Suburban Neighborhood, Night
May 15, 2006
A man drives down the street, into his garage and turns off the engine. A close up of the Michigan number plate. The garage door starts winding down by itself and he looks at it, confused. His car doors then self-lock. He struggles but cannot open them. The ignition key turns by itself, and the engine starts. Exhaust smoke begins filling the garage. The man struggles to turn off the engine to no avail. The radio flicks on. The man begins to cough.
"Help. Somebody help me!" the man yells.
By now the smoke is very thick and he keels over, unconscious.
Inside, Night, Motel Room
Laila POV
Sam starts up from his bed, suddenly wide awake. He looks across to where Dean is sleeping peacefully. Sam sits a moment, then moves into action, flipping on the light switch and shaking his brother.
"Dean. Dean." Sam shakes Dean.
The moment Dean stirs, Sam rises and starts gathering his things.
Dean rubs his eyes. "What are you doing man, it's the middle of the night." Dean tells Sam.
Dean raises himself on his elbows.
"We have to go." Sam says, waking us all up.
"What's happening?" Dean's immediately alert but not alarmed.
"We have to go. Right now." Sam tells us.
Sam grabs his bag and walks out.
I groan, not wanting to get up from the bed.
Inside of Impala, Night
Sam POV
Dean is driving, I am on the phone.
I am reading from a Michigan State Police ID. "McCreedy. Detective McCreedy. Badge number 15A. I've got a signal 480 in progress, I need the registered owner of a two-door sedan, Michigan license plate Mary-Frank-six-zero-three-seven. Yeah ok, just hurry." I tell the people over the phone.
"Sammy relax. I'm sure it's just a nightmare." Dean tells me.
"Yeah, tell me about it." I tell Dean.
"I mean it. Y'know, a normal, everyday, naked-in-class, nightmare. This license plate, it won't check out. You'll see." Dean says.
"It felt different Dean. Real. Like when I dreamt about our old house. And Jessica." I tell Dean.
"Yeah, that makes sense. You're dreaming about our house, your girlfriend. This guy in your dream, you ever seen him before?" Dean asks.
A horn honks, and I know it's Lorelai. "No." I speak.
"No. Exactly. Why would you have premonitions about some random dude in Michigan." Dean says.
"I don't know." I speak.
"Me neither." Dean says.
"Yes, I'm here." I say to the person on the phone. I listen, glare at Dean, then pick up his pen.
"Jim Miller. Saginaw, Michigan. You have a street address? Got it. Thanks." I speak.
I hang up phone. "Checks out. How far are we?" I ask Dean.
"From Saginaw? Coupla hours." Dean tells me.
"Drive faster." I tell Dean.
Outside, Night, Jim Miller's House
The Impala, Jaguar, and Porshce cruise to a stop, we see the Emergency vehicles and someone on a stretcher being zipped into a body bag. We turn to each other in the car, Dean concerned, I'm upset.
Outside, Jim's House
May 16, 2006
Lorelai POV
Dean approaches the watching crowd.
'What happened?" Dean asks a woman.
"Suicide. Can't believe it" the woman tells Dean.
Sam comes up behind and stands on the woman's other side. "Did you know them?" Sam asks her.
"Saw him in every Sunday at St Augustine's. He always seems...seemed, so normal. I guess you never know what's going on behind closed doors." the woman says.
Dean stares straight ahead. "Guess not." Dean tells the woman.
"How did...ahh. How are they saying it happened?" Sam asks the woman.
"I heard they found him in the garage, locked inside his car with the engine running." the woman says.
"Do you know about what time they found him?" Sam asks.
"Oh, it just happened about an hour or two ago. His poor family. I can't even imagine what they're going through." the woman says.
A woman stands on the front step of the house, crying and leaning against a middle-aged man. Two young men stands behind them, looking distraught.
Sam watches, grimacing, then turns to walk away. Dean notices and follows him back to lean against the Impala's bonnet.
"Sam, we got here as fast we could." Dean tells Sam but I still smack Dean.
"Not fast enough. It doesn't make any sense man. Why would I even have these premonitions if there wasn't a chance, I could stop them from happening?" Sam asks.
"I dunno." Dean says. This time, Laila smacks Dean.
Sam shakes his head and sighing. "So, what do you think killed him?" Sam asks Dean.
"Maybe the guy just killed himself? Maybe there's nothing supernatural going on at all." Dean says and both Laila and I smack Dean.
Sam shakes his head. "I'm telling you; I watched it happen. He was murdered by something Dean. I watched it trap him in the garage." Sam tells Dean.
'What was it, a spirit, poltergeist, what?" Dean asks Sam.
Sam gets a little worked up. "I don't know what it was. I don't know why I'm having these dreams; I don't know what the hell is happening Dean." Sam tells Dean.
