ACT TWOINT. OLYMPUS HOTEL - WINCHESTER’S ROOM - DAY
The room is comfortable and old fashioned. The Winchesters enter, toss their luggage onto the beds. Dean wanders over to the window and looks out. Sam flips through the town brochure.
DEAN
So a demon wiping out a whole town, there’s no common strands here Sammy. Nothing tying these guys together.
SAM
Maybe, or maybe we’re not looking hard enough.

DEAN
What do you mean?
SAM
I’d say we start looking into who these people are, maybe try to come up with some answers.
DEAN
How?
SAM
I can think of a couple of places to start.
DEAN
Like?
Dean shoots Sam a look. Sam shrugs, worth a shot.
INT. PSYCHOLOGIST OFFICE - DAY
The room is comfortable and homey. Psychologist JEFFREY HEMMING, middle aged and slimming, thumbs through the books in a grandiose bookshelf. Dean enters. Jeffery stops and diverts all attention on Dean.

JEFFERY
You must be John Connor.
DEAN
Guilty.
JEFFREY
Well take a seat John, I have a strong feeling we have a lot to talk about.
Dean glances over at the sofa, resistant to sit. His eyes dart over to Jeffrey in a way that reads no f***ing way. Jeffrey motions with his hand insisting for Dean to sit. Dean reluctantly takes a seat. Jeffrey sits on a chair opposite.
JEFFREY
What’s been on your mind lately?
DEAN
All of these bizarre deaths that have been occurring lately, where’s the reasoning behind it?
JEFFREY
Wish I could tell you, sometimes horrible things happen that are beyond our control.
DEAN
Everything’s beyond our control.
JEFFREY
Tell me John, do you believe in God?
Dean smirks, he laughs.
DEAN
If there is a God, he abandoned us a long time ago.
JEFFREY
Why do you say that?
DEAN
Look around you doc, the whole world’s falling apart. We need his help now more than ever and he’s nowhere to be found.
JEFFREY
It’s a little more personal than that though, isn’t it?
DEAN
What do you mean?
JEFFREY
I can sense an underlaying hatred in your voice John. What is it that has happened to you that would make you hate God? If there is a God...
DEAN
There’s not.
JEFFRY
Still...
DEAN
Let’s just say that bastard has been ruining my entire life.
JEFFRY
What do you mean by that?
Dean smirks.
DEAN
You’re good at this you know that.
JEFFRY
Well, I certainly hope so, it’s my job.
DEAN
Right.
JEFFRY
You still haven’t told me what you have against God.
DEAN
You want to know the real answer? God caused all those people to die during six twenty six. God killed my mother in a fire. God allowed my father to die. And, last but not least, God took my brother away from me.
JEFFRY
You’re brother’s dead?
DEAN
No, no, that would have been way too easy for him. Instead he gave him this curse that has broken down to the point that some times I can’t even recognize him. I try to hold strong, to be the good older brother, but no matter what I do - he always falls. I’m beginning to think I can’t do anything to save him.
JEFFRY
Save him, from what?
DEAN
From himself.
JEFFRY
And this makes you angry?
DEAN
You’re god damn right that makes me angry, Sammy, he’s - he’s the best guy I know and for God to allow this to happen to him. It’s just not right. I want my brother back. I want to know, I want to feel safe knowing that he won’t ever give in. He’s my responsibility, but where he’s going - I don’t if I can save him any more. And it’s really beginning to tear me apart. Why us? Why did God choose to do this to us? To my family? What did we ever do to deserve this?
JEFFRY
God works in mysterious ways.
DEAN
Bull crap! Mysterious ways is just an excuse, I want an answer. I’ve always wanted an answer. But it never comes. No matter how long I wait.

JEFFRY
So God abandoned you?
DEAN
My mother once told me that angels were watching over me right before she died. If that is true, why didn’t they prevent what happened?
JEFFRY
How does that make you feel, towards God?
DEAN
I hate him, with everything in me, I f***ing hate him.
Dean exhales, he leans back, his eyes dart around, then land back on Jeffry like a confused child.
DEAN
I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me.
JEFFRY
No need to apologize John, that’s what I’m here for.
Jeffry places his notes aside. Dean’s eyes land on them.
INT. THE BUGLE - BLACK ROOM - DAY
Photographs clipped on a hanging wire. Reporter/Journalist RAY MORGAN, in his late twenties, processes the photographs. The door opens, he turns to face Sam.
RAY
I’m sorry, but who are you?

