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LESTER'S HOUSE
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        Dean and Elena are at Lester's house watching Mindy Morris through the window. Just as he is about to make his move he is distracted by headlights turning in.

        Scene changes to Lester sitting in the car waiting. Suddenly Dean opens the passenger door and gets in. Elena hops in the back. "Hey! Hey!" Lester yells.

       "Let me guess—Lester?" Dean asks.

        "I...Who are you?" Lester asks.

        Dean's eyes flash black. "Who do you think?" He asks.

       "Whoa. Ohh!"

       "'Ohh'." Dean says mockingly. "What the hell are you doing here, man?"

       "Well, my contact...Yeah, he, uh—he told me that, uh, this was happening, so I just wanted to come down and make sure it gets done right." Lester says.

        "Ah. 'Cause you're the expert, huh?" Elena asks.

       Lester looks at Elena in the back and briefly checks her out. "Who the hell is she?" He asks as Elena waves seductively.

       "She's mine." Dean says and grabs Lester's chin forcefully to make him face him. "Listen—and this is murder 101—when you hire someone to kill your wife, you don't want to be around when the hit goes down. It's called an alibi."

       "Yeah, I know what an alibi is. I watch 'Franklin & Bash'." Lester says.

       "Super. Listen, you sold your soul for this crap, so—" Dean starts.

       "It's not crap. It's my life. And she flushed it down the toilet."

        "Les... I'm gonna say something to you. I need you to really listen to me. You're a loser. Your lady in there—she's a North Dakota 8." Dean says. "You're a 4 1/2, max. Now, I don't blame her for stepping out—especially if she found you were messing around first."

        "No. Oh, no. I-I wasn't...Uh—How do you know?" Lester asks.

       "Well, you just got that, uh, pervy, 'I'd do anything to nail my secretary' look." Elena says.

       "Oh. No. T-that—it's different when guys do it."

       "Really?" Elena asks.

       "Yeah. It's called 'science'." Lester says. "Look into it."

       "Oh."

        "Men aren't built for monogamy...because of evolution. We're—we're—we're programmed, you know, to—to spread our seed." Lester says. Dean punches him. "Ohh! Ow!"

       "Like I said—loser, with a capital 'L', rhymes with 'you suck'." Dean says.

       "Yeah, well, you're a punk-ass demon! And you work for me now." Lester says. "So get in there and do your job, you freak!"

       Dean fixes an icy glare at Lester. "And what are you gonna do? You gonna watch, huh? Is that what you like to do, Lester? Watch? Well, watch this." He pulls out the First Blade and buries it in Lester's chest.

       Elena claps her hands and leans in the back if his seat. "That was incredibly sexy, you know that?" She whispers in Dean's ear.

       "Really..." Dean climbs in the back and positions himself on top of Elena. She smiles as he begins kissing her roughly.

       "Wait." Elena says as she pushes Lester's seat up so that his head hits the steering wheel. "There. That's better." They continue to kiss.

STRIP CLUB
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        Sam is showing Dean's picture to the Security Guard who Dean beat up. The guy has a black eye and has an arm in a sling. "Hmm. That's the guy. I called 911, but he was gone before they showed up. That dude get to you, too?" The Guard asks.

       Sam looks at his own sling. "Oh, uh, no. This is, uh, just a...hunting accident." He says.

      "Damn."

       "Yeah. Would you do me a favor?" Sam asks. "If you do see him again, will you give me a call?"

       "Yeah. You bet." The Guard says.

       "Thanks." Sam gets in his stolen truck and pulls out of the parking lot. Cole is watching him from his own vehicle and pulls out to follow him.

HOUSE
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        Cas wakes up to find the tow-truck driver's young daughter sitting at the end of the couch eating cereal and watching cartoons. "Hello." She says.

       "Hi."

       "Did you have a good dream?" The Daughter asks.

      "Well...I, uh...I don't really dream." Cas says.

       "Why? One time, I dreamed that my snot was a rocket, and it shot into space and knocked down the stars to make room for more rockets!"

        Castiel smiles at the little girl. "That sounds like some very special snot." He says. The Girl giggles joyously.

       The Tow-Truck Driver enters. "All right, you're good to go." She says.

       "We appreciate that." Hannah says.

       "Great guy you have there."

       "Oh. We're not... That." She says.

       "Too bad." The Tow-Truck Driver says.

RESTAURANT
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        Crowley is listening to a boring progress report from a stunt demon. He looks immensely bored. "At the end of the day, we have to strategically calibrate expectations. And so, by making these 64 small changes...I believe we can increase our demon-conversion rate by 0.03%." The Demon says. A Phone rings and Demon Two picks it up.

        "Uh, sir?" He asks. "Sir?"

       "Kill me." Crowley says.

        "Uh... It's Sam Winchester, sir. He's close." The Demon says as Dean and Elena enter.

       "Dean! Elena! How did it go?" Crowley asks.

        "Fine. Fine. Uh... He's dead, and you're right—I-I feel amazing." Dean says.

        "That part's on me." Elena raises a hand.

       "'He'?" Crowley asks.

        "Uh, Lester." Dean says.

       "The client? You killed the client?"

       "Then we had sex." Dean says. "Does it matter? He was a douche. Now he's a dead douche."

       "Of course it matters!" Crowley yells. "The deal was one dead wife for one soul. The wife's not dead, I don't get the soul. It's math."

       Dean turns to leave. "Well...There you go." He says.

      "Hey! don't turn your back on me!" Yells Crowley.

       Dean turns around with cold eyes and with one shove sends Crowley sprawling on the floor. Dean chuckles coldly as Elena leans her arm on his shoulder. His Demons smirk.

      "Is something funny?" Crowley asks.

       "No, sir." Demon Two says.

        Crowley gets up. "Good. What do you think you're doing?" He asks.

       "Oh, whatever I want." Dean says.

       "Really? Because I think you don't know what you want. Tell me, Dean—what are you? A demon? If so, why isn't Lester's wife dead?" Crowley asks. "Did you feel sorry for her? So maybe you're human. Except you have those pretty black peepers and you're working alongside me. Why don't you do us all a great big favor and PICK A BLOODY SIDE?!"

       "Or what? Hmm? Go ahead. Make a move. See how it ends." Dean says. "I ain't your friggin' bestie, and I ain't taking orders from you." He says. "When I need to kill, I'll call. Until then, stay out of my way."

       "Fine. It's over. What can I say?" Crowley says to his Demons. "Crazy ones—well, they're good for a fling, but they're not relationship material."

       "Are you done?" Dean asks.

      "We're done. You know what, Dean? It's not me. It's you." Crowley and his stunt demons leave the bar.

STREET
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        Castiel and Hannah go to get in the fixed car. "Maybe I should drive?" Asks Hannah.

       "All right. Good idea."

MOTEL
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        Sam is leaving a hotel when someone calls to him. "Hello, Bullwinkle. You miss me?" He asks.

       "So much." Sam says sarcastically.

       "You're here for Dean and Elena. I'm here to give them to you." Crowley says.

       "What?" Sam asks.

        "The little prat's bad for business. Dean's...uncontrollable. Must be the Mark. Anyway, Dean's your problem now—again, forever." Crowley says.

        "What about Elena? What did you do to her?" Sam asks.

       "I gave Dean that contract I 'disposed' of a few years back." Crowley says. "I can give it to you, all you have to do is burn it."

        "Then where is he?"  Sam asks.

       "First, there's the small matter of my finder's fee."