Winchester Family-Book One

ASYLUM

MOTEL ROOM-DAY

Dean is sitting on the beds. Sam is on the phone

Sam: No, Dad was in California last we heard from him. We just thought...he comes to you for 'munitions....maybe you've seen him in the last few weeks. Just, call us if you hear anything.

He hangs up as Nathan walks through the door taking off his jacket. Dean looks up from the journal

Dean: Caleb hasn't heard from him?

Sam: Nope

Nathan: Neither has Pastor Jim or Jefferson.

Dean: I called Rachel

Nathan: And?

Dean: Nothing and before you ask, no she didn't admit her undying love for you

Sam laughs while Nathan grabs one of the pillows and throw it at Dean.

Sam: What about the journal? Anything leads in there?

Dean: No, same as last time I looked. Nothing I can make out.... I love the guy, but I swear, he writes like friggin' Yoda.

Sam: You know, maybe we should call the Feds. File a missing person's.

Nathan: We've talked about this. Dad'd be pissed if we put the Feds on his tail.

Sam: I don't care anymore.

Dean's cell phone begins to ring. He crosses the room

Sam: After all that happened back in Kansas, I mean...he should've been there, Dean. You said so yourself. You tried to call him and...nothing.

Dean: I know!

He rummages through his duffel

Dean: Where the hell is my cellphone?

Nathan: Up your ass and around the corner

Dean: Shut up

Sam: You know, he could be dead for all we know.

Nathan: Don't say that! He's not dead! He's – he's...

Sam: He's what? He's hiding? He's busy?

Dean finds his phone and flicks it open.

Shot of Cellphone: Message

From: Unavailable Subject: Message: 42, -89

9:52

BACK REPLY

Dean: Huh. I don't believe it.

Sam and Nathan: What?

Dean: It's, uh......it's a text message. It's coordinates.

LATER

Dean is typing at the computer.

Sam: You think Dad was texting us?

Dean: He's given us coordinates before.

Sam: The man can barely work a toaster, Dean.

Nathan: Sam, it's good news! It means he's okay, or alive at least.

Sam: Well, was there a number on the caller ID?

Dean: Nah, it said 'unknown'.

Nathan: Well, where do the coordinates point?

Dean: That's the interesting part. Rockford, Illinois.

Sam: Ok, and that's interesting how?

Dean: I checked the local Rockford paper. This cop, Walter Kelly, comes home from his shift, shoots his wife, then puts the gun in his mouth, blows his brains out. And earlier that night, Kelly and his partner responded to a call at the Roosevelt Asylum.