Bound by tragedy and blood to a dangerous, ortherwordly mission, two brothers and a girl travel in mysterious back roads of the country in their '67 Chevy-impala, searching for their missing father and hunting down every evil supernatural force the...
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Lawrence, Kansas
22 years ago
Crickets chirp. A large deciduous tree with no leaves stands outside one of serveral suburban homes.
A women, wearing a white nightgown, carries 2 small children into a dark room. "Come on, let's say good night to your brother." The women turns on the lights: you see a baby lying in his crib and looking over at the woman and the 2 small children. The woman sets te small boy and girl down. He leans over the side of the crib en kissens the baby on the forehead.
"Night, Sam." The womans leans over Sam as well. "Good night, love" The woman brushes Sam's hair back and kisses his forehead. " Emma don't you wanna say good night?" The small girl, Emma, takes a step back. Till she bumps into strong legs. "Don't be shy Emma, you are now a part of the family" says the woman in white.
"Hey, Dean." Dean turns. There is a man in the doorway wearing a USMC T-shirt. Dean rushes over to him. "Daddy!" "Hey, buddy." He scoops Dean up and gives Emma a pat on the head. "So what do you think? You think Sammy's ready to toss around a football yet?" Dean shakes his head laughing. "No, daddy." He laughs "No".
The woman passes the man and Dean on the way out of the room. "You got him and Emma?" "I got them" He hugs Dean closer and takes Emma hand in his own. "Sweet dreams, Sam."
The man carries Dean and Emma out of the room, flipping off the lights. Sam watches them go, gurgling, then tries to reach his toes. The baseball-themed mobile above Sam's crib begins to spin on its own while Sam watches. The transportation-themed clock on the wall ticks, ticks, stops. The moon-shaped nightlight flickers.
Lights flicker on a baby monitor sitting on a nightstand next to a photo of the woman and the man. Strange noises come through the monitor. The woman, asleep in bed, stirs. She turns on the light on the nightstand.
"John?" She turns, she alone. She gets up. She walks down the hall to Sam's nursery. Sees only John's silhouette, standing over Sam's crib. "John? Is he hungry?" John turns his head. "Shhh." "All right." She heads back down the hallway. The light by the stairs is flickering. She frowns and goes to tap at it till the light steadies. "Hm."
More flickering light is coming from downstairs: the woman investigates. A war movie is on tv and John has fallen asleep watching it. If John is here, she realizes, then the man upstairs cannot be John and must be a intruder. She runs back upstairs.
"Sammy! Sammy!" She enters Sam's nursery and stops short.
Upstairs, the woman screams, John wakes up. "Mary?" John scrambles out of the chair. "Mary!" He runs upstairs, burtst through the closed door of the nursery. "Mary." The room is quiet and appears empty except for Sam awake in his crib and John. He glances around and pushes down on the side of Sam's crib.
"Hey, Sammy. You okay?" Something dark drips next to Sam. John touches it. Two more drops land on the back of his hand. It looks like blood. John looks up. Mary is sprawled across the ceiling, the stomach of her nightgown red with blood, staring at John and struggling to breathe. He collapses onto the floor, staring at Mary.
