Day Is Gonna Come

31. Game Night

Donatello was kitchen, as he baked cookies and cheerfully sang.

Donatello was interrupted by a persistent ringing of his doorbell. "Hold your haystacks! I'm coming! Geez! I'm coming! Holy Christmas."

Donatello answered the door. "Hello. Can I help you?"

The person outside pushed inside.

In the kitchen, where Donatello had been singing, Donatello was tied up, a pot boiled over, and someone injected Donatello with something.

"Please," Donatello begged.

"Shh," the intruder said.

"No. Oh, no."

"No, no, no, no, no. Ah-ah-ah-ah, ah!" Donatello cried.

BUNKER - LIBRARY

Dean was hard at work building the board game, Mousetrap, and struggling to make it work. "Come on."

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In the bunker kitchen, Jack, Seylah and Mary prepared snacks.

"Do you think we have enough?" Mary wondered.

Dean yelled loudly, "Son of a bitch!"

Mary was startled at Dean's shout. "What-"

"I thought this was supposed to relax him," Jack said.

"Um, it will -- I hope. I just thought it would be nice to stay in for a change. You know, this was his favorite game when he was little. How about you? Feeling better?"

"Everybody keeps asking me that."

"We're family. It's our job."

"Well, it's annoying."

"Jack... if you ever want to talk or... vent..."

"You're here. I know."

"All right. Seylah-"

Seylah nodded. "I know, that goes for me as well."

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Jack, Seylah and Mary entered with snacks.

"Winchester game night is a go -- soon as Sammy gets back here with the two double-pepperoni meat blasters and a pineapple," Dean informed.

"I like it," Jack said.

Seylah frowned. "Pineapple doesn't belong on pizza."

"Yeah, it's like a crime against humanity," Dean stated. "Sorry, but Sey's right."

Mary handed Dean his phone. "You missed a call."

"Oh."

There was a voice on the phone. "Dean."

"What's wrong?" Mary asked.

Dean listened to his voicemail, and then played it for everyone to hear. "Help me, please! Dean. It's me. It's Donatello."

"Donatello?" Jack and Seylah asked.

"I need help. You and Sam. Help me, please! Hith-'o-rehr, shqodh... ki'o-yivkha has-sa-tan, k'ar-yeh sho-'ehgh, mith-hal-lehkh, u-mvaq-qehsh 'eth asher, yval-leha'."

Dean hung up and immediately dialed Sam's phone.

"You've reached Sam Winchester. If this is an emergency, call my brother."

"Sam's not answering his phone. This whole damn town's a dead zone. All right. We got to go," Dean said.

"What do I do?" Jack and Seylah wondered.