatural freak with a demonic connection is the best thing, okay?
SAM: So, I’m a freak now? [DEAN pauses.]
DEAN: [smirking] You’ve always been a freak. [He pats SAM’S knee and keeps driving.]
[CUT TO: INT. HARVELLE’S ROADHOUSE. A hunter, ED, is watching JO beat him at an arcade shooting game.]
ED: [handing her cash] Damn, little lady, that was my room money.
JO: Then I guess you’re taking a truck nap tonight. [She smiles and walks away. ELLEN approaches.]
ELLEN: I’d have checked the high scores before you put your money down. [She displays the high scores and shows that they all belong to JO.] Went and got yourself hustled, Ed.
[DEAN and SAM enter and approach JO.]
JO: Just can’t stay away, huh? [DEAN chuckles.]
DEAN: Yeah, looks like it. How you doin’, Jo?
SAM: Where’s Ash?
JO: In his back room.
SAM: Great. [He walks away.]
JO: [calling after him] And I’m fine.
DEAN: Sorry, he’s…we’re kind of on a bit of a timetable. [She nods.] So…[he walks past her.]
[In the back of the bar, SAM is knocking on ASH’S door. There is a sign on the door reading, “Dr. Badass Is In”.]
SAM: Ash! [He knocks again and gets no answer.] Hey, Ash! [DEAN approaches.]
DEAN: [knocking] Hey, Dr. Badass! [After a moment, ASH opens his door, shirtless and presumably naked from the waist down.]
ASH: Sam? Dean? [sniffs] Sam and Dean. [DEAN looks away, disgusted.]
SAM: Hey, Ash. Um, we need your help.
ASH: Hell, then…I guess I need my pants. [He closes the door.]
[A few moments later, ASH is at his laptop with the boys. SAM has drawn the Blue Ridge bus logo for ASH, and he has looked up the website online.]
ASH: So, I got a match. Let’s see…it’s the logo for the Blue Ridge bus lines
Guthrie, Oklahoma.
SAM: Okay, do me a favor. Check Guthrie for any demonic signs or omens or anything like that.
ASH: You think the demon’s there?
SAM: Yeah, maybe.
ASH: Why would you think that?
DEAN: Just check it, all right? [He exchanges a glance with SAM.]
ASH: No, sir. Nothing, no demon.
SAM: All right, try something else for me. Search Guthrie for a house fire. It would be 1983, the fire’s origin would be a baby’s nursery, the night of the kid’s six-month birthday. [ASH looks at him like he’s crazy.]
ASH: Okay, now that is just weird, man. Why the hell would I be lookin’ for that?
[SAM places a beer bottle in front of him.]
SAM: ‘Cause there’s a PBR in it for ya.
ASH: Give me fifteen minutes.
[A while later, DEAN is drinking by himself at the bar. JO walks to the jukebox and puts on REO Speedwagon’s, “Can’t Fight This Feeling”. When DEAN hears the music, he cringes. She walks over to him and notices he looks uncomfortable.]
JO: What?
DEAN: REO Speedwagon?
JO: Damn right, REO. Kevin Cronin sings it from the heart.
DEAN: [smirking] He sings it from the hair. There’s a difference. [JO looks annoyed and checks to make sure ELLEN isn’t listening.]
JO: That profile you’ve got Ash looking for?
DEAN: Mm?
JO: Your mom died the same way, didn’t she? A fire in Sam’s nursery?
DEAN: Look, Jo, it’s kind of a family thing.
JO: I could help.
DEAN: I’m sure you could. But we’ve gotta handle this one ourselves. Besides, if I ran off with you, I think your mother might kill me. [ELLEN looks over at them and seems confused. DEAN smiles at her.]
JO: You’re afraid of my mother?
DEAN: [still smiling] I think so. [SAM comes over to them.]
SAM: We have a match. We gotta go.
DEAN: All right, Jo. I’ll see you later. [He gets up and they leave, leaving JO disappointed.]
