*possible last scene*
BONNET OF THE IMPALA-EARLY EVENING/EARLY TWILIGHT- EMPTY CARPARK NEXT TO THE DARK ROLLING SEA.
THE BROTHERS ARE BRUISED ANDBATTERED, BLOOD STAINS ARE STREAKED ON THEIR SHIRTS. THEY SIT DOWN ON THE BONNET. HIS HAND IS PRESSED FIRMLY TO HIS ABDOMEN. DEAN WINCES AS HE BENDS DOWN TO PULL A BEER OUT OF THE COOL BOX AND HANDS IT TO SAM.
S: (concerned) You okay?
D: (smiles weakly) Yeah, sucker got the jump on me. I owe you one for that. I'll deal with it after this (He gestures to the beer in Sam's hand).
THEY VISIBLY RELAX. SILENCE ENCOMPASSES THEM AND ALL THAT CAN BE HEARD IS THE SEA AND THE OCCASIONAL GULL.
SAM STIRS GENTLY.
Sam fumbles in his back pocket then passes Dean a small package, wrapped neatly in the previous day's newspaper. The corners are neatly taped.
D: (confused) What's this Sammy?
S: Just open it.
Dean pulls the paper free and the item inside falls into his hand.
D: Where did you get this?
Camera pans in on his open palm. The Samulet is there.
Sam and Dean share a meaningful look.
S: (Uncomfortably) Cas gave it to me before..(his eyes divert downwards) before he..
D: (words catching in his throat) Thank you Sam. I-I love it.
He places the samulet over his head and looks down at it wincing again. Sam takes a swig of beer. Dean looks at him smiling then looks out towards the ocean's horizon.
S: (Smiles briefly then his view shifts downwards towards the blossoming blood patch over Dean's abdomen) Dean. (Dean doesn't respond; he is still looking out towards the horizon) Dean. (He looks at him fearfully, puts down his beer bottle next to him.)
D: (faintly) It's just a scratch Sam, it'll stop (inhales) soon.
S: Dean, that's not a scratch. (Jumps off the bonnet) Dean, we need to get you to a hospital.
D: (weakly) Bitch.
S:(instinctively) Jerk.
Sam gathers up the assorted selection of guns and rushes round to the Impala's boot. He throws them carelessly into the boot. Placing them in their correct compartments quickly. He stops momentarily and glances round the edge of the car at Dean's still figure still sat on the bonnet on the bonnet.
S:Dean get in the car! (He then gives up sorting the and slams the boot closed.)
S: Dean, seriously get in the car now. (faintly) Dean? (Running to the front of the car) DEAN!
Dean's eyes are open but his head is hung low. His arms hang motionlessly beside him.
Sam grabs his brothers shoulders and shakes him. Dean's head rolls towards Sam. Blood is running out of his mouth.
D: (Labored breathing) It'll stop soon... Sam. (Coughs and closes eyes)
S: Dean! Look at me. LOOK AT ME!
CUT TO SAMULET.
D: (opens eyes slightly, spluttering) Thank you, Sam...I.. I love it..
CAMERA ZOOMS OUT DEAN IS LAID BACK ON THE IMPALA WINDSCREEN WHICH IS SMEARED WITH HIS BLOOD. ONE OF SAM'S HANDS IS PRESSED TO DEAN'S BLEEDING STOMACH, THE OTHER IS PRESSED ONTO DEAN'S FOREHEAD.
S: Dean. DEAN! (Looks around wildly at the emptiness of the carpark) HELP! SOMEONE. Dean. Oh no. DEAN!
Fade to black.
The words on the screen read:
KRIPKED.
