[FADE IN: INT. PSYCHOLOGIST’S OFFICE. DR. GEORGE WAXLER is in the middle of a session with his patient, SCOTT CAREY.]
DR. WAXLER: Don’t be afraid, Scott. You can tell me anything, you know that. Whatever you say won’t leave this room.
SCOTT: It started a little over a year ago –- migraines, at first. Then I found…I could do stuff.
DR. WAXLER: What do you mean, “do stuff”?
SCOTT: I have this ability. When I touch something…I can electrocute it if I want.
DR. WAXLER: How do you know?
SCOTT: [after a pause] I did it to the neighbor’s cat. Its insides fried up like a hamburger. [DR. WAXLER writes something down.] You don’t believe me.
DR. WAXLER: I believe if you believe it.
SCOTT: Then here. [He extends his hand.] Let’s shake on it. [DR. WAXLER stares at SCOTT’S hand, but does not shake it.]
DR. WAXLER: Why would you wanna kill the neighbor’s cat, Scott?
SCOTT: I don’t. He wants me to, and he doesn’t want me to stop there.
DR. WAXLER: Who?
SCOTT: The yellow-eyed man. He comes to me in my dreams –- tells me to do things, awful things. I tell him no. No, I don’t want to.
DR. WAXLER: What else does the yellow-eyed man tell you? [SCOTT pauses for a long time.]
SCOTT: He has plans for me.
DR. WAXLER: What kind of plans? [SCOTT looks hesitant to answer.]
[CUT TO: PARKING LOT. SCOTT is walking back to his car in the dark. He thinks he sees someone walk by.]
SCOTT: Hello?
[No response. He continues walking and finally reaches his car. In the reflection of the car window, he sees someone standing behind him. He turns to see a man holding a knife. The man stabs SCOTT and jerks the knife upward, killing him instantly. Blood pours out of his mouth as he leans against the car, dead. The screen goes black.]
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[FADE IN: RIVER. DEAN and SAM have parked the car by the river’s edge. They are standing near a fence, talking.]
DEAN: Before Dad died…he told me something. Something about you.
SAM: What? Dean, what did he tell you?
DEAN: He said that he…he wanted me to watch out for you. Take care of you.
SAM: He told you that a million times.
DEAN: No, this time was different. He said that I had to…save you.
SAM: Save me from what?
DEAN: He just said that I had to save you. Nothing else mattered. And if I couldn’t, I’d…
SAM: You’d what, Dean?
DEAN: I’d have to kill you. [SAM looks at him, confused.] He said that I might have to kill you, Sammy.
SAM: Kill me? [His eyes well up with tears.] What the hell is that supposed to mean?
DEAN: I don’t know.
SAM: I mean, he must’ve had some kind of reason for saying it, right? Did he know the demon’s plans for me? Am I supposed to go dark-side or something?! What else did he say, Dean?
DEAN: Nothing. That’s it, I swear.
SAM: How could you not have told me this?!
DEAN: Because he was dead and he begged me not to.
SAM: Who cares? Take some responsibility for yourself, Dean! You had no right to keep this from me!
DEAN: You think I wanted this? Huh? I wish to God he’d never opened his mouth! And I wouldn’t have to walk around with this screaming in my head all day!
SAM: [after a long pause] We’ve just gotta figure out what’s going on then, what the hell all this means.
DEAN: We do? I’ve been thinking about this, I think we should just lay low, you know? At least for a while. It’d be safer. And that way, I could make sure…
SAM: What? That I don’t turn evil? That I don’t turn into some kind of killer?
DEAN: I never said that.
SAM: Jeez, if you’re not careful, you will have to waste me one day, Dean.
DEAN: I never said that! Damn it, Sam, this whole thing is spinning out of control! You’re immune to some weirdo demon virus, and I don’t even know what the hell anymore. And you’re pissed at me, and I get it. That’s fine, I deserve it. But we lay low until we figure out our next move, okay?
SAM: Forget it.
DEAN: Sam, please, man. [He grabs SAM’S shoulder.] Hey, please. Just give me some time. Give me some time to think, okay, I’m begging you here. Please…please. [SAM nods.]
