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Narrator: 22 years ago a baby lay in his crib, his mother and brother saying good night to him. His father showed up taking his brother to place in bed. A few hours later the boys mother Mary woke to his crying…

Dean: Hurry up and get on with the story
Sam: Dude don’t be mean
Me: okay fine quick intro…A young Boy named Sam woke his mother up with his crying. Mary goes to check it out finds Demon gets stuck to ceiling. John finds Mary, Mary bursts into flames. John gives Sam to Dean. Dean saves Sam. John grabs boys. End.
Dean: See that was better
Sam: Can we get on with the story
Me: okay on with the story…

…

Sam and Jess: *are catching Z’s*
Dean: *knocks something down* I’ll just leave that there
Sam: *wakes up and goes to investigate*
Dean and Sam: *fight…Dean Wins*
Dean: I win
Sam: Dean?
Dean: *laughs*
Sam: You scared the crap out of me.
Dean: I was hoping to turn you on
Sam: *flips them over, now his in charge*
Dean: *laughs* or maybe I did
The boys: *Stand up*
Moment: *Gets intense*
Sam: Dean, what the hell are you doing here?
Dean: We gotta talk.
Sam: Uh, the phone?
Dean: I want to see your sexy ass
Jess: *ignoring Dean* Sam?
Sam: Jess, hey. Dean, this is my girlfriend Jessica.
Jess: Just let me put something on.
Dean: Yes, yes you’re turning me off…Seriously. Anyway, I gotta borrow your boyfriend here, talk about some private family business.
Sam: No. No. Whatever you wanna say you can say it in front of her.
Dean: Okay. Um…dad hasn’t been home in a few days.
Sam: So he’ll come back
Dean: his on a hunting trip and he hasn’t been home in a few days
Sam: Jess excuse us
The boys: *leave the apartment*
Sam: It’s cold out. Good thing I remembered my Jacket
Dean: *ignoring Sam* Dad’s missing; and I’m lonely.
Sam: *doesn’t care* you remember the poltergeist in Amherst, or the devil’s gates in Clifton? He was missing then too, he’s always missing and he’s always fine.
Dean: I’m lonely and just I’m lonely
Sam: *ignores Dean* I swore I was done hunting for good.
Dean: But Dad his missing *pulls puppy dog face*
Sam: *gives in* what was he hunting?
Dean: *loves winning* All right, let’s see. Where the hell did I put that thing?

…

Place: Some Random gas Station
Dean: *has food*
Fan girls: Big shocker there
Dean: Hay
Me: Back to the story…any way
Dean: Hey, you want breakfast? *Waves food in the air*
Sam: No thanks. So how’d you pay for that? You and dad still running credit card scams?
Dean: all we do is apply, it’s not our fault they send us the cards.
Sam: Yeah and what names did you write on the application this time?
Dean: *gets in side the ever so hot Impala*
Fan girl: *drooling over the Impala*
Dean: *ignoring fan girls* Uh…Bert Aframian and his son, Hector.
Sam: Sounds about right. I swear man; you gotta update your cassette-tape collection.
Dean: Why? *looks confused*
Sam: Well for one they are cassette tapes, and two it’s the greatest hits of mullet rock.
Dean: House rules, Sammy. Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cake hole.
Sam: You know Sammy is a chubby 12 year old. It’s Sam, okay?
Dean: I’m sorry, I can’t hear you. The music’s too loud.
Cue awesome music

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Place: Bridge on sentential in Jericho, California
Dean: You fella’s had another one just like this last month, didn’t ya?
Policeman: Who are you?
Dean: Gay Brothers
Policeman: What?
Sam: What?
Dean: I said were federal Marshals *waves badge*
Policeman: You two Marshals
Dean: That’s what I said
Sam: So this victim, you knew him?
Policeman: In a town like this, everybody knows everybody.
Dean: Any connections between the victims besides that they’re all men?
Policemen: No
Sam: So what’s the theory?
Policeman: Honestly? We don’t know.
Dean: Well that is exactly the kind of crack police work that I’d expect out of you guys.
Sam: *Stomps on Dean’s foot*
The boys: *walk away*
Dean: *hits Sammy up the back of the head*
Fan girl: brotherly love
Dean: Not the kind I want
Me: HAY I’M THE ONE TELLING THE STORY HERE
Dean: Why do you have to step on my foot?
Sam: Why do you have to talk to police like that?
Dean: Come on. They don’t really know what’s going on.
Sam: *nods to FBI*
The boys: *leave together*
…

