( THE WITCH PROJECT )

BAR
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       A man is holding a skimpy outfit on his hand. "What did you say?" He asks. A girl, Caitlin, sits in a chair.

       "I said, 'If you like it so much, why don't you wear it'?" She asks. Raul, wearing an eye patch, enters from door behind the 'man'.

       "She won't wear the clothes you picked. What should I do?" The Man asks.

       "Gerald, what do you think? Don't leave any marks." Raul says.

       Gerald turns to girl and smiles creepily. The door to the bar opens and a woman with red hair, in a black dress walks in. "Hey, lady, I think you're in the wrong place." He says.

       "This is Raul's girls, isn't it? Clever name, by the way." The Woman says.

       "Sorry, but we're not hiring at the moment. And, no offense, but even if we were, you're a little...old." Raul says. "Unless you're here as a customer."

       "No disrespect to your girls, but I'd sooner die than do business of any kind with filth like you." She says and throws a hex bag with red markings to Raul, who catches it.

       "You." Raul starts gasping and groaning, black goop comes pouring out of his mouth. As he collapse to the floor we see a blonde woman, Elle, come in from the other side of the bar area, behind Gerald.

       "Boss?" Gerald asks.

        "Ladies, you may want to stand back. This will get messy." The Redhead says.

        Black smoke pours out of Gerald's mouth and exits through the air vent while Raul continues to vomit black goop on the floor. He falls to his back, convulses and dies

        "Hardly the most appetizing process in the world, but killing demons always makes me hungry." She says and turns her back to the women and then looks over her shoulder to them. "You coming? I mean, you're welcome to stay here." Caitlin and Elle, looking horrified, look at each other, nod their heads and leave with the woman. "Fabulous!"

HOTEL ROOM
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       The scene opens on Hannah and the man from the hotel lobby, now in a hotel room. "Caroline, you've been gone a year. Disappeared." The Man says. "I don't know what's happened to you, I don't know who's gotten into your head, but something's going on, and I'm not walking away till I know what."

       "Well, there is a reason, an answer for all of this." Hannah says.

        "Th-then tell me." The Man says.

        "I can't. You wouldn't understand."

        "Then I'm not going anywhere." The Man sits on the bed as Castiel enters the hotel room.

         "I waited at the car, but the desk man said—" Castiel starts.

         "Castiel. This is Joe...my husband." Hannah says.

       "Oh?" Castiel looks puzzled. "Oh. ""

      "Who is this guy?" Joe asks.

       "He...Uh..."

       "You saying you're...together?" Joe asks.

       "What? Yes." Hannah takes Castiel's hand in hers. "I left you. For him. He's the reason."

        "No. No, I don't believe it. This guy? You? No, there's something... You're not that kind of person, okay?" Joe asks. "You wouldn't do that. You couldn't do that."

        Hannah turns and kisses Castiel passionately. As the break apart we see Joe, looking devastated. Hannah and Castiel look at each other. "I'm sorry. Let's go." She and Castiel leave the room.

BAR
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      We're back to the bar; we see Gerald on the floor and Raul laying in a puddle of black goop. "Can't believe somebody got to kill this Raul tool before we could. Check I.D.s." Dean says.

       "All right." Sam kneels down by the bodies while Dean goes behind the bar and pours himself a drink. Elena snatches it out of his hand. "Uh, Dean, from the look and...smell of it, pure demon. I think this is Raul."

       "What? Did he puke himself to death?" Dean asks.

       "Yeah, literally." Sam says.

       "Okay, so... Something went down here. There was a standoff." Dean says. "One demon smokes out and Raul... What can even kill a demon like this?"

       "Apparently..." Sam reaches by Raul's hand and picks up the hex bag. "A witch."

       The scene changes to woman drinking champagne and sitting with women in an upscale restaurant. French music is playing in the background. "Uh, ma'am, why are we here?" Elle asks.

       "I thought you'd be hungry. I doubt that swine Raul fed you properly." Rowena says.

       "Yeah, but... We don't belong here."

       A Waiter walks up to the table. "Apologies for the interruption, ma'am." He says.

       "That word again."

       "But I'm afraid that the bistro des moules has a very strict dress code, a sartorial standard certain members of your party fall well short of." Says the Waiter.

       "Now can we go?" Caitlin asks.

        "Stay in your seats. We're not going anywhere." Rowena says and turns to reach into her bag.

        "Excuse me?"

        "You heard me." She hands the waiter a small hex bag. "Famalatus."

        Later, plates of food are being laid on the table. Camera pulls back and we see a line of waiters coming to the table with plates of food and drinks. "A Krug '95—an excellent vintage. With our compliments, of course." The Waiter says.

        "This is awesome." Elle says.

        "How did you do it?" Caitlin asks.

        "Magic." Rowena says.

