Round Fourteen
EXT. MAIN STREET - DAY.
Sam and Dean are walking down a busy, packed city street, dressed in their 'federal agents' monkeysuits. Bickering, as usual.
They reach the door to the city morgue before they realise someone is calling for them.
They turn around to see a young woman on a pushbike. She stops a metre away.
MAX
Jam Pony messenger. I
have a delivery.
SAM
For us?
MAX
(reading clipboard)
For "two men dressed in
suits about to enter the
city morgue at
approximately 12:40p.m."
She checks her watch.
MAX (CONT'D)
12:39 close enough?
SAM
There must be some sort
of mis-
DEAN
What's in it?
MAX
I don't know, I'm just the
messenger. But the return
address is South Dakota.
Sign here, please.
The boys share a look before Dean shrugs and Sam signs the form.
Max hands over the package and hops back on her bike, whistling Looney Tunes as she rides away.
SAM
Dean, maybe we shouldn't-
Dean ignores Sam and rips the package open.
BOOM!
Covered in soot, their hair askew; the Winchesters decided to cancel their appointment at the morgue to go home, shower and replace the tatters that were the remains of their once seemingly pristine suits.
Around the corner, a certain bike messenger watches with a smile on her face.
MAX
That's all, folks.
She rides off.
End Round Fourteen - Dark Angel 1: Supernatural 0