Air Date: 7 Dec 2006

INT. CLINIC - NIGHT

In slow motion, we see Dean in a dim hallway, grimly turning towards a door and pulling out a g*n. He slides out the clip, taps it on the g*n, then replaces it. Inside the room, there is a Crater Lake poster on the wall. Below it is a young blond man (Duane) tied to a chair. Nearby are a young woman (Pam), a middle-aged woman (Dr. Lee), and a tough-looking black man (Mark). Duane looks up as Dean opens the door and enters, raising the g*n. At regular speed, Duane begins babbling.

Duane: No, no, no, no, no, you're not gonna... no, I swear! It's not in me!

Pam: Oh God. We're all gonna die.

Mark: Maybe he's tellin' the truth.

Dean: (advancing, cocking the g*n)

He's not him, not anymore.

Duane: No, stop it! Stop it! Ask her, ask the Doctor! It's not in me!

Dr. Lee: I just . . . I can't tell.

Duane: No, please, don't. Don't. I swear, I,

Dean: I got no choice.

Duane: (sobbing)

I swear, it's not in me, it's not in me! Don't, don't. Please!

Dean fires twice. The image distorts in a bright flash, and we close on...

INT. MOTEL ROOM - NIGHT

Sam, who is lying on the floor beside a motel bed and coming out of the vision. The door opens and Dean enters, chewing on jerky and carrying a six-pack of beer. Sam sits up, panting.

Dean: Sam?

Sam: No . . .

END Teaser

TITLE CARD: SUPERNATURAL

EXT. BLACKTOP - NIGHT

Dean is driving, Sam navigating with a GPS device which speaks directions.

GPS Voice: Continue on O-R Two-Two-Four West.

Sam: There are only two towns in the US named Rivergrove.

Dean: How come you're so sure it's the one in Oregon?

Sam has a flashback to the vision — the Oregon poster on the wall.

Sam: There was a picture. Crater Lake.

Dean: Okay, what else?

Sam: I saw a dark room, some people, and a guy tied to a chair.

Dean: And I ventilated him?

Sam: Yeah. You thought there was something inside him.

Dean: What, a demon? Was he possessed?

Sam: I don't know.

Dean: Well, all your weirdo visions are always tied to the Yellow-Eyed Demon somehow . . . so was there any black smoke? Did we try to exorcise it?

Sam: No. Nothing, you just plugged him, that's it.

Dean: Well, I'm sure I had a good reason.

Sam: I sure hope so.

Dean: What does that mean?

(b*at)

I mean, I'm not gonna waste an innocent man.

(Sam raises his eyebrows)

I wouldn't!

Sam: I never said you would!

Dean: Fine!

Sam: Fine! Look, we don't know what it is. But whatever it is, that guy in the chair's a part of it. So let's find him, and see what's what.

Dean: Fine.

Sam: Fine.

EXT. RIVERGROVE STREET - DAY

The Winchesters pull into town past a large billboard advertising Crater Lake. They pull up in front of a wooden shop; out front the older man from the vision (Mark) is cleaning a r*fle; he wears a short-sleeved blue shirt with a multi-pocket brown vest. Sam and Dean get out and approach him.

Dean: Morning.

Mark: Good morning. Can I help you?

Dean: Yeah.

(pulling out a badge)

Uh, Billy Gibbons, Frank Beard. U.S. Marshals.

Mark: What's this about?

Dean: We're looking for someone.

Sam: A young man, early twenties.

(he flashes to the vision)

He'd have a, a thin scar right below his hairline.

Mark: What'd he do?

Sam: Well, nothing. We're actually looking for someone else, but we think this young man could help us.

Dean: Yeah, he's not in any kind of trouble or anything; well, not yet.

(he glances down at Mark's left arm, which shows a distinctive tattoo)

I think maybe you know who he is . . . Master Sergeant.

(smiling)

My dad was in the Corps, he was a Corporal.

Mark: What company?

Dean: Echo-2-1.

Sam: So can you help us?

Mark: (hesitates)

Duane Tanner's got a scar like that. But I know him. Good kid, keeps his nose clean.

Dean: Oh, I'm sure he does. Um. You know where he lives?

Mark: With his family, up Aspen Way.

Dean: Thank you.