Dean stares at Sam for a long moment.
"What." Sam says.
Dean shrugs. "Nothing. I'm just, I'm worried about you man." Dean tells Sam.
"Well, don't look at me like that!" Sam tells Dean.
Dean looks away. "I'm not looking at you like anything." Dean tells Sam. Dean glances back. "Though I gotta say, you do look like crap." Dean tells Sam.
"Nice. Thanks." Sam tells Dean.
Dean moves to open the car door. "Come on, let's just pick this up in the morning. We'll check out the house, talk to the family." Dean tells Sam as Laila and I get in our cars.
"Dean, you saw them, they're devastated. They're not going to want to talk to us." Sam tells Dean.
Dean thinks. "Yeah, you're right. But I think I know who they will talk to." Dean tells Sam.
"Who?" Sam asks.
Dean smirks
Outside, Day, Miller House
Laila POV
May 17, 2006
Dean's hand (wearing his silver ring) reaches out to a doorbell. Sam's hair is slicked back neatly.
Sam sighs. "This has gotta be a whole new low for us." Sam tells Dean.
Dean turns to smirk at Sam, then looks back at the door.
The Man comforting Ms. Miller on the step the night before opens the door. Sam and Dean are dressed as priests in black suits.
"Good afternoon. I'm Father Simmons, this is Father Frehley. We're new junior priests over at St Augustine's, and our sisters in blood. May we come in?" Dean asks.
The man nods.
Dean enters. "Thanks." Dean says.
"We're very sorry for your loss." Sam tells Roger.
"It's in difficult times like these when the Lord's guidance is most needed." Dean tells Roger.
"Look, you wanna pitch your whole 'Lord has a plan' thing? Fine. Just don't pitch it to me. My brother's dead." Roger tells them.
Mrs. Miller appears. "Roger. Please!" Mrs. Miller tells Roger.
Roger moves away. "Excuse me." Roger says.
"I am sorry about your brother." I tell Roger.
"Thank you." Roger tells me.
"I'm sorry about my brother-in-law. He's...he's just so upset about Jim's death. Would you like some coffee?" Mrs. Miller asks us.
"That would be great." Dean tells Ms. Miller.
Inside, Lounge Room
Dean and Lorelai are on the lounge, Sam and I are in an armchair. Mrs. Miller pours coffee and hands it around.
"It was wonderful of you to stop by. The support of the church means so much right now." Ms. Miller tells us.
"Of course. After all we are all God's children." Dean tells Mrs. Miller.
She walks away and Dean immediately takes more cocktail sausages from the coffee table, and I slap the back of his head. Chewing contentedly, he looks at Sam shaking his head.
"What?" Dean asks.
"Just...tone it down a little bit, Father." Sam tells Dean.
Mrs. Miller returns.
"So, Mrs. Miller, did your husband have a history of depression?" Dean asks Mrs. Miller.
"Nothing like that." Mrs. Miller says. Mrs. Miller begins to become upset. "We had our ups and downs like everyone, but we were happy." Mrs. Miller tells us. Mrs. Miller breaks down. "I just don't understand...how Jim could do something like this." Mrs. Miller says.
"I'm so sorry you had to find him like that." Sam tells Mrs. Miller.
Mrs. Miller gestures behind her. "Actually, our son Max, he was the one who found him." Mrs. Miller tells us.
Sam looks through the doors into the dining room and sees Max sitting in the corner, staring into space. "Do you mind if maybe, I go talk to him?" Sam asks Mrs. Miller.
"Oh, thank you Father." Mrs. Miller tells Sam.
Sam POV
I approach Max in the other room.
"Max? Hey, I'm Sam." I tell Mex.
Lorelai POV
"Mrs. Miller you have a lovely home. How long have you lived here?" Dean asks Mrs. Miller.
"We moved in about five years ago." Mrs. Miller tells Dean.
"The only problem with these old houses. I bet you have all kind of headaches." Dean tells Mrs. Miller.
"Like what?" Mrs. Miller asks.
"Well, weird leaks, electrical shortages, odd settling noises at night. That kind of thing." Dean tells Mrs. Miller.
"No, nothing like that. It's been perfect." Mrs. Miller tells us.
"Huh. May I use your restroom?" Dean asks Mrs. Miller.
"Oh sure, it's just up the stairs." Mrs. Miller tells Dean.
Dean rises, taking another cocktail sausage. Laila rises as well, hypnotic following the way to to Max's room.
Sam POV
"So, what was your dad like?" I ask Max.
"Just a normal Dad." Max tells me.
"Yeah. You live at home now?" I ask Max.
"Yeah. Trying to save up for school but it's hard." Max tells me.
"So, when you found your dad..." I start to say.
"I woke up, I heard the engine running." Max tells me. He takes a long pause. "I don't know why he did it." Max tells me.
