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Micki Ramirez & Cordell Walker Walker (2021)

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The Supernatural Script Hunt came from humble origins, a handful of fans banding together to collect and preserve our fandom history, making as many scripts as possible accessible to fans worldwide. Since acquiring our first script over five years ago, and then branching out to involve so many fans supporting the work in the years since, it was always our intent to give it all back, and then some.

When we began this project, the fandom collectively had six scripts from five episodes and a single network outline. In the five years since we bought our first script to add to that collection, we are ending the project with a total of 163 scripts from 147 episodes, casting sides from 50+ episodes, 50+ call sheets, arenas from 18 episodes, and other related documents. A complete list of items in our collection is on the SupernaturalWiki, for a closer look, click here.

The time has come for us to offer everyone a final chance to own their very own priceless souvenir of the show and cast we all love so dearly. In doing so, we also want to honor the largest (hopefully!) legacy of our fandom: using our collective power for good. Which is why we're offering up some very special scripts (and a few other items!) in our collection in a raffle to benefit Undue Medical Debt.

Our initial goal was to raise at least $10,000 so we can erase at least one million dollars in medical debt.  We've met that goal, our stretch goal is to get to $20,000 so we can erase at least two million dollars in medical debt.

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For every $10 you donate to Undue Medical Debt, you will 1) be erasing about $1,000 in medical debt and 2) be able to enter our raffle to win one of the items listed below.

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Donated by Eric Kripke:

'Pilot' - "Original pilot that got tossed out -- whole different story -- enjoy this alternative reality Sam and Dean." Signed by Eric Kripke, Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, and Samantha Smith.

2.22 'All Hell Breaks Loose: Part 2' - Yellow Revisions. Signed by Eric Kripke, Jensen Ackles, and Jared Padalecki.

3.16 'No Rest for the Wicked' - Goldenrod Revisions. Signed by Eric Kripke, Jensen Ackles, and Jared Padalecki.

4.01 'Lazarus Rising' - Pink Revisions. Signed by Eric Kripke, Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, and Misha Collins.

4.22 'Lucifer Rising' - Production Draft. "My director's copy - rare! Enjoy!" Signed by Eric Kripke, Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Misha Collins, and Rob Benedict.

5.01 'Sympathy for the Devil' - Pink Revisions. Signed by Eric Kripke, Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Misha Collins, and Rob Benedict.

6.22 'The Man Who Knew Too Much' - Production Draft. Signed by Eric Kripke, Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Misha Collins, and Mark Sheppard.

Donated by James Stoteraux and Chad Fiveash:

Gotham Knights - 'Pilot' - Double Yellow Revisions. Signed by Misha Collins, Oscar Morgan, Olivia Rose Keegan, Navia Robinson, Fallon Smythe, Tyler DiChiara, Anna Lore, Rahart Adams, Chad Fiveash, and James Stoteraux.

Gotham Knights - 1.13 'Night of the Owls' - Production Draft. Signed by Misha Collins, Oscar Morgan, Olivia Rose Keegan, Navia Robinson, Fallon Smythe, Tyler DiChiara, Anna Lore, Rahart Adams, Chad Fiveash, and James Stoteraux.

Donated by Natalie Abrams:

Gotham Knights - 1.11 'Daddy Issues' - signed by show creator/episode co-writer Natalie Abrams, director America Young, and Misha Collins (Harvey Dent/Two-Face). Two copies donated, two winners. Thank you @deanismybuddy (twitter) for making this happen.

Donated by Jennifer May Nickel:

Signed Gotham Knights costume sketches (8.5" x 11" prints), four winners.

1.08 Harvey Dent tux

Rebecca's 1.13 dress

Duela's 1.09 grenade costume

Carrie/Robin's super suit look

Donated by Robbie Thompson: 

The Winchesters - 1.01 'Pilot' - Final Shooting Script - signed by Robbie Thompson and Jensen Ackles.

The Winchesters - 1.13 'Hey, That's No Way to Say Goodbye' - signed by Robbie Thompson and Jensen Ackles.

Thank you to @SadieWit (twitter) and Gabe Garza for making this happen.

Scripts Not Donated by Creators:

3.15 'Time is on My Side' - Production Draft signed by Jim Beaver at Creation Tour: Burbank 2024; Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki at Jus in Bello 14; Steven Williams at Crossroads 8.

14.14 Ouroboros - Production Draft - donated by @_ninalynne_ (twitter).  

Gotham Knights - 'Pilot' - Pre-Production Draft signed by Misha Collins at Creation Tour: Burbank 2024.