They leave; Mark frowns as he watches them go. Across the street, Sam bumps into a telephone pole and glances at it in passing. He stops; carved into the wood is a single word: CROATOAN

They approach the pole and Sam points at the word with a significant look.

Sam: Hey.

Dean: Croatoan?

Sam: Yeah.

(Dean looks at him blankly.)

Roanoke? Lost colony? Ring a bell? Dean, did you pay any attention in history class?

Dean: Yeah! sh*ts heard 'round the world, How bills becomes a laws . . .

Sam: That's not school, that's Schoolhouse Rock.

Dean: Whatever.

Sam: Roanoke was one of the first English colonies in America, late 1500s?

Dean: Oh yeah, yeah, I do remember that. The only thing they left behind was a single word carved in a tree. Croatoan.

Sam: Yeah. And I mean, there were theories — Indian raid, disease, but nobody knows what really happened. They were all just gone. I mean, wiped out overnight.

Dean: You don't think that's what's going on here, I mean . . .

Sam: Whatever I saw in my head, it sure wasn't good. But what do you think could do that?

Dean: Well, I mean, like I said, all of your weirdo visions are always tied to the Yellow-Eyed Demon somehow, so . . .

Sam: We should get help. Bobby, uh, Ellen maybe?

Dean: Yeah, that's a good idea.

Dean pulls out his cell phone, then frowns at it.

Dean: I don't have a signal.

Sam does the Same, shakes his head.

Sam: I don't either.

They walk to a pay phone, which Dean picks up; we hear the "out of service" beeping, and Dean clicks the receiver several times.

Dean: Line's d*ad.

(he hangs up)

I'll tell you one thing. If I was gonna m*ssacre a town, that'd be my first step.

EXT. Tanner HOUSE - DAY

The Impala is parked outside a cabin--like house in the middle of nowhere, and Sam and Dean approach the front. By the door is a small, tacky plaque that reads "BORN TO FISH; FORCED TO WORK". Sam knocks on the door, and a teenaged boy with dark spiked hair (Jake) opens it.

Jake: Yeah?

Dean: (flashing the badge)

We're looking for Duane Tanner; he lives here, right?

Jake: Yeah, he's my brother.

Dean: Can we talk to him?

Jake: Oh, he's not here right now.

Dean: Do you know where he is?

Jake: Yeah, he went on a fishing trip up by Roslyn Lake.

Sam: Your parents home?

Jake: Yeah, they're inside.

Mr. Tanner (inside)

Jake? Who is it?

Dean: (as Mr. Tanner appears)

Hi, U.S. Marshals, sir, we're looking for your son Duane.

Mr. Tanner: Wh-why? He's not in trouble, is he?

Dean: No, no, no, no. We just need to ask him a couple of routine questions, that's all.

Sam: When's he due back from his trip?

Mr. Tanner: I'm not sure.

Sam: Well, maybe your wife knows.

Mr. Tanner: No, I don't know, she's not here right now.

Dean: Your son said she was.

Jake: Did I?

Mr. Tanner: She's getting groceries. So, when Duane gets back, there's a number where he can get a hold of you?

Dean: Oh no, we'll just check in with you later.

They turn and walk down the steps as the Tanners shut the door behind them.

Dean: That was kind of creepy, right? A little too Stepford?

Sam: Big time.

Looking furtively about, they sneak around to the back of the house, crouching below a window. Cut to: INT. Tanner HOUSE - DAY

Beverly Tanner is tied to a chair and gagged; Jake comes around behind her, hands on her shoulders.

Jake: It's okay, Mom. It's not gonna hurt.

Mr. Tanner comes out of the next room with a kitchen Kn*fe. Jake stands in front of his mother and casually rolls up one sleeve; his father cuts into his arm and lets the blood drip onto a wound in Beverly's shoulder.

OUTSIDE, Sam and Dean arm themselves and kick down the back door. As they rush in, g*n raised, Mr. Tanner rushes at them with a Kn*fe; Dean sh**t him thrice in the chest. Jake jumps out the window, shattering glass, and darts off into the woods. Sam aims at him through the window but hesitates, giving him time to get away.

END ACT ONE

EXT. HOSPITAL - DAY

Beverly is in the back seat of the Impala; as they pull up in front of the clinic Sam helps her out and leads her to the door. Dean opens the trunk and looks around furtively.

