( A LITTLE SLICE OF KEVIN )

RANDY RACCOON
PRE-SCHOOL
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       Children play in a playground. A Boy finger-paints at an outdoor table. "It's finger painting, Aaron, not body painting. Let's get you cleaned up." The Young Woman walks with the Boy to an outdoor toilet block and holds the door of the boys' room open for him. "There you go."

       The Young Woman's eyes change to black as she looks around before following the Boy inside and closing the door. Bright light shines around the door frame and dark clouds appear in the sky. Strong wind blows through the playground. The bright light behind the door of the boys' room goes out and the door partly opens and then closes again. Children scream and run for cover.

       The door of the boys' room partly opens and then closes again. A twister appears in the playground and fierce wind knocks over easels and chairs. The door of the boys' room blows open. No one is inside.

SUPERNATURAL

FOREST ROAD
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       The Animals' "We Gotta Get Out of This Place" plays. The Impala drives down the road. Dean is driving while eating a bag of potato chips and Elena laughs by his side.

       A man in a trenchcoat is walking along the road. As Dean overtakes the man, we see that it is Castiel, who has a beard and is wearing pajamas underneath the trenchcoat.

       "Is that—" Elena starts.

       Dean turns around to look at Castiel and brakes. He looks in the rear vision mirror as he stops the car, then reverses down the road. He leaves the car running on the road next to a sign for the Twin Pines Resort, gets out and looks around. There is no sign of Castiel.

CABIN
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       Sam is using the laptop and drinking a beer. "Hey." He says.

      "Hey." Dean and Elena stand in the middle of the room, Dean holding a six-pack and a paper bag.

       "You look like you've s– well, I was gonna say, 'You look like you've seen a ghost,' but you'd probably be stoked. Uh, you okay?" Sam asks.

     Dean looks somewhat uncertain and looks at Elena. "Yeah, I'm cool. What's up?" He asks.

       "Well, this kid went missing from a preschool." Sam says.

       "That sucks. And?"

       "And at the Same time he vanished, a surprise tornado hit, lasted maybe 20 seconds, then, uh... shazam!" Sam yells. "Back to perfect weather."

       "Hmm. And they pooh-pooh climate change."

       Sam chuckles. "Yeah." He says as Dean puts the beer into the fridge. "Well, similar wackiness has happened over the past few weeks in other places – uh, Tulsa, a bus driver vanishes and a river gets overrun with frogs. New Mexico – a mailman disappears, the earth splits open."

       "All right. So, uh, you thinking demons?" Elena asks as she and Dean walk over to stand next to Sam and looks at the laptop.

       "Yeah, possibly, but... I mean, this stuff was major." Sam says. The laptop screen shows articles about missing persons. "These folks have nothing in common – no religious affiliations, different hometowns, all ages. Why would demons want them?"

       "Why do demons want anything?" Dean slaps Sam lightly on the shoulder. "Uh, so, we on this?"

       "Yep."

WAREHOUSE/FACTORY
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       Screams come from behind a closed door. Crowley is torturing Samandiriel with an angel-killing knife. "What do you want?! I've given you all the names." He says.

      "No. No. No. And no. That's not what I want to hear." Crowley cuts Samandiriel again and he screams. "This hurts you more than it hurts me, so I can go on forever. Which, in your case, forever means... well, forever."

    "When the angels find out what you're doing..." Samandiriel starts.

       "They'll be what – put out? I'm quaking, really. The power grid is so whacked out in Heaven, they don't even know you're not there. So, on the count of thee... one, two..." Crowley plunges the knife into Samandiriel, who screams.

       "What happened to three?"

       "I lied. I do that. Just give me the other names." Says Crowley.

       "There are no other names! The next generation isn't born yet."

       "Truth?" Asks Crowley.

       "Truth." Samandiriel says.

       "Well, I suppose there's no reason to keep torturing you, then." Crowley plunges the knife into Samandiriel again. "Sorry. Once you get going, it's really hard to stop." He puts down the knife and takes off the apron he is wearing. He turns to a Demon standing next to the door. "Keep him on ice. We've only just scratched the surface with this one."

       Meanwhile, Aaron, the boy who was finger-painting in the playground, runs away as Crowley enters the room. "I hope the ruckus down the hall wasn't too off-putting." Crowley walks to an octagonal table, around which six people are sitting, and sets a stone tablet on the table. "Construction standards aren't what they were during the Inquisition." The six people are silent. "I see. No niceties. All right, then. I suppose you're wondering why I convened this motley group."

ABANDONED BAR
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       Kevin enters. Water pours down on him from above, breaking a salt line. "Mom! You've got to stop drowning me in holy water every time I go out!" He yells. Mrs Tran stands up from behind the bar. She is holding a cord and he fixes the salt line. "I'm not possessed!"

       "Not yet. Not now. They got to me, remember?" Mrs. Tran says.

       "We've got hex bags that make us invisible to demons. We've got demon traps painted everywhere! I've got a sigil tattooed on my arm! If we just keep moving, we'll be fine!" Kevin puts a plastic bag down on the counter.

      "What, and keep living in rat-infested hovels and running from cursed creatures? This is no life!"

      "It's my life. I'm the one dragging the prophet load." Says Kevin. "I'm sorry I pulled you into it."

       "Don't be sorry. Be ready. We've got to stop running and start taking a stand." She unpacks food from the plastic bag.

      "Okay, you know that's crazy."

