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ACT I

INT. CHURCH. NIGHT

Church of Our Lord of the Redemption, Washington D.C.



An empty church . The last worshipper has left long ago. A middle aged priest walks up the aisle, having completed his daily chores. He hears a noise inside the confession box. Surely no one could be in there at this time of night?

INT. CONFESSIONAL

PRIEST
Hello?

STRANGER (O.S.)
Hello father

PRIEST
My son, it is a little late for confessions don’t you think?

STRANGER (O.S.)
I’m afraid it’s urgent

PRIEST
As you wish….

STRANGER (O.S.)
Bless me father
(beat)
I am a sinner.

PRIEST
(nodding)
As am I my son.
(beat)
What is your sin?

STRANGER (O.S.)
I’m afraid

PRIEST
Afraid?

STRANGER (O.S.)
Yes father. I’m afraid I’ve done something terrible. I’m afraid I’m beyond forgiveness.



PRIEST
There is always forgiveness if we are willing to seek it.

STRANGER (O.S.)
Thank you for your kindness.

PRIEST
(smiling)
What do you wish to confess?

STRANGER (O.S.)
Do you think it’s terrible to look for answers, answers to questions that shouldn’t be asked?

PRIEST
I don’t know. What answers do you want?

STRANGER (O.S.)
Everything. I’ve read the one true gospel father. All else is false.
(beat)
Do you understand what that means?

PRIEST
I’m afraid I don’t…..

STRANGER (O.S.)
Creation is only half the story. I have seen the other side. I have openly embraced it. Ignorance in vanity, pride in death, faith in hope……
(beat)
I am a sinner in the house of God.
(beat)
There is no hope for me.

PRIEST
(concerned)
My son…

STRANGER (O.S.)
You must tell them father, tell them all.

PRIEST
What do you wish me to tell them?

STRANGER (O.S.)
Multus Tempestas
(beat)
Tell them a storm is coming. Tell them…

A crack of light illuminates a tear running down the stranger’s cheek.

STRANGER (O.S.)
….that I’m sorry.

BANG!!!!!!! A loud gunshot rings out. The startled priest falls off his chair and stumbles out through the small wooden door of the confessional box. He sees blood running from under the other door.



SUPERNATURAL – “HELLMASTER”

INT. MONASTERY, STUDY. NIGHT

An old priest, FR. DAVID SUAZO, is studying an ancient text long into the night. He rubs his eyes and glances at the coffee beside him. Its getting cold. A knock at the door.

FR SUAZO
Come in.

A MONK enters, he hurries over to the priest’s desk and hands him a note. Fr Suazo opens it and reads it with growing concern.

FR SUAZO
(worried)
Leave…

Monk stands there, surprised.

SUAZO
Go!

The priest turns to his phone and dials.

SUAZO
We don’t have much time.

VOICE ON PHONE (OS)
Who is this?

We see the man on the other end of the line. A mature handsome man, his eyes convey experience beyond his years. His name is JOHN WINCHESTER.

JOHN
David?

SUAZO
The Hellmaster… it’s no longer safe.

INT. OUR LADY OF FATIMA CHURCH- DAY.

SACRAMENTO, CALIFORNIA

Dean and Sam are at the foot of a statue of the Virgin Mary. Sunlight streams in through the stained glass windows behind her creating an ethereal halo of light around the effigy. As they peer upward they can clearly see what appears to be blood dripping from the statue’s eyes.



SAM
So what do you make of it?

DEAN
(in thought)
I dunno

Dean looks around for anyone watching. Satisfied he isn’t being spied on he finds a foothold on the marble stand and inches towards the top of the statue.

SAM
(looking around anxiously)
What the hell are you doing?

DEAN
(climbing)
Getting closer to God.

Dean rubs some of the blood off the statue’s cheeks and sniffs it.

DEAN
Smells like turpentine. Either this is paint running off the plaster or Mary has a serious case of blood poisoning.

SAM
Terrific. Will you get down?!

Dean jumps down.

SAM
Your lack of respect for people’s faith is saddening sometimes.

DEAN
(walking out of the church)
I’ve seen enough of what’s real to tell what isn’t. Hell I have nothing against religion Sam, it does a lot of good. What I find truly sad is the minority which prey and exploit the faith of those who need it most. I think a fair skeptic is just as important as the reverend.

SAM
Sometimes people have no need for the skeptic.

DEAN
That’s their choice. It doesn’t mean the skeptic isn’t right though.

SAM
Does it really matter though in the end? Reality is different for everyone. If people believe something enough then it is true for them. Isn’t that what it’s all about?

DEAN
I cross my fingers every day that I will find Keith Moon still alive somewhere too. I really do. Maybe he’s on an island somewhere or hunting dinosaurs in Mexico, but you gotta separate what’s real from what you want to be real.

SAM
Then why do you think people are so ignorant of the supernatural?

DEAN
That’s easy.



SAM
Yeah?

DEAN
(getting into car)
People don’t want it to be real.
(beat)
We’re a dying breed Sammy boy.

INT. IMPALA.

JOHN WINCHESTER
Ain’t that the truth.

The boys turn round and see John Winchester sitting in the back seat. He’s been waiting for them.

DEAN
If you’ve damaged the lock on this car….

JOHN
Relax. I’ve been doing this longer then you have. I admire your dedication in chasing up this religious phenomenon lately, but I think you’re barking up the wrong tree here.

SAM
Yeah we got your message. So what’s with the Hollywood entrance?

JOHN
It’s best to stay out of sight.
(pointing to the open road)
Follow my directions. We need to talk.

EXT. A SMALL HOUSE OUTSIDE SACRAMENTO. DAY.



MUSIC CUE : "She's Just Killing Me" - ZZ Top

The Impala drives up a dusty roadway to a small mission style house nestled in the shade of the trees. The cloudless sky and beating sun make it a very hot day. The Winchesters step out of the Impala wearing their shades. Dean stares up at the burning sun and grimaces. Shaking the dust from their boots almost like modern day cowboys the Winchesters walk to the door. A woman answers the doorbell. She looks like an old Mexican maid. With a kindly face she ushers the men inside. It’s immediately clear this ain’t no saloon as we see religious memorabilia adorn the hallways.

John stops at one particular framed manuscript.

JOHN
The epistle of Clement to the Corinthians!

FR SUAZO (O.S.)
Impressive. You haven’t lost your touch.

Fr. Suazo greets them in the hall.

FR SUAZO
(to housekeeper)
Gracias Nala.

The housekeeper departs.

FR SUAZO
(returning to the Winchesters)
It’s just a copy course, like they all are.
(beat)
If I had the genuine articles I wouldn’t be living in a house this small?

Fr Suazo heartily laughs

JOHN
(smiling)
Still the humble priest eh David?

FR SUAZO
(patting John on the shoulder)
It’s been a long time my old friend.
(turns to Dean and Sam)
Hello boys. I guess I can’t really call you boys anymore now can I?

Dean and Sam exchange puzzled looks. Fr. Suazo shakes their hands and begins to walk to the study motioning for the others to follow.

FR SUAZO
I just wish we could have met again under happier circumstances.

SAM
(looking nervously at John)
What’s going on here?

