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1978

STREET
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      Sam, Elena and Dean are in the middle of the street. They look around and a car horn honks: the car comes to a stop inches from them. "Get out of the street!" He yells. Sam, Elena and Dean head for the sidewalk and another car nearly runs them over.

      They get to safety between two parked cars, Sam waving awkwardly at the second moving car. "Did we make it?" Sam asks.

      Dean points at one of the cars, then scans the area. "Unless they're bringing Pintos back into production, I, uh, I'd say yes." Dean spots Castiel collapsed against the nearest car, his nose bleeding. Elena sees him too.

      "Cas?" She asks. They hurry over to him.

       "Hey." Dean says as Castiel tries to stand.

      "Hey, hey, hey." Sam says.

       "Take it easy. Take it easy. Are you all right?" Dean asks.

       "I'm fine. I'm much better than I expected." Castiel says. Sam and Dean try to help Castiel up, but he spits blood and passes out.

      "Cas?" Sam puts his hand in front of Castiel's mouth. "He's breathing. Sort of. What do we do?"

PRAIRIE COURT MOTEL
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      Sam rips a page from a phone book at a pay phone. Dean comes out of the motel. Two people pass, one with a large mustache. "I mean, the mustaches alone..." Sam starts.

      "So I paid for Cas for five nights up in the, uh, honeymoon suite. I told the manager, 'Do not disturb no matter what.' You know what he said to me? 'Yeah. Don't sweat it. Want to buy some dope?'" Dean says and Sam snorts. "Dope. We ought to stick around here, buy some stock in Microsoft."

      "Yeah, we might have to if Cas doesn't recover. Is he all right?" Elena asks.

      "What do I look like-Dr. Angel, Medicine Woman? He'll wake up. He's, you know, tough for a little nerdy dude with wings."

       "If he landed like that, hopefully, so did Anna. Should buy us some time." Sam says.

       "So, did you find 'em?" Dean asks.

       "Yeah. Uh, the Winchesters. Four-eight-five Robintree." Sam holds up the torn phone-book page.

      "Let's go pop in on the folks." Dean says.

485 ROBINTREE
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      A blue car pulls up across the street from the Impala. Sam, Elena and Dean get out and cross the street to the house the Impala is parked in front of. "Sam. Sam. Wait, wait, wait, wait." Dean says and Sam stops. Dean catches up.

       "Dean, Anna could be here any second." Sam says.

       "What exactly are we gonna march up there and tell 'em?" Asks Dean.

       "Uh, the truth."

       "What, that their sons are back from the future to save them from an angel? Gone Terminator?" Dean asks. "Come on. Those movies haven't even come out yet."

       "Well, then tell her demons are after 'em. I mean, she thinks you're a hunter, right?" Sam asks.

       "Yeah, a hunter who disappeared right when her dad died. She's gonna love me." Dean thinks for a moment. "Just follow my lead." Dean heads past Sam to the house.

        Mary turns away from the silverware drawer and sets forks and knives at each place at the kitchen table while John gets a beer out of the fridge. "How was work?" She asks.

        "It was, uh, great." John sets down the beer and reaches for one of the rolls on the table.

       Mary grabs his wrist. "Ah! Not until you wash up." She says.

       "I love when you get bossy." John pulls her in for a kiss, then goes off. Mary smiles after him. The doorbell rings.

PORCH
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      Mary answers the door. It's Dean, Elena and Sam. "Hi, Mary." Dean says.

       "You can't be here." Mary says.

       "I'm sorry if this is a bad time." Elena says.

       "You don't understand. I'm not-" Mary looks at Sam, who is staring at her. "I don't do that anymore. I have a normal life now. You have to go." Mary moves to close the door.

       Dean holds an arm out to stop her. "I'm sorry, but this is important, okay?" He says. John clears his throat and swings the door open wider.

       "Sorry, sweetie, they're just..."

       "Mary's cousins." Dean says and Mary smiles awkwardly. "Yeah, we couldn't stop through town without swinging by and saying 'hey', now, could we?" Dean holds out a hand for John to shake. "Dean."

       "You look familiar." John says.