[CUT TO: EXT. VELVET INN MOTEL. NIGHT. SAM sneaks out of the room and heads to the parking lot. He uses a crowbar to open the door of a car and climb in. He drives away.]
[CUT TO: UNKNOWN LOCATION. SAM is standing near an old building. He is holding a piece of stationary from a second motel, the Blue Rose, which has 5637 MONROE ST. written on it. He approaches the building and looks inside through a crack in the wood. He walks to the door and picks the lock. In the building, he slowly begins searching. Suddenly, on his way into another room, he steps on a tripwire. Both SAM and most of the room explode in flames. SAM’S only remaining part is his shoe.]
[The scene suddenly changes to a bedroom. A young woman, AVA WILSON, sits up in bed, sweating. She has just woken from a premonition. Her fiancée wakes up also.]
FIANCEE: Honey?
AVA: Huh?
FIANCEE: You okay?
AVA: No, I just had another nightmare. It’s fine, it’s nothing. Go back to sleep.
FIANCEE: You sure?
AVA: Yeah.
FIANCEE: Okay. [He goes back to sleep, while AVA stays awake, looking scared. The screen goes black.]
[FADE IN: INT. ROADHOUSE. SAM enters and approaches ELLEN at the bar.]
ELLEN: Sam.
SAM: Hey, Ellen. You don’t seem that surprised to see me.
ELLEN: Your brother’s been calling, worried sick, looking for you.
SAM: Yeah. Figured he might.
ELLEN: What’s going on between you two?
SAM: [after a pause] So, um…how’s Jo?
ELLEN: Well, I don’t really know.
SAM: What do you mean?
ELLEN: I haven’t seen her in weeks. She sends a postcard now and again.
SAM: Well, what happened?
ELLEN: Well, after she worked that job with you boys, she just decided she wanted to keep on hunting. I said, “Not under my roof.” And she said, “Fine.”
SAM: So…I’m probably the last person you want to see right now. [ELLEN laughs.]
ELLEN: Aw, don’t get me wrong, I wish I could blame the hell out of you boys. It’d be easier. Truth is, it’s not your fault. Sam…none of it is. I want you to know that I forgave your daddy a long time ago for what happened to my Bill. I just don’t think he ever forgave himself.
SAM: What did happen? [She shakes her head.]
ELLEN: Um, so…why did you come here, sweetie?
SAM: I need help.
[A few minutes later, ASH has joined them by the bar.]
ASH: What am I looking for, Sam?
SAM: Other people. Other psychics, like me –- as many as possible, and I need a nationwide search.
ELLEN: But…I thought there was no way to track them all down. Not all of them had nursery fires like you did.
SAM: Well, no. But some had to. Start there.
[Later, ASH rejoins ELLEN and SAM with a paper in his hand.]
ASH: Done. And done.
SAM: That was fast.
ASH: Well, apparently, that’s my job. Make the monkey dance at the keyboard.
ELLEN: Just tell us what you got, Ash.
ASH: Four folks. Fit the profile, nationwide –- born in ’83, mother died in a nursery fire, the whole she-bang.
SAM: Four? That’s it?
ASH: [reading the paper] Sam Winchester, Lawrence, Kansas. Max Miller from Saginaw, Michigan. Andrew Gallagher from Guthrie, Oklahoma. And, uh…another name –- Scott Carey.
SAM: You got an address?
ASH: Kind of –- the Arbor Hills Cemetery in Lafayette, Indiana. Plot 486.
SAM: So, he’s dead?
ASH: Killed about a month ago.
SAM: Killed how?
ASH: Stabbed. Parking lot. The fuzz don’t have much, no suspects.
SAM: All right. Thank you. [He goes to leave.]
ELLEN: Where are you going?
SAM: Indiana.
ELLEN: Sam? I’ve gotta call Dean. I’ve gotta let him know where you are.
SAM: Ellen, I’m trying to find answers about who I am. And my brother means well, but he can’t protect me from that. Please. [ELLEN sighs.]
[CUT TO: INT. CAREY RESIDENCE. SAM is talking with MR. CAREY, Scott’s father.]
