( MOOSE )

POLICE STATION
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        "Okay, now, porn guy's just minding his own business. And there's Drew Neely. See the knife?" The Officer asks.

       "Yeah." Sam says.

       "That's intent right there. Now watch this."

        Drew Neely jumps Dean in the surveillance footage at the same time as the demon jumps Dean outside the bar. Both are instantly killed by the First Blade and its owner.

       "Looks like a cutlass or something. I don't know what the hell this is. Problem is, we don't know if this guy's a hero or a psychopath." The Officer stops the tape on a closeup of Dean's face. Sam just stares at his brother's image. "And there's the groupie. That's the image that's getting uploaded to the wires." Elena appears and they begin making out.

       Sam recovers his voice. "Detective, do you mind if I, uh, take another look at this?" He asks.

      "Knock yourself out. I'll be back in a few."

       "All right." Sam rewinds the tape and slowly goes frame-by-frame on the closeup of Dean and Elena. He starts back when Dean's eyes flash to black. Then anger flushes Sam's face.

HOUSE
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        A man works out furiously in his house. His wife and son eat breakfast at the table in the other room. A fax comes in in the office and the son brings it to his father. "Fax, Dad." The Son says.

       "Who's it from, buddy?" Cole asks.

       "Doesn't say. There's a picture."

       "Thanks a lot, bud." He says.

       "Is it him?" His wife asks. Cole just looks at the surveillance picture of Dean and then up at his wife. She begins to cry. Cole begins to pack an arsenal of weapons into a military duffel bag.

ROAD
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        Hannah and Castiel pull over at the side of a highway. "I didn't know angels could get nauseous." He says.

      "I just need a moment." She says.

      "It's my fault. I'll take the curves faster." Castiel says.

       "And you, Castiel? You're feeling well?" Hannah asks.

      "Oh, yes. Like a million dollars."

      "That's not true." Hannah says.

      "It's my truth." He says.

       "When you left heaven, your borrowed Grace was failing. By the looks of you, you've only gotten worse." Hannah says.

      "I'm fine."

      "You're dying, Castiel. You need more Grace." Says Hannah.

      "And we have a mission in front of us that supersedes my needs—all of our needs. Don't you agree? You're a good soldier, Hannah... And one of the best." Castiel says. "Metatron certainly could not have been brought to heel without your bravery."

      "Or yours. You must take care of yourself, Castiel." Hannah says.

      Castiel lashes out. "And another angel should die so that I can be saved?! Is this really that hard to understand?" He asks. "Hannah."

      Hannah gets back into the car. "I'm feeling better now." She says.

GAS-N-SIP
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        Sam is questioning the attendant, Mickey, at the Gas-in-Sip. "Oh, yeah. Porn guy was an animal. Bro came at him like, "what?!" and he was all like, "wh-a-a-at?" "say my name! Say my name! Say my name." And there was a lot of blood." Mickey says.

      "Right. Um...When the guy, uh—when—"Porn guy" came in, did he...say anything?" Sam asks.

     "W-where's the porn".

      "That's all he said? Did he buy anything? Did he—did he use a credit card? Nothing?" Sam asks. Mickey stares at Sam blankly. "So some guy comes in, kills another guy in your store on your watch, and you just—you what? Just keep on keepin' on?"

       "You mean when porn guy was stabbing the other guy to death 10 feet in front of me, and I was having a total code-brown moment in my favorite freakin' pants because I thought I was next, did I conduct a field interview?...No." Mickey pulls a phone from behind the counter. "Oh, hey. Uh, can you do me a solid? Found this wedged under the T.P. I think it's the dead guy's phone, and, uh, if you're heading back to the station..."

        Sam stands outside the Gas-in-Sip scrolling through Drew Neely's phone. He pulls up a text message that reads "Winchester. Amherst Junction, WI Gas n' Sip B/W 11a-12p. Long live Abaddon." He calls the number.

       A phone rings next to Crowley as he watches Dean and Elena play darts in the bar. He looks at the ID and then picks it up. "You're dead." He says.

       "Nope. Just using a dead man's phone." Sam says.

       "Moose. Took you long enough. Your brother and I were beginning to wonder if you'd hit another dog. You know?" Crowley asks.

        "My brother is dead, Crowley. I know you have some freaking demon parading around in his meatsuit, and trust me, you are gonna pay for that." Sam says. "And I also know that you've got Elena under some kind of spell."

       "Moose. Moose. I'm afraid you haven't allowed yourself to dream quite big enough here." Crowley says. "Your brother is very much alive, courtesy of the mark. And the only demonized soul inside of Dean is his and his alone." He says. "Wee bit more twisted, a little more mangled beyond human recognition, but, I can assure you, all his. There, now. Feel better?"

        "And the, uh, Abaddon supporters you've been sending to kill my brother, how does Dean feel about that double-cross?" Sam asks.

       "If that's what you think is happening, then you're more out of your depths than I thought." Crowley says.

        "I don't know how you did this, what kind of... Black-magic stunt you pulled, but hear me—I will save my brother or die trying.

