( HEAVEN AND HELL )

GAS STATION
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        Cas and Hannah are stopped at an old gas station. Cas is looking even worse, pale with dark circles under his eyes. "Um, Hannah. You know, this—this road we're on... It—it's dangerous." Cas says.

       "All right." Hannah says.

       "Um... We can't afford to lose our way." He says.

       "I know that. I'm sorry about the map."

        "No detours of any kind." He says.

       "Castiel, if these are metaphors and you're attempting another human communication ... It isn't working." Hannah says.

      "I'm just trying to say this mission is everything." Castiel says.

      "I know that."

      "Getting to Dean and hunting these rogues ... I—I'm not at full capacity, so I ... we n-need total focus." He says.

      "Like a laser. Got it." Hannah says.

      "Just ... I've been around humans for long enough to see how easily distractions occur."

      "'Distractions'." She says.

      "Emotions, feelings ... They're dangerous temptations."

       "How very Biblical, Castiel." Hannah says.

      "I don't mean to be unkind." Cas says.

        "You don't need to be kind."

       "I just ... I'm trying to keep our priorities clear." He says.

       "Not to worry, then. I'm very clear on my priorities. And yours." Hannah goes inside the gas station. She looks around, noticing how quiet it is. "Hello?" She notices the overturned coffee cup on the counter. Stepping closer, she sees a man behind the counter, on the floor, his eyes burned out.

       Outside, Cas finishes filling up the car, then makes his way inside, stopping just inside the door. Adina is standing there, her angel blade pressed against Hannah's throat.

       "Hey there." Adina says. Castiel goes to step closer, and Adina tightens her grip, brings the blade closer to Hannah's throat. "I've been tracking you for days. You will be punished for what you did."

       "Daniel's death ... That was unintentional, Adina. I feel you know this." Castiel says.

      "'Unintentional'? You killed him!" Adina throws Hannah into a shelf behind her and lunges for Castiel. He brings his angel blade down his arm. "Seriously?"

       Castiel swings weakly at her, and she easily blocks it. She punches him, and he falls onto a shelf, then turns around. "Just ... kill me. But let her go." He says.

      "Stop." Hannah says.

       "'Stop'. 'Kill me'. I mean, so many suggestions, I don't know what to do. I know—I will kill you, Castiel." Adina says. "But very, very slowly so your—your honeybunch can watch. Sound good?"

       She kicks Castiel through the glass door, then walks through it. Hannah makes it to her feet, watching as Adina punches Castiel, who cannot get up from where he's lying on the ground.

DEAN'S ROOM
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        In the bunker, Sam goes to Dean's room, looking around. He walks over and finds a slice of pie, flips over a page in a notepad to see pictures of Dean and Mary, Mary and John, Sam, Dean, and Bobby, and two pictures of Sam and Dean.

       Sam has tears in his eyes as he looks at the pictures of himself and his brother, then sighs as he drops the pictures back where he found them, walking from the room.

GAS STATION
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        Cas is lying on the ground, bleeding, watching blurry feet walking towards him. He looks up to see Crowley standing there. "Hey, champ. Look at you. Talk about roadkill." Crowley says.

BUNKER DUNGEON
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        In the bunker, Sam walks back into the dungeon to find the chair Dean has been sitting in...empty

GAS STATION
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       Hannah is bruised and bloody, and she screams as Adina draws the angel blade just under her neck. "Attagirl, Hannah. Suffer. Just like my Daniel suffered before you killed him." Adina says.

      "Daniel's death isn't on my head. It's on yours!" Hannah yells.

      "We did nothing. We wanted nothing but to be left alone."

       "You killed an angel. You had to answer for it!" Hannah yells.

        "An angel would have hauled us back to that Heaven of yours." Adina pulls Hannah's head back, placing the blade right under Hannah's chin. "You should have left us alone."

       "And that will do." Crowley says. Adina stands up, walking towards Crowley.

      Her eyes grow wide when he pulls out an angel blade, slicing it across her throat before she can say a word. Adina stands there as her grace leaks out through the cut, and Crowley catches it in a vial. Then, he stabs Adina through the heart.