Laila comes in, in a trance and kisses Max's forehead, whispering something to him. He bursts out crying.
"It was my twin, Matt." Max tells me.
"I know it's rough, losing a parent. Especially when you lose them like that. We will stop your twin but we won't kill him." I tell him.
Inside, Upstairs
Lorelai POV
Dean enters the hallway. Checking the coast is clear, he pulls an infer-red thermal scanner from his pocket and turns it on, shining it into rooms as he passes. As he reaches the end of the hall, he hears footsteps coming up the stairs and hastily hides the scanner. Sam appears.
"Anything?" Sam asks.
"Zip." Dean tells Sam.
We move back down the stairs together.
Inside, Motel Room
Dean is cleaning his weapons, Sam enters. "What do you have?" Dean asks Sam.
"A whole lotta nothing. Nothing bad has happened in the Miller house since it was built. And I don't see how Matt killed his dad." Sam told Dean.
"What about the land?" Dean asks Sam.
Sam sinks onto his bed. "No graveyards, battle fields, tribal lands or any other kind of atrocity on or near the property." Sam tells Dean.
"Hey man I told you, I searched that house up and down. No cold spots, sulfur scent. Nada." Dean tells Sam.
"Have you thought psychicly?" I ask my brothers. Their faces show surprise for a moment.
"And the family said everything was normal?" Sam asks.
"Well, if there was a demon or poltergeist in there you think somebody would have noticed something? I used the infer-red thermal scanner man, and there was nothing." Dean tells Sam.
"So, what, you think Jim Miller killed himself and my dream was just some sorta freakish coincidence?" Sam asks Dean.
"I dunno. I'm pretty sure there's nothing supernatural about that house." Dean tells Sam.
Sam rubs his temples. "Yeah. Well, maybe it has nothing to do with the house." Sam tells Dean. Sam takes a deep breath, holding his head. "Maybe it's just...Gosh" Sam says. Sam holds his hand to his forehead. "... maybe it's connected to Jim in some other way?" Sam asks Dean.
"What's wrong with you?" Dean asks Sam.
"He's in pain arse." Laila tells Dean.
Sam makes anguished noises and sinks from the bed to crouch on the floor. "Ahh. My head." Sam says.
Dean leaves his bed. "Sam? Hey," Dean says. He crouches and grabs Sam's arms. "Hey! What's going on? Talk to me." Dean tells Sam.
Sam stares at Dean. Suddenly Sam flashes out of the motel room and is a fly on the wall, watching Roger enter his kitchen with groceries. He notices the window is open and closes and locks it. When he returns to unpacking the lock moves by itself and the window slides open again. Roger is confused. He attempts to close it, but it sticks. He leans out, twisting to look up at the top of the window. The window slides closed, decapitating him. Blood gushes up over the window.
Sam focuses back to Dean in the motel room. "It's happening again. Something's gunna kill Roger Miller." Sam tells us.
Inside, Impala
Sam POV
Dean is driving.
I am slowly talking into my phone, holding my head. "Roger Miller. Ah no no, just the address please. Ok, thanks." I tell the person. "450 West Grove, Apartment 1120." I tell Dean.
"Are you ok?" Dean asks.
"Yeah." I tell Dean, my phone rings.
"You best not be lying Samuel. My ears are burning, and they usually do that when either you or Dean lie to either each other or us." Laila rants.
"If you're gunna hurl, I'll pull the car over you know, cause the upholstery..." Dean tells me
"I'm fine." I tell Dean.
"All right." Dean tells me.
"Just drive." I tell Dean. I look at Dean, sigh heavily, and look away.
"Dean I'm scared man. These nightmares weren't bad enough, now I'm seeing things when I'm awake. And these, visions, or whatever, they're getting more intense. And painful." I tell Dean.
"Come on man, you'll be all right. It'll be fine." Dean tells me.
"What is it about the Millers? Why am I connected to them, why am I watching them die? Why the hell is this happening to me?" I ask Dean.
"I don't know Sam, but we'll figure it out. We've faced the unexplainable every day. This is just another thing." Dean tells me.
"No. It's never been us. It's never been in the family like this. Tell the truth, you can't tell me this doesn't freak you out." I tell Dean.
"This doesn't freak me out." Dean tells me after staring straight ahead for a long moment.
I stare at him, then turn away.
Outside, Roger Miller's Apartment Block
Laila POV
The Impala, Jaguar, and Porsche pull up as Roger approaches the entrance with a bag of groceries.
"Hey Roger." Sam says out of the Impala window.
"What are you guys, missionaries? Leave me alone." Roger tells us.
"Please!" Sam tells Roger.
But Roger is gone. Dean guns the Impala's engine, jumping the curb as he hurriedly parks.
