This script is my first ever teleplay/script. It's actually my first piece of fan fiction. It was written after Night Shifter, so that's where it falls in the timeline.
I can't get it to post all nicely formatted as I had it in word... sorry about that.
GREENVILLE, NEW HAMPSHIRE. THREE DAYS AGO.
INT. ELLIS HOME – LIVING ROOM – LATE AFTERNOON
A middle class home, the room is filled with people; most of them are dressed in black, funeral attire. They are talking in soft tones.
SARAH ELLIS, late 30’s, beautiful, though not entirely modest in a black, low cut dress. She stands in the corner of the room, crying. A man, RICK WARNER, is standing with his arm around her shoulder.
LORI ELLIS, 16, dressed in jeans and a black t-shirt, sitting on the bottom steps of the stairway, her head resting against the banister. She glares at Sarah from across the room.
Sarah notices her and abruptly stops crying, lips piercing together, turned down at the edges. Walking over to the stairway.
What are you wearing?
Go upstairs and change into a dress.
What and like your outfit is so appropriate, Mom?
I’ve had enough!
I am the parent and you will listen to what I say. You will come down here dressed presentably and you will stop all the Ouija board stuff and whatever the hell else you’ve been doing!
Lori, your father is gone. I miss him too, but you need to talk to me and stop hiding in your room… you’re scaring me.
Lori storms upstairs. ENTER her bedroom. She slams the door.
INT. ELLIS HOME – LORI’S BEDROOM – CONTINUING
Typical of a teenager’s bedroom, then PAN DOWN, candles are arranged in a circle on the floor, in the center lies a Ouija board, off to the side a stereo system and microphone set up.
Lori sits, lighting the candles. Reaching over, she turns on the recorder and positions the microphone in front of her.
This is Lori Ellis. I am the only living person in this room. I am attempting to contact my father, Nathan Ellis.
She places her fingertips on the planchette.
Dad, it’s Lor--
The sound of the door opening. Lori spins around and we see a young girl, CHRISSY ELLIS, 10, standing there with her hand on the door.
Lori stands and goes to shove her out.
I want to see.
No, just get out! Out! Get out of my room!
Shoving Chrissy out and slamming the door on her.
She sits back down with a sigh and again places fingertips on the planchette.
INT. ELLIS HOME – LORI’S BEDROOM – LATER SAME EVENING
Window, it’s dark outside.
Lori is crying.
Please talk to me Dad… please. I just want to hear your voice.
She suddenly stops crying. Her expression becomes distant, enthralled by something... but what?
(softly, no emotion)
INT. ELLIS HOME – LIVING ROOM – CONTINUING
Sarah and Rick are speaking in low voices. Sarah turns, sees Lori coming down the stairs.
Lori, I’m sorry we fought. There’s food left over in the fridge.
Lori ignores her and walks towards the kitchen
Lori, please talk to me.
Following her daughter into the kitchen.
INT. ELLIS HOME – KITCHEN – CONTINUING
Lori grabs a large knife out of the rack, the kind used for cutting up meat.
Sarah moves towards her confused.
Lori, would you please turn around and talk to me?
Lori turns and slits her mother’s throat with the knife, fast and deep. More strength than a teenage girl her size should have.
Sarah’s eyes widen, glassy. Choking to say something, but all that comes out is a girgle and she falls.
Rick walks in from the living room. His face contorts in horror and disbelief. Too shocked to scream.
Lori, what have you done?
Lori turns her head towards him, but seems to look right through him, her face drained of color. Suddenly, she collapses, crumbling to the floor.
Chrissy walks in behind him. Cut to Sarah’s Body.
Chrissy’s blood-curdling screams fill the air (O.C.)
Supernatural Logo bursts into flames across the screen.
END OF TEASER
MOTEL SIX. WORCHESTER, MASSACHUSETTES. PRESENT DAY.
INT. MOTEL ROOM – LATE EVENING
Dean lies on the bed watching TV, while Sam sits at the table with his laptop in front of him, eating a candybar. Heavy breathing can be heard in the background coming from the direction of the TV.
