Supernatural 4x01 "A New Face" Part 1 by Terry Morriken 3/?
ACT TWO
INT. BAR - NIGHT
It is a dive. The kind Sam and Dean often frequent. There is a jukebox at the back of the bar playing classic rock. There is a pool table, and dart boards. The bar is not very crowded.
There is only one booth occupied. Sam is at it. Shots empty and full are in front of him.
SAM
(tears in his eyes; to himself)
Four months to the day.
Sam takes a shot and SLAMS the glass down on the table.
SAM (CONT’D)
He’s never coming back.
Sam takes another shot.
SAM (CONT’D)
Ever.
Sam knocks another back. A shadow appears over in front of the booth. It’s Bobby.
BOBBY
Sam, you have to stop this.
SAM
Stop what?
Sam goes to take another shot. Bobby stops him by holding onto his wrist. He sits across from Sam.
BOBBY
The drinking, boy. The walking around in a daze. The staying up until 4 am and sleeping until
2 in the afternoon. Do you really think this is what Dean would want?
SAM
(getting angry)
Dean is dead. Alright? Dead! He’s never coming back. We looked Bobby and
there’s no way to bring him back. There is no spell, no little trick, nothing
to bring someone back from Hell.
BOBBY
Listen, boy, you know as well as I do that the only possible shot is to kill Lilith.
SAM
Yeah, like that’s gonna happen. We been trying to find her for the past four
months and guess what, nothing.
BOBBY
She’s in hiding because she’s afraid of you.
SAM
(unconvinced)
Yeah.
BOBBY
She is. She knows your powers. She wasn’t even able to control you in that house.
I think it’s time that you let your powers find her.
SAM
Look Bobby, just because I can see things before they happen, doesn’t mean I can find a demon in
hiding. Besides, Dean wouldn’t want me to.
BOBBY
Where Dean is, I don’t think he would mind you baking a pie for Satan himself if it would
get him out of there.
Sam looks disgusted and takes another shot.
SAM
(getting angry; protective of Dean)
Don’t you dare talk about Dean like that. He’s a fighter. Right now he’s probably thinking of
a way to get himself out.
Bobby just looks at him speechless for a second like he can’t believe what he is hearing.
BOBBY
(slowly; annunciating every word)
‘Thinking of a way to get himself out.’
(beat)
Boy, Dean is in Hell, not county jail. The only thing on his mind is the pain. Not you,
not me, not finding a way out.
Sam doesn’t want to hear this. He leans back in the booth trying to escape the words.
BOBBY (CONT’D)
The only thing Dean can concentrate on is his skin searing off.
Sam SLAMS his hand on the table loudly. One of the shots spills over. Some of the bar patrons turn from there stools and look for a second, hoping there will be a fight. After a second and seeing that there will be no fight they turn back around.
SAM
(almost yelling)
Shut up, Bobby! I don’t need to hear this!
BOBBY
(leans in; strongly)
Yes, you do. You have to get this through your thick skull. You need to
step up and save Dean. He can’t save himself. You need to do it. OK? He needs you
Sam and what are you doing? Drinking and feeling sorry for yourself?
Bobby looks disgusted. His words start to sink in.
BOBBY (CONT’D)
That’s great. Really great. I’ll tell you one thing; if this was reversed, Dean
would be working like a manic bi-polar to save you. He wouldn’t be wasting his
life and making you suffer more. He’d be doing everything, and I mean everything.
SAM
You mean my powers?
BOBBY
Yep.
Bobby takes a sip of his drink. Sam looks at the table thinking for a moment. He takes another shot and looks Bobby straight in the eye.
SAM
I’m ready. Let’s do it.
BOBBY
Not now boy. When I get back.
EXT. BAR - NIGHT
Sam and Bobby exit the bar. They start walking in the parking lot towards Dean’s car. Sam is drunk and he trips walking off the curb onto the parking lot. Bobby steadies him and they start walking again. Sam keeps tripping.
BOBBY
Good thing I’m driving.
They get to the Impala. Bobby opens the passenger door for Sam. Sam slumps inside. Bobby shuts the door and goes over to the driver’s side. He gets in the turns the car on.
The engine REVS.
INT. BOBBY’S HOUSE - MORNING
SAM’S POV
There is very loud BANGING at the front door. The banging continues for a few seconds before Sam opens his eyes and looks blurrily at the clock on the night stand.
It reads 10:07
OUT OF SAM’S POV
Sam is in bed sleeping it off. He is sprawled out on his stomach in the same clothes that he was wearing at the bar. The banging continues. Sam lays his face into the pillow mentally willing it away. It continues. Sam forces himself up. He holds his head in his hands sitting at the end of the bed. The banging continues. Sam forces himself up and walks
OUT OF THE BEDROOM
DOWN THE STAIRS TO THE
FRONT DOOR
The banging is more like SLAMMING here.