Sam gets out and runs. "Hey. Roger. We're trying to help!" Sam tells Roger. "Please! Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey." Sam tells Roger. Sam runs up to the entrance just as Roger closes the door it behind him.
"I don't want your help." Roger tells us. Roger walks away.
Sam calls after Roger. "We're not priests, you gotta listen to us!" Sam tells Roger.
"Roger, you're in danger!" I tell Roger.
Dean looks around. "Come on. Come on come on." Dean says.
Sam, Lorelai, Dean, and I run around the corner to a back entrance, it is securely locked. Dean quickly looks around then kicks it open. They jump to the first level of the fire escape then run up the stairs. When they are one floor from Roger's house, we hear the window slide down and a wet squelching noise. Sam freezes, Dean, Lorelai, and I sprint past him and grabs the railing. Roger's head lies in the flower bed under the window, his blood all over the kitchen window. Sam joins him. After a long pause he pulls a handkerchief from his pocket, throwing one to Sam and starting to wipe down the railing.
"Start wiping down your fingerprints, we don't want the cops to know we were here. Come on, come on!" Dean tells Sam, Lore and I were already doing our jobs.
Dean uses his rag to push up the window leading out to the fire escape. "I'm gunna take a look inside." Dean tells us.
Sam continues wiping down the metal railing.
Dean POV
Inside the Impala
"I'm telling you there was nothing in there. No signs either, just like the Miller's house." I tell Sam.
"I saw something, in the vision. Like a dark shape. Something was...something was stalking Roger." Sam tells me.
"Whatever it was, are you sure it's not connected to their house?" I tell Sam.
"No, it's connected to the family themselves. So, what do you think, like a vengeful spirit?" Sam asks.
"Well yeah, there's a few that have been known to latch onto families, follow them for years." I tell Sam.
"Angiak. Banshees." Sam tells me.
"Basically, like a curse. So maybe Roger and Jim Miller got involved in something heavy, something curse worthy." I tell Sam.
"And now the something is out for revenge. And the men in their family are dying." Sam says. "Hey, you think Max is in danger?" Sam asks.
"Let's figure it out before he is." I tell Sam.
"Well, I know one thing I have in common with these people." Sam tells me.
"What's that?" I ask Sam.
"Both our families are cursed." Sam tells me.
I huff. "Our family is not cursed! We just...had our dark spots." I tell Sam.
"Our dark spots are...pretty dark." Sam tells me.
"You're...dark." I tell Sam.
Inside, The Miller House
Lorelai POV
Max leads Sam, Dean, Laila, and I in. Sam and Dean are wearing their priests' outfits.
"My Mom's resting, she's pretty wrecked." Max tells us.
"Of course." Dean tells Max.
"All these people kept coming with like, casseroles? I finally had to tell them all to go away. You know because nothing says I'm sorry like a tuna casserole." Max tells us.
Sam smiles. Max smiles back.
Max gestures to the lounge and they all take seats. There is a moments silence, then Sam sighs.
"How are you holding up?" Sam asks softly.
"Ok." Max tells us.
"Your dad and your uncle were close." Sam tells Max.
"Yeah, I guess. I mean, they were brothers. They used to hang out all the time when I was little." Max tells us.
"But not lately much?" Sam asks Max.
"Leave Max alone!" Matt, the mysterious twin says, coming out from hiding.
"No, it's not that. It's just...we used to be neighbors when Matt and I were kids, and we lived across town in this house. Uncle Roger lived next door, so he was over all the time." Max tells us.
"Right. So how was it in that house when you were kids?" Sam asks.
"It was fine. Why?" Max asks.
"All good memories? Do you remember anything unusual? Something involving your father and your uncle maybe." Dean says and I slap him on the back of his head.
Max shakes his head. "What do ya...why do you ask?" Max asks us.
"Just a question." Dean tells Max.
"No, there was nothing. We were totally normal. Happy." Max tells us.
"Good. That's good. Well, you must be exhausted. We should take off." Dean tells Max.
"Right." Sam says. "Thanks." Sam tells Max.
"Yeah." Max tells us.
Outside, Miller House
Sam, Dean, Laila, and I walk down the drive to stand beside the cars.
"No one's family is totally normal and happy. See when he was talking about his old house?" Dean asks us.
"He sounded scared." Sam tells Dean.
"Yeah, Max isn't telling us everything. I say we go find the old neighborhood, find out what life was really like for the Millers." Dean says.
Outside, Another Suburb
Sam, Dean, Laila, and I stand on the footpath, talking to a man in his front yard.
"Have you lived in the neighborhood very long?" Sam asks the man.
"Yeah, almost 20 years now. It's nice and quiet. Why, you looking to buy?" the man asks.
"No, no, actually, we were wondering if you might recall a family that used to live right across the street I believe." Laila tells the man.