Walker - 'Pilot Script' - signed by Jared Padalecki, Jensen Ackles, and Richard Speight Jr. at Jus in Bello 14.

Walker: Independence - 'Pilot Script' - Revised Network Draft - signed by Jared Padalecki at Jus in Bello 14; Mark Sheppard at Crossroads 8.

The Winchesters - 'Pilot' - 4th Network Draft signed by Jensen Ackles at Creation Tour: Burbank 2024; Richard Speight Jr. and Rob Benedict at Jus in Bello 14; Jim Beaver and Alexander Calvert at Crossroads 8.

Audio/Visual:

Supernatural: The Complete Series Blu-ray - donated by @HanmeiCui (twitter)

Dick Jr. and the Volunteers' "Fistfights and Hug-Outs" CD - signed by Richard Speight Jr. at Jus in Bello 14, donated by @Julie_Fleming and @EmilieDK87 (twitter)

Rob Benedict "Leave The Light On" CD - signed by Rob Benedict at Jus in Bello 14, donated by @merenwen76AO3 (twitter).

"Saturday Night Special" CD - signed by Louden Swain at Creation Tour: New Jersey 2024.

Autographed Photos and Posters:

Crossroads 8 "Supernatural" cast poster (A3 size) signed by Misha Collins, Mark Sheppard, Julian Richings, Alexander Calvert, Jim Beaver, Rob Benedict, Steven Williams, Corin Nemic, Todd Stashwick, and Cindy Sampson. Donated by @AilesduSoleil (twitter).

Crossroads 8 "The Boys" cast poster (A3) signed by Tomer Capone and Karen Fukuhara.

Autographed photos from Crossroads 8 donated by @AilesduSoleil, @Julie_Fleming, @PurpleNurpleSPN (twitter):

Rob Benedict, Alexander Calvert, Tomer Capone, Misha Collins, Karen Fukuhara, Corin Nemec, Cindy Sampson (multiple winners)

Books:

Hardcover edition of Good Omens - signed by Neil Gaiman and Mark Sheppard. Thank you to the staff at The Golden Notebook in Woodstock, NY for being extremely helpful and kind.

Hardcover edition of Death (2022) - written by Neil Gaiman, art by Mike Dringenberg, John Totleben, Mark Buckingham, and Chris Bachalo. Signed by Lisa Berry.

Family Don't End with Blood - signed by Jared Padalecki, Jensen Ackles, Misha Collins, and Jim Beaver, donated by @FangasmSPN (twitter).

There'll Be Peace When You are Done - signed by Jared Padalecki, Jensen Ackles, Misha Collins, Alexander Calvert, and Sebastian Roche, donated by @FangasmSPN (twitter).

Supernatural 15 Seasons: The Crew Member's Souvenir - two copies, two winners. Donated by @HanmeiCui (twitter) and [anon].

Fan Arts and Crafts:

"To Be Continued" t-shirt made and donated by @shitannamakes (twitter), signed by Jensen Ackles at Creation Tour: Burbank 2024. 

The Winchesters canvas print (16 x 22.7 in) designed by BobbysIdjit (tumblr, Redbubble) and signed by Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Misha Collins, and Richard Speight Jr. Donated by Denim-wrapped Nightmares, a Supernatural Podcast.

Curse boxes made and donated by @TheGreenCooler (twitter):

6" x 4" x 4" - red and white

8.5" x 6" x 5" - brown and black

Supernatural and AKF themed decorative pillar candles made and donated by @TheGreenCooler (twitter): 

4x3 inch short decorative pillar candles set: "Sam and Dean initials"

5x3 inch decorative candle: #AlwaysKeepFighting "Good morning Starshine. You're still here today."

5x3 inch decorative candle: #AlwaysKeepFighting "Hopeful Daisy"

5x3 inch decorative candle: "Men of Letters"

5x3 inch decorative candle: "Carry On Wayward Son"

5x3 inch decorative candle: "We Are Home"

6 x 4 decorative candle: "Impala on a Hunt" (pic 1) (pic 2) (pic 3) 

Rare Actor-Specific Items

AFK pin designed by Phil Sgriccia in 2015 for Jared Padalecki, "only Jared had these pins unless he gave them to you" - donated by @slammtam (twitter)

Jared Padalecki autograph at Creation Austin, donated by @KLFSPNcons off her Gold badge (Row I).

