Episode Twenty-Three: Dead End

By Dean5339

Act One

We open to a wide array of stars twinkling in the night sky. A CAR speeds by overhead. We TRACK with it as it shoots past the screen revealing a DESERTED HIGHWAY.

INT. CAR

A WOMAN, beautiful and young, in her mid to late twenties, is at the wheel. EXTREME CLOSE UP on her eyes. Frightened. Darting constantly to the right.

WOMAN
I… just wanted to tell you how much I loved you.

Tears form in her eyes.

WOMAN
Bye.

Pan back to reveal that she was talking on a cell phone. She hangs up the phone and passes it to her right. A MAN’S HAND reaches out and GRABS the cell phone.

MAN (O.S.)
Pull over.

WOMAN
Please… don’t…

The woman looks towards the man.

POV. WOMAN
He is completely hidden in shadows. Only his cold unremorseful blue eyes are visible. He picks up a shining dagger, moonlight reflects off of it.

WOMAN
No… don’t… not now…

MAN
Death is an inevitable part of life.

The man forces her to stomp her foot on the gas... he then proceeeds to runs the dagger down the woman’s cheek.

MAN
One that everyone must face, sooner or later…

WOMAN
Who are you?

MAN
Just the messenger.

The man SLASHES the woman’s throat and blood spurts out. The man takes out a cloth and wipes the blood off her. He tucks the cloth into his raincoat and steps out. Disappearing into the night.

EXT. DESERTED HIGHWAY

WIDE SHOT of the car, blood splattered against the window.

SUPERNATURAL: DEAD END

Open to the WIDE SHOT we left off at in grayscale. PAN BACK to reveal Sam reading the newspaper, looking down at the image of the crime scene.

INT. DINER

Dean takes a bite out of his hamburger. He notices that Sam hasn’t taken a bite out of his food.

DEAN
Not hungry?

SAM
Hmm?

Dean motions towards the uneaten food.

SAM
Yeah, hey, check this out. I think it might be right up our alley.

Sam hands Dean the newspaper. Dean skims through the article. Looks back up at Sam and shrugs.

DEAN
So?

SAM
There’s over a dozen women, just like her. I don’t know man. Something just doesn’t feel right about this whole thing.

Awkward silence.

DEAN
You think there could be more?

Sam looks at Dean, curious and knocked off guard.

DEAN
You know, that Azazel wasn’t the only one- that there’s others, out there somewhere that we don’t even know exist.

SAM
I don’t know.

DEAN
Yeah? Me neither.
(beat)
But, man the very notion of there being something worse out there than the demon really bugs the hell out of me.

Dean sighs, looks back down at the paper and then towards Sam.

DEAN
So, want to check out that crime scene?

Sam nods, looking at Dean, concerned.

EXT. ROUTE 66 (FUEL BY METALLICA)

The Impala drives down a long stretch of road. The crime scene comes into view.

INT. IMPALA

Dean glances ahead and notices it. He looks at Sam, ready. He pulls the Impala over to the side of the road.

EXT. CRIME SCENE

They get out, approach the crime scene, making their way through the yellow tape. A crime DETECTIVE, late 40s, approaches them.

DETECTIVE
Excuse me, this is a closed off crime scene.

Dean and Sam show the detective their fake badges.

DEAN
What happened?

DETECTIVE
This morning a college graduate on his way home called us with a tip. Said that there was a car just off of the road, had blood splattered against the windows.

DEAN
Did he see anything else?

The detective shakes his head no.

DETECTIVE
That was all.

SAM
Who was she?

Dean wanders off towards the car, looking it over with a black light.

DETECTIVE
Molly Witwicky, single, late twenties.

SAM
What’s going on here, detective?

DETECTIVE
Best bet, a serial killer. This is the sixth woman to be murdered this month alone.

CLOSE UP on Dean’s expression as he notices something on the inside door handle.

DETECTIVE
All showed signs of the same M.O. Slashed throat, killed inside of the car, no visible signs of a struggle, and no fingerprints other than those of the victim.

POV. DEAN
We see fingerprint markings that are only visible under the black light, definitely not human.

DETECTIVE
And I highly doubt this is some kind of suicidal cult.

Dean approaches Sam and the Detective.

DEAN
No. Of course not.

SAM
Any idea on how he chooses his victims?

The detective shakes his head no.

DETECTIVE
No. Unfortunately at this time the murders appear to be completely random.

DEAN
You said you found no fingerprints other than that of the victim?

The detective nods.

DETECTIVE
Yeah, why?

Sam looks at Dean, also caught off guard.

DEAN
Just making sure I got it right.

Dean bumps up against Sam as he walks off. Sam follows him. They stop beside the Impala.

