( SHUT UP, DR PHIL )
HAIR SALON
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A Woman with foils in her hair is following a Stylist through electric sliding doors to the back of a hair salon while talking on a cell phone. "Karen, don't second-guess yourself. Yes, your house is beautiful, but didn't you tell me a million times that it's Rick's dream house? Selling it is how you punish his ass, Karen, and after what you've been through, don't you deserve that?" The Woman says. "
The Stylist places a plastic cap over the Woman's foils. "You do, honey. I'll have the papers ready tomorrow. Yay! I'm proud of you. Bye." The Woman turns to the Stylist. "I'm not good. I'm very good." The Stylist Chuckles and hands her a magazine.
"There you are."
"Thank you." She says.
"All right." The Stylist lowers a beehive hairdryer over the Woman's head and turns it on. "10 minutes. Holler if you need anything."
The Woman flips through the magazine for a few moments, then starts to look uncomfortable and tugs at her clothing. She tries to lift the hairdryer off her head. "Chris!" The Woman tries to slide out from under the hairdryer, but is somehow pulled back up. She tries to lift the hairdryer again, but it is now too hot to comfortably hold. She jerks her hands away and shakes them. "Ow. Chri—Ow."
The Woman continues to try to get away. Smoke starts to come out of the hairdryer. "Ow. Chris, get back here!" Light flashes from the hairdryer. "Chr-i-i-i-is! Chris!" The Woman continues to scream and struggle as light and smoke continue to come from the hairdryer. She is then lifted up from her seat further into the hairdryer and goes still. The hairdryer beeps and turns off.
Chris walks back through the sliding doors. "Oh, my God. Somebody, help!" He lifts the hairdryer from the Woman's head and screams at what he sees. "Aaaagh!"
SUPERNATURAL
MOTEL ROOM
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Dean is asleep fully dressed on a bed with a beer bottle next to him on the bedside table. He is having a nightmare.
FLASHBACK
"Leave me alone! I said shut up! Just stop! Stop!" Sam yells.
"You are what you are. You will kill again." Dean says.
"I won't. I swear." Amy says.
Dean wakes in alarm and raises himself up onto one elbow, breathing heavily. He looks over at the other bed, which is empty. He lies back down and reaches out for the beer bottle, which is also empty. Thinking again, Dean gets up and walks next door. He knocks twice.
Elena opens the door and smiles. "Hi." She says.
"Sam's gone so that gives us—" Dean didn't have enough time to gunsight because Elena pulls him in and kisses him. "Well good morning to you too."
Ever since last night, all Dean and Elena could think about was seeing each other again. They agreed to keep everything a secret until Sam got better.
"I missed you." Elena says.
"I just saw you last night." Dean smiles. "This is super weird, right? Us?"
"Nope." Elena says and kisses him again.
Dean pulls away as Elena wraps her arms around his neck. "I should go back. Sam could come back around in a second."
"Alright." Elena says as Dean walks out.
"Don't miss me while I'm gone." Dean says.
Elena smiles. "Go!" She shoos him away and closes the door, shaking her head.
Dean is looking at a laptop screen. PROSPERITY MUNICIPAL ARCHIVES Your search for FREAKY ACCIDENTS produced 1 results
There is a picture of Wendy Goodson, the woman from the hair salon. 1. 3:30pm Today – SECOND OF TWO FREAKY DEATHS IN TWO WEEKS PROSPERITY, INDIANA Wendy Goodson, 36, resident of Prosperity, IN was burnt alive while having her hair done at her local hair dresser. Her charred remains indicate electrocution, yet investigators state there were no malfunctions to be found in the dryer or the electrical system of the salon. The electrical system was brand new and inspected recently by the city's building inspectors. Police is [sic]listing Goodson's death as accidental electrocution, however, there remains many questions to be answered. Goodwin's family is bereft and remains vigilent in demanding answers to her untimely death. Wendy Goodson has an established Real Estate business on Main Street in Prosperity, Indiana. She was known as the golden girl by her many friends. Goodwin was a well known and well loved person as she was involved in many community events and was very active in charity events. She volunteered at the hospice for many years and will be fondly remembered by her friends and colleagues.
Dean is drinking a glass of whiskey as he reads and pours himself another, emptying the bottle. Sam jogs past the window and enters the room. "Somebody better be chasing you." Dean says.
"It's good for you." Sam says.
