Your Guardian Angel

08. My Heart Will Go On

INT. GARAGE - CHESTER, PENNSYLVANIA

A man, in his garage, propped up the door with a plank. He worked on a bent piece of metal.

"Piece of crap," the man muttered.

He went to grab his beer which wasn't where he left it. As he took it off the table behind him, he knocked over a glass of nails.

"Oh, damn it."

He got a broom to sweep up the nails and unknowingly knocked over a skateboard. He slipped on the skateboard, almost impaled himself on a pair of garden shears, and accidentally knocked over a bucket of golf balls. He slipped on one and fell, landing with his head directly underneath the garage door. A stray golf ball bounced onto a mouse trap, which went off and caused the golf ball to fly towards the plank propping up the garage door. The plank fell and the garage door came down on the man's neck, decapitating him.

INT. BOBBY'S HOUSE

Bobby sat his desk drinking alcohol. Sam and Dean watched him from the door to the kitchen.

"Say something," Sam whispered.

"No. You," Dean whispered back.

"No. You."

They played rock-paper-scissors. Sam picked paper. Dean picked scissors. Sam looked stunned.

Sam cleared his throat. "Uh..."

"You two just gonna stand there like the ugly girl at the prom, or are you gonna pitch in?" Bobby asked. "This so-called Eve, mother of whatever, ain't gonna tank herself. What's wrong with you three?"

"Bobby, you haven't slept in days," Dean said.

"I sleep. What are you, my wifenow?"

"I'm just saying that, you know, taking five might be a good thing."

"For whom?"

"Look, Bobby, it was - it was tough for all of us, seeing Rufus go like that."

"You think this is-? This ain't about Rufus."

"Bobby, he wasn't just a poker buddy."

"You know when I first knew Rufus was done for? The day I met him. The only question was, who first - him or me. Now, you want to stand there and therapise, or you want to get me some coffee?" The brothers exchanged a look. "Make it Irish."

Sam and Dean walked out.

"Well, he's doing fantastic," Dean muttered.

"Yeah, this isn't about Rufus at all," Sam replied.

"Well, what do you want to do? I mean, we can't just sit here and watch him poop out his liver."

"Well, we could get him out of the house. There's a job."

"Really? What've you got?"

Sam pulled a newspaper clipping from his jacket pocket. "Look, Chester, Pennsylvania. Three people got kicked off in the last week, all freaky. Last guy got karate-chopped by his garage door. And these are all blood relatives."

"What're you thinking, family curse?"

"Could be."

"Hey, grumpy," Dean yelled to Bobby, who'd walked up behind them, "You, uh-?"

"I don't want to do crap," Bobby said. "Leave me alone. Just, get out of my house, all of you. You're driving me nuts."

"Bobby," Dean called.

"Now! For the love of Pete."

Sam took the newspaper clipping from Dean.

EXT. BOBBY'S SCRAPYARD