Dig Your Grave

01. Pilot

At Sam's apartment, Dean pulled out wire cutters and opened the window before climbing in.

He caught sight of a woman looking at photos and frowned. He hadn't seen her for the past couple years if it was even her.

Sam, hearing the noises, opened his eyes.

INT. APARTMENT – NIGHT

Sam left the bedroom and looked around the apartment.

A window was open. Footsteps sounded. A man walked past the strings of beads at the far end of the hall. A woman followed and stood where she couldn't be easily seen. Sam moved to another part of the apartment and waited, unknowingly near a hidden Millie. The man entered the room. Sam lunged forward and grabbed the man at the shoulder. The man knocked Sam's arm away and aimed a strike at Sam, who ducked. The man grabbed Sam's arm, swung him around, and shoved him back. Sam kicked and was blocked, then pushed back into another room. Sam got his first glimpse of the man. The man elbowed Sam in the face; Sam kicked at his head. The man ducked and swung and Sam blocked. The man knocked Sam down and pinned him to the floor, one hand at Sam's neck and the other holding Sam's wrist.

"Whoa, easy, tiger," the man said.

Sam breathed hard. "Dean?" Dean laughed. "You scared the crap out of me!"

"That's 'cause you're out of practice."

Sam grabbed Dean's hand and yanked, slamming his heel into Dean's back and Dean to the floor.

"Or not," Dean stated.

Dean tapped Sam twice where he was holding him. "Get off of me."

Sam rolled to his feet and pulled Dean up. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"Well, I was looking for a beer." Dean put his hands on Sam's shoulders, shook once, and let go.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

"Okay. All right. We gotta talk."

"Uh, the phone?"

"If I'd'a called, would you have picked up?"

A brunette figure emerged from the shadows.

Sam frowned. "Millie? What are you doing here?"

She shrugged. "What, I can't visit my baby brother?"

"You haven't before."

"Well. Consider me making up for it."

He studied her, seeing a darkness he hadn't seen before. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," she snapped.

But even without pushing it was obvious she wasn't.

Jess turned the light on. She was wearing very short shorts and a cropped Smurfs shirt. "Sam?"

Sam, Millie and Dean turned their heads in unison.

"Jess. Hey. Dean, this is my girlfriend, Jessica. Jess, this is Millie."

Dean looked at Jess appreciatively.

"Wait, your brother Dean?" Jess asked, smiling. "And your sister Millie?"

Sam nodded. Dean grinned at her and moved closer. "Oh, I love the Smurfs. You know, I gotta tell you. You are completely out of my brother's league."

"Just let me put something on."

Jess turned to go. Dean's voice stopped her. "No, no, no, I wouldn't dream of it. Seriously."

Dean went back over to Sam without taking his eyes off Jess. Sam watched him, his expression stony while Millie looked on with a light sneer of disgust.