FR SUAZO
I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be so rude. We’ve met before, even if you were too young to remember. My name is Fr David Suazo. I’m an old friend of your father's although I’m not surprised you haven’t heard of me.
(beat)
Not many have.

JOHN
There’s a good reason Father Suazo keeps to himself.

DEAN
Eczema?

Fr Suazo slightly chuckles as a wide smile forms across his face.

FR SUAZO
I’ve missed your sense of humour Dean.

Dean shrugs.

FR SUAZO
Are you an avid reader?

DEAN
I subscribe to Guitar Pro if that’s any use

FR SUAZO
(smiles)
Could be worse.
(beat)
You ever hear of the Hellmaster?

SAM
Dad what’s he talking about?

DEAN
Ozzy’s limited edition paperback biography if I recall.

JOHN
(ignoring Dean’s comment)
The Hellmaster is probably the most important and dangerous book in human history.

FR SUAZO
There is no “probably” about it. The Hellmaster contains knowledge so arcane, the devil himself would love to see it destroyed.



DEAN
The devil? You mean the big cheese himself?

FR SUAZO
Yes : Lucifer, Satan, The Adversary, - the second most powerful being in creation has many names and many guises, but don’t be fooled. There is only one.

JOHN
David you said there were developments……

FR SUAZO
Yes, I apologize for having to be so cryptic. Unfortunately the secret we have kept for over eight hundred years is out.

DEAN
Ok time out. Start from the beginning.

Fr Suazo sighs and sits in his large armchair.

FR SUAZO
In the beginning there were angels of the light and demons of the smokeless fires. These demons, the fallen, had followed their leader Satan in the rebellion in heaven as they refused to worship God’s greatest creation. Man.

SAM
Wait a second. That’s classic Sunday school. Knowledge was man’s greatest power.

DEAN
What?

SAM
(turning to Dean)
Think about it. In ritual, black magic, the power to control demons is in knowing their true name. Once you know something’s true name you can have power over it. God gave man knowledge. That’s why the angels had to subjugate to him.

JOHN
Right. That’s why in many religions it’s forbidden to know God’s true name.

FR SUAZO
God wasn’t so kind to the rebellion though. They were cast down and from that day swore to plaque mankind.

DEAN
Tell me about it. So why is the red telephone ringing off the hook all of a sudden? What’s happening?

FR. SUAZO
Did you ever hear of the Honorius?

DEAN
Sure, you can read that on the internet

FR. SUAZO
(smiling)
Not the real one I assure you. It has many names including the most evil book in the world. It also goes by the name we’ve been calling it.

JOHN
The Honorius and the Hellmaster are the same?

FR. SUAZO
Yes

SAM
So the legend is true. And this Hellmaster is a key to controlling demons?

FATHER SUAZO
Yes and no. On the face of it the book is a catalogue of fallen angels and how to raise them. However the real knowledge contained in the book is actually beyond human understanding.

DEAN
So the book is dangerous? I’m guessing not in a nasty paper cut kinda way dangerous?

FR SUAZO
Knowing man’s lust for power and greed Satan had unknown to him buried the seals of the four riders within the codex.

SAM
The four riders?

JOHN
The horsemen. Apocalypse.

FR SUAZO
That’s right. Much of what people think they know about Apocalypse isn’t true. Apocalypse originally referred to secrets or knowledge obtained through divine revelation. There are many different apocalypses. The riders symbolize the end of days for mankind on earth.

SAM
So where do you come in Father?

FR SUAZO
I’m not unlike you two Sam. For many years I was a practicing exorcist for many dioceses before becoming a Vatican investigator into wider areas of the paranormal. The church had become alarmed at the rising number of religious omens being reported across the globe.
(beat)
My working relationship with the Vatican was not entirely “successful”.
(beat)
I found out two nights ago in Washington a John Doe dying of a self inflicted gunshot wound claimed he was part of a group that had stolen the Hellmaster from the Church of the Rose Cross.

DEAN
That’s in Washington?

FR SUAZO
No. The Rose Cross is a Church hidden in the Black Mountains in Germany. It seems whomever he was working for has brought the book here.

SAM
Why?

FR SUAZO
I don’t know.

JOHN
The Rose Cross? I didn’t even know they existed anymore.

FR SUAZO
They were all but dead to the world. Not by accident either. They had become concerned at the level of demonic influence even within the church. Feeling it was in their best interests to keep themselves hidden, they went underground because of the secret they held.

JOHN
The Hellmaster.

FR SUAZO
Right

DEAN
And now their secret's out and its up to us to settle some scores.

FR SUAZO
Yes I heard about your little job in Leland.
(beat)
Very impressive

DEAN
I’m getting a bad feeling that was just foreplay.

FR SUAZO
Do you know what the Multus Tempestas is?

SAM
It’s Latin….

JOHN
(interjecting)
The Great Storm.



DEAN
Hey, hey wait a minute…
(turning)
That’s what Bobby was talking about

SAM
(to John and Suazo)
He said a storm was coming.

FR SUAZO
It would seem that way. Just like a weather storm, you can feel it in the air.
(beat)
The signs are all around us. You’ve seen them yourself

DEAN
So what do we do?
(slightly sarcastic)
Pray?

John gets up off his chair and straightens his jacket.

JOHN
We settle some scores.

EXT. DUSTY ROAD. SUNSET

A large grey car kicks up a whirlwind of dust as it passes the camera and drives towards the sunset.

INT. FR SUAZO’S CAR.

David Suazo is driving. John is in the passenger seat.

FR SUAZO
You worry about them?

JOHN
I trust them.

FR SUAZO
They’re good men.

John smiles.

JOHN
Yeah I know.
(beat)
It just seems strange when I hear it out loud. But it’s true. They’re men now. After all we’ve been through together, they’re more man then I was at that age.

FR SUAZO
You know, you’re not responsible for them anymore. Not fully.

JOHN
It still feels like it.

FR SUAZO
And who is responsible for you?

John doesn’t answer.

FR SUAZO
Exactly. John you’ve got to let them go. They don’t need you as a mentor anymore.
(pause)
But they still need you as a father. That’s something I think you’ll have to remember before this ordeal is through.

ACT II

INT. CHURCH. DAY

We open to a priest neatly arranging things on an altar. The camera circles around him until we can see Fr. Suazo and John standing behind him. The priest looks up and sighs.

PRIEST
You’ve come to ask about the dead man.

JOHN
How did you know?

PRIEST
You’re not the first to knock at these doors, wanting to know what happened that night.

The priest turns round to face his two inquisitors. Fr Suazo speaks up.

FR. SUAZO
My name is Fr. David Suazo
(motioning to John)
This is John Winchester

PRIEST
I’m not sure I can be of anymore help Father. I’ve told the police all I know.

JOHN
This man, did you know him?

The priest shakes his head no.

PRIEST
He was a stranger to me. But we are a large church, I hear a lot of confessions, a lot of strange things.

JOHN
As strange as this?

PRIEST
No.
(turns to Fr. Suazo)
Surely father Suazo, you aren’t going to ask me the contents of his confessions? You know as well as I do the sanctity of the sacrament of confession.

FR. SUAZO
(shaking his head)
Was there anything else you can recall? Anything out of the ordinary no matter how trivial?

PRIEST
(sighing)
I didn’t tell the police this because
(beat)
Well, I wasn’t too sure

FR. SUAZO
What was it?