What the hell are you watching?
It’s called Skinemax, Sammy. One of the joys of staying in a motel. Seeing as you’re not getting any for real, you should watch it some time. You know, a refresher course… remember how things are done.
Sam rolls his eyes, setting down the candy bar and focusing on the laptop.
Turn that off and get over here. I may have found a job. Only an hour away in New Hampshire.
Dean grumbles, hitting power on the remote and walking over. He picks up Sam’s candy bar and takes a bite.
New Hampshire? Do they at least have bars? Last time you picked the job, we ended up in a Dry County.
Yes, they have bars. Now just shut up and listen. Says here, Lori Ellis, 16 years old, killed her mother following her father’s wake. She slit her throat.
Dean pops the rest of the piece of candy bar in his mouth, uninterested.
Alright, so what make’s that supernatural. Plenty of psycho kids have gone Menendez on their parents.
Maybe, but the girl has been in the hospital since it happened. Doctor’s can’t seem to figure out what is wrong with her.
Alright, I guess it’s worth checking out. But, there better at least be some bars…
Sam just rolls his eyes. Closing the laptop, he gets up and starts to walk towards the bed
And hot girls, not the yeti type that don’t shave and have facial hair.
EXT. ELLIS HOUSE - MORNING
Sam and Dean walk up to the front door, dressed in police uniforms. Sam knocks as Dean gives a look around.
A young girl answers the door, her eyes red and puffy from crying. We recognize her as Chrissy, Lori’s younger sister.
Dean gives her smile.
Hey kid. Are there any adults around?
Sam kicks Dean in the shin, looking to Chrissy with a soft, sympathetic smile.
Hi. We’re with the police department. I’m so sorry to bother you. We wanted to ask a few more questions about what happened the other night. Is there any one here who can answer them?
She bites at her lip, looking at the ground, before looking up to SAM with a morose expression that is heartbreaking; reminding us exactly of what this kid has suffered through in the last week.
I’m Chrissy. I was here, but the police already talked with me. And Rick went to the store.
We just have a few more questions. We’ll make it quick. Can we come in?
Nodding, she lets them through into the living room. Sam enters, Dean behind him.
So, is Rick an Uncle of yours?
Sort of… He was my parent’s friend and he’s taking care of me for awhile.
Sam continues to question her, while Dean walks off a little ways, inconspicuously pulling out an EMF reader.
You’re Lori’s sister?
She nods frowning.
I’m so sorry about what happened. You were here? Did you see anything?
Lori wouldn’t let me in her room. She had a Ouija Board, you know… like, to talk with spirits and stuff. She said she was trying to talk with Dad. I heard her talking to herself.
She shifts, shuffling her feat and wringing her hands, her expression stricken.
(continuing; barely audible)
He told her to kill Mom.
Tears trail down her cheeks. Sam lays a hand on her shoulder.
Who told her Chrissy?
There was a tape. I gave it to the other policemen. She was alone in her room, taping everything. It was fuzzy, but it had her voice and
it had my Dad’s… he told her to do it… to kill Mom.
She looks away from Sam, afraid he will think she’s crazy. Her silent tears turn to sobbing. Sam reaches to hug her, to comfort her and she falls into his arms.
Dean walks back in, motioning to Sam, who gives him a pounted, “not now” gaze.
There is the sound of a door opening and Rick Warner walks in, setting eyes on Sam and Dean with a look of surprise. Then seeing Chrissy crying, his expression turns to mistrust, despite the uniforms.
Who are you and what are you doing here?
We’re with the Greenville Police Department sir and we’re here to ask a few more questions.
I don’t know who you are, reporters, or just some sick weirdo’s who get the jollies harassing people, but my brother works for the department. They only have twelve officers and I know them all. I’m calling the Sheriff.
Sam pats Chrissy’s shoulder, pulling away. His eyes on Rick, giving him an apologetic look.
We were newly assigned, just came in on Friday, sir.
Sorry to have bothered you, we’ll be leaving
EXT. ELLIS HOUSE – CONTINUING
Sam and Dean are walking to the Impala.
