Ballad of the Past

05. Pac-Man Fever

[Unfortunately had to skip Taxi Driver as the Bunker isn't featured at all. And since I follow script...]

INT. 1950s MILITARY HOSPITAL - NIGHT

Dean woke up and looked around. "...the hell?"

He got up and 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 started exploring the hospital. The floor was littered with several dead, bloody bodies.

"What the hell is this?" Dean asked once again.

Dean found a newspaper on the floor. It was dated July 12, 1951.

"1951?" Dean questioned.

A growling figure approached him.

INT. BUNKER - LIBRARY - NIGHT

24 Hours Earlier

Dean entered, and placed a bag of groceries and a six-pack of beer on the table. Dean opened one of the beers. Sam entered, looking tired. Nancy popped up with a smile, then looked in concern at Sam.

"Y-" Dean began before looking up. "Man, I'm telling you, give me 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." Sam stumbled. "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, I've hacked into every security camera around Garth's household, Kevin's hometown, where Mrs. Tran lived..."

"And?"

"Well, nothing so far."

"Dean, we have to find him."

Dean nodded. "I know. I 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, I can still go out there, I can still hunt."

"Really?" Dean shot back.

INT. BUNKER - SHOOTING GALLERY - NIGHT

Sam, Dean and Nancy entered. 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."

"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?"