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AC/DC's “Shook Me All Night Long” plays over general badassery of SAM and DEAN and the basic plot that Dean went to Hell because Sam couldn't stop it.

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NOW

We see quick flashes of Dean being tormented, his eyes flicking back and forth, his face covered in blood.

Cut to Dean in a dark place; he breathes heavily, flicks his lighter on. He is inside a wooden coffin.

DEAN
(extremely hoarse)
Help! Help! Help!

Dean pounds on the wood above his head; dirt rains down on his face. He continues to pound.

EXT. FIELD – DAY

In the middle of a grassy field, a simple wooden cross is planted. As we pan back, a HAND bursts out of the dirt, followed by another. It is DEAN, and he crawls his way out of the ground, groaning and gasping. He lays on his back, panting. He stands, looks around in the glaring sunlight. Around his crude headstone is a perfect circle of dead trees, laying on the ground as if an unearthly powerful blast had felled them.

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SUPERNATURAL

ACT ONE


EXT. A COUNTRY ROAD – DAY

Through hazy heat, DEAN walks down an empty road and approaches an abandoned gas station. He pounds on the door.

DEAN
Hello?

INT. GAS STATION – DAY

Dean rolls up his outer shirt over his right hand, breaks the glass on the door. Inside, he grabs a water bottle from a fridge and gulps at it, gasping. He finds a newspaper and sees the date, which reads:

Thursday, September 18th

DEAN
September.

INT – GAS STATION BATHROOM - DAY

DEAN washes his face in a dingy sink, then looks up and stares at his reflection. He wears a tight black t-shirt. Frowning, he stands, pulls the shirt up to expose his chest.

FLASHBACK: DEAN's chest is ripped apart by the Hellhounds (3.16)

PRESENT: DEAN stares at his unblemished, unscarred chest in the dingy gas station mirror. He turns his left shoulder to the mirror and pulls up the sleeve to reveal a large, raw HANDPRINT BRAND.

INT – GAS STATION MART – DAY

DEAN pulls snacks and energy bars from the shelves, along with several bottles of water, and stashes them in a plastic bag. Stopping in front of a magazine stand, he grins slowly. On the stand is an Adult Magazine - “Busty Asian Beauties”. He picks it up, smirks, flips through it, and stuffs it in the bag too.

He goes to the counter, sets down the bag, and hits a single button on the register, snapping his fingers in satisfaction when it pops open. As he's looting the cash, the TV to his left flicks on, showing only static. He shuts it off, only to have a radio to his right turn on to white noise. Not wasting a moment, he goes to another shelf and grabs a carton of salt, opens it, and begins to pour it along the windowsill.

A high-pitched single tone begins, and DEAN clutches his left ear in pain as he continues to pour salt with his right hand. As it continues, he drops the salt and crouches to the floor, groaning in agony. The window above his head shatters as the sound continues, and he drops to the floor. He leaps to his feet to try to escape, and more glass on the ceiling and walls shatters. He looks around cautiously.

EXT. PHONE BOOTH – DAY

DEAN dials a number, and hears only an alert tone.

RECORDED VOICE
We're sorry. You have reached a number that has been disconnected.

DEAN hangs up the pay phone and inserts another coin, dialling another number. It rings once, then is picked up.

BOBBY (V.O.)
Yeah?

DEAN
Bobby?

BOBBY (V.O.)
Yeah?

DEAN
It's me.

BOBBY (V.O.)
Who's “me”?

DEAN
Dean.

A dial tone sounds. Dean hangs up the receiver and dials again.

BOBBY (V.O.)
Who is this?

DEAN
Bobby, listen to me.

BOBBY (V.O.)
This ain't funny. Call again, I'll kill ya.

The dial tone again. DEAN hangs up the phone, turns. He sees an old, beat-up white car parked outside. His eyes light up; he hotwires the car and pulls away from the gas station.

INT. BOBBY'S HOUSE – DAY

To a pounding on the door, BOBBY'S hand appears to open it. On the doorstep is DEAN, looking winded and apprehensive. He smiles cautiously. BOBBY looks at him suspiciously.

DEAN
Surprise.

BOBBY
I, I don't...

DEAN
Yeah, me neither.
(He enters.)
But here I am.

Behind his back, BOBBY takes a silver knife. As DEAN approaches, BOBBY lunges forward and slashes at him. DEAN grabs his arm and twists it around; BOBBY breaks the grip and backhands him in the face.

