The Unforgiven, 3.14

[Dean5339]

[Dean5339]

EXT. ROADSIDE - NIGHT

TEXT: Bourbon, Texas

We watch a familiar sleek, black car, the Impala, as it roars past the screen.

INT. IMPALA - CONTINUOUS

Sam glances across at Dean, excitedly.



SAM
It’s a lot to take in, huh? I mean our ancestor designed the colt?

DEAN
(smirks)
Can’t say I’m surprised Sammy, to be as good as we are takes time, know what I’m saying?

SAM
Still...
(inhales deeply)
It’s a lot. Kinda adds to the pressure don’t ya think?

DEAN
What do you mean?

SAM
We have a legacy to live up to Dean.

DEAN
Sure, because looming apocalypses don’t cause enough headaches.

SAM
Just think though, I mean the knowledge required to design a weapon like that, it’s...

DEAN
My God Sam, if you say “it’s a lot to take in” one more time I’m braking and one of us is getting out.

SAM
It’s....incredible. Can you imagine how useful that knowledge could be to us? Now?

Dean pauses, thinking.

DEAN
It could change the tide...

SAM
Right.

DEAN
It might even things up a bit if more of us were kitted out with something that could actually kill these son of bitches.

SAM
Even how to manufacture new bullets. I mean we still have the gun Dean.

CLOSE ON Dean’s face.

DEAN
....We just need the ammo.

DISSOLVE TO :
EXT. ROAD - NIGHT

CLOSE ON an antique looking bullet. It dangles from a chain around someone’s neck.

INT. MOTEL RECEPTION - NIGHT

The RECEPTIONIST leans on the counter watching a small portable TV. He is a balding middle aged man in a red checkered shirt. Definitely not a college graduate. A MAN walks towards him. The darkened blurred form of a man sweeps past the screen. The TV begins to buzz and display static.

VOICE
Winchester…

The receptionist gives the TV a few hard slaps before looking up, annoyed.

RECEPTIONIST
Wha?

CLOSE ON a pair of gnarled fingers stroking the bullet. The husky voice repeats itself…

VOICE
Winchester.

RECEPTIONIST
(crabby)
We don’t sell guns buddy. I know it’s Texas and all but you might wanna try somewhere else huh?

EXT. MOTEL GROUNDS - LATER

The Impala pulls into the motel plaza with a low hum. The heavy doors swing open. Dean and Sam wearily step out.

SAM
I need a drink, hey Dean you want some ice?

Dean shakes his head, heading straight for their room. Sam turns around and walks along the row towards the ice dispenser. He grabs a container and opens it up to scoop up some ice. He straightens up and rubs his eyes.

CLOSE ON Sam’s face. A look of puzzlement.

P.O.V. SAM - We see flickering lights and the sound of static from around the corner.

P.O.V. NORMAL. Sam glances backwards towards his room, but decides to investigate. He rounds the corner. We see the small building housing the reception. The lights are flickering like a Christmas tree. Sam edges forward.

INT. MOTEL ROOM – MOMENTS LATER

Dean sits on the bed and lets out of exhausted sigh. Suddenly the door flies open. Sam stands in the doorway, panting. Dean spins around, but Sam’s expression says it all. Trouble.

INT. MOTEL RECEPTION – MOMENTS LATER

Dean and Sam enter cautiously, guns drawn. Sam motions to Dean to look behind the counter.

P.O.V. DEAN - We see the dead body of the receptionist, covered in blood. A trail of blood leads across the floor and up the wall. Camera tracks Dean’s gaze before pulling BACK for a wider shot.

P.O.V. NORMAL

Something is written on the wall. In the flashes of light we see it says “Give me what I want or I kill again.”

Dean and Sam share a terrified look. Suddenly we hear a rustle. The boys spin round facing the sound. They edge ever closer. It’s coming from a press. Sam edges forward ready to open it, Dean nods. Ready and gun trained. The press opens to reveal - a scared young woman.

YOUNG WOMAN
(crying)
Don’t kill me!

Dean and Sam share a puzzled look as the woman continues crying, terrified

YOUNG WOMAN (CONT’D)
Don’t let him kill me......

END OF TEASER

ACT ONE

EXT. MOTEL RECEPTION - NIGHT

Sam sits on the step with the woman, trying to calm her down.

SAM
It’s ok, it’s over.

WOMAN
I came in and, and I just wanted to book a room. I came in and...

She buries her head in her hands.

WOMAN
Oh god, he was there and he killed him!



She turns to Sam.

WOMAN
He just killed him!!

SAM
Alright calm down, nothing’s gonna happen to you.

Dean reappears, he hands the woman a cup of water, she takes it with shaking hands.

DEAN
What’s your name?

Dean looks down at her, she is a woman around her early thirties, dark hair with a hint of latin blood. Through the tears she stammers out her words.

WOMAN
Gretchen.
(flicks her hair out of her eyes)
My name’s Gretchen.

SAM
Ok Gretchen. Can you describe the man who did this?

GRETCHEN
It all happened really fast; it was kind of a blur. I was so scared --

SAM
That’s ok, take your time.

GRETCHEN
He.....this is going to sound ridiculous… but, I could have sworn that he looked like a cowboy.

Sam glances up at Dean.

DEAN
Like a cowboy, cowboy?

GRETCHEN
Best fancy dress outfit I ever seen, or he walked off a movie set or something, but yeah - a cowboy.

SAM
Gretchen can you excuse us for just a second.
(stand up)
We’ll be right back.

Dean and Sam step to the side and begin talking in hushed tones.

SAM
It’s him isn’t it? This stranger.

DEAN
Sure freakin looks that’s way.

SAM
What’s his problem?

DEAN
I dunno, but we gotta get outta here and fast. Someone’s gonna come by, the cops will be here...

SAM
Right. We should take her with us.

DEAN
Why?

