EXT. DESERTED STREET – NIGHT
Sam was leaning against the hood of a car. Penelope sat on the hood. Dean carried a tray of take-out food and said, "All right, here we go."
Dean sat between Sam and Penelope and put the tray down on the hood between them. "You know... even though the world is going to crap, there's one thing that I can always count on – these things tasting the same in every drive-through in every state in our great nation." He took a bite of a taco. "Mmm."
A phone rang. Sam and Penelope patted their pockets and Dean took out his cell. "Annie."
"Hey, Dean."
"A nice surprise. How you been?"
CAR – NIGHT
Annie, who appeared to be in her late 30s, was driving.
CAR - NIGHT / DESERTED STREET - NIGHT
"Oh, I'm still kicking," Annie said. "So, good, I guess. Heard about Bobby. I'm sorry. Kennedy doing okay?"
"Yeah," Dean replied. "Us too. She's hanging in there. What's up?"
"Well, I got some of his old books. I thought maybe you'd want 'em."
"Yeah. Sure. Where you at?"
"Bodega Bay. Crow's Nest Inn."
"You working?"
"Always. You guys anywhere nearby?"
"Near enough."
"Cool. Why don't we meet at the Pier Front Restaurant – lunch?"
"One o'clock?"
"Yeah. Bye."
EXT. HOUSE – NIGHT
INT. HOUSE – NIGHT
Two teenagers were kissing on a sofa. The room was lit by candles.
"We shouldn't be here," the girl said.
"Yeah. I know," the boy replied.
CAR – NIGHT
Annie was driving. She pulled up to the house.
INT. HOUSE – NIGHT
The girl sat up at the sound of Annie's vehicle. "Cops?"
Annie's car door slammed. The teenagers grabbed flashlights and got up from the sofa.
EXT. HOUSE – NIGHT
Annie walked towards the front door, shining a flashlight.
INT. HOUSE – NIGHT
The teenagers hurried through the house. Their flashlights flickered and went out. A large man was standing in the doorway.
"You shouldn't have come here," the man told the teenagers as he ran towards them.
Annie entered the house, shining a flashlight. She discovered the teenagers' bodies on the floor. There was blood on their faces and blood pooled underneath them. Annie's flashlight flickered and went out. The front door slammed.
INT. PIER FRONT RESTAURANT – DAY
Sam, Penelope and Dean were sitting at a table overlooking the pier. Sam and Penelope were looking at the menu and Dean was reading a newspaper.
"Hey, get this," Dean said. "Dick Roman is funding another archaeological dig. Guy moves more dirt than "The Drudge Report.""
"Well, any – anything on what he's digging for?" Sam questioned.
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Things We Lost in the Fire
Mystery / ThrillerThe apocalypse was thwarted, but at the cost of one's soul, in bargain to keep another safe. One who is a trusted friend betrays those closest to him. A door has been opened, bringing about fangs and black goo. Tablets reveal the possibility to cl...