"Yeah, the Millers. They had a little boy called Max." I tell the man.
"Right." Sam says.
"Yeah, I remember. The brother had the place next door. So uh, what's this about, are those poor kids ok?" the man asks us.
"What do you mean?" Sam asks.
"Well in my life I've never seen children treated like that. I mean I'd hear Mr. Miller yelling and throwing things clear across the street, he was a mean drunk. He used to beat the tar outta Max and Matthew. Bruises. Broke their arm two times that I know of." the man tells us.
"This was going on regularly?" Sam and I ask.
"Practically every day. In fact, that thug brother of his was just as likely to take a swing at the boys but the worst part was the stepmother. She'd just stand there, checked out, not lifting a finger to protect them. I must have called the police seven or eight times. Never did any good." the man tells us.
"Now you said stepmother." Dean and Laila say together.
"I think his real mother died. Some sorta...accident. Car accident, I think." the man says.
Sam and I have our hands to our heads and we're grimacing.
"Are you ok there?" the man asks us.
Sam and I wince. "Uh, yeah." Sam and I speak.
Dean and Laila hold an arm out toward Sam and I. "Thanks for your time." Dean and Laila tell the man.
Sam and I lift our hands to our heads. "Yeah, thank you." Sam and I tell the man.
We turn to go, Dean supporting Sam, Laila supporting me.
"God." Sam and I say but I add "help me."
Sam and I look up and the world spins. He is suddenly in the Miller's kitchen. Mrs. Miller is chopping vegetable with a large knife.
Mrs. Miller is laying the knife down. "I don't know what you mean by that. You know I never did anything!" Mrs. Miller says in the vision.
"That's right. You didn't do anything." Matt says. The knife starts to rattle on the chopping board. "You didn't stop them, not once." Matt tells Mrs. Miller. The knife lifts into the air. Mrs. Miller backs up against the wall. "How did you..." Mrs. Miller starts to say.
The knife moves forward to hold her against the wall.
"Matt! please!" Mrs. Miller says.
The knife twists in front of her face, coming close enough to her eyeball to pierce the tear there so it runs down her cheek. She gasps.
"For every time you stood there and watched. Pretending it wasn't happening." Matt says with tears in his voice.
"I'm sorry." Mrs. Miller says.
"No, you're not. You just don't wanna die." Matt tells Mrs. Miller.
Mrs. Miller gasps and cries. The knife slices right through her eye and out the back of her head.
Inside, Impala
Sam POV
"Matt is doing it. Everything I've been seeing." I tell Dean.
"You sure about this?" Dean asks me.
'Yeah, I saw him." I tell Dean.
"How's he pulling it off?" Dean asks.
"I don't know, like telekinesis." I tell Dean.
"What so he's psychic, a spoon bender?" Dean asks.
"I didn't even realize it but this whole time, he was there. He was outside the garage when his dad died, he was in the apartment when his uncle died. These visions, this whole time - I wasn't connecting to the Millers, I was connecting to Matt and Max! The thing is I don't get why, man. I guess - because we're so alike." I tell Dean.
"What are you talking about? They are nothing like you." Dean tells me.
"Well. We both have psychic abilities, we both..." I start to say.
"Both what? Sam, Matt is a monster, he's already killed two people, now he's gunning for a third. And maybe even Max!" Dean tells me.
"Well, with what he went through, the beatings, to want revenge on those people? I'm sorry, man, I hate to say it, but it's not that insane." I tell Dean.
"Yeah, but it doesn't justify murdering your entire family!" Dean tells me.
"Dean..." I say.
Dean pulls over at Max's and Matt's house. "He's no different from anything else we've hunted, all right? We gotta end him." Dean tells me.
"We're not going to kill Matt." I tell Dean.
"Then what? Hand him over to the cops and say, 'Lock him up officer; he kills with the power of his mind.'" Dean tells me.
"No way. Forget it." I tell Dean.
Dean turns off the engine. "Sam..." Dean says.
"Dean. He's a person. We can talk to him. Hey, promise me you'll follow my lead on this one." I tell Dean.
"All right fine. But I'm not letting him hurt anybody else." Dean says after a long pause.
Dean removes his Taurus pistol from the glove compartment, glaring at Sam and opening the door.
Inside, Kitchen
Laila POV
"You know I never did anything." Mrs. Miller tells Matt.
"That's right. You didn't do anything. You didn't stop them, not once! You're lucky I knocked Max out!" Matt tells Mrs. Miller.
Sam, Dean, Lorelai, and I burst through the front door.
"Fathers? Sisters?" Mrs. Miller asks, though I wouldnt be a nun.
"What are you doing here?" Matt asks.
"Aahh, sorry to interrupt." Dean tells the Millers.
"Matt, can we, uh, can we talk to you outside for just one second?" Sam asks Matt.