MR. CAREY: You said you went to high school with Scott?
SAM: Yes, sir, I did. I just heard about what happened. I’m so sorry.
MR. CAREY: Scotty was a good boy. He changed a lot since you knew him.
SAM: What do you mean?
MR. CAREY: It started about a year ago with these headaches. Then he got depressed, paranoid, nightmares.
SAM: Nightmares? Did he ever talk to you about his nightmares? What he saw?
MR. CAREY: No, no. He closed up on me. I tried to get him help, but nothing took. He’d just lock himself in his room for days.
SAM: You think maybe I could see his room?
[CUT TO: SCOTT’S BEDROOM. SAM enters and begins searching. He sees several pill bottles on SCOTT’S nightstand, prescribed by DR. WAXLER. He puts one of the bottles in his jacket. He goes to the closet and pushes aside the clothes. On the wall behind the clothes, there are tons of pictures of people with yellow eyes. SAM looks at the pictures, shocked.]
[CUT TO: EXT. BLUE ROSE MOTEL. SAM is about to open the door to his room when he hears someone behind him. He grabs the person and pushes them against the door.]
SAM: Who are you? [The audience sees he is talking to AVA.]
AVA: Please…you’re in danger.
[CUT TO: INT. MOTEL ROOM.]
AVA: Okay, look, I know how all this sounds, but I am not insane and I am not on drugs, okay? I am normal. This is way, way off the map for me.
SAM: All right, just calm down, okay? What’s your name?
AVA: Ava.
SAM: Ava?
AVA: Ava Wilson.
SAM: Ava, I’m Sam Winchester, all right? [She nods.] Now, you were telling me about these dreams of yours.
AVA: [pacing] Uh, yeah, okay. About a year ago, I started having these headaches and nightmares, I guess. And I really didn’t think much of it until I had this one dream where I saw this guy get stabbed in a parking lot!
SAM: When was this?
AVA: Uh, about a month ago. [She reaches into her purse.] But anyway, a couple days later, I found this. [She takes out a newspaper clipping of SCOTT CAREY’S obituary. SAM takes it from her.] I saw this guy die! Days before it happened! I don’t know why, I don’t know, it’s just some reason…my dreams are coming true. And last night…I had another one.
SAM: Okay.
AVA: About you. [pause] I saw you die.
SAM: How did you find me?
AVA: You had motel stationary, and I Google’d the motel, and it was real. So I just thought that I should warn you.
SAM: I don’t believe this.
AVA: Oh, of course you don’t. You think I’m a total nutjob.
SAM: Wait, no, no. I mean…you must be one of us.
AVA: Sorry…one of who?
SAM: One of the psychics, like me. Look, Ava, I have visions too, all right? So we’re connected.
AVA: [laughing] Okay, so…you’re nuts. That’s great.
SAM: Okay, look, did your mother happen to die in a house fire?
AVA: No, my mother lives in Palm Beach.
SAM: So, you don’t fit the pattern either. [She stares at him, confused.]
[CUT TO: INT. IMPALA. DEAN’S phone rings and he answers.]
DEAN: Hello?
ELLEN: It's Ellen.
DEAN: Hey, have you heard from Sam?
ELLEN: I have, but…he made me promise not to tell you where he is.
DEAN: Come on, Ellen, please! Something bad could be going on here, and I swore I’d look after that kid.
ELLEN: Now, Dean, they say you can’t protect your loved ones forever. [beat] Well, I say screw that. What else is family for? He’s in Lafayette, Indiana.
DEAN: Thanks. [He hangs up.]
[CUT TO: INT. MOTEL ROOM.]
AVA: Why can’t you just leave town? Please? Before you blow up?
SAM: No, I can’t.
AVA: Oh, God. Why not?
SAM: Because there’s something going on here, Ava –- with you, with me. There are others like us out there. And we’re all a part of something. And I’ve gotta figure out what.
