Season Two

Episode One: In My Shadow

By Sci Fi Karis

Act One

 

OPEN TO:
EXT. UNKNOWN STREET CORNER – TELEPHONE BOOTH

JOHN WINCHESTER is standing inside the small booth, telephone pressed against his ear, concern in his features as the line rings. Sounds of traffic fill the air.

JOHN
Come on, Dean . . .

VOICEMAIL (O.C.)
Hey. It’s Dean. Leave a message.

JOHN
Dean. It’s me. Are you there?
(beat)
Dean . . . I . . .

John is clearly struggling with what he wants to say.

JOHN
Dean.
(beat)
I’m worried about you. Call me, will you?

Hurriedly, John hangs up the phone and leans his head against the glass of the booth, shoulders sagging.

CUT TO

INT. HOSPITAL – CORRIDOR

The hospital hall is pristine white. We see scores of nurses and doctors navigating the corridor. Several patients are also being transported through the corridor in wheelchairs or accompanied by hospital staff. We move along the corridor, weaving between people, then turn a sharp right into a more sparsely populated hall, briefly lighting upon a sign reading “Isolation Unit.”

Moving more slowly, we pan along the left side of the corridor, going past uniform rows of doors with small windows before lighting on room #444. A doctor is standing in front of the door with a clipboard in hand, writing. After a moment, he hangs up the clipboard next to the door, and moves away. We move up to the window to peer inside, moving through the glass to see a darkened room with a single bed and a lone occupant dressed in white patient’s garb. The patient has his head in his hands, but when he looks up we see that the patient is DEAN!

His eyes are haggard and lifeless, and he slowly stands and walks up to the door, peering outside, hands braced wearily on the doorframe.

We flash past him back out to the corridor and past all of the nurses and doctors in the hall, out to the main lobby of the hospital and zoom out the front doors. Turning quickly, we see that the hospital is not what we thought it was. Printed across the building in bold letters we read: NEW YORK PSYCHIATRIC WARD.

CUT TO BLACK.

SUPERNATURAL: IN MY SHADOW

INT. HOSPITAL

Dean leans against the doorframe, head bowed and eyes shut. He sighs and pulls back to sit on the bed, staring at the door.

FLASH CUT TO:
INT. MOTEL

Dean is sitting on the edge of one of the beds staring into space . . . remembering. He looks as though he has been crying. Blood smears his clothes and face, but it is not his. He holds a revolver in his right hand.

SAM (O.S.)
No!

Dean shakes his head and looks at the gun, turning it this way and that, contemplating. Slowly, he clicks the safety: on, then off. On and off. Over and over again.

SAM(O.S.)
No! Stop! Let him go!

DEAN(O.S.)
I’m not going to let you die.

CLOSE UP on Dean’s eyes, lifeless, cold.

CLOSE UP on the gun as Dean clicks the safety OFF.

FLASH CUT TO:
INT. HOSPITAL – DEAN’S ROOM

The door to Dean’s room opens and he looks up to see DR. HEITMEYER, an older man in his fifties with graying hair and a clipboard in hand.

HEITMEYER
How are we doing today?

DEAN
Fine. Absolutely fine. When are you going to let me out of this hellhole?

Heitmeyer pulls up a chair and sits across from Dean.

HEITMEYER
Well, we have some forms we have to go through. I’m going to need you to sign this.

He hands Dean a few sheets of paper and a pen on a clipboard, and Dean takes them, beginning to sign the sheets.

HEITMEYER
Are you sure you’re ready to leave?

DEAN
(Sarcastic)
Yes sir.

HEITMEYER
It’s just . . . tendencies like yours don’t just go away. It is possible to relapse. You know when that happens you need to come back right away.

DEAN
Next time I won’t let the neighbors hear my gun go off.
(beat)
I’m kidding, doc.

HEITMEYER
This isn’t to be taken lightly. I would prefer you stay a while longer. To go through something like you did . . . it’s a horrible thing.

DEAN
I’m fine.

HEITMEYER
It just doesn’t feel right.