"About what?" Matt asks, suspicious.
"It's...it's private. I wouldn't want to bother your mother with it." Sam tells Matt.
"We won't be long at all though, I promise." Sam tells Mrs. Miller.
Matt looks at his stepmother, then back at us. "Ok." Matt tells us.
"Great." Sam tells him.
Dean, Sam, Lore, and I turn for the door, Matt follows. As Dean grasps the doorknob, he turns back to smile at Matt. Matt sees the butt of the pistol in Dean's waistband in the hall mirror. Suddenly the knob is pulled from Dean's hand and the door slams shut, as does the wooden window blinds all around the room.
Matt backs up. "You're not priests!" Matt yells, Max finally groans and gets up, there are differences between the brothers. Max has blue eyes and brown hair; Matt has blonde hair and green eyes.
Dean draws his gun, but Matt uses his power to pull it away, sliding it across the floor to where he can pick it up. He holds it on Sam, Dean, Lore, and I.
"Matt, what's happening?" Mrs. Miller asks Matt.
"Shut up lady." I tell her.
"Shut up." Matt says at the same time as I did.
"What are you doing?" Mrs. Miller asks.
Using his power, Matt flings Mrs. Miller backwards. She hits her head on the kitchen bench and falls to the ground unconscious.
"I said shut up!" Matt tells his stepmother.
"Matt calm down." Sam tells Matt.
"Who are you?" Matt asks.
"We just wanna talk." Sam tells him.
"Yeah right, that's why you bought this!" Matt says, indicating the gun.
"That was a mistake all right? So was lying about who we were. But no more lying Matt, ok? Just please, just hear me out." Sam tells Matt.
"About what?" Matt asks Sam.
"I saw you do it. I saw you kill your dad and your uncle before it happened." Sam tells Matt.
"What?" Matthew asks.
"I'm having visions Max. About you." Sam tells Matt.
"You're crazy." Matt tells Sam.
"So, what, you weren't gonna launch a knife at your stepmom?" Sam asks Matt. Sam taps his eye "Right here? Is it that hard to believe Matt, look what you can do? Matt I was drawn here all right? I think I'm here to help you." Sam tells Matt.
"No one can help me." Matt says, crying.
"Matt, please dont." Max tells his twin.
"Let me try. We'll just talk, me and you. We'll get Dean, Lore, Max, Laila and Alice out of here." Sam tells Matt.
"I'm not leaving!" Lorelai tells Sam.
"Uh-huh. No way." Dean tells Sam.
Sam, Dean, Lore, and I look up as the chandelier begins to shake.
"Nobody leaves this house!" Matt tells us.
"And nobody has to, all right? They'll just...they'll just go upstairs." Sam tells Matt.
"Sam, I'm not leaving you alone with him." Dean and Lorelai say.
"Yes, you are. Look, Matt. You're in charge here, all right, we all know that. No one's going to do anything that you don't want to do but I'm talking five minutes here man." Sam tells Matt.
"Sam!" Dean, Lore, and I shout at Sam.
Matt looks back at his stepmother. "Five minutes?" Matt asks. The chandelier stops shaking. "Go." Matt tells us.
Dean moves to pick up Mrs. Miller
Inside Miller House, Lounge
Sam POV
Matt and I sit in the lounge. Matt stares at a letter opener and it raises on its point and begins twirling slowly.
"Look, I can't begin to understand what you went through." I tell Matt.
"That's right you can't." Matt tells me.
"Matt, this has to stop." I tell him.
"It will, after my stepmother -" he starts to say.
"No. You need to let her go." I tell Matt.
"Why?" Matt asks.
"Did she beat you?" I ask.
"No, but she never tried to save me. She's a part of it too." Matt tells me.
"What they did, to you, to Max, what they all did to you growing up, they deserve to be punished..." I say.
"Growing up? Try last week." he tells me. Matt gets up and lifts his shirt. His chest and side are a mass of bruises. "My dad still hit me and Max. Just in places people wouldn't see it. Old habits die hard, I guess." Matt tells me.
"I'm sorry." I say softly.
"When I first found out I could move things it was a gift. My whole life I was helpless but now I had this. So last week Dad gets drunk. The first time in a long time. And he beats me and Max to hell, first time in a long time. And then I knew what I had to do." Matt tells me.
"Why didn't you just leave? Take Max?" I ask Matt.
"It wasn't about getting away. Just knowing they would still be out there. It was about...not being afraid. When my dad used to look at me and Max, there was hate in his eyes. Do you know what that feels like?" Matt asks me.
"No." I say.
"He blamed us for everything. For his job, for his life, for our mom's death." Matt tells me.
"Why would he blame you and Max for your mom's death?" I ask Matt.
"Because she died in our nursery, while we were asleep in our crib. As if that makes it our fault." Matt tells me.