AVA: Okay, you know what? Screw you, buddy. ‘Cause I’m a secretary from Peoria and I’m not part of anything, okay? Do you see this? [She holds up her ringed left hand.] I am getting married in eight weeks. I am supposed to be at home addressing invitations, which I am way behind on, by the way. But instead, I drove out here to save your weirdo ass. But if you just wanna stay here and die, fine. Me? I’m due back on planet Earth. [She goes to leave.]
SAM: Don’t you wanna know why this is happening? I mean, don’t these visions scare the hell out of you? ‘Cause if you walk out that door right now…you might never know the truth. [She turns around.] I need your help.
[CUT TO: DR. WAXLER’S OFFICE. The doctor is sitting across from AVA.]
DR. WAXLER: So, Ms. Wilson, you’re new in town? [She nods.]
AVA: That’s right.
DR. WAXLER: And what made you decide to seek out therapy?
AVA: I have no idea.
DR. WAXLER: No?
AVA: No, I mean, I’m feeling really…super…anxious right now.
DR. WAXLER: Okay. Anything else? [AVA suddenly sees SAM walking across the ledge outside the window.]
AVA: Holy crap!
DR. WAXLER: What? [He turns around, but SAM is gone.]
AVA: Uh…I just remembered when I was a kid, I swallowed, like, eight things of Pop Rocks and then drank a whole can of Coke, you don’t think that counts as a suicide attempt, do you? [The doctor stares at her, stunned.]
[CUT TO: INT. MOTEL ROOM. SAM and AVA enter with a file. AVA begins pacing.]
SAM: You okay?
AVA: Am I okay?
SAM: Yeah.
AVA: I just helped you steal some dead guy’s confidential psych files. [She smiles.] I’m awesome! [SAM laughs.]
[A few minutes later, they are listening to the tape of SCOTT’S last therapy session.]
SCOTT: It started a little over a year ago –- migraines, at first. Then I found…I could do stuff.
DR. WAXLER: What do you mean, “do stuff”?
SCOTT: I have this ability. When I touch something…I can electrocute it if I want.
[SAM and AVA exchange a look.]
[In the parking lot, DEAN pulls up outside the room. He sees SAM through the window.]
DEAN: Well, thank God you’re okay. [SAM moves, and DEAN sees AVA. He chuckles.] Oh, you’re better than okay. Sam, you sly dog.
[CUT TO: INT. MOTEL ROOM.]
DR. WAXLER: What else does the yellow-eyed man say?
SCOTT: He has plans for me. He says there’s a war coming. And people like me –- we’re gonna be the soldiers. Everything’s about to change. [They stop the tape.]
AVA: He’s not talking about us, right?
SAM: Yeah, I think he is.
AVA: Well…but…how can we turn into that?
SAM: I don’t—[Suddenly, a bullet shatters the glass of the window. SAM and AVA crouch on the floor.] Get down!
AVA: Oh my God! Sam!
[On the roof of the next building, GORDON WALKER is shooting at them with a sniper. He aims at SAM one more time, but before pulling the trigger, DEAN finds him.]
DEAN: Gordon! [He kicks GORDON and punches him repeatedly.] You do that to my brother, I’ll kill you!
GORDON: Dean, wait! [DEAN continues to punch him. GORDON then grabs his sniper rifle and knocks DEAN out. He stands, wiping blood from his mouth. The screen goes black.]
[FADE IN: ROOF. SAM and AVA reach the top of the building and begin looking around.]
AVA: Wait, I don’t understand. Shouldn’t we be talking to the cops?
SAM: Trust me, they wouldn’t do us much good. [He bends down and picks up a bullet.] These are .223 caliber, subsonic rounds. The guy must have put a suppressor on the rifle.
AVA: Dude! Who are you?
SAM: Oh, I just…I just watch a lot of TJ Hooker. [He takes out his phone.]
AVA: Who are you calling?
SAM: My brother. I think we definitely need help. [DEAN answers, but his location is unknown.]
DEAN: Hello?
SAM: Dean.
DEAN: Sam, I’ve been looking for you.
SAM: Yeah. Look, I’m in Indiana –- Lafayette.
DEAN: I know.
SAM: You do?
