26: Into The Fire
camera tracks through the sewers. Green slimes runs
underneath. We begin to hear splashing noises coming
from the other end of the tunnel. Dean and Sam run through
the tunnel, towards the screen, from the opposite end.
We track with them. Their flashlights the only source
Explain to me again, what we’re doing down here…
All of the victims had one thing in common. They were
all found in or around sewer grates.
Don’t you find that at least a little bit peculiar?
Dean thinks it through- nothing…
Whatever it is, whatever is killing these people, it
comes from the sewers. It’s down here, not up
Dean and Sam continue to walk through
the sewers. We hear splashing noises, loud, sounds like
Easy there, tiger, no reason to go stomping around like
the big friendly giant.
It’s not me.
Yeah, sure it’s not.
Seriously, Dean, it’s not me.
Dean and Sam stop moving and look around.
The splashing continues.
See, I told you it was in the sewers.
Sam snickers and shakes his head no.
We look down the sewers. All of a sudden we see a figure
walk past the screen on two legs! Humanoid, but something
definitely is off.
Dean glances towards Sam.
Dude, you see that?
Sam nods. They cautiously walk further
down the sewers. We finally come to an intersection
in the sewers. Dean turns to his left.
Went this way.
He takes out his gun and loads it.
They walk further into the sewers. We begin to hear
heavy breathing noises.
Do you hear that?
Dean nods, Sam takes out his gun. Quiet.
Too… a blur of a figure jumps down from above,
TACKLING Dean to the ground. Sam approaches it. BANG!
The creature throws its arm back and Sam HURTLES through
the air. BANG! BANG! BANG! Bullets bounce off of the
reptilian hide. Dean reaches into his pocket and pulls
out a Bowie Knife he stabs it into the reptilian flesh
of the creature. ZAP!!! The creatures ROARS in agony
and runs off. Dean gets up, patting himself down. Sam
approaches Dean from afar and takes a deep breath.
Thanks for your help back there, really appreciate it.
sighs and shakes his head no.
If you didn’t notice, whatever that was- sent
me flying like a rag doll.
Out of practice, need to get into shape.
Oh yeah? It tackled you to the ground.
That’s entirely different.
Dean shrugs, matter of factly…
Took me by surprise.
So, did you get a good look at that thing?
Definitely gives alligators in the sewers a whole new
meaning- doesn’t it?
So… it’s gone.
Sam looks towards Dean, curious. Dean
yanks out another homemade device. Looks like a walkie-talkie
with a compass inside of it. Sam raises his eyebrow.
What’s that thing?
Sam rolls his eyes and laughs.
Nothing- just looks really… complicated.
Trust me. It works.
Sam looks at the device and back towards
Man, can you stop looking at me like I’m five
Dean and Sam waddle through the sewer.
Dean glances at the device, the compass arrow points
Are you sure you know where it is?
Dean glances down towards the arrow.
He shrugs, it has to be right.
ROAR!!! Dean nods and shrugs
Dean and Sam proceed further down into
Dean glances over. We see it, two cold
reptilian eyes staring towards them from the darkness.
How do we kill it?
Dean takes out his dagger, runs his
hands over the blade and stares back towards the creature
of the sewers.
Slice its throat.
Dean makes the notion of slicing a
throat with the dagger.
Only thing that works on this son of a bitch…
Dean slowly approaches the creature
in the distance.
SSDD… stay right where you are, stay…
The creature runs off into the darkness.
Couldn’t make this easy could you?!
Dean runs after it. Sam follows close
behind. They come to a dead end.
Where is it?
I don’t know Sam, alright…
Dean glances down towards the device.
He raises his eyebrows confused.
What is it?
CLOSE UP on the arrow pointing backwards.
It’s behind us, isn’t it?
Sam and Dean slowly turn around to
come face to face with the lizard man.
The lizard man ROARS in their face,
strong gusts of wind. CLOSE UP on Dean gripping onto
Did anyone ever tell you how bad your breath is?
SLICE! The Lizard Man plummets. Dead.
Dean glances towards Sam. RING… RING… RING…
Dean and Sam both check their cell phones.
Dean. Great. Do you know how long I’ve been trying
to reach you?
Who is this?
Easy there partner, we're on the same team. De-Kaz...
called your dad, he told me… well, his voice mail
told me… to call you if we have a problem.
We have a problem. I’ll meet you in Jose’s
Bar, in 3 nights, Chicago. We have a lot to talk about.
The man hangs up.
Who was that?
An old friend of dad’s.
INTO THE FIRE
JOSE’S BAR (SHIPPING UP TO BOSTON BY DROPKICK
ESTABLISHING SHOT of Jose’s Bar.
The sun sets just behind it, creating a beautiful- yet
eerie- red sky.
Dean and Sam walk through the bar.
Where the hell is he?
We see a handsome guy, late twenties,
wearing a black bomber jacket and jeans approach them.
This is RYAN.
Dean. Sam. Wondered how long it would take you guys
to get here.
Dean and Sam turn around.
You’re the one that called me?
You sound surprised.
Well, I was expecting someone…
Older? Yeah. I tend to get that a lot.
Ryan nods and extends his hand
Name’s Ryan, my last name sucks- so let’s
just leave it at that, shall we?
They approach the bar.
You said you knew our father.
I wish!!! No, I heard about your father. My old man
and John hunted a couple of times back in the day. Said
John was the best hunter he ever knew, a modern day
Sorry to disappoint. But, we’re not heroes- we’re
Don’t be too modest Dean, I heard you’re
quite the hero yourself.
Louie, three rounds.
LOUIE nods as he sets to work and passes
them three beers.
You said you needed our help?
Alright, no small chit-chat? I get the picture…
Ryan hands them a newspaper article.
Last night Doug Kelling, father of two, died of a bizarre
case of spontaneous combustion.
And there you have it.
It’s strange, but it happens.
Strange? Yes. Widespread academic? I think not.
Yeah. That’s the tenth death like that all week.
I don’t know what it is, but something’s
Any visible point of attack? Location. Family. Anything?
Not that I was able put together, at least not yet…
just like the fire it’s…
Ryan nods and shrugs
Figured you two could help me find out what exactly
has been happening here for the past couple of days.
Ryan hands Dean and Sam a disk.
A virus… no, actually it’s just files of
the case. Everything you need to know is on that disk.
Quite… so, I already got the motel reservations
for the Red Robin just down the street. Free of charge.
Call it my way of thanking you for coming all the way
And on such short notice as well.
Dean and Sam nod
Well, it’s getting late. Have to go burn the midnight
oil. I’ll call you first thing tomorrow.
They exit the bar.
EXT. JOSE’S BAR
Ryan approaches his Pontiac GTO.
That’s your car?
Ryan takes out his keys, tosses them
up into the air and catches them.
You’re damn well right this is my car.
Ryan pats the Pontiac on the top.
You’ve got good taste.
What car do you drive?
Chevy Impala 67’.
So, I’m off…
gets into the car. REVVS the engine and drives away.