INT. CLINIC - DAY

Sam leads Beverly inside; the clinic is quiet, dim, and empty.

Sam: Hello? Hello? We need a Doctor here!

The young woman from the vision (Pam) rushes out, concerned.

Pam: Mrs. Tanner, what happened?

Sam: She's been att*cked.

Pam: Doctor Lee?

Dr. Lee: (rushing in)

Bring her in.

Sam: Okay.

Pam leads Sam and Beverly into a back room, and Dr. Lee follows. Dean enters, carrying the (canvas-covered) body of Mr. Tanner hoisted over his shoulders.

Dr. Lee: Is that —

Dean: Mr. Tanner?

Dr. Lee: Was he att*cked too?

Dean: Uh . . . no, actually, he did the attacking and then he got himself sh*t.

Dr. Lee: sh*t?

Dean: Yeah.

Dr. Lee: And who are you?

Dean: U.S. Marshal. I'd show you my badge, but uh . . .

Dr. Lee: Oh. Sorry. Bring him back here.

INT. LAB - DAY

Beverly is seated on a stool with her shirt off; Dr. Lee sits across from her, treating the wound on her left shoulder.

Dr. Lee: Wait, you said Jake helped him? Your son Jake?

Beverly: (nodding)

They b*at me. Tied me up.

Pam: I don't believe it.

Dr. Lee: Pam. Beverly . . . do you have any idea why they would act this way? Any history of chemical dependency?

Beverly: No, of course not. I don't know why. One minute they were my husband and my son. And the next, they had the devil in them.

Sam and Dean are listening to this, and they share a look at her last words.

Dean: We gotta talk.

(they exit the lab)

Those guys were whacked out of their gourds.

Sam: What do you think? Multiple demons, mass possession?

Dean: If it is a possession there could be more. I mean, God knows how many, it could be like a friggin' Shriner convention.

Sam: Great.

Dean: Of course, that's one way to wipe out a town, you take it from the inside.

Sam: I don't know, man. We didn't see any of the demon smoke with Mr. Tanner, or any of the other usual signs.

Dean: Well, whatever. Something turned him into a monster. And you know if you woulda taken out the other one there'd be one less to worry about.

Sam: I'm sorry, all right? I hesitated, Dean, it was a kid!

Dean: No, it was an "it". Not the best time for a bleeding heart, Sam.

Dr. Lee stalks out of the lab, her heels clicking loudly on the floor.

Sam: How's the patient?

Dr. Lee: Terrible! What the hell happened out there?

Dean: We don't know.

Dr. Lee: Yeah? Well, you just k*lled my next door neighbor.

Dean: We didn't have a choice.

Dr. Lee: Maybe so, but we need the county Sheriff. I need the coroner . . .

Sam: Phones are down.

Dr. Lee: I know, I tried. Tell me you have a police radio in the car?

Sam: Yeah we do. But it crapped out just like everything else.

Dr. Lee: I don't understand what is happening.

Dean: How far is it to the next town?

Dr. Lee: It's about forty miles down to Sidewinder.

Dean: All right, I'm gonna go down there, see if I can find some help.

(clapping Sam on the shoulder)

My partner'll stick around, keep you guys safe.

Dr. Lee: Safe from what?

Dean: We'll get back to you on that.

EXT. BLACKTOP - DAY

Dean pulls up behind a wrecked car with Oregon plates that read "WTF 4C7"; he stops to investigate, carrying a g*n. The windows on the car are smashed and blood covers the seats; on the ground by the driver's side is a large bloody Kn*fe. He picks it up.

INT. CLINIC - DAY

Sam is leaning against a counter, staring at the body of Mr. Tanner. He begins pacing; Dr. Lee is nearby, looking at something in a microscope.

Dr. Lee: Huh.

Sam: What?

Dr. Lee: His lymphocyte percentage is pretty high. His body was fighting off a viral infection.

Sam: Really? What kind of virus?

Dr. Lee: Can't say for sure.

Sam: Do you think an infection could have made him act like that?

Dr. Lee: None that I've ever heard of. I mean, some can cause dementia, but not that kind of v*olence. And besides, I've never heard of one that did this to the blood.

Sam: Did what?

Dr. Lee: There's this . . . weird residue. If I didn't know better I'd say it was sulfur.