DEAN: Yeah, I talked to Ellen. Just got here myself. It’s a real funky town. [The audience sees that DEAN is tied in a chair. GORDON is holding the phone to his ear. They are in a dilapidated building.] You ditched me, Sammy.
SAM: Yeah, I’m sorry. Look, right now, there’s someone after me.
DEAN: [glaring at Gordon] What? Who?
SAM: I don’t know, that’s what we need to find out. Where are you?
DEAN: I’m staying at 5637 Monroe Street. Why don’t you meet me here?
SAM: Yeah, sure. [He hangs up.]
GORDON: Now, was that so hard?
DEAN: Bite me.
[CUT TO: ROOF.]
AVA: What is it?
SAM: My brother’s in trouble.
AVA: What?
SAM: He gave me a code word. Someone’s got a gun on him. [He writes down the address on motel stationary.]
AVA: Code word?
SAM: Yeah –- “funky town”. He thought of it. It’s kind of a long story. Come on. [They leave.]
[CUT TO: 5637 MONROE STREET.]
DEAN: Gordy, I know me and Sam ain’t exactly your favorite people, but don’t you think this is a little extreme?
GORDON: What, you think this is revenge?
DEAN: Well, we did leave you tied up in your own mess for three days…which was awesome. [He chuckles.] Sorry, I shouldn’t laugh.
GORDON: Yeah. I was definitely planning on whoopin’ your ass for that.
DEAN: Mm-hmm.
GORDON: But that’s not what this is. This isn’t personal. I’m not a killer, Dean. I’m a hunter. And your brother’s fair game. [He loads his gun.]
[CUT TO: STREET. SAM is walking AVA back to her car.]
AVA: I don’t think I should leave.
SAM: I want you out of harm’s way, Ava.
AVA: What about you?
SAM: Harm’s way doesn’t really bother me.
AVA: No, but you are walking right into my vision. I mean, this is how you die!
SAM: Doesn’t matter. It’s my brother.
AVA: Maybe I can help.
SAM: You’ve done all you can. Just go back to your fiancée.
AVA: Are you sure?
SAM: Yes, I’m sure. Go home, Ava. You’ll be safe there. [He opens the door for her, and she gets inside the car.]
AVA: Well, just promise me you’ll call, then. I mean, when you get your brother, just to let me know that everything’s all right.
SAM: I promise.
[CUT TO: 5637 MONROE STREET.]
GORDON: See, I was doing an exorcism down in Louisiana –- teenage girl, seemed routine, some low-level demon. But between all the jabbering and the head-spinning, the damn thing muttered something about a coming war. Now, I don’t think it meant to. It just kind of slipped out. But it was too late –- peaked my interest. And you can really make a demon talk if you’ve got the right tools.
DEAN: And what happened to the girl it was possessing?
GORDON: She didn’t make it.
DEAN: [shaking his head] Well, you’re a son of a bitch. [GORDON gets up and slaps him.]
GORDON: That’s my mama you’re talkin’ about. [He smirks.] Anyway, this demon tells me they have soldiers to fight in this coming war –- humans fighting on hell’s side, you believe that? I mean, they’re psychics, so they’re not exactly pure humans, but still…what kind of worthless scumbag you’ve gotta be to turn against your own race. But you know the biggest kick in the ass? This demon said I knew one of ‘em –- our very own Sammy Winchester.
DEAN: [chuckling] Oh, this is a whole new level of moronic, even for you.
GORDON: Yeah? Come on, Dean. I know about Sam’s visions. I know everything.
DEAN: Really? Because a demon told you? [He laughs.] Yeah, and it wasn’t lying.
GORDON: Hey, Dean. I’m not some reckless yahoo, okay? I did my homework. Made damn sure it was true. Look, you got your Roadhouse connections, I got mine. It’s how I found Sammy in the first place. About a month ago, I found another one of these freaks here in town. He could deep-fry a person just by touching them.
DEAN: Yeah, did he kill anyone?
GORDON: Besides Mr. Tinkles, the cat? No. But he was working up to it. They’re all gonna be killers, Dean. We’ve gotta take ‘em all out. And that means Sammy, too. [He cocks his gun.]