[CUT TO: INT. IMPALA.]
DEAN: [singing] And even as I wander, I’m keeping you in sight. You’re a candle in the window on a cold, dark winter’s night. And I’m getting closer than I ever thought I might—
SAM: You’re kidding, right?
DEAN: [embarrassed] I heard the song somewhere, I can’t get it out of my head. I don’t know, man. What do you got?
SAM: [looking at paperwork] Andrew Gallagher –- born in ’83, like me. Lost his mother in a nursery fire exactly six months later, also like me.
DEAN: You think the demon killed his mom?
SAM: Sure looks like it.
DEAN: How’d you even know to look for this guy?
SAM: Every premonition I’ve had -- if they’re not about the demon, they’re about the other kids the demon visited. Like Max Miller, remember him?
DEAN: Yeah, but Max Miller was a pasty little psycho.
SAM: The point is, he was killing people, and I was having the same type of visions about him. Now it could be happening all over again with this Gallagher guy.
DEAN: How do we find him?
SAM: I don’t know. No current address, no current employment. He still owes money on all his bills –- phone, credit, utilities.
DEAN: Collection agency flags?
SAM: Not in the system.
DEAN: They just let him take a walk?
SAM: Seems like it. There’s a work address from his last W-2, about a year ago. Let’s start there.
[CUT TO: INT. OKLAHOMA DINER. A young woman, TRACY, is pouring coffee for SAM and DEAN, who are dressed in suits.]
TRACY: You won’t get anything out of Andy, guys. I’m sorry, but they never do.
SAM: They?
TRACY: You’re debt collectors, right? Once in a while, they come by. I don’t know what Andy says to them, but they never come back.
DEAN: Actually, we’re lawyers, representing his great-aunt Lita. She passed, God rest her soul, but left Andy a sizable estate.
SAM: Yeah. So, are you a friend of his?
TRACY: I used to be, yeah. I don’t see much of Andy anymore. [A male worker, WEBBER, comes over and sits at the table.]
WEBBER: Andy? Andy kicks ass, man!
DEAN: Is that right?
WEBBER: Yeah! Andy can get you into anything, man. He even got me backstage at Aerosmith once. It was beautiful, bro.
TRACY: Uh-huh. How about bussing a table or two, Webber?
WEBBER: [after a pause] Yeah, you bet, boss. [He leaves.]
TRACY: Look, if you wanna find him, try Orchard Street. Just look for a van with a Barbarian queen painted on the side.
DEAN: A Barbarian queen?
TRACY: She’s riding a polar bear. It’s kind of hard to miss.
[CUT TO: ORCHARD STREET. DEAN and SAM are in the Impala, across the street from ANDY’S van.]
DEAN: I’m sorry, I’m starting to like this dude. That van is sweet. [He looks over at SAM, who seems upset.] What’s wrong?
SAM: Nothing.
DEAN: Sam, you look like you’re sucking on a lemon. What’s going on?
SAM: This Andrew Gallagher –- he’s the second guy like this we’ve found, Dean. The demon came to them when they were kids, now they’re killing people.
DEAN: We don’t know what Andrew Gallagher is, okay? Could be innocent.
SAM: My visions haven’t been wrong yet.
DEAN: What’s your point?
SAM: My point is, I’m one of them.
DEAN: No, you’re not.
SAM: Dean, the demon said he had plans for me and children like me.
DEAN: Yeah?
SAM: Yeah, maybe this is his plan, maybe we’re all a bunch of psychic freaks! Maybe we’re all supposed to be—
DEAN: What, killers?
SAM: Yeah.
DEAN: So, the demon wants you out there, killing with your minds, is that it? Oh, give me a break. You’re not a murderer, Sam! You don’t have it in your bones!
SAM: No? [pause] Last I checked, I kill all kinds of things.
DEAN: Well, those things were askin’ for it. There’s a difference. [He turns away from SAM, looking worried. A second later, ANDY exits an apartment building, dressed in pajamas and a bathrobe.]
