( THE DEALERS )

CASSITY BARN
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"You bed down in here. Breakfast is at 5:00, dinner is at 8:00, and in between, you're mine. Questions?" Ellie asks.

"I miss my room." Dean says.

"We're good." Sam says.

"Okay. Job is yours if you want it. But I better warn you–it's crap work."

Later, Dean is shoveling manure. A horse whinnies. "Crap–she literally meant crap." He grunts and dumps shovel of manure into a wheelbarrel. Dean walks over to a horse with its head hanging out of the stall. "I hate you."

"I don't care." A Woman says. "Do I look like a hippie?" We see Ellie and the Woman at the barn's entrance having a heated discussion.

"Organic food is better for the cattle." Ellie says.

"My land, my animals, my money, my way–end of story." The Woman says and Ellie sighs.

"She's a real piece of work, huh?" Dean asks.

"Alice Cassity's a piece of something, all right?" Ellie says. "But what are we gonna do? She's the boss."

"Drink?" Dean offers and Ellie walks away.

"So, what are we thinking?" Sam asks.

"What, dealwise? Well, Ellie's the help, so that rules her out." Dean says.

"And Carl doesn't really seem like the sell-your-soul type. So, Alice?" Sam asks.

"Ding-ding-ding."

"Should we talk to her?" Asks Sam.

"Why? So she can lie to us and then call the cops? No." Dean says. "No, we're gonna have to go stalker on this one, Sammy."

CASSITY PATIO
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Carl and Alice are sitting outside having dinner. Holding hands, drinking wine. "The whole horse?" Carl asks.

"Oh, yes." Alice says.

"Seriously?"

"Yes." Alice says and they both laugh. "What does she–" An animal howls in distance and a horse whinnies.

"Just a wolf." Carl says.

"Yeah. Probably spooked the hell out of the horses." Alice says. "I should check on them."

"Well, all right." Carl chuckles. "Hurry back."

"Okay." Alice says.

We hear insects chirping. Sam and Dean watch close by, then walk back inside the house. Alice is walking towards barn, a horse winnies, an animal howls in the distance. Another horse neighs.

Meanwhile, Carl is eating. He hears an animal growling close by. We see  a Hellhound's POV. It attacks Carl and he tumbles backwards in his chair. "No!" There's a spray of blood as Carl dies.

CASSITY HOUSE
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"God almighty." A Sheriff is kneeling by Carl's sheet-covered body. Ellie, Dean, and Sam are standing there.

"I'm sorry, Ellie. Carl seemed like a good guy." Dean says.

"The best."

"You say his head was practically ripped off?" Sam asks.

"And you are?" The Sheriff asks.

"Just curious." Says Sam.

"He's new. He works here." Ellie says.

"Carl died bad–let's leave it at that. They've been reintroducing wolves 'round these parts, but I never thought..."

"This wasn't a wolf. I got to make some phone calls." Ellie says. "The whole family's flying in for this."

"All the Cassitys under one roof. Good luck."

"Oh, son of a bitch." Dean says.

"So, what do you think?" Sam asks.

"I think Carl signed the deal, and now he's dog food." Dean says. "Hellhound's gone, and we were too busy chasing a pile of Jack to stop it. Let's grab our stuff and get out of here."

CASSITY BARN
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Sam walks into the barn. Alice is brushing a horse, thunder rumbles. "You okay, Mrs. Cassity?" Sam asks.

"Fine."

"You sure?" Asks Sam.

"I really am. And... I know I shouldn't be because I loved Carl... I think. I just can't remember why."

"What do you mean?" Sam looks confused. 

"I mean...Carl grew up around here. We went to school together, and he was always mooning over me." Alice says. "But I never–I used to make fun of him."

"When did you two get together?" Sam asks.

"Valentine's Day, 2003. I was at this party. Carl was there, and it was like I was seeing him for the first time." She says. "You know, suddenly he was cute and smart and funny. It was magic. Carl and I were happy for 10 years. Now he's dead, and I'm not sad or angry. I'm just...fine."

CASSITY RANCH-HAND BEDROOM
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Dean, packing, zips his bag closed. Sam enters. "Hey, we, uh, we have any graveyard dirt?" Asks Dean.

"We should. Why?" Sam asks.

"Yarrow?"

"Yeah. No. Dean, no. We're not summoning a crossroads demon." Sam says.

"Plan 'A' bombed, so welcome to plan 'B'–we get some red-eyed bitch in a trap, then we hold a knife on her until she calls us in a pooch–special delivery."

"Yeah, except when Crowley finds out we're dialing up hell, he won't send one Hellhound–he'll send a hundred." Sam says. "That's not a plan, Dean–that's suicide."