Sam: Sulfur.

EXT. BLACKTOP - DAY

Dean drives along the road to a bridge, which is blocked by a roadblock consisting of several cars and a half-dozen locals with g*n. One is Jake. He stops the car, frowning. Something bangs down on the roof of the car and he jumps; a man leans over into frame.

Dean: Oh-ho-ho. Hey.

Man: Sorry. Road's closed.

Dean: Yeah, I can see that. What's up?

Man: Quarantine.

Dean: Quarantine? What is it?

Man: Don't know. Something going around out there.

Dean: Uh-huh. Who told you that?

Man: County Sheriff.

Dean: Is he here?

Man: No. He called. Say, why don't you get out of the car and we'll talk a little?

Dean: (laughs nervously)

Well, you are a handsome devil, but I don't swing that way, sorry.

Man: I'd sure appreciate it if you got out of the car, just for a quick minute.

Dean: Yeah, I'll bet you would.

Dean puts the car into a quick reverse; the Man grabs his collar and is dragged along. The men at the roadblock begin f*ring, and Dean swings the car around, shaking the Man off and zooming away.

INT. CLINIC - DAY

Sam is staring intently at Beverly, still huddled on the stool in the lab.

Beverly: I don't understand. Are you saying my husband and Jake had a disease?

Dr. Lee: That's what we're trying to find out. Now, during the att*ck, do you remember . . . did you have any direct contact with their blood?

Beverly: Oh my God. You don't think I've got this virus, do you?

Dr. Lee: Beverly, I don't know what to think. But with your permission, we'll take a blood Sample.

Beverly nods and lays her hand gently on Dr. Lee's. Suddenly she grabs Dr. Lee's wrist and yells in rage, lashing out with her other hand. Sam advances on her and she tosses him against a glass cabinet, which shatters. She picks up a scalpel as he takes a f*re extinguisher from the wall; she advances on him, still yelling. He knocks her out.

EXT. TOWN ROAD - DAY

Dean is driving back into town; Mark steps into his path brandishing a r*fle, and he stops the car.

Mark: Hands where I can see 'em!

Dean: Okay!

Mark: Get out of the car! Out of the car!

Dean: (opening the door and getting out slowly)

All right, easy there, big guy.

As he stands, Dean pulls out a g*n and points it at Mark.

Dean: All right, put it down!

Mark: Lower it now!

Dean: Put it down!

Mark: Are you one of 'em?

Dean: No! Are you?

Mark: No!

Dean: You could be lying!

Mark: So could you!

Dean: All right! All right. We could do this all day, all right? Let's just uh, let's take it easy before we k*ll each other.

Mark: (relaxing slightly)

What's going on with everybody?

Dean: I don't know.

Mark: My neighbor . . . Mr. Rogers, he —

Dean: You've got a neighbor named Mr. Rogers?

Mark: Not anymore.

(Dean shakes his head)

He came at me with a hatchet. I put him down. He's not the only one, I mean, it's happening to everyone.

Dean: I'm heading over to the Doc's place, there's still some people left.

Mark: No, no way. I'm getting the hell out.

Dean: There's no way out, they got the bridge covered, come on.

Mark: I don't believe you.

Dean: Fine, stay here, be my guest.

Mark hesitates, then changes his mind. He pulls out a g*n and keeps it pointed towards Dean as he gets into the passenger's side; Dean still has his g*n up as well.

Dean: (muttering)

Well, this ought to be a relaxing drive.

INT. CLINIC - DAY

Dr. Lee is again looking through the microscope; Pam huddles against the far wall.

Pam: What if we all have it? What if we all go crazy?

Dr. Lee: You've got to stay calm. All we can do is wait. The Marshal's bringing help.

Pam: I can't, I . . . I've got to go.

Dr. Lee: Pam!

Pam: No, you don't understand. My boyfriend's out there, I gotta make sure he's okay.

She hurries out of the lab, and Sam follows her all the way to the lobby.

Sam: All right, wait, wait. Please. Look, I know you're upset, all right? But it's safer if you stay here for now. Help is coming.

We hear the Impala pull up outside.

Sam: There they are.

Dean (off-camera)

Sammy? Open up!

Sam opens the door to let in Dean and Mark; both are still armed.