SAM: Got him.
[ANDY begins walking down the street and looks back up at the apartment. An attractive blonde is waving at him from the window. He waves back, and SAM and DEAN exchange a look.]
[As he keeps walking, ANDY stops a man in the street. He talks to the man for a minute, and the man hands ANDY his cup of coffee before walking away. Next, ANDY keeps walking and meets DR. JENNINGS, shaking his hand.]
SAM: That’s him. That older guy, that’s him. That’s the shooter.
DEAN: Well, you keep on him, I’ll stick with Andy. Go.
[SAM gets out of the car and follows DR. JENNINGS across the street. ANDY gets into his van, and DEAN follows him. The two of them keep driving and a minute later, ANDY stops his van. DEAN stops also and puts his gun in his coat. ANDY gets out of the van and approaches DEAN.]
ANDY: Hey!
DEAN: [hesitant] Hey.
ANDY: This is a cheery ride.
DEAN: Yeah, thanks.
ANDY: Man, you know, ’67 –- Impala’s best year, if you ask me. This is a serious classic.
DEAN: Yeah, I just rebuilt her, too. Can’t let a car like this one go.
ANDY: Damn straight. [DEAN laughs.] Hey…can I have it?
DEAN: [cheerful] Sure, man! [He gets out of the car.]
ANDY: Sweet! [He gets inside.]
DEAN: Hop right in there…there you go.
ANDY: Nice! Take it easy.
DEAN: All right. [ANDY drives away, leaving DEAN stunned at what just happened.]
[CUT TO: STREET CORNER. DR. JENNINGS’ cell phone rings, and he answers, just as in SAM’S vision.]
DR. JENNINGS: Hello? Yeah?
[While he is talking, SAM sees a Blue Ridge bus drive by. He crosses the street and enters the gun store. Inside, he pulls the alarm and then leaves. DR. JENNINGS is about to enter the store, but then shakes his head and decides to walk away. SAM is stunned when he sees ANDY drive by in the Impala. A minute later, DR. JENNINGS’ cell phone rings again. He answers.]
DR. JENNINGS: Hello? Yeah? [His smile fades.] All right. [He hangs up.]
[CUT TO: PARKING LOT. DEAN is on the phone with SAM.]
SAM: Dean, Andy’s got the Impala!
DEAN: I know! He just sort of asked me for it, and then I let him take it.
SAM: You what?
DEAN: He full-on Obi-Wan’d me! It’s mind control, man!
[While SAM is on the phone, he turns around and sees DR. JENNINGS walking into the street. Suddenly, he gets hit by the Blue Ridge bus. SAM watches, shocked. The screen goes black.]
[FADE IN: STREET CORNER. DEAN and SAM are watching as paramedics put DR. JENNINGS’ body into a bag.]
SAM: [sadly] I kept him out of the gun store. I thought he was okay. I thought he was past it, at least…I should have stayed with him.
[CUT TO: INT. DINER. ANDY enters. WEBBER holds up his hand, expecting a high-five.]
WEBBER: Andy! What’s up, dog? [ANDY ignores him and approaches TRACY.]
TRACY: Andy! What are you doing here?
ANDY: Dr. Jennings…is dead.
TRACY: [shocked] No! I’m sorry.
ANDY: I don’t know, I just…I was upset, and I wanted to see you.
TRACY: Well, I’m glad you did. [She takes his hands.] I, um…I missed you. [They share a smile.] Oh, you know what, some guys were here this morning, looking for you.
ANDY: What guys?
[CUT TO: STREET CORNER. DEAN and SAM are walking when they see the Impala.]
DEAN: Thank God. I’m sorry, baby. I’ll never leave you again. [to Sam] At least he left the keys in it.
SAM: Yeah. Real Samaritan, this guy.
DEAN: Well, it looks like he can’t work his mojo just by twitchin’ his nose. He’s gotta use verbal commands.
SAM: The doctor had just gotten off his cell phone when he stepped in front of that bus. Andy must have called him or something.