I am shocked. "She died in your nursery?" I ask.
"There was a fire. And he'd get drunk and babble on like she died in some insane way. He said that she burned up. Pinned to the ceiling!" Matt tells me.
I am in shock. "Listen to me Matt. What your dad said, about what happened to your mom. It's real." I tell him.
"What?" Matt asks.
"It happened to my mom too, exactly the same. My nursery, my crib, my dad saw her on the ceiling." I tell Matt.
"Your Dad must have been as drunk as mine." Matt tells me.
"No, no. It's the same thing, Matt. The same thing killed our mothers." I tell Matt.
"That's impossible." Matt says.
"This must be why I'm having visions during the day. Why they're getting more intense. Cause you and I must be connected in some way. Your abilities, and Max's, they started 6-7 months ago right, out of the blue?" I ask Matt.
"How'd you know that? No one should know Max is gifted, he barely uses them. Except to help heat the house should the furnace go out." Matt tells me, letting me know Max is a Pyro.
"Cause that's when my abilities started Matt. Yours seem to me much further along but still, this has to mean something right? I mean for some reason, you, Max, and I... you, Max and I were chosen." I tell Matt.
"For what?" Matt asks.
"I don't know. But Dean and I, my brother and I, we're hunting for your mom's killer. We can find answers, answers that can help us both. But you gotta let us go Matt. You gotta let your stepmother go." I tell Matt.
Matt thinks, then starting to shake his head. "No. What they did to me and Max. I still have nightmares. I'm so scared all the time, like I'm just waiting for that next beating. I'm so sick of being scared all the time, I just want this to be over!" Matt tells me.
"It won't. Don't you get it? The nightmares won't end, Matt. Not like this. It's just, more pain. And it makes you as bad as them. Max, you don't have to go through all this by yourself." I tell Matt.
"I'm sorry." Matt tells me.
Matt uses his powers to fling me backwards into the hall closest and slam the door. He looks across and a tall, heavy, hallway bookshelf slides in front of the doors, blocking them.
I bang on the doors. "No. Matt!" I tell Matt.
Inside, Upstairs Bedroom
Vision
Mrs. Miller sits on the bed, Dean crouches beside her, holding a facecloth to her bleeding forehead. The door creaks open on its own and Matt walks in. Dean rises and moves purposefully toward MAX as the door closes behind him. Matt sends Dean flying and he crashes into the wall.
"Matt!" Mrs. Miller yells.
Matt raises Dean's pistol, his hand shaking.
"Son of a..." Dean says.
Dean rises, freezing when he sees the gun, then again beginning to walk toward Matt. He stops when Matt lets go of the gun, leaving it floating in midair. It cocks, then turns to point at Mrs. Miller. Dean steps in its way.
"Stay back. This is not about you." Matt tells Dean in warning.
"You wanna kill her you gotta go through me first." Dean tells Matt.
"Ok." Matt says, but Max jumps between them as the gun fires, Max hits the floor dead.
Matt fires the gun fires. Blood splatters over the wall. We see Dean with a bullet hole in the middle of his forehead, eyes blank. He wavers and crashes heavily to the ground. The vision goes from Mrs. Miller's shocked face down to Dean, sprawled on the ground, eyes open. dead.
Inside, Downstairs Closet
I come back to myself, gasping and holding my head and I realize it was a vision.
"No. NOOO!" I say, panicked.
The bookcase in front of the closet doors slides away. I freeze, then push the door with my hand. It swings open.
Inside, Upstairs Bedroom
Laila POV
The gun, in midair, turns to point at Mrs. Miller.
"Matt. No." Mrs. Miller tells Matt.
Dean steps in front of her and the gun turns to point at him.
"Stay back. This is not about you." Matt tells Dean in warning.
"You wanna kill her you gotta go through me first." Dean tells Matt.
"Ok." Matt says.
The door bursts open and Sam comes in.
"No don't! Don't! Please. Please. Max. Max. We can help you. All right. But this, what you're doing. It's not the solution. It's not gonna fix anything." Sam tells Matt.
Matt is a mess, he is shaking, sweaty, in tears. He stares at Sam, anguished. Suddenly he relaxes a little, his face clears.
"You're right." Matt says.
Sam smiles at him, but Matt turns away from him, as the gun swings to point at Matt. He goes to shoot himself in the head but I stop him.
"NO!" Sam says.
"You don't have to." I tell him, wiping his mind of his nightmares.
Inside, Downstairs Lounge
Mrs. Miller is sitting on the couch, in shock. "Matt attacked me. He threatened me with a gun." Mrs. Miller goes to say.
"After you tried to bully him into silence." I say.
"And these two?" the cop asks, indicating us.
"They're...family friends. I called them soon as Max arrived, I was scared. They tried to stop him. They fought for the gun." Mrs. Miller tells the cop.