"No. No, it's not good for you. Look at you. You're, you're a mess, and you stink." Dean says. "Well, while you were out being Lance Armstrong..."
Sam takes a sports drink out of the refrigerator. "That would be biking." He says.
"I was working. You ever heard of a town called Prosperity, Indiana?" Dean asks.
"Has anybody?" Asks Sam.
"Two of their fine citizens died over the past two weeks. Uh, this one chick, she, uh, roasted underneath one of those beehive hair dryers at the hair salon..." Dean says. The laptop screen shows the Wendy Goodson article. Dean hits a key and a new page appears: newsstatsearch.com "And this other guy boiled in a hot tub."
"You don't see a lot of that." Sam says.
"No, you don't."
"It's worth checking out." Says Sam.
"Yeah."
"You know, one more thing." Sam says. "What's going on with you?"
"We have had this conversation, Sam." Dean says.
"No, we haven't. See, to do that, you'd have to, uh, sort of...speak." Sam says.
"Okay, let's see if you can get this straight." Dean says. "See you're—you're new Sam, right, Lance Armstrong."
"Biking." Says Sam.
"And, uh—and I'm still me, okay? All right, so—so, you might see things different now, uh—call it a runner's high or some crap—but that doesn't mean that something's going on with me, okay?"
"Yeah, okay." Sam says.
"No, don't say, 'yeah, okay,' like, 'yeah, okay'." Dean says.
Sam walks away. "Yeah, okay." He says.
JACK'S GROCERY
PARKING LOT
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Chet is walking towards his car, carrying a shopping bag and talking on his cell phone. "Yes, sir, I understand. Yeah, I definitely do realize this Winchester thing is taking far too long, and I'm sorry about that. No worries. I can be there in a day and a half. Yeah, I'll hit the road now." He puts the shopping bag into the trunk of his car, which contains a dead man. "Just stopped for a quick refuel. Thanks. It'll be my pleasure."
PROSPERITY, INDIANA
IMPALA
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Sam, Elena and Dean in the Impala drive down a main street. Wendy Goodwin's picture is on the back of a bench.
PROSPERITY MEDICAL
ARTS BUILDING
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"I'm very sorry. I-I know this is a tough time to have to talk about all this." Sam says to a Woman.
"I've already been through it so many times with the Lawyers, the police, the insurance guys." She says.
"Right. I know. I know. We just—we have to conduct our own separate investigation. I'm sorry." Sam says. "I know it's tough. Can I ask you—did your sister have any enemies?"
"Why do you ask that? You think her death wasn't accidental?"
"No. No, no, no. We just have to consider every possibility." Sam says. "Is there anyone who might have wanted to harm her?"
"You don't live here, so you don't know. Everyone...loved Wendy." Wendy's Sister says. "She volunteered at the church. She ran a group for kids. I was the big sister, and I looked up to her."
"What about this man who died—Carl Dunlap? Did she know him?" Sam asks.
"I don't think so."
"Well, Wendy was in real estate, right? Carl was an architect. Maybe they had some business dealings?" Asks Sam.
"If they had worked together, I would've heard the name. Agent Sambora... If someone did this to my sister, find out who."
JOSEPHINE'S HAIR SALON
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"And nobody was back here but Wendy." Dean says.
"No. But I was only gone for a minute." Chris the Stylist says.
"You can't even crank these things past a certain temperature—am I wrong?" Asks Dean.
"If it started to blow a fuse or something, it would have shut down." Chris says.
"Oh. Basically, you're saying that this couldn't have happened." Elena says.
"Basically, I'm saying it couldn't have happened." Chris says. Dean looks behind the hairdryer frame. "The insurance adjusters already did that."
"Thanks for the heads-up." Dean finds a coin. He holds it up for Elena to see and gives her a knowing look.
PROSPERITY, INDIANA
STREETS
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Sam and Dean are walking on separate streets and talking on their cell phones. Dean puts his on speaker so Elena can hear. "Wait. What kind of a coin?" Asks Sam.
"It's not American. I don't know where it's from. It was wedged back behind one of those machines. Somebody could have dropped it." Dean says. "Of course, they don't have pockets in those robe thingies that they make you wear."
Sam laughs. "I didn't realize you were such a spa expert." He says. Dean pauses next to a bench with an advertisement for Wendy Goodson Real Estate. The plants in planters on either side of the bench are dead.
"Shut up. I observe with my eyes." Dean says and Elena smiles at him.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever you say." Sam says. "So, you thinking it must be some kind of hex talisman?"