SAM
Maybe the guy did try to kill her, maybe he’ll try again. We can’t just abandon her.

Dean sighs.



SAM (CONT’D)
Besides she’s a witness, what if she remembers more? We could use her, or maybe our stranger will try and tie up his loose ends. We know nothing about who or what he is.

DEAN
She could slow us down. The minute we discover she’s in no danger we have to cut her loose. She’d be in more danger with us than without us.

SAM
Fine.

Sam walks back to Gretchen. He hunches down to her eye level. She looks up.

SAM
Gretchen we think you might be in danger.

GRETCHEN
Me? Why?..I.....I didn’t do anything!

SAM
Ever hear of “wrong place, wrong time”. You might have stepped into something here.

GRETCHEN
Like gangs?

SAM
Not exactly.

GRETCHEN
How do you know? Who are you two?

SAM
We’re probably the only people who can keep you alive right now

INT. MOTEL RECEPTION – MOMENTS LATER

Dean hunches down over the corpse looking for clues. Looking for anything. He spots something and peers closer.

EXT. MOTEL RECEPTION – MOMENTS LATER

Dean storms out the door.

DEAN
We gotta move Sam.

Sam turns to Gretchen.

SAM
You have to come with us.

GRETCHEN
Are you serious?

Gretchen looks for a moment at Sam’s face, her eye darting about, studying his expression. She knows he’s serious.

INT. MOTEL ROOM - NIGHT

Gretchen sits on a bed in the background slightly out of focus. Our focus is Dean and Sam whispering in the foreground. Dean shows Sam a bloodied bullet casing.

SAM
Just like what killed Hendrix.

DEAN
Yeah, a colt. It’s him all right.

SAM
So what do we do? We can’t just keep running.

Dean walks away. He grabs his bags.

DEAN
No more running. We’re ending it.

Sam approaches Gretchen

SAM
You alright?

She shakes her head slightly. Sam swallows hard.

SAM
You’ll be safe with us. I promise.
(motions to her bags)
You ready?

GRETCHEN
I think so

EXT. MOTEL PLAZA - NIGHT

Sam and Gretchen get into the Impala. Dean loads some things into the trunk before sliding into the drivers seat.

INT. IMPALA - CONTINUOUS

Dean is just about the turn the ignition when something attracts his attention.

GRETCHEN
Oh my god!

EXT. ROAD - CONTINUOUS

REVERSE ANGLE. PAN UP from ground level, past some dust covered boots to a long flowing coat. The back of The Stranger!

INT. IMPALA - CONTINUOUS

Dean clinches his teeth. The Stranger stands at the entrance to the highway, blocking their exit. His wide brim hat hides his face in shadow.

EXT. ROAD - CONTINUOUS

The Stranger beckons to the Winchesters in a centuries worn voice.

THE STRANGER
Don’t you want to know why?

INT. IMPALA - CONTINUOUS

SAM
What’s he talking about

DEAN
He killed Hendrix. I don’t care about anything he has to say.

Dean starts the Impala, it grumbles into life with a low ominous growl. Sam glances across at Dean, concerned.

EXT. ROAD - CONTINUOUS

THE STRANGER
Just give me what I want.

INT. IMPALA - CONTINUOUS

Dean’s eyes narrow

DEAN
Gladly

The accelerator squeals and the tires smoke as the Chevy launches forward.



EXT. ROAD - CONTINUOUS

The Stranger stands motionless as the Impala crashes into him BLAM!

INT. IMPALA - CONTINUOUS

Gretchen whimpers and covers her ears as she hears the impact; we watch the Impala jolts upwards as the body is dragged underneath. Dean brakes hard and looks in the rearview.

P.O.V. DEAN - We see the stoic body of The Stranger lying slumped on the tarmac.

GRETCHEN
(trembling)
Is he dead?

SAM
They never are. Stay here.

He and Dean share a knowing glance and exit the car.

EXT. IMPALA - CONTINUOUS

The Winchesters pop the trunk and remove a couple of weapons. Dean carries a shotgun and a silver knife while Sam carries a long saw-back machete. They approach with caution, we can almost hear their hearts beating as the sweat runs down their brow. We don’t know what to expect. Suddenly as they near the final few feet from the body it disintegrates FLASH! - dissolving into a flock of back ravens which scatter into the sky. Dean and Sam jump back, startled.

PAN UP to the night sky before…

DISSOLVE TO:
EXT. ROADSIDE - NIGHT

The Impala is pulled into the side of a small, offbeat country road.

INT. IMPALA - NIGHT

Dean switches off the engine. Everybody exhales sharply as if holding their breath out of fear the whole time.

GRETCHEN
Ok I saw what happened back there. That’s crazy. I’ve gotta be dreaming or something…

SAM
Relax you’re not crazy.

DEAN
You’re not dreaming either, unfortunately.

GRETCHEN
But that, that was like a ghost or something? Right? But it can’t be, because ghosts aren’t real.

DEAN
We’ll you’re half right. It’s no ghost. Ghosts don’t leave a mother of a dent in my front grill.

GRETCHEN
Who are you guys?

Sam looks across at Dean, they have to come clean.

SAM
We’re people who know a lot about this stuff. It’s kinda what we do.

GRETCHEN
Right. You’re the ghostbusters or something--

DEAN
We’re not the ghostbusters, sister. The ghostbusters got paid.

GRETCHEN
You guys are nuts.

Gretchen opens the door and gets out. Sam and Dean follow.

SAM
We’re not nuts. You know what you saw tonight. Like it or not we’re the only people that can help.

DEAN
He’s right. You really wanna try and explain what you saw to the police? Hell I’ll drop you off at the nearest cop shop. Be my guest.

Gretchen seems slightly offended by the comment, but she dismisses the notion and breathes in. Her guard drops and her demeanor softens.

GRETCHEN
So that thing was like a demon.... or something?

DEAN
Maybe, truth to told we haven’t seen anything like this yet.

