I wanted to write my version of season four. I know it will be nowhere near what it truly will be, but I'm having fun writing this. I hope you have fun reading it. I haven't read any of the spoilers so I'm going on a whim. If you do not want to get spoiled and have not seen season three, please do not read. Thanks for taking the time to read this!
Supernatural: the Black Parade
Title: the Rebirth
Ext. Biloxi, Mississippi – Main Street – Night
The streets are dead considering its Saturday night. Even as the wind picks up, we can tell there’s a storm brewing. The moon’s glow is obscured by the dark clouds rolling in from the west. The street lights flicker either from the wind or from something other worldly.
Through the darkness steps a figure with a book clutched against their chest. As the camera zooms in, we see that it is a YOUNG MAN and the book clutched against his chest is the Bible. The priest’s collar becomes visible as we continue to zoom in closer. Fear is crossing his eyes as he steps in front of a large church that sits on the corner of the street.
Slowly he begins up the long flight of steps, taking them one by one, as if being cautious about something. A shrill scream echoes through the night and he clutches the Bible tighter. As he approached the top steps, he takes a deep breath and tries to steady his shaking hands.
Swallowing hard, the young man pushes open the doors and a strong gust of wind meets him. He holds out the Bible as if it’s a shield.
Young Priest: Nay, I walk through the Valley of the Shadow of Death. I fear no evil…
Another scream pierces the night and he slowly begins to walk into the church and into the darkness.
Int. Church – Sanctuary
As he moves through the darkness, we can begin to distinguish the scream. It isn’t a scream but more a sound of agony – the voice of a man.
The young priest finds a candle and lights it, letting it illuminate his way. As he looks toward the front of the sanctuary, he notices the large cross looming in front of him. While he continues to approach it, his eyes slowly go wide with fright.
Running between his legs is a river of blood. The young priest continues to follow it and stops short as he approaches the front of the room. His eyes slowly move from the river of blood toward the cross and what lies beneath it.
Groans continue to echo all around him. The Bible drops from the young priest’s hand, as if in slow motion. He quickly runs from his spot and once again stops short at the table beneath the cross.
Young Priest: By everything that is holy…
Outstretching his hand, he gently touches the body lying beneath the cross – naked, battered, and bloody. It groans in pain and the young priest’s hand quickly retracts. The figure’s hand darts out and grabs the young priest’s shirt. It brings him closer as the young priest shakes in fear.
Young Priest: I beg of you…don’t…
Suddenly the clouds part and the moon’s glow filters in through the stained glass windows. The figure is illuminated and the young priest gasps in awe and in shock. The figure is DEAN WINCHESTER – bloody, battered, broken and looking nothing like the Dean we are used to seeing.
Dean (coughing): Not…going to…hurt you.
Young Priest: What are…what are you doing here? What happened to you?
For a moment, Dean is silent, a look of panic and terror washing over his face. The blank look in his eyes only suggests one thing: he has no idea what is going on.
Dean: I need…to find…Sam.
Young Priest: Who’s Sam?
Dean (pause): My brother.
End of Teaser
Ext. Outskirts of Ashville, North Carolina – National Forest – Night
While there is a moon illuminating the sky above, nothing is getting through the thick foliage below. Rays of moonbeams filter through the thickness of the darkness, but cannot pierce it. But through the darkness, the creatures of the night still stir…
…and still rustle the leaves. A figure stands in the middle of it all, eyes closed, and listening to the sounds around them. Their head darts back and forth, waiting for whatever is coming toward them.
Slowly, the figure raises their arm and points toward the north. As the figure opens their eyes, we begin to see some of the moonlight filter through. It illuminates the figure. We notice that it is a YOUNG MAN, dead set on killing whatever it is roaming through the forest. Without warning, he turns on his heels and shoots the gun toward the camera.
The bullet slowly begins to part the air and the darkness, heading toward its target. A blood curdling laugh echoes all around him. His head darts around, trying to pin point where it’s coming from. He still can’t locate it and aims the gun once again.
Laughing Figure (VO): Isn’t this a futile attempt, Sam? For months you’ve been trying to get to me, and where are we? Back to the beginning. You aren’t getting anywhere. Why are you resisting?
Sam: Because it’s all I have left.
The figure with the gun in his hand is SAM WINCHESTER. Not much has changed with him, at least on the surface. But things change, as they always do, and by the stance that Sam has, we can see that he is no longer just the tagalong that stood beside and helped his brother, Dean. He seems stronger…more confident…and more angry.
