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Sides For Episode 310 “Dream A Little Dream”
Sides For Jeremy
Dean: Unless you hand over the Doctor’s research to me. All of it.
Off Ms. Sanders, eyes narrowed, considering her options—
Int. Dorm Room-Day
Dean. Still in coat and tie. Still pretexting as a Detective. He interviews a Stoner, early 20’s. Jeremy.
He’s another Grad student, the kind that’s gonna put off getting a real job for as long as possible.
Jeremy: …look, man, I don’t care what the R.A. said, there’s absolutely no hydroponics on the premises.
Dean: Take it easy there, Phish, that’s not why I’m here.
Jeremy: Jeez. Thank God.
Dean: I wanted to ask you about Dr. Gregg’s sleep study.
Jeremy Dr. Gregg. He just died, right?
Dean: You were one of his test subjects?
Jeremy: Yeah.
Jeremy opens a mini fridge, pulls out two beers. Takes one, offers the other one to Dean.
Jeremy: Unless you’re on duty, or whatever.
Dean: I guess I can make an exception.
Dean takes the beer, takes a long, grateful pull.
Dean: So. The Doc was testing a treatment for… (flipping papers)
Charcot-Wilbrand syndrome. Which means…
Jeremy: I can’t dream. Bike accident when I was a kid, banged my head up pretty good. Haven’t been able to dream since. Well, till the study, I guess.
Dean: So what’d the Doc give you?
Jeremy: This yellow tea. Smelled awful, tasted worse.
Dean: And what’d it do…?
Jeremy: I passed right out. Had this vivid, super intense dream. It was like a bad acid trip, you know?
Dean: Totally. I mean…no.
Jeremy: I took it once, dropped out of the study right after. I didn’t like it. To tell you the truth—it kinda scared me.
The kid truly looks upset. Off Dean, taking this in—
Int. Hospital-Bobby’s Room-Day
On Dean. Lost in thought, as he sits by Bobby’s still form.
Sam appears in the door, holding a pile of research. Dean doesn’t notice. Sam takes a beat, watching his brother. Until—
Dean sees Sam. Collects himself, as Sam looks to Bobby.
Sam: How is he?
Dean: No change. (then) So whatcha got?
(pages skip)
Dean looks to Bobby, who slumps next to him, distraught.
Dean: Bobby. I’m telling you—all of this, your wife—it’s a nightmare. You’re dreaming.
Bobby: (devastated) I killed her.
Pound Pound!! The door has begun to splinter! Dean braces himself harder against it.
Dean: (stern, sharp) Bobby! Look at me!
Bobby turns, startled. Dean looks at him right in the eyes.
Dean: You gotta snap out of this. Now.
Bobby’s confused, upset. But he can hear the urgency in Dean’s voice, see it in his eyes.
Dean: You gotta listen to me. Please. (then, emotionally) I’m not gonna let you die, Bobby. You’re like a father to me.
Dean’s completely vulnerable; Bobby can see how much this means to him. Off this—
Ext. Bobby’s House-Day
Oof! Sam, already on the ground, is kicked in the gut—
By Jeremy. The seemingly harmless stoner. There’s something different in Jeremy’s expression. It’s not cold or evil, though. It’s vulnerable and damaged.
Sam: Who are you?
Jeremy: Who are you? You don’t belong here.
Sam: Look who’s talking. You’re inside my friend’s head.
Jeremy: You got poor choice in friends. He came after me. Tried to hurt me.
Sam: Yeah, because you’re hurting people.
Jeremy: I can do whatever I want. In here…I’m a God.
Jeremy kicks Sam again, while he’s down! Oof!
Int. Bobby’s House-Main Room-Day
Still, the pounding pocket doors—
Bobby: If I’m dreaming…why can’t I wake up?
Dean: My best guess—this nightmare’s got you trapped. Won’t let you out.
Bobby: So what do I do?
Dean: I think you gotta face it.
Dean looks…on the table he sees…a letter opener. Snags it, hands it to Bobby.
Bobby: No. No, I can’t. You can’t ask me to do that.
Wham! The door…Dean’s forceful--
Dean: Bobby, she’s gonna kill you, if you don’t fight your way out. (then) Now you gotta face it.
Bobby stares at Dean, thinking it over. A long beat. Then… he nods. Steels himself. Grips the letter opener—
Then throws open the door! Revealing—it’s empty. Bobby’s wife is gone!
(pages skip)
Sam: Dean!!
Int. Impala-Parked-Woods-Night
Sam snaps awake with a gasp! He takes in his surroundings. He’s back in the Impala. He must’ve woken up. He looks—Dean is asleep next to him, face turned away. (And we should use Jensen for this shot).
Sam gently rouses him.
