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NOTE: This is in NO way my property, aside from the fact I wrote it. Supernatural and all the characters, etc. belong to Eric Kripke, WB, and whoever else has a share in it. I'm not making money off this, and it IS NOT AN OFFICIAL SCRIPT (nor is it a complete one, just a taste of what I thought the first episode in Season 2 would be like before it came out).
So, here it is...

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Supernatural: Season Two
Episode 2.01


Text: The Road So Far...
Montage of images, all of which are from Season 1 episodes. It starts with MARY, JOHN's wife and mother of our two brothers, bursting into flame on the ceiling. Next, we see the boys looking at a newspaper that says "Lawrence, Kansas"
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SAM
That's where everything started.
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DEAN
I want us to be a family again.
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SAM
When this is all over, you're gonna have to let me go.
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We see JOHN lean down into the window of DEAN's car, where the two boys are sitting.
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DEAN
 (V.O)
Dad's vulnerable when he's with us. He's-- he's stronger without us around.
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As DEAN speaks, we. see JOHN scream,
in the middle of being attacked by the Daevas.
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SAM
I gotta be a part of this fight.
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We hear JOHN speak, over a clip of a woman, MONICA, being dragged up the wall.
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JOHN (V.O)
It's here- the demon is here.
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In an old wooden cabin, DEAN has a gun trained on his father.
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DEAN
You're not my dad.
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JOHN
Fine, if you're both so sure...Shoot me.
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DEAN hesitates.
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The next clip has the Winchesters all sitting in DEAN's car, with SAM driving. JOHN is beside him, and DEAN is barely conscious in the back seat, bleeding heavily.
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JOHN
You should have shot me when you had the chance, son.
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SAM glances back at DEAN in the rear view mirror. We see a new clip of DEAN holding a gun, aiming it at the Shtriga that is attacking SAM. Next we see him shooting a man pinning SAM to the ground with the COLT.
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DEAN (V.O)
For you and dad, the things I'm willing to do or kill...It scares me sometimes.
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JOHN
We're ending this, tonight.
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DEAN
Sometimes I feel like I'm barely holding it together.
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DEAN, still pinned against the wall, is now bleeding from deep gashes on his chest. He's pleading with someone--JOHN, with glowing orange eyes.
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DEAN
Dad, don't you let this thing kill me.
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JOHN, his eyes still glowing orange, just smirks.
SAM is against a wooden wall, with a black eye.
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SAM (screams)
Dean!
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The car, being driven by Sam, is suddenly t-boned by an eighteen-wheeler truck, and smashed off the road. We see a quick shot of Dean, unconscious with his head slumped against the car window, blood covering the side of his head and dripping from his mouth, before the screen goes black.
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INT. HOSPITAL - DAY
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The lights are blurry in what appears to be a white, sterile hospital room. Slowly, a few voices fade in, as the room slowly starts to come into focus. In the background, there's a soft beeping and a dull hum from an ECG. We switch viewpoints to see SAM, laying in the starched white hospital bed that matches the rest of the room. He was unconscious, and is slowly blinking to adjust to the light of the room. He has an IV attached to his finger, stitches in his eyebrow, and a large gauze bandage on the side of his head. He seems to have been unconscious for a while, because the black eye he had in the last episode had faded to a hint of a blueish bruise around his eye. The blood has been cleaned off him, and he's wearing a white hospital gown under the sheets. SAM slowly looks around (his head seems to be aching), and sees a few doctors discussing just outside the door of his open hospital room.
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JOHN (Off-screen)
Good morning, Sam.
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SAM starts, and looks over to see his father, JOHN, sitting in a chair beside his bed. JOHN has a large cast, from his wrist to his shoulder, and his arm is in a sling by his side. He too has a large bandages on his head, wrapped around his entire forehead. His hair is disheveled and he looks unshaven-- he hasn't slept in a few days.
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SAM
Dad?
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JOHN gives him a small smile, obviously relieved his son is awake. He speaks lightheartedly.
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JOHN
Welcome back.
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SAM looks at him for a second, then seems to panic, and something like anger flashes across his eyes.
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SAM
Where's Dean?
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JOHN looks guilty for a second, but he covers it quickly. He knows SAM blames him for what happened to his brother. He looks down at his lap, and this worries SAM more.
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JOHN
He's unconscious.
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JOHN is speaking carefully, and SAM wants to know what he's hiding. He looks accusingly at his dad, who only meets his eyes for a second.
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JOHN
Your brother, he's...He lost a lot of blood, Sam.
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SAM pauses, looking worried but a little confused. He's not sure if he should be concerned, and JOHN is guarding his emotions carefully. SAM tries to sit up further in his hospital bed,
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SAM
Where is he?
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There's an awkward pause, and SAM looks imploringly at JOHN, about to say something else when JOHN pulls himself together and looks up, stone-faced, at his son, speaking reluctantly.
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JOHN
He was in rough shape, and they said his head took a pretty bad beating from the window when we crashed. You were pretty knocked up yourself, there was a while there when we weren't sure if you were going to wake up-
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SAM
Is he gonna be okay?
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JOHN looks like he's been punched, not hiding his guilt very well.
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JOHN
They aren't sure.
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SAM almost bolts out of the bed, but JOHN put his uninjured arm across his son's leg to keep him down. He's speaking quickly, to try and keep SAM from panicking.
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JOHN
They're been monitoring him carefully, but right now you need to rest before you hurt yourself more.
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SAM doesn't believe him. He's glaring at his father, furious that something could happen to his brother again and their father didn't protect him. JOHN is looking calmly at him with a hint of remorse.
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Well, although we've recovered Leech succesfully, the mission was not exactly what one would call a full success. Ororo took a taser in the back, and Scott came out the worst of us after one of Marrow's spikes hit home in his shoulder.

