Winchester Family-Book One

PHANTOM TRAVELER

MOTEL ROOM

Dean is sleeping on his stomach. Nathan is sleeping in a star fished position snoring loudly.

As the door opens, Dean awakens and slips a hand under his pillow for a weapon.

As he turns to look, he sees Sam entering, carrying coffee and pastries.

Sam: Morning, sunshine.

Dean: What time is it?

Sam: Uh, it's about five forty-five.

Nathan groans, opening his eyes and rubs them

Nathan: In the fucking morning?!!

Sam: Yep

Dean: Where does the day go?

Nathan sits up rubbing his eyes and reaches for a coffee.

Nathan: Did you get any sleep last night?

Sam: Yeah, I grabbed a couple hours.

Dean: Liar. 'Cause I was up at three, and you were watching a George Foreman infomercial.

Sam: Hey, what can I say? It's riveting TV.

Nathan: When was the last time you got a good night's sleep?

Sam: I don't know, a little while, I guess. It's not a big deal.

Dean: Yeah, it is.

Sam: Look, I appreciate your concern—

Nathan: Oh I'm not concerned about you. It's your job to keep my ass alive so we need you sharp.

Dean: You know I'm sitting right here, right?

Nathan: Yeah I know.

Dean: You still having nightmares about Jess?

Sam crosses the room sitting on the other bed handing a coffee to Dean and then Nathan

Sam: Yeah. But it's not just her. It's everything. I just forgot, you know? This job. Man, it gets to you.

Dean: You can't let it. You can't bring it home like that.

Nathan: So, what? All this it...never keeps you up at night?

Dean shakes his head.

Sam: Never? You're never afraid?

Dean: No, not really.

Nathan reaches under DEAN'S pillow to pull out a large hunting knife and holds it up as evidence.

Dean takes the knife back

Dean: That's not fear. That is precaution

Nathan: Precaution my sexy ass.

Sam: All right, whatever. I'm too tired to argue.

Dean's phone rings. He picks it up and answers it

Dean: Hello?

Is this Dean?

Dean: Who's asking?

It's, uh, It's Rachel. Rachel Singer.

Dean: Rachel?

Nathan's eyes quickly snaps up at the mention of his ex girlfriend's name. Dean smirks at his brother's face

Dean: Yeah, how are you? It's been a while

ANOTHER MOTEL ROOM

A red head girl is pacing back and forth the small room wearing a black flannel shirt and leather jacket.