SAM
We’ve seen him before though, or rather he’s seen us before

GRETCHEN
He’s stalking you?

DEAN
Hunting us is a better word, but yeah that’s the gist.

GRETCHEN
Can you stop it?

Dean sighs, unsure.

SAM
(pauses)
We don’t know

Gretchen nods sadly and turns away; she walks towards the nearby field.

GRETCHEN
I....I need a minute.

SAM
I know this stuff is shocking at first.

Gretchen glances back smiling sarcastically.

GRETCHEN
Yeah....

Sam turns back to Dean.

DEAN
Seems to be taking it quite well.

SAM
(softly)
She’s still in shock Dean.

DEAN
We need to get ready. This thing can find us anywhere. He could get us anytime.

SAM
So why doesn’t he?

DEAN
What?

SAM
Why doesn’t he? He follows us sure, he can seemingly find us at will, why doesn’t he just kill us? What’s he waiting for you know? What does he want?

DEAN
I don’t really wanna find out Sam. Do you?



EXT. FIELD – MOMENTS LATER

Gretchen walks slowly through the soft ground, her arms crossed, shivering. She glances back at the Impala before taking out her cell phone. She presses a button and puts it to her ear.

GRETCHEN
It’s me… I’m with them now. It was just as we thought, he’s following them… I don’t know why. Neither do they.

She continues to listen intently to the voice on the line.

GRETCHEN
Yes, don’t worry we’ll find out soon enough.

Gretchen hangs up her phone. A slight, knowing smile spreads across her lips.

[irisheyes]

Whoa!

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FADE IN:
EXT. ROADSIDE - NIGHT

PAN UP from the tumbleweed on the road to a large roadside bar - “Cactus Jack’s”. A neon cactus waves at us from the low roof. A lot of cars, pick ups and motorbikes are parked here, with some large trucks at the side. Although it’s dark we sense huge expanses of desert and highway all around, it’s obvious the bars popularity owes to it’s lack of competition.

INT. BAR

CAMERA PANS through the smoky bar.

MUSIC CUE : "HANG ON ST. CHRISTOPHER" Bullet Boys

WE see rough biker types playing pool, cowboys clinking glasses at the bar until we settle on a corner table, where we see Dean, Sam and Gretchen. CAMERA MOVES IN CLOSER to the table. A WOMAN sits down opposite the trio. Sam looks up.

SAM
Thanks for making it.

REVERSE ANGLE : We see the woman is MISSOURI MOSLEY.



MISSOURI
Boy, I heard you were in trouble. How could I not take the call?

DEAN
We’re in trouble alright. Something’s tracking us.

MISSOURI
What kind of something?

SAM
We don’t know. It moves like a hunter, tracks like a hunter, but -
(beat)
-It’s not human.

MISSOURI
(confused)
A ghost?

DEAN
Nah, it’s not a ghost. Ran the damn thing over, it dented my car but it got up and disappeared.

Dean reads Missouri’s look.

DEAN (CONT’D)
Into a bunch of ravens.
(beat)
You ask me it's Schwarzenegger in a stetson

Missouri glances at Gretchen, who looks away nervously.

SAM
Missouri this is Gretchen.

GRETCHEN
(sheepishly)
Hi.

MISSOURI
How you doing sweetheart? These boys treating you alright?

GRETCHEN
Yes, thanks.

Missouri smiles. She looks back at Dean.

DEAN
We picked her up earlier on at our motel.

MISSOURI
(raises an eyebrow)
Uh-huh.

Sam interjects quickly.

SAM
Not like that, this thing was at our motel. It killed a guy and she saw it. We think it might be after her too.

DEAN
Or maybe not, thing is Missouri we don’t know a hell of a lot about what we’re up against here.

MISSOURI
You still swear too much Dean. Now you say it thinks like a hunter?

Dean nods.

MISSOURI
Then you boys are in a world of trouble.

SAM
What is it?

MISSOURI
Sounds to me like you’ve been marked…
(beat)
By a baykok.

Gretchen looks at every one nervously.

GRETCHEN
What’s a baykok?

MISSOURI
A baykok is the hunter that hunters fear. It’s a creature that was once human but was transformed when dying in extreme rage or sorrow. They became more than ghosts. In life they were always hunters, that’s what makes them so dangerous in the afterlife. They can anticipate your movements, they know how to think and track like a hunter. They’re so good even demons have hired them as assassins.

SAM
Against hunters?

MISSOURI
Against anything they consider a danger to them. Natural or…
(beat)
otherwise.

DEAN
I just wanna know one thing Missouri. How do you kill the damn thing?



MISSOURI
You can’t. At last there’s no way I know of.

SAM
You saying this thing is unkillable?!

MISSOURI
As far as I know. Sounds like someone sure wants you dead.

DEAN
Nah, this thing wants something from us, it keeps asking for something.

MISSOURI
What?

DEAN
Hell if I know.

SAM
You said this thing was human once?

MISSOURI
A hunter.

SAM
(to Dean)
We might be able to stop it if we find out who it was.

MISSOURI
There is one person who might know. She has the greatest contact with the spirit world of anyone I’ve ever known. She’s a witch doctor down in New Orleans. Her name is Mama Lelue. Maybe no one on the mortal plane knows how to kill a baykok, but you can bet your sweet behind she knows someone on the other side that does. Good luck finding her though. I hear she moves around a lot and -

Missouri pauses mid sentence, sensing something. Gretchen looks at Dean and Sam concerned.

GRETCHEN
What’s wrong with her?

SAM
(worried)
She can sense something.

MISSOURI
Anything happens you get down to New Orleans, you hear?...

Missouri turns and looks towards the entrance, fearful.

MISSOURI (CONT’D)
Something’s close by.

EXT. ROADSIDE - NIGHT

Some stirrup boots hit the dusty ground with a THUD! The Stranger stands looking at the roadhouse bar in front of him.