Dean: I’ll bet you that’s her. *points to Goth chick*
Sam: Yeah.
Dean: You must be Amy.
Amy: Yeah. *looks at Sam and Dean*
Dean: We’re gay brother
Sam: *didn’t catch what Dean said* what?
Dean: We’re Troy’s uncle’s Dean and Sammy
Amy: He never mentioned you to me
Dean: Well that’s Troy, I guess. We’re not around much; we’re up in Modesto.
So we’re looking for him too, and we’re kind of asking around
…
Amy: I was on the phone with Troy. He was driving home. He said he would call me right back, and he never did.
Sam: He didn’t say anything strange or out of the ordinary?
Amy: No
Sam: I like your necklace.
Amy: *smiling* Troy gave it to me.
Dean: Here’s the deal ladies--the way Troy disappeared—something’s not right. So if you’ve heard anything…
Girls: *look at each other*
Dean: What is it?
Girl: Well, it’s just…with all these guys going missing, people talk.
Sam and Dean: *go double mint twins*
Fan girls: *scream*
Dean: I would like to keep my hearing
Me: STORY
Sam and Dean: What do they talk about?
Girl: It’s kind of this local legend. This one girl, she got murdered out on Centennial like…decades ago. Well supposedly she’s still out there. She hitchhikes, and whoever picks her up—well, they disappear forever.
Sam: Let’s do research
Amy: Dean go for it *nods towards Sam**Excepts Wincest*
Fan girls: *love Amy*
Women in White: Can I just kill them now
Me: DID I SAY YOU COULD COME IN
Women in White: no
Me: Then go
Sam: *is busy looking for library and missed everything*
…
Sam: *finds library*
Dean: *Types away on computer*
Sam: Let me try. *reaches for computer*
Dean: *smacks Sam’s hand**gets tingle feeling*I got it.
Sam: *pushes Dean away*
Dean: *rolls back* you’re such a control freak. I like it…it turns me on
Sam: *is oblivious* so angry spirits are born out of violent death, right?
Dean: Yeah *wonders why Sam ignores him*
Sam: Maybe it’s not murder. *types away**reads away* Constance Welch, 24; Jumps off Sylvania Bridge, drowns in the river.
Dean: *looks at pretty picture*
Sam: *continues reading*
Dean: That Bridge look familiar to you?
…
Me: Let’s skip the boring research
Sam: *gets sad*
Me: Do you want to die
Sam: No
Me: Then do what you’re told
Woman in white: *Jumps in front of Dean’s car*
Sam: *Drops phone and hit’s break*
Dean: Sam? Sam!
Women in White: Take me home.
Sam: No
Women in White: Take me home.
Sam: No
Women in White: *does some stuff to the Impala*
Fan girls: You shouldn’t have done that
Women in white: I just did
Sam: Don’t do this.
Women in White: I can never go home.
Sam: You’re scared to go home. *reaches obvious conclusion*
Woman in White: *trys to kill Sam*
Dean: *Shots woman in white *
Sam: I’m taking you home. *drives Impala through the woman in white house*
Fan girls: oh no the car
Dean: Sam! *more worried about Sam* Sam! You okay?
Sam: I think.
Dean: Can you move?
Sam: Yeah. Help me.
Woman in White: Enough with the homoerotic sub text. *pins boys with cupboard*
Women in White’s children: *appear on stairs* you’ve come home to us mommy. *attaches to women in white*
Woman in White: *goes away to never return*
Dean: So this is where she drowned her kids.
Sam: That’s why she could never go home. She was too scared to face them. *once again states the obvious*
Dean: You found her weak spot. Nice work Sammy. I’ll tell you another thing. If you screwed up my car, I’ll kill you.
…
Me: now for the rap up
Dean: Make it quick I need food
Me: Keep it up and you’ll be the food
Sam: Yeah Dean
Me: You keep going and you’ll be a side order of fries
Sam: *gives puppy dog face* Sorry
Me: *pats on head* good boy…now the rap up
The boys: *Show up at Stanford* *say goodbye*
Fan girls: *cry*
Me: It’s not for ever
Fan girls: *happy*
Sam: *Goes to apartment, eats cookie*
Dean: Why does he get food?
Me: Because Jess baked them for him…this is taking to long narrator.
Narrator: Sam lays on his and Jess’s bed where he is hit by some blood. Sam looks up sees Jess pinned to roof. Screams
Sam: I did not scream I yelled
Narrator: *ignoring Sam because that’s what his paid to do*
Sam: Hey
Narrator: Dean breaks in saves Sam’s butt. Fire brigade show up put out fire.
The boy: *are standing near the Impala*
Sam: We got work to do.