Raffle closes on Sunday, June 30 at 11:59pm (EST). Winners will be drawn by a random number generator, we will submit the names to Undue Medical Debt's development staff to confirm the donations match the caps submitted to us on the Google Form, and we'll contact winners by Saturday, July 6 2024. Winners will have 72 hours to respond, and will be required to provide their physical mailing address and to cover the cost of shipping (for scripts it's currently $9.85 for priority mail insured inside the US, international rates and non-script rates to be determined as necessary). 

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As Castiel once told a patron of the Gas N Sip buying a lottery ticket, good luck!

𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 - 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚒𝚒𝚒

⸝⸝ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲

Being friends since childhood, their fates felt interwoven.

From stolen sunrises and first kisses to whispered promises beneath the Texas sky, there wasn't a version of the future where they weren't together. But after tragedy changes the world overnight, one impossible decision tears them apart.

As years pass and life takes them down different roads, old wounds refuse to stay buried. Some loves fade with time.

Theirs never did. ⸝⸝

Pairing: Cordell Walker x fem!reader

WC: 2.6K

CW: 18+, heavy angst, descriptions of spousal abuse (verbal, mental, emotional), toxic relationship (verbal arguments, separation, codependency) language, incarceration, repressed emotions, alcohol abuse/drunkenness, character death (canon), pining, slow-burn. I will create content warnings for each part.

A/n: based on this request. This wasn't supposed to be so angsty! I've been on a big Zach Bryan kick lately. I promise there's a happy ending. 𖹭

The interaction at the farmers market left Cordell deeply unsettled. There was something in your eyes. Something in the way your body reacted to his presence. He’d seen you afraid before. The time you stumbled across a rattlesnake curled up in your path, its tail vibrating an aggressive warning. Or when you were late getting home and knew you’d face the brunt of your father’s wrath.

He combed through databases trying to find out who Luke was and whether he had a record. Maybe an active warrant. Aside from a speeding ticket, the guy was clean on paper.

“Unless he’s got a warrant, there’s nothing we can do, Walker.” James trusted his partner’s gut, but knew there were limits to their authority. “Even if he is roughin’ her up, they’re married. That complicates things if she isn’t asking for help.”

Cordell sighed in frustration and scrubbed his face with his hands.

“You don’t get it.” He said, shaking his head. “She was terrified.”

“Maybe it was seeing you—it’s been what? Five years?” He knew his partner wouldn’t let it go. One of the things that made him a great Ranger was his tenacity. “Just tread carefully, Cordell.”

He set up a notification that would alert him to any complaints involving you or Luke. Silently hoping it wouldn’t be too late.

Weeks passed, then months. He had to take his partner’s advice and let it go. Without proof or any way to contact you, there was nothing he could do that wouldn’t risk making things worse.

Months quickly turned into years. He arrived at work one day to find a report on his desk about a domestic disturbance that had ended in Luke’s arrest. His blood ran cold until he saw that you were alive and had refused transportation to the hospital.

He went down to the jail, not entirely sure what he planned to accomplish. To his relief—and horror—he ran into you in the waiting room attempting to arrange for Luke’s release. Your hair was twisted into a loose bun and you looked exhausted—worn thin, with a blank expression on your face. Like you were operating on autopilot.

“Y/N? What are you doing?”

You turned toward the familiar voice with a look of shock and embarrassment on your face.

“Cordell…what are you doing here?”

You flinched nervously when the female officer returned to the plexiglass window in front of you.

“Ma’am, I’m sorry, but as the victim you can’t bail him out,” she drawled with a sympathetic expression.

“What? I’m not a victim,” you spat. “It was just an argument that got out of hand—“

“—I’m sorry, but that’s the law. It’s for your own good.”

“Cordell, can you do something? Please?” Your voice was tight with desperation as you glanced between him and the officer. All these years later, he could still see flashes of the girl he grew up with beneath the panic.

“Ma’am, there’s some pamphlets here and directions to a women’s shelter—“ she slid them through the tiny opening in the plexiglass, and you nearly saw red.

“Keep your fucking pamphlets.” You muttered as you turned to storm out.

The officer shrugged at Cordell, mumbling something about outdated, shitty pamphlets.

He called after you as you hurried toward your car in the parking lot. You pulled out your phone to call your mom—or anyone—who’d be willing to bail your husband out. It was just a misunderstanding and the neighbors were being nosy. That’s what Luke always said.

“Will you just wait—“ Cordell finally caught up to you and placed a gentle hand on your elbow, causing you to yank your arm away.

“What!? Unless you’re able to get him out, I don’t have time—he’s gotta get to work and he’ll be pissed if I don’t fix this.” You weren’t looking at him anymore, just desperately scrolling through your contacts.