Sam: Did you guys, uh, get to a phone?

Dean: Road block.

(to Mark)

I'm gonna have a word. Doc's inside.

Sam: What's going on out there, Dean?

Dean: Man, I don't know, I feel like Chuck Heston in the Omega Man, I mean, Sarge is the only sane person I could find. What are we dealing with, do you know?

Sam: Yeah. Doc thinks it's a virus.

Dean: Okay, great. What do you think?

Sam: I think she's right.

Dean: Really?

Sam: Yeah. And I think the infected are trying to infect others with blood-to-blood contact. Oh, but it gets better. The uh, the virus? Leaves traces of sulfur in the blood.

Dean: A demonic virus?

Sam: Yeah, more like demonic germ warfare. At least it explains why I've been having visions.

Dean: It's like a Biblical plague.

Sam: Yeah. You don't know how right you are, Dean. I've been poring through Dad's journal, found something about the Roanoke colony.

Dean: And?

Sam: Dad always had a theory about Croatoan. He thought it was a demon's name. Sometimes known as Deva or sometimes Reesha. A demon of plague and pestilence.

Dean: Well, that, that's terrific. Why here, why now?

Sam: I have no idea. But Dean, who knows how far this thing can spread? We gotta get out of here, we gotta warn people.

Mark (off-screen)

They've got one! In here!

Dean: (entering the next room)

What do you mean?

Sam: The wife. She's infected.

Mark: We've gotta take care of this. We can't just leave her in there. My neighbors, they were strong. The longer we wait, the stronger she'll get.

Dean barely hesitates before pulling out his g*n and stalking into the lab.

INT. LAB - DAY

Pam: You're gonna k*ll Beverly Tanner?

Sam: Doctor, could there be any treatment? Some kind of cure for this?

Dean: Can you cure it?

Dr. Lee: For God's sake, I don't even know what "it" is!

Mark: I told you, it's just a matter of time before she breaks through.

Pam: Just leave her in there, you can't sh**t her like an animal!

Dean: Sam.

They go to the door of the utility room, where Beverly is being held. Dean and Mark hold their g*n ready; Sam carefully opens the door, and Dean and Mark take up offensive positions. Inside, Beverly is huddled on the floor, knees drawn up. She jumps at their approach.

Beverly: Mark, what are you doing? Mark, it's, it's them! They locked me in here, they, they tried to k*ll me! They're infected, not me! Please, Mark! You've known me all your life! Please!

Dean: You sure she's one of 'em?

Sam nods, his face twisted in distress. As Mark pulls back, near tears, Dean steps forward and fires twice.

END ACT TWO

INT. CLINIC - NIGHT

The shades are drawn, and Mark peers through them cautiously. A few people are gathered outside. Behind him, Sam pulls out a hunting Kn*fe and checks the blade as Dean loads a g*n. In the lab, Pam has just dropped a vial of blood; she screams.

Pam: Oh god! Is there any on me? Am I okay?

Dr. Lee: You're clean, you're okay.

Pam: Why are we staying here? Please, let's just go!

Dean: No, we can't, because those things are everywhere.

Pam: (sinking down)

Oh god . . .

Dr. Lee: Hey, shh, shh.

Sam: (quietly)

She's right about one thing. We can't stay here. We've gotta get out of here, get to the Roadhouse? Somewhere. Let people know what's coming.

Dean: Yeah, good point. Night of the Living d*ad didn't exactly end pretty.

Mark: Well, I'm not sure we've got a choice. Lots of folks up here are good with r*fles — even with all your hardware we're, we're easy targets. So unless you've got some expl*sives . . .

Sam glances up at a shelf of medical supplies and gets an idea.

Sam: We could make some.

He goes to the shelf and takes down a bottle of Potassium Chloride; just then, someone starts pounding frantically on the front door. The Boys run out.

Duane (off-screen)

Hey! Let me in, let me in! Please!

Mark: It's Duane Tanner!

He opens the door and lets Duane in. He has a backpack and is limping.

Duane: Thank god.

Mark: Duane, you okay?

Dean: (quietly, to Sam)

That's the guy that I, uh, *clicks tongue*

Sam: Yeah.

Duane: Who else is in here?

Dean: (grabbing his arm)

Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, easy there, chief. Hey Doc! Give Duane a good once-over, would you?

