Post by Dean Winchester on Feb 1, 2015 20:57:55 GMT -5
ooc; SEASON TWO. EPISODE TWENTY-ONE.
The Sunnyside Diner sat a few miles off the main road. The plan was simply to swing by, grab some burgers, and be on the road again within twenty minutes. Dean pulled the Impala to a stop out front of it and parked, reaching one hand into his pocket to fish out a thick wad of money. Pulling a twenty from the clip, he passed it to Sam. "Don't forget the extra onions this time" he instructed. Sam made a face. "Oh dude come on...I'm the one who's gonna have to ride in the car with you and your extra onions." Dean grinned. With a huffy sigh, Sam snatched the crisp bill and slid out of the car. "Hey see if they've got any pie" Dean added, leaning across the passenger seat just before Sam closed the door in his face with a roll of his eyes. Dean straightened back up, humming pleasantly along with the radio. "Pie" he murmured joyfully.
He watched through the front window as Sam entered the diner and began talking to the waiter. The waiter was nodding along, scribbling things down on their notepad as Sam talked. Suddenly, the car radio began to go in and out, as though they were in a tunnel. Dean frowned and tapped it with two fingers which did nothing to fix it. Still frowning, he glanced back up to check on Sam and his concern with the radio vanished. Not only could he not see Sam anymore, but the waiter and three other customers in line were no longer visible anymore either.
Scrambling out of the car, Dean made a break for the diner, kicking down its front door with one fluid motion. Every single patron was dead. Slumped at their booths, their throats slit. Same with the waiter and kitchen staff. But Sam was no where to be seen. Dean instinctively reached into an inner jacket pocket, surfacing with his trusty favorite handgun, which he cocked and kept steady at eye level as he moved towards the back of the diner. "Sam?" He made it through the entire diner, reaching the back door uninterrupted. Still no Sam. "Sammy" he called a bit louder, using the tip of his gun to push open the screen door and scan the wooded back lot. It was completely empty.
As Dean was pulling the door closed again, his fingers encountered a powdery substance on its handle. Lifting those fingers to his nose, he sniffed, got a whiff of the pungent smell of rotten eggs and felt his heart sink like a stone. It was sulfur. "Crap." With a new burst of speed, he hurried back through the diner, shouldered through the front door and nearly snapped his neck off at the speed he was glancing left and right. "Sam??? Sammy?
" He stopped walking, tilted his head back, and yelled at the heavens for all he was worth.
"SAAAMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!"
The Sunnyside Diner sat a few miles off the main road. The plan was simply to swing by, grab some burgers, and be on the road again within twenty minutes. Dean pulled the Impala to a stop out front of it and parked, reaching one hand into his pocket to fish out a thick wad of money. Pulling a twenty from the clip, he passed it to Sam. "Don't forget the extra onions this time" he instructed. Sam made a face. "Oh dude come on...I'm the one who's gonna have to ride in the car with you and your extra onions." Dean grinned. With a huffy sigh, Sam snatched the crisp bill and slid out of the car. "Hey see if they've got any pie" Dean added, leaning across the passenger seat just before Sam closed the door in his face with a roll of his eyes. Dean straightened back up, humming pleasantly along with the radio. "Pie" he murmured joyfully.
He watched through the front window as Sam entered the diner and began talking to the waiter. The waiter was nodding along, scribbling things down on their notepad as Sam talked. Suddenly, the car radio began to go in and out, as though they were in a tunnel. Dean frowned and tapped it with two fingers which did nothing to fix it. Still frowning, he glanced back up to check on Sam and his concern with the radio vanished. Not only could he not see Sam anymore, but the waiter and three other customers in line were no longer visible anymore either.
Scrambling out of the car, Dean made a break for the diner, kicking down its front door with one fluid motion. Every single patron was dead. Slumped at their booths, their throats slit. Same with the waiter and kitchen staff. But Sam was no where to be seen. Dean instinctively reached into an inner jacket pocket, surfacing with his trusty favorite handgun, which he cocked and kept steady at eye level as he moved towards the back of the diner. "Sam?" He made it through the entire diner, reaching the back door uninterrupted. Still no Sam. "Sammy" he called a bit louder, using the tip of his gun to push open the screen door and scan the wooded back lot. It was completely empty.
As Dean was pulling the door closed again, his fingers encountered a powdery substance on its handle. Lifting those fingers to his nose, he sniffed, got a whiff of the pungent smell of rotten eggs and felt his heart sink like a stone. It was sulfur. "Crap." With a new burst of speed, he hurried back through the diner, shouldered through the front door and nearly snapped his neck off at the speed he was glancing left and right. "Sam??? Sammy?
" He stopped walking, tilted his head back, and yelled at the heavens for all he was worth."SAAAMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!"