Sam opens the door to reveal CRYSTAL (CHRIS) in mid-bang. Her head down; short brown shaggy hair hiding her face from view. She lifts her head up. She is eighteen but looks like a kid, a wise-ass kid. She is very cute, thin (with muscle), and is dressed in skin tight ripped jeans, and a plain black T-shirt with a big black jacket over it (the kind Sam and Dean wear). She has an oversized black Italian leather purse on one shoulder. Sam takes a second to recognize her. He doesn’t look happy to see her; but he doesn’t look not happy either. Crystal grins.
CHRIS
Wakey wakey eggs and bacey. Hey Sammy, how you been, huh?
Sam has his eyes open only to a squint and looks very much hung over.
CHRIS (CONT’D)
(looks him over)
What’s the matter? Too much to drink last night, huh? That’s a shame.
Chris slaps him on the shoulder and pushes her way in. She looks around the house. Sam closes the door. They turn and face one another.
SAM
Crystal? What are you doing here it’s been like --
CHRIS
Five years, yep. Long time.
SAM
What are you doing here?
CHRIS
Well, believe it or not cuz, I’m a hunter too now and --
SAM
You’re a hunter?
CHRIS
Yeah, why is that so hard to believe?
SAM
guess it’s not, Chris. After all, you always used to follow me and
Dean around and copy us.
CHRIS
(laughs)
Yeah, well, actually, I was following Dean around.
SAM
I know. You’re like a smaller version of him. You know without the
five o’clock shadow or the weiner.
They both LAUGH a little. It breaks some of the tension.
SAM (CONT’D)
Why did you start hunting?
CHRIS Friend of mine got possessed. Total “Exorcist”. Anyway, the guy who
did the exorcism was short his partner that day and asked me to help. You know,
turn pages, sprinkle holy water, stuff like that. After my friend was back the guy
takes me aside and tells me about hunting and tells me how I can make money doing
it and I was like, ‘yeah’. Too bad he was lying about the ‘money’ thing. But, whatever.
SAM
How did you find out about us being hunters?
CHRIS
Are you frigging kidding me? You guys are like legends in the hunting circle. Sam and Dean.
Dean and Sam. The Winchester Brothers.
Sam starts getting uncomfortable hearing about Dean. It makes him miss him even more.
SAM
You’ve been hunting by yourself?
CHRIS
Yep.
SAM
Pretty impressive.
CHRIS
(full of herself)
I know.
SAM
Where have you been hunting?
CHRIS
Mainly Florida. Gotta love the weather.
SAM
You came pretty far.
CHRIS
Yeah, well, I needed a change of scenery. Plus I needed to get
out of dodge fast. Angry ex-boyfriends, owe lots of people money;
you know.
SAM
Uh huh. How did you find us?
CHRIS I met your friend Ellen on a job. She told me you were probably
here. Said she hadn’t talked to you in over a year, but this was your friend’s
place. Bobby or something.
SAM
Yeah, Bobby. He’s a hunter too. He’s left for a job this morning in Michigan.
CHRIS
(couldn’t care less)
Whatever.
She walks into the
LIVING ROOM
Sam follows her. Chris walks over to the couch drops her purse on it and plops down. She puts her feet up on the coffee table. She grabs the remote. She starts flipping channels)
CHRIS (CONT’D)
Hey, what channel is Lifetime? I want to watch “Frasier”.
She finds the channel. TV Niles is in the stairwell. He says to Daphine that the spider isn’t in his corner. Chris mutes the TV.
CHRIS (CONT’D)
(laughs)
Niles is such a spaz. What a stoop. Afraid of a spider.
(turns around to Sam) It’s like you and that stupid fear of clowns.
Sam walks around the couch and stands in front of the TV.
CHRIS (CONT’D)
Hey, so where’s Dean?
Before Sam can even open his mouth.
Chris turns around, still sitting, to face the stairs.
CHRIS (CONT’D)
(yells up stairs)
Dean! Dean, wake up you lazy ass son-of-a-bitch!
Chris laughs. The words cut Sam like a dagger.
SAM
Dean’s dead.
Chris spins her head back around.
CHRIS
(in shock; tears forming)
What? When?
SAM
(very solemnly) Four months ago yesterday.
CHRIS
Oh my God.
Chris stands up and hugs Sam, showing real compassion.
CHRIS (CONT’D)
(hugging him)
This must be so hard for you. I’m so sorry, Sam. I know you guys got close.
Come on, let’s sit down.
Chris leads him to the couch. They sit next to one another. There is silence for a few seconds.
CHRIS (CONT’D)
How?
SAM
Dean made a deal.
CHRIS
What kind of deal?
SAM
A deal to bring me back. I died.
CHRIS
I thought you were supposed to get ten years. When did he make it?
SAM
The deal was for one year.
CHRIS
So, let me get this straight. You died. Dean couldn’t handle it; so he made a deal,
an incredibly crappy one, and what the year came and he went poof?