       "You know what tickles me about all this? It's what's really eating you up." Crowley says. "You don't care that he's a demon. Heck, you've been a demon. We've all been demons. No, it's that he's with me and he's having the time of his life. You can't stand the fact that he's mine."

       "He's not your pet." Sam says.

       "My pet? He's my best friend, my partner in crime. They'll write songs about us, graphic novels. "The Misadventures of Growley and Squirrel." Dean Winchester completes me, and that's what makes you lose your chickens."

       "I am going to find you, I am going to save my brother, and then I'm going to kill you dead." Sam says.

       "Well, that's the operative phrase, isn't it? "Find you." good luck with that." Crowley says. He hangs up the phone and Sam looks at his. Sam then lays the phone next to his own on the hood of the car. His phone has traced the call and it reveals they are at The Black Spur in North Dakota.

CAMPSITE
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        Castiel and Hannah pull up to a camping site. They get out and find Daniel fishing in the river. "Daniel. What are you fishing for?" Castiel asks.

       "Trout, mostly. They do love a good curlytail grub." Daniel says. "Trick is to find that special spot just outside the run, where the big ones—the smart ones—are holding low."

        "Do they—do they put up much of a fight?" Castiel asks.

       "The ones who truly want to be free? They do. You're here about our brother who died." Daniel says.

       "Does that surprise you?"

       "I can assure you...Had he just left us alone, no one would've been harmed." Says Daniel.

       "His orders were to not leave you alone. And you killed him." Hannah says.

        "And heaven sends two more. What is it about us angels that we can't seem to get the message?" Daniel asks.

        "Perhaps it is you who has failed to get the message? All of us serve at heaven's command."

        "I suppose. But that was before the fall, wasn't it?" Asks Daniel.

        "You are an angel, once and forever." She says.

       "Dropped unwillingly...Unknowingly...Into a strange land, a land that, as it turns out, celebrates the free, the individual. For the first time in thousands of years, I have choices. And with each choice... I begin to discover who I really am."

      "This is nonsense." Hannah says.

       "Because they don't teach you this in heaven? Perhaps they should." Daniel says. "Then you would understand why it's worth fighting for."

       Hannah draws her angel blade. "He's taunting us." She says.

      "And then what? We kill him?"

       "Or he kills us? There are orders." She says.

      "And there is time." Castiel says.

      "To hear more of this?"

       "To convince him to do the right thing. Besides, Hannah, we still don't even know where the other one is --the woman." Castiel says.

        "You'll have to stay for sunset. Nighttime around here is a revelation." Daniel says.

BAR
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        Dean is sitting at the bar with Crowley. "You sent those demons to kill me?" Dean asks.

       "To keep you sharp."

      "Really?" Dean asks.

      "If it wasn't for me throwing demon chum your way, what do you think would've happened?" Crowley asks. "The mark needs to be sated. Otherwise—"

        "Otherwise, I turn into a demon. Yeah, yeah. I sort of got that six weeks ago."

      "Just trying to help." Crowley says.

      "You lied." Dean says.

      "Who do you think you're talking to here? Does the tin man have a sheet-metal Willy? Of course I lied."

       Dean gets up. "Okay." He says.

       "Hey. Sit down. Sit." Crowley says and Dean just stares at him. "I needed to keep you sharp for our future, about which we need to talk."

       "Our future?" Dean asks.

       "Our professional future. How to put this?" Crowley asks. "If I have to spend one more night in this fetid petri dish of broken dreams and B.O., I will cut off my own face."

       Dean sits back down. "I don't know what you're talking about. 'Cause I'm good. Hell, I'm great." He says.

       "Really? How many suicide wings can you eat? How many one-hit wonders can you karaoke to death?" Crowley asks.

       "Okay, see, the deal was we howl at the moon—no time stamp, no expiration date." Dean says.

       "We've howled. We've bayed. We've done extraordinary things to triplets, all of which have been massively entertaining." Crowley says. "I will treasure our Flickr albums forever. But now it's time for us to accept what we are and go back to work."

      Dean rolls his eyes as Elena hops on a seat next to him. "Pass." He says.

       "Think of it—the king of hell, Dean Winchester by his side. Together we rule. Together we create the perfect hell." Crowley says. "And all of this that's bloomed between us never ends. We're not ending the party. We're just moving the party. Out with the club circuit, in with the stadium tour. Oh. Did I forget to mention I spoke to moose earlier?"

      "What?" Elena asks.

      "Yes. Uh, apparently, he's been tracking us for some time now. He got my text from the cell of that demon that you stabbed in blah, blah, blah." Crowley says. "It was—words were spoken—emotions. I realize, in retrospect, perhaps too many words, too many emotions."

       "He traced the call." Dean says.

       "My bad. I guess he'll be here by morning—the latest." Crowley says.

       "You sold me out. Well, that's just lovely." Dean says.

       "I don't know what's going on with you. I truly don't. But I've had just about enough of it. Sold you out?" Crowley asks. "Try "doing you a favor." everything I've done for you for the past six months—the mark, the First Blade, midwifing you back to life, giving you Elena, offering you a seat by my side—has been a favor, a gift, whether you see it or you don't. Take the night. Decide. You know where to find me."