Once again, Sam pulls the trigger and the laughing gets louder. Groaning and rolling his eyes, Sam just shoots into the darkness, growing angrier with every shot. The laughing continues and doesn’t stop.
Laughing Figure (VO): What would Dean be saying right now, Sammy boy? ‘Nice shooting, Ace?’ You are a pathetic excuse of a hunter. Why are you still in this business, Sam? You aren’t mean to hunt. You were meant to live a nice, normal existence. Instead, here you stand, in the shadow of two men – your brother and your father. You killed the demon that killed your mother. Why should you give a damn now?
Out of the darkness steps another figure, one in a business suit. The figure is a YOUNG MAN, that seems as though he knows what he’s doing. His stance is confident and cocky. The sneer on his face seems to make him even more menacing. Whatever Sam is facing, is not a normal demon.
Sam stands there, stoic. He doesn’t move and he doesn’t speak. What’s more, he doesn’t even look at the demon. He stares at the gun in his hand, afraid to move.
Laughing Demon: Come on, Sam. What do you have left to fight for? Dean is in Hell and so is your father. The demons you hunt have nothing to do with their demise. The only ones to blame are Dean and John. Do I have to point out the obvious?
The demon steps closer to Sam, but Sam still doesn’t move.
Laughing Demon: Life as you know it is over. Demons are wandering the planet free and clear. You are being hunted by a woman who wants you dead. Lilith will not stop until she finds you, Sam, and kills you. There’s no one left to protect you. You are all alone in this world. Let us conquer what we have left to conquer. Go nice and peaceful like and no one will be the wiser.
Sam: I’m not just some kid you can toss off to the side.
Laughing Demon: Never said that, nor would I ever. We all know who you are, Sam Winchester. But we all know what you aren’t as well. Without Dean you are nothing. Your little trips across the country have been well watched by us. The few kills you’ve had here and there haven’t really been anything to document. I say the last time you did anything major was right before Dean’s death.
Sam: Leave Dean out of this.
Laughing Demon: Why? Because now you’re the one left to protect the family name? Dean and John both sacrificed themselves so that you could live. Poor, self-sacrificing Dean. Left baby Sam all by himself.
The demon steps right in front of Sam. Sam finally looks the demon in the eyes as the demon’s eyes flare red. Sam flinches the slightest bit but straightens quickly up.
Laughing Demon: You are meant for so much more, Sam. You are meant for things way beyond anything you ever dreamed of. Do you understand what you are capable of?
Sam: I’m not what you think I am.
Laughing Demon: Lilith knows what you are and that is why she’s coming for you. Whether you realize your potential or not, she does. It’s up to you if you join us. We can protect you, Sam. We can give you everything – all the answers that you have been seeking.
Sam: I don’t want your help.
Laughing Demon: You will by the end of all of this. Take our protection and I will guarantee that you will come out of this war alive.
Dean (VO): I’ll be damned if you protect him.
It looks as though the demon combusts from the inside out in a burst of flames. Sam stumbles backwards but quickly holds up his gun as the fire dies down. Through the smoke and the ash, Dean steps through the darkness. He quickly holds up his hands as Sam points his gun at Dean.
Sam: Back away.
Sam: Don’t ‘Sammy’ me, you son of a bitch. You demons don’t give a damn! He’s dead! Let him rest in peace.
Dean: Sam, it’s me.
Sam pulls the trigger but Dean jumps out of the way. Not in time, the bullet embeds itself into Dean’s shoulder. Dean groans in pain as he lies on the ground. Sam continues to point the gun at Dean.
Dean: What are you hunting, werewolves? I thought I told you never to use silver unless necessary.
Sam remains quiet as he looks down at Dean quizzically. Dean groans as he slowly gets to his feet. He stumbles a few times before focusing back on Sam once again.
Sam: Who are you?
Dean: I swear to you, Sammy, it’s me.
Sam: Don’t lie to me! Dean is in Hell and…
Dean (whispering): Yeah…I was.
They are both silent for a moment before they both look at each other. Dean keep a firm hand over his shoulder, applying pressure to stop the bleeding, Sam cautiously steps forward with the gun still trained on Dean.
Sam: How did you…?
Dean: I…I don’t know.
Sam: You’re sure it’s you?
Dean: Honestly…I have no idea.
Sam: So then keeping this gun trained on you…
Dean: …might be a good idea. Let’s just keep the shooting to a minimum, huh? If I bleed to death, we will have no idea what the hell happened.
