Six: Never Sleep Again
INT. BEDROOM. NIGHT
Institute for Sleep Research,
We look down at a young woman in her
early 20’s KAREN FUSELI, lying on her back in
bed, fast asleep. We move in closer to see her eyes
dart about under her eyelids rapidly - she is in deep
FLASH CUT TO:
The bedroom. Only it’s different, eerie. Colors
and shadows take on a darker and more menacing hue.
Karen’s eyes spring open! She looks up at the
ceiling. And then across to the wall. They look like
they are moving, almost as if something is alive inside
the walls trying to break out. She tries to move but
to her horror she remains transfixed on the bed, not
even her scream becomes audible. Panicking, tears begin
to roll down her cheeks and onto her pillow.
CUT TO : P.O.V. KAREN
The corner of the room opposite her bed is draped in
shadow, but now begins to move, as if forming into a
definitive shape. Long dark arms, and long dark, scraggly
hair seem to form.....
CLOSE UP : Karen’s eyes are fixed
on the corner of the room. We hear a strange metallic
sound (O.S.) as something comes closer. We can almost
sense the internal struggle within Karen as she tries
to jolt her body into action, but to no avail. She is
going to die and there is nothing she can do to stop
FLASH CUT TO :
The lights flash on and Karen wakes
up screaming like a lunatic. The nurse who woke her
tries desperately to calm her down
Don’t let it touch me!!!!!!!!!
The nurse holds her down as Karen trashes
It was just another bad dream!
Karen calms down slightly, but is still
Don’t let it touch me.......
No one is going to touch you. You’re safe
Karen looks into the nurse’s
eyes, her own full of fear
I couldn’t move
Karen bursts into tears as the nurse
puts a comforting arm around her
INT. OBSERVATION ROOM
From the back we see a doctor observing the scene through
a two-way mirror. The room was just a study room in
CLOSE UP on the doctor’s eyes.
I couldn’t move.............
- “Never Sleep Again”
EXT. WOODS. NIGHT
Scald Hollow, Maryland
We PAN across a section of deserted
woodland until we come to a small leafy clearing nestled
between the trees. CLOSE UP of a HORSE, jet black, and
happily munching on some grass. It looks up and then
begins slowly chewing.
CLOSE UP on a pair of eyes watching
from behind the bushes. Human, but with an almost inhuman
intensity and focus. He watches the animal intently.
A hunter perhaps? His eyes dart to the side momentarily,
FLASH CUT TO:
CLOSE UP on another pair of eyes. Unlike the previous
pair this set of eyes look like they are a million miles
away. PULL BACK to reveal they belong to SAM WINCHESTER.
He sways unsteadily.
INT. MOTEL ROOM- FLASHBACK
Dean picks up some cartridges off the bed and nosily
CLICKS! Them into a shotgun
This thing’s dangerous but it ain’t too
smart. If you ask me most of it’s brain has rotted
away over the centuries along with the rest of it. Classic
ambush situation should do it...
EXT. WOODS- NIGHT
Sam shakes his head. Concentrate! He
tries to refocus on the clearing...
INT. MOTEL ROOM- FLASHBACK
Dean smirks and he lifts his duffel bag of weapons off
Nah don’t worry Sam you’re too gangly to
be the bait. Seems this thing has a taste for horsemeat.
Dean throws the bag over his shoulder
and walks past Sam on his way out.
Come on Sammy, time to round us up some pork!
EXT. WOODS- NIGHT
Sam watches the horse in the clearing.
It’s beginning to tramp and neigh in an agitated
CLOSE UP of Sam gripping the handle
of his gun. Something is close.
Dean's eyes narrow as he readies himself.
CLOSE UP of the horse’s head
as it’s nostrils flare, it strains, trying to
break the leash keeping it tied to the tree.
We see the creature emerging from shadow
and into the moonlight. A huge razorback pig, about
the size of a small cow, very little remains of it,
just rotted flesh clinging to stained bones. It makes
an unearthly squealing noise as it ambles forward. This
is the legendary “Bloody Bones”!
Dean glances across to Sam’s
position. Showtime. The hog spies the horse and lunges
forward, it leaps into the air, ready for the kill.
Sam’s eyes blink rapidly, he
gets to his feet but finds his vision suddenly blurred.
