( BAD THINGS )

HELL
[ TIME UNKNOWN ]

In Hell, the demon is trying to get out of her chains. "That won't work." Rowena says.

"I didn't ask you, Braveheart." The Demon says as Rowena laughs, imitating William Wallace

      "Freedom!" She exclaims. The demon gives up. "So...What are we in for?" The demon gives her a look, and Rowena shrugs her shoulders. "Small talk, darling. Just passing the time."

      "I'm here because ... I shouldn't be here." She says.

      "Is that a riddle?" Rowena asks.

      "Crowley only allows certain demons to come Earth-side. I wasn't on the list, so I had to get myself smuggled up."

      "And what did that cost?" She asks.

      "A favor." The Demon says.

      "Big?"

      "Bloody. Now ... I figure the King lets me stew for a while, then he starts asking how I Houdini-ed Hell." She says. "And he ain't gonna ask nice. What about you? What's your sin?"

      "I was a horrible mother."

      Meanwhile, Crowley is saying the same thing to his secant. "She was a horrible mother! Did I tell you the time she almost traded me for three pigs? THREE! I was an attractive child. I could juggle. I was worth five pigs, at least."

      "My ma used to burn me with cigarettes." Gerald says.

       "Nobody cares, Gerald. And don't get me started about the name. 'Fergus'. It sounds like a venereal disease, and not the fun kind.l

      "Look, Boss. If you hate this Betty so much ... why not end her?" He asks.

      "I have my reasons." Crowley says.

      "Well, I killed my old lady. Because of the cigarettes. I have no problem doing yours." Gerald says.

DETENTION CENTER
[ ☾]

      "Claire's a good kid, detective. She's smart, and underneath it all, she has a big heart." Sandy hands a folder over to Sam. "You know, there used to be a boy here. Dustin Tate. He was older, but Claire really took him under her wing."

      "Is he around?" Sam asks.

      "He works at The Weiner Hut. We tried to place Claire, but she always ran away." Sandy says. "Sometimes for a couple of days ... One time for six months."

      "Wow. Where does she hide out?" Sam asks.

      "Wish I knew."

HOUSE
[ ☾]

      Inside a house, a boy in a Weiner Hut uniform sits at a table, texting on his phone. It's Dustin. He looks up and smiles. "Hey, Claire." He says.

      "Hey. Is Randy here?" Claire asks.

      A man, Randy, steps into the room. "Oh, look who's back. It's been, what? Three days?" He asks.

       "I know. I got busted. But I come bearing gifts!" Claire exclaims. She hands Randy a wallet, which he immediately opens. "There's like two hundred bucks in there

       Randy stops when he sees the driver's license. "James Novak. Any relation?" He asks.

       "No. He's just a guy." She says.

       Randy nods, ticking the wallet away in his back pocket. "Well... I appreciate the elbow grease, but, uh, we're still short." He says.

       "How much?" Claire asks.

      "Too much."

       "When's Salinger coming to collect?" Claire asks.

       "Tonight." Dustin says. Fear is evident in Claire's eyes as she looks at Dustin.

       "It's my fault. I shouldn't have borrowed so much money. But, uh... The holidays are coming, and I like to spoil my kids." Randy says. Dustin gets up and leaves the table.

       "Maybe he'll give us some more time." Claire says.

       "He's a loan shark. They're not so big on second chances." He says. "Kinda thought you were gonna ... steal enough to pay down the debt, like we talked about. But, uh..."

       "I tried." Claire says.

       "Not hard enough." Randy says as Dustin sits back down, and he forces a smile. "Come on. One last family meal."

       "There's got to be something we can do." Claire says as Randy and Dustin share a look. "What?"

       "It's nothin'. It's crazy." Randy says.

       "I'd do it if I was still under eighteen." Dustin says.

        Claire looks from Dustin to Randy, who's looking back at her. "Tell me." She says.

WEINER HUT
[ ☾]

       Sam and Cas are standing outside the Weiner Hut. Dustin comes walking up. "Dustin Tate?" Sam asks.

      "Nah, man." Dustin says.

      "Oh, really?" Sam puts a hand on Dustin's chest, and Cas comes up and grabs the back of his jacket.

       "Yes, you are." Castiel says. He pushes Dustin back against the brick wall. "And you're going to tell me where Claire Novak is." Dean and Elena come walking up, Dean eating, as Cas grips Dustin's neck and lifts him off the ground. Dustin is gasping and choking. "Now."

      Dean speaks with a mouth full of food. "I'd do what he says." He says. Sam gives Dean a look, and Dean points back to the Weiner Hut, then gives Sam a thumbs up.

       In a convenience store, Claire has a dark jacket on with the hood pulled over her head. She's wearing dark sunglasses. She walks slowly around the store, and flashes back to a little while earlier.

      "Quick in, quick out." Randy lays a gun on the table as he explains the plan to Claire. "Watch out for the cameras."

       Back at the convenience store, Claire is seen missing the cameras. "Be careful. Wait 'til you're alone, then you hit that register jockey hard. You put the fear of God into him, you understand?" Randy asks. Claire nods, reaching over to take the gun. "Good." Randy lays his hand on top of Claire's. "You come back to me, you hear? You and Dustin—you're the only family I got."

      Claire nods and takes the gun. In the store, she opens it, checks to find that the gun is loaded with bullets. She closes the gun and watches as the customer leaves, leaving her alone in the store. She walks towards the cash register, pulling the gun from her pocket. She gasps when her arm is grabbed, and she turns around to see Castiel staring down at her.

      Castiel and Claire have a stare down in the store, until the clerk glances over at them. Cas takes Claire's arm and nearly drags her outside. "Excuse us." Cas says. Outside, Claire takes the hood off her head, then starts walking away. "Claire, wait!"

      "Screw you." Claire says.

      "Whoa, hey, Miley Cyrus. Settle." Dean says.

       "Eat me, Hasselhoff."

       "Claire, hold on a second. Look, my name's—" Sam starts.

       "Sam. And you're Dean. And she's Elena. We've met, remember?"

       "Claire. You were going to rob that convenience store?" Castiel asks.

      "So?" Claire asks.

      "'So?' So ... it's—it's wrong!"

       "You want to talk to me about wrong?" She asks. "You killed my dad. Is that 'wrong' enough for you?"

       "No, I didn't."

      "Really? Because without you, he'd still be here. And my mom would still be around." She says.

       "Claire, I'm—" He takes a step towards her, and she pulls the gun from her pocket, cocking it and pointing it at him.

      "Don't!" She exclaims.

      "That won't hurt me." Castiel says.

      "Fine." Claire turns the gun on Sam and Dean, who both take a step back.

      "Whoa! Hey, come on." Dean says.

      "Hold on a second." Elena says.

      "Why? Like you don't have it coming?" Claire asks. "You stood there while this monster took my dad." She puts the gun down, then turns to Cas. "I used to pray to you, Castiel. Every night. I would beg you to bring him home safe."

       "I know." Castiel says.

      "You know ... My father was a good man. In what messed up world does he have to die and you get to live?" She asks.

       "I'm sorry." Cas says.

       "No. You feel guilty. There's a difference." Claire says.

      "So what? Now you run back to Randy?" Sam asks. "The guy you steal for?"

      "How do you know about that?" Claire asks.

      "Dustin."

      "Claire, that man is using you." Castiel says.

       "He was there for me. When things got bad—and they got real damn bad—he was there when no one else was. He's my family. And you're just ... you can go to hell." Claire walks away, leaving Cas watching after her.