( SAM + MEG = ? )

WAREHOUSE
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      Dean and Possessed-Sam stalk each other through a dim, crowded warehouse, each with a handgun. During the following they never see each other directly, instead hiding stealthily behind piles and boxes and shouting at each other.

      "So who are you?" Dean asks.

      "I got lots of names."

      "You've been in Sam since he disappeared, haven't you?" Dean asks.

      "You should have seen your face when you thought he murdered that guy. Pathetic."

      "Why didn't you kill me? You had a dozen chances."

      "No, that would have been too easy. Where's the fun in that? See, this was a test. Wanted to see if I could push you far enough to waste Sam. Should have known you wouldn't have the sac. Anyway. Fun's over now." Sam says.

      "Well, I hope you got your kicks. Because you're gonna pay hell for this, I'm gonna make sure of that." Dean says.

      "How? You can't hurt me. Not without hurting your little brother. See, I think you're gonna die, Dean. You and every other hunter I can find. One look as Sam's dewey, sensitive eyes? They'll let me right in their door." Possessed-Sam leads Dean outside, to an open-air dock.

     Once he's out in the open, looking around, Sam steps out, takes aim, and shoots Dean, hitting him in the shoulder. Dean collapses into the water with a splash; Sam stalks to the edge and peers over where Dean fell; he smiles.

      Jo and Elena are walking quickly through the docks. A flashlight in Elena's hand and her cell phone in the other; she's calling Dean, and his voicemail picks up.

      This is Dean. Leave a message.

      Elena hangs up the phone with a sighs and continues searching. "We're never gonna find him." Jo says.

      Moments later Elena calls again, and this time hears Dean's ringtone coming from below her, by the water. She runs down to where he is lying unconscious at the bottom of a ramp.

      "Dean! Dean!" Elena yells as he wakes with a groan. "Take it easy.

      Dean shudders and groans in pain. "Where's Sam?" He asks.

     "I don't know, I've been looking for you. Come on, get up." She helps him to stand, and he leans on her heavily, clutching his shoulder, as they walk back to the bar.

BAR
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      Dean is seated at a table, gripping the edge with his right hand as Jo digs the bullet out of his left shoulder. He's groaning loudly. "Don't be a baby!" Jo yells.

      "God!" Dean yells.

      "Almost. All right, got it. Got it." She drops the bloodstained bullet in a glass of clear alcohol.

      Dean takes a few healthy swigs from a bottle of whiskey. "God, you're a butcher." He says.

      "You're welcome." Jo says sarcastically.

      "All right, are we done?"

      "Would you give me two minutes to patch you up? You can't help Sam if you're bleeding to death." Jo continues layering gauze and tape over the wound.

      Elena walks up to Dean with a glass of water in her hand. "So, how did you know? That he was possessed?" She asks.

      "Uh, I didn't, I just knew that it couldn't have been him." Dean says.

      "Hey, Dean."

      "Yeah?"

      "I know demons lie, but do they ever tell the truth too?" Jo asks.

      "Uh, um, yeah, sometimes, I guess. Especially if they know it'll mess with your head. Why do you ask?" Dean asks.

      "Nothing. Doesn't matter. So do you have any idea where he's headed to next?"

      "Well, so far he's been going after the nearest hunter, so...closest one I know lives in South Dakota." Dean says.

      "Okay good, I'm done. Let's go." Jo says.

      "Yeah. You're not coming."

      "The hell I'm not. I'm a part of this now." Jo says.

      "I can't say it more plain than this. You try to follow me and I'll tie you right back to that post and leave you here. This is my fight. I'm not getting your blood on my hands. That's just how it's gonna be." Dean says and begins walking away.

      "Wait." Jo says and he turns back, and she hands out a prescription pill bottle. "Here. Take these, they'll help with the pain."

      "Thanks. I'll call you later, okay?"

      Jo waits until Elena and Dean are gone. "No you won't."

      It's raining as Dean drives down a dark stretch of road; he dials a number on his cell. Elsewhere, a phone rings several times, until Sam's hands come into frame and cut the phone line running outside the house. Dean looks at his phone and sighs.

      "Damnit."