DEAN: I don’t know, maybe.
SAM: Beg your pardon?
DEAN: I just don’t know if he’s our guy, Sam.
SAM: Dean, you had O.J. convicted before he got out of his white Bronco, and you have doubts about this?
DEAN: He just doesn’t seem like the stone-cold killer type, that’s all. And O.J. was guilty!
SAM: Either way, how are we gonna track this guy down?
DEAN: [after a pause] Not a problem.
[On another street corner, they reach ANDY’S van.]
DEAN: Not exactly an inconspicuous ride. Let’s have a look. [He takes out a tool from his jacket and opens the door. Inside, the van is completely tricked out, complete with a disco ball, blankets, and posters.] Oh, come on. This is…this is magnificent, that’s what this is. Not exactly a serial killer’s lair, though. There’s no little clown paintings on the walls or scissors stuck in victims’ photos. [pointing to a poster] I like the tiger.
SAM: [picking up books] Hegel? Kant? Wittgenstein? That’s some pretty heavy reading, Dean.
DEAN: [picking up a large bong] Yeah, and, uh…Moby Dick’s bong. [He grins.]
[CUT TO: INT. IMPALA. The car is parked while the brothers talk.]
DEAN: [eating a burger] Ugh. [He throws the wrapper in the backseat.] You know, one day, I’d love to just sit down and eat something that I didn’t have to microwave in a mini-mart.
SAM: [looking at paperwork] What I don’t get is the motive. I mean, the doctor was squeaky clean. Why would Andy waste him?
DEAN: If it is Andy.
SAM: Dude, enough.
DEAN: What?
SAM: The doctor was mind-controlled in front of a bus. Andy just happens to have the power of mind control. You do the math.
DEAN: I just don’t think the guy’s got it in him, that’s all.
SAM: Well, how the hell would you know? I mean, why are you bending over backwards, defending him?
DEAN: ‘Cause you’re not right about this.
SAM: About Andy? [Just then, ANDY arrives at the car.]
ANDY: Hey! You think I haven’t seen you two? Why are you following me?
SAM: Well, we’re lawyers. See, a relative of yours has passed away—
ANDY: Tell the truth!
SAM: That’s what I’m—
DEAN: We hunt demons. [SAM is shocked.]
ANDY: What?
SAM: Dean?
DEAN: [transfixed] Demons, spirits –- things your worst nightmare wouldn’t even touch. Sam here, he’s my brother.
SAM: Dean, shut up!
DEAN: I’m trying to. [to Andy] He’s psychic. Kind of like you. Well, not really like you, but see, he thinks you’re a murderer, and he’s afraid that he’s gonna become one himself, ‘cause you’re all part of something that’s terrible, and I hope to hell that he’s wrong, but I’m starting to get a little scared that he might be right.
ANDY: Okay, you know what? Just leave me alone.
DEAN: Okay. [ANDY walks away, and DEAN puts his head in his hands, ashamed. SAM gets out of the car and follows ANDY.]
ANDY: What are you doing? Look, I said leave me alone! [SAM shakes his head.] Get out of here! Just start driving and never stop!
SAM: Doesn’t seem to work on me, Andy.
ANDY: What?
SAM: You can make people do things, can’t you? You can tell them what to think.
ANDY: [laughing] That’s crazy.
SAM: It all started about a year ago, didn’t it? After you turned twenty-two. Little stuff at first, then you got better at controlling it.
ANDY: How did you know all this?
SAM: ‘Cause the same thing happened to me, Andy. My mom died in a fire, too. I have abilities, too. You see, we’re connected, you and me.
ANDY: You know what, just get out of here, all right?
SAM: Why’d you tell the doctor to walk in front of a bus?
ANDY: [stunned] What? [Suddenly, more images begin flashing in SAM’S head. He catches glimpses of a woman at a gas station.]
SAM: [trying to ignore it] Why did you kill him?
ANDY: I didn’t!