Dean gives a laugh as he looks over to Sam.
“We were newly assigned, just came in on Friday, Sir?”
What?! I didn’t hear you coming up with anything wiseass.
Sam climbs into the car and slams the door. Dean laughs again, climbing into the driver’s side.
INT. IMPALA - CONTINUOUS
That was just weak. All I’m saying.
Dean starts up the car and pulls out. Sam sulking.
So what did you find out? There was something going on in the girl’s room. EMF was going crazy.
Lori was taping in her room before it happened. According to Chrissy, she was trying to communicate with her Dad.
Chrissy found the tape, gave it over to the cops. She said that it had her Dad’s voice on it, telling Lori to kill their Mom. And she said Lori was alone in the room.
Dean gives a look over, raising a brow, before focusing back on the road.
Dad’s voice? You think she’s reliable? I mean… both her parents were just killed, one of them by her sister.
Yeah I do. She was upset Dean, but she wasn’t lying.
Could be EVP? If something was in the room with her that night, tape might gave picked up what only Lori could hear?
People are always messing with things when they should just leave well enough alone…
We need to hear that tape.
EXT. GREENVILLE POLICE STATION – NIGHT
Dean and Sam sneak around the back of the building dressed in dark clothing. They move silently.
I can’t believe we are breaking into the police station.
Well, it’s not like we can just go ask the Sheriff for a copy of the tape, Sam. Besides, after the bank, I don’t want to be walking into a police station during the day anytime soon.
But breaking in at night is perfectly acceptable?
You have a better idea? No? Then shut the hell up and go disable the alarm system Bonnie.
Sam grumbles, walking quickly around the side to disable the alarm. Despite the bickering, they move like professionals.
Cut to back door where Dean is waiting. Sam returns quickly, keeping to the shadows along the edge and Dean picks the lock.
INT. GREENVILLE POLICE STATION – HALLWAY – NIGHT
Dean turns on a low flashlight and begins to look around. Shining the light on an office door, it reads “Sheriff Benjamin Valencourt”.
Sam, over hear. Sheriff’s Office.
Dean picks the lock as Sam walks over. They walk inside and begin to look around. Sam shuts the door behind them.
INT. GREENVILLE POLICE STATION – SHERIFF’S OFFICE – CONTINUING
There’s probably some sort of evidence lockup. I don’t think it’ll be in here.
Dean picks up a clear evidence bag, with a cassette tape in it, from the top of the Sheriff’s desk, holding it up to Sam with a grin.
Evidence lockup, huh?
Sam opens his mouth to say something when the sound of a door opening is heard. Dean clicks off the flashlight.
INT. GREENVILLE POLICE STATION – HALLWAY – SIMULTANEOUS
SHERIFF VALENCOURT, late fifties, slightly over weight, walks into the station.
Tension builds as he heads to his office. Fumbling with the keys and going to unlock it. Key turns and he opens the door, flipping on the light.
No sign of Sam or Dean. The evidence bag is back on the desk where Dean found it.
The Sheriff walks around his desk and pulls out his chair.
We see Sam underneath the desk, his tall, lanky form crammed in an uncomfortable position.
The Sheriff, starts to shuffle through papers on his desk. Falling into his chair with a sigh, mumbling something incoherent to himself.
Then he looks down with a startle as he notices Sam. Immediately he pulls his side arm, holding it aimed on Sam, waving at him to move.
Get out from under there keep your hands where I can see ‘em.
Sam holds up his hands, struggling to get out from the cramped position.
Sorry Sir, it was just a hazing prank. I was…
Suddenly, Dean hits the Sheriff over the head with a paperweight from behind and the Sheriff falls down unconscious.
Dean looks down at Sam, who’s still struggling to get out from under the desk. Giving a chuckle as a smirk slips over his features.
Need a hand there Sammy?
Sam manages to push himself out finally. Dean still laughing as Sam grabs the tape.
Shut up and let’s go.
INT. MOTEL ROOM – NIGHT
Dean enters the motel laughing.