PRIEST
While I was sitting there, while he was talking, I got the impression he was, or had been a priest.

JOHN
A priest?

PRIEST
Some of the things he said, the way he said them, like talking about the gospels, about the truth.

JOHN
What truth?

PRIEST
I don’t know. He wouldn’t say. He asked for forgiveness for what he had done. I had some other men here this morning asking about him.
(beat)
They believe as I do

FR. SUAZO
What do you believe?

PRIEST
That this man...

INT. MORGUE. CORRIDOR

John and Fr. Suazo trudge down a dark yet glistening corridor. The odor of death hangs heavily in the air. A few yards ahead of them a morgue attendant swings some keys and whistles.

PRIEST (V.O.)(CONT'D)
Was touched by God.

INT. MORGUE.

The swing door opens with a characteristic WOOSH. We look upon a seemingly empty morgue.

ATTENDANT
Got your guy over here.



The attendant walks across to a series of steel drawers. With a pause he slides open the heavy tray. John and Fr. Suazo now face a corpse covered in a white shroud.

ATTENDANT
A damn shame. Dying alone?
(shaking his head)
Gotta be hell

FR. SUAZO
(turning to the attendant)
Could we have a minute please?

ATTENDANT
Sure

The attendant walks away leaving the two men staring at the body. Fr Suazo gingerly lifts back the shroud covering the head.

FR. SUAZO
Oh my god……..

JOHN
What is it?

FR. SUAZO
I know this man

John watches on in bewilderment as Fr. Suazo opens the dead man’s mouth and begins feeling around. He steps back and wipes his forehead. Worried.

INT. LIBRARY.

A large private library. Books are scattered in a disorganized fashion around the room.

CLOSE UP : Of several books revealing covers indicating arcane and occult themes.

Camera PANS across to Dean wrapped up in his reading. Sam sits near by. He suppresses a yawn.

SAM
This is a waste of time

DEAN
I never thought I’d hear you say learning was a waste of time

SAM
Yeah but there’s a time and a place. Dad and Fr Suazo are out there right now looking for answers

DEAN
Fr. S knows what he’s doing

SAM
I don’t doubt that. I just don’t know why we can’t be there with them

DEAN
It’s called not putting all your eggs in one basket. If they find out anything they’ll call and we can follow it up

SAM
I don’t know how you can do this

DEAN
What?

SAM
Be so calm, so…
(beat)
trusting



DEAN
I’ve hunted with the man for years. So did you

SAM
Something just feels off

DEAN
Of course something’s off. We wouldn’t be here otherwise

SAM
You know what I mean

DEAN
Would you relax. You wanna bother someone try finding Nala.
(beat)
Oh and grab me one of her salsa tortillas while you’re at it

SAM
You’re unbelievable

DEAN
Can’t fight hellspawn on an empty stomach. Maybe that’s why you’re so skinny and lanky?

SAM
Maybe you’re short and stumpy?

DEAN
Whatever. You know the attractive brother is always right

Sam gets up to leave

SAM
That’s true.
(beat)
I am always right

DEAN
(under his breath)
Smartass

INT. CORRIDOR

A dilapidated apartment corridor. The building isn’t exactly up market with creaky floorboards and peeling wallpaper. John Winchester and Fr. Suazo edge towards a battered looking door.

JOHN
I didn’t know a priest’s salary was this bad

FR. SUAZO
Priests don’t have a salary

INT. APARTMENT

The door swings open. We see John and Fr. Suazo peer into the dank room. Cautiously they step inside.

JOHN
Jesus….

Camera PANS across the room. The tiny apartment is in a state of extreme disarray. Fr Suazo walks across to the windows. Old and dirty it looks like they haven’t been cleaned in years. Scraps of paper are stuck to the glass, the edges are being blown gently in the wind. Fr Suazo snatches one page and peers closely at it.

FR SUAZO
To him that over cometh will I give to eat of the tree of life, which is in the midst of the paradise of God

JOHN
Revelations?

FR SUAZO
Chapter 2, verse 7



JOHN
This place is like a shrine. Or a religious shark cage.
(beat)
David….

Fr Suazo continues to look around himself, amazed.

JOHN
(forcefully)
David?

Fr. Suazo
What?

JOHN
What’s going on? You said things were worse then you thought?

Fr SUAZO
They are

JOHN
How bad?

FR SUAZO
Worse case scenario?

JOHN
What about it?

FR SUAZO
It’s here

John stands there for a moment contemplating what was said. Fr. Suazo rummages through some drawers. He pulls out a bottle of pills. CLOSE UP of the label. It reads “Carbatrol”.

JOHN
What'd you find?

FR SUAZO
(stares at the label)
Carbatrol?

JOHN
What is that?

FR SUAZO
I don’t know. But look here
(points)
This bottle was prescribed last week
(stares at John)
But the bottle is empty

INT. LIBRARY

CLOSE UP of Sam’s face, talking on the phone.

SAM
That’s right. Carbatrol, also branded as Tegretol, it’s an anticonvulsant.

INT. CORRIDOR

JOHN
An anticonvulsant? What’s it used for?

INT. LIBRARY

SAM
Well that’s the interesting part. It’s used to treat parasomnia

JOHN (O.S.)
Parasomnia?

SAM
Yeah, basically a violent form of sleep walking in which the sufferer acts out their dreams

INT. CORRIDOR

JOHN
Is it dangerous?

SAM (O.S.)
Kinda, why?

JOHN
Well what do you mean kinda?

INT. LIBRARY

SAM
(reading from his computer screen)
Em, well a person can perform everyday actions as normal because the body isn’t paralyzed, but symptoms can range from acting in bizarre ways to violent seizures and fits

JOHN (O.S.)
Could someone bite off their own tongue during one of these fits?

SAM
It’s possible I guess

INT. HALLWAY

JOHN
It turns out our John Doe’s name is Father Eric Walken, an old friend of David’s

INT. LIBRARY

SAM
(excitedly)
That’s great! Well I mean it’s not great for David….but it’s great for what we….it’s a lead…

INT. HALLWAY

JOHN
That’s not all. It seems our guy who confessed so much in the church
(beat)
Was actually missing his tongue

INT. LIBRARY

Camera lingers on Sam’s face for a moment. Confused.

JOHN
Listen Sam, I want you and Dean to do something for me…

INT. HALLWAY, LATER

John hastily hangs up. He turns around to be met by Fr. Suazo who is exiting the apartment.

JOHN
Why’d he do it David?

FR SUAZO
(shaking his head)
I don’t know

CLOSE UP of a book nestled in Fr. Suazo hands. It looks like a diary. David Suazo hands it to John.

FR SUAZO
The last entry
(beat)
Look at it

Fr Suazo turns away, deep in thought. John flicks through the yellowed pages of the tattered diary.

JOHN
(reading aloud)
“The written word holds the power. It’s also all I have left to communicate with. The pen is mightier then the sword, but is it mightier then God? I’m scared, but also determined. I know what I have to do. I’m scared however for the flock. The Sheperd is gone and the wolves are circling. It’s dark. Night is coming. I can hear them in the distance, their howls drawing closer. We can do nothing now but wait.”

John looks up from the book and mouths the final words.

