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COLD OAK, SOUTH DAKOTA

UNKNOWN LOCATION
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      Lily is walking in the woods, trying to find a way out, when she suddenly hears the little girl giggling. She continues walking, trying to ignore it.

      Meanwhile, Sam is searching one of the abandoned houses. He finds a knife and picks it up. He turns back to Ava, who is massaging her head. "Hey, you all right?" Sam asks.

      "Yeah, I'm just...I don't know, a little dizzy." She says.

      "Are you sure it's not some kind of-" Sam starts.

      "What? Some kind of freaky vision thing? No, more like I'd kill for a sandwich. I haven't eaten since...well, who knows? No, don't worry. I'm fine. Except for every single thing that's happening." Ava says.

      "You guys! I found something!" Andy yells. Sam and Ava join the two men. Andy is holding up two bags. "Salt!"

      "That's great, Andy. Now, we all can...where's Lily?" Sam asks.

      "Lily?" Ava asks.

      "Lily!" Sam yells.

      They suddenly hear the little girl giggling nearby. The four of them walk outside. At the top of a water tower, Lily is hanging from a noose, dead.

      "Oh, my God! Okay, that's officially—Sam, she's dead! She's dead! You said we were chosen for a reason. That is not chosen! That's killed! Okay, we have to get out of here." Ava says.

      "Stop." Sam says.

      "Yeah, I second that notion." Andy says.

      "Not sure that's an option." Jake says.

      "What?" Ava asks.

      "Lily was trying to leave. The demon's not gonna let us get away that easy. We've gotta gear up for the next attack." Sam says.

      "Oh, gear up?" Ava asks.

      "Yeah."

      "Okay, well, I'm not a soldier. I can't do that!" She yells.

      "Well, if you wanna stay alive, you're gonna have to. Let's go.

      "I'll get her down." Jake says.

      "You know, I was just thinking about how much Dean would help right now. I'd give my arm for a working phone." Sam says.

      Andy realizes something. "You know, you may not need one. I've never tried it long-distance before, but do you have anything of Dean's on you? Like, something he touched?"

      Sam searches his pockets. "Uh...I've got a receipt. Would that work?" He asks.

      "Yeah." Andy looks at the signature on the receipt. "D. Hasselhoff?"

      "Yeah, that's Dean's signature." Sam says. "It's hard to explain."

      "All right."

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      "This is..." Bobby trails off.

      "What the hell did Ash know? We've got no way of knowing where Ellen is. Or if she's even alive. We've got no clue what Ash was gonna tell us. Now, how the hell are we gonna find Sam?" Dean asks.

      "We'll find him." Bobby says.

      Suddenly, Dean clutches his head in pain. "Dean?" Elena asks. Dean groans and doubles over. He sees an image of the Cold Oak bell very quickly.

      "What was that?" Bobby asks.

      "I don't know. A headache?" Dean asks.

      "You get headaches like that a lot?" Bobby asks.

      "No. Must be the stress." Dean chuckles. "I could have sworn I saw something."

      "What do you mean? Like a vision? Like what Sam gets?" Elena asks.

      "What? No!"

      "I'm just saying." Elena says.

      "Come on, I'm not some psychic." Dean says.

      Suddenly, the vision comes back. Dean falls against the car in pain. He sees another image, this time of Sam. "Dean? Dean! Are you with me?" Bobby asks.

      "Yeah, I think so. I saw Sam. I saw him, Bobby." Dean says.

      "It was a vision." Elena says.

      "Yeah. I don't know how, but yeah. Whew. That was about as fun as getting kicked in the jewels." Dean says.

      "What else did you see?" Bobby asks.

      "Uh... there was a bell."

      "What kind of bell?" Bobby asks.

      "Like a big bell with some kind of engraving on it, I don't know." Dean says.

      "Engraving?"

      "Yeah." Dean says.

      "Was it a tree? Like, an oak tree?" Bobby asks.

      "Yeah, exactly."

      "I know where Sam is." Bobby says.

COLD OAK, SOUTH DAKOTA

ABANDONED TOWN
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      Jake and Sam are in a barn, trying to break some of the iron bars off one of the machines. Jake, however, grabs one of the bars and rips it off with his bare hands. Sam stares at him, stunned. "I'm not Superman or anything. It's no big deal." Jake says.