      At a house, Sam walks slowly up the steps to the house and knocks on the door. It's opened to reveal Bobby. "Sam!" He grins.

      "Hey, Bobby." Sam says.

      "It's been a while." Bobby says and Sam grins sheepishly. "Well, come on in."

      Sam enters slowly, glancing at the ceiling, and Bobby shuts the door behind him. They walk together into Bobby's study, which is dimly lit and covered wall to wall with stacks of books and papers. "So what brings you?" Bobby asks.

      "Working a job nearby, and thought I'd stop in and say hey." Sam says.

      "Well, where's Dean?"

      Sam laughs. "Holed up somewhere with a girl and a twelve pack." Bobby goes into the back room; Sam, left alone, eyes the ceiling again.

      "Oh yeah? She pretty?" Bobby asks from the kitchen.

      Sam's eyes cloud over black for a moment. "You ask me, he's in way over his head."

      Bobby returns with a beer in each hand and he hands one to Sam. "Well, it's good to see you." Bobby says and raises his bottle. To John."

      "To Dad." They toast and swig the beer, Sam turning to look up at the ceiling again.

      As he swallows the beer he chokes suddenly, falling to his hands and knees and hiss-coughing painfully. Bobby sips his beer, unconcerned. "What'd you do?!" Sam yells.

      "A little holy water in the beer. Sam never would have noticed. But then, you're not Sam are you. Don't try to con a con man." Bobby slams his fist into Sam's face, knocking him out.

      Later, Sam-demon is tied to a chair, before a fire and under the very Same protective circle used in "Devil's Trap" on Meg-demon.

      Dean smacks him in the face to wake him. "Hey." Sam looks up, sees the painted Devil's Trap.

      "Dean, back from the dead. Getting to be a regular thing for you, isn't it? Like a cockroach." Sam says.

      "How about I smack that smartass right out of your mouth?" Dean asks.

      "Oh, careful, now. Wouldn't want to bruise this fine packaging."

      "Oh don't worry, this isn't gonna hurt Sam much." Dean turns to pick up a bucket. "You, on the other hand..." Dean tosses a bucketful of holy water on Sam-demon, who sizzles and screams. "Feel like talking now?"

      "Sam's still my meat puppet. I'll make him bite off his tongue." It says.

      "No, you won't be in him long enough. Lena." Elena appears out of the shadows and Sam smiles.

      "Well if it isn't the little warrior princess." He says. "You know you're not as scary as everyone pipes you up to be."

     "What are you talking about?" Elena asks.

      Sam laughs. "After all this time, you still don't know."

      Elena shakes her head and ignores him, then reads. "ExorciSamus te, omnes in mundus spiritus omnes satanica potestas, omnes incursio..."

      Dean begins talking over Elena. "See, whatever bitch-boy master plan you demons are cooking up? You're not getting Sam. You understand me? Because I'm gonna kill every one of you first."

      Sam-demon struggles painfully, then throws back his head and cackles. Elena cuts off in surprise. "You really think that's what this is about? The master plan? I don't give a rat's ass about the master plan."

      "Humiliares sub potente magnu dei..." Elena starts.

      "Oops. Doesn't seem to be working. See, I learned a few new tricks." Sam lowers his head and begins growling Latin. "Spiritus in mundus un glorum suarum umitite palatum iram domine ..."

      The fire behind him flares and the room shakes as he continues. "This isn't going like I pictured! What's going on, Bobby?" Dean asks.

      Bobby sees the burn mark on Sam's forearm. "It's a binding link! It's like a lock! He's locked himself inside Sam's body!"

      "What the hell do we do?" Elena asks.

      "I don't know!" Bobby yells.

      Sam throws back his head and screams; the shaking walls and ceilings begin to crack, breaking the protective circle.

      Sam-demon's eyes are black as he lowers his head. "There. That's better." He jerks his head left; Bobby goes flying. He jerks his head right and Dean and Elena go flying, landing heavily against the far wall.

      The holy water flask falls from Dean's hand. Sam rips free of the restraints and stalks over to Dean. "You know when people want to describe the worse possible thing? They say it's like hell."