JOHN
(alarmed)
“They are coming”

INT. MOTEL ROOM. NIGHT

Camera pans across the darkened room. The air is deathly still, not even the faintest noise from outside seems to pollute the scene. Two beds lie side by side, their occupants fast asleep.

CLOSE UP of a door handle. We hear the faint scratches and clicks indicating it is being picked.

CLOSE UP of a man’s eyes. Like a switch they flick open.

The door opens softly and a dark figure glides into the room followed by others. We see the silhouettes of the four figures stand over the two beds. They produce silencers from their jackets and without hesitation fire into the beds. BANG! BANG! BANG! One shadow steps forward, pulling the covers back he is enraged to see nothing but pillows forming the shape of a person. Suddenly from behind he is jumped by man and sent crashing to the ground. The lone figure then dives for cover under a hail of gunfire from the surprised intruders. Taking shelter behind a corner the moonlight illuminates the face of John Winchester as he loads and readies his 9mm.

VOICE (O.S)
John!

John’s eye’s widen in fear. They’ve got David!

John wheels away from the corner taking aim at the cluster of figures in front of him. Even in the dark the experienced hunter cannot make out who is who.

CLOSE UP of Fr Suazo being held by an unknown man. From behind the shape of a sickle rises. SQUEELCH as we see a long curved blade explode from the chest of another of the intruders. The would-be murderer holding Fr. Suazo drops his prey and spins around only to be quickly decapitated.

FR. SUAZO
Oh God! No!

Horrified, The remaining intruders open fire in blind panic spraying the room with bullets. Through the flashes of gunfire with see glimpses of hooded figures, of large bloodied blades, and of faces contorted in masks of death.



John crawls along the ground, inching himself closer to Fr. Suazo.

JOHN
David! Quickly!

FR SUAZO
(frozen in fear)
I…
(beat)
I can’t!

JOHN
There’s no time!

Fr. Suazo’s face turns to John. His expression one of complete hopelessness.

FR SUAZO
No time left for me

JOHN
You don’t mean that
(shouting at intruders)
Who are you?!

Low guttural voices reply in unison

VOICES
We are many

In a flash Fr. Suazo is gone, carried away by the sickle wielding beings leaving John Winchester alone and devastated.

Due to some site complications, here is ACT II. Really sorry for the delay.

INT. CHURCH. DAY

We open to a priest neatly arranging things on an altar. The camera circles around him until we can see Fr. Suazo and John standing behind him. The priest looks up and sighs.

PRIEST
You’ve come to ask about the dead man.

JOHN
How did you know?

PRIEST
You’re not the first to knock at these doors, wanting to know what happened that night.

The priest turns round to face his two inquisitors. Fr Suazo speaks up.

FR. SUAZO
My name is Fr. David Suazo
(motioning to John)
This is John Winchester

PRIEST
I’m not sure I can be of anymore help Father. I’ve told the police all I know.

JOHN
This man, did you know him?

The priest shakes his head no.

PRIEST
He was a stranger to me. But we are a large church, I hear a lot of confessions, a lot of strange things.

JOHN
As strange as this?

PRIEST
No.
(turns to Fr. Suazo)
Surely father Suazo, you aren’t going to ask me the contents of his confessions? You know as well as I do the sanctity of the sacrament of confession.

FR. SUAZO
(shaking his head)
Was there anything else you can recall? Anything out of the ordinary no matter how trivial?

PRIEST
(sighing)
I didn’t tell the police this because
(beat)
Well, I wasn’t too sure

FR. SUAZO
What was it?

PRIEST
While I was sitting there, while he was talking, I got the impression he was, or had been a priest.

JOHN
A priest?

PRIEST
Some of the things he said, the way he said them, like talking about the gospels, about the truth.

JOHN
What truth?

PRIEST
I don’t know. He wouldn’t say. He asked for forgiveness for what he had done. I had some other men here this morning asking about him.
(beat)
They believe as I do

FR. SUAZO
What do you believe?

PRIEST
That this man...

INT. MORGUE. CORRIDOR

John and Fr. Suazo trudge down a dark yet glistening corridor. The odor of death hangs heavily in the air. A few yards ahead of them a morgue attendant swings some keys and whistles.

PRIEST (V.O.)(CONT'D)
Was touched by God.

INT. MORGUE.

The swing door opens with a characteristic WOOSH. We look upon a seemingly empty morgue.

ATTENDANT
Got your guy over here.



The attendant walks across to a series of steel drawers. With a pause he slides open the heavy tray. John and Fr. Suazo now face a corpse covered in a white shroud.

ATTENDANT
A damn shame. Dying alone?
(shaking his head)
Gotta be hell

FR. SUAZO
(turning to the attendant)
Could we have a minute please?

ATTENDANT
Sure

The attendant walks away leaving the two men staring at the body. Fr Suazo gingerly lifts back the shroud covering the head.

FR. SUAZO
Oh my god……..

JOHN
What is it?

FR. SUAZO
I know this man

John watches on in bewilderment as Fr. Suazo opens the dead man’s mouth and begins feeling around. He steps back and wipes his forehead. Worried.

INT. LIBRARY.

A large private library. Books are scattered in a disorganized fashion around the room.

CLOSE UP : Of several books revealing covers indicating arcane and occult themes.

Camera PANS across to Dean wrapped up in his reading. Sam sits near by. He suppresses a yawn.

SAM
This is a waste of time

DEAN
I never thought I’d hear you say learning was a waste of time

SAM
Yeah but there’s a time and a place. Dad and Fr Suazo are out there right now looking for answers

DEAN
Fr. S knows what he’s doing

SAM
I don’t doubt that. I just don’t know why we can’t be there with them

DEAN
It’s called not putting all your eggs in one basket. If they find out anything they’ll call and we can follow it up

SAM
I don’t know how you can do this

DEAN
What?

SAM
Be so calm, so…
(beat)
trusting



DEAN
I’ve hunted with the man for years. So did you

SAM
Something just feels off

DEAN
Of course something’s off. We wouldn’t be here otherwise

SAM
You know what I mean

DEAN
Would you relax. You wanna bother someone try finding Nala.
(beat)
Oh and grab me one of her salsa tortillas while you’re at it

SAM
You’re unbelievable

DEAN
Can’t fight hellspawn on an empty stomach. Maybe that’s why you’re so skinny and lanky?

SAM
Maybe you’re short and stumpy?

DEAN
Whatever. You know the attractive brother is always right

Sam gets up to leave

SAM
That’s true.
(beat)
I am always right

DEAN
(under his breath)
Smartass

INT. CORRIDOR

A dilapidated apartment corridor. The building isn’t exactly up market with creaky floorboards and peeling wallpaper. John Winchester and Fr. Suazo edge towards a battered looking door.

JOHN
I didn’t know a priest’s salary was this bad

FR. SUAZO
Priests don’t have a salary

INT. APARTMENT

The door swings open. We see John and Fr. Suazo peer into the dank room. Cautiously they step inside.

JOHN
Jesus….

Camera PANS across the room. The tiny apartment is in a state of extreme disarray. Fr Suazo walks across to the windows. Old and dirty it looks like they haven’t been cleaned in years. Scraps of paper are stuck to the glass, the edges are being blown gently in the wind. Fr Suazo snatches one page and peers closely at it.