Sam: Dean. Dean, wake up…
When Dean turns—and it’s not Dean at all! It’s Jeremy! Sam’s still dreaming! Jeremy swings a bat into Sam!
Sam pitches forward, wind knocked out of him.
Sam opens the passenger side door…stumbles out onto the ground, badly wounded. The Limp!Sam girls go wild!
Jeremy lets him. Enjoying this. Jeremy climbs out the driver’s side, circles around, standing over Sam.
Jeremy Boy. You just can’t leave well enough alone, can you?
Sam: (gasping for air) Maybe that’s because you’re a stark raving psycho.
Jeremy: That’s not true.
Sam: Tell that to Dr. Gregg.
Jeremy: Dr. Gregg got me hooked on this stuff, then he cut me off! (like a junkie) But I needed it. I can dream again. You know what it’s like, not to be able to dream?
Sam: Like I said. Psycho.
Jeremy: Talk tough all you want. But you and your brother…you’re not waking up. No one gets outta here alive. I’ll make sure of it.
Suddenly, Sam (who was half-sitting) falls back to the dirt—as if from an invisible force…Ouch!
Sam struggles, but he can’t move…his wrists and ankles are (from out of nowhere!) tied with thick rope, bound to stakes.
Jeremy stands over him. Smiles.
Int. Motel-Bobby’s Room-Night-Dean’s Dream
Dean is getting more and more upset, as Dream Dean continues to taunt him. Still circling each other.
Dream Dean: I mean, you’re going to hell…and you won’t lift a finger to stop it? Talk about low self-esteem. Then again, it’s not much of a life worth saving, I suppose. (then) I mean, you’ve got nothing, outside of Sam. You are nothing. You’re as mindless and obedient as an attack dog.
Dean: That’s not true.
Dream Dean: No? Tell me, Dean…what are the things you want? What are the things you dream? (beat) I mean, the car—that’s Dad’s. Your favorite leather jacket-Dad’s. Your music—Dad’s. Do you even have an original thought? (then) No. All there is, is “Watch out for your Sammy. Take care of your little brother, boy!” (beat) That’s right. You can still hear Dad’s voice, can’t you? Clear as a bell.
(pages skip)
A spent Dean stands over Dream Dean. Staring at His own corpse. But then—
Dream Dean jerks up!!! He looks up at Dean. Blinks. And we see—His eyes are demon black!
Dream Dean: You can’t escape me, Dean. You’re going to die. And this—this is what you’re gonna become.
Off Dean’s look of horror—backing away—
Ext. Woods-Night-Dean’s Dream
Wham! Wham! Jeremy is taking his time, beating a bound Sam with the bat. In the leg. In the arm. Enjoying Sam’s pain. (The Limp!Sam fans enjoy it too)
Close on Sam. Trying to ignore the terrible pain. Concentrating. Thinking. Focusing.
Sam: (to himself) Come on…come on…
We see subliminal flashes over Sam’s close up, so we understand what he’s concentration on: Bobby. The sketch of the Dream Root plant. The photo of Jeremy’s father.
Meanwhile, Jeremy readies for the death blow.
Jeremy: You can’t stop me. There’s nothing I can’t do in here.
Sam: Because of the dream root.
Jeremy: That’s right.
Sam: Well you’re forgetting something.
Jeremy: What’s that?
Sam looks up. A real hero moment—
Sam: I took the dream root, too.
Jeremy’s Dad: (O.S.) Jeremy! Jeremy!
Jeremy pivots, terrified. His worst nightmare—
Sure enough, it’s Jeremy’s Dad. Drunken, abusive, angry.
The bat slips from Jeremy’s hands…lands in the dirt…
Jeremy:…no…no!
Jeremy’s Dad: You answer me when I’m talking to you, boy!!
Jeremy, terrified, backs away from him…into Sam. Who’s now standing. And holding the bat—
Jeremy pivots into Sam—who swings the bat at Jeremy’s head!! The split second before impact, we cut to:
Int. Unknown Location-Night
Jeremy. In some seedy, bare-mattress bed on a rusty frame. God knows where. Still asleep…he Gasps…chokes…then stops breathing.
As Jeremy dies in his sleep.
Int. Motel-Bobby’s Room- Night-Dean’s Dream
Dean, frightened backs away from Demon Dean. Who approaches. Grinning. When suddenly,.. Demon Dean vanishes into thin air—
Dean barely has a moment to register his confusion, when—
Int. Impala-Parked-Same
Dean and Sam jerk awake! Breathing hard, they share a look-- It’s over.
Sam looks relieved.
And Dean… well he’s doing his best to hide how freaked out he really is. As always.
Blackout.
End Of Act Four.
End Of Sides.
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