      Sam pushes Elena away and kneels in front of Dean, fisting his left hand in Dean's shirt and clocking him hard with a right jab. Dean grabs onto Sam's shirt with his right hand.

      "You know there's a reason for that. Hell is like, um," Sam hits Dean again. "Well, it's like hell. Even for demons."

      Sam him again; Dean is groggy and bleeding heavily from his nose. "It's a prison, made of bone and flesh and blood and fear." He hits him again; then grabs Dean's head, holding it steady. "And you sent me back there."

      "Meg." Dean says.

      "No. Not anymore. Now I'm Sam." Meg/Sam hits him one last time; then digs his right thumb into Dean's bullet wound. "By the way. I saw your Dad there - he says "howdy"."

      Sam digs in further; Dean tries to pull Sam's hand away, groaning in pain. "All that I had to hold onto was that I would climb out one day, and that I was going to torture you, nice and slow. Like pulling the wings off an insect."

      He shoves Dean's grasping hand away. "But whatever I do to you, it's nothing compared to what you'll do to yourself, is it? I can see it in your eyes, Dean. You're worthless. You couldn't save your Dad, and deep down you know that you can't save your brother. They'd have been better off without you."

      Sam rears back to hit Dean again; suddenly Bobby is there, grabbing Sam's arm. He presses a hot poker into the mark on Sam's arm; he screams in pain, then again as black demon smoke billows out of him and up the chimney.

      Sam falls back, scrabbling and looking around in confusion, then grabs his arm in sudden pain. Dean pulls himself up painfully. "Sammy?"

      "Did I miss anything?" Sam asks and Dean rears back and right-hooks Sam in the cheek, then rolls his eyes and collapses. Sam grabs his cheek in confusion.

      Sam is sitting behind Bobby's table with an icepack on his arm, Dean is on the other side of the table groggily holding an icebag to his face. "By the way, you really look like crap, Dean." Sam says.

      "Yeah, right back atcha." Dean says.

      Bobby walks in slowly, looking concerned. "What is it, Bobby?" Elena asks as she checks both boys' ice packs.

      "You guys ever hear of a hunter named Steve Wandell?" Bobby asks.

      "Why do you ask?" Dean asks.

      "Just heard from a friend. Wandell's dead. Murdered in his own house. You wouldn't know anything about that." Bobby says.

      "No sir, never heard of the guy." Dean says.

      "Dean." Elena says.

      "Good. Keep it that way. Wandell's buddies are looking for someone or something to string up, and they're not going to slow down to listen to reason. You understand what I'm saying?" Bobby asks.

      "We'd better hit the road. If, uh, you can remember where we parked the car." Dean says.

      "Here. Take these." Bobby hands Sam and Dean a small metal charm and Elena a necklace.

      "What are they?" Elena asks.

      "Charms. They'll fend off possession. That demon's still out there; this'll stop it from getting back up in you." Bobby says.

      "That sounds vaguely dirty, but uh, thanks." Dean says.

      "You're welcome. Now you be careful now."

      "You too." Sam says. At the door, Dean tosses the icebag back to Bobby.

ROAD
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      Dean is driving down a dark stretch of highway; over the following scene, REO Speedwagon's "Back on the Road Again" plays. Elena sleeps in the back.

      Sam is frowning quietly, and Dean glances over in concern. "You okay? Sam? Is that you in there?" Dean asks.

      "I was awake for some of it, Dean. I watched myself kill Wandell with my own two hands; I saw the light go out in his eyes." Sam says.

      "That must have been awful." Dean says.

      "That's not my point. I almost carved up Jo too. But no matter what I did, you wouldn't shoot." Sam says.

      "It was the right move, Sam, it wasn't you." Dean says.

      "Yeah, this time. What about next time?" Sam asks.

      "Sam, when Dad told me that I might have to kill you, it was only if I couldn't save you. Now, if it's the last thing I do I'm going to save you." Dean say.

      After a pause, Dean laughs softly. "What?" Sam asks.

      "Nothing."

      "Dean, what?"

      "Dude, you, you like, full-on had a girl inside you for like a whole week." Dean laughs. "That's pretty naughty." Sam's frown cracks, and he laughs with Dean.