       "Why can't you people just sit on clouds and play on harps like you're supposed to?"!Crowley lets Adina's body fall, then puts the top on his vial, walking out as Hannah watches.

BUNKER
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       In the bunker, Sam has his back to the wall, a knife in his hand. He hears a door open, and he makes his way down the hall. Dean is walking through the bunker, opening doors, seemingly looking for Sam. Sam opens a drawer and grabs a set of keys. Dean is in the kitchen and grabs a hammer.

      "Come on, Sammy! Don't you want to hang out with your big brother?" Dean asks. "Spend a little quality time?"

GAS STATION
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        Back at the station, Crowley has the grace near Castiel's mouth, but Cas leans away, lifting a hand to push Crowley away. "Don't be an idiot. Yes, it's hers, but she was killing your girlfriend. Your hands are clean. As much as it pains me to say this ... You're useless to me dead." Crowley says.

      The grace goes in Cas' mouth, and lights up his body. Hannah comes to the door, just in time to see Cas stand up, injuries healed.

      "You owe me." He says.

      "Why did you help me?" Castiel asks.

        "Purely business. Since you're five miles away from the Winchester's Clubhouse, I can only surmise that you're headed there." Crowley says. "And that Dean has become a handful. Having him as a demon has caused me nothing but grief. Fix the problem."

       "You realize, worst come to worst ... That means killing him."

       "I'm not sentimental." Crowley walks away, and Hannah comes to stand by Castiel.

BUNKER
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       In the bunker, Sam uses the keys to unlock the door to the control room. Elena runs up behind him and he almost punches her. "Elena?" He asks.

       "What's going on?" She asks.

       "Dean got out." Sam says. "Go hide! Go!" He yells and Elena obliges. She runs into an empty room that had a familiar vibe.

        Dean comes walking down a hall. He kicks a door in, the door to his bedroom. Sam flips a switch and the lights suddenly shut off, leaving red lights flashing as an alarm begins to sound.

        "Smart, Sam! Locking the place down. Doors won't open. I get it. But here's the thing: I don't want to leave! Not 'til I find you!" Dean yells. He hears a clatter in the distance and goes walking down the hall. "Sammy! You're just making this worse for yourself, man! Oh, by the way, you can, uh... blame yourself for me getting loose. All that blood you pumped into me to make me human... Well. The less demon I was, the less the cuffs worked. And that Devil's Trap? Well, I just walked right across it. It smarted, but still."

        Dean opens the drawer, sees that the keys are missing. He walks off in the direction Sam had been. Inside the control room, Dean flips the switch, turning the power back on.

        "Yeah, that's more like it." Dean says.

        Sam rushes over and pulls the door shut, locking it, locking Dean inside. Sam throws the keys on the ground, standing at the door with the knife in his hand.

       "That's your big move?" Dean asks.

       "Listen to me, Dean!" Sam yells. "We were getting close, okay? I know you're still in there somewhere. Just let me finish the treatments." No answer comes from inside the room. "Dean?"

       Sam jumps back as the door begins to splinter. He watches as the door begins to break, from the hammer Dean is wielding.

       "You act like I want to be cured!" Dean continues using the hammer, until he can look through the door at Sam. "Personally, I like the disease."

       "Dean, stop that! Look, I don't want to use this blade on you!" Sam yells.

       "That sucks for you, doesn't it? 'Cause you really mean that!" Dean yells.

        "Look, if you come out of that room, I won't have a choice!"

        "Sure you will! And I know which one you'll make. Isn't that right, Sammy?" Dean asks. "But see ... Here's the thing: I'm lucky. Oh, hell, I'm blessed! 'Cause there's just enough demon left in me that killing you? Ain't no choice at all."

       As Dean breaks down the door, Sam goes running down the hall. Dean pushes a hand through his hair, then walks after his brother.

       "Sammy?" Dean comes walking down the hall, still holding the hammer. "Come on, Sammy! Let's have a beer, talk about it. I'm tired of playing. Let's finish this game!"