       "Really? Yeah, you do, too, actually, you know? We must have met sometime. Small towns, right? Got to love 'em." Says Dean.

       "I'm John." John holds his hand out for Sam to shake. Sam stares a moment, then takes it.

       "This is Sam and Elena." Says Dean.

       "Elena. Sam. Uh, Mary's father was a Sam." John says and Sam smiles and nods.

       "Uh, it's a-it's a family name." Dean says. Sam hasn't let go of John.

      "You okay, pal? You look a little spooked." John says.

       Sam drops John's hand. "Oh. Oh, yeah. Just a...long trip." He says.

      "Yeah." Elena says.

      "Well, Sam, Elena and Dean were just on their way out." Mary says.

       "What? They just got here. Real happy to meet folks from Mary's side. Please come on in for a beer." John says.

       "Twist my arm." Dean says and Mary glares at him.

LIVING ROOM
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      Sam can't stop staring at Mary, who is visibly uncomfortable. "Are you sure you're okay, Sam?" John asks.

      "W-oh. Yeah, yeah. Um, I'm just, um-You are so beautiful." Sam says and John leans forward.

      "He means that in a-a non-weird, wholesome, family kind of a way." Elena says.

       "Yeah, right."

      "We haven't seen Mary in-in quite some time, and-See, she's the spitting image of our mom. I mean, it's-it's-" Dean starts.

      "Eerie." Sam finishes.

       "So, how are you guys related?" John asks.

       "You know, uh, distantly." Dean says.

       "Oh. So you knew Mary's parents?" John asks.

       "Yeah. Yeah, yeah. Mary's dad was, uh, pretty much like a grandpa to us." Dean says.

       "Oh. That was tragic-that heart attack." John reaches over to take Mary's hand.

       "Yes, it was." Elena says.

        "So, uh, what are you guys doing in town, anyway?" John asks.

        "Uh, business, you know."

       "Oh, yeah? What line of work?" John says. Sam and Dean speak simultaneously.

       "Plumbing."

       "Scrap metal."

       Mary stands up. "Oh, gosh. It's almost seven. I hate to be rude, but I got to get dinner ready." She says.

       "Maybe they could stay." John says.

       "I'm sure they have to leave." Mary says. The phone rings.

       "Uh, look, please stay. You know, it would mean a lot to me. I haven't met much of Mary's side of the family." John gets up and goes to answer the phone.

HALLWAY
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       John speaks on the phone. "Look, Mr. Woodson, I'm begging you to reconsider." He says.

       "I'd like to, John. You're a great mechanic. But times ain't exactly rosy."

       "E-even just part time. I really need this job." Says John.

STREET
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       Pan up along a phone cord; the speaker is on a payphone. "All right, look. Come on in right now, let's talk. Maybe we can figure something out." It's Anna, speaking in Mr. Woodson's voice.

       "You serious?" Asks John.

       "I'll see you in ten minutes. Don't keep me waiting."

LIVING ROOM
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       "You have to leave. Now." Mary says.

       "Okay, just listen-" Dean starts.

       "No, you listen. Last time I saw you, a demon killed my parents. Now you waltz in here like you're family?" Mary says. "Whatever you want-no. Leave me alone."

       "You and John are in danger."

       "What are you talking about?" Mary asks

       "Something's coming for you." Elena says.

       "Demon?" Mary asks.

       "Not exactly." Dean says.

       "Well, what, then?"

       "It's kind of hard to explain, okay? It's-it's-" Elena starts.

       "An angel." Sam says.

        Mary laughs. "What? There's no such thing." She says.

        "I wish. But they're twice as strong as demons. And bigger dicks." Dean says.

       "Why would an angel want to kill us?" Asks Mary.

       "It's a long story, and we'll tell you the whole thing, but right now, you've got to trust us, and we got to go." Dean says. "Look at my face and tell me if I'm lying to you."

        "Okay. Where do we go?" Mary asks.

        "Out of here. We got to move now, though." Elena says.

        "Okay. But what do I tell John?" Asks Mary.

        "Just tell him-"!Dean looks around. "John?" He leads the way into the hallway, where Mary notices a note by the phone: Back in 15 -J Mary takes down the notepad and turns to look at Dean.