Dean gives the doctor a “shut up and get to it” look and Heitmeyer pauses, taking back the clipboard that Dean has just signed. His demeanor abruptly changes as he puts on a false smile. Something is off. We get the sense that the doctor is uneasy.

HEITMEYER
Congratulations. You’re a member of normal society, now.

DEAN
Thanks, doc.

CUT TO:
EXT. HOSPITAL – STREET

Dean walks out the front door, the hospital garb gone, dressed in jeans, t-shirt, and jacket. He looks up at the NEW YORK PSYCHIATRIC HOSPITAL sign, shrugs, and keeps walking, mingling into the crowd on the streets.

PAN UP to reveal the streets of New York, busy with cars and people. Dean is indistinguishable in the crowd. Beyond the streets and tall buildings, the sun in setting.


FLASH CUT TO:
EXT. CEMETARY – MID DAY

Dean stands in the midst of headstones, fighting back tears, hands shoved in his pockets. PAN DOWN to reveal the headstone he is standing in front of, reading “Samuel Winchester, 1984-2006.”

CLOSE UP on Dean

DEAN
(whispers)
Why’d you do it, Sammy? Why?

VOICE (O.S.)
Because I had to.

Dean whirls to see Sam standing behind him, pale and covered in blood.

DEAN
Sam!

SAM
(accusing)
You fought for control for so long, Dean.
(beat)
This was just to show you that you weren’t in control.

Sam reaches out towards Dean with lightning speed, his fingers tightening around Dean’s throat as Dean yells –

FLASH CUT TO:
INT. MOTEL

DEAN
No!

CLOSE UP on Dean as he wakes up, startled, sweating, and disoriented. He runs his hand over his face, unnerved from his dream. He slowly gets up and heads to the bathroom.

INT. MOTEL – BATHROOM

Splashing water on his face, Dean looks up at his reflection and sees Sam standing behind his shoulder, covered in blood like in his dream!

He whirls to confront the image, but it is gone. Wearily, he sags against the sink, running ragged fingers through his hair.

DEAN
Sammy . . . why’d you have to leave me?

He slowly raises his head, looking at his reflection in the mirror. His eyes harden. Cold. The eyes of someone who has seen too much death.

CUT TO
EXT. NEW YORK STREETS – NIGHT

It is late. So late that only a few people roam the streets. Dean walks alone along a sidewalk, hands in his pockets, a cold look in his eye.

FLASH CUT TO:
INT. HOSPITAL – DOCTOR’S OFFICE

Heitmeyer is sitting at his desk with papers and files arranged in front of him. Dean sits across from him in hospital garb.

HEITMEYER
I just want to hear you talk. You can tell me anything you want. It all stays here.

DEAN
(beat)
Sometimes . . . sometimes I get angry.

CUT TO:
EXT. NEW YORK STREET – NIGHT

A middle aged homeless man sitting in a doorway spots him and leans forward, pushing a cup into Dean’s path.

HOMELESS GUY
Hey buddy, got any change?

Dean kicks the cup away, scattering the change.

HOMELESS GUY
(angry)
Hey!

FLASH CUT TO:
INT. HOSPITAL – OFFICE

Heitmeyer nods.

DEAN
(beat)
It’s more than that, though.

CLOSE UP on Dean.

DEAN
I get so angry I want to kill someone.

CUT TO:
EXT. NEW YORK – NIGHT

The homeless man leaps to his feet, enraged. Dean whirls on the guy as he comes towards Dean, his fists raised, angry.

FLASH CUT TO:
INT. HOSPITAL – OFFICE

HEITMEYER
Is the anger what spurred the suicide attempt?

DEAN
(beat)
Something’s wrong. I’m not in control.

CUT TO:
EXT. NEW YORK STREET – NIGHT

Without any second thought, Dean swipes a knife he carries from his belt and stabs the homeless man in the heart! The man drops without a sound, dead before he hits the pavement. Calmly, Dean wipes the blade on the man’s shirt, shoves it back in his belt, and continues on his way. CLOSE UP on Dean as the cold look in his eye is accompanied by a cruel smile.

 

CUT TO BLACK


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