He rubbed the back of his head nervously and shoved his other hand into his pocket. Anything to help keep himself restrained.

“If I get him out,” he sighed painfully at his own words. “Will you please talk to me? I need to know that you’re safe. I can’t send him home if he’s just gonna hurt you or your kid again.”

Your eyes narrowed on him.

“‘Again’? Whatever you think you know about our family, you’re wrong. You have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Cordell stared at his feet, realizing you were right. There weren’t any obvious signs of physical abuse. He was making assumptions based on instinct and a feeling he couldn’t shake.

“Now can you help me or not?”

His heart felt like it was being ripped in two by the need to protect you and the desire to make you happy. Both were still there after all those years.

“On one condition.” He pulled a card from his old leather wallet. “You call me when you need me. Keep it somewhere safe.”

You were confused by the word when, but gingerly took the card from between his fingers. Inspecting it closely and tracing your thumb over the Texas Ranger emblem above his name. You stuffed it into your jacket pocket and nodded.

After twenty minutes, Cordell was escorting Luke out of the jail. He’d barely said five words to him throughout the entire process. Ignoring him completely when Luke asked how he knew his wife. Before stepping out of the jail as a free man, Cordell stopped him in an empty hallway. Crowding his space while keeping his voice low.

“If I find out that you lay a finger on her, I’ll be the only person showing up on that call—do you understand me?”

Luke scoffed and pulled his lips into a menacing grin. “You threatening me, Ranger?”

Cordell huffed a quiet laugh. “No. I’m making you a promise.”

You tried hugging Luke when he approached you in the parking lot. Wrapping your arms around his neck, he barely reciprocated beyond a hand pressed to your back.

“We’ll talk about this when we get home.” Your stomach dropped, but you didn’t let it show.

Luke didn’t ever hit you. He didn’t have to. His words cut like knives. A small slice at a time—a death by a thousand cuts. He’d yell when you weren’t listening, or if he’d had a bad day at work. But it was the silence that hurt the worst. Letting the tension build until you were wound so tightly that a slamming door or cabinet sent you spiraling.

Things were the worst after Maeve was born. When sleep deprivation and hormones fueled your resistance, only to backfire and leave you in a puddle of tears almost every night.

Luke was great with her. She was the apple of his eye, but he took every opportunity to cut you down in front of her. He’d laugh as your cheeks flushed and your shoulders slumped while Maeve looked around nervously. 

You knew better than to cry in front of him. He saw that as a manipulation tactic. You’d simply retreat to the bathroom and run the faucet to muffle the sound of broken sobbing.  Always making sure the redness had faded from your eyes before coming out.

The night the police were called to your house was a misunderstanding. You’d been arguing about something small that turned into a screaming match. Maeve retreated to her room and shut the door. The sound of the latch clicking into place made your heart clench.

“I’m going to my mom’s for the night,” you said as you started gathering a few overnight essentials. It was the only way to diffuse the situation and keep Maeve safe. He followed you, trying to bait you back into the argument to no avail.

When you got to the front porch, your foot caught on the banister, sending you tumbling onto the sidewalk below. All your neighbors saw was Luke standing on the porch behind you. Combined with the shouting match that had spilled through doors and windows, they assumed he had pushed you.

Seeing Cordell at the jail was just another painful reminder of the truth. That while you were worried about war turning Cordell into your father, you’d ended up marrying an asshole who was exactly like him anyway.

You had dialed his number a handful of times but hung up when you heard his voice. Fear convinced you it was safer to stay. Besides, Cordell had enough on his plate without having to help you out of your mess. Spending more and more time at your mother’s house was the best you could do to escape.

Once Luke started drinking every night, you had reached your breaking point. Maeve was fourteen and starting to take an interest in boys. You didn’t want her thinking the way he treated you was normal. Summoning the last of your dignity, you finally mustered the courage to leave.

That night, he had gotten in your face and bullied you into giving him your car keys in a drunken attempt to stop you from leaving. The smell of alcohol on his breath made your stomach twist. You held your ground and did your best to placate him.

You waited until he passed out before gathering your daughter in the bathroom.

Too embarrassed to call anyone else, you pulled out the folded business card you’d kept stashed away.

“Cordell? Can you please come get us?” You spoke quietly, simultaneously listening for any noise on the other side of the door.

“I’ll be there soon. Just hang tight.”