"More like we were calming him, you were angering him." I say.
"Where did Matt get the gun?" the cop asks.
"Her, Mrs. Miller." I tell the cop.
Sam, Dean, Lore and I exchange looks.
Mrs. Miller begins to cry and looking at the ceiling. "I don't know. He showed up with it and..." Mrs. Miller starts to say but it sounds fake. She breaks down.
"It's all right Mrs. Miller. But your needed for questioning." the cop says.
"I've lost two of them already." Mrs. Miller sobs.
"We'll give you a call if we have any further questions." the cop tells us.
"Thanks officer." Dean says. Dean pats Sam's arm. "Come on." Dean tells us.
Outside, Miller House
Sam, Dean, Lore, and I walk down the path.
"If I'd just said something else. Gotten through to him somehow. Laila was." Sam says.
"Ah, don't do that." Dean tells Sam.
"Do what?" Sam asks.
"Torture yourself. It wouldn't have mattered what you said, Matt was too far gone right then, I don't know how Laila and Lore do it." Dean says.
"When I think about how he looked at me man, right before. I shoulda done something." Sam says.
"Come on man, you risked your life. I mean yeah, maybe if we had gotten there 20 years earlier." Dean
Dean and Sam move to either side of the Impala, wheile Lore goes to her 780-mile 2005 Porsche Carrera GT, and I go my 1994 Jaguar XJ220.
"Well, I'll tell you one thing. We're lucky we had Dad." Sam tells Dean.
Dean looks astounded...and pleased. "Well I never thought I'd hear you say that." Dean tells Sammy.
'Well, it coulda gone a whole other way after Mom. I little more tequila and a little less demon hunting and we woulda had Max's and Matt's childhood. All things considered; we turned out ok. Thanks to him." Sam says.
Dean turns back to look at Max and Matt's house. "All things considered." Dean says.
Inside, Motel Room
Sam places a bag in the trunk of the Impala, which is backed up to the door and returns inside.
"Dean I've been thinking." Sam tells Dean.
"Well, that's never a good thing." Dean tells Sam.
"I'm serious. I been thinking, this demon, whatever it is. Why would it kill Mom, and Jessica, and Max and Matt's mother, you know? What does it want?" Sam asks.
"I have no idea." Dean tells Sam.
"Well, you think, maybe, it was after us? After Max, Matt and me?" Sam asks.
"Why would you think that?" Dean asks.
"I mean, either telekinesis or premonitions, we both had abilities, you know? Maybe he was, he was after us for some reason." Sam tells Dean.
"Sam. If it had wanted you, it would've just taken you. Ok? This is not your fault, it's not about you." Dean tells Sam.
"Then what is it about?" Sam asks.
"It's about that damn thing that did this to our family. The thing that we're gonna find, the thing that we're gonna kill. And that's all." Dean tells Sam.
"Actually, there's uh ... there's something else too." Sam says.
"Ah jeez what." Dean says.
"When Matt left me in that closet, with that big cabinet against the door ... I moved it." Sam tells Dean.
"Huh. You got a little more upper body strength than I gave you credit for." Dean tells Sam.
"No man, I moved it. Like, Matt." Sam tells Dean.
Dean pauses his gathering of clothes and standing still. "Oh." Dean says. There's silence. "Right." Dean says softly.
"Yeah." Sam says.
Dean picks up a spoon. "Bend this." Dean tells Sam.
"I can't just turn it on and off Dean." Sam says, frustrated.
"Well, how'd you do it?" Dean asks.
"I don't know, I can't control it. I just...I saw you die, and it just came out of me, like a, like a punch. You know like...a freak adrenaline thing." Sam tells Dean.
"Yeah well, I'm sure it won't happen again." Dean says.
"Yeah, maybe. Aren't you worried, man? Aren't you worried I could turn into Matt or something?" Sam asks Dean.
"Nope. No way. You know why?" Dean asks Sam.
"No. Why?" Sam asks.
"Cause you got one advantage Matt didn't have." Dean says
"Dad? Because Dad's not here, Dean." Sam tells Dean.
"No. Me." Dean says, smirking. "As long as I'm around, nothing bad is gonna happen to you." Dean tells Sam.
Sam does puppy dog look and a tiny smile.
Dean slings his bag over his shoulder and moving toward Sam. "Now then. I know what we need to do about your premonitions. I know where we have to go." Dean tells Sam.
"Where?" Sam asks.
"Vegas." Dean deadpans.
Dean grins at Sam.
Sam tilts his head, looks away, looks back, does bitchface and walks out the door to the car.
"What? Come on man. Craps tables. We'd clean up!" Dean tells Sam.
Dean follows Sam to the door and pauses on the threshold. He considers Sam, looking very thoughtful, then turns to pull the door closed.