Sam: Kinda best to save the bullets anyway.
Sam looks around the forest as does Dean. Dean’s eyes dart around noticing shadows dancing through the trees.
Dean: Oh, this can’t be good.
Sam: Yeah…its not.
Out of the trees walk shadow demons, figures as black as night. Their eyes are white with fangs just as white. They’re like werewolves on angrier and tougher. No human possession or infection at all.
Dean moves from in front of Sam to stand along side of him. Nine werewolf demons surround them, their fangs bared and a low growl echoing through the night. Sam quickly pulls a gun from inside his jacket pocket and hands it to Sam.
Sam: Demon or not, you might be able to help me hunt these things.
Dean: Do you really think bullets are gonna stop these things?
Sam: Do we have another choice at the moment?
Dean: Right…ask questions later.
For the first time, Sam seems more at ease although still cautious about who’s standing beside him. As both aim their guns at the demons in front of them, they watch as a boomerang type object begins to spin in a circle around them, piercing through each of the demons.
The demons groan in pain as their eyes grow whiter. One-by-one, the demons disappear like smoke blowing away in the wind. The boomerang rounds once again ending up in the hand of a YOUNG WOMAN standing at the edge of the brush.
She smiles at them and shakes her head.
Female Figure: Thought you boys might need some help.
End of Act One
Int. Outskirts of Ashville, North Carolina – Hotel – Room 234 – Night
Dean is sitting on the bed with his shirt off. Sam is using a pair of tweezers to dig the bullet out of Dean’s shoulder. Dean groans in pain as Sam twists and turns inside of the hole.
Across the room, by the window, is a YOUNG WOMAN. She’s dressed normally and looks like she’s bound and determined. She leans against the window and looks out, watching everything going on. Folding her arms across her chest, she peers over her shoulder once, looking at Dean and Sam and goes back to what she was doing.
Dean watches her carefully as he continues to groan.
Dean: Seriously, I can find the bullet blindfolded.
Sam: Do you want me to do this or not?
Dean: Well, I think it’s only fair that since you shot me, you get it out of me.
Sam: Hell apparently didn’t even change your attitude.
Dean is silent, letting that statement slide. Sam looks at him and hangs his head once again. Dean tilts his head toward the young woman at the window.
Sam laughs and shakes his head.
Sam: Um…no. (pause) I…I got caught up in a bad situation in Des Moines and she saved my life. She’s ridden with me ever since.
Dean: You actually trust her?
Sam: Trust is overrated. She’s watched my back and I watch hers. I figure it’s a fair trade.
Dean: You’ve gotten cynical.
Sam: And you died. I did what I had to do.
All Dean can do is nod. Sam finally pulls the bullet out of Dean’s shoulder and tosses it in the trash. Sam bandages him up without saying another word. Dean sits there for a minute before getting up and moving into the bathroom.
Dean shuts the door and looks in the mirror. Fear crosses his eyes and he leans against the sink. He looks up once again and he sees a shadow behind him. Quickly turning, he sees nothing there. His breathing becomes ragged as he feels heat rising within the small room.
Unbuttoning his shirt, he has sweat dripping down his face. He can’t control his breathing. Fear is filling him and it can’t be stopped. He doesn’t know why, but he knows something is wrong.
A pounding on the door has him looking franticly toward it.
Sam (VO): Dean, are you alright?
Dean: Yeah…I’m…I’m fine. Just give me a sec.
Sam (VO): I’m going to go grab some food. I’ll be back in a few minutes.
Dean says nothing else and listens to the front door close. He slides down the wall and puts his head in his hands.
Dean: What am I doing here? Why can’t I remember anything?
The bathroom door creaks open. Dean slowly looks up and sees a shadow in the doorway. He tries to back away into the corner but stops when the young woman from by the window steps into the light.
Young Woman: You can be strong in front of Sam, but I know what you’re really feeling, Dean Winchester.
Dean just stares at her, dumbfounded as she steps further into the room.
Young Woman: I think its time you and I talk.
Ext. Convenience Store – Same
Sam pushes open the front door and walks out with a paper bag in hand. He’s riffling through it until he notices the street lights flickering. He slowly looks around and watches as shadows dance across the walls across the street.
Putting down the bag, he pulls his cell phone and notices that he has no signal. He mumbles to himself before slowly pulling his gun.