Thankfully, with our gifted doctors, the spike was removed and Scott is slowly recovering. Slowly. Painfully so, as he hates his cast, but insists on walking around and trying to function like normal while being too stubborn to ask for help. It was a nasty attack, and the spike was none too pleasant. This was the closest representation I could find without scanning a picture in. Scott's spike (as we have taken to calling it, and some of the children have asked if they can keep it as a pet. What? I can tell you're looking at me like I should have no sense of humour. I'm not that twisted.) was thicker, and didn't have as much of a ball at the end, but it was rather jagged.




Things seem close to boiling over with Hank, lately, and he came close to screaming at Jean in the an earlier. Thankfully, she didn't burst into flames and kill us all. Hopefully things will settle back down, although they may well rise up in a different sense when the documentary gets going. I should discuss that with my dear film maker again soon.
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I always forget how much I enjoy staying at the Mansion until I return.

As...stressed as everyone seems to be, it's wonderful to be back amoung friends (not to mention more comfortable). Hopefully everything will settle back down, and the documentary won't cause any feuds amoung the X-Men, or too much uproar amoung the students. Despite Hank's convictions, and my own doubts, somehow I still believe this will be beneficial. At least, I certainly hope so.

I have to call Mark in the morning, to set up an introduction with the subjects of his documentary. I think the Professor will try to arrange a school-wide address, to avoid any over-dramatization of rumours that may spread amoung the students.

Until then, I intend to sleep like a log. A very feathery log.

It's times like these I should be sleeping, not talking.

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Mark seems to have proved himself once again.

My Legal Team was waiting when I returned from my...break, with the transcript of the interview that would be waiting on Buzzline, and a phone message from Jean asking for a call back.

I was pleasantly shocked to see what he included in the interview- it turned out to be quite a beneficial piece on all accounts. Which, of course, means my father's legal advisor is displeased. He thinks I've been showing too much concern, too much personal connection with the mutant community (to which I was forced to scoff). He think it might endanger me. I think it might endanger my father's apathy.

I'll have to call Jean. The mansion probably saw it- I hope she and Hank aren't upset at the references made to them. I'll ensure it doesn't come back to them.

I called Buzzline, leaving a message for Mark with the very dumbstruck Alexi Darling, who sounded rather like she wanted to lick my shoes. I'm sure Mark will be glad to be out of her employment.

I'm glad this has all started to take a turn for the better, whether my father and his legal advisors agree or not.
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Alright, so not exactly talking about women, but the fury remains.

Never have I seen someone so ironically quick to judge in my life. It infuriates me to know end the assumptions people make for the sake of their own image. Understandably, part of this man's lifestyle is an anarchist opposition to authority and any sort of corporation, but to accuse me of being 'yuppie scum'? Were I able to write it off as a confusion for my father, I would, but this Collins knew all to well he was speaking of me.

It was all I could do to keep my wits about me enough not to storm down there and unfurl myself, so to speak, especially as he dumbwittingly commented about my relations to the mutant community.

Arrogance is a flaw beyond reconciliation.

Thankfully, Mark seemed shameful enough not to agree wholeheartedly with his friend's outspoken approaches. He seems like a good man, and I look forward to working with him- whether he has Collins' approval or not (or whether I have it, for that matter. What is at stake here is far greater than a petty word duel with an adament radical who disagrees with me.

We'll see how sure he is when we're face to face - fortunatly, being a figure-head doesn't come without it's diplomatic skills, and the occasional ability to tear someone apart before they can pull themselves together. I look forwards to meeting him.

Another Note to Self: Leave a better note about booking the comfortable board room, so I don't end up with back spasms when I try to stand.
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I've been informed I have an interview scheduled for this afternoon with the cameraman from Buzzline (appaling show- always talking about gossip, but Rebecca heard good things about him, and thought I should take advantage of the opportunity to appeal to different masses).

I imagine he'll want to cover the usual, plus a few more 'down and dirty' things- although I'm not sure how many more personal questions I want to answer in front of a camera. I've had more than my fill for a lifetime.

Hopefully this won't take long.

Note To Self: Remember to try and book the comfortable board room.

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