Round Thirty-Four
INT. CAFE - DAY
SAM is researching on his laptop. DEAN arrives with lunch - corndogs. SAM looks at the food.
DEAN
Eat up, princess.
Sam sets the food to the side. Far to the side.
SAM
Okay, we have a possible
job.
He spins the laptop around for Dean to read. After flirting with the hot waitress at the counter, Dean finally turns back to the conversation.
DEAN
Dude, she's hot. And that
outfit...
Dean goes off to a happy place. Sam ignores him.
SAM
Ten years ago, the small
mining town has a local
massacre when one of the
workers goes on a killing
spree - On Valentine's Day.
A look comes over Dean's face, and he starts clicking away on the computer.
SAM
Apparently he's last seen
running off into the mine.
DEAN
Yeah, well if that's the
end of it, I don't see how
it involves us. We have
enough problems with
demons, angels and
everything else out there;
We don't have time to add
serial killers to the list.
He has a bite of his corndog and frowns.
DEAN (CONT'D)
(around a mouthful of food)
S'a li-ul dry.
(swallows)
Hey, can I get some mus...
He trails off. The cute attendant is gone. In fact, Sam and Dean are the only ones in the store.
DEAN (CONT'D)
Hunh.
(beat)
Wonder where the mustard
is.
He gets up and wanders over to the counter to start looking.
SAM
(annoyed)
Dean...
DEAN
Yeah?
SAM
Like I was saying, this
all happened ten years
ago.
DEAN
(busy rummaging)
Good for them.
SAM
So now, being close to
Valentine's Day and all,
people are turning up dead,
and the only survivor so
far has described Harry
Warden as the killer.
DEAN
Who's he?
SAM
(Admittedly)
He's the killer.
Dean stops looking for condiments to throw Sam a look.
SAM (CONT'D)
He's also dead.
DEAN
You sure about that?
SAM
I rang the sheriff at
the time of the murders
while you were getting
lunch.
DEAN
Dude, I was at the counter
for like two seconds.
SAM
You were at the counter
for ten minutes, flirting.
Dean concedes.
DEAN
Yeah, well where the hell
did she go?
He starts looking around again.
SAM
(sighs)
Are you even listening to
me?
DEAN
I just don't think it's
our kind of thing, Sam.
SAM
Angry spirit on a killing
spree - exactly what about
that does not apply to us?
DEAN
I just don't think it's
worth looking into.
'Sides, I already found us
a job.
He waves a hand to the laptop. Sam takes it and starts looking.
DEAN
Dude, where the hell is
the mustard? Hell, right
now I'll settle for ketchup.
SAM
(reading)
You want us to check out
a bunch of teens murdered
on some lake?
DEAN
Not just some lake - Camp
Crystal Lake. AHA!
He triumphantly pulls out a bottle that has ketchup spilt around the nozzle and returns to the table.
Sam's looking at him expectantly.
DEAN
Oh, come on - Camp Crystal
Lake? Friday the 13th? What
do you wanna bet Jason is
still there, carving people
up with his good ole chainsaw
and hockey mask
(wiggles eyebrows)
SAM
(beat)
Jason's human.
DEAN
So?
SAM
"We have enough problems
with demons, angels and
everything else out there;
We don't have time to add
serial killers to the list."
DEAN
Dude, it's JASON!
Sam shakes his head. Dean gets upset when he realises that his ketchup bottle is empty.
SAM
Why don't you want to go
to Pennsylvania?
DEAN
Why don't you want to go
to Crystal Lake?
They have a stare off, which lasts for a remarkably long time. In fact, if a lanky man hadn't burst into the store, scaring the crap out of them, it probably would have lasted forever. Or another ten minutes, at least.
CHUCK
Sarah? SARAH!
He stops short when he sees there's actually customers in here.
CHUCK
Oh, hi. Just looking for
my girlfr...
He looks at Dean and his face goes slack.
CHUCK
You're wanted by the FBI
for mail fraud, credit
car fraud, grave
desecration, armed
robbery, kidnapping and
first degree murder.
DEAN
Okay, time to go.
SARAH
Too late.
He looks up to see the hot weinerlicious chick holding a gun pointed at him.
CHUCK
(frowns)
Sam?
SAM
Hey, uhh... Chuck, is it?
Dean throws him a 'WTF?' look.
SAM
(sheepish)
Stanford.
DEAN
Ahh.
He turns back to Sarah with the gun.
DEAN
Is it wrong that she looks
so hot right now?
End Round Thirty-Four - Supernatural 0: Chuck 1