80. The Curious Case of Dean Winchester

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INT. LIVING ROOM – DAY

A woman, Mrs. Xavier, was reading the Weekly World News, headline: "LEADING PSYCHICS AGREE: THE APOCALYPSE IS HERE! Experts confirm the end is upon us!" She chuckled. The door opened.

"Hey, babe," Mrs. Xavier greeted as Mr. Xavier hurried upstairs. "Nice to see you too, babe."

INT. BATHROOM – DAY

Mr. Xavier rushed into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. He turned on the water in the sink and leaned forward, staring into the mirror. He was a young man, but aged rapidly, skin wrinkling, hair going gray and falling out, eyes going white-blind. He stumbled backward into a cabinet, smashing glass.

INT. LIVING ROOM – DAY

Mrs. Xavier heard the crash and looked up before calling, "Honey?"

INT. BATHROOM – DAY

Mr. Xavier collapsed.

INT. LIVING ROOM – DAY

Mrs. Xavier dropped her magazine and asked, "Are you okay?"

She rushed upstairs.

INT. BATHROOM – DAY

Mrs. Xavier opened the bathroom door, took one look, and screamed.

INT. HOSPITAL – DAY

Sam and Dean, holding Kit's hand, in suits, a nice dress for Kit, held up CDC badges.

"You expect me to believe you're CDC?" the doctor asked.

Dean looked at Sam and Kit.

Kit nodded. "Yes. Wait, what does CDC mean?"

"Excuse me?" Sam said.

"It's just that you're a day early," the doctor said. "First time in history I haven't sat on my ass waiting for you people. CDC means Center for Disease Control."

"New administration," Dean told her. "A change you can believe in."

"Right."

INT. MORGUE – DAY

The doctor pulled the corpse of Mr. Xavier out of a freezer. He looked like a dead eighty-year-old. Lexi was staying outside with the girls.

"Meet Xavier," the doctor told them. "Date of birth, April third, nineteen eighty-four." She exchanged glances with Dean and Sam. "I know. I ran the DNA twice. That's definitely him."

"Well, he wasn't big on the sunscreen, huh?" Dean commented.

"So, what's your theory?" Sam asked, staring at the man.

"All I know is, decedent's male, twenty-five years old—and he died of old age," the doctor said before she walked away. Sam and Dean glanced at each other.

Dean swallowed, seeing the man was near his wife's age.

INT. HOSPITAL CORRIDOR – DAY

Sam and Dean left the morgue. Kit followed. Dean was on the phone.

"You were right about this one," Dean said. "It's definitely a job."

INT. BOBBY'S LIVING ROOM – DAY / INT. HOSPITAL CORRIDOR – DAY

Bobby sat in his wheelchair, phone to his ear. "Thought so. Any other stiffs in town?"

"Just the one body."

"Anything else?"

"Couple missing persons, but usual for a town this size."

"Well, check 'em out."

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