      "No, it's not! Not if we have the bomb you used on Crowley's demons." Says Mrs Tran.

      "The thing I made had ingredients from all over the world. All right? Demons had to get the stuff."

       "That's why I went to an expert." She says.

      "What? Who?" Asks Kevin.

      "I hired a witch."

      "A witch?" He asks.

      "Off of Craigslist. Her name is Delta Mendota, and she is a smart cookie. She's scrappy, reliable, and she's willing to kill." Mrs. Tran says. "Look, I'm your mother, and I did this for you."

     "What makes you think you can trust her?"

      "I don't. That's why I didn't give her the exact quantities or tell her how to blend them. She's in the dark." She says.

       "You told her we were making demon bombs!" Yells Kevin.

       "Yeah, and that got her super motivated. Oh! Time for Delta to check in."

       "Oh, my God." Kevin says. Mrs Tran opens a laptop. A message says "Connecting to Delta Mendota..."

       Delta appears on the screen. "Hi, Mrs. Tran. Is that your son? Hi, Kevin." She says.

       "Hi, Delta. Bring us up to speed. You've got all the stuff?"

       "Almost. I don't suppose you'd tell me the recipe for these bombs?" Delta asks.

       "You know the rules. Casual encounters. That means no questions asked." Mrs Tran says.

       "No, Mom, that's another part of Craigslist." Kevin says. "How long have you been a witch?"

       "A full witch? Since the band broke up."

       "You were in a band?" Kevin asks.

       "Look, guys. I take my witch business real serious. I'm on it, and it's gonna be wicked awesome. Okay?" Delta asks and Mrs Tran smiles brightly.

HOUSE
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       Sam, Elena and Dean in their FBI suits walk up the steps to the front door. Sam knocks. The Young Woman from the playground appears in the entryway. Sam holds up his FBI badge so she can see it through the glass pane in the door. The Young Woman opens the door, but doesn't undo the chain.

       "Mrs. Hagar? Agents Roth, Pearson and Malloy." Dean says. "We want to speak to you about Aaron Webber's abduction."

       "Like I told the police, one minute I was taking Aaron to get cleaned up, and the next minute... I woke up in a park three blocks away." Hagar says.

      "And you have no memory of what happened?" Elena asks.

      "No. He was just gone."

      "Can you think any reason why somebody would want to harm him?Um, any enemies?" Dean asks.

      "Enemies? He's five."

       Sam speaks quietly into his phone. "Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus..." He starts.

       "Excuse me?"

       "It's, uh, code for your own safety so that you can't reveal anything under enhanced interrogation." Dean says. "Now, when you woke up on the floor, were there any signs of struggle?"

      "No."

      "Smell like sulfur?" Sam asks.

      "How did you know that?" Asks Hagar.

       "Lucky guess. Thanks for your time." Sam says as Mrs Hagar closes the door and he, Elena and Dean walk down the steps.

       "No reaction to the exorcism." Dean says.

       "Yeah, not possessed at the moment." Sam says. "But I'm willing to bet a demon got ahold of Aaron Webber."

MOTEL ROOM
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       Sam is asleep in bed and so is Elena in a separate bed. Dean is sitting on the other bed next to her, reading articles about the missing persons on the laptop. Lightning flashes. Dean looks up to see Castiel standing at the window.

MOTEL ROOM
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       Dean closes the laptop and walks to the window. No one is there. Sam wakes. "Dean? What's going on? Are you all right?" Sam throws back the covers and sits on the edge of the bed.

       "I don't know." Dean says. "I just saw something."

       "Uh, you saw what?" Sam stands up and walks over to Dean.

      "Cas."

      "Cas? Where?" Sam asks.

      "Right there. And – and – and earlier, on the road. I feel like I'm seeing him." Dean says.

       "That's... not possible. I mean, you said it yourself." Sam says. "You made it out and he didn't, right?"

      "I tried so damn hard to get us the hell out of there." Dean turns away from the window and walks a few steps away.

      "I know you did."

       Dean speaks with his back to Sam. "You know, I could have pulled him out. I just don't understand why he didn't try harder." He says.

       "Dean." Sam walks over to Dean, who turns to face him. "You did everything you could."

      "Yeah, but why do I feel like crap?" Dean asks.

       "Survivor's guilt?"

       "Hmm." He says.

       "If you let it, this is gonna keep messing with you. You got to walk past it." Sam claps Dean on the shoulder and walks to the bathroom.

FLASHBACK

PURGATORY
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       Benny, Dean and Castiel are walking through the forest. "We're getting close." Benny says.

      "Really? I don't see crap." Dean says. "I mean, what the hell is this escape hatch supposed to look like?"

      "He doesn't know."

      "Hey, you just drug me into the fire. Please tell me you know." Dean says.

      "It's here. They promised." Benny says.

       "Oh, they? Well, that's comforting." Dean says.

      "Well, even if it does exist..."

      "Broken record, Cas." Benny says.

      "Dean, it's a human portal. There's still no proof that an angel can pass –" Castiel starts.

       "Stow it, Cas. You're coming. That's final." Dean says.

       "I'm just saying..." Cas puts a hand on Dean's shoulder. Dean stops and looks at him. "...if it doesn't work... thank you for everything."

      "Save the Hallmark. Okay? It's gonna work. Nobody gets left behind." Dean walks off and Castiel follows him.

END FLASHBACK

MOTEL ROOM
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        Dean is still standing where he was prior to the flashback. We see a close-up of his face.