GARAGE
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       John walks through the garage, which is dark and otherwise empty of people. "Mr. Woodson? You still here?" He asks. John turns on a light and sees Mr. Woodson lying on the ground face down. John turns him over and sees that his eyes have been burnt out. John backs away and turns around: Anna is right behind him.

      Anna grabs him and flings him across the room into a tall shelf, which falls over. Anna watches John get up. Her vision doubles and blurs. She blinks. John hits her with a crowbar. She sprawls across the floor, then a moment later is standing, and she flings John over a car. Anna turns around: Dean is there with an angel-killing sword.

       Anna grabs Dean's wrist and neck. Dean tries to pry Anna's hand off his neck. "I wish I could say it's good to see you, Anna." Dean says.

       "You too, Dean." Anna sends Dean flying out a window. Mary picks up the dropped angel-killing sword, twirls it to a better grip, and advances. John looks up and sees Mary fighting like an expert. Mary slashes at Anna and cuts Anna's hand. Anna ducks, Mary takes another swing, and Anna vanishes. Mary looks around; Anna appears behind her. Mary strikes and Anna catches her.

      "I'm sorry." Anna flings Mary into a windshield. Mary crawls over the car, away from Anna, as Anna advances slowly. Mary slides off the car, stumbles to a bench, grabs a crowbar, turns around, and drives it into Anna's chest. Nothing happens. Mary stares as Anna pulls out the bloody crowbar and drops it. "Sorry. It's not that easy to kill an angel."

      "No." Sam is standing with a bloody palm next to an angel-banishing sigil. "But you can distract 'em." Sam presses his palm to the sigil, which burns as Anna vanishes, this time more permanently. Mary catches her breath, then sees John staring at her.

STREET
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      The Impala drives. John is at the wheel, Sam behind him, Mary shotgun, and Dean in the back. "Monsters. Monsters?" John asks.

        "Yes." Mary says.

       "Monsters are real." Says John.

       "I'm sorry, I didn't know how-" Mary starts.

       "And you fight them? All of you?"

       "Yeah." Elena says.

       "How long?" John asks.

       "All my life. John, just try to understand-" Mary starts.

       "She didn't exactly have a choice-" Dean starts.

       "Shut up, all of you! Look, not another word, or so help me, I will turn this car around!" John yells. Silence falls.

       "Wow. Awkward family road trip." Dean says.

      "No kidding." Says Sam.

CAMPBELL HOUSE
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      The Impala pulls up to a normal-looking house. Mary leads the way inside, flipping on a lightswitch as she passes it. The place is very ill-maintained. "Place has been in the family for years." Mary flips up a round carpet, revealing: "Devil's trap. Pure iron fixtures, of course." She  turns on another lightswitch. "Um, there should be salt and holy water in the pantry, knives, guns."

      "All that stuff will do is piss it off." Sam says.

        "So, what will kill it? Or slow it down, at least?" Mary asks.

       "Not much." Elena says.

       Mary laughs. "Great." She says.

       "He said not much, not nothing. We packed." Dean thumps the duffel bag down on the table and rummages in it. "If we put this up and she comes close-" Dean shows Mary a paper with the angel-banishing sigil. "-we beam her right off the starship."

       "Mm." Mary says.

        "This is holy oil." Elena says.

        "It's kind of like a, like a devil's trap for angels. Come on. I'll show you how it works." Sam leaves. Mary looks at John, then follows.

       "Hey, what's the deal with the thing on the paper?" John asks.

       "It's a sigil. That means-" Dean starts.

        "I don't care what it means. Where does it go?"

       "On a wall or a door." Dean says.

        "How big should I make it?" Asks John.

        "John-"

        "What? Y'all might have treated me like a fool, but I am not useless. I can draw a damn-" John picks up the paper from next to a large knife. "-whatever it is-a sigil."

        "Why don't you go help Sam out? Okay? 'Cause this has got to be done in...it's got to be done in human blood." Dean says.

       John picks up the knife, unsheathes it, and slices his left palm open. "So, how big?" He asks.

       "I'll show you." Dean laughs a bit.

        "What?" John asks.

        "All of a sudden, you...you really remind me of my dad." Dean leaves.