Supernatural Page #10

the door, just as-Across

the room, Dean FORCES OPEN the front door. It all

happens at once. Sam turns to his brother, confused. And

Dean’s expression washes into FEAR-DEAN

Sam! Behind you!

Sure enough, in the shadowed bedroom over Sam’s shoulder... a

MENACING, TWISTED DARK FIGURE waits...

Sam pivots to the figure. Turns back to Dean, confused.

Then... Sam flips on the bedroom light, revealing-It’s

not a dark figure. It’s a HOODED SWEATSHIRT, draped

over a CHAIR. Sam looks at his brother-- are you okay?

SAM:

Dude. What’s the problem?

DEAN:

I... I swore I saw...

SAM:

What?

Dean approaches, out of sorts. The brothers enter the

bedroom. Dean scans-- the room is empty. Quiet. Normal.

DEAN:

Nothing. Nothing, I guess...

Sam walks over to the chair. Dry-SAM

Well. Don’t worry. My IKEA chairnever hurt anybody.

59.

Sam tugs the sweatshirt off the chair back. But then... Sam

frowns... taking a closer look at the chair... and that’s

when he notices-

ON THE SEAT. Plink. A dime of red crimson appears. Plink.

Then another. Another. They’re drops. Coming from above.

Dean sees them, too. With dread, the brothers looks up-

ON THE CEILING. JESSICA. Impossibly splayed out, as if it

were the floor. Eyes wide open, glassy. Dead.

SAM:

JESS! NO!

And before they can even react-- SIZZLING. BLACK LINES,

BURNING THEMSELVES into the wall. Spiderwebbing. Some

horizontal, some vertical. Once again, a charred warning-

COMING FOR YOU:

The words IGNITE. The room blazes rapidly, a tinderbox.

Anguished, Sam leaps up on the chair. Struggling to pull

Jessica down. But he can’t reach. And the flames are

spreading. Dean yanks Sam away, hard-

DEAN:

Sam! We have to go!

Dean practically drags Sam out of the apartment...

EXT. SAM’S APARTMENT - LATER

Firetrucks. Firemen extinguish the blaze. Across the

street... pajama-clad APARTMENT OCCUPANTS. Various other

BYSTANDERS. And-

Sam and Dean. Leaning against the Impala. Watching thestructure burn.

Sam can’t return to a simple, happy life, and he knows it.

It’s time to face up to who he is. To assume his place in

the family. No more running.

The brothers. Standing together. Fire illuminating their

expressions, reflecting in their eyes-

BLACKOUT.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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