[Then, SAM’S vision takes over his thoughts. At the gas station, a woman, HOLLY BECKETT, is filling her tank. Her cell phone rings, and she answers.]
HOLLY: Hello? […] Sure. I can do that.
[She hangs up. She reaches inside her car and activates the lighter. She takes the pump out of her car and begins pouring gasoline all over her body and hair. A gas station attendant notices what she is doing.]
ATTENDANT: Hey! Lady, what are you doing?!
HOLLY: It’s gonna be okay. [She takes the lighter from her car and touches it to her jacket. Her entire body bursts into flames. She gets down on her knees as she burns.]
[In the junkyard, SAM comes out of his vision, clearly in pain. DEAN, who has gotten out of the car, runs over to SAM and holds him as he kneels down.]
DEAN: Sam! What is it?
ANDY: I didn’t do anything to him.
SAM: [breathing heavily] A woman…a woman burning alive.
DEAN: What else you get?
SAM: A gas station –- a woman’s gonna kill herself.
ANDY: What does he mean, “going to”? What is he—
DEAN: Shut up.
SAM: She gets triggered by a call on her cell.
DEAN: When? [He helps SAM up.]
SAM: I don’t know. But as long as we keep our eyes on this son of a bitch, he can’t hurt her.
ANDY: I didn’t hurt anybody!
SAM: Yeah, not yet. [They see a fire truck drive by.] Go. [DEAN leaves. ANDY moves forward.] No, not you. You’re staying here with me.
[CUT TO: GAS STATION. DEAN is on the phone with SAM.]
DEAN: Hey, it’s me. She’s dead. Burned up, just like you said.
SAM: When?
DEAN: Minutes before I got here. I mean, the smell hasn’t even cleared. What’s up with your visions, man? This wasn’t even a head start.
SAM: I don’t know, all right? I can’t control ‘em. I don’t know what the hell is going on.
DEAN: Listen, you were with Andy when this whole thing went down, so it can’t be him. It’s gotta be somebody else doing this.
SAM: That doesn’t make any sense.
DEAN: What else is new? I’ll dig around here, see what else I can find. [They hang up.]
[A few minutes later, ANDY and SAM are talking.]
ANDY: You get these premonitions about people about to die? [SAM nods.] That’s impossible.
SAM: A lot of people would say the same thing about what you do.
ANDY: Death visions?
SAM: Yeah.
ANDY: Dude, that sucks. When I got my mind thing, it was like a gift, you know? It was like I won the lotto.
SAM: But you still live in a van. I don’t get it. I mean, you could have anything you ever wanted.
ANDY: I’ve got everything I need.
SAM: [after a pause] So, you’re really not a killer, huh? [ANDY laughs.]
ANDY: That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you.
SAM: That’s good. It means there’s hope for both of us. [DEAN pulls up and gets out of the car.]
DEAN: Victim’s name was Holly Beckett –- forty-one, single.
SAM: [to Andy] Who is she?
ANDY: Never heard of her.
DEAN: I called Ash on the way over here, he came up with a little somethin’. Apparently, Holly Beckett gave birth when she was eighteen years old, back in 1983. Same day you were born, Andy.
SAM: Andy, were you adopted?
ANDY: Well, yeah.
DEAN: You were? And you neglected to mention that?
ANDY: It never really came up. I mean, I never knew my birth parents. And, like you said, my adopted mom died when I was a baby. Do you think this Holly woman could actually be—
DEAN: I don’t know. I tried to get a copy of the birth records, but they’re hard copy only. Sealed in the county office.
ANDY: Well, screw that.
[CUT TO: INT. COUNTY OFFICE. DEAN and SAM are looking over paperwork while ANDY talks to the officer.]
OFFICER: I probably shouldn’t have let you kids in here.
ANDY: No, it’ll all be fine, all right? Just go get a cup of coffee, all right? [as Obi-Wan] These aren’t the droids you’re looking for. [The officer leaves.]
DEAN: [smiling] Awesome.
