10.01 Black (transcript)
Written by: Jeremy Carver
Directed by: Robert Singer
Air Date: October 7, 2014THE ROAD SO FAR
[Pat Benatar's "Heartbreaker" plays over the recap]
TEASER
[We open on someone's hands suspended above their head with chains. The camera pulls back to reveal what appears to be a woman, bleeding from several wounds]
DAR
I heard the rumors. I said "no, that can't be." A Winchester, one of us? But it's true, isn't it? Whatever soul you had; whatever boy scout code you cuddled up to at night; it's all gone. Leaving what? Look at you!
[The camera pans around to reveal: surprise, it's SAM, holding a bloody knife]
SAM
Where is Crowley?
DAR
Eat me.
[SAM nods and smirks, hesitates, then steps forward and plunges the knife into DAR's stomach]
SAM
One more time! Where is Crowley?!
[SAM twists the blade as DAR moans in pain]
SAM
Where's my brother?
DAR
I don't know!
SAM
Then you're going to call somebody who does!
[SAM cuts DAR's neck and holds a cup to it to catch the blood]
DAR
No one knows! They won't answer!
SAM
Make the call!
DAR
We're under orders!!
SAM
Make the call!!
DAR [crying]
Please!
[SAM drops the cup and grabs DAR's face and screams at her]
SAM
Where's My Brother?!!??!!!
ACT ONE
[Exterior of Men of Letters Bunker. Now inside, we pan over the table with books on "Demonic Possession" and "Rituals of Human Possession" amid stacks of files and papers. SAM is on the phone]
SAM
Right, right; so, no noticeable crop failures, no mass cattle deaths, nothing?
VOICE [on phone]
No, nothing on the radar, nothing on the scope. I'd say that's a good thing.
SAM
No...yeah, yeah, yeah, you're right. I hear you, Mike. Thanks. That is a good thing. Alright, well keep me posted if anything does pop up.
MIKE
Alright. Watch yourself, Sam.
SAM
I will. You got it. Thanks.
[SAM hangs up the phone. We notice that his right arm is immobilized in a sling. Cut to SAM slowly washing his face with his one good hand, and staring into the mirror. Cut to a police scanner on a desk, more open books, and SAM researching crop conditions on his laptop. More time passes; SAM opens the door to Dean's bedroom and turns on the light. He picks up a folded note from Dean's pillow, which reads "SAMMY LET ME GO." Cut to SAM now in the kitchen, with breakfast and a cup of coffee, still researching on his laptop. Something catches his eye: a page about a "Missing Ohio Man Found Slain in Wisconsin." He snatches up his phone and dials}
[Interior of a crappy motel room. We look down upon CASTIEL lying in bed, half-wearing a robe. His phone lights up and starts to vibrate on the nightstand next to him.]
CASTIEL
Sam. Hello.
SAM
I think I might have found something.
CASTIEL
Oh good, good. [coughs several times painfully]
SAM
Cas? You there?
CASTIEL
It's okay, I'm...um...I'm okay. Go...go on. [coughs more painfully]
SAM
Alright, get this. A "John Doe" who was murdered in Wisconsin a week ago turns out to be this guy named Drew Nealy who went missing from religious order in Northern Ohio...okay?
CASTIEL
Yeah? [more coughing]
SAM
Now, Drew Nealy had been missing for 3 years. Killed his wife, his kids...just disappeared. I know it's thin, but...if this guy was possessed...
CASTIEL
That would make him the first [another coughing fit]
SAM
The first lead, the first anything we've seen in... [Sam stops himself, hearing CASTIEL's nonstop coughing]
CASTIEL
[coughs] Sorry.
SAM
Actually...you know what...now that I'm looking at this more I think I uh...I think I jumped the gun here, buddy.
CASTIEL
No, Sam, you said it was something.
SAM
Yeah...uh...it's...it's not. I was wrong, sorry.
CASTIEL
I can help.
SAM
Cas...we tried that.
CASTIEL
Sam...you can't blame what that demon did to your shoulder on me; you were out of...
SAM
I'm not, I'm not blaming anything on you. What happened, happened, and...you need to be worrying about yourself. I really shouldn't have bothered you.
CASTIEL
How are you, Sam?
SAM
Good. I'm alright. I'm just...tired, you know. Be better when we get him back...after...after I kick his butt.
CASTIEL
I miss him.
SAM
Yeah.
CASTIEL
Why would he just disappear?
SAM
Who says he had a choice?
CASTIEL
Well then, who wrote the note? If there's any chance...any chance at all that Dean is still...
SAM
Still...even remotely Dean?
[SAM sadly hangs up the phone, as does CASTIEL. The somber music gives way to the sounds of Right Said Fred's "I'm Too Sexy," and we then cut to DEAN, singing karaoke.]
DEAN [singing badly]
I'm too sexy for my love; too sexy for my love; love's going to leave me.
[The crowd is booing DEAN's terrible singing. DEAN, like honey badger, don't care. He smiles at a waitress, ANNE-MARIE. She acknowledges him with a smile as she walks by. We see that CROWLEY is sitting at a table in the bar, talking to two other men]
DEAN [singing even more off-key]
I'm too sexy for my shirt. Too sexy for my shirt, so sexy it hurts. And I'm too sexy for Milan; too sexy for Milan, New York and Japan!
GIRL IN CROWD
Turn it off!!
DEAN [taking a swig from his beer bottle]
Everybody!
[Cut to DEAN in bed, rolling off of ANNE-MARIE, both naked except for the bedsheet and very satisfied]
ANNE-MARIE
Okay. Wow! What time is it? Daryl's going to kill me if I'm late from my break again.
DEAN [reaching over to look at the clock]
Oops. Heh-heh-heh.
ANNE-MARIE [sits up and hurriedly gets dressed]
Damn! I told you to hurry it up! But then you had to go and do that thing with the...thing.
DEAN
Oh, you mean that thing that you were begging me for?
ANNE-MARIE
Begging you to hurry it up, maybe.
DEAN
Well, let's not argue about good sex.
ANNE-MARIE
It was good, wasn't it?
DEAN
Mmm hmm...just uh...don't get too excited, you know. Or too attached...cause I'm just...rollin' through.
ANNE-MARIE
You know, there's about a million other ways you could have said that.
[The door suddenly opens; it's a perturbed-looking CROWLEY]
DEAN
Woah!
CROWLEY
Woah? What's going on here?
DEAN
What's it look like?
CROWLEY
In my bed?
DEAN
What? [looks around, shrugs] Oh yeah...heh heh.
CROWLEY
Jerk.
DEAN
Bitch.
ANNE-MARIE
Get a room, you two.
CROWLEY
Had a room...until you two soiled it.
ANNE-MARIE
Love you, Crowley.
CROWLEY
Love you more...sweetheart.
ANNE-MARIE
Anne-Marie...jackass.
CROWLEY
Knew that.
DEAN [stands up after pulling on just his shirt]
Heh.
CROWLEY
Pants?