I thought we might have to call in the Jaws of Life to get you out of there Sammy.
Sam thrusts the evidence bag at him.
Just play the tape.
Dean takes it out of the bag and walks over to foot of the bed. Rifling through his luggage, he pulls out a tape recorder. Popping the tape in and pressing play.
Sam takes a seat at the foot of the bed as he listens.
Tape starts off with Lori dictating as we heard in the beginning.
Lori crying, pleading with her Dad to say something.
Interference crackles from the tape player, static, then…
MALE VOICE (V.O.)
(dark and low)
Lori. It’s Dad. You need to help me.
(softly, no emotion)
MALE VOICE (V.O.)
Your mother killed me Lori. She’s responsible.
MALE VOICE (V.O.)
Then you know what needs to be done.
MALE VOICE (V.O.)
Kill her for me.
END OF ACT ONE
INT. MOTEL ROOM- NIGHT
Sam is sitting at the table with his laptop out surfing the web, Dean is over on the bed, thumbing through Dad’s journal.
A lot on vengeful spirits that we already know. Nothing yet, that explains what’s wrong with the girl though… You think Pops is reaching out beyond the grave, making his daughter kill? We could go salt and burn the body?
I don’t know. Something doesn’t feel right.
Maybe we should go have a little talk with Lori Ellis?
EXT. MONADNOCK COMMUNITY HOSPITAL – PETERBOROUGH, NH – MORNING
The Impala pulls up outside, Dean is driving. Both he and Sam are dressed in suits. Dean looks slightly haggard. He blinks against the sun, as they step from the car.
Sam gives a look over at his brother, laughing.
What’s so funny there, chuckles?
(holding back laughter)
Have a little too much fun last night after I went to bed?
You are going to be real believable as a psychiatrist.
Dean grins and slips on some shades.
I’ll do just fine. No such thing as too much fun Sammy. You should have come with me. Veronica had a real nice friend.
INT. MONADNOCK COMMUNITY HOSPITAL – HALLWAY – CONTINUING
Sam and Dean walk down the hallway towards a room guarded by a POLICE OFFICER. Dean no longer wearing the sunglasses.
Good Morning. We are Psychiatrists from the State Protection and Advocacy Agency, under the Bureau of Behavioral Health. We are here to speak with a Lori Ellis.
They both hold up badges. The officer’s don’t even look at them.
No one is allowed in except the girl’s doctors, Sheriff’s orders.
Sam leans over and gives him an almost condescending look.
Are you familiar with the Americans with Disabilities Act?
Section 12, paragraph 4, states that a juvenile must undergo a timely evaluation by a state licensed psychiatrist.
I just spoke with Lori Ellis’ attorney this morning and they will seek to sue the State if she is not evaluated immediately. Feel free to call him and verify,
The cop looks at him and then Dean, who just smiles. Begrudgingly he lets them through.
INT. MONADNOCK COMMUNITY HOSPITAL – LORI ELLIS’S ROOM – CONTINUING
Dean is looking over at Sam whispering.
Section 12, paragraph 4?
At least my education came in handy for something.
Oh, no need to worry Sammy. I’m gonna need you to defend me in court one of these days.
Don’t even joke about that Dean. Besides, to defend you I’d have to have actually gone to Law School.
Lori Ellis lying in bed, restrained, an IV in her arm. Her eyes are closed.
Dean and Sam approach the bed. Dean looks at her untrustingly and pulls out a small flask. Unscrewing the cap.
Lori shows no response. Dean sprinkles her with the contents of the flask. Again no response… Dean shrugs.
Doesn’t look like possession.
Lori finally moves, eyes opening, looking towards them. Her skin pale, darkened circles under her eyes… she looks like she is on death’s door.
Lori. We’re here to help you. Do you remember what happened?
She looks away again.
You can’t help me. You won’t believe me.
You can tell us anything. You’d be surprised what we believe.
We’ve dealt with these kinds of things before… it’s what we do. We know you didn’t mean to kill your Mom. Tell us what happened.
Tears trail down her cheeks. She sounds tormented, wracked with guilt.
