[The Curious Case of Dean Winchester]
INT. LIVING ROOM – DAY
A woman, Mrs. Xavier, was reading the Weekly World News, headline: "LEADING PSYCHICS AGREE: THE APOCALYPSE IS HERE! Experts confirm the end is upon us!" She chuckled. The door opened.
"Hey, babe," Mrs. Xavier greeted as Mr. Xavier hurried upstairs. "Nice to see you too, babe."
INT. BATHROOM – DAY
Mr. Xavier rushed into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. He turned on the water in the sink and leaned forward, staring into the mirror. He was a young man, but aged rapidly, skin wrinkling, hair going gray and falling out, eyes going white-blind. He stumbled backward into a cabinet, smashing glass.
INT. LIVING ROOM – DAY
Mrs. Xavier heard the crash and looked up before calling, "Honey?"
INT. BATHROOM – DAY
Mr. Xavier collapsed.
INT. LIVING ROOM – DAY
Mrs. Xavier dropped her magazine and asked, "Are you okay?"
She rushed upstairs.
INT. BATHROOM – DAY
Mrs. Xavier opened the bathroom door, took one look, and screamed.
INT. HOSPITAL – DAY
Sam, Francesca and Dean, in suits, and a dress for Francesca, held up CDC badges.
"You expect me to believe you're CDC?" the doctor asked.
Dean looked at Sam and Francesca.
"Excuse me?" Sam and Francesca said.
"It's just that you're a day early. First time in history I haven't sat on my ass waiting for you people."
"New administration," Dean told her. "A change you can believe in."
"Right."
INT. MORGUE – DAY
The doctor pulled the corpse of Mr. Xavier out of a freezer. He looked like a dead eighty-year-old.
"Meet Xavier," the doctor told them. "Date of birth, April third, nineteen eighty-four." She exchanged glances with Dean, Francesca and Sam. "I know. I ran the DNA twice. That's definitely him."
"Well, he wasn't big on the sunscreen, huh?" Dean commented.
"So, what's your theory?" Francesca asked, staring at the man.
"All I know is, decedent's male, twenty-five years old—and he died of old age," the doctor said before she walked away. Sam, Francesca and Dean glanced at each other.
Dean met Francesca's eye, seeing her distant look. "Hey, Frankie? What is it?"
Francesca's gaze slowly nodded slowly. "Dean, that could be me. What if- What if that happens to me?"
He placed his hands on her arms. "That's not gonna happen to you, okay?"
"Do you promise?"
"I promise, Francesca."
INT. HOSPITAL CORRIDOR – DAY
Sam, Francesca and Dean left the morgue. Dean was on the phone.
"You were right about this one," Dean said. "It's definitely a job."
INT. BOBBY'S LIVING ROOM – DAY / INT. HOSPITAL CORRIDOR – DAY
Bobby sat in his wheelchair, phone to his ear. "Thought so. Any other stiffs in town?"
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