Dr. Lee: (leading the group into the lab)

Pam?

Duane: Who are you?

Dean: Never mind who I am. Doc.

Dr. Lee: Yeah, okay.

Mark: Duane. Where you been?

Duane: On a fishing trip up by Roslyn. I came back this afternoon. I . . . I saw Roger McGill being dragged out of his house by people we know! They started cutting him with knives! I ran, I've been hiding in the woods ever since. Has anybody seen my mom and dad?

Dean: (turns to Sam, attempting a joking tone)

Awkward . . .

Duane is sitting on a stool; his left leg has a deep gash in it.

Dr. Lee: You're bleeding.

Dean: Where'd you get that?

Duane: I was running, I must have tripped.

Dean: Tie him up, there's rope in there.

Duane: Wait . . .

Dean: (pulling his g*n on Duane)

Sit down!

Mark: I'm sorry, Duane, he's right. We've gotta be careful.

Duane: Careful? About what?

Dean: Did they bleed on you?

Duane: No, what the hell? No!

Sam: Doc? Any way to know for sure, any test?

Dr. Lee: I've studied Beverly's bloodwork backwards and forwards.

Duane: My mom!

Dr. Lee: It took three hours for the virus to incubate. The sulfur didn't appear in the blood until then, so . . . no, there'd be no way of knowing. Not until after Duane turns.

Sam: Dean, I gotta talk to you. Now.

Dean glances at Mark, who nods. Dean and Sam leave the lab.

Mark: Sit in that chair.

INT. ANOTHER ROOM - NIGHT

Sam: This is my vision, Dean. It's happening.

Dean: Yeah, I figured.

Sam: You can't k*ll him, all right? Not yet. We don't know if he's infected or not.

Dean: Well, I think we're pretty damn sure. Guy shows up out of nowhere, he's got a cut on his leg, his whole family's infected?

Sam: All right, then we should keep him tied up, and we should wait and see.

Dean: For what? For him to Hulk out and infect somebody else? No thanks, can't take that chance.

He starts to push past Sam, who stops him with a hand on his chest.

Dean: Hey look, man, I'm not happy about this, okay? But it's a tough job and you know that.

Sam: It's supposed to be tough, Dean. We're supposed to struggle with this, that's the whole point.

Dean: What does that buy us?

Sam: A clear conscience, for one!

Dean: Well, it's too late for that.

Sam: (stopping him again)

What the hell's happened to you?

Dean: What?

Sam: You might k*ll an innocent man, and you don't even care! You don't act like yourself anymore, Dean. Hell, you know what? You're acting like one of those things out there.

Dean: Mm-hmm.

Dean pushes past Sam a third time; Sam tries to stop him again but Dean hurls him against the far wall. He goes back into the hall and locks the door behind him.

Sam: Hey!

(rattling the lock)

Open the damn door, Dean! Don't do it, Dean! Don't!

Dean is now in the hallway from the vision in the Teaser. He drops the clip out of the g*n and taps it against the butt, then replaces it. He opens the door to the lab and shuts it behind him; Duane is tied to the chair and Mark, Pam and Dr. Lee stand nearby.

Duane: No, you're not gonna . . . No, no, I swear it's not in me!

Pam: Oh God. We're all gonna die.

Mark: Maybe he's telling the truth.

Dean: No, he's not him, not anymore.

Duane: Stop it! Ask her, ask the Doctor! It's not in me!

Dr. Lee: I . . . I can't tell.

Duane: (sobbing)

Please, don't. Don't, please. I swear, it's not in me, it's not in me, I swear, I, I swear it's not in me. No, don't.

Dean: I got no choice.

The moment stretches on: Dean pointing the g*n at Duane with his finger hovering over the trigger, Duane sobbing, the others watching in tense silence. Dean trembles, hesitates, and finally lowers the g*n with a grimace.

Dean: Damn it!

Duane pants in relief as Dean leaves the room.

LATER: Dean and Sam are preparing expl*sives with rags and glass bottles. Dr. Lee enters, hands in her pockets.

Dr. Lee: It's been over four hours. Duane's blood is still clean. I don't think he's infected. I'd like to untie him, if that's all right.

Dean and Sam share a look; Sam nods, Dean lowers his head.

