Supernatural Page #5

INT. SANGER HIGH SCHOOL - LIBRARY - DAY

A LIBRARIAN pokes her head into an aisle. Glowering at Dean

and Sam. Dean pulls a 2004 Sanger Yearbook from the shelf.

Looks up “Troy Squire” in the index. Turns to a photo-

A candid of Troy. Carefree smile. Arms around two friends,

BILL COAKLEY and AMY BROWN.

DEAN (PRE-LAP)

You must be Amy. And Bill.

EXT. SANGER HIGH SCHOOL - PARKING LOT - AFTERNOON

Dean stands before AMY and BILL, both 17. They lean against

Bill’s car, smoking. Few FRIENDS loiter around, too.

DEAN:

Troy told us all about you. We’re

his uncles. I’m Dean, that’s Sammy.

Sam does a slow burn. He hates being called Sammy.

AMY:

We’re so sorry.

DEAN:

Yeah. Thanks.

SAM:

So... we’re kinda asking around, as

a favor to Troy’s Mom. Was he

acting... weird to you at all?

AMY:

What do you mean?

SAM:

I mean... at the party, before he

left? Did he say anything strange?

Maybe he was nervous... scared

about something?

BILL:

(irritated)

What, you think he was driving

high?

27.

DEAN:

(stepping in)

No, we think the cops got their

heads up their ass. I mean, a

carjacking? Gimme a break. But

something happened out there. So

if you guys know anything at all...

Amy and RACHEL, 17, exchange looks. Dean catches this-

DEAN:

What?

BILL:

(also spots their looks)

Guys. Please. It’s just a story.

DEAN:

What story?

(the girls are hesitant)

It’s okay. We wanna know.

RACHEL:

...there was this girl, she got

murdered, hitchhiking on

Centennial. Supposedly, she’s

still out there, still hitchhiking.

And whoever picks her up... well,

they just... disappear...

Teasing, ghostly OOHS from Bill.

RACHEL:

Hey, my Aunt saw her once, okay?

BILL:

Then why didn’t she disappear...?

The students CHATTER-- some teasing, others defending the

story. As Sam and Dean exchange silent looks.

EXT. SANGER HIGH SCHOOL - PARKING LOT - A MINUTE LATER

Heading back to the Impala-

SAM:

I don’t know. Hitchhiking girl,

pretty classic urban legend. Gotta

be a hundred different versions of

that same story.

28.

DEAN:

(shrugs)

Stories have to spring from

somewhere... sometimes they spring

from the truth. God, remember that

whole Bloody Mary, mirror thing?

That was supposed to be an urban

legend, too...

SAM:

Yeah. I guess you’re right.

DEAN:

We’ll at least scope out the girls’

story, see what shakes loose.

(they reach the car)

Hey. So those girls-- how old do

you think they were?

SAM:

Not old enough.

DEAN:

Yeah. You’re right.

Sam climbs into the car-

SAM:

Get in the car, Dean.

DEAN:

Yeah.

Dean climbs in after.

EXT. SANGER PUBLIC LIBRARY - AFTERNOON - ESTABLISHING

The wind rattles the dead leaves.

INT. SANGER PUBLIC LIBRARY - AFTERNOON

A COMPUTER SCREEN. A website-- The Sanger Herald. Words are

typed into a keyword search field. “Murder. Centennial

Highway.” The response: “No Articles Found.”

Dean. At the computer. Lit, ghostly, by the phosphorescent

screen. Sam stands behind him. Dean tries again. This

time:
“Murder. Hitchhiking.” No Articles Found.

SAM:

Let me try.

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DEAN:

I got it.

Dean tries again. “Death. Hitchhiking.” No Articles Found.

SAM:

Really. It’s like watching a

monkey type-

Annoyed, Dean slides back, offering the chair.

DEAN:

Fine. Be my guest, control freak.

Sam takes his place. Thinking. Beat. Then... Sam

highlights the word “Death,” changes it to “Missing.” (So itnow reads: “Missing. Hitchhiking.”)