SAM
What is it?

DEAN
I checked. There were fingerprints and not just those of the victim.

SAM
Wait, how?

DEAN
Let’s just say, whatever it is, it’s not human, neither dead nor alive. Something else. Something new. In between.

Sam glances back over at the Detective surveying the crime scene.

SAM
A demon?

Dean looks away, back at Sam, and shrugs.

DEAN
I don’t know.

Sam nods, taking it all in. Maybe Dean was right. They walk back towards the crime scene.

DEAN
Can you let us know if any new information comes in?

DETECTIVE
Will do.

The detective notices that Sam is looking somewhat nauseous.

DETECTIVE
You okay?

Sam nods.

SAM
Just one of those days.

DETECTIVE
You sure?

SAM
Yeah.

Sam and Dean walk off. Enter the Impala and drive away. CLOSE UP on the detective watching the Impala fade into distance. A cruel and sadistic grin spreads across his face.

INT. IMPALA- NIGHT

Sam looks at Dean, focused on the road.

SAM
Are you sure it’s a demon?

DEAN
I don’t know what it is. Its prints were- distorted. I’ve never seen anything like it.
(beat)
Something’s going on here. Whatever it is, it's killing women and doesn’t seem to be slowing its pace.

EXT. DESERTED ROAD- NIGHT

The Impala speeds past the screen and turns into the parking lot of a nearby hotel.

INT. HOTEL- MAIN LOBBY

Dean and Sam stand by the main reception desk. The receptionist rings them through.

RECEPTIONIST
Two beds?

DEAN
Two beds.

Dean turns towards Sam.

DEAN
It’s going to kill again. Soon. For all we know, tonight. We’ve gotta find out how to track this sucker down man, bastard’s all over the grid.

The receptionist hands Dean the keys. He takes them and heads for the exit.

SAM
Yeah, but how?

Dean looks at Sam, worried. No idea.

INT. HOTEL ROOM

Sam is busy, working on the laptop, scanning through past news articles. Dean looks out the window, seeing the full moon above. He glances back over towards Sam. Remembering...

INT. TRAIN- CAR 5- FLASHBACK

Sam approaches Dean. CLOSE UP Dean drops the Colt.

SAM
A brother’s love.

Sam laughs.

SAM
How pathetic.

Dean begins to hover in the air, blood gurgles out of his mouth. Sam telekinetically SHOVES Dean against the wall of the train car.

SAM
You were actually willing to die for me.

Sam shakes his head no and paces the room.

SAM
What makes you think I need your protection?

DEAN
You’re not yourself. The Demon…

SAM
The Demon? You haven’t figured it out yet have you?

Sam grins.

INT. MOTEL ROOM

Dean looks at Sam, concerned. Conflicted on whether or not it was time to tell him the truth. The truth about what really happened that night.

INT. TRAIN- CAR 5- FLASHBACK

Sam approaches the telekinetically pinned Dean.

SAM
It’s not the Demon. This is who I am.

Dean shakes his head no.

SAM
I was chosen. Me… my kind… we will bring in a new day.

DEAN
Sam… please, it’s not too late. We can help you.

SAM
Help me? You never helped me. You only held me back!!!

Sam telekinetically THROWS Dean against the wall of the train.

INT. MOTEL ROOM

CLOSE UP on Sam staring towards the laptop, lost in thought.

JOHN (V.O.)
It would be best if Sam never knew what happened.

Dean looks at his brother, battling his urge to tell him everything.

JOHN (V.O.)
What the demon said, what the demon knew… Sam can never find out.

SAM
I think I found something.

Dean snaps to.

DEAN
Speak to me Sammy, what is it? I’m all ears.

SAM
The victims were killed along the same long stretch of road.
(beat)
Problem is, it winds from Chicago to LA.

DEAN
Get your kicks on Route 66.

FADE TO:
[b]EXT. ROUTE 66- NIGHT (PSYCHO MAN BY BLACK SABBATH)[/b]

A car speeds through the empty highway.

INT. CAR

CLOSE UP on the gas gauge. Near empty.

EXT. ROUTE 66

The car pulls into a small out of the way gas station. A woman in her early thirties gets out of the car. Enters the gas station.

INT. GAS STATION

She approaches the main desk.

FADE TO:
EXT. GAS STATION

The woman fills the car up with gas. Puts the nozzle back in it’s place and enters the car. She drives off.

EXT. ROUTE 66

The car continues to speed along the highway.

INT. CAR

She keeps her eyes focused on the road. ANGLE UP towards the rearview mirror to see the killer in the backseat. Staring. Eyes cold and impassionate. He takes out his dagger and quickly presses it up against the woman’s neck.

MAN
Drive.

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