EXT. GREAT PLAINS MOTEL – NIGHT
INT. MOTEL ROOM – NIGHT
Sam laid in an otherwise empty bed, shirtless and trying to sleep. He opened his eyes, sighed, and rolled over. He sat up and saw Jess beside him.
"Hey, baby," Jess greeted and Sam stared. "I missed you."
Sam kept staring before saying, "Jessica. I'm dreaming."
"Or you're not. What's the difference? I'm here."
"I miss you so much."
"I know." She reached out to take Sam's hand. "I miss you too. What are you doing, Sam?"
"What do you mean?"
"Running away. Haven't we been down this road before?"
"No. It's different now."
"Really?"
"Last time I wanted to be normal. This time I know I'm a freak."
"Which is all a big ball of semantics. You know that."
"No."
"Even at Stanford you knew. You knew there was something dark inside of you. Deep down, maybe, but you knew. Maybe that's what got me killed."
Sam looked up, startled. "No."
"I was dead from the moment we said hello."
"No."
"Don't you get it? You can't run from yourself. Why are you running now?"
"Why are you here, Jess?"
"Would you believe I'm actually trying to protect you?"
"From what?"
"You. Sooner or later the past is going to catch up to you like it always does. You know what happens then?" Sam looked down. "People die. Baby, the people closest to you die."
"Don't worry because I won't make that mistake again."
"Same song, different verse. Things are never gonna change with you. Ever."
Sam looked down, then back up. Jess was gone.
One Week Earlier
EXT. GREAT PLAINS MOTEL – DAY
A car pulled up in front of the motel.
GARBER, OKLAHOMA
Sam got out of the shotgun seat and said, "Thanks."
"You're welcome," the driver replied.
Sam went around to the back of the car and opened the trunk.
EXT. TAFT MEMORIAL HOSPITAL – DAY
Dean closed the trunk of the Impala. He was wearing a suit and tie in contrast to Sam's casual dress. Dean hid a long knife under his coat, and went into the hospital, holding Kit's hand, as the little girl wanted to spend time with her father.
GREELEY, PENNSYLVANIA
INT. MOTEL ROOM – DAY
Sam squirted lighter fluid onto papers in a sink.
Sam lit a match and dropped it in. His fake IDs and credit cards, including one for the Pennsylvania state police, caught fire.
INT. HOSPITAL – DAY
Dean showed his Pennsylvania state police ID to a doctor.
"Hi, Detective Bill Buckner. Pardon the kid," Dean said.
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Lavender's Blue
Mistério / SuspenseA father and his newborn daughter set on a quest of sorts to find his father. Along the way, they recruit his brother. Together, they travel the back roads, hunting things that go bump in the night, trying to make the world a little safer. It's no...