Didn’t you guys even try to save him?
Sam gets angry and stands.
SAM
Of course we did! What you think I would just let my brother go without
a fight?
CHRIS
No, but you’re certainly acting like it wasn’t worth it.
Sam gets more angry.
SAM
(yelling)
What do you mean ‘acting like it wasn’t worth it’!? How can you say that!?
CHRIS
Sam, it’s been four months and what are you doing with your life? Nothing!
On my way up here, I ran into some hunters and we got to talking. I brought
up you and they said how you haven’t hunted at all in the past four months.
They didn’t tell me why, maybe they didn’t know or didn’t think it was any of my
business. I don’t know. I don’t care. But the thing is, Sammy, this isn’t what Dean
had in mind when he sold his soul. He didn’t want to be burning in Hell while you lived
like a stupid-ass bum. It wasn’t worth it. God, it’s like he did it for nothing.
Sam gets very and angry and in one quick fluid movement, harshly yanks Chris off the couch, by her jacket, and holds her up, making them face to face.
SAM
Take it back.
CHRIS
No.
(beat)
Look, Sam, you can’t hit me if you want to, but I’m not gonna lie to you.
You know as well as I do that this isn’t what Dean wanted. He did it for you and you
screwed him over by living like this.
Sam throws Chris back on the couch. He walks away into the kitchen.
CHRIS (CONT’D)
(yells after him)
You know I’m right!
Sam returns holding a now open bottle of beer. He sits on a chair next to the couch.
CHRIS (CONT’D)
Great, it’s not even 10:30.
Sam glares and takes a defiant swig.
SAM
You don’t know what I’ve been through.
CHRIS
You’re right I don’t. But you’re just making excuses now.
SAM
What do you want me to do?
CHRIS
Fight for him, Sam! He can’t fight for himself. You do it.
(beat)
Now, who holds his contract?
SAM
Lilith.
CHRIS
(taken aback) Lilith, Lilith? Or some random demon named Lilith?
SAM
Lilith, Lilith.
CHRIS
Alright. This is gonna be harder than I thought. We need to kill her.
SAM
She’s in hiding.
CHRIS
Then we find her.
SAM
It’s not that easy. God, Chris, not everything is cut and dry. Me and Bobby
have been looking for her for the last four months.
CHRIS
Then you keep looking, you don’t give up. Dean needs you now, Sam.
(beat)
Someone’s gotta go after her.
SAM
That’s what I’ve been doing for the past four months!
CHRIS
Yeah, and how’s that working out for you? Listen, Sam, I think you need some
more help. You know a new face.
SAM
Let me guess, you.
CHRIS
Yep.
SAM
We don’t even get along that well.
CHRIS
So, look Sammy, we’ll either learn to get along or one of us will kill the other.
And since you’re like Sasquatch I think I’ll have to watch my back.
Chris grins and Sam grins back. He sits up and leans towards Chris.
SAM
There’s something I gotta tell you. There might be a way to find Lilith.
Chris gives him full attention looking him straight in the eye.
SAM (CONT’D)
I have these powers, they’re like psychic powers.
CHRIS
(grins; smart ass)
Then you should start your own hot line. Like Ms. Cleo.
SAM
(harshly)
Crystal, shut up and listen to me.
Chris stops grinning.
CHRIS
Sorry.
SAM
I can see things before they happen. There are other people like me out there.
I’ve met them and one thing that we all can do is control demons if we work
on our powers.
CHRIS
When you say control you mean like use a force field against them to
hold them somewhere. Like the way they can do to us by like holding
their hands up?
SAM
Yeah. And maybe more. I can break out of their holds too. Right before Dean died
Lilith was in the room with us. She tried to use a force field to hold Dean and me away.
But I broke out. I was about to kill her when she flew up through a vent.
CHRIS
How come Dean died, then? If she left the two of you.
SAM
Dean was already dead. Hell hounds.
CHRIS
Oh.
SAM
So, I’ve decided to use them. As a last resort.
CHRIS
Why’s it a last resort? Why didn’t you use them from the start?
SAM
You’re new to this aren’t you? The powers aren’t exactly good.
As a matter of fact they’re evil. Me and the rest of the people were
supposed to lead an army of demons for the end of the world.
CHRIS
(surprised)
Oh.
(beat)
And so you don’t want to turn all dark side?
SAM
Yeah. Pretty much.
CHRIS
Makes sense. For what it’s worth I think this is our only shot.
Sam nods. Chris gets up goes into the kitchen. She returns with an open beer. She walks over to Sam.
CHRIS (CONT’D)
You shouldn’t drink alone.
She plops back down on the couch and takes a sip.
CHRIS (CONT’D)
So, what’s your plan? Just sit in a dark and try and channel her.
SAM
That part I haven’t figured out yet.
END OF ACT TWO