He fires off a shot which misses the hog completely,
instead blowing chunks out of a tree. CLOSE UP of the
bark splintering into tiny pieces. Ignoring the horse
for now the hog spins round to face Sam, it’s
abnormally large tusks exposed in a cruel smile. Sam
glances down and begins fumbling with his cartridges,
desperately trying to reload his gun in time. CLOSE
UP of the shells falling on the ground! The hog paws
the ground and then sprints towards the youngest Winchester.
Sensing the danger Dean jumps from his position and
blasts the ghastly pig, hitting it smack in the rear.
Sam! Get away man!
The hog then charges at Dean, who hasn’t
reloaded in time, hitting him smack in the chest and
knocking him over.
CLOSE UP of their faces almost touching.
Dean grimaces under the foul breath and dripping blood
Could do with a little help here Sam....
CLOSE UP on Sam as we see sweat running
down his face.
CLOSE UP of Dean holding off the pig,
he has pulled his back up gun from his pocket and aimed
it towards the pigs face. BLAM! The pigs skull shatters
into a thousand pieces showering Dean in blood.
(picking himself up)
Ah! God damn........................
He glances around.
He spots Sam slumped at the base of
a tree. Dean looks like he is about to say something
but instead sits down beside his brother
What happened back there man?
Sam shrugs it off...
Dude, look at you. You’re dead on your feet. You
can’t go on like this, I’ve been trying
to get you to see someone about this for weeks now
Dean I’m -
You’re not fine. Look you’re the smartest
guy I know
Granted I don’t know that many people that well
- But this? Tired, sloppy, ignoring an obvious problem?
That’s not like you man.
I told you- I'm fine. Stop worrying about me.
Dean shakes his head frustrated.
If you won’t let someone help you sleep, sooner
or later someone really is gonna get hurt!
Sam looks at Dean, narrows his eyes.
The true impact of his words are now apparent. Dean
takes a deep breath as he looks back towards the clearing
Zombie pigs huh?
Good ol’ zombie pigs
We can sense a bubbling tension between
Come on. These bones have to be taken apart and buried
Dean gets up and extends Sam his hand
And I’m not doing it on my own
INT. MOTEL ROOM. NIGHT
CLOSE UP of Dean’s face in bed.
Sam sits at a desk, the small light
the only illumination left in the room. He surfs the
internet trying to put away everything that happened
before... he can't. He looks back over towards Dean...
Sooner or later someone really is gonna get hurt!
Sam searches the internet for an institution
that can help him... he clicks on the first article
reading: “Englund Institute for Sleep Research
specializing in unusual and extreme sleep disorders”
another article below reads "Strange deaths at
EXT. HOSPITAL. DAY
We see the Impala turn into the parking
lot of the hospital. It passes a small sign which we
pause on for a beat. CLOSE UP it says “The Englund
Sam sits across from a grey bearded
doctor. The name plaque on the desk says he is Dr. J.
It’s nice to meet you Sam. What do you hope to
gain from our visit here?
I’d just like to see if I could get any help
You have trouble sleeping?
I guess, yeah
You know troubled sleep isn’t that uncommon nowadays.
You can take some small comfort in knowing you are far
from alone. With todays lifestyle people don't just
take the time out to relax
Sam smiles weakly. It is small comfort
indeed. Dr Rhine begins jotting notes.
I’m just going to ask you some general questions
so that we might identify your problems and after we
do that, we can begin talking about some possible treatments.
Do you exercise alot before bed?
Uh............I wouldn’t really...sometimes maybe?
But not as a general rule?
Do you smoke, drink alot of tea or coffee before bed?
Sam shakes his head
Do you suffer alot of stress at work?
Sam breaks out into a nervous laugh
Uh...........you might say that
What do you do Sam?
I work with my brother, it’s a family business
you might say
Your brother huh?
Working with relations can be stressful, especially
working irregular hours can disrupt your sleep patterns.
You filled in your form that this insomnia only began
a couple of months ago?
Any incident in particular you think may have triggered
Sam checks himself, he closes his eyes-
we can see that he is stressed out about something.
He pushes the memories away... breathes out heavily
and then opens his eyes.
What made you decide to visit us now?
Something happened at work. Um, with the job we do,
you kinda have to have your wits about you. I guess
I screwed up and my brother got hurt...
I’m sure it wasn’t your fault -
It was. I need help.