CLOSE ON his face. The hat drapes his face in dark shadow; all we see are the glowing eyes peering out from the darkness. They narrow, as if he is remembering something.

INT. SALOON – NIGHT – 1838

A bustling old west saloon. The drinks flow and the tempers rise. Across the smoky bar we see an assortment of rough types. The camera lingers on a darkened corner where CLINT FISHER is, his head obscured by the shadow of his hat, sits watching.

VOICE (O.S.)
Five bucks on the new guy!

We PAN back across the bar to get a glimpse of some new commotion.

VOICE
Ten bucks on Garrett!

The ruckus spills out of the bar and onto the streets.

EXT. STREET – CONTINUOUS

Dust blows across the deserted street. Two gunfighters stand at either side. Onlookers cower in the shadows.

EXT. SALOON – PORCH - CONTINUOUS

Clint appears beside the barman.

CLINT
A gunfight at midnight?
(beat)
A little odd don’t you think?

BARMAN
New man just rode in tonight. I guess he just doesn’t wanna waste any time.

Clint settles back onto a chair on the porch. Thoughtful.

CLINT
Yeah.
(beat)
Maybe.

BARMAN
(shouting)
Remember! Midnight!

He glances at the clock tower.

BARMAN
Wait for the chime!

The two gunfighters size each other up. CLOSE ON their faces. Nervous, yet eager. They glance at each other and at the clock tower. CLOSE ON the clock’s hand creaking closer to midnight. DONG! It strikes! BANG! A shot rings out!

CLOSE ON the new guy falling to his knees. Blood runs down his shirt as he clutches his chest. Garrett whoops in delight.

GARRETT
Eight come down and eight go down! Still undefeated!
(beat)
More whiskey!

The crowd cheer and clap as their champion turns to walk back into the saloon. CLOSE ON the new guy lying in the dirt. His body flinches and he begins to get up. A hushed murmuring falls on the crowd. Garrett stops dead in his tracks and turns around slowly.

The new guy slowly rises to his feet. Bemused, Garrett steps back onto the street. Clint watches intently from the shadows.

GARRETT
Seems this boy loves the taste of lead so much he came back for more!

Instantly he draws, CRACK! Dropping the new guy back into the dirt, face first.

GARRETT
Clean this up. I’m gonna finish my drink

As he turns away the new guy once again rises from the ground. He begins walking towards Garrett.

GARRETT
What the hell?

In the shadows Clint grips the arm of his chair. Alarmed.

The new guy continues walking towards Garrett who stands there stupefied. Terrified the onlookers flee back inside. Garrett comes to his senses and begins unloading bullet after bullet into the new man with no effect.

GARRETT
Why won’t you die?!

Garrett’s chamber clicks empty.

NEW GUY
Because it’s your turn

He pulls out his own handgun and presses the trigger BANG!

CLOSE ON the new guy’s handgun hitting the ground; he yells and clutches his hand in agony.

CLOSE ON boots hitting the dusty ground. PAN UP to reveal Clint stepping out from the shadows. Smoke billows from the muzzle of his rifle as he steps out into the street. The new guy recoils slightly.

NEW GUY
You.
(beat)
So, you’re still alive.

STRANGER
You’re not.

The new guy lifts his head up, this is RIVERS, under his hat we now see inhuman yellow eyes and a row of sharp fangs. A Vampire!

CLINT
Still making money from cheating at gun fights Rivers?

RIVERS
A man’s gotta make a livin.’

CLINT
You’re not livin’, and you ain’t no man.

He motions to the gun lying on the ground.

CLINT
Your gun. Pick it up.

RIVERS
Why?
(smiling)
You gonna fight me?

CLINT
Pick it up. I know you can.

River grins and relaxes his gun hand. It’s almost completely healed. He wiggles his fingers and picks up his gun.

RIVERS
You know as well as I do no gun can kill me.

Clint sheaths his rifle on his back. From the holster at his side he pulls out a long six shooter. It gleams in the lamplight. The COLT! He twirls it in his hand before re-holstering it. Ready.

CLINT
We’ll see about that.

CLOSE ON Clint’s face, eyes narrowed.

DISSOLVE TO:
EXT. ROADSIDE – NIGHT – PRESENT DAY

CLOSE ON the Stranger’s face, Clint, it’s grotesque and molding with open tears in his face.



INT. “CACTUS JACK’S” – MOMENTS LATER

The door flies open violently, it almost falls off it’s hinges. Everybody reacts with shock. We see the silhouette of The Stranger standing in the doorway. He steps inside slowly; everybody is hushed in awe, except...

ROUGH BIKER
What the hell?

The biker grabs his pool cue tightly and swings at The Stranger. In one quick motion the Stranger grabs the cue and breaks it in half, he twists the bikers arm completely around and stabs him with the broken stump of the cue. People scream and panic as the dead body hits the ground. The Stranger stands calmly amid the chaos.

DARKENED TABLE

Dean, Sam and Missouri jump to their feet.

MISSOURI
It’s him, isn’t it?

DEAN
Who else?
(to Missouri)
Take care of her.

Missouri grabs Gretchen by the arm.

MISSOURI
Don’t worry child, let the boys take care of this.

Missouri and Gretchen take cover under the table.

Dean and Sam draw their handguns as The Stranger walks towards them calmly. They open fire. The Stranger flinches as the bullets strike his body in various places.

SAM
Silver doesn’t work...

They retreat towards the back of the bar.

THE STRANGER
Give it to me.......

As the Stranger walks by the bar, the barman shoves a shotgun in his face. Unfazed The Stranger places his hand over the muzzle as it goes off to no effect. CLOSE ON the barman’s face - complete horror. The Stranger jams the gun back in his face, snapping the barman’s head back.

MISSOURI
You boys gotta get outta here!



DEAN
Not without you.

MISSOURI
I’ll draw him off, now scoot.