      "You were in Afghanistan when this started?" Sam asks.

      "Yeah, I started getting headaches. And then there was this accident. This guy flipped his vehicle on a bad road. He got pinned underneath. I lifted it off him like it was nothing. Everybody said it was a fluke adrenaline thing." Jake says.

      "But then you did it again, right?"

      "Bench-pressed 800 pounds, stone-cold calm. I never told anybody, of course. It was just too crazy." Jake says.

      "Yeah. Crazy's relative." Sam says.

      "I'm starting to get that."

      "Yeah." Sam says.

      "By the way, I appreciate what you're doing here." Says Jake.

      "What am I doing?"

      "Keeping calm. Keeping them calm. Especially considering how freaked to hell you really are. I've been in some deep crap before myself. I know the look." Jake says.

      Sam pauses. "You wanna know the truth? I've got this brother, right? And he's always telling me how he's gonna watch out for me, how everything's gonna be okay. You know, kind of like I've been telling them." He says.

      "Yeah?"

     "I don't know if I believe it this time. I mean, the size of what's coming-it's bigger than anyone has ever seen. I mean, it's gonna get bad. And I don't know if—" Sam starts.

      "If we're gonna make it? It doesn't matter if we believe it. Only matters that they do." Jake says.

      Sam and Ava are in one of the houses, lining the doors and windows with salt. "My horoscope said I shouldn't have gotten out of bed." Ava says. "How you doing? Holding up?"

     "I'm okay. What about you?" Sam asks.

      "Not so okay. Why us, Sam? What did we do to deserve this?" She asks.

      "Just lucky, I guess." Sam says.

     "If it wasn't for bad luck, we'd have no luck at all. I just can't wait for this all to be over so I can just pretend it never happened. I just wanna curl up with Brady and watch bad TV." Ava notices Sam shift uncomfortably. "What is it? Sam...do you know something that I don't?"

      "Look, Ava...I'm sorry. I wish I didn't have to tell you this." Sam says.

      "Tell me what?"

      "When the demon broke into your house to take you...your fiancée didn't make it. I'm sorry." Sam says.

      "No, that's...no!" Sam holds her while she sobs.

      That night, the entire group is sitting in one room, silent. Sam is struggling to stay awake, closing his eyes every so often. Suddenly, in the corner of the room, he sees the Yellow-Eyes Demon.

      "Jake! Behind you!" Sam yells and Jake doesn't hear him.

      "Howdy, Sam." YED says.

      "I'm dreaming." Sam says.

      "What do you say you and I take a little walk?" He leads Sam outside. "You're awfully quiet, Sam. You're not mad at me, are you?"

      "I'm gonna tear you to shreds, I swear to—" Sam starts.

      The YED chuckles. "When you wake up, tiger, you give it your best shot." He says.

      "Where's my brother? Where's Elena?" Sam asks.

      "Quit worrying about them. I'd worry more about yourself."

      "Why? You gonna kill me?" Sam asks.

      "I'm trying to help you. That's why we're talking. You're the one I'm rooting for." YED says.

      "What's that supposed to mean?" Sam asks.

      "Welcome to the Miss America pageant. Why do you think you're here? This is a competition. Only one of you crazy kids is gonna make it out of here alive." He says.

      "I thought we were supposed to be—" Sam starts.

      "Soldiers in a coming war? That's true. You are. But here's the thing: I don't need soldiers. I need soldier. I just need the one." It says.

      "Why?"

      "Well, I couldn't just come out and say that, could I, Sam? I had to let everyone think they had a fighting chance. But what I need is a leader." YED says.

      "To lead who?"

      "Oh, I've already got my army. Or I will soon, anyway."

      Sam frowns. "You son of a bitch." He sneers.

      "Honestly, I'm surprised you hadn't guessed. I mean, why do you think so many children flamed out already? Max Miller and Andy's brother, what's-his-name-they weren't strong enough. I'm looking for the best and brightest of your generation." YED says.

      "My generation?" Sam asks.

      "Well, there's other generations, but let's just worry about yours. That's why I'm here, Sam. I wanna give you the inside track. You're tough. You're smart. You're well-trained, thanks to your daddy. Sam-Sammy-you're my favorite."