PILOT
PART TWO
Jess walked out of the bathroom, quickly fastening her earrings. "Sam, get a move on would ya? We were supposed to be there like fifteen minutes ago! Sam! Ya coming or what?" Sam poked his head around the corner of the doorway and asked "Do I have to?" Jess smiled at him. "Yes. It'll be fun." She gave Sam a once over "And where is your costume?" Sam scoffed at her. "You know how I feel about Halloween."
Jess raised her glass, toasting Sam. "So, here's to Sam and his awesome LSAT victory." Sam shrugged it off. "All right, all right, it's not that big a deal." Jess rolled her eyes and came back with "He acts all humble, but he scored a 174." Sam's friend grinned and slammed down his shot glass. "Is that good?" he asked. Jess nodded. "It's scary good." He smiled. "See, there you go, you are first round draft pick. You can go to any law school you want." "Actually, I've got an interview here... Monday" Sam responded. "If it goes okay, I think I've got a shot at a full ride next year." "It's going to go great" said Jess encouragingly. "It better" said Sam. "So how does it feel to be the golden boy in your family?" his friend asked with an impish smile. "Ah, they don't know" Sam replied. "Don't know?!?" he asked. "I would be gloating! Why not?" Sam grinned. "Cause, we're not exactly the Brady's." His friend laughed it off. "And we're not exactly the Huxtable's. More shots!" he declared and walked off, as Sam and Jess replied with emphatic NO's.
Jess turned her attention to Sam. "Seriously, I'm proud of you and you're going to knock 'em dead on Monday and you're gonna get that full ride. I know it." Sam smiled gratefully at her. "What would I do without you?" "Crash and burn" Jess declared.
The sound of a crash brought Sam back to consciousness. He rolled over in his bed and saw that Jess was still sound asleep beside him. Then who is in my house? He thought. He climbed out of bed and went to inspect the house. He walked into his living room and saw a man's shadow. Who the hell... his thought trailed off as he tried to decide his best course of action. He charged the man, grabbing him from behind. The two exchanged blows for a minute, before the other man slammed Sam into the ground, pinning him there.
Dean laughed at his brother. "Whoa, take it easy there tiger." Sam looked at his brother as if he was the creature from the black lagoon. "Dean?" Dean laughed again. "You scared the crap out of me" Sam informed him. "That's cause you're out of practice" Dean replied. Quickly, Sam rolled, now pinning Dean beneath him. Laughing again Dean said "Or not... get off me."
The brothers got up. "Dean, what the hell are you doing here?" questioned Sam. "Well, I was looking for a beer" Dean responded. Sam gave him a look and slowly asked "What the hell are you doing here?" Dean nodded and said "Ok, all right, we gotta talk." Sam gave him the creature look again "Uh, the phone?" Dean glared at him. "If I'd have called, would you have picked up?"
Suddenly, the light flickered on. "Sam?" asked Jess. Sam walked over to her. "Jess, hey." He looked from Dean to Jess and back again. "Dean, this is my girlfriend, Jessica." "Wait. Your brother Dean?" asked Jess, looking more and more confused by the minute. Dean, however was preoccupied with Jess's nightshirt. "I love the Smurfs" he said. "You know" he went on. "I gotta tell you, you are completely out of my brothers league." "Just let me put something on" she said. She started to turn away, but Dean said "No, no, no, I wouldn't dream of it... seriously. Anyway, I gotta borrow your boyfriend here, talk about some private family business, but uhh... nice meeting you." Dean got ready to walk out but Sam stopped him. "No, no. Whatever you want to say, you can say it in front of her." Dean sighed and tried to figure out the best way to phrase the issue. "Okay. Ummm... dad hasn't been home in a few days." "So, he's working over time on a "Miller Time" shift. He'll stumble back in sooner or later." Dean rephrased. "Dad's on a hunting trip and he hasn't been home in a few days." A beat passed, then Sam said "Jess, excuse us. We have to go outside."
The brothers traipsed down the stairs. "I mean come on!" Sam shouted. "You can't just break in, in the middle of the night, and expect me to hit the road with you." Dean gave him an evil look. "You're not hearing me Sammy. Dad's missing. I need you to help me find him." Sam scoffed at him. "You remember the poltergeist in Amherst? Or the devil's gates in Clifton? He was missing then too. He's always missing and he's always fine." "Not for this long" said Dean with a frustrated tone. "Now are you gonna come with me or not?" "I'm not" Sam replied. Dean gave him a look of genuine confusion. "Why not?" "Because," said Sam. "I swore I was done hunting. For good." "Oh, come on. It wasn't easy, but it wasn't that bad." "Yeah?" said Sam trying to control his temper. "When I told dad I was afraid of the thing in my closet, he gave me a .45." "Well, what was he supposed to do?" Dean asked. "I was nine years old! He was supposed to say don't be afraid of the dark!" Sam snapped. "Don't be afraid of the dark?" asked Dean. "What are you kidding me? Of course you should be afraid of the dark. You know what's out there." "Yeah, I know," said Sam. "But still, the way we grew up after mom was killed, and dad's obsession to find the thing that killed her... but we still haven't found the damn thing, so we kill everything we can find." "And we save a lot of people doing it" Dean pointed out. "You think mom would have wanted this for us?" Sam asked.
