Supernatural Page #9

SAM:

...I’m taking you home...

And Sam is now able to TURN the ignition. He SLAMS the gas!

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EXT. OLD HOUSE - CONTINUOUS - NIGHT

And the rental car BURSTS forward. SMASHING through the

termite-ridden wall of the old house. ENTERING the house.

INT. OLD HOUSE - CONTINUOUS - NIGHT

The car SNAPS a support beam, second story lumber RAINS down.

INT. SAM’S RENTAL CAR - CONTINUOUS - NIGHT

Sam cracks his head, sharp, against the steering wheel, as

the car comes to an abrupt, dust-settling stop.

INT. OLD HOUSE - CONTINUOUS - NIGHT

DEAN:

Sam! Sam!

Dean scrambles through the newly-created opening, up to the

car. It’s wedged between a wall and a heavy fallen beam.

Inside the car, Sam is weak. Forehead bleeding. But alive.

SAM:

I’m okay.

DEAN:

(extremely relieved)

Where is she?

SAM:

I don’t know.

Dean looks over the room. The storm has abated, the wind has

died down, the radio’s quiet. All seems benign.

Dean tries to open the car door. No chance.

DEAN:

Can you move?

(Sam nods, yes)

Come on, I’ll help you.

Sam GROANS, pained and sore. He begins to crawl through the

window. Dean helping him. When-- the wind. It picks up.

Tattered curtains flutter. The RADIO. Clicks on. Faint

music buried beneath static.

DEAN:

Hurry.

Something SKITTERS just outside their field of vision. Dean

spins, vigilant... but nothing’s there.

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Quick as he can, Sam evacuates the car. Dean gets him to his

feet. Sam’s arm around Dean’s neck, they hobble for the

entrance, but it’s slow going--

Another SCUFFLING sound, this one over their shoulders. Theyboth look back, scanning, cautious... and that’s why they

don’t see... IN FRONT OF THEM-- the CURTAINS (beside their

exit) BILLOW UP, unveiling-

CONSTANCE. Blocking the way. Putrid. Wrathful. Her imageFLICKERS rapidly, appearing and disappearing.

Sam and Dean turn forward. Spot her--

She DRIFTS towards the brothers, the tips of her yellowed

toes lightly scraping the floor planks.

Sam and Dean back away. Dean FIRES his Colt again. No use.

She grows closer. Closer. Eyes aflame. Suddenly-

There’s TWO FIGURES BEHIND HER! A decayed MAN and WOMAN,

40’s, the fronts of their shirts BLOODY from STAB WOUNDS.

Constance’s PARENTS.

WHISPERED ON THE WIND

...you’ve come home...

They seem to envelop her. Merging with her. There’s a

horrible, otherworldly ANIMAL SHRIEKING-- and they ALL MELT

AWAY. Gone completely. Still. Silence.

Sam and Dean. As they (and we) catch our collective breaths-

DEAN:

...hey. Sam?

SAM:

Yeah?

DEAN:

(long solemn beat; then)

Good luck getting the deposit back

on that rental.

Dean cracks a smile. Sam smiles back.

EXT. CENTENNIAL HIGHWAY - NIGHT

A SIGN. “You Are Leaving Sanger, California, U.S.A.

America’s Christmas Tree City. Come Again Soon!”

The Impala BLOWS past it.

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INT. IMPALA - MOVING - NIGHT

The brothers LAUGH. Enjoying a rare moment of victory.

DEAN:

...so how’d you know that would

work, anyway?

SAM:

What?

DEAN:

Taking her home.

SAM:

I didn’t.

DEAN:

Wow. Thoughtful plan.

SAM:

Well, I can’t believe you actually

shot Casper in the face.

DEAN:

Hey, saved your ass-

EXT. FREEWAY ON-RAMP - NIGHT

The I-5 FREEWAY on-ramp. North. Dean cruises right past.

INT. IMPALA - MOVING - NIGHT

SAM:

Where are you going?

DEAN:

East. Figured we’d check out the

house next.

SAM:

The house?

DEAN:

Our house, Chachi. Maybe there’ssomething I missed. Some bread

crumb Dad left behind...

