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EXT. CLEARING - NIGHT
There’s snow on the ground, and trees line the clearing. DEAN, dressed in his usual jacket and jeans. He looks around happily, taking a deep breath and closing his eyes to feel the snowflakes land on his cheeks.
SAM: Dean.
Dean smiles wider, then opens his eyes to look at his brother. SAM, also wearing his usual jacket and jeans, is smiling back at him. The two hug each other tightly like they haven’t seen each other in years. But there are no tears, only joy.
DEAN: Heya, Sammy.
They pull apart, and Dean pats Sam on the shoulder.
Sam chuckles.
SAM: Come on, let's go.
With arms draped over each other's shoulders, they begin walking.
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INT. DINER - SAME TIME
A sign in the window: “GRACE’S DINER - 24 HOURS”
Dean and Sam walk into the old restaurant. Laughing at a joke or a story they had been telling.
CAS: Dean.
The boys look up and see CAS across the diner.
Dean smiles warmly. Sam looks a little sad.
CAS: Sam.
They pull their friend into a hug.
SAM: Hey, Cas.
DEAN: It’s good to see you, man.
When they pull away from Cas, it is revealed that he has aged several years—about 65 years old. He smiles back at them weakly.
Cas looks too sad to say anything, so they sit in a booth. A waitress walks up and puts their plates of food in front of them.
The boys give their friend a suspicious look, and he looks bashful.
CAS: I went ahead and ordered for you both. You get the same thing every time.
They smile at Cas.
DEAN (to waitress): Thanks, sweetheart. Looks great.
She smiles and leaves them.
Dean digs into his cheeseburger. Sam eats his chicken sandwich. They both moan in ecstasy at the taste.
DEAN: Damn, I’ve missed this.
Cas smiles at them fondly and eats his fries.
SAM (nodding): Me too.
Sam wipes his mouth with a napkin and looks at Cas.
SAM (cont): So, how have things been up here?
DEAN (around a mouthful of food): Quiet, I hope.
CAS (huffs a laugh): Always. Things have been completely quiet since you guys...
Cas gets a sad look in his eyes again.
CAS (whispered): Did what you did.
Dean grabs Cas’ arm.
DEAN: I know it’s hard, man. But this is what we wanted.
CAS (clears throat): I know. It doesn’t make it any easier. Did you two make it here, alright?
DEAN (sarcastically:) Oh, yeah. Sammy was a little late to the party, as usual, but otherwise... All good.
SAM (jokingly): Well, I’m sorry that you can get down here in the blink of an eye. But for me, getting up here is-
CAS: Hell?
Dean and Sam pause, shocked by Cas’ comment. But when the corner of his mouth quirks up, the three break out into hearty laughter.
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MONTAGE:
The boys continue to eat. They talk and laugh. They describe things excitedly, waving their hand around for emphasis on a story we cannot hear. The waitress brings plates of pie, causing more laughter at how quickly Dean eats.
Sam looks at his watch and gives the others a sad smile.
FADE TO:
EXT. CLEARING - SAME NIGHT
The three of them walk to where Dean and Sam met earlier. Now from another angle, a crypt can be seen at the edge of the woods. The stone building has “WINCHESTER” carved above the massive stone doors.
They stand outside of it for a moment, just staring at it.
SAM: We need to get moving. The sun’s coming up.
DEAN: I know, I just...
SAM: Yeah. Me too.
Dean is the first to turn to Cas and hug him. Cas isn’t trying to hold back his tears anymore, but Dean is trying to keep it together.
CAS: Same time next year?
Dean chuckles.
DEAN (clears throat): Of course, it’s gonna be the big 15. We can’t miss it.
CAS (weak laugh): Good.
DEAN: Love you, man.
With a pat on the back, Dean steps away. Then Sam steps in to hug Cas.
SAM: Thanks for taking care of us, Cas.
Cas steps back, nods, and pulls himself together as best he can.
The sky is turning pink and orange from the sunrise.
Dean and Sam share a quick hug, then walk inside the crypt.
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EXT. HEAVEN
The atmosphere is bright but cold. The space is endless and eerie. Dean walks up a set of white marble stairs, every step echoing for an eternity.
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EXT. HELL
The dark rocky terrain is quaking from a swirling storm overhead. Animal-like SHRIEKS fill the air. This world is grey with lightning flashes across the sky, illuminating Sam as he climbs uneven steps.
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EXT. HEAVEN
Dean reaches the top of the stairs. He kneels, his regular clothes melting away into golden armor. He slides his LEFT arm into a shield and grabs the hilt of a heavy sword with his RIGHT.
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EXT. HELL
Sam stands on a flat rock. He stares at a chain and manacle for a moment before kneeling and locking it around his ankle. His normal clothes are singeing away, leaving him a dark heavy armor. He takes hold of a bident, matching his armor in his LEFT hand and a crown in his RIGHT.
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EXT. HEAVEN
Dean stands and steps forward. He stands on a ledge and looks over the endless white void before him. He takes a deep breath and pulls his shield up to his chest. Then looks at the sword in his RIGHT hand.
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EXT. HELL
Sam stands and walks to a seat carved into the rough rock, the chain around his ankle scraping along the floor. He unceremoniously puts the dark brimstone crown upon his head and looks up at the storm and then to the bident in his LEFT hand.
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EXT. HEAVEN
Dean holds his head high; he needs to be strong. Hoisting the sword into the air, it catches fire and lights heaven in a warm glow, revealing Dean standing atop a marble column. Centered in front of the opening gates of heaven. Bright glimmering souls soar through the gate.
The high-pitched tone of angels speaking fills the air.
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EXT. HELL
With a heavy sigh, Sam sits up. His face is stern as he lifts the bident a few inches off the ground. Then very deliberately brings it down to meet the floor again. The sound is like a deafening gavel.
A bolt of red lightning shoots down from the sky, hitting the staff and lighting Hell in RED. Revealing Sam sitting upon a throne, craved into a mountain-like column. The SHRIEKS stop, and the RED lightning storm flashes out like a light. But the RED glow remains in the sky.
It’s dead quiet.
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EXT. HEAVEN
Dean’s eyes are now shining like an angel’s. He shifts his gaze down to his feet and takes a knee. Sword still hoisted in the air and aflame.
His movements having the faintest sound of grinding stone.
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EXT. HELL
Sam leans back, his eyes closed, pulling off his crown and resting it on his leg. His staff now with a ruby light at its top. He opens his RED glowing eyes and stares at the chain that holds him in hell.
His movements having the faintest sound of grinding stone.
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INT. CRYPT - FOLLOWING MORNING
Cas is standing before two stone statues.
They match Dean and Sam’s postures in heaven and hell perfectly. The sun is streaming in through the open doors, lighting their features.
Cas is silently crying.
CAS (whispered): Thank you. Thank you for saving us.
Cas walks out of the crypt.
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EXT. DIRT ROAD - SAME TIME
Cas opens the door to the Impala. He starts the engine and smiles at the familiar sound.
Cas drives off into the distance.
FADE TO BLACK.
"SUPERNATURAL"