SAM
Missouri, we have to stay together!

MISSOURI
Listen to an old woman, will you!

DEAN
You got some psychic trick to throw him off the scent or something?

MISSOURI
Something like that.

EXT. BAR - BACK EXIT – MOMENTS LATER

The back exit flies open. Dean, Sam and Gretchen bundle out the door.

EXT. ROADSIDE - NIGHT

MUSIC CUE - "HELL ON MY HEELS" Bullet Boys

The Impala leaves the parking lot behind and careers onto the highway, kicking up a cloud of dust. It screams past the camera. We linger on the parking lot for a BEAT to see a huge black 18-wheeler truck smash through a row of parked cars and pick-ups like they weren’t even there! Twisted metal and sparks fly everywhere. The chase is on!

The camera is on the Impala’s wheel level - we see the truck in the background out of a focus, like a leviathan it slides out onto the road.

CAMERA now switches to the 18-wheelers wheel level. We see the Impala up ahead. We are gaining.



P.O.V. NORMAL The truck smashes into the back of the Impala, the chevy skids and slides from the impact, regaining it’s grip on the road.

P.O.V. 18-WHEELER CABIN

The Stranger is at the wheel, we see the damaged Impala right in front of us as he hits it again!

P.O.V. NORMAL

Reeling from the blow the Impala skids to the roadside where it hits a sandbank. The wheel spins fruitlessly and it’s stranded! The truck slowly comes to a stop behind it and the door opens. The stranger jumps out onto the road and walks towards the Impala.

REVERSE ANGLE - The stranger opens the door, almost ripping it off. He smacks away the gun in the driver’s hand that was pointing at him and drags her out. He slams her up against the car. We see now it is Missouri!

The Stranger sniffs Missouri, like a dog.

THE STRANGER
The Winchesters....

He places his hand in Missouri’s pocket retrieving her cell phone

THE STRANGER (CONT’D)
Call to them.

Missouri shakes her head, her neck in a vice-like grip.

MISSOURI
No.....

THE STRANGER
Bring them to me.

The stranger crumbles his phone in his hand, Missouri watches, scared.

THE STRANGER
Don’t you fear death?

He reaches into his own coat, pulling out his colt. It glistens in the moonlight.

MISSOURI
(gasping)
Go to hell.

PULL BACK to the other side of the Impala. We hear, off screen, the sounds of a gun going off. Missouri’s body slumps onto the ground. We hear the sound of ravens taking flight.

A secluded car, parked someway away. A man watches the scene through binoculars. CALE MORGAN’s hardened features hide some of the horrors he's seen. The well-built man-mountain earned himself the nickname “The Ox."

CALE
Mosley’s dead.
(beat)
He’s gone.

We hear the voice on the line. A man’s voice, JAMES, smooth yet commanding.

JAMES (O.C.)
We still have a fix on the Winchesters?

CALE
We should have taken him when we had a chance.

JAMES (O.C.)
He’s after something. We need to find out what it is. You know that. Stick to the plan.

Cale hangs up the phone in disgust.



CALE
(sarcastically)
Aye, aye captain.

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FADE IN:
EXT. ROAD - EARLY MORNING

AERIAL SHOT of a country road spanning into the distance, the mighty Mississippi river on one side. A lone blue car speeds down it, CAMERA ZOOMS in closer to reveal a HONDA CIVIC, Missouri’s car.

INT. CAR - CONTINUOUS

Dean is in the driving seat; he glances back at Gretchen asleep in the backseat and across at Sam looking groggily out the window.

SAM
(wearily)
Sun’s coming up

DEAN
(yawns)
Yeah

SAM
You’ve been driving all night man, you should take a rest, let me take over

DEAN
I’m fine. Sooner we get there, sooner we get answers.

Sam looks down at his lap; he opens his duffle bag and takes out the Colt. CLOSE ON his face as he studies it, as if seeing it for the first time.

SAM
You think we’ll ever use it again?

DEAN
I dunno Sam. It’s just - so much is happening you know?

Sam stares back out the window, deep in thought.

SAM
Times like this I wish Bobby was here. He’d know what to do.

DEAN
Yeah.
(swallows hard)
I know.



Dean acts a little more cheerful.

DEAN
But we ain’t giving up on Bobby yet.

SAM
Yeah.
(beat)
I know.

DEAN
Or my car. Damn Sam I can’t believe I let a woman drive it. It’s gonna smell all perfumey now.....

Sam smiles weakly.

SAM
Missouri say anything more about this Mama Lelue?

Dean stares at the road ahead.

DEAN
Yeah, she’s not far now.

EXT. RIVERBANK - EVENING

The Honda pulls up at the side of the river. A small rickety looking wooden dock leads to an old-fashioned steam boat. The boat looks like a relic and hasn’t been inhabited or used in decades or even centuries. Willow trees droop into the still water. The group exits the car and looks around skeptically.

GRETCHEN
You sure about this?

Sam looks at the boat, reading the name.



SAM
“Spirit of New Orleans.”
(smiles)
Nice.

DEAN
This is the place.

GRETCHEN
I am NOT getting on that.

DEAN
Fine, wait here.

Dean and Sam begin crossing the decking, it creaks. Gretchen looks around nervously.

GRETCHEN
Hang on a sec! Wait!

She follows them across.

EXT. SHIP – DECK - CONTINUOUS

Dean, Sam and Gretchen walk onto the deck.

DEAN
Hello? Anyone home?

No answer.

SAM
Mama Lelue?

A moments pause, we can hear a woman calling from below deck

WOMAN
I’ve been expecting you

Sam looks at Dean, who shrugs. They climb down below deck.

INT. SHIP – CORRIDOR – MOMENTS LATER

A dark, cobweb infested corridor. It looks more like your typical haunted house than a place of residence. Dean switches on his flashlight. Sam places his phone back in his pocket.

