( TOM AND FRAYED )

BUILDING
[ ☼ ]

       Samandiriel is bound to a chair in a room with symbols painted on the windows. His face and his Weiner Hut uniform are covered with blood, and a metal pick protrudes from his forehead. We hear footsteps.

       He grimaces as he expels the pick from his forehead using his angel powers. "Naomi. Naomi, Crowley has me." He says.

        The door opens and a Demon wearing a white doctor's coat and a bow tie enters. He walks up behind Samandiriel and leans down over him.

         "Ah, ah, ah. Been on angel radio, have we?"

       "No, uh..." Samandiriel starts.

       "Don't lie to me, Alfie." The Demon moves to stand in front of him.

       "I'm not lying. Please, I wouldn't lie to you."

       "Oh, Alfie, after all these weeks together. I mean, how – how I wish that were so." He picks up the metal pick from the floor. "Now we're going to have to turn off that signal... again."

        "No. No! No!" Samandiriel screams as the Demon pushes the pick back into his forehead.

SUPERNATURAL

KERMIT, TEXAS

MOTEL ROOM
[ ☾]

      We see a close-up of the door of Room 118. Sam is sitting on a couch drinking a bottle of beer. He opens the door and sees Dean. Sam partly closes the door, looking angry, then opens it fully again.

        Dean walks past him into the room and hugs Elena before turning back to his brother. "Who did you expect?" He asks.

       "Long drive." Sam says.

        "Well, I wouldn't have had to make it if you hadn't have hung up on me."

        "Yeah, well, I heard all I needed to hear." Says Sam.

       "No, you heard what you wanted to hear. I told you Benny wasn't killing." Dean says. "Hell, I watched him end the fangbanger that was."

        "How about Martin? How did he end that?" Sam asks.

      "Stupid – just like I said it would. Crazy son of a bitch didn't give Benny a choice. It was self-defense." Dean says.

      "Seriously, Dean? That's the story you're going with? That the vampire was the real victim here?" Sam asks.

      "Hey, like it or not, that's the truth, okay?" Dean asks. "There was a time when that actually meant something."

        "Yeah, yeah. No kidding." Says Sam.

        "What does that mean?" Dean asks.

        "You think this is just about Benny?" Sam asks.

        "What the hell are you talking about?"

       "What the hell do you think I'm talking about?" Asks Sam.

       "Amelia? Oh, come on, man. I sent you that text 'cause I needed you to – to –" Dean starts.

       "You needed me to what? To tear ass to Texas?" Sam asks. "To be afraid that what happened to Jessica, what happened to... everybody that we care about might have happened to her?"

       "Look, I know what you mean. I'd drop everything to save Elena." Dean says. "You were gonna kill Benny. What was I supposed to do?"

       "Is that what we are? You save a vampire by making me believe that the woman I love might be dead?"

       "What do you want to hear, Sam? That I was wrong? Fine. I was wrong. Okay?" Dean asks. "But if you'd have just heard me out, if you'd have trusted me, all of this could have been avoided."

        "You didn't want me to trust you. You wanted me to trust Benny, and I can't do that." Sam says.

      "Right. Okay, well, then, what the hell do we do now?" Asks Dean.

        "That depends. It depends on you. On whether or not you're done with him."

      "Well, honestly, I don't know." Dean says as he and Sam look at each other for a long moment. "Glad I made the drive." He walks past Sam and out of the room.

PLAYGROUND
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      Children play on the playground equipment. A Woman sits on a bench, holding a crying baby. "Shh. Shh. Shh. Shh." She says as Castiel appears.

      "She's been crying for two days." Castiel says and The Woman nods. "The doctors missed something. It's called an inguinal hernia – very hard to detect." He touches the baby on the forehead and the crying stops. There is the sound of wings and Castiel disappears as the Woman is leaning over the baby.

OFFICE IN HEAVEN
[ TIME UNKNOWN ]

       "Castiel, we have a situation. Samandiriel has been captured." Naomi says.

       "I thought Samandiriel was dead." Castiel says.

       "He's been missing, and now we know – Crowley has him." She says.

        "Where?" Castiel asks.

        "His distress call cut out before I could pinpoint his exact location, but you will find him and you will bring him home." Naomi says.

       "Crowley will have warded against angels this time." Castiel says. "I'll need help getting in."

        "Take whatever you need. But you will be certain, Castiel, it was your idea to rescue Samandiriel, not mine, not Heaven's. Do you understand?"

RUFUS' CABIN
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      Dean and Elena are asleep on the couch, holding a bottle of beer and snoring. Castiel is standing in front of the couch. Dean opens his eyes and jumps, spilling his beer. In the process, making Elena fall in the floor.

       "Damn it, Cas!" Dean yells as he picks his girlfriend up. "How many times I got to tell you – it's just creepy!"

      "Dean, I need your help. The angel Samandiriel..." Castiel starts.

      "Sam–" Dean starts.

      "He's been taken." Castiel says.

      "You mean Alfie, the wiener-on-a-stick kid?" Dean asks.

      "Yes. I, uh – I heard his distress call this morning."

      "On what, angel radio? I thought you shut that down." Elena says.

      "Well, my penance, it's going well, and I thought it was time to turn it back on." Castiel says. "I've, uh... been helping people, Dean."

      "Well, good for you. All right. So, who snatched Heaven's most adorable angel?" Dean says.

      "Crowley."

      "We're listening." Dean says.

      "Samandiriel is being held in the general vicinity of Hastings, Nebraska." Castiel says.

