We see quick flashes of DEAN being tormented, his eyes flicking back and forth, his face covered in blood.
Cut to DEAN in a dark place; he breathes heavily, flicks his lighter on. He is inside a wooden coffin.
(extremely hoarse)
Help! Help! Help!
DEAN pounds on the wood above his head; dirt rains down on his face. He continues to pound.
EXT. FIELD – DAY
In the middle of a grassy field, a simple wooden cross is planted. As we pan back, a HAND bursts out of the dirt, followed by another. It is DEAN, and he crawls his way out of the ground, groaning and gasping. He lies on his back, panting. He stands, looks around in the glaring sunlight. Around his crude headstone is a perfect circle of dead trees, laying on the ground as if an unearthly powerful blast had felled them.
Through hazy heat, DEAN walks down an empty road and approaches an abandoned gas station. He pounds on the door.
DEAN
(hoarse) Hello?
INT. GAS STATION – DAY
DEAN rolls up his outer shirt over his right hand, breaks the glass on the door. Inside, he grabs a water bottle from a fridge and gulps at it, gasping. He finds a newspaper and sees the date, which reads:
Thursday, September 18th
DEAN
September.
INT – GAS STATION BATHROOM - DAY
DEAN washes his face in a dingy sink, then looks up and stares at his reflection. He wears a tight black t-shirt. Frowning, he stands, pulls the shirt up to expose his chest.
FLASHBACK
DEAN's chest is ripped apart by the Hellhounds (3.16)
PRESENT
DEAN stares at his unblemished, unscarred chest in the dingy gas station mirror. He turns his left shoulder to the mirror and pulls up the sleeve to reveal a large, raw HANDPRINT BRAND.
INT – GAS STATION MART – DAY
DEAN pulls snacks and energy bars from the shelves, along with several bottles of water, and stashes them in a plastic bag. Stopping in front of a magazine stand, he grins slowly. On the stand is an Adult Magazine - Busty Asian Beauties. He picks it up, smirks, flips through it, and stuffs it in the bag too.
He goes to the counter, sets down the bag, and hits a single button on the register, snapping his fingers in satisfaction when it pops open. As he's looting the cash, the TV to his left flicks on, showing only static. He shuts it off; only to have a radio to his right turn on to white noise. Not wasting a moment, he goes to another shelf and grabs a carton of salt, opens it, and begins to pour it along the windowsill.
A high-pitched single tone begins, and DEAN clutches his left ear in pain as he continues to pour salt with his right hand. As it continues, he drops the salt and crouches to the floor, groaning in agony. The window above his head shatters as the sound continues, and he drops to the floor. He leaps to his feet to try to escape, and more glass on the ceiling and walls shatters. He looks around cautiously.
EXT. PHONE BOOTH – DAY
DEAN dials a number, and hears only an alert tone.
RECORDED VOICE
We're sorry. You have reached a number that has been disconnected.
DEAN hangs up the pay phone and inserts another coin, dials another number. It rings once, then is picked up.
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The little archangel
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