Supernatural is solely the genius creation of Eric Kripke, however in a dream reality I would spend my days writing Supernatural scripts. So Eric, if you're reading, I'm available!
CAFE -
SAM and DEAN WINCHESTER sit at a table. Dean munches on fries drenched in ketchup while Sam scans the newspaper. "What you got?"
Sam drops the paper onto the table. "Missing girl."
"You got anything else? I don't mean to be funny but the last missing person's case we had you nearly got yourself eaten. So you can't blame me for being a little reluctant. I say we head to California and go help Britney Spears exorcise her demons." Dean grins.
But Sam isn't laughing. Dean sobers up. "Spoilsport."
Sam ignores him.
"Alright. Any demonic signs, crop patterns, unusual behavior before she disappeared?"
"No"
Dean goes back to his fries. "Then its just a regular missing person. That's the cops job. Not ours."
"I don't know Dean."
"What's to know?" Dean says with his mouth full.
Sam turns the paper around so that Dean can see the photo. Its the same blonde girl from earlier. Melanie Tanner.
"Cute"
"Dean."
Dean grins.
"Look closely."
Melanie wears a unusual crucifix around her neck. Dean drops his half-eaten burger back on the plate and pulls the paper closer. "Well I'll be"
"Exactly"
Dean perks up. "You think we'll dealing with a cult? Mind control. Kinky sex games"
"Ritualistic killings. Dean this is serious. Melanie's been missing a week. If it is a cult abduction then she could just be the first."
Dean thinks that over. "Alright. Lets go check it out."
COLLEGE CAMPUS -
Dean and Sam talk to students. Decked out in suits and ties. They flash their fake ID. This time they're impersonating police officers.
They meet up at the fountain.
Sam raises an eyebrow. "Anything?"
"Nope. You?"
"Same."
Dean watches a trio of pretty students walk past. They look at Dean and giggle. Dean nods back. "They might know something."
"Dude, they're freshmen."
"Got to cover all angles Sam. All part of the job." Dean strides over to the girls. Sam shakes his head, he can't help but smile.
MOVIDA NIGHT CLUB -
Flashing lights. Music pulsates. Young, scantily clad writhing bodies. Dean checks out the club with interest. Sam motions to the bar where a pretty brunette sits. CHELSEA. She knocks back tequila and flirts with the barman.
Sam looks at Dean. "Hardly the grieving best friend."
Sam doesn't approve. Dean does. She's stunning. "Let me handle this."
"Just try and remember why we're here okay?"
"Of course, I'm a professional." Dean grins as he heads for the bar. Leaving Sam alone, but not for long.
Sam stands out in this crowd. And the girls like that. He's soon surrounded by hot college girls. Sam swallows. He's uncomfortable with the attention.
The girls try to get him to dance with them. Sam quickly joins Dean at the bar.
"Chicken." Dean laughs at Sam's discomfort.
Sam orders a cold drink. It's getting a little hot in there.
Chelsea smiles at Sam flirtatiously. "Hi I'm Chelsea."
Sam's smile is short and strictly business.
"This is my brother Sam."
Her face lights up. "Brothers? Do I get a two for one deal?"
Dean laughs. Sam gets straight to the point. "So you knew the girl that went missing, Melanie Tanner?"
Chelsea looks bored. Everyone keeps asking her the same question. "Yeah"
"You're not worried that she's missing?"
"She's a big girl, she can take care of herself." She smiles at Dean suggestively. "And so can I."
Dean nods. He's sure she can.
Sam takes over. "So you were the last person to see her?"
"Aren't I the lucky one?"
"Did she say anything about leaving town?"
"Look, she probably hooked up with some guy. She'll show up in a few days." Chelsea pulls Dean close. "I'll tell you what, why don't we lose groucho here and the two of us go back to my place."
Dean is up for it. Sam coughs. Dean sighs. "I can't. Got an early start."
"Too bad."
Dean watches her walk away. He whacks Sam in the arm.
"Ouch. What was that for?"
"Killjoy."
Sam and Dean exit the nightclub.
"Well that was a waste of time."
"What did I tell you? This one's for the cops Sam".
Dean watches as a petite blonde climbs into the passenger seat of a black truck. A heavily tattooed man climbs into the drivers seat. The truck drives off.
"Looks like everyone getting some action except us. I say we head to Fort Lauderdale. Spring Break. Pool parties. Skimpy bikini's. What do you say?"
Sam sighs. "Fine."
"You're agreeing with me?" Dean's surprised.
Sam shrugs. Dean grins. "Alright!"
BLACK PICKUP TRUCK -
The petite blonde and her tattooed boyfriend fight. She wrestles with the door handle. "Let me out! I want to get out!"
"Don't be stupid."
"Don't call me stupid! I mean it. Let me out. Let me out of this freaking car!"
He slams on the brakes. "Fine!"
The truck comes to a screeching halt. She falters for a moment. She didn't think he would really do it. But she won't back down now. "Fine!"
She climbs out. So does he. "Come on babe, I'm sorry okay. Get back in the car." She walks away from him.
"Get back in the damn car!"
"Don't tell me what to do!"
"Its late. I'm tired, you're tired, lets just go home."
"I'm not going anywhere with you."
He grabs her arm. She pulls away. "Let go of me!"
He puts his hands up. "Fine! If that's what you want."
The door slams and he speeds off.
She swallows. She starts to take in her surroundings. The road is empty. Quiet. And totally dark.
She takes a deep breath. Nervously scanning the thick forest growth that banks the road. She walks quickly. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea.
A OWL HOOTS. She jumps. "Shit." She laughs nervously.
She looks behind her. Hoping to see her boyfriend's car but the road is empty. She takes out her cell. But there's no reception.
In the distance she can see the lights of the town. She's relieved she's nearly home. She just has to cross the bridge.
We can hear an engine running in the background. She spins around. "I knew you'd come back for me."
The words die out on her lips. Its not him.
She shields her eyes from the intense glare of the headlights. Then there's that noise that a bus makes when it comes to a stop, a kind of whooshing sound.
Then the lights go out.