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Get me out
OK, so life sucks hard. BUT WE HAVE TRANSCRIPTS, OH YES WE DO. And this is, like, a spoiler fest, so watch out. I love Dean.

In My Time Of Dying, begin page 22 of script (pages 22-28). “In My Time of Dying” Studio Draft, episode 2.01.
CLOSE ON DEAN. Watching this bizarre scene. Disturbed.

WOUNDED MAN: Don’t let me die –

Then Dean has a surprised reaction – to what, we don’t know. Until we gaze at the hospital bed again – it’s EMPTY. Clean. Spotless. We didn’t see it, but the man VANISHED. Dean backs up. Digests this. Tries to make sense of it. When he hears a voice behind him. Coming from down the hall. The voice is panicked –

WOMAN’S VOICE: Can’t you see me?! Why won’t you look at me?
DEAN (he pivots): Now what?

Dean moves toward the voice.

INT. AROUND THE CORNER – Afternoon
A stunning, raven-haired YOUNG WOMAN, 20’s. TESSA. People pass by. Scared, Tessa turns to them, desperate for help. But they ignore her … which only frightens her further.

TESSA: Somebody talk to me. Just something! Please!

Dean approaches. Walks right up to her. He takes her arms.

DEAN: Whoa. Take it easy.
TESSA: You can see me?
DEAN: I can see you fine, okay? Just… calm down. What’s your name?
TESSA: …Tessa.
DEAN: Okay, good. Tessa, I’m Dean.
TESSA: What’s happening to me? Am I … am I dead?
DEAN: Um. That sorta depends.

INT. Hallway – outside Tessa’s Room – Afternoon
We notice the number beside the door: 4747. Dean and Tessa stand just outside, looking into –

INT. Tessa’s Room – Afternoon
The mood is dim, intimate. Tessa’s body, in bed. Comatose; on life support. Heart monitor beeps. Flowers, cards, gift-store bought stuffed animals littered about. And sitting beside the bed: Tessa’s Mother, 50. Holding her daughter’s hand.

INT. Hallway – just outside Tessa’s room – Afternoon
TESSA: Mom? Mom?
DEAN: Well. You’re not dead… but you’re not exactly jumping jacks, either.
TESSA: I don’t understand. I just came in for an appendectomy.
DEAN: Hate to bear bad news… but I think there were some complications.
TESSA: I’m dreaming. That’s all. This is just a very weird… unbelievably vivid… dream.
DEAN: Tessa. You ever hear of out-of-body experiences?
TESSA (still shaken): What are you, some New Age-y guy?
DEAN: You see me dickin’ with crystals and Yanni? It’s actually a really old idea. Basically, we’re spirits – of people close to death. Kinda like a lay-over between life and death.
TESSA: So we’re gonna die?
DEAN (comforting): No. Not if you hold on. Our bodies can get better, we can snap right back in there and wake up.
TESSA: How do you know this stuff?
DEAN: It’s sorta my job.
TESSA: Your job?
DEAN: My family and me … we hunt down spirits and things.
TESSA (you’re crazy): You’re joking.
DEAN: Really? Odd time for skepticism, don’t you think?
TESSA (after a beat): Good point.

INT. John’s Hospital Room – Afternoon
John in bed. Sam stands before him.

JOHN: What do you mean, you felt something?
SAM: I mean it felt like… Dean. Like he was there, just out of eyeshot. I don’t know, maybe it’s my psychic thing?

CLOSE ON JOHN. He has a veiled reaction to this. There’s more here than he’s letting on.

JOHN: Maybe.
SAM: Well, there’s one way to find out.

Sam heads for the door.

JOHN: Where are you going?
SAM: I’ll be back. I gotta pick up something.
JOHN: Sam. Wait.

Sam stops. Turns.

JOHN: … I … I know you don’t believe me … but you boys really are the most important things in my life. (beat) And I swear. I won’t hunt the Demon. Not until we figure out how to help Dean.

A beat. Then Sam gives his father a grateful nod.

INT. ANOTHER HOSPITAL HALLWAY – THAT NIGHT
Dean and Tessa walk the halls. Dean is back on the hunt. Eyes everywhere. Searching for this Black Phantom –

TESSA: … so this thing you’re looking for … what is it?
DEAN: I don’t know for sure. But it killed a nurse, it tried to kill me. And that pisses me off.
TESSA (a shiver): It could come for me, too, couldn’t it?

Dean throws her a come hither look. In his best action-hero impression.

DEAN: Don’t worry. I won’t let it.
TESSA (bemused): What was that?
DEAN: What was what?
TESSA: Are you … trying to flirt?
DEAN: No. Of course not.

They both walk the hall in silence. A long beat. Then –

DEAN: It’s just … you know … we might be dead tomorrow.
TESSA: I can’t believe you’re stooping to the “mortality” pitch. So you’re saying … even though I don’t know you from Adam, we should go find ourselves an empty bed…
DEAN: I wouldn’t put it like that, I mean…
TESSA: Not a bad idea, actually. If you play your cards right.
DEAN: Really?

