Supernatural Page #5

(anyway--)

It’s only been a week. Maybe he’son radio silence.

DEAN:

You know him. Not for this long.

SAM:

So. What’s your plan?

DEAN:

(taken aback)

Our plan is that we shag ass toSanger, California and find Dad.

Sam’s emotions bubble and roil beneath the surface. But for

now, he keeps them to himself.

SAM:

Look, whatever’s going on here, Dad

can handle it. He eats this kind

of thing with his Wheaties.

DEAN:

Um. What don’t you understand? We

have to find him. You have to help.

SAM:

...why do you need my help?

DEAN:

He’s your father. You’re his son.

What more do you need? We’re

supposed to be family here--

SAM:

News to me-

DEAN:

No way you’re bringing that up now.

SAM:

He tossed me out on my ass. And

you practically locked the door

behind me-

DEAN:

I seem to remember a few choice

phrases coming out of your mouth

that night-

14.

SAM:

--and I haven’t heard word one from

you guys in, what, a year? That

sound like family to you?

Dean lays his cards out.

DEAN:

You know. You’re even more of a

selfish, stuck-up, hair-gelled punkthan I remember.

SAM:

Oh. Am I?

DEAN:

Yeah. I mean, I know things have

been rocky lately, but still...

he’s Dad. And after everything

he’s done for you...

SAM:

Everything he’s done for me?!

DEAN:

Yes-

SAM:

All he’s done for me, us, is set

the land speed record for f’d up

childhoods!

DEAN:

Don’t be overdramatic-

SAM:

Dean. When I told him I was scared

of the thing in my closet, he gave

me a .45!

DEAN:

Well, what was he supposed to do?

SAM:

He was supposed to say-- ghost

stories are just stories! He was

supposed to say-- don’t be afraid

of the dark!

DEAN:

But... you should be. You know

what’s out there in the dark. You

should be friggin’ terrified.

15.

SAM:

I know. But still...

DEAN:

Sammy, should I be prepping for a

point here anytime soon?

SAM:

The point is... I never asked for

it. The occult homework. And

melting the silver into bullets.

And the family roadtrips-- hunting

down all those freaky-ass things.

I never wanted any of it...

DEAN:

You can’t pick your family.

SAM:

No, but I can live my own life.

And all our gory dysfunction-- I

buried it, man, I swore I was done

with it. For good.

DEAN:

You know as well as I do. Nothingstays buried.

Beat. Sam wills himself to believe-

SAM:

Look. Dad’ll be okay. He’ll be

home in a few days. You’ll see.

DEAN:

He’s in real trouble, if he’s not

dead already. I can feel it, and I

know you can too.

(then)

So the only question is: you coming

with me or not?

OFF Sam, torn and conflicted-

INT. SAM’S APARTMENT - BEDROOM - NIGHT

Jessica sits on the bed. Waiting for Sam. When he enters.

And begins to throw clothes into a backpack.

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