DEAN
Bobby! It's me!

BOBBY
My ass!

DEAN
(shoves a chair between himself and BOBBY, holds his hands out)
Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait! Your name is Robert Steven Singer. You became a hunter after your wife got possessed, and... you're about the closest thing I have to a father. Bobby. It's me.

BOBBY lowers the knife, steps forward slowly. He places a hand gently on DEAN'S shoulder. Suddenly he slashes again, but DEAN quickly subdues and disarms him.

DEAN
I am not a shapeshifter!

BOBBY
Then you're a Revenant!

DEAN shoves BOBBY away, having taken the KNIFE. He holds it out in front of him.

DEAN
All right. If I was either, could I do this – with a silver knife?

DEAN rolls up his left sleeve, and, grimacing, slices his arm above the elbow with the knife. A line of blood appears.

BOBBY
(starting to believe it)
Dean?

DEAN
That's what I've been trying to tell you.

BOBBY breaks, grabbing DEAN in for a tight hug. DEAN returns the hug with enthusiasm, relief on his face. They pull apart.

BOBBY
It's... It's good to see you, boy.

DEAN
Yeah, you too.

BOBBY
But... how did you bust out?

DEAN
I don't know. I just, uh, I just woke up in a pine box...

Suddenly, BOBBY splashes water in DEAN'S face. DEAN pauses, spits.

DEAN
I'm not a demon either, you know.

BOBBY
Sorry. Can't be too careful.

They go further into the house, DEAN wiping his face with a towel.

BOBBY
But... that don't make a lick of sense

DEAN
Yeah. Yeah, you're preachin' to the choir.

BOBBY
Dean. Your chest was ribbons, your insides were slop. And you've been buried four months. Even if you could slip out of hell and back into your meat suit --

DEAN
I know, I should look like a Thriller video reject.

BOBBY
What do you remember?

DEAN
Not much. I remember I was a Hellhound's chew toy, and then... lights out. Then I come to six feet under, that was it. (BOBBY sits.) Sam's number's not working. He's, uh... he's not...

BOBBY
Oh, he's alive. As far as I know.

DEAN
Good. Wait, what do you mean, as far as you know?

BOBBY
I haven't talked to him for months.

DEAN
You're kidding, you just let him go off by himself?

BOBBY
He was dead set on it.

DEAN
Bobby, you should have been looking after him.

BOBBY
I tried. These last months haven't been exactly easy, you know. For him or me. We had to bury you.

DEAN
Why did you bury me, anyway?

BOBBY
I wanted you salted and burned. Usual drill. But... Sam wouldn't have it.

DEAN
Well, I'm glad he won that one.

BOBBY
He said you'd need a body when he got you back home somehow. That's about all he said.

DEAN
(suspicious)
What do you mean?

BOBBY
He was quiet. Real quiet. And then he just took off. Wouldn't return my calls. I tried to find him, but he didn't want to be found.

DEAN
Oh, damn it, Sammy.

BOBBY
What?

DEAN
Oh, he got me home okay. But whatever he did, it is bad mojo.

BOBBY
What makes you so sure?

DEAN
You should have seen the grave site. It was like a nuke went off. And then there was this... this force, this presence, I don't know, but it, it blew past me at a fill-up joint. And then this. (He strips his jacket, pulls up his sleeve to reveal the brand.)

BOBBY
(standing)
What in the hell?

DEAN
It was like a demon just yanked me out. Or rode me out.

BOBBY
But why?

DEAN
To hold up their end of the bargain.

BOBBY
You think Sam made a deal.

DEAN
It's what I would have done.

INT BOBBY'S HOUSE – DAY

DEAN (into the phone)
Yeah, hi, I have a cell phone account with you guys, and uh, I lost my phone. I was wondering if you could turn the GPS on for me. (pauses) Yeah. Name's Wedge Antilles. (pauses) Social is 2-4-7-4. (pauses) Thank you.

DEAN hangs up the phone and crosses to a laptop on the table.

BOBBY
How'd you know he'd use that name?

DEAN
You kiddin' me? What don't I know about that kid?

The laptop is open to a web browser; DEAN types in the address for ARC MOBILE.

DEAN
(picking up one of the many empty liquor bottles scattered around)
Hey, Bobby? What's the deal with the liquor store? What, are your parents out of town or something?

BOBBY
Like I said. Last few months ain't been all that easy.