When Dean glances at Sam, sees his expression. Dean’s smile

fades, as he puts it together.

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DEAN:

...but you’re not going East, are

you? You’re going back to school.

Sam nods, a little sad and a little guilty.

SAM:

...I’m sorry.

DEAN:

(after a beat)

I’ll take you back.

SAM:

No, man, I can catch a-

DEAN:

I’ll take you back, Sam. It’s the

least I can do.

Dean SWINGS the car around. Pulling a U-turn.

EXT. I-5 FREEWAY - NIGHT - SEVERAL MINUTES LATER

The Impala heads back to Stanford.

INT. IMPALA - I-5 FREEWAY - MOVING - NIGHT

Clearly, Sam’s conscience is getting the best of him-

SAM:

...look, I’m gonna call the cops,

the FBI, first thing. File a

Missing Persons.

DEAN:

Good. It’s a good idea.

SAM:

I mean, he could be anywhere. We

can’t just cruise the whole

country, hoping we bump into him.

But I’m gonna help, okay? I’m

gonna do everything I can.

Dean nods. More silence. Sam can’t take it anymore.

SAM:

You know. “Passive aggressive”

isn’t really your gig--

DEAN:

What? Did I say anything?

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SAM:

That’s just the point. If you’repissed, then be pissed.

DEAN:

I’m not pissed.

SAM:

Convincing delivery.

DEAN:

Really. I’m serious.

SAM:

Well, you’re something.

DEAN:

I’m done. Okay?

SAM:

What’s that supposed to mean? Done

with what?

DEAN:

This. These sparkling little

arguments of ours. Trying to dragyou into something you just don’t

want any part of.

(beat)

I can’t ask you to throw everything

away and hit the road. To trade in

your girl and your school for bad

food and mangy motels-

SAM:

Dean-

DEAN:

So go live your life, Sam. I mean

it, be happy. I’m not gonna fight

you. I’m tired, and...

SAM:

And what?

DEAN:

And I just don’t care anymore...

SAM:

(after a beat)

I think I’d rather you were pissed.

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DEAN:

What do you want me to say?

Sam doesn’t answer. The brothers ride in silence.

INT./EXT. IMPALA - STANFORD UNIVERSITY - LATE NIGHT

The Impala motors past libraries. Classrooms. The various

signs and landmarks of the august university. Sam watches

the familiar scenery pass. Clouded with doubt. Is he doingthe right thing?

EXT. SAM’S APARTMENT - LATE NIGHT

The Impala parks before Sam’s apartment, engine idling. Sam

climbs out. Snags his bags from the back. Then-

SAM:

You’ll call me if there’s any news?

(Dean nods, yes)

...I’ll see you soon, okay?

DEAN:

Sure. Okay.

Sam heads for the apartment. Dean, behind the wheel, watches

him go. They won’t see each other anytime soon, and they

know it. Both want to say something. But neither do.

At the front door (a security entrance, which leads to the

college-apartment lobby). Sam turns. Gives one final,

awkward wave. And disappears from sight.

Dean. Thinking. A swirl of emotions. But then... he shifts

the car into drive... begins to motor away. He throws one

last look back at the apartment... and that’s when he sees-

IN SAM’S DARKENED BEDROOM WINDOW. The glass SHIMMERS.

RIPPLES, as if it were liquid. Just for a moment. Blink and

you miss it.

DEAN:

...Sam...

INT. SAM’S APARTMENT - MAIN ROOM - LATE NIGHT

Sam enters. Lugging his bags. He flips on a lamp. Walks

toward his bedroom. He’s too exhausted to realize...

BEHIND HIM. The lamp FLICKERS. On the wall-- his clock,

gently ticking, abruptly STOPS. Frozen.

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EXT. SAM’S APARTMENT - LATE NIGHT

Dean POUNDS on the lobby entrance, alarmed-DEAN

SAM!

He THROWS his shoulder into the door, CRACKING it open-INT.

SAM’S APARTMENT - HALLWAY OUTSIDE BEDROOM - LATE NIGHT

Sam’s hand. Turning the bedroom doorknob. He swings open

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