Sam: Sure. Yeah.

(she leaves)

You know I'm gonna ask you why.

Dean: Yeah, I know.

Sam: So why? Why didn't you do it?

Dean: We need more alcohol.

Sam gets up and goes into the dispensary and finds Pam already there.

Sam: How you holding up, Pam?

Pam: Good. It'll all be over soon.

She shuts the door and locks it; Sam, his back turned, doesn't notice.

Pam: In fact, I've been waiting for this the whole time.

Sam: For what?

Pam: To get you alone.

She lashes out and knocks him to the ground. She straddles his chest and hits him, hard, across the face. Outside the room, Dean and Mark hear the commotion and arm themselves. Pam has a scalpel in one hand, which she slices across Sam's chest and then across her own palm, placing her wound over his. Dean kicks the door open and sh**t her three times in the back. She convulses and falls to the floor. Sam reaches out a hand to Dean, who starts to lean over to take it; Mark pulls him back.

Mark: She bled on him. He's got the virus.

Sam pulls his hand back, realizing it's true; close on Dean's face, stunned, looking from Sam to Pam.

END ACT THREE

INT. LAB - NIGHT

Sam is now sitting on the stool, a bandage pressed to his chest. His eyes are down, and he looks near tears. The others surround him, Dean pacing angrily.

Dean: Doc, check his wound again, would you?

(pause)

Doctor!

Mark: What's she need to examine him for? You saw what happened.

Dr. Lee: Did her blood actually enter your wound?

Mark: Come on, of course it did!

Dean: We don't know that for sure.

Duane: We can't take a chance.

Mark: You know what we have to do.

Dean: Nobody is sh**ting my brother.

Duane: He isn't gonna be your brother much longer. You said it yourself.

Dean: Nobody is sh**ting anyone!

Duane: You were gonna sh**t me!

Dean: You don't shut your pie-hole, I still might!

Sam: Dean, they're right. I'm infected; just give me the g*n and I'll do it myself.

Dean: Forget it.

Sam: Dean, I'm not gonna become one of those things.

Dean: Sam, we've still got some time,

Mark: Time for what? Look, I understand he's your brother, and I'm sorry, I am. But we gotta take care of this.

Mark pulls out his g*n.

Dean: I'm gonna say this one time — you make a move on him, you'll be d*ad before you h*t the ground. You understand me? I mean, do I make myself clear?!

Mark: Then what are we supposed to do?!

Dean tosses Mark his keys.

Dean: Get the hell out of here, that's what. Take my car. You've got the expl*sives, there's an arsenal in there. You two go with him. You've got enough firepower to handle anything now.

Mark: What about you?

Sam: (after a b*at)

Dean, no. No. Go with them. This is your only chance!

Dean: You're not gonna get rid of me that easy.

Mark: No, he's right. Come with us.

(b*at)

Okay, it's your funeral.

He leads Duane and Dr. Lee out the door.

Dr. Lee: I'm sorry. Thanks for everything, Marshals.

Dean: Oh, actually we're not really Marshals.

Dr. Lee: Um. Oh.

She leaves, and Dean shuts the door behind her. He turns slowly to face Sam, who starts to cry.

Dean: Wish we had a deck of cards, or a foosball table or something.

Sam: Dean, don't do this. Just get the hell out of here.

Dean: No way.

Sam: Give me my g*n, and leave.

Dean: For the last time, Sam. No.

Sam: (slamming the table)

This is the dumbest thing you've ever done.

Dean: Oh, I don't know about that. Remember that waitress in Tampa?

(shudders)

Sam: Dean, I'm sick. It's over for me. It doesn't have to be for you.

Dean: No?

Sam: No, you can keep going.

Dean: Who says I want to?

Sam: What?

Dean crosses to the other wall and pulls a g*n out of his waistband before sitting on the file cabinet.

Dean: I'm tired, Sam. I'm tired of this job, this life . . . this weight on my shoulders, man. I'm tired of it.

Sam: So what, so you're just going to give up? You're just gonna lay down and die? Look, Dean, I know this stuff with Dad has —

Dean: You're wrong. It's not about Dad. I mean, part of it is, sure, but . . .

Sam: What is it about?

They hear a noise outside; a moment later there's a knocking on the door. Dean picks up both g*n and crosses to it; Dr. Lee is there. He opens the door.