SAM
Missouri’s not answering

He and Dean share a concerned look. Dean presses forward with resolve

DEAN
We have to keep going

INT. DINING ROOM – MOMENTS LATER

We open to an old fashioned dining room. Old paintings hang on the wall accompanied by old style furniture, like a picture frozen in time. A slight breeze rustles the ragged curtains. A round table sits in the center and what looks like a woman, with her back turned to us. Sam smiles at Dean, this must be Mama Lelue.

SAM
Hi, we’re Sam and Dean...

MAMA LELUE
Winchester. I know. Sit down.

Cautiously they approach the figure. Gretchen motions to sit down at the table; she passes the figure and looks at her face. She screams, toppling over a chair.

GRETCHEN
Oh God!

She points, lying on the ground. Sam rushes over; he follows her gaze.

CLOSE ON Mama Lelue. Nothing but a shriveled corpse with long grey hair! Obviously she’s been dead for some time.

DEAN
Fantastic. Now what?

SAM
Dean, look at her hands.

CLOSE ON Mama Lelue’s hands, they are placed open on the table, as if she died in the middle of a seance. It looks like the corpse is inviting people to hold its hands.



DEAN
No Sammy, NO. You gotta be kidding me.

SAM
Someone told us to sit down.

Dean walks over the room looking for something.

DEAN
Yeah, some sick freak getting their rocks off. Norman Bates is alive and well

SAM
Then how’d they know we were coming?

Dean rubs his chin.

DEAN
A séance with a dead chick. At least Missouri had a pulse.

INT. SEANCE ROOM - LATER

Dean and Sam sit either side of Mama Lelue holding the dead woman’s hands. Gretchen sits between Dean and Sam. Candles flicker on the table providing the only source of illumination. The participants look at each other apprehensively.

GRETCHEN
No offence. But this is gross.

DEAN
For once I agree.

SAM
Quiet!



The candles somehow dim eerily. Mama Lelue becomes enshrouded in darkness. We cannot see her face anymore, only hear her voice.

MAMA LELUE
You have something of his.

Sam mouths over at Dean.

SAM
The bullet.

Dean nods, he knows.

MAMA LELUE
Place it on the table.

Dean places the bloodied bullet on the table.

MAMA LELUE
I see him......

EXT. OLD WEST TOWN – NIGHT - 1839

CLOSE ON a “Missing” poster. The man’s name on it is Daniel Winchester.

CAMERA PULLS BACK to:

Your typical wild west setting, run down wooden houses and stores. A coach rides into town and stops outside the jail. A man steps down off it. A familiar looking figure - Clint. He yells into the night air.

CLINT
Sheriff!

He yells again.

CLINT
Luthor!

A few men exit the jail, the deputies, holstering their weapons. The sheriff then steps out.

CLOSE ON his face. He flicks up his hat to reveal it’s none other than LUTHOR - the head vampire from “Dead Man’s Blood”!

LUTHOR
What’s the matter with you? Hollering in the middle of the night like a crazy.

Clint walks around to the back of the coach.

CLINT
I killed two men...

Luthor takes it lightly, thinking he’s joking.

LUTHOR
(laughs)
Did you now? And you’re here to confess. Ain’t that cute.

He takes a swig from a whiskey bottle. The deputies chuckle. Clint pulls the covering from the back of the coach. It contains two headless bodies. Luthor reacts with shock.

CLINT
You hear me now?!

He throws a gun at Luthor’s feet. He picks it up. It’s inscribed “Daniel Winchester.”

CLINT
You hear me! I killed my brother!

Luthor gazes at the stranger in amazement.

LUTHOR
Well now...

He takes another sip, slowly

LUTHOR
Looks like we boys are gonna have ourselves a hangin.’

The deputies whoop and holler as they surround Clint. They tie him roughly as he puts up no fight.

EXT. TOWN SQUARE - LATER

The deputies have Clint tied into a noose on top of the gallows. The heavens open and the rain begin to pour down in torrents. Clint stands there despondent. The will to live completely drained. Luthor walks up onto the stand and over to Clint. He places his hands in his pockets and pulls out the colt.

LUTHOR
(smirks)
Huh, nice gun.

He throws it to the ground. He looks back at Clint.

LUTHOR
No struggle, no fight. What’s the matter?
(beat)
Don’t you fear death?

Clint’s breath comes in dry gasps.

CLINT
Not when your whole life is gone.

LUTHOR
Well then I guess I owe you the truth. That sucker you found with your brother? He didn’t turn him...

Luthor leans in closer. His fangs descend, his eyes transform like a snake’s. He exposes an evil grin - his vampire form.

LUTHOR (CONT’D)
...I did

Clint’s eyes flash with rage, but it’s too late. He drops like a stone, the rope tightens on his neck. PULL BACK for a wide shot of the vampire law enforcement laughing as Clint slowly dies on the gallows.

PAN DOWN to the colt lying in the dirt.

INT. SEANCE ROOM - PRESENT DAY

Mama Lelue’s voice continues to growl in the darkness.

MAMA LELUE
All that rage, all that anger. He became something more then a spirit....

The corpses hands begin to shake, the table begins to shudder violently and the candles fall over setting fire to the table. Dean, Sam and Gretchen back away.

MAMA LELUE
(screaming)
WHAT HAVE YOU BROUGHT HERE???!!!

We watch as the corpse disappears into the darkness.

GRETCHEN
Let’s get out of here!

DEAN
Seconded.

Dean, Sam and Gretchen rush out of the room and up onto…

EXT. DECK – NIGHT - RAINING

They race over to the deck where out of the darkness the form of The Stranger materializes. They stop dead in their tracks. Sam swallows hard.

DEAN
You’re him aren’t you? Clint Fisher.
(beat)
The first.

The Stranger raises his head, upon hearing his name.



CUT TO various unknown points of view, unseen people moving into position at various places around the boat. They have a good view of the confrontation, shadows flitting about in the darkness.