FR SUAZO
To him that over cometh will I give to eat of the tree of life, which is in the midst of the paradise of God

JOHN
Revelations?

FR SUAZO
Chapter 2, verse 7



JOHN
This place is like a shrine. Or a religious shark cage.
(beat)
David….

Fr Suazo continues to look around himself, amazed.

JOHN
(forcefully)
David?

Fr. Suazo
What?

JOHN
What’s going on? You said things were worse then you thought?

Fr SUAZO
They are

JOHN
How bad?

FR SUAZO
Worse case scenario?

JOHN
What about it?

FR SUAZO
It’s here

John stands there for a moment contemplating what was said. Fr. Suazo rummages through some drawers. He pulls out a bottle of pills. CLOSE UP of the label. It reads “Carbatrol”.

JOHN
What'd you find?

FR SUAZO
(stares at the label)
Carbatrol?

JOHN
What is that?

FR SUAZO
I don’t know. But look here
(points)
This bottle was prescribed last week
(stares at John)
But the bottle is empty

INT. LIBRARY

CLOSE UP of Sam’s face, talking on the phone.

SAM
That’s right. Carbatrol, also branded as Tegretol, it’s an anticonvulsant.

INT. CORRIDOR

JOHN
An anticonvulsant? What’s it used for?

INT. LIBRARY

SAM
Well that’s the interesting part. It’s used to treat parasomnia

JOHN (O.S.)
Parasomnia?

SAM
Yeah, basically a violent form of sleep walking in which the sufferer acts out their dreams

INT. CORRIDOR

JOHN
Is it dangerous?

SAM (O.S.)
Kinda, why?

JOHN
Well what do you mean kinda?

INT. LIBRARY

SAM
(reading from his computer screen)
Em, well a person can perform everyday actions as normal because the body isn’t paralyzed, but symptoms can range from acting in bizarre ways to violent seizures and fits

JOHN (O.S.)
Could someone bite off their own tongue during one of these fits?

SAM
It’s possible I guess

INT. HALLWAY

JOHN
It turns out our John Doe’s name is Father Eric Walken, an old friend of David’s

INT. LIBRARY

SAM
(excitedly)
That’s great! Well I mean it’s not great for David….but it’s great for what we….it’s a lead…

INT. HALLWAY

JOHN
That’s not all. It seems our guy who confessed so much in the church
(beat)
Was actually missing his tongue

INT. LIBRARY

Camera lingers on Sam’s face for a moment. Confused.

JOHN
Listen Sam, I want you and Dean to do something for me…

INT. HALLWAY, LATER

John hastily hangs up. He turns around to be met by Fr. Suazo who is exiting the apartment.

JOHN
Why’d he do it David?

FR SUAZO
(shaking his head)
I don’t know

CLOSE UP of a book nestled in Fr. Suazo hands. It looks like a diary. David Suazo hands it to John.

FR SUAZO
The last entry
(beat)
Look at it

Fr Suazo turns away, deep in thought. John flicks through the yellowed pages of the tattered diary.

JOHN
(reading aloud)
“The written word holds the power. It’s also all I have left to communicate with. The pen is mightier then the sword, but is it mightier then God? I’m scared, but also determined. I know what I have to do. I’m scared however for the flock. The Sheperd is gone and the wolves are circling. It’s dark. Night is coming. I can hear them in the distance, their howls drawing closer. We can do nothing now but wait.”

John looks up from the book and mouths the final words.

JOHN
(alarmed)
“They are coming”

INT. MOTEL ROOM. NIGHT

Camera pans across the darkened room. The air is deathly still, not even the faintest noise from outside seems to pollute the scene. Two beds lie side by side, their occupants fast asleep.

CLOSE UP of a door handle. We hear the faint scratches and clicks indicating it is being picked.

CLOSE UP of a man’s eyes. Like a switch they flick open.

The door opens softly and a dark figure glides into the room followed by others. We see the silhouettes of the four figures stand over the two beds. They produce silencers from their jackets and without hesitation fire into the beds. BANG! BANG! BANG! One shadow steps forward, pulling the covers back he is enraged to see nothing but pillows forming the shape of a person. Suddenly from behind he is jumped by man and sent crashing to the ground. The lone figure then dives for cover under a hail of gunfire from the surprised intruders. Taking shelter behind a corner the moonlight illuminates the face of John Winchester as he loads and readies his 9mm.

VOICE (O.S)
John!

John’s eye’s widen in fear. They’ve got David!

John wheels away from the corner taking aim at the cluster of figures in front of him. Even in the dark the experienced hunter cannot make out who is who.

CLOSE UP of Fr Suazo being held by an unknown man. From behind the shape of a sickle rises. SQUEELCH as we see a long curved blade explode from the chest of another of the intruders. The would-be murderer holding Fr. Suazo drops his prey and spins around only to be quickly decapitated.

FR. SUAZO
Oh God! No!

Horrified, The remaining intruders open fire in blind panic spraying the room with bullets. Through the flashes of gunfire with see glimpses of hooded figures, of large bloodied blades, and of faces contorted in masks of death.



John crawls along the ground, inching himself closer to Fr. Suazo.

JOHN
David! Quickly!

FR SUAZO
(frozen in fear)
I…
(beat)
I can’t!

JOHN
There’s no time!

Fr. Suazo’s face turns to John. His expression one of complete hopelessness.

FR SUAZO
No time left for me

JOHN
You don’t mean that
(shouting at intruders)
Who are you?!

Low guttural voices reply in unison

VOICES
We are many

In a flash Fr. Suazo is gone, carried away by the sickle wielding beings leaving John Winchester alone and devastated.

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INT. IMPALA. DAY

Sam is in the driver's seat while Dean is flicking through some pages and notes.

DEAN
Man, Dad is gonna go ballistic when he hears this

SAM
Well maybe not

DEAN
What do you mean?

SAM
Keep your friends close Dean
(beat)
And your enemies closer. I’m sure Dad had his suspicions about Suazo or he wouldn’t have asked us to do a background check

Just then Dean’s cellphone begins to ring.

DEAN
Dad! You’re not gonna believe what we just found -
(listens)
What? Are you serious?

EXT. ALLEY.

John Winchester is looking nervously about him. He peers around the corner out onto the streets, a cellphone to his ear.

JOHN
Yes, they took him. They took Suazo

DEAN (O.S.)
Who?

JOHN
I don’t know. The place was a mess



INT. IMPALA

DEAN
Did you –

JOHN (OS)
Yes, I got rid of the bodies and torched the place. They’ll discover it was a dodgy gas stove. They won’t find anything else.

DEAN
And what about you? Are you ok?

EXT. STREETS

JOHN
I don’t know.
(beat)
I’m not used to having all the answers. Right now I don’t have any.

DEAN
Sam and I dug up some dirt on Suazo. You’re gonna wanna hear this

JOHN
You know where to meet me. It’s a safehouse.

DEAN
Yeah

JOHN
Good.
(beat)
Hurry.

INT. IMPALA

The line clicks dead. Dean hangs up the phone and turns to his younger brother

DEAN
Sam?

SAM
(concerned)
Yeah?