It was my Dad… only different… there was a horrible smell… I don’t know… almost like the dead rat our cat left on the doorstep once… but worse.
He said to kill her. I had to. I couldn’t stop myself.
Rick is next.
Suddenly her heart monitor starts beeping loudly and she falls unconscious. Dean rushes out into the hall and yells to the officer.
Get a doctor in here!
Doctor’s come rushing in and Dean and Sam filter out. Their exit goes unnoticed in the commotion.
INT. IMAPALA – LATE MORNING
Dean is driving, Sammy is talking on his cell phone.
OK. Thank you.
Flipping the phone shut, he looks to Dean.
Lori Ellis just slipped into a coma.
Dean hit the steering wheel.
Damn it! What is going on here?
I don’t know. But did you hear the last thing Lori said?
Yeah, Rick’s next.
Dean steps on the gas, the impala’s wheels kicking up dust as it speeds on.
INT. ELLIS HOUSE – LIVING ROOM – MID DAY
Rick is sitting at the couch, going through papers on the coffee table. Chrissy slowly walks down the stairs, her gaze fixated on him.
Rick turns to look at her.
Hey Chrissy. How are you doing? Want me to make some lunch?
You were supposed to be his best friend. You slept with Mom, how could you?!
Rick looks at her, shocked. It takes a second before he responds.
Your mom and I were just close friends. I loved them both like family.
As she walks closer, we see she has a knife.
He says he found out. You are the reason he lost control of the car that night.
What are you talking about? Chrissy put down the knife.
She comes closer and Rick is up off the couch backing up
He says you have to die.
Sam and Dean bust through the door. Chrissy looks over at them, but almost seems to stare right through them. She moves towards Rick again and Sam steps in between them.
Rick backing away and to the right.
Sam holds his arm out to her.
Chrissy. It’s not your Dad speaking. Fight it. You don’t want to do this.
Her gaze turns on him, so full of turmoil, yet lost. She back hands him using her free hand. The amount of strength behind it is shocking as Sam goes flying, hitting the wall hard.
Rick looks on in stunned horror.
Dean pulling out a gun and leveling it on her.
Drop that knife right now.
Sam, stumbles to get up, holding his hand out to Dean.
Don’t. It’s not her. Something’s controlling her.
I know that Sammy, but She-ra here is one second away from killing somebody
She turns to Dean. Seeming to stare right through him.
Then, suddenly, she charges him.
END OF ACT TWO
INT. ELLIS HOME – LIVING ROOM – CONTINUING
Chrissy advances on Dean with the knife. Keeping hold of the gun, he grabs hold of her right wrist as she struggles to stab him. He twists her around, slamming her into the door, but she doesn’t let go of the knife.
Rick, looks on, unable to believe what he’s seeing.
Dean’s face contorting as he fights with every thing he has to get that knife away from her, but she somehow seems to be stronger.
The knife inches from Dean’s chest.
Suddenly, Sam hits her from behind with a lamp and she crumples, falling to the ground. Sam kneels down and checks her pulse.
She’s okay. She just needs to get to the hospital.
Rick comes over to bend down and check on Chrissy. Looking to Sam and Dean.
Who are you two? What is going on?
It’s hard to explain. Take her to the hospital and make sure they restrain her.
Tell me what the hell is going on?!
Dean gives him a pointed stare.
You want to keep her safe, keep yourself safe, just do what he said!
Sam and Dean turn and walk out the door.
INT. MOTEL ROOM – AFTERNOON
Dean and Sam enter.
You told Chrissy, it wasn’t her Dad. What makes you so sure?
Sam grabs Dad’s journal out and begins leafing through it. Dean taking a seat on the bed.
Something Lori said at the hospital. About it smelling like…
Dean finishes that statement.
…a dead rat only worse. Yeah?
Sam continues looking through the journal. Finally stopping on a page, pointing his finger at it, he reads to Dean.