Sam is slammed to the pavement from behind and rolled over. He looks up to see the same demons they faced in the forest surrounding him. Struggling to get free, it’s of no use. Shadows of claw rake down his chest, which begins to bleed. Sam groans in pain.
Shadow Demon: This is only the beginning, mortal. The war is upon you. Give us the Chosen One and you will be spared.
Sam: What the hell are you talking about?
Shadow Demon: The one that will bring us our salvation. Give him to us and you will be spared.
Sam lies there and his eyes go wide.
Sam (whispers): Dean…
Without warning, Sam brings up the gun and shoots the shadow where the demon’s heart is supposed to be. The demon screams in pain and disappears in a cloud of smoke. The others follow suit. Sam lies on the pavement, his chest heaving and bleeding.
Sam: That’s why he’s come back. He’s their salvation.
Fumbling to his feet, he cocks his gun and shakes his head. His hand trembles while a tear runs down his cheek.
Sam: I’m sorry, Dean. But a demon is a demon. We need to figure out what’s going on.
He picks up the bag of food, putting the gun back into his pocket, and begins to walk down the street.
Int. Hotel – Room 234 – Same
Dean is sitting on the bed, staring at the young woman in front of him. She’s leaning against the dresser and watching Dean carefully.
Young Woman: You have questions.
Dean: And let me guess…you have the answers.
Young Woman: Something like that.
Dean: Who are you?
Young Woman: Sam knows me as Eve.
Eve moves from in front of Dean and grabs a chair. She turns it around and sits on it, perched only a few feet from Dean. Dean is still watching her cautiously. He smirks once he realizes her name.
Dean: Your name is Eve?
Eve: You got a problem with that?
Dean: I’m just wondering if that’s your real name.
Eve: It’s as real as it’s going to get.
Dean: You’ve been yanking Sammy by a chain, haven’t you? Bringing him along for the ride just so you can string him up?
Eve: You’re the one who came back from Hell, Dean. I say that’s a little bit more important at the moment.
Dean is silent for a moment before smiling once again.
Dean: Sam tell you I went to Hell?
Eve: Sam hasn’t spoken about you to me at all. In fact, he’s hardly spoken – period. Tonight was the first night he’s spoken more the five words. So…no…he didn’t tell me you went to Hell.
Dean: You’re not a Hunter.
Eve: Sam thinks I am.
Dean: I say you’re not.
Eve: What I am is more than you can handle at the moment. (pause) And before you go looking for Holy Water, Sam already did that test on me. I’m not a demon.
Dean: What the hell are you?
Eve: The answer.
Dean: The answer to what?
Eve: To ending Armageddon.
Before Dean can ask another question, Sam bursts through the door, pointing the gun at Dean. Dean quickly gets up off of the bed and puts his hands up.
Dean: What the hell, Sam?!
Sam: Why are you back?! Tell me why you’re back!
Dean: I don’t know!
Eve: Sam, why are you bleeding?
Eve slowly stands and tries to move toward Sam, but he moves away from her, still pointing the gun at Dean.
Sam: I was attacked on the way back here. They want the Chosen One, Dean. They’ve never said that before…not until you came back.
Dean: Sam, I swear…
Sam (angry): Don’t swear to me! Don’t swear a damn thing! They sent you back from Hell to start this war that we’ve been trying to avoid for years. They sent you back because you’re the one who’s going to lead the charge.
Sam pulls back the latch as Dean’s eyes go wide.
Sam: And I will be damned if I let that happen.
End of Act Two
Int. Outskirts of Ashville, North Carolina – Hotel – Room 234 – Night
Sam pulls back the latch on his gun as Dean’s eyes go wide. Eve looks at Sam and stands in front of the gun. Sam glares at her while Dean ponders what to do.
Eve: Are you out of your mind?
Sam: This is what we are fighting for.
Eve: And this is your brother! For years you have both been protecting each other and now you’re just going to shoot him because of something some demon said?!
Sam: He was sent back from Hell for a reason.
Eve: And don’t you think we should find out why?
Sam: He’s a demon, Eve!
Eve: If I thought he was a demon, I would have been the first to put a bullet through his heart, but he’s not. So put the gun down before you hurt someone.
Dean watches Sam carefully as he puts the gun on safety and puts it back into his pocket. Eve takes a deep breath and moves off to the side. Before she can say anything, her cell phone rings. She answers it as Dean steps forward while Sam takes a step back.
Dean: Sam, I would never hurt you.