"Uh, maybe."
"All right. Pick me up."
"Why don't you just run home, Lance?" Asks Sam.
"Dean—" Sam starts.
"Yeah, I'll be there in a bit." Dean goes inside Van's Liquor. Elena follows him.
"What are we doing here?" She asks.
"I'm making a beer run." Dean says. "We're running out."
Elena stops him and grabs his hand. "You can't drown your guilt in liquor. You have to tell Sam about Amy." She says.
"No." Dean goes through the aisles and finds some beer.
CONSTRUCTION SITE
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A Man says goodbye to another man, who leaves in a pickup. The Man puts some items in his own vehicle and enters a portable toilet. While he is urinating, a pump in the back of his vehicle starts and a nail gun rises and moves through the air, coming to a stop outside the portable toilet.
As the Man zips up, the toilet door springs open. "Oh, come on!" The Man turns around and sees the nail gun in mid-air, pointing at his face. The nail gun fires multiple times. Bloody nails protrude through the back wall of the portable toilet. The Man has been shot many times, including once to the face.
The nail gun moves in closer and shoots twice more. The pump then stops and the nail gun drops to the ground.
Sam, Elena and Dean show ID badges. Sam goes inside a portable building while Dean and Elena talk to a policeman outside. "So, what do we know about the vic?" Dean asks.
"Dewey Stevens—owner, Dewey Stevens Construction, biggest outfit in town. Rotarian, Methodist, tenor, blue-ribbon pecan pie champ, asthmatic." The Policeman says as they stare at him. "We're a close-knit community."
"So, this, um, pillar of the community—he was taking a leak before he, uh, sprung a few?" Dean asks.
"The crew had gone for the day. Site was shut down."
Dean looks inside the portable toilet and uncovers Dewey Stevens' body. "Anything unusual besides the nails in the eyes?" He asks.
"Well, we're still trying to figure out where they plugged in the nail gun, seeing as there's no generator on the truck."
"Well, when you figure that out, let me know." Dean looks inside the portable toilet again and finds a coin. He and Elena then enter the portable building where Sam is using a laptop.
"So, another victim everybody likes." Elena says.
"Not everybody." Says Sam.
"Another physically impossible death. You got any ideas?" Dean asks.
"Cirque du Soleil?" Sam asks.
"Oh, I, uh, found another one of these, just like at the, uh, the hair-dryer/brain-roast." Dean hands Sam the coin.
"And I found a connection with all the vics." Sam says. "Um, these e-mail logs show Wendy, the real-estate chick, uh, Carl, the architect, and this Dewey guy were all working on a shopping center project together."
"Why didn't we know about that?" Elena asks.
"I- Well, it all fell apart for some reason. I mean, there are these e-mails back and forth, pretty hot and heavy, and suddenly they just stopped." Says Sam.
"So, everybody working on this project has died?" Dean asks.
"Well, not yet. Um, they were working with a developer, a guy named Don Stark."
"Don Stark? Why do I know that name?" Asks Dean.
LARGE TOWN BUILDING
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A bust of a man stands outside the building with a plaque reading "DON STARK Founder of the Prosperity Charity Foundation". Posters on the building advertise an art auction run by The Margaret Stark Charity Foundation.
"Man, this Stark guy is really plugged in, huh?" Sam asks.
"So, all the players in this—this shopping-center project have either fried, boiled, or kebabbed. He could be next." Dean takes out his flask and unscrews the lid.
"Really? From a freaking flask?" Sam asks. "What are you, bad Santa? On the job?"
"We're always on the job." Dean says. Sam's phone beeps. Dean takes a drink and Sam reads his phone message.
"All right. Bobby e-mailed back. I sent him a few pics of those coins you found." Sam says. "He says the writing is Romanian Cyrillic, used only in the mid-15th to the 19th century. Apparently, it's an antique Wallachian ducat."
"So, we're looking for an old Romanian?" Elena asks.
"You know, is it just me, or is this really weird?" Sam looks at the dead plants around the base of the Don Stark bust.
"Huh. I've seen this once before, where t-the plants are all dead in one spot." Says Dean.
"Where?" Asks Sam.
"A bus bench with Wendy Goodson's picture on it. I mean, I'm no expert, but I don't think plants are supposed to act like this."
CHET'S CAR
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Chet is seen in his car driving. See the Funny Little Clown by Bobby Goldsboro begins to play.