The Stranger advances on them.

SAM
We know who you are.

STRANGER
Then you know what I want.

The unseen people move into position.

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EXT. STEAMBOAT DECK –NIGHT - RAINING

Two indistinguishable figures whisper in the shadows. James and WARREN, who speaks in a rather hoarse voice.

JAMES (O.S.)
We need to move now.

WARREN (O.S.)
Not yet, wait.

JAMES (O.S.)
He could kill them. We move. NOW.

The Stranger / Clint Fisher advances on Dean, Sam and Gretchen, he holds out his hands.

CLINT
Give it to me.

Suddenly he jerks back violently as a thick rope tightens around his neck. He finds himself powerless as he is yanked onto his knees.

CLINT
(confused)
What sorcery is this?!

Dean, Sam and Gretchen retreat slightly as the figures reveal themselves. A squad of HUNTERS. Four in number.

SAM
Who are you?

The LEADER steps forward. A young looking man in his mid thirties, JAMES WORTHINGTON.



JAMES
We’re hunters. Just like you.

Another member of the team steps forward into prominence. Older and more grizzled, he advances on Clint. His heavy stubble and bloodshot eyes reveal this particular hunt has been his obsession for quite a while. His name is WARREN PEACE.

Clint struggles in the rope.

CLINT
I sensed one of you isn’t who they appear to be.

Dean eyes flare as he confronts Gretchen.

DEAN
How’d they find us, huh?

GRETCHEN
What?!

DEAN
No more games. Wrong place wrong time my ass.
(grabs her by the arm)
You know what I’m talking about.

James raises a gun at Dean, CLICK!

JAMES
I wouldn’t, Dean.

Dean lets go of Gretchen.

GRETCHEN
(to Dean and Sam)
I’m sorry.

She runs across to join the Hunters, she stands beside NOAH RIDLEY, the young tech specialist in his late twenties, wearing a Batman shirt.



NOAH
(Excited fan-boy)
Sam and Dean, you guys have no idea how long I’ve waited to finally meet you. It’s an honor, really, the way you handled that ghost in the machine down in New York City – man; that was really something!

The Winchesters are slightly taken aback. Calming his fanboy side down, Noah holds a small tracking device towards Gretchen.

NOAH
Oh yeah, we picked up your signal, you ok?

Gretchen nods.

SAM
They weren’t following us.
(motions to Gretchen)
They were following you.

DEAN
Sly little bitch.

GRETCHEN
I did what I had to do.

DEAN
Well sweetheart you had me fooled.

Sam points at Clint.

SAM
What do you want with him?

JAMES
We need to recover some information from him.

DEAN
(sarcastically)
Couldn’t you just say please?

Warren steps in front of Clint and hunkers down to his eye level. Clint is on his knees visibly weakening.



WARREN
He’s not what you’d call .....co-operative.

Mockingly he knocks off his hat.

WARREN
(laughing)
Behold a pale rider!

SAM
What are you doing to him?

Warren grins.

WARREN
You can’t kill a baykok, but you can weaken it. You just need to use whatever killed them originally. You find it’s weakness and you squeeze.

CLOSE ON the rope around Clint’s neck.

WARREN (CONT’D)
In this case...

CAMERA PANS across to see the rope is being held by the big guy CALE MORGAN.

WARREN (CONT’D)
....gallows rope.

Warren tugs at the rope, mockingly. This annoys James.

JAMES
Easy Warren.

DEAN
(shakes head)
So you used us as bait, you son of a bitch!

WARREN
Relax, you’ll give yourself a coronary. Can’t have that when there are so many bad guys left to kill. In case you haven’t noticed we have an apocalypse on our hands and I for one will do anything necessary to turn the tide in our favor.

Warren looks back on Clint and grabs the bullet from around his neck. He rips it off, tossing it away dismissively.

WARREN (CONT’D)
Anything.

SAM
If you know so much about him, why not take him before. Why now?

JAMES
Because -

Warren interrupts, jumping to his feet.

WARREN
Because he wanted you.
(beat)
And we need to know why.

He turns to Clint again, staring him in the eyes.

WARREN
So cowboy, speak or forever hold your peace.

DEAN (O.S.)
He wants to die.

James looks at Dean, curiously.

DEAN
Look at him, he’s a monster.

The hunters look down at Clint, gasping, not quite human but a pathetic figure.



CLINT
(gasping, laboured)
For over a century I wandered the plains. Alone, insane, unforgiven. My humanity was gone, my memory in ruins, but my instinct, the urge to kill, was the only thing that remained. So I wandered. Hired and used by anyone or anything powerful enough to summon me. I knew nothing else.
(beat)
Until the colt was found.
(beat)
Then I knew who I was. I remembered…
(beat)
I recalled the purpose of the bullet I kept all those years ago. I had to find the gun, the original. The only thing that could end it. But with every step I took, the evil continued to eat me alive like a virus. I became desperate. I could feel that I was loosing myself again.
(beat)
I was running out of time.

As the hunters are enthralled Dean bends done slowly picking up Clint’s last bullet from the decking floor. Sam nudges Dean. We see the colt is still in his back pocket. Dean nods.

WARREN
(angrily)
You’re not going anywhere you hear me!

Clint smiles weakly.

CLINT
You think you can contain me forever? You can’t control me. I’m too dangerous to live.
(bows his head)
I can’t even control myself.

JAMES
Fisher, listen to me. Your knowledge of the other side, it’s invaluable! You designed the colt. You know how to win this war. We need your weapon!

Clint raises his head.

CLINT
(ambiguously)
You already have your weapon.
(beat)
My age is over.

DEAN (O.S.)
Listen to the man.



The hunters spin around. Dean is pointing the colt directly at Clint.

JAMES
Dean, no! Think about it, you’re killing the only chance we have.

WARREN
(smugly)
He’s bluffing.
(beat)
You gonna shoot him with an empty gun?

