User blog:DarkIngRidley/Idea for New Season 8 Episode - Brother, Can You Spare Two Dimes?

Here's an idea for a new Season 8 episode I just created

A man is showering and a dime is resting on the toilet seat. He fails to notice it glow. He continues showering and then the coin glows some more; causing the man to suffocate himself to death in the shower. His motionless body collapses in the shower, and the police list it as drowning.

Sam is sitting at a pizza parlour, reading a newspaper of the man's death. 'So the cops listed it as drowning?' Dean says from across the table, swallowing pizza whole. 'Dude, don't do that at my table,' Sam retorts. 'Pork chop. Listen up,' Dean says. 'Drowning? In a shower? Doesn't it sound odd to you?' 'Not as odd as my laptop switching itself off the other week. I had to buy another, remember. And we didn't think demons were involved then? They fuse power, you know.' 'Yeah,' Dean says, 'but this one seems far too odd to be listed as a drowning. Look. There is a coin in the shower,' he says, tapping at a photo shot of the shower cubicle with the same coin on the toilet seat. 'Look.' Sam looks, but doesn't see a thing odd. 'So what? A coin? Freakish,' Sam says sarcastically. 'I think we should go and pay Mr Bills a visit,' Dean says.

The brothers pull up at a shop. 'So, dude, who's Mr Bills?' Sam asks. 'He happens,' Dean says confidentally, 'to be the very guy the coin was pawned from.' 'What, so he's a coin dealer?' asks Sam. 'More than that,' Dean says, 'he's a coin shop owner. In various random cases, deaths have been cropping up wherever people owned one of these coins - from his store.' 'OK, whatever,' a slightly skeptical Sam says. 'Were they drownings?' 'What you mean?' Dean says. 'The deaths,' Sam says in a slightly frenzic tone. 'Drownings?' 'Yeah, as a matter of fact,' Dean says. 'Drownings, in the shower. But the cops didn't link it with Mr Bills.'

Inside the coin shop - 'Well, there's no way I know a thing about this,' Mr Bills says - he is a slightly chubby guy of fifty looking like Bobby Singer - the crew member, that is. 'I only give the guys their money. Give people what they want, is my motto. But how was I to know they'd all be dead in a week?' 'A week?' Sam asks. 'They were dead in a week?' 'Yes, tragic, I know,' Bills confirms. 'I'm attending the funerals maself.'

The brothers go back outside and mull it over. 'Nothing weird going on here as far as I know,' says Dean. 'People buy a coin from this guy, they drown in the shower. Mmm. Accidental deaths do happen.' 'Since when in our career has it ever been an accidental death?' Sam asks. Dean looks at him thoughtfully.

In a shower across town - Las Vegas, Nevada - a girl is having a shower when a glow comes from the toilet seat behind her. In a moment she, too, is suffocated to death. The camera shows a coin on the toilet seat once again - Another coin from Bills & Co.

'Dean, I'm starving,' Sam says. 'I'm off to the bakers. Want something?' Dean refuses, and Sam heads out. On his way down the street, he sees a kid fondling a coin. Sam immediately becomes suspicious. 'Hey, where'd you get that?' Sam asks. The kid looks surprised. 'The shop down the street,' he says. 'First left.' Sam immediately recognizes that as Bills' shop, and knows the kid is in danger. 'Kid, listen to me,' he says, 'give me the coin - now!' 'I'm not supposed to give money to strangers, or talk to strangers,' the kid confirms solemnly. 'I know,' Sam says, 'but you have to trust me on this. I think you're in danger.' 'Dude, fob off,' the kid says and runs down the street. Sam follows him and sees the kid give the coin to his father. 'Thanks, son,' the father says. 'That'd look good in my mint collection, like soon.' The duo laugh and head off home. 'Bollocks,' Sam says as he realizes the family are in danger now.

Sam calls Dean about the bad news. 'Oh... I'm coning out then,' Dean says. 'We've got to get to the bottom of this somehow. Deaths related to Bills. I doubt he's a monster... but then again, never say never.' They meet up in the street and head off to the family's house.

In the house, the father is fondling the coin. He gets ready for a shower.

Dean and Sam hurry in to the house, and knock on the door urgently. 'Let us in!' Dean yells. 'Open up!' The son comes to the door, and backs off at seeing the brothers. 'Let us in!' Sam yells. The kid shakes his head, confused. 'Look, either you or your father is in danger - so if you value your lives, LET US IN!' The kid again refuses, but then the coin is put on the toilet seat as the father takes off his jumper and it begins to glow.

Dean sees the glow through the door. 'Screw this,' he says, and breaks the door open as the kid screams. He then runs in as Sam comforts the kid and breaks into the toilet. 'HEY!' the father yells. 'GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!' Dean snatches the coin. 'We're doing you a favour, mister,' Dean says, 'and I'm not saying we're not used to this.' He puts the coin in his pocket.

Back at the hotel, Dean and Sam examine the coin. 'Mmmm... it's all Greek to me,' Sam says. Dean laughs. 'No, seriously,' Sam says. 'It's a Greek coin. Fifteenth century. I think I know what we're dealing with. Greek god of money.' 'No,' Dean says. 'It's more like a ghost to me.' 'Oh yeah, and how many ghosts are linked with money?' Sam asks. 'I still say it's not a god,' Dean says. 'Let's see, shall we?' asks Sam as he recites a Greek spell to summon the Greek god of money. When the spell's completed, they pause and look around. 'Um, hello, Mr. God?' asks Sam. 'You called,' Mr Bills says, and the boys fall over in shock.

When they come to, Mr Bills has tied them both to a chair, and is smoking a pipe. His eyes are gold. 'Yellow Eyes,' Sam spits. 'Rings a bell.' 'You know, you boys are very funny,' Mr Bills says, 'breaking into my shop without my leave and stealing a coin.' 'We didn't steal it,' Dean says. 'We love money.' 'I find that hard to believe,' Mr Bills says, 'as I personally have footage depicting it.' 'Probably Leviathan crap again,' Sam says, 'cos we haven't been near your shop since we visited.'

'Leviathans, don't get me started on those goons,' Mr Bills says. 'Once, I ruled the economy. Civilization, bankers, you name it. People worshipped me. They built cathedrals and temples to my honour. But now... Nobody gives a crap. People worship money, ya, still, but a different kind. Corrupt, selfish, greedy. Money is not money any more, it's oath-taking. I sell my soul to the Devil, that kind of stuff. People are no longer as loyal as they used to be.' Sam and Dean struggle with the ropes. 'Well, I figured' Mr Bills says, smoking, 'to pay them back for what they did to me.' 'By killing?' Dean shouts. 'Is that right, Isa?' Mr Bills giggles. 'Forgive me if I don't believe you,' he says, and his face grows suddenly serious. 'But I have to build up strength before I can take over the market again... and that means taking out your throats.'

Suffocation.

Dean fortunately has broken free and shoves the coin down Mr Bill's mouth, which has fallen open in shock. 'Choke on it, bitch!' Dean says and Mr Bills glows inside with blue electricity and topples to the ground dead. Dean unties Sam and they both look down at the dead god. 'I wouldn't call that an end to the stock exchange,' Sam quips.

Back in the Impala. 'Hey, you think the Leviathans are after us again?' Sam asks. 'Why you say that?' Dean says. 'Because of what he said,' Sam confirms. 'Huh,' Dean says. 'We'd just have to wait and see.'

They drive off. The end.