Sam: You don’t know that. I don’t know what happened to you while you were away.
Dean: How long…how long have I been gone?
Sam looks at him curiously.
Sam: You don’t know?
Dean: I was in Hell, Sam. You lose all track of time.
Sam: Five years, Dean. It’s been five years.
Dean stumbles backwards and sits down on the bed. His thoughts are reeling as Sam continues to watch him.
Dean: Five years?
Sam: We’re in a lot more trouble than before you died. Demons are wandering everywhere without caring what they’re doing. Hunters are becoming less and less. We’re running out of options and time. Now that the demons are expecting a…demon, I guess to run them, they’ll be out more than ever.
Dean: You said something about a ‘Chosen One’?
Sam: It’s the first time a demon has actually said it to one of us. We’ve kinda figured that they’re waiting to gather under one person. We…we just have no idea who it is or what for that matter.
Dean: The devil?
Sam: No. We don’t think its coming to that. It’ll be someone loyal to him though. Someone who has enough strength to lead an army.
Dean: And since I came back…
Sam: I jumped to conclusions. I never meant…
Dean: No, you were right to assume. We have no idea what’s inside of me…outside of me…or what the hell happened to me. (pause) Sammy, I can’t remember a damn thing. I can’t remember what happened. All I can remember is waking up in the middle of a church…
Sam: A church?!
Dean: Yeah…imagine that. Me in a church.
Sam: No…that’s not what I was thinking. Maybe that was a good sign. Maybe that was God saying…
Sam: Dean, think about it. If you were coming back from Hell, do you really think you’d be cast back inside of a church?
Dean sits there for a minute, silent. He shakes his head as Eve walks back over to them.
Eve: That was Bobby. He just got word from several Hunters in Biloxi that a church was just set ablaze.
Dean (frightened): Which one?
Eve: Lexington and Main. Said the doors were sealed from the inside. A priest has gone missing. Bobby is suspecting foul play. Cops are ruling it as arson. The other Hunters are still checking it out, but they don’t think they’re going to turn up anything.
Dean gets up from the bed as Eve and Sam glance toward him.
Sam: Dean, what is it?
Dean: That…that was the church the priest found me in.
Sam: The same one?
Dean nods. Sam slowly walks over to Dean as Dean peers out the window.
Sam: Could just be coincidence.
Dean: You know better than me, Sam, that nothing is coincidence.
Sam: Maybe we should go check it out.
Dean: If the other Hunters can’t find anything, we won’t either.
Eve: Why don’t you boys get some sleep and I’ll keep an eye out tonight. We’ll get on the road sun up tomorrow.
Dean shakes his head ‘no’, but Sam places a gentle hand on his shoulder.
Sam: Rest, Dean. Nothing will happen to you. You have my guarantee.
Nodding his head, Dean looks at the bed and then toward the darkened corner. He lies down on the bed and watches as Sam moves toward the other one and shuts off the light. Sam and Dean look at one another for a few moments before Sam gets under the covers and falls asleep.
Eve opens the front door and turns to peer over her shoulder. She watches as Dean sneaks off of the bed and toward a darkened corner of the room. He curls up into a ball and rocks back and forth. She hangs her head for a moment before walking out of the room and closing the door behind her.
Dean continues to rock back and forth, his eyes not closing.
Dean (whispering/chanting): I’m not in Hell any more. I’m not in Hell any more. I’m not in Hell any more.
Ext. Location Unknown – Abandoned Warehouse – Same
A long black limousine pulls up in front of a rundown and rusted warehouse. The driver gets out and moves toward the back, opening the door. A dark figure steps out of the back, straightening out its suit as it moves toward the open doorway.
Int. Abandoned Warehouse
The figure stands in the doorway while another figure stands in the middle of the warehouse, a lone spotlight above their head. The figure in the doorway stands stoic, not moving, as if afraid of the other figure.
Figure in Doorway: He arrived three days ago.
The figure in the spotlight smiles. It sticks its hands in its pockets and rocks back and forth on its heels.
Figure in Doorway: The church has been destroyed and the priest killed. Everything that you wanted done has been completed. Now I want my money.
Figure under Spotlight: As you wish…
Lashing out a hand, a long blue beam of energy bursts from the figure’s hand beneath the spotlight. The figure standing in the doorway convulses before collapsing to the floor. The smile on the figure’s face beneath the spotlight widens. His eyes flash red as his smile continues to grow.
Figure under Spotlight: My son has been freed.
To Be Continued…
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