Tessa gives him a charming smile. Walks ahead. Dean takes a moment – he digs this girl. Then he catches up.

DEAN: I gotta tell you. I’m pretty impressed.
TESSA: With what?
DEAN: You. Most people in your spot… they’d be Jell-O by now. But you’re taking this okay. Hell, maybe a little better than me.

Tessa takes a thoughtful beat.

TESSA: Don’t get me wrong. I was pretty freaked at first. But now, I dunno…maybe I’m…dealing.
DEAN: You’re okay with dying?
TESSA: No, of course not. But…you ever been in AA?
DEAN: Um. Kind of a non-sequiter, but no, I haven’t.
TESSA: I was once. Long story. But they have this prayer: “God grant me the serenity to accept the things I can’t change; courage to change the things I can; and wisdom to know the difference.” I just think… whatever’s gonna happen’s gonna happen. It’s out of my control. It’s just…fate.

Long beat. Dean takes this in –

DEAN: That’s crap. There’s always a choice. You can roll over and die… or you can keep fighting. No matter –

Just then… another group of nurses race past Dean and Tessa. Sprinting down the hall. This can’t be good news. Alarmed, Dean begins to follow. Leaving Tessa behind.

TESSA: Dean…? Where you going?

Dean breaks into a run. Chasing the nurses –

DEAN: Just wait here!

INT. HALLWAY – AROUND THE CORNER – NIGHT
Dean sprints around the corner…races up the hall. He looks around for the nurses… doesn’t see them at first… then spots a doctor racing into a particular room – Dean scrambles for the room, too. As he steps inside…

INT. GIRL’S HOSPITAL ROOM – NIGHT
… we suddenly see the condensation in Dean’s breath. As he takes in the sight of … a little girl, 10. Unconscious. Flat-Lining. Doctors, nurses. They’ve been performing CPR, but now they remove the black AMBU BAG from the girl’s face, and pause –

Doctor # 2: Give me another amp of epi!

Then…the Black Swirling Phantom. It suddenly materializes over the little girl’s bed. Out of thin air. Off Dean’s fear –
(Blackout) Ending script page 28. Begin page 33 of studio script (pages 33-34)

SAM: But, I got the journal, maybe there’s something in here.

Sam sets the journal on the table, leans over it, begins to flip pages. He lands on a scribbled entry – “REAPERS.” Sam begins to read, silent. Dean watches his brother. Takes a warm, grateful beat.

DEAN: Thanks for not giving up on me, Sammy.

Dean steps over, peers over Sam’s shoulder. After a beat or two… Dean reads something. A light bulb moment.

DEAN: Sonofabitch.

INT. HALLWAY – JUST OUTSIDE TESSA’S ROOM – NIGHT – LATER
Dean heads past the number written beside the door. 4747. He continues to the open doorway. Looking into –

INT. TESSA’S ROOM – NIGHT
The room is empty. No cards. No flowers. No Mother. Just an empty bed – and Tessa. Sitting on it. She gives Dean a soft, gentle smile. And, indeed, her demeanor’s changed; gone is the “real world” young woman. Replaced with someone somehow…different. Almost alien, in a way. Someone with great wisdom. Compassion. Honesty.

TESSA: Hi, Dean.
DEAN: I’ll tell you, you learn something new every day. For instance… did you know Reapers can alter human perception? I sure didn’t. Basically, they can make themselves appear however they want. Like, say, a pretty girl. And you are much prettier than the last Reaper I met.
TESSA: I was wondering when you’d figure it out.
DEAN: I should’ve known. That whole “accepting fate” rap of yours. Way too laid back for a dead chick. And you Mother? That body I saw?
TESSA (with a shrug): It’s my sandbox. I can make you see whatever I want.
DEAN: So, what, this a turn on for you? Playing games? Conning me?
TESSA: You didn’t give me much choice. You saw my true form and you flipped out. Which kind of hurts a girl’s feelings. This was the only way I could get you to talk to me.
DEAN: Okay. Fine. We’re talking. What the hell do you wanna talk about?
TESSA: How Death is nothing to fear.

Tessa rises. Approaches Dean. Brushes his cheek with her hand. Gentle. Warm. It’s almost seductive.

TESSA: And how it’s your time to go.

INT. HOSPITAL – BASEMENT BOILER ROOM – NIGHT
CLOSE ON: a small, metallic bowl, filled with a strange sulfuric powder. Then a glob of crimson blood splashes into the bowl. Then another.

JOHN: **speaks in Latin for a couple or so sentences**

End studio script page 34. Begin script page 37. (pages 37-39)

INT. DEAN’S HOSPITAL ROOM – NIGHT
The Ouija Board, abandoned on the floor. Sam stands over Dean’s body. Distraught. He looks to the room –

SAM: Dean… are you here? (beat) I couldn’t find anything in the book. I … I don’t know how to help you. But, I’ll keep trying, if you keep fighting. (an attempt at humor) I mean, come on, you can’t leave me here, alone with Dad. We’ll kill each other. (with emotion) Dean. You gotta hold on. You can’t go. Not now. We were just getting to be brothers again. (beat) Can you hear me?

