Supernatural: The Full First Season

Faith

We pull up to an old, ramshackled house. Dean, Sam, and I are grabbing some weapons out of the back.

"What do you got those amped up to?" Sam asks.

"100,000 volts," Dean says.

"Damn," Sam says.

"Yeah," I say. "I want this rawhead extra freakin' crispy. Now remember, you only get one shot with these things, so make it count."

We head in and down to the basement. A sound is coming from a cabinet. "On three," I whisper. "One . . . Two . . . Three!" I rip it open. Two scared little kids are sitting down there. The girl screams.

"Is it still here?" Sam asks. The little boy nods

"Okay, grab your sister's hand. C'mon, we're gonna getcha out of here," Dean says as they stand up. "Let's go, let's go. Alright, go." They run up the stairs. Sam and I start up the steps when something grabs Sam and knocks him down. The kids scream.

"Sam!" Dean screams. Dean shoots it with the electrocutor.

"Sam, get them out of here!" Dean yells.

"Here, take this!" Sam tosses us the extra one. He and the kids run. Dean and I continue to look around.

"C'mon," I growl. It jumps out and hits Dean in the face. Dean shoots it.

"Wait, no!" I scream. He's sitting in a puddle. It electrocutes both of them. "No!" I scream, running over to him.

Sam comes down, "Dean! Dean! Hey! Hey! Hey!"

I grab him and pick him up, turning Xplyndros on Sam. Sam's eyes widen in shock. "Come on! No time to gawk! We need to get him to a hospital!" I go rushing up the steps.

"Please, let me be his nurse," I say. "Look, I have a Bachelor of Science and Nursing!" I'm talking to the doctor and the risk manager. "I don't need pay. Please, just let me care for my Dean."

The doctor looks at me before the risk manager pulls out some papers.

"If you'd just sign here," the risk manager sighs. I scribble my name down and toss on my scrubs.

I sit by his side as I watch his heart rate slowly pump.

"Electrocution," I whisper. "Vampires have two weak points; the heart and the brain." I'm watching him sleep. "You fried your heart."

Dean's flipping through the channels on a TV. Sam walks in. "You ever actually watched daytime TV?" Dean asks him. "It's terrible." I hold his hand.

Sam exhales sharply, "I talked to your doctor."

"That fabric softener teddy bear. Ooh, I want to hunt that little bitch down," Dean says.

"Dean," Sam says.

"Yeah?" Dean asks. "Alright, well. Looks like you're gonna leave town without me."

"What are you talking about? I'm not gonna leave you here," Sam says.

"I'll take good care of your car," I tear up.

"I'll haunt your ass," Dean says.

"I don't think that's funny," Sam says.

"Ah, come on, it's a little funny," Dean says. "Look, Sammy, what can I say, man? It's a dangerous gig. I drew the short straw. That's it, end of story."

"Don't talk like that, alright?" Sam says. "We still have options."

"Hey, I came as soon as I heard," Eli comes charging in.