SAM: Got it.
DEAN: Yeah?
SAM: Yeah. Andy, it’s true. Holly Beckett was your birth mother.
ANDY: [stunned] Does anyone have a Vicodin?
SAM: Dr. Jennings was her doctor, too. I mean, he oversaw the adoption. You have a solid connection to both of them.
ANDY: Yeah, but I didn’t kill ‘em.
DEAN: We believe you.
SAM: Yeah.
DEAN: But, uh…who did?
SAM: I think I’ve got a pretty good guess. [pause] Holly Beckett gave birth to twins.
[Later, the three of them are still in the office, looking at paperwork.]
ANDY: I have…an evil twin.
SAM: Holly put you and your brother up for adoption. You went to the Gallagher family, obviously. And your brother went to the Weems family from upstate.
DEAN: Andy, how you doing? Still with us?
ANDY: Um…what was my brother’s name?
SAM: Here…um, Ansem Weems. [ANDY shakes his head, showing that he doesn’t know who that is.] He’s got a local address.
ANDY: Wait, he lives here?
DEAN: Let’s get a look at him. There’s a picture coming over from the DMV right now. [He takes the paperwork from the fax machine and looks at it, shocked.] I hate to kick you while you’re freaked. [He hands the paper to ANDY.] Take a look at that. [ANDY looks at it, stunned.]
[CUT TO: INT. DINER. ANSEM WEEMS, who the audience has known as WEBBER, is talking to TRACY.]
ANSEM: Hey, Trace?
TRACY: Yeah?
ANSEM: You and Andy –- you guys went together for a while, didn’t you?
TRACY: Yeah, Webber. Why?
ANSEM: I don’t know, just wondering. I was wondering how you felt about him these days. I mean, I’ve seen you guys together. It seems like there’s still something there. Were you guys ever, like, serious?
TRACY: [uncomfortable] Um…no. [He steps in front of her.]
ANSEM: Come on, Trace. Tell the truth.
[CUT TO: INT. IMPALA. The three men are driving.]
SAM: All right, Andy. Tell us everything you know about this guy.
ANDY: Webber shows up one day…eight months ago, acting like he’s my best friend in the world. Kind of weird, like…trying too hard, you know? [SAM begins to cringe in pain.]
DEAN: He must have known you guys were twins. Why did he change his name? Why not just tell you the truth?
ANDY: No clue. [SAM groans.]
DEAN: Sam?
[In SAM’S next vision, he sees TRACY outside. She is dressed in her nightgown, crying. She approaches a very high dam and steps right to the edge. She jumps, and SAM comes out of the vision in unbearable pain.]
DEAN: Sam? Sam! [He pulls over and goes to the other side of the car, opening SAM’S door.] Hey! [The screen goes black.]
[FADE IN: ROAD. NIGHT. ANSEM and TRACY pull up in his car.]
ANSEM: [touching her leg] I take my ladies here. They like it. I mean, I like it…so of course, they do, too.
TRACY: [sobbing] Please, I just wanna go home!
ANSEM: Stop crying. [She immediately stops.] Hey. I get it. I see what you see in Andy. I mean, he’s a genius. The books he reads –- he’s gonna be a great man someday. But he is my family. Not yours. You can’t have him. You’re not gonna have anything after tonight.
[On another section of road, the Impala pulls up. SAM and DEAN gather things from the trunk.]
SAM: Dean, you should stay back.
DEAN: No argument here. I’ve had my head screwed with enough for one day.
ANDY: I’m coming with you.
SAM: Andy—
ANDY: Look, if it’s Tracy out there…then I’m coming.
[CUT TO: INT. ANSEM’S CAR. TRACY is unbuttoning her dress.]
ANSEM: Okay…slower. [She goes slower.] Tracy? I want you to listen to me very carefully, okay? When we’re done here…I want you to head over to the edge of the dam, okay?
TRACY: Okay.