Sam flashes his badge.
SAM
Craig Moore.
RAY
Wow a police officer, I didn’t do anything wrong did I? I mean all I am is the town journalist.
SAM
That’s why I’m here, we’ve been looking into the recent string of deaths--
RAY
You heard about that? Great story huh? I’m a little behind, want to nail it just right - you know?
SAM
Absolutely, so what can you tell me about the town residents here?
RAY
You mean the dead ones?
Sam notices that most of the photographs are rather grotesque and disturbing in nature. He pulls on his collar and nods.
RAY
Do I know why they died? Dude, if I knew that - I would have printed the story a long time ago. What do I look like? A mind reader? I don’t know more than half of them, kinda keep to myself, but at night - oh man, now that is why I moved here.
SAM
What happens at night?
Ray smirks, he doesn’t want to ruin the surprise.
RAY
You seriously don’t know?
Sam shakes his head, still off his guard.
RAY
(Wiggles eyebrows)
Ever wanted to go to Amsterdam?
SAM
Really?

RAY
What can I say man, the chicks around here are horny as hell. It’s great.
SAM
Is that what happened to Monica Davis? She was involved in this?
RAY
No way, she was screwing her gardener. Great piece though, right? The crowd loves that crap, seeing people’s lives fall apart. It’s truly unbelievable what these dirty little rascals are up to, you know?
Ray pats Sam in a “this is awesome” sense, Sam moves back.
RAY
Didn’t live long enough to see her fifteen minutes of fame though.
SAM
She’s dead?
RAY
Yeah, died the night before the paper went out.
Sam stares at the photographs, then over at Ray. Ray flashes a huge friendly smile. Sam cringes.
EXT. CATHEDRAL - DAY
A grandiose cathedral glistens in the afternoon sun.
INT. CATHEDRAL - DAY
The pews are evenly lined up. Ornate paintings cover the walls. White stone pillars arch up at the front. Adam walks through, he crosses himself. He hears the sound of a man talking in the back.
ADAM
Father Morris, I really need your help. Something’s going on. I’m scared father, I don’t know what to do anymore.
Adam stops, remains still. The sound of a door opening in the front behind the statue of Christ. A SMALL BOY, no older than ten, walks out with his shirt a wrinkled mess and tear stains in his eyes. Adam’s eyes track the young boy.
FATHER MORRIS, an aging priest, walks out. He notices Adam. Instantly he’s afraid that he might catch on.
FATHER MORRIS
Adam, what are you doing here?
Adam turns to face the priest, feeling betrayed by everything he used to hold true.
ADAM
Why was that boy crying father?
FATHER MORRIS
(Obviously lying)
He’s been having a tough time at school.
ADAM
You did something to him, didn’t you?
FATHER MORRIS
Don’t be absurd, tell me why you’re here my son.
Father Morris nears Adam. Adam pulls back, tears flow down his face - it’s useless!!!
ADAM
Not you, please not you too.
FATHER MORRIS
What are you talking about? Just tell me what’s on your mind Adam.
Adam feels like opening up, but he holds himself back and shakes his head.
ADAM
No.
Adam runs off, fast, wanting nothing more than to get out of there as fast as possible. Father Morris glances over at the statue of Jesus Christ with shame and pity in his eyes.
EXT. PSYCHOLOGIST OFFICE - DAY
Dean waits outside of the Office Building. The Impala pulls up. Dean gets in.
INT. IMPALA - CONTINUOUS
The Impala drives off. Sam glances over at Dean.
SAM
Find anything?
Dean remains uncomfortably silent. He shakes his head.
SAM
Ray knew nothing.
(Beat)
You took a while, what’d you talk about?
Dean’s hesitant to answer.
DEAN
Nothing.
Sam can tell there’s more to it, he doesn’t push it and chooses to remain silent.
DEAN
I hate him.
SAM
Who do you hate?
DEAN
(Pained)
God.
Dean stares out the window.