They walked outside, nearing Dean's car, a black 1967 Chevy Impala. Sam wasn't quite finished. "The weapon training and the melting silver into bullets? Man, Dean, we we're raised like warriors." "So what are you going to do? You just gonna live some normal apple pie life? Is that it?" Dean accused. "No," Sam retorted. "Not normal, safe." "Is that why you ran away?" Dean asked him. "I was going to college. It was dad who said that if I was gonna go, I should stay gone. And that's what I'm doing." Dean nodded. "Yeah, well dad's in real trouble, if he's not dead already, I can feel it. I can't do this alone." "Yes, you can," Sam pointed out. Dean had to give him that. "Yeah. Well, I don't want to." Sam sighed. "What was he hunting?"
Dean opened the trunk and a case of guns and knives inside of it. He started to look through everything. "All right. Let's see. Where the hell did I put that thing?" Sam rolled his eyes and asked Dean "So, when dad left, why didn't you go with him?" "I was working my own gig. This voodoo thing down in New Orleans." Sam looked shocked to hear this. "Dad let you go on a hunting trip by yourself?" Dean paused in his rummaging to look at his younger brother. "Dude, I'm twenty-six."
Dean finally found what he was looking for. He pulled a piece of paper out of a book. "All right," he said. "Here we go. So, dad was checking out this two-lane blacktop outside of Jericho, California. About a month ago this guy," he handed Sam a newspaper clipping, "disappeared. They found his car, but he'd vanished, completely M.I.A." "So... maybe he was kidnaped," suggested Sam. He handed Sam more newspaper articles. "Yeah, well, there's another one in April, another one in December '04, '03, '98, '92. Ten of then over the past twenty years, all men, all same five mile stretch of road. Started happening more and more, so dad went to go dig around. That was about three weeks ago. I hadn't heard from him since, which is bad enough," Dean reached into his pocket and pulled out his cell phone. "Then, I got this voice mail, yesterday."
He played the voice mail for Sam. It was garbled and there was a lot of static, but it was clear enough to hear "Dean, something is starting to happen, I think it's serious. I need to try and figure out what's going on. Be very careful Dean, we're all in danger." Sam looked at Dean and asked "You know there's EVP on that?" Dean smiled. "Not bad, Sammy. Kind of like riding a bike isn't it. All right, I slowed down the message and ran it through a Gold Wave. Took out the hiss, and this is what I got." He replayed the voice mail. It's a woman's voice now. "I can never go home." "Never go home?" Sam repeated. Dean threw his things back into his trunk and shut the lid. "You know," he said. "In almost two years, I've never bothered you. Never asked you for a thing." Sam sighed, finally won over. "All right. I'll go. I'll help you find him. But I have to be back here first thing on Monday. Just wait here."
He started back for the house, but Dean's voice stopped him. "What's first thing Monday?" "I have this... I have an interview," Sam answered. "What, a job interview?" asked Dean. "Skip it." Sam shook his head. "It's a law school interview, and it's my whole future on a plate." "Law school?" asked Dean. "So, we got a deal or not?" asked Sam, refusing to budge.
Sam quickly packed his duffel bag. He put in a very wicked sharp blade, when Jess walked into the room. "Wait, you're taking off?" she asked. "Is this about your dad? Is he all right?" Sam nodded. "Yeah, you know, just a little family drama." "But, your brother said he was on some kind of hunting trip." Sam briefly got a deer-caught-in-headlights look. "Yeah. He's just deer hunting up at the cabin and he's probably got Jim, Jack, and Jose with him. We're just going up to bring him back." "What about the interview?" asked Jess? "I'll make the interview," Sam told her. "It's only for a couple of days." He headed towards the door. "Sam, I mean please, just stop for a second. You sure you're okay?" "I'm fine," said Sam. Jess sighed. "It's just that... you won't even talk about your family and now, you're taking off... in the middle of the night... to spend the weekend with them. And with Monday coming up, which is kind of a huge deal..." she trailed off. "Hey, everything is gonna be okay. I will be back in time, I promise," said Sam. He planted a kiss on her and walked out the door. "At least tell me where you're going!" she shouted after him.