ANSEM: And when you get there, you’re gonna think you can fly. And you’re just gonna step right off. [He strokes her face.] You can fly, can’t you? [She starts sobbing again.]
TRACY: Yeah…I think so.
ANSEM: You might get scared. But I want you to say that it’s okay. Just tell yourself…everything is okay. [Suddenly, SAM smashes ANSEM’S window, holding a gun.]
SAM: Get out of the car! Now!
ANSEM: You really don’t wanna do this. [Unaffected, SAM punches ANSEM. ANDY opens TRACY’S door.]
ANDY: Tracy!
TRACY: Andy! [She gets out.]
ANDY: Come here! Come here!
TRACY: [hugging him] I couldn’t control myself! [SAM gets ANSEM out of the car and pins him to the ground.]
SAM: Hey, don’t move. Don’t move! [ANDY places masking tape over ANSEM’S mouth and begins kicking him.] No! No! I will handle it!
ANDY: [to Ansem] I will kill you!
SAM: Let me handle this, all right? Listen to me! [While he is holding back ANDY, ANSEM focuses on TRACY. Without speaking, TRACY grabs a tree branch and hits SAM with it. He falls to the ground.]
ANDY: Tracy, stop! I said stop it! [TRACY drops the branch. ANDY looks at ANSEM, who stands and removes the tape on his mouth.] How did you do that?
ANSEM: Practice, bro. If you’d just practice, you would know. Sometimes, you don’t need to use your words. If you have to, all you need is this. [He points to his head.] Sometimes, the headache’s worth it.
ANDY: You’re a twisted son of a bitch! [He grabs ANSEM by his jacket.]
ANSEM: Back off, Andy. Tracy’s gonna do a little flying. [ANDY looks and sees that TRACY is standing at the edge of the dam.] Aren’t you, Trace? [to Andy] I’m stronger than you. I can do it.
ANDY: [backing away] Okay, okay. All right, just…please don’t hurt her.
ANSEM: Don’t be mad at me, okay? I know it’s all wrong. I didn’t mean for this to happen. It’s just…Tracy –- she’s trying to come between us.
ANDY: You’re insane.
ANSEM: She’s garbage, man! They all are! We can push them, we can make them do whatever we want!
ANDY: Are you really this stupid? You learn you’ve got a twin, you call him up, you go out for a drink. You don’t start killing people!
ANSEM: I’ve wanted to tell you for so long, bro. But he didn’t let me. He said I had to wait until the time—
ANDY: Who?
ANSEM: The man with the yellow eyes. [SAM begins to wake up and hears them talking.]
ANDY: What are you talking about?
ANSEM: He came to me in my dream. He said I was special. He told me he’s got big plans for me. Wait till you see what’s in store, Andy, for both of us. See, he’s the one who told me I got a brother. A twin.
[While they are talking, DEAN hides from a distance and aims a sniper rifle at ANSEM.]
ANDY: Why did you kill our mother? And why Dr. Jennings?
ANSEM: Because they split us up! They ruined our lives, Andy! We could’ve been together this whole time, instead of alone. I couldn’t let ‘em do that, I couldn’t let ‘em get away with that. No. [He pauses and turns around, noticing DEAN behind the trees.] I see you. [It seems as if DEAN can hear him talking.] Bye-bye.
[DEAN then moves the gun and points it under his chin. Before he can pull the trigger, ANDY shoots ANSEM in the back. ANSEM falls to the ground, and ANDY lowers the gun, shocked. The screen goes black.]
[FADE IN: DAM. MORNING. While paramedics take ANSEM’S body away, ANDY is talking to three police officers.]
ANDY: He shot himself. And you all saw it happen.
POLICE OFFICER: Yeah. We did.
SAM: [watching with Dean] Look at him. He’s getting better at it. [ANDY walks away from the officers. He sees TRACY sitting in an ambulance and smiles at her. She looks away. He walks over to SAM and DEAN.]
ANDY: She won’t even look at me.
SAM: Yeah, she’s pretty shaken up.