Sam wants to say something, but he can’t find the words. The brothers drive on in silence.
INT. PSYCHOLOGIST OFFICE - DAY
Jeffry stares out the window in deep concentration. Shadows move across his face, suddenly it morphs in a flash of a second into a grotesque demonic face akin to a rusting dried up corpse.
EXT. POLICE STATION - DAY
The Impala pulls into the parking lot of a small town police department.
INT. POLICE STATION - HALLS - DAY
The police station is filled with people of all ages, police officers wander around. The Winchesters stroll through.
Dean stops and turns to face one of the police officers standing next to a heavily tattooed man. The tattooed man flashes a toothy grin. The officer hands the man money, the man hands the officer a bag of weed. The tattooed man leaves.
INT. POLICE STATION - MAIN ROOM - DAY
Criminals are led around the station. The hunters are crowded around in the back watching on. Warren’s missing. The Winchesters enter and approach them.
GRETCHEN
This place is unbelievable.
SAM
Why do you say that?
GRETCHEN
The station’s corrupt, the criminal and law enforcement agencies are working together. Money, protection and other services being exchanged.
DEAN
Where’s Warren?
JAMES
He’s inside trying to find out information from the officer in charge.
DEAN
You let him go in alone?
JAMES
I trust my men, Dean. I know what they’re good at. Warren has this way about him, getting to the core of people. He’ll get what we need.
THE OX
How’s it going out there?
DEAN
We’ve got nothing.
NOAH
This whole town gives me the creeps, something’s off. I mean seriously, ever since we first arrived it’s been like the twilight zone.
SAM
Tell me about it.
Warren leaves the office in the back. The Hunters and Winchesters look his way, waiting for feedback.
JAMES
So, how’d it go?
WARREN
The guy knows absolutely nothing.
THE OX
You were back there for a while.
Warren shoots the Ox a look. The Ox holds his gaze.
WARREN
What do you expect? These guys are only looking out for numero uno, if it concerns them, they’re all ears. If it concerns someone else, you better look elsewhere.
JAMES
So, what we got is practically nothing?
Warren confronts James.
WARREN
I’d like to see you do better.
Dean holds Warren back.
DEAN
Wo, wo guys. Just, chill for a minute, alright?
GRETCHEN
We’re running out of time.
NOAH
She’s right you know, by the rate things are going. This whole area will be decimated before week’s end.
SAM
So where does that leave us?
WARREN
(Biting sarcasm)
With a town full of dead bodies.
DEAN
No crap.
James exhales, scans the precinct and looks over his team.
JAMES
We’re going to have to be more aggressive in how we go about this. It’s obvious no one here gives a damn about anything.
Warren smirks.
SAM
There has to be something we missed.
NOAH
Yeah, but what on Earth could that possibly be?
Sam and Dean are at an absolute loss.
INT. POLICE STATION - OFFICE - DAY
The office is void of any family pictures and memorabilia from over the years. It lacks any real thought put into it, just pure basics. The main OFFICER in charge takes a seat at his desk, his face morphs into the same demonic figure.
EXT. OLYMPUS STREETS - NIGHT
An expensive SPORTS CAR speeds through the desolate streets.
‘The Sinner in Me’ by Depeche Mode blares from the radio.
INT. SPORTS CAR - NIGHTCOREY MCGINNIS, a young man dressed in an Armani suit, keeps his eyes focused on the road. He talks on the phone through an ear-piece.
COREY
No, I’m telling you Kal, I need that merger made. You can’t do that? Well find some other god damn way then. I don’t care what it takes, we can’t lose out to some second rate company. Make it happen!
Corey hangs up.
COREY
What the hell do they take me for?
He tosses the ear piece aside.
EXT. MAIN STREETS OLYMPUS - NIGHTWOMEN and GIRLS barely dressed, like prostitutes, are everywhere. Some are having sex with guys right in the open. Ray is among them, scanning a TEENAGE GIRL. She parades around him, seductively rubbing her body against him. He smiles, liking what he sees.
RAY
You really know what you’re doing.
The teenage girl kisses him, Ray kisses her back.
INT. SPORTS CAR - NIGHTCorey keeps his eyes focused on the streets. He pulls down the car mirror and fixes his hair. The car speeds up.
COREY
You Corey, are one handsome devil.
Corey takes his hands completely off the wheel, fixing all attention on his personal appearance. The wheel starts to turn on itself. Corey doesn’t notice.
EXT. OLYMPUS TOWN - NIGHTRay dry humps the teenaged girl against the wall. The teenaged girl stops and stares forward.
RAY
What you doing babe?
The teenaged girl’s afraid. Ray hits her.
RAY
Talk to me!
The teenaged girl squirms, she wiggles out of his hold and runs. Ray turns to see her leaving in a hurry.
RAY
Slut.
Ray turns around to see the Sports Car rapidly approaching! The Sports Car RAMS into an overhead electrical pole. Corey dies instantly upon impact. Ray’s frozen in shock, the others run off in a hurry.
The electrical pole descends, Ray stares up. It SLAMS down into him. The end part IMPALES him upon impact.
One of the seductresses watches on from afar, her face warps demonic. She lets out an angry howl.
Slowly move back into a sky angle looking down on the humans below. Caught in their own personal hell as a BLINDING WHITE LIGHT encompasses the screen.
BLACK OUT!
END OF ACT TWO