DEAN
Floor it

EXT. “HERNE’S HIDEAWAY” ROADHOUSE BAR. EVENING

Sunset and the roadside is bathed in a tranquil orange glow. We settle on an out of the way roadhouse bar. The black Chevy Impala and John’s pick up are parked around the side.



INT. BAR.

The three Winchesters are sitting in a quiet cubicle in the corner. The light is dim, save for a small table top light contained in a green glass cover. Dean drapes his arms across the back of the comfortable black leather surround couch.

JOHN
You boys got here pretty quick

DEAN
(looking towards Sam)
Yeah, surprised me too

SAM
What’s so important we had to meet here?

JOHN
No where is safe. There are eyes everywhere

Sam glances quickly around the bar. Just people enjoying their drinks.

SAM
Who?

JOHN
We’ve always operated on the boundary of good and evil. That’s how we live. But sometimes it’s hard to make that line out.

Dean leans in, interested.

JOHN
Those bodies I disposed of back at the motel, they had some markings on them.
(beat)
Tattoos.
(beat)
They were on the back of the hand. It’s actually the first time I’ve ever seen them outside of books.

John deposits some scraps of paper on the table.

CLOSE UP of the drawings. They look like symbols of some sort.

DEAN
(picking one up)
What are they?

JOHN
Angelic script.
(beat)
They’re names

SAM
Of angels?

JOHN
They were no angels. I’ve never seen an angel bleed.

DEAN
Do you know what they say?

JOHN
Michael, Gabriel, Raphael and Uriel. The guardians of the secrets of heaven.

SAM
So there are a bunch of whacko’s who think they’re angels? Why did they take Suazo?

JOHN
These guys were no whacko’s. They were far too well equipped and informed to be amateurs. They were following us for three days.

DEAN
Who are they then?

John pauses as if he didn’t believe the very words he was about to say.

JOHN
Vatican assassins

DEAN
Whoa! Hang on a second. The Vatican wouldn’t do that, they wouldn’t kill one of their own.
(looking to Sam)
Right?

Sam is silent, taking this all in.

JOHN
I have no doubt who they were. My only question is why they wanted David dead

SAM
Along with who the other guys were that killed them

Dean catches John’s expression

DEAN
You know who they were don’t you?

JOHN
“And he cried with a loud voice, and said, What have I to do with thee, Jesus, thou Son of the most high God? I adjure thee by God, that thou torment me not. For he said unto him, Come out of the man, thou unclean spirit. And he Jesus, asked him, What is thy name? And he answered, saying, Legion: for we are many.”
(beat)
I heard those very same words the night David was taken.

DEAN
(settling back)
We got a new player in town

SAM
Or a very old one

JOHN
Legion was thought to be dormant for centuries. In the Gospel of Mark Jesus drove them out into a herd of swine who went crazy and jumped into the sea and drowned.

SAM
Which begs the question
(beat)
Where have they been until now?

JOHN
Exactly. And why have they come out of the woodwork all of a sudden?

DEAN
(realisation)
The Hellmaster

Sam and John look towards Dean, confused

DEAN
Yeah, it’s gotta be. Look Suazo said the Hellmaster was out in the open for the first time in what? Eight hundred years? You think that’s a coincidence? Sam tell him what we dug up on Suazo.

JOHN
Sam what’s he talking about?

SAM
Well Father Suazo and Walken were trainee’s together in a seminary in Corona, Italy before being ordained. They then worked directly from the Vatican, and it must have been pretty impressive too because they quickly obtained lofty positions. Father Suazo was once even patron of the Secret Archives -

DEAN
(popping a peanut in his mouth)
And the even secreter Apostolic Penitentiary. Most of the stuff was heretical documents and teachings that the church tried to keep from the public. It was never destroyed though, I mean why would you destroy vital intelligence on your enemies?

JOHN
David never told me that

SAM
That’s not even the best bit. Suazo and Walken adopted the See of Honorius

JOHN
The Honorius?

DEAN
Yep. It seems the Grimoire of Honorius was written by Pope Honorius III, infamous because he was the only pope in history to have been condemned by a Vatican counsel after his death

SAM
The official reason was his heretical stance of the divinity of Christ. Unofficially of course –

JOHN
He wrote the Honorius giving away the church’s secrets about demonology

DEAN
Right

SAM
Like all heretical documents it was sealed away inside the secret archives until it went missing in the 60’s

DEAN
Just when Suazo and Walken were in charge

JOHN
I don’t believe it….

DEAN
You’d better believe it. Suazo and Walken quickly abandoned their posts and went AWOL. Officially their whereabouts have been unknown
(beat)
Until now

JOHN
It’s impossible…
(beat)
They would have been excommunicated….

SAM
That’s what we can’t figure out either. My best bet is they weren’t in exchange for their silence

JOHN
So why try and kill them now?

Dean shrugs. John stares at both his sons before taking a long swig of his drink. He reaches into his pocket and deposits a book on the table. It’s Walken’s diary.

Dean looks down at the worn journal.

DEAN
Maybe you can tell us? You must have had reason to suspect Suazo enough to have us look into him

JOHN
I’ve known David since I started hunting. We’ve kept each others secrets for over twenty years. I don’t want to believe any of this.

Sam takes the journal and flicks it open. Dean and John continue conversing while Sam quietly thumbs through the pages.

DEAN
He’s not gonna tell you he’s a traitor now is he?

JOHN
WAS a traitor
(beat)
Maybe. All we have is idle speculation, he deserves more of a chance. People change

DEAN
(shaking his head)
Not enough

Sam draws their attention

SAM
Sounds like the ramblings of a madman. Talks of Megiddo, the Spear of Destiny etc., but look here

Sam puts the book in the centre of the table

SAM
The ritual to open the Hellmaster

JOHN
What is it?

SAM
Looks like it must take place over four nights. Each night a different codex is opened releasing its relevant Horseman. Pestilence, War, Famine and Death. The first rider, Letum, is also known as the false prophet.

DEAN
Great, what’s that gotta do with Suazo?

SAM
(looking at Dean under his eyes)
No patience….
(reading)
The words have to be spoken aloud by the heretical priest, after which he is purged by fire

DEAN
It seems like the demons, this Legion, think our Fr Suazo is the heretical priest.
(turning to John)
Now why would they think that?

JOHN
That aside, we’ve still got to stop this.

DEAN
Only we’ve got no idea how, or where this is gonna go down

JOHN
Walken’s gotta be the key. There’s been something that’s been bothering me about his death.

SAM
Like what?

JOHN
Like why’d he kill himself? I believe he cut off his tongue so that he could never be forced to read the Hellmaster. So then why draw attention to yourself and jeopardize Fr. Suazo’s cover?

DEAN
He was nuts?

SAM
(agreeing with Dean)
He was on medication Dad

JOHN
Sleepwalking pills. Hardly a sign of craziness.



DEAN
So what? He was possessed?

JOHN
(thinking)
Legion

DEAN
What?

JOHN
In the bible what did Legion do to the pigs?

SAM
He drowned them

JOHN
Suicide of the victim seems to be its M.O.

DEAN
That’s crazy. It doesn’t make any sense for a parasite to kill it’s host

JOHN
That’s because the host had become useless to it when he cut out his tongue

SAM
(following John’s train of thought)
Being a priest, he would have more spiritual strength to fight back..