"Well, you got a better idea?" Dena asks.

"Yeah, we stay here. I just talked to Alice in the barn." Sam says. "Carl didn't sell his soul for oil–he sold it for Alice."

"His wife?" Dean asks.

"He loved her, she barely noticed him, so he made a deal. And now that time's up, it's like she barely even knew the guy."

"You think our demon signed up more than one schmuck while he was in town?" Asks Dean.

"Wouldn't be the first time." Sam says as thunder rumbles. "Look, Dean, this family's rich because someone booked a one-way ticket downstairs. And as of tomorrow, they're all gonna be right here."

"And you want to scope 'em out?" Dean asks.

"I want to kill a Hellhound and not die. How 'bout you?" Sam asks.

"Two days–then we do it my way." Dean unzips his bag.

CASSITY DRIVEWAY
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An SUV pulls up and parks.bAn older man with gray hair exits the vehicle wearing cowboy boots, nice trowsers and jacket, bolo shoestring tie, and cowboy hat. Ellie, Sam, and Dean are standing watching as Alice greets the man.

"Meet Noah Cassity. He's 71, worth a billion, and just married wife number 5, a 20-year-old lingerie model." Ellie says.

"Cause they have so much in common?" Dean asks.

"Alice is his oldest, and that's Cindy, the middle girl." Ellie says as Cindy gets out of SUV. She's wearing a minidress and a short white fur jacket. She greets Alice with a peck on the cheek. "She had a single on the country chart a few years ago. Then she started hitting the bottle, and, well... Her last album was a bunch of holiday songs for dogs. My favorites were 'Jingle Bark Rock' and 'Don't Pee on this Tree' Happy Arbor Day."

"So she's the devil." Dean says.

"Pretty much." Ellie says. We hear a door close. A younger woman gets out of the SUV. She's wearing a sweater and tan pants. "And there's the baby–Margot. She ran away just before Alice and Carl tied the knot, lives in Paris."

"How do you know all this?" Sam asks.

"I've been working on this farm since I was 13, and I've got eyes." Ellie says. "Okay, tonight is an all-hands-on-deck situation. I'm gonna need one of you inside, serving dinner and pouring drinks–a lot of drinks."

"Okay. Well, have fun." Dean pats Sam on the arm. "I won't wait up."

"And somebody's gonna man the grill." Ellie says.

"What kind of grill?"

CASSITY PATIO
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Dean, wearing an apron, is manning the grill, flips steak. Ellie comes up. "Impressed?" He asks.

"I do like a man who can handle his meat." She says and he smirks.

CASSITY DINING ROOM
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Sam, shirt sleeves rolled up, pours wine into Cindy's glass. The Cassity's are seated at the table. Everyone has large glasses of red and plates loaded with food. Margot is pushing food around on her plate.

"Really? Keep it coming, Ken doll." Cindy says as Sam drains rest of bottle into her glass, but there's not much left in the bottle. She gives an annoyed wave of the hand.

"You're the best, Ellie." Noah winks at Ellie as she takes his plate away.

"Al, I'm so sorry about Carl. I mean, he was the love of your life." Margot says.

"Right." Alice says.

"Please, she can do better." Noah says.

"Maybe Alice should marry a child–take after her father." Says Cindy.

"Ivanka's not a child."

"Right. She's a prostitute who looks like a child." Cindy says.

"Are you done? Alice is in mourning." Margot says.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Margie. I didn't see you there–you're too far up on your high horse." Cindy laughs and Sam takes her plate away. "Oh, yes, but you are right–we should all take a minute and say a few words about Carl. You first." She leans towards Margot. "Was he a good lay?"

"What?" Asks Alice.

"Oh, you didn't know? Yeah, daddy caught 'em going at it in the barn." Cindy says.

"Al, it was before you two got together. I mean, Carl–he loved you."

"Yeah, that was back when Margie was fat and Cin was sober, a long time ago." Noah says.

"Get cancer and die, old man." Cindy says.

"You first, sweetie."

CASSITY DINING AREA
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"Are they always like this?" Sam asks Ellie.

"More or less." She says.

"How can you work here?" Sam opens a bottle of wine.

"I love the property, I love the animals, and I tune out the people."

"Well, I can't remember the last time we all sat down and had a meal together." Alice says.

"It was back at the old, crappy house, when daddy invited that traveling salesman to dinner." Cindy says.

"Oh, him."

"He was so charming." Says Alice.

"Yeah, English."

"What was his name–Kenny?" Noah says.

"Crow–"

Sam enters carrying a bottle of wine as the three Cassity sisters try to sound through the name. We see him realize who they're remembering.

