Supernatural (season 1)

"Nightmare"

SUBURBAN NEIGHBORHOOD. NIGHT.

A man drives down the street, into his garage and turns off the engine. You see a Michigan number plate. The garage door starts winding down by itself and he looks at it, confused. His car doors then self lock. He struggles but cannot open them. 

The ignition key turns by itself and the engine starts. Exhaust smoke begins filling the garage. The man struggles to turn off the engine to no avail. The radio flicks on. The man begins to cough.

"Help. Somebody help me!"

By now the smoke is very thick and he keels over, unconscious.

NIGHT. MOTEL ROOM.

Sam starts up from his bed, suddenly wide awake. He looks across to where Dean is sleeping peacefully with Emma cuddled by his side. Sam sits a moment, then moves into action, flipping on the light switch and shaking his brother.

"Dean, Dean." The moment Dean stirs, Sam rises and starts gathering his things. Dean rubs his eyes. "What are you doing man, it's the middle of the night." He raises himself on his elbows. Taking Emma with him. "We have to go." says Sam. Dean and Emma are immediately alert but not alarmed. "What's happening?" asks Emma. "We have to go. Right now." says Sam again. He grabs his bag and walks out. Dean and Emma look at each other.

 IMPALA. NIGHT.

Dean is driving, Emma in the backseat still sleepy and rubbing her eyes. Sam is on the phone. Sam reads from a Michigan State Police ID. "McReady. Detective McReady. Badge number 158. I've got a signal 480 in progress, I need the registered owner of a two door sedan, Michigan licence plate Mary-Frank-six-zero-three-seven. Yeah ok, just hurry."

"Sammy, relax. I'm sure it's just a nightmare." says Emma. "Yeah, tell me about it." "I mean it." says Emma. "Y'know, a normal, everyday, naked-in-class, nightmare. This licence plate, it won't check out. You'll see." says Dean. "It felt different Dean, Emma. Real. Like when I dreamt about our old house. And Jessica."

"Yeah, that makes sense. You're dreaming about our house, your girlfriend. This guy in your dream, you ever seen him before?" asks Dean. "No." "No. Exactly. Why would you have premonitions about some random dude in Michigan." says Emma. " "I don't know." "Me neither." says Dean while looking at Emma, who has worried eyes.

" Yes I'm here." says Sam into the phone. He listens, glares at Dean, then picks up his pen. "Jim Miller. Saginaw, Michigan. You have a street address? Got it. Thanks." He hangs up the phone. "Checks out. How far are we?" "From Saginaw? Coupla hours." "Drive faster." commands Sam his brother.

NIGHT. JIM MILLER'S HOUSE.

The Impala cruises to a stop, the boys and Ems see the Emergency vehicles and someone on a stretcher being zipped into a body bag. They turn to each other in the car, Dean and Emma concerned, Sam upset.

JIM'S HOUSE.

Deanand Emma approaches the watching crowd. "What happened?" asks Dean to a woman. "Suicide. Can't believe it." She says. Sam comes up behind and standing on the woman's other side. "Did you know them?" asks Sam. "Saw him in every Sunday at St Augustines. He always seems...seemed, so normal. I guess you never know what's going on behind closed doors." She says.

Emma is staring straight ahead. "Guess not." "How did...ahh. How are they saying it happened?" asks Sam the woman. "I heard they found him in the garage, locked inside his car with the engine running." "Do you know about what time they found him?" "Oh it just happened about an hour or two ago. His poor family. I can't even imagine what they're going through."