HELL
[ TIME UNKNOWN ]

        The scenery changes to Crowley sitting on his throne. "Gerald..." Crowley gets up and walks toward 'Gerald' who is now a construction worker. "A bordello? You opened a whorehouse in my name?"

        "Well, technically, the place was called Raul's girls, but...Yes." Gerald says. "Look, Raul said that—"

       "Oh, Raul said?" Crowley asks.

        "Your decree last month—soul deals way down after the war with Abaddon." Gerald says. "Said that you were looking for proactive and out-of-the-box strategies to get numbers back up."

       "So, you and your half-wit pal threw me into the sex trade? I'm evil. That's just tacky." Crowley says.

        "We tried running it past you, but we were told you weren't taking meetings, that you were distracted." He says. "I mean, busy. Look, this witch took Raul down like that. Whole operation—kaput. I smoked out."

       "Ran away." Crowley says.

       "Possessed the nearest meatsuit I could find."

       "Apparently so." Says Crowley.

       "Because I thought that you should know what happened." Gerald says. "Act of aggression like that didn't seem like something you could let stand."

       Crowley rolls his eyes. "Hmm." He says.

IMPALA
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        Sam, Elena, and Dean drive in the Impala at night. "Here we go." Sam says. We see Sam's laptop open to a page 'Witchcraft and the Occult...To Bind and Purge. "Um, so it looks like in the 18th century, there were accounts of demons killed by witchcraft. Apparently they were vanquished by a spell called defigere et depurgare which is Latin for 'to bind and purge'."

        "You think that's the same kind of spell that took out Raul?" Dean asks.

        "Sounds like it. But from what I can tell, that spell hasn't been used in over 300 years." Sam says. "And it was only ever known by one person, the witch who created it."

        "That is?" Dean asks.

        "Rowena."

FANCY RESTAURANT
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       Rowena and the women are still eating in the restaurant, enjoying their conversation. "According to the grand coven, there are three recognized kinds of witch in the world. Most common are the borrowers—those who harness the power of a demon in order to practice the art. Owing to recent experience, I doubt you'd have the stomach for that." Rowena says. "Secondly, and rarest of all, are the naturals, those who are... Born with the gift."

       "You're one of those." Elle says.

       "Well you are correct." Rowena says.

        "And what's the third?"

        "The students—those with no natural ability who, with enough practice and training and a grand coven-approved mentor to show them the path, can eke out a modicum of witchly power."

        "Will...You be our mentor?" Elle asks softly.

        "Well...I'm about as far from grand-coven-approvedas it's possible to be. They threw me out many years ago. Disapproved of my methods." Rowena says. "Said my magic was too extreme. I was forbidden from using magic, from taking students, from forming a coven. I've been on the run from those utter fannies ever since."

       "So, you can't teach us?" Asks Caitlin.

       "Screw the grand coven and their silly rules. You two stick with me, and you can have anything, do anything you want whenever you want."

       "When do we start?" Elle asks.

       Rowena talks as Waiter 1 is walking over with two plates and starts to stumble, looking confused. "Soon, but not here." She says. Waiter 1 starts to sweat. His eyes and head are turning red and the plates drop to the floor. People in the restaurant turn to look. "Whoops. I believe that's our cue."

        Rowena and the women get up to leave. Waiters' head is now bright red and peeling. He collapses to the floor. "Did you do that?" Caitlin asks.

       "Oh, he'll be fine—worker's comp and all that. Are you coming?" Rowena asks.

        Meanwhile, a demon is tied to a chair over a Devil's Trap. "I'm not afraid...'Cause you're a noob." It says. The Person off screen throws Holy Water on Demon. Demon hisses in pain. "I'm your first. That's why you're drawing this out. 'Cause you're studying me. You're training." More Holy Water is thrown on the demon as the Demon grunts in pain, his face is burning. "It's gonna take a lot more than that to make me talk."

       "Boy, you will talk. You will talk, and you will tell me everything you know about your buddy Dean Winchester." It is revealed that Cole is the kidnapper.

        Castiel and Hannah park at a gas station while Cas puts gas in the car. Hannah is standing at the front of the it. "At some point, we have to talk about what happened. The, uh..." Cas says.

       "He wouldn't listen, Castiel. He wouldn't let me go. I didn't want to hurt him. I could've erased his memories, but... It didn't feel right." Hannah says. "I thought if he truly believed we were together, he'd give up. And it worked. So, why does it feel so bad?"

       "You did the right thing. You hurt him, but you gave him a reason, something he could use to move forward and make sense of his loss." Castiel says. "I had to take my vessel from his family—twice, actually. Jimmy Novak. He was a good man. He was married, had a daughter...Claire."

       "And?" Asks Hannah.

       "And it was difficult, but necessary." Castiel says. "The mission comes first—always." The gas nozzle clicks and Castiel turns away from Hannah to replace the nozzle on the pump. When he turns back, Hannah is gone.