DEAN: You think Sam’s stupid enough to walk through that front door?
GORDON: No, I don’t. Especially since I’m sure you found a way to warn him. You really think I’m that stupid? [DEAN smirks.] No…Sammy’s gonna scope the place first, see me covering the front door. So he’s gonna take the back. And when he does, he’ll hit the tripwire. Then…boom.
DEAN: Sam’s not gonna fall for a friggin’ tripwire.
GORDON: Maybe you’re right. [He takes another out of his bag.] That’s why I’ll have a second one. [DEAN stares him down.] Hey, look…I’m sorry. I wish I didn’t have to do this, I really do. But for what it’s worth…it’ll be quick. [He walks away to set up the tripwires. After doing so, he returns to DEAN.]
DEAN: [panicking] Come on, man. I know Sam better than anyone. He’s got more of a conscience than I do. I mean, the guy feels guilty surfing the Internet for porn.
GORDON: Maybe you’re right. But one day, he’s gonna be a monster.
DEAN: How, huh? How’s a guy like Sam become a monster?
GORDON: Beats me. But he will.
DEAN: No, you don’t know that!
GORDON: I’m surprised at you, Dean –- getting all emotional. I’d heard you were more of a professional than this. Look, let’s say you were cruisin’ around in that car of yours, and you had Little Hitler riding shotgun, right? Back when he was just some goofy, crappy artist. But you knew what he was gonna turn into someday. You’d take him out, no questions, am I right?
DEAN: [glaring] That’s not Sam.
GORDON: Yes, it is. You just can’t see it yet. Dean, it’s his destiny. Look…I’m sympathetic. He’s your brother, you love the guy. This has gotta hurt like hell for you. But here’s the thing. [He gags DEAN with a handkerchief.] You would’ve wrecked him. But your Dad? If it really came right down to it, he would’ve had the stones to do the right thing here. But you’re telling me…you’re not the man he is? [DEAN gives him his coldest look.]
[Outside the building, SAM approaches. He looks through a hole in the wood and sees DEAN and GORDON inside. He goes around to the back door and begins picking the lock.]
GORDON: You hear him? [SAM slowly pushes the door open.] Here he comes. [An explosion goes off in the next room. DEAN screams out.] Oh, no. Not yet. Just wait and see.
[After a minute, a second, louder explosion goes off. Debris flies everywhere. DEAN, still gagged, is breathing heavily.]
GORDON: Sorry, Dean. [He takes his rifle into the next room and looks around. He sees SAM’S shoe on the floor. Suddenly, SAM appears behind him, pointing a gun at his head.]
SAM: Drop the gun.
GORDON: You shouldn’t take your shoes off around here. You might get tetanus.
SAM: Put it down, now! [GORDON drops the gun.]
GORDON: You wouldn’t shoot me, would you, Sam? ‘Cause your brother…he thinks you’re some kind of saint.
SAM: Yeah. Well, I wouldn’t be so sure.
GORDON: See, that’s what I said.
[He turns around to grab SAM’S arm, dropping his gun. He punches him repeatedly, until he falls to the ground. GORDON kneels next to him, grabbing a knife.]
GORDON: You’re no better than the filthy things you hunt. [He raises the knife, but SAM stops him and flips him, punching him in the face. With GORDON on the ground, he picks up the sniper and aims it.] Do it. Do it! Show your brother the killer you really are, Sammy. [SAM does not shoot. Instead, he knocks GORDON out with the rifle.]
SAM: [breathing heavily] It’s Sam.
[SAM goes to the next room and finds DEAN. He puts a hand on DEAN’S shoulder and unties him. DEAN takes off the gag and they both stand. DEAN holds SAM’S face in his hands.]
DEAN: Son of a…[He turns away.]
SAM: Dean, no.
DEAN: I let him live once, I’m not making the same mistake twice.
SAM: Trust me. Gordon’s taken care of. Come on.
[The two leave the building. Once they are outside, GORDON suddenly exits and begins shooting at them. They start running.]
DEAN: You call this “taken care of”?! [They duck behind a log.] What the hell are we doing?
