[It seems several happy events have taken place here. This one in particular is a wedding. A red aisle runner cuts the room in half and divides enough chairs for the residents of Wonderland. Flowers stand atop silver pillars and chandeliers hang from an illusioned ceiling that reflects beautiful blue sky. It's a simple but beautiful war-time ceremony. An arch of flowers stands at the end in red and white. Tom is standing under it with familiar faces. Blake, Adam, Sam. Ellen and Allison are standing on the other side. Michael in the middle to officiate. Dean takes Jo down the aisle. He and Tom exchange a brief hug as he takes his place next to the groom. Everyone looks so happy.]
Clinic
[Tom is leaning over Martha's desk and speaking very quickly, excited, but a little terrified. She is sitting in her chair and looking rather amused. Between them sit about a hundred diamond rings in various sizes and styles.]
5th floor hall
[Tom has pulled Dean over into the corner. He looks over his shoulder to make sure they're alone and then produces a small black box from his pocket. Tom is talking very quickly and just as excited as he was in the clinic talking to Martha. He's not so stressed now, but whatever he's asking Dean about it's important. He opens the box and flashes an engagement ring before pocketing it again. Dean raises an eyebrow and takes a step back in shock, but he's not angry. They speak for another moment and Dean claps him on the shoulder with a smile. Tom relaxes. He's got his blessing.]
Entrance hall
[Chaos shatters glass and other pieces of debris in all directions in a fifteen foot radius where two men are fighting in the entranceway. One of them is easily recognized as Tom, hoodie visible at the neck of his jacket. He yells and raises his gun, firing on the thing he's fighting, bullet casings hitting the ground in slow motion. The figure steps into frame from nowhere, tall, powerful, dressed head to toe in the uniform of an american coal miner. Black jumpsuit. Helmet with blinding head lamp. Gas mask distorting his breathing into something eerie. Robbing him of an identity. Even eerier in his ghostly form. From the looks of it, the fight has been going on for a while. Tom is exhausted and injured but he is fighting for his life.
The other man shows no signs of fatigue and is wielding a large pick-axe. He swings but misses. Tom fires but it does nothing and is struck with the axe across his neck on it's second pass. He falls and rolls, gun clattering to the floor, clutching his neck. If one were to pay close enough attention they would notice every shot Tom fired on Harry has appeared on his own body. Blood starts pooling from under him. He coughs, more blood burbling up from his ruined gut. The man kicks him over onto his back and rests a heavy boot upon his belly.
Tom screams in pain and buckles against him, unable to fight, He doesn't understand. He can't react fast enough or defend himself and he can only watch his killer with absolute terror. This is it.
The man stomps down and raises his axe, driving it into Tom's chest with a heavy crack. He holds his position for a long second and evaporates into thin air, the axe stands upright - embedded in Tom's heart.]
First floor hall and stairwell.
[A team of dedicated men and women move silently down the hall in single file and wind down the staircase. Dean, James, Tom, Cas, Blake, Derek, Isaac, Allison, Emma, among others. They're heavily armed and move with practiced precision down the hallway. On their way to a fight that only a handful will return from.]
Ground floor hallway
[There's no way to see happenings on the mirror side but for whatever reason some of the ghosts have slipped over. Besides, the scene could be from any one of a hundred battles over their five years. And no one but Tom would know which battle this was, exactly. He is crouched against the wall, geared up and armed within an inch of his life. He's waiting for the signal to move, and when it comes, he leaps forward followed by several others. Suddenly, he stops and looks to the left and crouches back down. He sees an opportunity, and makes one small hand gesture to Castiel who has appeared and is leading a team of his own on the other side.
You go left, I'll go right.
Castiel sees whatever chance Tom does, considers it, and nods. They wait another moment and break, peeling off through the wall and disappearing. ]
TOM HANNIGER - VARIOUS
[It seems several happy events have taken place here. This one in particular is a wedding. A red aisle runner cuts the room in half and divides enough chairs for the residents of Wonderland. Flowers stand atop silver pillars and chandeliers hang from an illusioned ceiling that reflects beautiful blue sky. It's a simple but beautiful war-time ceremony. An arch of flowers stands at the end in red and white. Tom is standing under it with familiar faces. Blake, Adam, Sam. Ellen and Allison are standing on the other side. Michael in the middle to officiate. Dean takes Jo down the aisle. He and Tom exchange a brief hug as he takes his place next to the groom. Everyone looks so happy.]
Clinic
[Tom is leaning over Martha's desk and speaking very quickly, excited, but a little terrified. She is sitting in her chair and looking rather amused. Between them sit about a hundred diamond rings in various sizes and styles.]
5th floor hall
[Tom has pulled Dean over into the corner. He looks over his shoulder to make sure they're alone and then produces a small black box from his pocket. Tom is talking very quickly and just as excited as he was in the clinic talking to Martha. He's not so stressed now, but whatever he's asking Dean about it's important. He opens the box and flashes an engagement ring before pocketing it again. Dean raises an eyebrow and takes a step back in shock, but he's not angry. They speak for another moment and Dean claps him on the shoulder with a smile. Tom relaxes. He's got his blessing.]
Entrance hall
[Chaos shatters glass and other pieces of debris in all directions in a fifteen foot radius where two men are fighting in the entranceway. One of them is easily recognized as Tom, hoodie visible at the neck of his jacket. He yells and raises his gun, firing on the thing he's fighting, bullet casings hitting the ground in slow motion. The figure steps into frame from nowhere, tall, powerful, dressed head to toe in the uniform of an american coal miner. Black jumpsuit. Helmet with blinding head lamp. Gas mask distorting his breathing into something eerie. Robbing him of an identity. Even eerier in his ghostly form. From the looks of it, the fight has been going on for a while. Tom is exhausted and injured but he is fighting for his life.
The other man shows no signs of fatigue and is wielding a large pick-axe. He swings but misses. Tom fires but it does nothing and is struck with the axe across his neck on it's second pass. He falls and rolls, gun clattering to the floor, clutching his neck. If one were to pay close enough attention they would notice every shot Tom fired on Harry has appeared on his own body. Blood starts pooling from under him. He coughs, more blood burbling up from his ruined gut. The man kicks him over onto his back and rests a heavy boot upon his belly.
Tom screams in pain and buckles against him, unable to fight, He doesn't understand. He can't react fast enough or defend himself and he can only watch his killer with absolute terror. This is it.
The man stomps down and raises his axe, driving it into Tom's chest with a heavy crack. He holds his position for a long second and evaporates into thin air, the axe stands upright - embedded in Tom's heart.]
First floor hall and stairwell.
[A team of dedicated men and women move silently down the hall in single file and wind down the staircase. Dean, James, Tom, Cas, Blake, Derek, Isaac, Allison, Emma, among others. They're heavily armed and move with practiced precision down the hallway. On their way to a fight that only a handful will return from.]
Ground floor hallway
[There's no way to see happenings on the mirror side but for whatever reason some of the ghosts have slipped over. Besides, the scene could be from any one of a hundred battles over their five years. And no one but Tom would know which battle this was, exactly. He is crouched against the wall, geared up and armed within an inch of his life. He's waiting for the signal to move, and when it comes, he leaps forward followed by several others. Suddenly, he stops and looks to the left and crouches back down. He sees an opportunity, and makes one small hand gesture to Castiel who has appeared and is leading a team of his own on the other side.
You go left, I'll go right.
Castiel sees whatever chance Tom does, considers it, and nods. They wait another moment and break, peeling off through the wall and disappearing. ]