INT. 1950s MILITARY HOSPITAL - NIGHT
Dean and Alana woke up and he looked around. "...the hell?"
They got up and he tried to turn off the record player, but the music kept going. He kicked a leg off the table that was blocking the door to take with him as a weapon and Alana found a pen, and started exploring the hospital. The floor was littered with several dead, bloody bodies.
"What the hell is this?" Dean asked.
Dean found a newspaper on the floor. It was dated July 12, 1951.
"1951?"
A growling figure approached them and Dean stepped in front of his wife.
INT. BUNKER - LIBRARY - NIGHT
24 Hours Earlier
Dean and Alana entered, followed by a hopping Aiden, and he placed a bag of groceries and a six-pack of beer on the table. Dean opened one of the beers and she opened another. Sam entered, looking tired.
"Y-" Dean began before looking up. "Man, I'm telling you, give one of us five minutes with some clippers, and..."
"Oh, shut up," Sam retorted. "Uh, what time did I lay down?"
"You took a siesta around noon. Yesterday." Dean grabbed a beer and threw it in Sam's direction.
Sam failed to react and the beer shattered on the floor. "I'm sorry, I, uh..."
"That's why we don't have nice things, Sam. Aiden, keep your shoes on, tell your siblings to put shoes on, too." Sam stumbled and Sylvie steadied him as Aiden ran off. "You okay?"
"Yeah, I'm, I'm fine, I just," he leaned on the table, rubbing his face, "uh, you know what, I'm gonna get dressed. We should go find Kevin."
"Hey hey, hey hey hey, easy, easy, Sleeping Beauty. Look, man, Sylvie and I've hacked into every security camera around Garth's household, Kevin's hometown, where Mrs. Tran lived..."
"And?"
"Well, nothing so far," Alana replied.
"Dean, Alana, we have to find him."
Dean nodded. "We know. We know, but Garth is out looking for him, we got a hunter APB out on Kevin, we will do what we can from here while you get better."
"I'm fine. Dean, Alana, I can still go out there, I can still hunt."
"Really?" Dean shot back.
INT. BUNKER - SHOOTING GALLERY - NIGHT
Sam, Dean and Sylvie entered. Alana had gone to check on Brianna. Dean loaded a gun.
"This is stupid," Sam said.
Dean fired the gun twice, hitting one of the targets in the chest both times. "All right. You hit that target, we'll talk about you getting back out there."
"No problem." Sam aimed, wavering. He used his other hand to steady the gun, but still missed the target entirely on both shots he fired.
"Look, man, this second trial hit you a lot harder than the first one. We don't know whether it was just more intense or what."
"Felt the same. Till the next day."
Sylvie flicked her eyes to Sam. "So, we're gonna sit tight. Keep an eye out til you get better."
INT. BUNKER - NIGHT
A "You Have Email" notification popped up on a laptop.
"It's from Charlie," Sam informed. ""In the neighborhood, found you guys a case." Found us a case?"
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Seeing Blind
FanfictionShe should have died. But instead, a green-eyed man saved her. Alana Thomas and Dean Winchester begin hunting together. He's her sight and she's his tuned hearing. Together, the two of them are a force to be reckoned with. Then, Dean's father goes...