"Crowl–" They says in unison. "Crowley?"

"hmm..." Sam says.

OUTSIDE
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"Crowley?" Dean asks.

"That's what they said. Apparently, he swung through town 10 years ago, to the day." Sam says.

"So, what–do you think tea and crumpets made these deals and now he's collecting?"

"Or he just sent his dog–told it to go fetch. Dude's king of hell." Sam says. "Grabbing a few souls–that's got to be below his pay grade."

"I guess. Any idea who signed the dotted line?" Dean asks.

"I have no clue. It's brutal in there."

Dean's cellphone rings. "Hey, Kev, what's up?" He puts his phone on speaker.

"Hey, Dean, good news, uh, I think... kind of." Kevin says.

"Don't oversell it."

"Sorry. Um, I found something on the tablet, uh, about Hellhounds." Kevin says. "Uh, this mean anything to you –'the dire creatures may be seen only by the damned or through an object scorched with holy fire'?"

"Like with holy oil?" Sam asks.

"It's got to be. We could use a window." Dean says.

"Or glasses." Kevin says.

"I think we've still got some Jesus juice left in the trunk." Dean says. "All right, I'll take care of the, uh, the X-ray specs. You stay here. Do not let J.R. and the gang out of your sight, all right?"

"Right." Sam leans into Dean's phone. "Hey, Kevin, uh, you did great, man. Get some sleep."

Kevin smiles. "Okay. Tha–" Dean closes his phone. They walk away. Kevin reaches for the green bottle of pills.

TOOLSHED
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Dean searches through containers of tools, paint supplies, toolshelves, finds two pairs of glasses. He holds one pair up to the light.

CASSITY DINING ROOM
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Sam is removing plates from the table. Cindy, wine glass in hand, and Alice are sitting there. "Oh, look." Cindy says. We can see through the window that Noah and Margot are armed and are walking outside. "Daddy's drunk and armed. Must be Christmas." Sam looks, then runs out of the dining room.

Sam, now wearing his coat, runs after them. "Hey! Hey, hey, hey! Where are you going?" He asks.

"Wherever I damn well please. The wolf that killed my son-in-law–he's a man-eater, got to be put down." Noah says.

"Doing this for Carl."

"Okay, just–just hold on a second." Sam says.

"No, going now." Says Noah.

"I'll come with you." Sam says.

Noah stops and turns around to face Sam. "You know anything about hunting, boy?" He asks.

"A little bit, yeah." Sam says as Noah nods his head towards Margot. She hands her rifle to Sam.

"Let's do it." Noah says and Sam exhales.

BARN
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Dean, holding the ancient jar with holy oil, pours some oil onto the floor, lights a match, passes a pair of glasses through the fire, does the same with the second pair.

He puts on a pair, looks around, the view has changed and is muted, like looking through celophane. He sees Ellie walking towards the barn and stamps out the fire. She looks at him.

"I like it..." She says. Dean takes the glass off and puts them in his pocket. "...the whole Clark Kent look."

"Ellie, hey." Dean says.

"Hey. So..." She gets close and puts her hand on Dean's chest. "think you're really hot. You want to go to my room and have sex?"

"What?" Dean asks.

"I–sorry. I don't usually do this. I guess I'm feeling my oats."

"I can't." Says Dean.

"What? Okay. Uh, embarrassing."

"I'm kind of in a committed relationship." Dean says. "Probably should've said something earlier."

"No, it's okay–you don't. I guess I'm gonna..." She has a rueful look on her face as she walks away. Dean watches as we hear footsteps retreating.

WOODS
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Noah, Margot, and Sam are walking through the woods, we hear thunder, all three holding their guns out, but pointed towards the ground. We get a quick shot of the Hellhound's POV as it follows them.

Scene switches back to Noah in the lead, Margot slightly behind and to the side, and Sam behind them both. Sam hears a branch snap. He turns towards the sound, rifle up. The others keep going. Sam is now stalking through the woods alone. A rifle is cocked, the barrel shoved in front of Sam's face. He gasps, grabs the rifle barrel and shoves it down.

"Watch yourself, boy. Where's Margie?" Noah asks.

"I thought she was with you." Sam says. They hear Margot scream and run toward the sound. The Hellhound is barking and snarling, Margot is on the ground, still screaming.

Sam and Noah run into the small clearing, there's a quick view from ground-level, close by her head. The Hellhound is tearing into Margot. Sam fires his rifle at the Hellhound, hitting it, blood spirts, the hound yelps in pain.

"Oh, my God! No!" Yells Noah.

"Go back to the house." Sam grabs Noah, forcing him away from her. "Go! Move!"

"No!" Noah yells.