SAM: Just trust me on this, all right? [GORDON continues shooting. Then, he is suddenly surrounded by police cars.]
POLICE OFFICER: Drop your weapons! Get down on your knees! Do it, now! [SAM grins at DEAN. They watch as GORDON is handcuffed. The police officers find the arsenal in GORDON’S car.]
SAM: Anonymous tip.
DEAN: You’re a fine, upstanding citizen, Sam. [They smile while GORDON is taken away. The screen goes black.]
[FADE IN: INT. ROADHOUSE. ELLEN is on the phone with DEAN.]
ELLEN: Gordon Walker was hunting Sam?
DEAN: Yeah, he almost killed us both, ‘cause somebody over there can’t keep their frickin’ mouth shut!
ELLEN: Dean, do you honestly think that it was me? Or Ash? Or Jo? No way.
DEAN: Well, who else knows about Sam? Huh? I mean, you must’ve been talking to somebody!
ELLEN: Hey, you can say a lot of things about us. But we aren’t disloyal. And we’re not stupid. We haven’t breathed a word of this.
DEAN: Gordon said he had Roadhouse connections, Ellen.
ELLEN: And this Roadhouse is full of other hunters. They’re all smart, they’re good trackers –- each of them with their own patterns and connections. Hell, I could name twelve of them right now that are capable of putting this together. I am sorry about what happened, Dean. But I can’t control these people. Or what they choose to believe.
[CUT TO: INT. IMPALA. SAM is on the phone.]
SAM: Hey, Ava, it’s Sam again. Call me when you get this. Just wanna make sure you got home okay. All right, bye. [He hangs up.]
DEAN: Everything all right?
SAM: Yeah, I hope so.
DEAN: Well, Gordon should be reaching for the soap for the next few years, at least. [He smirks.]
SAM: Yeah, if they pin Scott Carey’s murder on him. And if he doesn’t bust out.
DEAN: [after a pause] Dude, you ever take off like that again…
SAM: What? You’d kill me?
DEAN: That’s so not funny. [SAM laughs.]
SAM: All right. So, where to next, then?
DEAN: One word –- Amsterdam.
SAM: Dean…
DEAN: Come on, man, I hear the coffee shops don’t even serve coffee.
SAM: I’m not gonna just ditch the job.
DEAN: Screw the job. Screw it, man. I’m sick of the job anyway. We don’t get paid, we don’t get thanked. The only thing we get is bad luck.
SAM: Well, come on, dude. You’re a hunter. It’s what you were meant to do.
DEAN: No, I wasn’t meant to do anything. I don’t believe in that destiny crap.
SAM: You mean, you don’t believe in my destiny.
DEAN: Well, whatever.
SAM: Look, Dean, I’ve tried running before. I mean, I ran all the way to California and look what happened. You can’t run from this. And you can’t protect me.
DEAN: Well, I can try.
SAM: Thanks for that. [DEAN nods.] Look, Dean, I’m gonna keep hunting. Whatever’s coming, I’m taking it head-on. So, if you really wanna watch my back, then I guess you’re gonna have to stick around.
DEAN: Bitch.
SAM: Jerk. [He smiles and picks up his phone.]
DEAN: You calling that Ava girl again? You sweet on her or something? [He smirks.]
SAM: She’s engaged, Dean.
DEAN: So? What’s the point of saving the world if you can’t get a little nookie once in a while, huh? [SAM hangs up, frowning.] What?
SAM: Just a feeling. [pause] How far is it to Peoria?
[CUT TO: INT. AVA’S HOUSE. The brothers enter and look around.]
SAM: Hello? Is anybody home? [No response. They enter the bedroom and see AVA’S fiancée lying in bed, dead. There is blood everywhere.] Oh my God. [DEAN goes to the window and wipes off a yellow residue with his fingers.]
DEAN: Hey. [holding up his hand] Sulfur. Demon’s been here.
[SAM accidentally steps on something. He bends down to pick it up. He sees that it is AVA’S engagement ring. He looks at it, shocked.]
SAM: Ava? [The screen fades to black.]
END
Ecrit par Luinel.