Dean cocks the trigger, CLICK!

DEAN
Nope.

Warren glances at Clint’s neck in realization. The bullet! He looks back, but it’s too late.

Dean fires the colt. BANG! In slow motion we watch the bullet spin and trail through the air. Warren eyes go wide in shock and horror.

WARREN
No!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

CLOSE ON Clint’s head as the bullet strikes home, SPLAT! His body jolts and surges with energy, the air crackles and buzzes. The rigors of sin and age begin to fade away as Clint’s face regains its humanity. A white light falls over his features.

CLINT
Sarah?.....

Clint smiles, as the first of the hunters reaching his final resting place.

The hunters look on stunned. Dean stands there, slightly shaken, the colt still smoking in his hands. He throws it on the ground next to Clint. Enraged Warren lunges for him.

WARREN
You stupid...

James pulls him back.

JAMES
No!

Sam looks down at the colt. It’s beginning to glow.

SAM
Guys, we need to go!

Everybody’s attention refocuses on the colt, which begins to crackle and buzz with the same energy we’ve seen within Clint. The deck begins to fill with bright light.

EXT. RIVER - CONTINUOUS

WIDE SHOT of the ancient steamer, as the group of hunters dive overboard. KABOOM! The steamboat explodes into a million pieces, showering the Mississippi in splinters of wood and flaming debris.

EXT. SHORELINE – MOMENTS LATER

The squad of hunters pull themselves out of the river. Wet and gasping for breath. Warren kicks out at a tree stump, enraged.

WARREN
Dammit!

Gretchen turns to James.

GRETCHEN
You should never have let yourself get talked into this. You know Hale wouldn’t--

JAMES
(softly)
Hale’s dead Gretchen.

Gretchen looks away, pained. James walks over to Warren, his attitude more confrontational now.

JAMES
We should have taken him earlier, like we were supposed to. Dammit Warren we could have all been killed.

Warren bends over, exasperated.

WARREN
If we die, we die.

JAMES
Maybe you aren’t responsible for the safety of this team, but I am!

Warren picks himself up, squaring off to James.

WARREN
This is war kid.

He walks away disrespectfully.

WARREN (CONT’D)
Time to grow up.

Pause on James’s face for a beat. Concerned.

EXT. OPPOSITE SHORE – MOMENTS LATER

Dean and Sam are swimming for the shore. The camera PANS gradually across to see the Impala parked on the riverbank.

CLOSE UP Of Sam reaching for the bank. A hand reaches down and pulls him up.

SAM
Missouri!

MISSOURI
You ok sweetheart?

Sam smiles.

SAM
Yeah.

Together they pull Dean up.

DEAN
You’re ok!

MISSOURI
(pretending to be mad)
You’re surprised because I’m a lady that it?

DEAN
(awkwardly)
No....

MISSOURI (CONT’D)
That a lady can’t take care of herself, or something?

DEAN
I...

Missouri playfully slaps Dean on the arm.



MISSOURI
(smiling)
Good to see you’re ok short stuff.

She looks out at the river.

MISSOURI
Phew wee, Mama Lelue ain’t gonna be happy. I’m gonna get an earful ‘bout this let me tell you.

SAM
Yeah about Mama Lelue--

MISSOURI
(smiling)
Didn’t wanna spoil the surprise.

DEAN
We called you. Why didn’t you answer?

MISSOURI
Because you owe me a new cell, that’s why. I had an encounter with your baykok. I guess I passed out from the grip he had on me.

SAM
He didn’t kill you?

MISSOURI
I guess he had more humanity left in him then he thought.
(beat)
I could sense you weren’t alone.
(motions to the river)
Friends of yours?

SAM
Not exactly.

DEAN
(to Sam)
Think we’ll see them again?

SAM
I hope not.

MISSOURI
(beat)
So what happened?

SAM
It’s a long story.

Sam and Dean look out at the scene. It almost looks like the whole river is on fire.

DEAN
Let’s just say it’s a fitting funeral pyre for a hunter.

CAMERA PANS in CLOSER and CLOSER to the flames licking at the night sky.

[FADE TO BLACK]

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NEXT WEEK



SHOW CREATOR'S INTRO

I'm out of batteries and couldn't get the machine to work, so guess I'll have to do it the old fashioned way this week.

Next week my latest episode 'The Memory Remains' premieres, it's an episode that I've had at the back of my mind for a long time. I do have to warn you though that there's a lot of graphic content in the episode and it deals heavy handily with death, murder and suicide. It's kind of my sick tribute episode to John Winchester...

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A LOOK BACK AT 'THE HUNTERS'

BAT OUT OF HELL: NOAH RIDLEY

INT. GARAGE - NIGHT

Hendrix's dead body. Slowly the screen turns to a STATIC SECURITY CAMERA view point... we dolly out to reveal...

INT. UNKNOWN - NIGHT

A HIGH TECH room filled with COMPUTER DATABASES and SKETCHES of THE STRANGER. On the LAPTOP SCREEN, dozens of SECURITY CAMERAS look in upon the garage. NOAH RIDLEY, late twenties, types a couple of commands into the laptop.

NOAH
Hendrix is dead, we've been compromised.

Noah hits 'ENTER.' The Laptop shuts off.

HOUSE OF THE RISING SUN: WARREN PEACE

INT. HAGAR’S HIDEAWAY BAR - NIGHT

Dean and Sam are back in normal clothes sitting at the counter sipping on beers. The bar is nearly empty despite a couple of men and women shouting, playing poker, pool and various drinking games.

WARREN PEACE, mid forties, sits against the back corner of the room with his feet propped up on the table. He stares across the room at the Winchesters.

Dean takes notice. Glances over in his direction. Warren smirks and nods his head, he looks away. Dean glances around the bar.

DEAN
I thought Bobby said this place would be crawling with hunters. One of the hot spots. There’s gotta be what? Fifteen people here max.

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