And an ARTICLE APPEARS. SEARCH CONTINUES FOR MISSING GIRL.

Sam smirks, gloating, at an unamused Dean.

DEAN:

So you’re a net jockey. Congrats.

SAM:

“...Constance Weld, last seen by

passing motorists, hitchhiking on

Centennial Highway, at mile marker

33..” This was about 10 years ago.

ON THE SCREEN-- A PHOTO. CONSTANCE. We recognize her--

it’s the girl in Troy Squire’s car. Beside her, a smiling,

heavy set WOMAN. We see a fragment of caption: “...seen here

with mother Marjorie Brunson...”

Sam taps in a new keyword search. “Constance Weld.”

And a SERIES of ARTICLES come up. Sam clicks through them,

rapidly, one after another. The headlines tell the story-

MOTHER PLEADS FOR DAUGHTER’S SAFE RETURN.

CANDLELIGHT VIGIL HELD.

SEARCH ENTERS 6th MONTH.

Until, finally--MULTIPLE REMAINS FOUND.

Sam holds on this one. A photo accompanies the article-- a

wretched looking MAN. JOSEPH BURROUGHS. Reading--

SAM:

Jesus. They finally found her in

this guy Burrough’s trailer. And

six bodies in the backyard.

30.

When something occurs to Sam. Dean notices his expression-

DEAN:

What is it?

Then... Sam clicks back a few articles. To the CANDLELIGHT

VIGIL story. There’s a school portrait of Constance here.

She’s wearing the ROSE PENDANT NECKLACE.

SAM:

I knew I saw that necklace before.

It was at the police station...

DEAN:

(leans in)

Where’d it say she was hitchhiking

again?

EXT. CENTENNIAL HIGHWAY - NIGHT

MILE MARKER 33. The post quivers in the stiff wind.

The two-lane cuts between an ocean of DARK, ENDLESS CORN

FIELDS. The road is abandoned-- except for the Impala.

Parked on the shoulder, across from the mile marker.

INT. IMPALA - CENTENNIAL HIGHWAY - NIGHT

Sam and Dean sit. Radio playing softly. Their version of a

stake-out.

SAM:

...so what do we do if Casper shows

up? We can’t exactly shoot it in

the face.

DEAN:

We don’t do anything. We hangback, watch and learn. You know

the drill. First, we figure out

what we’re dealing with-

SAM:

--then we figure out how to kill

it, I know.

(then)

You know, sometimes you sound so

much like Dad, it’s creepy.

DEAN:

I take that as a compliment.

Long beat. Sam’s got something on his mind-

31.

SAM:

So. Um. How’s he been, anyway?

DEAN:

Okay. You know. He’s Dad.

SAM:

Is he... still pissed?

DEAN:

You know. He’s Dad. He’s a

stubborn bastard and you-

SAM:

What?

DEAN:

...you hurt him pretty bad...

Sam, defensive, frustrated, feels the sting of old wounds.

SAM:

I hurt...? He threw me out--

DEAN:

I don’t wanna talk about it-

SAM:

All I did, was tell him I was going

to law school-

DEAN:

That’s not all you did-

SAM:

Know what normal Dads are when they

hear that? Proud. But him?

(affecting a stern voice)

“You wasted enough time at college

already, boy. Time to come home

and join the business.”

DEAN:

You told him you hated him...

SAM:

After he called me a coward. Dean.

He said if I was gonna go, I should

stay gone. And I hurt him?

32.

DEAN:

You know what you said! You said

his whole life, the whole reason he

did what he did, was pointless--

Sam grows quiet at Dean’s flash of anger...

DEAN:

You remember that? That no matter

how many things we hunted, we’d

never find the thing that killed

Mom! No matter how many people we

saved, Mom was dead and we were

never gonna bring her back!

SAM:

...I remember...

DEAN:

(quiets now, too)

That’s what did it, you know. He

was so angry... we both were.

Mostly, cause we knew it was true.

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