      "The general vicinity? That's all you got?" Elena asks.

        "Yes, which is why I need your help. It seems this is gonna involve... talking to people." Castiel says.

        "Come on, Cas, I thought you were a hunter now." Dean says.

        "Well... I thought so, too, but... It seems I – I lack a certain –"

        "Skill?" Dean opens his laptop and there is a loud gonging noise from the website on the screen, "Busty Asian Beauties." He quickly closes the laptop again.

        "Dean..." Elena says as crosses her arms.

        "You saw nothing." Dean opens the laptop again and the gonging sound plays again. He holds up a hand to cover the screen as he minimizes the browser. "All right. What am I looking for?"

        "Well, when you torture an angel, it screams..." Castiel says. Dean types "Nebraska News, Hastings" into a search engine. "...and that kind of pain, it creates a ripple effect of strange incidents. Where's Sam?"

        "Sam's gone. It's all right. We'll, uh, find Alfie ourselves." Dean says. The headline on the "Lincoln Globe" website on the laptop reads "Tornados, Strong Winds Cause Damage Across Nebraska."

MOTEL ROOM
[ ☼ ]

        A nature program plays on a small, old television. Sam sits on the couch holding the TV remote.

        "This charming little dung beetle makes his living upon the sands of Egypt. Here, billions of tiny particles, the remnants of ancient seas..."

        There is a knock on the door.

      "...are pushed ever higher by the relentless winds of the Sahara. This is where the dung beetle makes its living. The ancient Egyptians..."

         Sam opens the door.

         "Look, last night at the bar, I just wanted to make sure it was you. You know..." Amelia enters the room. "...peeping in my window."

        "Peeping. You make it sound so, uh..." Sam says.

       "Stalker-ish?"

     "Therefore, the scarab..."

        Sam turns off the television. "Um..." He starts.

       "So that girl at the bar..." Amelia starts.

       "Was just a friend." Sam says. "But I did date her once upon a time."

       "Anyway, I ran out because he was leaving. He travels a lot since he's been back." Amelia says.

       "Right, n-no, I – I get it. You had someplace..." Sam starts.

        "I had to be, yeah. Are we gonna have a whole conversation with me finishing your sentences? So, why are you here?"

        "It's not what it looks like. I – I thought you were in trouble – that you had – It doesn't matter. You're okay." Sam says.

        "I was okay. You know, settled in... content. But here you are. What am I supposed to do with that?" Asks Amelia.

        "Give me five seconds, and I'll be gone. I didn't come here to make trouble for you. I – I came because..."

        "You cared?" She walks closer to Sam. "See that? I just did it again – finished your sentence."

        "Yeah, I care." Sam says.

       "I care, too." Amelia says as they kiss.

BUILDING
[ ☼ ]

        Samandiriel is still bound to the chair. The Demon in the white coat is adjusting a metal contraption on Samandiriel's head. "I told you it was an accident." Says Samandiriel.

        "Yes, of course. But now there shall be no more accidents, no more angel radio." The Demon says.

        "Stop this, please. It's been..."

       "...weeks, yes. We're almost there, though. I'm certain of it."

       "I'm begging you!" Samandiriel yells.

       "When we demons possess a human, we invade all of them, their – uh – their muscles, their bones, their brains. I can't help but wonder if it isn't the same for angels." It says.

       "No."

        The Demon screws the metal pick into the contraption on Samandiriel's head. Samandiriel screams. A glass beaker of what appears to be blood shatters. The Demon smiles and continues to screw in the pick. He screams again. He then seems to go into a trance as a tear runs from his eye.

       "Vah-teh-kah-rah. Vah-teh-kah-rah." A Man wearing a suit and carrying a briefcase walks down the street. "Vah-teh-kah-rah." The Man pauses. "Sal-voch-tay."

        The Man looks at a bush in the front yard of a house. The scene alternates between the Man outside and Samandiriel in the Demon's torture room.

         "Vah-teh-kah-rah. Sal-voch-tay. Sal-voch-tay. Sal-voch-tay." The Man leans down to investigate the bush. It bursts into flames and he steps back in surprise. "Sal-voch-tay!"

       Huge flames rise from the bush, sending the Man flying backwards into a fence. He falls to the ground and lies unmoving in a flower bed, his face and hands burned.

GENEVA, NEBRASKA

HOSPITAL
[ ☼ ]

       The Man who was burned by the flames from the bush lies in a hospital bed. His face is badly burned and partly bandaged. Dean knocks on the frame of the open door, and he, Elena and Castiel enter. Dean is wearing a "Press" ID badge.

         "Mr. Hinckley? Hi. Uh, we're from the, uh, Geneva Gazette. I wanted to ask you a few questions about your ambush." Dean laughs briefly.

        "Yeah, well... I'd laugh, too, if it didn't feel like the sun just ate my face." Hinckley says.

       "It's a metaphor." Castiel says.

       "Sorry. Uh, now, in the police report, it said that the, uh – the bush, it talked to you, yeah?" Dean asks.

        "Yeah, I know it sounds crazy, but, yeah."

       "And what did it say?" Asks Elena.

       "No clue. Sounded like Klingon to me." Hinckley says.

       "Gonna need exact words." Says Dean.

        "Are you serious?"

       "That's his serious face, yes." Castiel says.

        "As much as you can remember, Mr. Hinckley." Dean says.

       "Sounded something like... sol-voch. Yeah. Sol-voch-tay."