We try our best. What we do here is very unique. We
are both a treatment and a research facility. Of course
everything is voluntary, nobody is committed, and patients
are free to come and go as they please. Some have checked
themselves in to be under 24 hour observation
Sam becomes curious
Why is that?
We treat alot of disorders here. Apart from insomnia
and para-somnia we also specialize in more extreme conditions
such as sleep paralysis and night terrors
That’s a general name for what we call pavor nocturnus.
A condition in slow-wave sleep in which the patient
is subjected to nightmares from which they can never
fully wake from. It’s not a bon-afide nightmare
as such as it doesn’t occur during REM, but if
you’ve ever tried waking someone from a night
let me assure you it’s pretty terrifying
And you have people suffering from night terrors here?
Dean walks down the corridor idly watching
the nurses and staff go about their daily routine. He
comes to a door. It says “Room 2C”. Dean
DR. RHINE (O.S.)
Oh yes. They reside on the second floor
INT. ROOM 2C
Dean walks in and sees a girl sitting
on her bed staring out the window her back is turned
DR. RHINE (O.S.)
Some show extreme fear of the dark like a common childhood
phobia that they never grew out of, or has been rekindled
through some emotional event in their lives
Dean glances at the wall CLOSE UP of
hand drawn pictures on the wall - just meaningless dashes
of black paint and other shapeless forms. Dean moves
closer and notices that her bedside light is on, despite
it being the middle of the day and very bright
I’m just a visitor. My name’s Dean
I like your pictures. You draw them yourself?
He peers around to see her face. She
is pretty, but emotionless, just staring out the window.
Dean frowns and goes to turn off the light. CLOSE UP
of his arm being grabbed by the girl! She stares at
him, the message is clear - don’t turn off the
DR. RHINE (O.S.)
Whatever the real reason it’s clear these people
genuinely believe there is something hiding in the dark
that comes at night.....
Dean slowly backs away from the girl
CLOSE UP of Dr. Rhine’s face
But pavor nocturnus is nothing compared to some of the
other things we have seen in here.........
Dean and Sam meet up
How’d it go with Dr. Sauss? Think he can patch
I think so.
We TRACK boys as they begin walking
down the corridor
You know it’s funny...
This stuff? It’s pretty fascinating Dean
That is funny
No really. I mean things that hunters like us have been
trying to track for centuries, most have a rational
I thought that was common knowledge Sam
I know but it’s the explanations themselves that
are so interesting
If you say so. Anyway I thought you were a law student
not a med student?
Just food for thought you know
Dean and Sam pass by room 2C, Dean
glances in at the girl he seen earlier. CLOSE UP of
the girl looking out the window
Well don’t gorge yourself. Remember there are
still things out there that are very real.
The bedside light flickers, causing
the girl to glance at it nervously
DEAN (O.S.) CONT’D
Some people have a right to be afraid
INT. MOTEL ROOM. NIGHT
The motel room window is slightly ajar.
A slight breeze rustles the thin curtain as we...
EXT. WOODS. NIGHT
CLOSE UP of some brushes and undergrowth
rustling, seemingly in the same breeze.
Sam rushes through the undergrowth.
Sam stumbles into a clearing
He sees Dean slumped against the base
of a tree, his clothes covered in blood. He is clutching
his side in obvious pain
I needed you Sam...
Sam rushes to Dean’s side and
places his hands over the wounds trying to stem the
Try not to talk
Its bad Sam
Sam puts on his bravest face
It’s nothing, just a flesh wound. You always loved
complaining as much as you loved hunting!
Where were you Sam? I needed you...
CLOSE UP on Sam’s face, distressed
I needed you, and you weren’t there.....
Dean’s head slumps onto his chest.
Sam pulls him close, fighting back the tears. We see
an aerial shot looking DOWN on Sam holding his brother
at the bottom of the tree, we move UPWARDS, FADING OUT
INT. MOTEL ROOM
Sam’s eyes flash open. Sweat
is running in torrents down his face. He stares up at
the ceiling, panic in his eyes as he finds himself unable
to move! We can almost sense him struggling, trying
to snap out of it but to no avail. We hear the faint
sound of scraping metal (O.S.)
CLOSE UP of Sam’s eyes as we
see him looking at something off screen in the darkness.
He screws his eyes shut tight in terror.