JOHN
Except in his sleep as he suffered from sleepwalking which he tried to combat with medication.

DEAN
But you said the bottle was empty?

JOHN
Exactly. I believe Legion had somehow discovered Walken and when he was of no further use, used him as bait to draw out the only other person of any use to it.
(beat)
Fr Suazo

DEAN
So how do we find him?

SAM
Hey, look at this. Lists of references in here, all from Revelations.

JOHN
Just like his apartment

SAM
Chapter 6, opening of the seals, chapter 8 the seventh seal and plaques, chapter 19 Armageddon. But look here, this one is underlined. Chapter 32 verse 20.

DEAN
What’s so special about that chapter?

JOHN
There is no chapter 32 in Revelations

SAM
(looking at Dean)
32, 20
(smiling)
They’re coordinates!

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EXT. ROADWAY.NIGHT

The Black Chevy speeds along a dusty, deserted highway. Up ahead we see John’s pick up.

MUSIC CUE : "Hell's Bells" - AC/DC

INT. IMPALA

Sam is glancing at a map while Dean is focused on the road.

SAM
(pointing to a dot on the map)
Tribulation, New Mexico

DEAN
So what’s the plan?

SAM
The plan?

DEAN
You know the plan? The chain of events we plan to initiate so that we don’t end up dead?

SAM
I don’t know yet

DEAN
(beat)
Nice call back there with the grid reference

SAM
We don’t know if it’s the right call yet. Could just be a red herring. Seems a bit too easy

DEAN
Too easy? You're kiddin’ right? Have you seen the state Dad’s in? I’ve seen him come home shattered after a long hunt but it’s never anything a cold beer and a M*A*S*H rerun couldn’t fix

SAM
Maybe you’re right. I dunno.
(beat)
What about you?

DEAN
What do you mean?

SAM
You know what I mean. This
(beat)
here, it’s just like last time
(beat)
Just like every time. As soon as this is over Dad’s gone again

DEAN
Dad has to go his own way. Just like us. We’ll never be a normal family again
(beat)
I’ve made my peace with that

SAM
Have you?

DEAN
I’ve got a long way to go Sammy
(turns to his brother)
But I’m getting there

EXT. ROADSIDE. SUNRISE

The sun is just beginning to appear over the distant ridges. John’s pick up brakes hard kicking up of fountain of dust from the narrow laneway as the heavy vehicle spins away to the side.



INT. IMPALA

A sleepy Sam at the wheel is jolted into action and he slams on the brakes

SAM
Son of a bitch!

EXT. ROAD.

Dean and Sam hastily exit the Impala and rush over to the stationary pickup.

DEAN
Dad?

Dean peers in the window. No sign of John. He rubs his temple in frustration.

DEAN
Dad!

JOHN (O.S.)
Keep it down will ya?
(beat)
Come over here

The brothers follow the sound of John’s voice. They find him kneeling by the side of the road.

JOHN
(motioning to an object)
This is the place alright

Dean and Sam follow his gaze to what looks like a wooden post driven into the ground. A dead black cockerel hangs from it, its blood dripping slowly onto the parched earth.

JOHN
We know enough about the Honorius to know about it’s ritual. Yesterday a white cockerel was slaughtered at sunrise. Today a black one. The ceremony takes place tonight.

John produces a map from his pocket and stares up the road.

JOHN
Now up this laneway there’s an old disused church according to local superstition. You can bet your bottom dollar that’s where the mass is gonna be.

DEAN
In a church? Is that even possible?

JOHN
It’s an act of defiance. Hollowed ground is no barrier to higher class demons. The ritual is meant to be an inversion of a Christian mass. If it’s gonna take place anywhere…

SAM
Right so we stake the place out

JOHN
We have until tonight. You boys have been driving all night. I think we could all do with a rest. We’re no good to anyone in this condition

DEAN
I can’t think of sleep at a time like this

JOHN
(walking back to his truck)
You’ll have to

SAM
(sarcastically)
Can’t fight Hellspawn without your eight hours

EXT. AERIAL SHOT

We look out over the valley floor and see two large plumes of dust streaking across the desert-like landscape. CAMERA PULLS BACK to reveal the steeple of an old wooden church. A robed figure is hunched on top watching the scene like a vulture ready to descend on it’s prey.



EXT. IMPALA. NIGHT

John looks up to the sky. Clear and black as coal with twinkling stars the only onlookers. Perfect.

JOHN
(looking across to his sons)
It’s time

Dean and Sam have popped the trunk of the Impala open and are already stocking up on weapons. Dean pulls out his rocksalt gun.

DEAN
Won’t kill ‘em, but it’ll keep ‘em down for a while

He passes it to Sam

DEAN
This is more like it

He pulls out two huge sickle shaped blades. He straps one to his wrist and makes a wide stabbing motion.

DEAN
(grinning)
Perfect

SAM
We’ve never even used half of this stuff before

DEAN
(reaching in)
Yeah well first time for everything I guess
(beat)
Hold this

SAM
A holy water bomb?

DEAN
Yeah, pretty cool huh?

SAM
They’re standing in a church as it is
(throwing the bomb back into the trunk)
It’s not gonna work

DEAN
Suit yourself
(beat)
How ‘bout this?

He hands Sam a large shotgun-like weapon with lots of various attachments

JOHN (O.S.)
You two ready or what?

POV : JOHN
The trunk of the Impala slams down revealing Dean and Sam heavily tooled up with weapons of every kind, looking almost like supernatural Robocops.

POV : NORMAL
John however is standing on the roadside with just his plain clothes and not a hint of a weapon in sight. He looks at the boys. His expression a mixture of confusion and annoyance.

JOHN
You’ll make enough noise to wake the dead with that rubbish. Quit messing around.

Dean and Sam share a sulking puppy dog look and begin to disarm themselves

EXT. CHURCH GROUNDS.

The Winchesters creep stealthily towards a window and peer in.

POV : OUTSIDE WINDOW LOOKING IN

In the flickering candlelight we can see Fr. Suazo on his knees in front of an altar, his hands bound behind his back. Surrounding him are the same hooded figures dressed in dark scarlet robes. Huge gleaming scythes in their hands.

EXT. WINDOW

Dean, Sam and John discuss what to do in whispered tones.

SAM
It’s Fr. Suazo!

JOHN
David. Dear God. They’re gonna use him to open the Hellmaster

DEAN
I see it. It’s on the altar.

INT. CHURCH

CLOSE UP of the Hellmaster, a thick worn book bound in dark leather placed in the centre of the altar. The two slaughtered cockerels are now placed either side of the evil tome, their blood staining the cloth.

EXT. CHURCH

JOHN
Right no gunfire. We don’t wanna alert them to our presence

DEAN
What the hell are those?

SAM
They’re people

DEAN
That is not people Sam

CLOSE UP of one of the robbed figures. We can see a hideous demonic visage beneath the hood.

JOHN
Cultists. They’ve been possessed for centuries. The demon inside has corrupted the flesh on the outside

DEAN
Nothing a little Oil of Olay wouldn’t fix

JOHN
You two stay here. I’ll provide the distraction, then you rush in and get David outta there.
(beat)
Take the book



SAM
Ok

JOHN
Be quick and be careful, these things took out a team of Vatican assassins, you can’t take them on

DEAN
Hey wait! What’s the distraction?!