WIDE ON THE ROOM: Dean isn’t there. Dean can’t hear him.

INT. TESSA’S ROOM – NIGHT
DEAN: Look. I’m sure you get this a lot. But you gotta make an exception, cut me a break.
TESSA: Stage three. Bargaining.
DEAN: I’m serious. My family’s in danger. We’re kind of in the middle of this … war. They need me.
TESSA: The fight is over.
DEAN: No, it isn’t –
TESSA: It is for you. Dean, you’re not the first soldier I’ve plucked from the field. They all feel the same – they can’t go; they’re indispensable; victory hangs in the balance. But they’re wrong. The battle goes on. The world keeps spinning without ‘em.

With pleading, raw, heartfelt emotion –

DEAN: Please. My brother could die without me.
TESSA: Maybe he will. Maybe he won’t. Nothing you can do about it.

Dean turns away. Tessa takes a step to him.

TESSA: It’s a warrior’s death. Honorable, one of the best you can have.
DEAN: I’ll pass on my 72 virgins, thanks. I’m not really into prude chicks, anyway.

She gives him a warm smile.

TESSA: That’s funny. You’re very cute.
DEAN (temperature rising): There’s no such thing as an honorable death. Okay? I’m just gonna rot in the ground, and my family’s gonna die. (with resolve) No. I’m not going. I don’t care what you do.
TESSA: Well. Like you said before. There’s always a choice. I can’t make you come with me. (then) Actually, you met someone who chose the same thing.

Dean thinks, then puts it together –

DEAN: … that guy with the bloody chest? The bullet wounds?
TESSA: Look. You’re not getting back in your body, that’s just the facts. So, yes, you can be like him. You’ll stay here for years. Disembodied. Scared. Confused. Eventually, you’ll grow angry. Then enraged. Over decades, it’ll probably drive you drive you mad. Maybe you’ll even get violent.
DEAN: What are you saying?
TESSA: Dean. How do you think angry spirits are born? They can’t let go and they can’t move on. And you’re about to become one. The very thing you hunt.

Off Dean –

INT. HOSPITAL – BASEMENT BOILER ROOM – NIGHT
JANITOR: It’s very unseemly. Making deals with devils. (then) How do I know this isn’t another trick?
JOHN: This is no trick. I’ll give you the Colt and the bullet. But you gotta help Dean. You gotta bring him back.
JANITOR: Why, John. You’re a sentimentalist. If your boys knew how much Daddy loved them.
JOHN: This is a good trade. You care a lot more about that gun than Dean.

End Studio Script page 39. Begin script page 41 (pages 41-42)

JANITOR: No. Not yet. You still need to sweeten the pot.
JOHN: With what?
JANITOR: There’s something else I want. As much as the gun. Maybe more.

INT. TESSA’S ROOM – NIGHT
Dean sits on the edge of the bed. Tessa approaches from behind. Pets his head. It’s tender and tempting, sweet and sexual, all at the same time.

TESSA: You don’t think I can see it?
DEAN: See what?
TESSA: Beneath the bravado? All that pain and hurt and suffering? You’re tired, Dean. You’ve had to bear so much… more than almost anyone. (beat) It’s time to rest. It’s time to put the pain behind you.
DEAN: And go where?
TESSA (with a warm smile): You think I’m giving away the big punch line?

Dean sits. Thinking.

TESSA: Moment of truth. You only get one shot at this. No changing your mind later. So what’s it gonna be?

CLOSE ON DEAN. Conflicted emotions flicker across his face. We have no idea what choice he’s going to make. Then… he looks up… ready to give an answer … when – the room lights flicker with buzzing static snaps. Dean notices. Tessa, too. Both equally confused –

DEAN: What are you doing that for?
TESSA: I’m not doing it.

Suddenly, from the floor vent – a Viscous Black Smoke darts into the room. Fast. Tendrils swirling and criss-crossing through the air.

DEAN: What the hell?

The black smoke attacks Tessa – surging around her. She backs away, shouts out, in terrible pain!

TESSA: You can’t do this! Get away!
DEAN: What’s happening?!

The black smoke forces itself inside Tessa’s open, screaming mouth. Invading her body. (pretty much the opposite of Meg’s exorcism in “Devil’s Trap.”) After the last of it flutters inside … Tessa abruptly stops screaming. She looks at Dean. With a slight, sly smile. And glowing yellow eyes. With an entirely different demeanor –

TESSA: Today’s your lucky day, kid.

Tessa plants her palm against Dean’s forehead –

INT. DEAN’S HOSPITAL ROOM – NIGHT
Sam stands over Dean’s body. When Dean suddenly wakes with a sudden, scary, violent heaving gasp!

SAM: Dean!

Dean’s choking. Gripping the tube that’s wedged halfway down his throat.
(Continued.) End script page 42.

Thank goodness they decided to forego all the getting-them-back-alive crap. I hate arcs like that.