INT. HOTEL ROOM - NIGHT
Dean stares towards the ceiling, unable to fall asleep. He gets out of bed, quietly grabs his wallet and leaves.
INT. MEADOWS TAVERN - NIGHTThe Tavern is filled. Loud rocking music plays
"SIMPLE KIND OF MAN" by LYNYRD SKYNYRD. Dean walks through, he stops alongside the bar. He glances towards a television screen above. Several news stories flash across, hundreds of unexplained deaths spanning the United States.
The BARTENDER approaches Dean. Dean slides his money across the table.
DEAN
Give me your strongest.
The Bartender takes the money and walks off. On the television appears an interview with KARLA FOX. Dean’s eyes narrow, teeth clench.
TELEVISION INTERVIEWER
Your news stories have continued to catch quite some attention. Providing answers behind these otherwise unexplainable deaths. But, some people call you out as being a fraud. Fabricating stories with myths and legends.
The Bartender hands Dean the drink. Dean takes it.
KARLA
I can assure you that I’m not lying.

TELEVISION INTERVIEWER
Monsters exist?
KARLA
They most definitely exist, there are those out there right now even hunting them down and keeping this world a better and safer place. Listen, often people have difficulty accepting something they don’t understand - especially when they were brought up to believe their childhood fears are mere figments of imagination.
TELEVISION REPORTER
But, the question that rests in all our viewers minds and perhaps yours too, why now? Why the epidemic?
KARLA
Because I believe the world might be coming to an end. We can only hope there are heroes out there, staying strong.
Dean smirks, raises his glass, motions for another.
DEAN
Strong? I’m anything but.
The Bartender takes his drink and walks off. Dean exhales, stares against his reflection in the cracked mirror. Another glass is set down beside him. Dean guzzles it in one full swoop.
TIME PASSES:
Shot glasses align a double row in front of Dean, the Bartender stands beside him. Dean guzzles another shot.
BARTENDER
I think you’re done.
Dean wipes his hand across his face, motions for another. The Bartender reluctantly pours it.
DEAN
I want to be done.
BARTENDER
So, why don’t you stop?
DEAN
Because of my geeky younger brother. He keeps on going, thinks we actually have a chance.
BARTENDER
Chance at what?
DEAN
Saving the world. He can’t see it, doesn’t want to see it. We can’t save anybody.
(Laughs)
I can’t even save myself.
BARTENDER
You’re a cop?
Dean smirks, shakes his head.
DEAN
You could say that. Hunt things down, corner them, and BAM!
(Smashes shot glass down)
From one town to another.
BARTENDER
Head hunter? Tracking people?
DEAN
Monsters. But, these days, what’s the difference? World’s coming to an end, but you know what? I don’t care. We deserve it.
BARTENDER
Nobody deserves to die.
DEAN
I do. Couldn’t save my father, couldn’t save Bobby the closest I ever had to an uncle, can’t save anyone. I’m a failure. I know it.

Dean motions for another shot.
BARTENDER
Maybe you can’t save everyone, but maybe you can still do some good.
DEAN
Do some good? What good? The world’s ending, as in - the end. Everything I’ve done is gonna be wiped out. My whole life, all the hunts, all the missions, all the everything - the whole purpose, or what I wanted to see as my purpose anyways - gone. In a world where there is a definite end, why should I be alive?
BARTENDER
I get it. Ever since six-twenty-six, I’ve seen people keep walking in and out of here looking for an escape. Looking for a way out, then they graduate to something higher. But, you? I can tell, you’re better than this. You know that too, don’t you?
The Bartender places another shot down, Dean guzzles it.
DEAN
Guess you’re not a good judge of character. I don’t need your pity. I don’t need anyone.
Dean gets up and leaves, the Bartender watches on. For the first time we take in the whole area filled with customers, mostly young nearing the point of alcohol poisoning.
EXT. MEADOWS TAVERN - NIGHTDean stumbles out, has difficulty walking. Outside are more customers drinking and getting high. Some inject themselves with a black fluid syringe. Dean stares towards the sky, he smirks as he continues on.
DEAN
You’re up there right now aren’t you? Looking down on us, like always. But, most likely I’m wrong. You’re never there. Six-twenty-six, the epidemic, hunter’s extinction, you don’t care. It’s all just a game to you. Isn’t it? Isn’t it?! But, you know what, I give up. I’m not playing by your rules anymore. My whole life you’ve been taking things away, wanting to see if I could break, congratulations - you f***ing pulled it off. You killed the wrong man, my Dad could have saved the world. Me? I’m trash.

