The Curse of the Mark

05

[A Little Slice of Kevin]

EXT. RANDY RACCOON PRESCHOOL – DAY

Children played in a playground. A boy finger-painted at an outdoor table.

"It's finger painting, Aaron, not body painting. Let's get you cleaned up," a young woman said.

The young woman walked with the boy to an outdoor toilet block and held the door of the boys' room open for him. "There you go."

The young woman's eyes changed to black as she looked around before following the boy inside and closing the door. Bright light shined around the door frame and dark clouds appeared in the sky. Strong wind blew through the playground. The bright light behind the door of the boys' room went out and the door partly opened and closed again. Children screamed and ran for cover. The door of the boys' room partly opened and closed again. A twister appeared in the playground and fierce wind knocked over easels and chairs. The door of the boys' room blew open. No one was inside.

EXT. FOREST ROAD - DAY

Dean was driving, eating potato chips.

He passed a man in a trench coat walking down the road.

Dean overtook the man.

He saw Castiel and braked. He looked in the rearview mirror and reversed down the road. He left the car running on the road next to a sign for the Twin Pines Resort as he got out and looked around. He saw no sign of the angel.

Dean reached the cabin and Sam was using his laptop and drinking a beer. Sitka and Haven were sitting with the twins who were doing a puzzle.

Haven frowned, almost like she sensed something.

"Hey," Sam greeted.

"Hey," Dean replied, standing in the middle of the room, holding a six-pack and a paper bag.

Sam looked at his brother. "You look like you've s -- well, I was gonna say, "You look like you've seen a ghost", but you'd probably be stoked. Uh, you okay?"

Dean said in an uncertain tone, "Yeah, we're cool. What's up?"

"Well, this kid went missing from a preschool," Sam said, glancing up.

"That sucks," Dean said. "And?"

"And at the same time he vanished, a surprise tornado hit, last maybe 20 seconds, then, uh... shazam! Back to perfect weather."

"Hmm. And they pooh-pooh climate change."

Sam chuckled. "Yeah."

Dean put the beer into the fridge as Sam continued, "Well, similar wackiness has happened over the past few weeks in other places -- uh, Tulsa, a bus driver vanishes and a river gets overrun with frogs. New Mexico -- a mailman disappears, the earth splits open."

"Okay. So, uh, you're thinkin' demons?" Sitka asked as he and Dean stood and walked over to Sam and looked at the laptop.

"Yeah, possibly, but... I mean, this stuff was major." The laptop showed articles about missing persons. "These folks have nothing in common -- no religious affiliations, different hometowns, all ages. Why would demons want them?"

"Why do demons want anything?" Dean asked as he slapped Sam lightly on the shoulder. "Uh, so, we in on this?"

"Yep."

INT. WAREHOUSE/FACTORY – DAY

Screams came from behind a closed door. Crowley was torturing Samandriel with an angel-killing knife.