He dropped everything he was doing and floored it across town. With his headlights off and his truck idling, he watched you and Maeve climb out of the small bathroom window and run across the moonlit lawn.

He wanted to stay and deal with Luke, but the tears staining Maeve’s face and the desperate look in your eyes forced his hand. That, and he didn’t want him to know where to look for you.

“Just take us to my mom’s house. We might get out of town for a while until things settle down.” You were gently stroking Maeve’s hair while she rested her head in your lap in the backseat.

“You guys should stay at the ranch. I’ll keep you both safe.” He finally locked eyes with you in the rearview mirror. “Please.”

“You have your own family to worry about now, Cordell.” You said quietly with a warm Southern drawl that was sounding more and more like your mother’s. “Let me worry about mine.”

He finally convinced you to stay at the ranch for the night. He stayed in the living room by the front door while you and Maeve slept in a guest room upstairs. You didn’t sleep. Your eyes stayed glued to the window, watching for any signs of trouble.

As soon as the sun began to rise, you were gently nudging your teenager awake and helping her gather her things.

Cordell had fallen asleep on the couch facing the front door. You looked at him for a moment and recalled the last time you’d been together in the foreman’s cabin nearly twenty years ago. The way you’d stormed out of his life before he was deployed. Now he had given up a night with his wife and children to get you out of a situation that you’d gotten yourself into. Guilt kept you from lingering.

He woke up as soon as the door clicked shut behind you. It took him a moment to get his bearings, but he ultimately decided against running after you. Seeing you again had stirred up feelings he needed to let go of. He was a married man and he was happy with his life.

He still chose not to tell Emily the full story about why he’d stayed at the ranch that night.

You had served Luke divorce papers, agreeing to shared custody. He wasn’t a bad father, just a terrible husband. Using money you’d been secretly saving for years, you made a down payment on a small farmhouse near your mother’s place. She was getting older and, as a widow, needed all the help she could get. You hadn’t talked to Cordell since that night and didn’t plan to. There was no way to properly thank him for what he’d done for you.

A few months later, you found out about Emily’s murder on the six o’clock news. The wife of a Texas Ranger murdered near the Mexican border. More than once, your finger hovered over his contact in your phone before you decided against calling.

You went to the funeral. Naturally, it was packed with friends and family. Her radiant light and warmth had touched everyone she met. Cordell was just a shell of himself without her. He was surrounded by people guiding him through the motions, but the day was little more than a blur of black clothes and floral arrangements.

You were surprised to see Liam on your porch a few weeks later, asking if you’d seen Cordell. You had finally called him, leaving an awkward voicemail offering your condolences. Telling him to call you if he needed anything. But you hadn’t heard from him.

Dread settled heavily in your gut when he told you they hadn’t seen him in days. It didn’t sound like him to abandon his kids with his parents and run off.

“What makes you think I’d know where he is?”

He said it was because you were close friends. You knew it was really because Liam had run out of people to ask.

“Sorry Liam. If I see him I’ll tell him to call home.” You turned to head inside when he stopped you.

“I was supposed to give you this. A long time ago.” He handed you a faded piece of paper folded into a small square. The edges were worn and creased from nervous handling. You gave him a confused look.

“Cordi wanted me to give you this when he was deployed. I tried to find you—“

You grabbed it with a shaky hand and stared at it intently. Trying to read it without opening it. You finally looked at Liam and nodded before heading inside.

Tossing the letter onto the counter, you stared at it for a long moment. Deciding you weren’t in the right place to read whatever it contained, you grabbed your keys and left.

It took you a few hours, but you finally found him. Parked at a remote overlook above the Colorado River. It was almost dark by the time you pulled in behind his truck. Your headlights illuminated him sitting on the tailgate, facing the water.

He didn’t seem to notice you until you were standing in front of him, watching him nurse a bottle of whiskey. When his eyes finally settled on you, he looked like he’d seen a ghost.

“Y/N?” His voice trembled around your name like it was a life preserver.

With your arms crossed tightly over your chest, you swallowed the painful knot forming in your throat. “Let’s get you home, Cordell.”

You didn’t need to ask what he was doing. Or where he’d been. He’d clearly been trying to outrun his grief by throwing himself into his work, chasing Emily’s killers. Living out of his truck, judging by his beard and the clothes he’d apparently been wearing for days.

“Cordell—“

“You’re not real…” he slurred, not moving from his place on the tailgate. He’d been seeing Emily everywhere. The less he slept, the more he saw her.

He drank more to see her less.

Now you were just another vision sent to drive him mad.

⁀➴ part iv

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