Dean stops, looks towards the sky again.
DEAN
If you’re out there, if you actually care. Answer me. Answer me!!!
(Laughs)
Who am I kidding? You left a long time ago.
Dean goes quiet as he walks off.
EXT. CEMETERY - NIGHT
Mark and Libby walk through the cemetery.
MARK
Paul, it’s alright man, you can come on out.
LIBBY
Paul, we’re sorry.
MARK
Maybe he ran home.
LIBBY
Paul? Please come out.
MARK
He’s not here Libby.
Libby stops, her mouth drops open in fear. She points towards a foot lingering out from behind the bushes. They cautiously approach.
MARK
Paul?
They draw closer and closer until they come across the dead body. Eyes rolled back. Dagger PLUNGED through his mouth. Libby screams.
EXT. HOTEL - NIGHT
Dean nears the hotel.
DEAN
I should be dead.
Dean enters. A sudden flash of white light from behind him. GREGORY PINES watches on distressed.

INT. HOTEL ROOM - MORNING
Dean lays flat out on the bed, passed out. Sam walks around, getting ready.
SAM
Come on Dean, get up.
Dean moans as he slowly opens his eyes, shields them from the glaring sun.
DEAN
What time is it?
SAM
Twelve and that’s late, especially for you.
DEAN
Had a rough night.
SAM
Getting dinner and going to sleep early was rough?
DEAN
Hmm? Oh, no... I meant, I couldn’t sleep.
Dean sits up in bed, still weary and hung over.
SAM
What is it?
DEAN
What’s what? I’m fine Sam.
SAM
You’re scared and I understand that. I’m scared too. But, that doesn’t mean we should give up.

DEAN
I’m not giving up.
Dean starts getting dressed.
DEAN
(To himself)
I just want this to be over.
Dean glances over at Sam watching on.
DEAN
What’s going on? Any more news on grumpy’s revenge?
SAM
I think so or I don’t know.
DEAN
Well, which is it?
Sam exhales, he nods and shrugs.
EXT. CEMETERY - DAY
The Impala arrives, police cars already surround the premises. The Winchesters step out and approach. OFFICER DALLY stands watch.
SAM
Hey, I’m Officer Rogers this is my partner Officer Stark, can you tell us anything about what happened here?
OFFICER DALLY
Couple of kids came out here, hazing type thing, you know?
DEAN
Staying overnight in a cemetery?
OFFICER DALLY
You’d be surprised what kids do in suburbia to bring some excitement into their life.
Dean smirks.
DEAN
Looks like they got more than they bargained for.
Sam steps on Dean’s foot, Dean shoots his brother a look. Sam returns it, hard.
SAM
So, they were legend tripping?
Dean chuckles, then goes silent. Dally looks at Dean, not amused.
DALLY
Yeah, stay over night that sort of thing. When the kids returned a couple hours later Paul was dead. Knife rammed through his throat.
SAM
Did they report anything strange happening? Besides the dead body?
DALLY
What kind of strange?
SAM
Strange sights, sounds, that sort of thing?
DALLY
Nope nothing, whoever it was, the perpetrator was long gone.
Dean walks off, nears the body. The knife still rammed in. Sam follows. They stop beside Paul and bends down to inspect the corpse.
DEAN
Snow White and the seven murderous psychopaths.
SAM
Quit it with the jokes Dean.
DEAN
Quit it with the constant whining, Sam.
The brothers lock eyes, they dismiss the other’s comments. Sam leans in closer noticing carvings alongside the knife.
DEAN
What is it?
SAM
Ancient symbols are on the knife. Might mean something.
Sam reaches into his pocket and takes out his cell phone. Snaps a picture.
SAM
Why didn’t you see that?
DEAN
Hey, you miss things too.
SAM
Not when I’m the one staring right at it.
Sam stands, looks around. Dean walks off.
DEAN
I don’t need you lecturing me, I mean, seriously ever since I suggested using myself as bait you’ve been like this.

SAM
I just care about you.
Dean turns around, continues backwards.
DEAN
Yeah? Well, don’t.
Dean trips. His eyes hone in on the hole in the ground. He stands, brushes the dirt off and stares down.
DEAN
What the hell?
Dean looks back up, towards Sam.
SAM
Looks like something crawled out.
DEAN
A midget?
SAM
Or a gnome.
DEAN
Dude, it’s Jose’s grave. What are you saying he somehow shrank in size ever since he died?
Both brothers stare down, they have no clue.
EXT. JACKSON HOUSE - DAY
Beth tends to her garden, tears flow down her face. A shadow creeps alongside her. Startled, Beth jolts and slowly turns around to face Jose Gnome watching over her!
Beth rubs her eyes, looks away and looks again. The Gnome is gone.
Jose Gnome stands at a distance, solid, blending in with the other gnomes. Children roam around the neighborhood in their Halloween costumes preparing for that night’s fright fest.