Here. It’s a type of demon. The Cherokee called them u-li-si-gi u-e-wa-tsu, which literally translated means “Dark Death”. Dad’s journal says they feed on people who are grieving; appearing to them as deceased loved ones, provoking them to kill. While under the demon’s control, people exhibit unnatural strength, until they have done what the demon wanted…
then it consumes them, drains their life force.
And it says here they smell of death and decay.
So that’s why Lori slipped into a coma… Dad say how to kill it?
Yeah, but you aren’t gonna like it…
Silver tipped hollow rounds soaked in dead man’s blood… specifically from the deceased whose form it has taken.
And get this… they are invisible, except to those they are controlling.
EXT. GRAVEYARD – NIGHT
Sam and Dean are unearthing a fresh grave. The tombstone reads Nathan Ellis, loving Father and husband.
We hear a sound of a branch snapping. Dean looks around… nothing.
The coffin is soon uncovered, Dean reaches down and pulls the top open. His arm comes up to cover his nose and mouth as he looks down at the decaying body. Looking back to Sam.
Hand me the jar.
Sam hands him down a jar and pulling out a knife, Dean slits along the corpses vein, beginning to bleed him.
So, any ideas on how are we going to get this thing to show itself?
Sam gives a look around the graveyard. Everything is deathly quiet, unnerving. Finally his gaze draws back to Dean.
Same way Lori did… call it?
Dean pauses, to look up at Sam.
What Sam, with Ouija boards and crap?
It’s what drew it to her. If we can just draw it in, maybe it will show itself. Then we have a chance of killing it.
Crouched down in the grave, Dean continues to drain what blood he can from the body of Nathan Ellis.
Sam, the girl was an emotional mess. That’s what drew it to her. Besides, what are we going to do, ask the big bad to show itself? It’s not going to come if it doesn’t think we’re vulnerable.
Sam looks at him with a breath of hesitation.
That’s why we don’t call for it. We call for Dad.
Dean spins around, almost dropping the jar in the process, fixing Sam with an angry stare. He points at him with the knife in hand.
No, Sammy! No! We are not calling Dad with some f***ing Ouija board!
Sam’s gaze fixing on his brother as he gets angry. Wrestling with his own doubts over this, but it’s the only plan he can come up with.
Just then a bat sweeps low, causing Sam to jump in surprise. His heart in his throat. Finally he responds.
Dean just calm down, alright… This is not disrespecting Dad. We need to draw this thing out and this is the only way. Those girls’ lives are being destroyed and when it’s done, it will just move on to somebody else. We draw it in and when it shows we’ll be ready.
INT. MOTEL ROOM – EVENING
Sam is drawing runes on the floor. In the center is a Ouija board.
I still think this is wrong Sam.
Just salt the circle so it can’t get through to us.
Dean sprinkles salt in a circle around them. Pulling a .45 from where it was tucked in the back of his jeans.
There, let’s just get this over with.
Sam sits down on the ground, putting his hands on the planchette. Nodding to Dean to do the same. Dean heaves a breath and sits, but he doesn’t touch the planchette. Still holding the gun.
Dad. It’s Dean and Sam. If you’re out there, talk to us.
Dad, we miss you so much.
Dean goes to push up, emotion playing across his face; anger, pain, fear, all bubbling over the surface.
This is stupid Sammy. It’s not going to work.
Sam looks at him, almost pleading. Hiding his own emotions, his own doubt.
Give it a couple minutes.
Dean sighs and takes a seat again.
Dad… please. Nothing seems right without you here.
This time, Dean springs up almost the instant those words leave Sam’s mouth. A hair trigger away from throttling Sam just to make him stop. Emotions bubble over the surface.
I’ve had enough Sam. This isn’t going to work.
He steps away. Breaking the circle of rock salt as his shoe scuffs the floor.
Sam looks at him with a ragged expression and goes to stand.
Suddenly Dean’s cell phone rings. He walks over to the bed and picks it up, flipping it open.
Close on Dean’s head. We hear static on the line. His brow creases.
The interference crackles. Then…
(dark and low)
Dean… It’s Dad.
END OF ACT THREE
INT. MOTEL ROOM – EVENING
Dean flips the phone shut and Sam looks up to him.