ANDY: No, it’s –- this is different. I never used my mind thing on her before…before last night. She’s scared of me now.
SAM: Andy, I hate to do this, but…we have to get out of here. [He hands ANDY a piece of paper.] Here, I wrote down my cell. You don’t have to be alone in this, all right? If anything comes up, you call me up. [They begin walking away.]
ANDY: What am I supposed to do now?
DEAN: You be good, Andy. And we’ll be back. [They walk to the car.]
SAM: Looks like I was right.
DEAN: About what?
SAM: Andy. He’s a killer, after all.
DEAN: No, he’s a hero. He saved his girlfriend’s life, he saved my life.
SAM: Bottom line, last night, he wasted somebody.
DEAN: Yeah, but he’s not a foaming-at-the-mouth psycho. He was pushed into that.
SAM: Webber was pushed, too, in his own way. Max Miller was pushed. Hell, I was pushed by Jessica’s death.
DEAN: What’s your point, Sam?
SAM: Right circumstances, everyone’s capable of murder. Everyone. Maybe that’s what the demon’s doing –- pushing us, finding ways to break us.
DEAN: Sam, we don’t know what the demon wants, okay? Quit worrying about it.
SAM: You know, I heard you before, Dean. When Andy made you tell the truth. You’re just as scared of this as I am.
DEAN: That was mind control! It’s like being Roofie'd, man, that doesn’t count.
SAM: What?
DEAN: No, I’m calling a do-over.
SAM: What are you, seven?
DEAN: Doesn’t matter. We’ve just gotta keep doing what we’re doing, find that evil son of a bitch, and kill it. [His cell phone rings.]
SAM: Yeah. I guess. [DEAN answers.]
DEAN: Hello? […] Ellen? What’s going on? […] Yeah, we’ll be right there.
[CUT TO: INT. HARVELLE’S ROADHOUSE.]
ELLEN: Jo? Go pull up another case of beer.
JO: Mom—
ELLEN: Now. Please? [to Sam and Dean] So, you wanna tell me about this last hunt of yours?
DEAN: No. Not really. [She glares at him.] No offense, just…it’s kind of a family thing.
ELLEN: Not anymore. [She puts paperwork on the bar.] I got this stuff from Ash. Andrew Gallagher’s house burnt down on his six-month birthday, just like your house. You think it was the demon both times, don’t you? You think it went after Gallagher’s family?
SAM: Yeah, we think so.
DEAN: Sam.
ELLEN: Why?
DEAN: None of your business.
ELLEN: You mind your tone with me, boy. This isn’t just your war, this is war. Now, something big and bad is coming, and it’s coming fast, and their side holds all the cards. Now, at best, all we’ve got is us, together. No secrets or half-truths here.
SAM: [after a pause] There are people out there, like Andrew Gallagher…like me. And, um…we all have some kind of ability.
ELLEN: Ability?
SAM: Yeah…a psychic ability. [DEAN shakes his head, angry.] Me –- I have visions…premonitions. I don’t know, it’s different for everybody. The demon said he had plans for people like us.
ELLEN: What kind of plans?
SAM: We don’t really know for sure.
ELLEN: These people out there, these psychics –- are they dangerous?
DEAN: No. Not all of them.
SAM: But some are. Some are very dangerous.
ELLEN: Okay, how many of 'em are we lookin' at?
DEAN: We’ve been able to track a clear pattern so far. They’ve all had house fires on the night of the kid’s six-month birthday.
SAM: That’s not true.
DEAN: What?
SAM: Webber, or Ansem Weems, or whatever his name is –- I looked at his files, and there was no house fire. He’s nothing out of the ordinary.
ELLEN: Which breaks the pattern. So, if there’s any others like him, there’ll be nothing in the system. No way to track ‘em all down.
DEAN: And so, who knows how many of ‘em are really out there?
ELLEN: Jo, honey?
JO: Yeah?
ELLEN: You better break out the whiskey instead. [They sit in silence around the bar as the screen fades to black.]
END