Nineteen: The Haunted
EXT. HYDE RIVER. FOREST- NIGHT
HYDE RIVER, PACIFIC NORTHWEST
We OPEN TO the forest beside Hyde River. Sam runs past the screen. Tree limbs and brambles scratching, grabbing, tripping and slapping his face, as if they were bony hands, REACHING for him in the shadows. Sam runs down the steep, dropping mountainside, his feet unsure on pine needles and loose stone. He beats at the limbs with flailing arms, looking for the trail, falling over logs, getting up and darting to the left, then to the right. A fallen limb CATCHES his ankle, he YELPS in pain, and falls again. He hears the bone SNAP!!! It was broken.
We hear scurrying feet RUSHING towards him. Something is approaching! Now we see it. Standing over him. Towering, at least 8 feet tall! It bends down and grabs him with one hand, forcing him to his feet. It grins at him as its eyes glow green. Sam gasps for breath, as pain shoots through his ankle.
Let him go!!!
Dean approaches from the thicket of the trees, aiming the rock salt gun at the creature’s head. The creature just laughs and throws Sam aside as if he weighs nothing. THUD! Sam hits the side of a tree, taking a massive blow to the head, and grunts in pain. The creature starts towards Dean. BAM!!! A shot is fired right between the eyes! The creature YELLS and disappears. Dean lowers his gun.
(rushes towards Sam)
Dean kneels down beside his brother and pushes the hair away from his eyes to take a look at the gash on his head.
Sammy… you okay?
My ankle's broken… I heard the bone snap.
He winces as he tries to get more comfortable.
What? Which one?
Dean looks down at the broken ankle and touches it. Sam yells in AGONY as Dean attempts to move it.
Dude, I said it was broken.
Dean looks around, grabs sticks, and takes some tape out of his pocket. Dean forms a splint over Sam’s foot.
(helps Sam to his feet)
We’ve got to get you out of here.
Sam sways as he stands up.
Hey, you okay?
You probably have a concussion.
Dean places his brother’s arm around his neck and supports him around the waist. They make their way back to the Impala.
Dean helps Sam into the backseat, long ways, so he can rest his foot and not let it hang down. Dean gets in the driver's seat.
EXT. HYDE RIVER
We TRACK the Impala as it speeds off.
INT. MOTEL ROOM
Several hours later. Sam lays, propped on the bed, foot on a pillow, flipping through the TV channels. Dean sits at the table cleaning the weapons. He had cleaned the gash on Sam's head and now he is all set for the night.
Dean picks up the next gun.
What the hell's going on?
What do you mean?
A few months back we were looking everywhere for jobs, but now, it seems like they're everywhere. It's almost like all the demons and spirits have declared war. Don't tell me you haven't noticed.
Dean looks towards Sam.
Sam winces- his ankle and his head were throbbing again. Dean sighs and gives him a couple of Tylenol for the pain and a glass of water. He looks closely at his brother and notices the dark circles under his eyes and how pale he is. Dean shakes his head. Not only did it seem like spirits were coming out of the woodwork, it also was affecting Sam's sleep. He was having three and four nightmares a night and would wake up screaming and in a cold sweat more times than not. He was barely getting any sleep at all. It was almost as if all those spirits were attacking Sam in that area also. Dean looks over on the bedside table and picks up a brochure.
That’s what we need.
Sam looks over towards his brother, curious.
Some down time. We're both tired and on the verge of exhaustion. We've been hunting nonstop for weeks, and now you're hurt. It's a perfect time to take a vacation.
Dean hands Sam a brochure of a pretty little town called Snow Ridge, California.
What do you say?
Let's go there for a few days and forget all about hunting until you heal up.
Sam has a funny feeling, but decides not to say anything about it, because it is probably just because he is tired. Sam rests his back on the pillow, and instantly falls asleep. Dean lets out a breath and looks down at his brother. Maybe tonight, he thought, Sam could get some sleep.
SUPERNATURAL: THE HAUNTED
EXT. SMALL TOWN- MORNING
SNOW RIDGE, CALIFORNIA
The Impala pulls up into the town around 1 p.m. and the boys look around. It was a pretty little place, but something didn't feel right to either brother. The town looks dead. They don't see anyone, anywhere. Lights are on in the buildings but no one is around. It looks as if the whole town just disappeared into thin air.
Sam looks around.
The town’s deserted.
Dean looks towards Sam and nods. He didn't even see a dog or a cat.
Yeah, I got that.
What the hell’s going on?
Dean gets out of the car and helps Sam.
EXT. SMALL TOWN
They both stretch, uncramping muscles that had knotted up during the long drive, then push the door shut. The sound echoes off the mountainside, above and through the town below. It was the only sound in the stillness. At the rear of the car, Dean pauses for a moment staring down Skyland Road, into the center of Snow Ridge. Nothing moves. They don't even hear a bird. Sam listens. The echo of the slammed car door fades away, and is replaced by no other sound, except the soft sound of the wind. They cross the lawn to a stone walkway and follow it to the front porch of the hotel they were going to be staying at. They open the front door and stepp into the dark foyer.
INT. HOTEL. FOYER
Dean looks around. Nobody.
Hello! Anybody here!?
No answer. Dean looks towards Sam.
Where is everybody?
I don’t know… but this place is creepy.
The uneasy feeling was beginning to come back.
Dean helps Sam back outside.
EXT. SMALL TOWN
Dean takes crutches out of the trunk of the Impala and hands them to Sam.
Let’s look around. There’s gotta be somebody here somewhere.
They walk all over the town and don't find one person. The uneasy feeling Sam was having grows as they search. Sam looks around- something definitely wasn’t right.
It’s like a ghost town.
They look everywhere. They walk from block to block. The sidewalks, balconies and porches are all deserted. Even in the shops and houses where lights burned there was no sign of life.