DEAN
(holds his gaze for a moment)
Right.

The laptop beeps; the display shows a city map with a blue arrow pointing to a star. The locator reads:

Phone Location:
263 Adams Road
Pontiac, Illinois.

DEAN
Sam's in Pontiac, Illinois.

BOBBY
Right near where you were planted.

DEAN
Right where I popped up. Hell of a coincidence, don't you think?

EXT. ASTORIA MOTEL – NIGHT

DEAN and BOBBY walk down a dingy hallway and knock a door with the number 207 inside a red heart. The door is opened by a HOT YOUNG WOMAN with dark hair, wearing only a tank top and underwear. She looks at them expectantly.

HOT YOUNG WOMAN
So where is it?

DEAN
(looks at BOBBY, confused)
Where's what?

HOT YOUNG WOMAN
The pizza... that takes two guys to deliver?

DEAN
I think we got the wrong room.

SAM steps into the light. He is grim and focused, and wears a grey t-shirt and jeans.

SAM
Hey, is...

SAM stops dead when he sees DEAN. He swallows, shocked, his eyes flicking between DEAN and BOBBY.

DEAN
(quietly, with much feeling)
Heya, Sammy.

SAM is silent. DEAN steps into the room, ignoring the H.Y.W., who steps aside to let him in. As DEAN gets close, SAM pulls a knife and lunges at DEAN. H.Y.W. screams; DEAN blocks SAM'S attack and BOBBY pulls SAM off, gripping him around the shoulders. SAM struggles.

SAM
(shouting)
Who are you?!

DEAN
Like you didn't do this?!

SAM
Do what?!

BOBBY
It's him. It's him. I've been through this already, it's really him.

SAM
(stares at DEAN as the struggle slowly goes out of his body)
What...

DEAN
(advancing cautiously, staring at SAM)
I know. I look fantastic, huh?

BOBBY lets go of SAM, who looks on the verge of tears as he steps forward and pulls DEAN into a desperate hug. They embrace for several seconds, heavy with emotion, as BOBBY looks on with tears in his eyes. SAM pushes DEAN back to arm's length. H.Y.W. is looking on, looking confused.

HOT YOUNG WOMAN
So are you two like... together?

SAM
(like he's just remembered that she's there)
What? No. No. He's my brother.

HOT YOUNG WOMAN
Uh... got it. I... I guess. Look, I should probably go.

SAM
Yeah. Yeah, that's probably a good idea. Sorry.

EXT. MOTEL ROOM – NIGHT

SAM, now wearing a white button-down, opens the door to let the H.Y.W., now dressed in an adorable blue plaid shirt, out.

HOT YOUNG WOMAN
So, call me.

SAM
Yeah. Yeah, sure thing, Cathy.

HOT YOUNG WOMAN
(disappointed)
Christie.

SAM
Right.

She leaves, and SAM shuts the door.

INT. MOTEL ROOM – NIGHT

SAM comes back into the room and sits down. DEAN is standing above him, arms crossed. He and BOBBY are both looking at SAM suspiciously.

DEAN
So tell me, what'd it cost?

SAM
(smiling)
The girl? I don't pay, Dean.

DEAN
That's not funny, Sam. To bring me back. What'd it cost? Was it just your soul, or was it something worse?

SAM
You think I made a deal?

BOBBY
That's exactly what we think.

SAM
Well, I didn't.

DEAN
(intensely)
Don't lie to me.

SAM
I'm not lying.

DEAN
(advancing)
So what now, I'm off the hook and you're on, is that it? You're some demon's b*tchboy? I didn't want to be saved like this.

SAM
(standing, angrily)
Look, Dean, I wish I had done it, all right?

DEAN
(grabs SAM by the front of his shirt)
There's no other way that this could have gone down. Now tell the truth!

SAM
(breaking DEAN'S grip)
I tried everything. That's the truth. I tried opening the Devil's Gate. Hell, I tried to bargain, Dean, but no demon would deal, all right? You were rotting in Hell for months. For months, and I couldn't stop it. So I'm sorry it wasn't me, all right? Dean, I'm sorry.

DEAN
(relenting)
It's okay, Sammy. You don't have to apologize, I believe you.

BOBBY
Don't get me wrong, I'm gladdened that Sam's soul remains intact, but it does raise a sticky question.

DEAN
If he didn't pull me out, then what did?

END ACT ONE