JOHN
(creeping away)
You’ll know it when you see it!

EXT. ROADSIDE

We see John’s pickup hidden behind a bush some ways away from the church. He scans the area for a second before opening the door and getting in.

INT. PICK UP

John fetches the keys from his pocket and reaches forward to put them in the ignition. As he tilts his head forward we see a sickle rise from behind.

EXT. PICK UP

CAMERA PULLS BACK to reveal a glob of blood splatter the front windscreen of the vehicle.

EXT. CHURCH

Sam is getting agitated waiting for John. Sensing this Dean confronts him.

DEAN
Relax would ya. You’re gonna blow our cover

SAM
Something’s wrong
(beat)
I can feel it

DEAN
You always say that. It’s always “something’s wrong”, or “I have a bad feeling about this”

SAM
And how often have I been wrong?

DEAN
You’ve been lucky that’s all. It doesn’t take a psychic to figure out we’re often in trouble considering our line of work and –

A large blade flashes in front of Dean’s throat. Before he can properly react Sam is also grabbed from behind by the deformed cultists. Escape looks impossible

DEAN
(frustrated)
You couldn’t see this huh?

INT. CHURCH

Dean and Sam are being held by two cultists behind the altar. The cruel blades of their sickles caressing their throats. One of the robed figures approaches Fr. Suazo. His voice sounds like a million different voices speaking in unison.

CULTIST
You will read
(beat)
Now

Fr. SUAZO
No

CULTIST
Then they will die

CLOSE UP of the sharp blades pressing against the Winchester’s throats as they wince in pain

SAM
(under his breath)
Don’t do it

Fr. SUAZO
We’re all gonna die anyway

The cultist leans in almost whispering, his face cracking into a hideous grin exposing pointed rotten teeth

CULTIST
There are worse things then dying….
(beat)
Let me show you



He places his hands on the old priests face. Fr. Suazo screams in pain and writhes in agony. CLOSE UP of his eyes as they turn white

The cultist removes his hood revealing hollow sockets where he once had eyes

CULTIST
Where we are going we won’t need eyes to see

David Suazo slumps onto the hard earth in front of the altar exasperated and entranced. He lifts his head. CLOSE UP of his whitened eyes. With an alien voice he begins to read aloud the words of the Hellmaster. The book remains on the altar, its pages turning rapidly as if blown by the wind.

DEAN
(to Sam)
Dude this is not good

SAM
Where is Dad?!

CULTIST
Your father is dead
(beat)
Just like this world

The wind howls through the empty crevices of the old building, the candles flicker wildly and the unearthly noise reaches a crescendo.

Fr SUAZO
(in amazement)
And behold a pale horse: and his name that sat on him was Death, and Hell followed with him….

CLOSE UP of the crucifix behind the altar. Blood begins to run down it in torrents, we PAN around the church and watch as all the religious figures begin to shed blood.

VOICE (O.S.)
Come and see

FR SUAZO
(reaching out)
I see!



Suddenly. KERASSHHHH!!! The large wooden doors of the church splinter inward and in crashes a huge black pick up truck. The cultists shriek in anger dropping Dean and Sam to the ground. Sensing his chance Dean slides a large blade down his shirt sleeve and spins around slashing the throat of a cultist. Likewise, spurned by pure instinct Sam grabs his crescent moon shaped blade and slices the head off his guardian.

DEAN
(to Sam)
Take care of David

Sam nods and rushes down to the priest. Dean makes for the pick up which is being set upon by the savage creatures. One jumps on the front, trying desperately to crawl inside. BLAM! It is blown back by the force of a shotgun blast and a bloodied John Winchester bursts out of the door.

DEAN
What kept you?!

JOHN
I had some company.
(beat)
Take this

John throws Dean a rocksalt gun and together they begin blasting away at the cultist hordes.

Meanwhile Sam is having difficulty in rousing Fr. Suazo who continues to read the Hellmaster in an almost zombified state.

SAM
David! David snap out of it!
(shaking him)
David!

Sam cuts the preacher slightly drawing some blood, but to no effect.

SAM
God dammit, David!

John reaches the altar

JOHN
What’s wrong with him?

SAM
I don’t know
(beat)
he won’t stop

JOHN
The book. You gotta destroy the book!

DEAN
My pleasure

Dean appears behind them and makes for the altar. Taking the Hellmaster in his hands he produces his lighter and sets it ablaze. With a disgusted expression he throws the book onto the altar setting fire to the tattered cloth.

DEAN
Ashes to ashes

Fr. Suazo collapses into Sam’s arms.

FR SUAZO
Sam?

SAM
It’s alright David. We’re here

FR SUAZO
John?

JOHN
Right here old friend

DEAN
We can have the Walton moments later, but this church is coming down



CAMERA PANS UP to see the fire quickly spreading to the rafters and beams. This old wooden building isn’t going to last very long.

Sam and John carry out Fr. Suazo between them. They set him down on the ground.

SAM
(to John)
Will he be alright?

John caresses Suazo’s forehead

JOHN
(concerned)
I hope so
(beat)
You boys ok?

DEAN
(sitting down)
Never better

JOHN
(cradling Fr Suazo)
Goddamit David. Always going after things twice your size

SAM
Let's go

DEAN
Where?

SAM
(looking back at the inferno)
Anywhere. Let’s get outta here



INT. IMPALA. NIGHT

The car is silent. No radio, no conversation. Sam stares out the window deep in thought while Dean remains focused on the road with an almost catatonic stare. We focus on the back seat where a bloodied and bruised John Winchester sits cradling Fr. Suazo.

JOHN
You’re gonna be alright

Fr. Suazo seems to be coming around a bit. His eyes flutter open

FR SUAZO
(weakly)
Oh John
(a tear falls down his eyes)
The things I’ve seen

JOHN
It’s over, you hear me?

FR SUAZO
It’s never over.
(beat)
I’m so tired.

JOHN
We’re all tired David. But tomorrow is another day

FR SUAZO
Yes, another day

JOHN
Get some rest

FR SUAZO
Do you have faith John?

JOHN
Sometimes it’s the only thing I have. That
(beat)
And my family

FR SUAZO
Good. You’re gonna need it
(beat)
We all will

Camera lingers on Fr Suazo's eyes, deep and thoughtful. We can only imagine the things he has seen in his mind.

EXT. CHURCH

The church blazes into an inferno. The flames licking the night sky. Out of the ruins of the building we think we can see a faint figure emerging. A pale figure amongst the shimmering flames.....

[FADE TO BLACK]

SPECIAL FEATURES

First rate stuff as always Booser. Great job.

This is probably one of my favourite episodes of our VS.

Loved the whole mythology aspect concerning the Hellmaster and the inclusion of Legion was a nice touch. It all meshed together so seamlessly

As a writer for Multus Tempestas, it's stories like this and "Pravus Abeo" that I look to as examples of great teleplays to learn from, as they set the bar pretty high quality-wise

Nice one :)

Loved this ep.!!! Can't wait until next week.

Oh yeah, quick announcement. We will be taking a short break. Put the announcement up on our myspace blog, but forgot to make the announcement here.

The break will be one to two weeks depending. I should know by the middle of next week sometime.

Brillant as always.....................