        Sam is breathing hard, back up against the wall. He chances a look down the hall, but finds it empty. He turns back around, ducking just in time, as Dean swings the hammer at his head, instead lodging it into the wall. Sam reacts on instinct, pushing his knife against Dean's throat. Dean smiles.

         "Well ... Look at you. Do it. It's all you." Dean says.

        Sam lets the knife fall, and Dean smiles as his eyes go black. He takes a step towards Sam, grunting when arms suddenly come around him.

        "It's over." Cas' eyes begin to glow blue with his grace. "Dean, it's over." Dean begins to yell, and Cas just holds him. "It's over."

BUNKER DUNGEON
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       Dean is once again strapped to the chair, and Sam pulls a needle from his arm. There are needle marks on Dean's arm now, close by the Mark of Cain. Dean is slumped over, head hanging.

        "What the hell are we doing to him, Cas?" Sam asks. "I mean, even after I gave him all that blood, he still said he didn't want to be cured, that he didn't want to be human."

        "Well... I see his point. You know, only humans can feel real joy, but ... also such profound pain." Cas says. "This is easier."

        Dean wakes up, and his eyes are black. The black dissipates, and Sam unscrews the flask in his hand. Dean looks up to Sam and Cas, groaning and letting out a breath. He looks around, uncertain, while Sam and Cas watch him carefully.

       "You look worried, fellas." Dean says.

        Sam splashes holy water on Dean's face, and Dean looks up at him when nothing happens. Sam smiles. "Welcome back, Dean." He says.

BUNKER
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        Castiel is looking at the book of Demonic Possession. He picks up the Practitioners Guide to Exorcism and flips through it. He sets the book down when Sam walks in. "Hey." Sam says.

       "How's he doing?" Cas asks.

        "He's uh ... He's still a little out of it, but better, I think." Sam says. "I mean, I think this whole thing—the blood cure, and the ... all of it—really wrecked him, you know?"

       "Yeah."

        "On the plus side, he's hungry again, so I'm just going to go pick him up a big ol' bag of crap food and stuff it in his face myself." Sam says. "You mind keeping an eye?"

      "Yeah. Sam?" Castiel asks.

      "Yeah?"

        "You realize one problem is solved, but one still remains. Dean is no longer a demon, that's true." Castiel says. "But the Mark of Cain... that, he still has. And sooner or later, that's going to be an issue."

       "You know what, Cas? I'm beat, man. One battle at a time, you know?" Sam asks. "So I'm just gonna go grab my brother some cholesterol. And then, I'm gonna get drunk."

DEAN'S ROOM
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        In his room, Dean is looking through his pictures. A knock sounds at his door. "Yeah." Dean says as Cas opens the door.

       "You look terrible." Cas says.

       Dean laughs. "You know, it wouldn't kill you to lie every now and again." He says.

      "No, it wouldn't kill me. I just ... You ..."

        "Forget it. Well, you, on the other hand, you... Looking good." Dean says. "So... Are you back?"

       "At least temporarily. It's a long story." Cas says. "Crowley, stolen grace. There's a female outside in the car." Dean stares at him, and Cas shakes his head. "Another time."

       "Well, thank you for, um... Stepping in when you did." Dean says as Cas nods. "What did Sam say? Does he want a divorce?"

        "I'm sure Sam knows that whatever you said or what you did, it wasn't really you. It certainly wasn't all you." Castiel says.

        "I tried to kill him, Cas."

       "Dean. You two have been through so much. Look, you're brothers." Castiel says. "It'd take a lot more than trying to kill Sam with a hammer to make him want to walk away."

       "You realize how screwed up our lives are that that even makes sense?" Dean asks and Cas laughs. "I'm glad you're here, man."

        Cas starts to leave, then turns back. "Hey, maybe you should um ... take some time before you get back to work. Allow yourself to heal." He says. "It's, uh ... I don't know. The timing might be right. Heaven and Hell—they seem reasonably back in order. It's quiet out there."

TULSA, OKLAHOMA

HOTEL
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        Classical music plays in the background as a redhead sits in front of a fire, reading a book. Something drips onto her arm. It's blood. Two men are pinned to the ceiling above her, dead and bleeding. She wipes the blood away, then smiles.