Who was it?
Nobody. Just static.
Sam lifts a brow. Scrunching up his nose.
You smell that?
Yeah Sam, it smells like a cheap motel room. Come on, lets get some sleep. Lori and Chrissy are both at the hospital. We’ll figure out our next move in the morning.
Sam gives Dean another look over.
Dean falls back onto his bed.
Yeah Sammy, I’m fine. Now stop mother henning me and go to bed.
INT. MOTEL ROOM – LATE EVENING
Sam lays sleeping, looking calm, peaceful.
Sam’s hand reaching, his fist clenches the gun beside him and he spins over, leveling it in front of him; all lightening quick, a sign of his training and skills.
PULL BACK TO REVEAL:
Dean standing over him, gun trained on Sam.
Sam pushes up of the bed, still holding the gun, leveled at his brother. A modern day stand-off. Sam blinking back sleep, his brow is creased with confusion. Dean’s jaw is clenched tight, anger playing across his face, but his eyes seem distant, lost.
Dean, what are you doing?
It’s your fault. All of it’s your fault! He knows it. He always knew it.
Understanding passes over Sam’s features, but he doesn’t lower the gun.
Dean, it’s not Dad. Don’t listen to it. This isn’t you.
Dean’s POV: John Winchester stands next to him.
Dean. If it weren’t for him, the demon would have never came to our family. It would have never killed Mary. I wouldn’t have had to raise you like I did, on the road. We could have had a home. I would still be alive.
Sam’s POV: Dean is there alone, holding the gun on him
He says it’s your fault Sam. Mom died because of you. The demon f***ed up all our lives because of you and your damn gift! If it weren’t for you Mom would still be alive, Jess, Dad. They’d all still be alive!
They circle around, guns trained on eachother.
Dean that’s not Dad. You are stronger than it. Fight it!
Dean’s POV: John whispers in his ear.
Don’t listen to him. He doesn’t care about you, about us. You’ve done nothing but try to protect him your whole life and what did he do? He left. He never wanted to be a part of this family.
Sam’s POV: He stares at his brother almost pleadingly. Dean’s face contorted as he struggles with all of it.
You didn’t even want to be a part of this family! The demon came because of you! And you f***ing left, until your precious Jess died. Then you care?!
Dean I’m sorry. I’m sorry I left you and Dad. But that is not Dad.
Just fight it! Don’t let it control you Dean!
Dean’s POV: John’s eyes darkening as he yells.
Kill him Dean! End this all. Kill him now before he betrays you!
Dean cocks the colt M1911, holding it trained on Dean. Then, he turns and fires at the image of John.
The bullet sinks into John’s temple. Spidering outward from the hole, the figure changes. John disappears and flashes of a dark contorted figure take his place, rotting flesh, gangly arms and golden eyes. Then it turns to dust.
END ACT FOUR
EXT. MOTEL – MORNING
Sam and Dean exit the motel room, walking out to the impala. Sam on his cell phone.
Sam flips the phone shut and looks over to Dean.
Lori’s out of her coma. She’s going to be transferred to a psychiatric hospital. They’ll help her to deal with this and hopefully she’ll be out in a year.
That’s good to hear. What about Chrissy?
Sam walks over to the driver’s side to climb in. Resting his hands on the top of the car.
She’s going to live with her aunt.
Sam listen… about last night. I didn’t mean any of it. That thing was screwing with my mind.
I don’t know Dean. Maybe you were right. Maybe this is all my fault. If it weren’t for me the demon would have never come after Mom… after Jess. Dad, the real Dad, told you that you might have to kill me some day.
What if I’m destined to be evil?
Stop it Sam! Enough already. None of it is your fault! None of it you hear me?!
Sam shakes his head.
Besides Sammy, you think I’d let you drive my car if you were evil?
Dean grins over at him. Sam gives a barely audible huff of a chuckle and shakes his head again.
Both he and Dean get in the car. The impala pulling out, dirt rising from the ground as it drives off down the road. The Prophecy by Iron Maiden playing as it fades to black.
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