Dr. Lee: You'd better come see this.

EXT. CLINIC - NIGHT

All five survivors are standing just outside the clinic; everything else in sight is deathly silent.

Dr. Lee: There's no one. Not anywhere. They've all just . . . vanished.

Close sh*t of a telephone pole into which is carved "CROATOAN".

INT. CLINIC - MORNING

Dr. Lee is looking through the microscope; Sam is seated on the exam table.

Dr. Lee: Well, it's been five hours and your blood's still clean. i don't understand it but I think you dodged a b*llet.

Sam: But I was exposed. How could I not be infected?

Dr. Lee: I don't know. But you're just not. I mean, you compare it with the Tanner Samples . . .

(she looks through another microscope)

What the hell?

Sam: What?

Dr. Lee: Their blood. There's no trace of the virus. No sulfur, nothing.

EXT. CLINIC - DAY

Mark and Duane are loading up a truck; Dr. Lee stands in the doorway of the clinic.

Duane: Hey, the Sarge and I are getting the hell out of here, heading south. You should come.

Dr. Lee: I'd better get over to Sidewinder, get the authorities up here. If they'll believe me. Take care.

Mark waves to her and to Dean and Sam, who are leaning against the Impala.

Dean: What about him?

Dr. Lee: He's going to be fine. No signs of infection.

Dr. Lee goes back inside as Mark and Duane pull away in the truck. Dean turns to Sam.

Sam: Hey man, don't look at me. I got no clue.

Dean: I swear, I'm gonna lose sleep over this one. I mean, why here, why now? And where the hell did everybody go? It's like they just friggin' melted.

Sam: Why was I immune?

Dean: Yeah. You know what? That's a good question. You know, I'm already starting to feel like this is the one that got away?

They get in the car and pull away from town.

EXT. BLACKTOP - NIGHT

Mark drives his pickup down a dark two-lane road; Duane is in the passenger's seat.

Duane: You mind pulling up ahead there?

Mark: All right.

He pulls onto the shoulder and stops the truck.

Duane: I gotta make a call.

Mark: No phone out here.

Duane: I got it covered.

He pulls out a small Kn*fe.

Mark: What the hell is that?

In a quick motion, Duane lashes out, slitting Mark's throat; he catches the blood in a metal bowl, just like the one Meg used to use. He sits back and dips his hand in the blood, swirling it around.

Duane: It's over, you'll be pleased. I don't think any more tests are necessary.

(b*at)

The Winchester boy, definitely immune, as expected.

(pause)

Yes, of course. Nothing left behind.

Close on Duane's face, whose eyes have gone demonic-black.

END ACT FOUR

EXT. BRIDGE - DAY

The Impala is parked by the side of a road, overlooking a river. Dean and Sam lean against a fence, drinking beer.

Sam: So. Last night. You want to tell me what the hell you were talking about?

Dean: What do you mean?

Sam: What do I mean? I mean you said you were tired of the job. And that it wasn't just because of Dad.

Dean: Forget it.

Sam: No, I can't. No way.

Dean: Come on man, I thought we were both going to die, you can't hold that over me.

Sam: No, no, no, no. You can't pull that crap with me, man. You're talking.

Dean: And what if I don't?

Sam: Then I guess I'll just have to keep asking until you do.

Dean: I don't know, man. I just think maybe we ought to . . . go to the Grand Canyon.

Sam: What?

Dean: Yeah, you know, all this driving back and forth across country, you know I've never been to the Grand Canyon? Or we could go to T.J. Or Hollywood, see if we can bang Lindsey Lohan.

Sam: You're not making any sense.

Dean: I just think we should take a break from all this. Why do we gotta get stuck with all the responsibility, you know? Why can't we live life a little bit?

Sam: Why are you saying all this?

Dean shakes his head, turning away.

Sam: No, no, no, no, Dean. You're my brother, all right? So whatever weight you're carrying, let me help a little bit.

Dean: I can't. I promised.

Sam: Who?

Dean: Dad.

Sam: What are you talking about?

Dean: (looking down)

Right before Dad died, he told me something.

(takes a breath, then looks at Sam)

He told me something about you.

Sam: What? Dean, what did he tell you?

END EPISODE

transcript by gelasius 12/08/06
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