( BATHED IN BLOOD )

CASSITY LIVING ROOM
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Noah, Cindy, and Alice are sitting there, all look upset. We hear a door close as Dean and Sam enter. "What was that thing?" Noah asks.

"It was a Hellhound. See, when you sell your soul to a demon, they're the ones that come and rip it out of you." Dean says.

"Demon?" Alice asks.

"Crowley. Poncey guy, about yea big, mountain of dicks. We know he was here 10 years ago, making dreams come true." Dean says. "Now, if you didn't sign, great. That freak out there won't touch you. But if you did, I need to know, and I need to know now. So, hands up."

"So, wait. T-the British guy was a demon, and now there's a Hellhound after us?" Noah asks. "A-are you insane?"

"They're obviously insane." Cindy says.

"Don't play dumb." Sam says.

"Yeah. I'm not playing. I didn't sell my damn soul."

"Well, somebody did, and the sooner that idiot owns up, the sooner the rest of you can go." Dean says as Cindy and Alice look around. "All right, seal 'em in."

"Yeah." Sam says.

"What?!" Alice yells.

"Look, I'm gonna spread goofer dust around the doors, the windows." Sam says. "That will keep the Hellhound out... for a while."

"What is that—how long?" Noah asks.

"Long enough for me to stab it in its throat." Dena says.

Noah sighs. "No way. No way. You can't do this. You can't—" He starts.

"Yes, I can. You want to know why? Because it's what I do. And, buddy, I'm the best." Dean says. "See, I gut old yeller out there, and maybe—just maybe—you walk away. I don't—you're meat. So, sit down." He points his gun at Noah. "...shut up... And put these on." He holds up a pair of handcuffs.

FLOOR
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We see Dean's hand pouring a line of goofer dust, then Sam's hands as he handcuffs everyone else. "I don't...Who are you people?" Alice asks.

"We're here to help." Sam says.

"Like you helped Margie?" Noah asks.

"When the Hellhound gets close, you might start seeing things, hearing things." Sam says. "It's gonna feel like you took the brown acid, and it's trying to kill you. The handcuffs are so you won't hurt yourselves."

"And when one of you starts bugging out, we'll know who's on tap to be puppy chow." Dean walks away.

Dean spreads goofer dust. Sam comes up behind him. "So...what's our play?" Asks Sam.

"Well, you camp here, figure out who whored their soul. I'm gonna go scout the grounds–see if I can't gank Huckleberry Hound before he makes his next move." Dean says.

"Wait, you're not going alone, Dean. I'm gonna come with you." Sam says.

"Wrong."

"Uh, they're on lockdown, and you need backup." Says Sam.

"No, I don't."

"Yes, you do." Sam says.

"No, I need you to be safe, Sam, okay? That's what I need." Dean says.

"What? What am I–when are we ever safe?" Sam asks.

"This is different."

"How?" Sam asks.

"Because of the three trials crap–God's little obstacle course. We've been down roads like this before, man–with Yellow-Eyes, Lucifer, Dick friggin' Roman." Dean says. "We both know where this ends–one of us dies...Or worse."

"So, what–you just up and decided it's gonna be you?" Sam asks. "What about Elena."

"I'm a grunt, Sam. You're not. You've always been the brains of this operation." Dean says.

"Dean—" Sam starts.

"And you told me yourself that you see a way out. You see a light at the end of this ugly-ass tunnel. I don't." Dean says. "But I tell you what I do know–it's that I'm gonna die with a gun in my hand. 'Cause that's what I have waiting for me–that's all I have waiting for me. I want you to get out. I want you to have a life—become a man of Letters, whatever. You, with a wife and kids and–and–and grandkids, living till you're fat and bald and chugging Viagra–that is my perfect ending, and it's the only one that I'm gonna get. So I'm gonna do these trials. I'm gonna do them alone–end of story. You're staying here. I'm going out there. If landshark comes knocking, you call me. If you try to follow me, I'm gonna put a bullet in your damn leg." He walks away, we hear a door open.

CASSITY YARD
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Dean is walking outside, he pulls the glasses from his pocket and puts them on, looks around. Now the view is through the holy-oiled glasses. It's dark, foggy, water appears to sparkle from the trees, tree branches glowing.

Back to normal view with Dean still wearing the glasses. He hears music and walks towards the closed barn door.

CASSITY BARN
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We're inside the barn, the door is slid open by Dean. Music is louder, but still heard distantly, "I Touch Myself," by The Divinyls. He slides the barn door closed, takes the glasses off and stows them in his pocket.

CASSITY LIVING ROOM
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Sam, wearing his holy-oiled glasses, is looking outside while the Cassity's bicker. "You sold your soul. Admit it." Cindy says.

"Why the hell would you think that?" Noah asks.

"Cause you're a walking corpse, and you're married to a centerfold." Cindy says. "I did the math."

"She likes money, and I'm rich. Do it again. You sing like crap, so explain the music career." Noah says.

"Hello–auto-tune!"

"All right. That's enough." Sam says.

"Oh, is it, four-eyes? Is it enough?" She asks.

"I don't know why you even think one of us made a deal." Noah says.

"Because you struck oil where there was no any oil. That didn't seem weird to you?" Sam asks.

"Margie. Margie used to say that–that if we were rich, we'd all be happy."

Noah scoffs. "Right. We're the damn Waltons." He says.

CASSITY BARN
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Dean in the barn, walks towards the music. We hear the music distorted by Ellie's closed door. He enters her room. Ellie is dancing to the music, drinking from a bottle of beer, wearing a lacy camisole. Dean turns off stereoplayer. The music stops. She turns around.

"Just in time." She says.

"Ellie, are you okay?" Dean asks.

"I'm good. And I bet you're great." She leans in for a kiss, but Dean stops her.

"Okay. Listen... Okay, whatever happens, whatever you hear, you need to stay in here with that door locked." Dean says. "Sit tight, okay? This is gonna sound crazy, but there is something evil out there."

"I know." Ellie says.

"You know?" Dean asks.

"It's coming for me."

CASSITY LIVING ROOM
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Alice is agitatedly struggling with the handcuffs. "I need to take a leak." Noah says.

"Hold it." Sam says.

"Yeah, at my age? Not really an option, so either you let me go or get me a bottle."

"Ugh. You're disgusting." Cindy says. Sam moves to look out the window. Still wearing the glasses he sees the outline of the Hellhound. We hear it growling. Alice gets out of the handcuffs and runs out the door. Sam turns around to see the door closing.

"Wait!" Sam yells. Alice is running towards the car, she's gasping. We get a quick shot of the Hellhound's POV, it's growling. She gets to the car when Sam arrives.

"No! No, no, please. Just let me go, please. Please." Alice says as Sam grabs her and propels her back to the house. She's crying. "No! Please, don't hurt my family."

"I'm not. I'm trying to help you." Sam says. We hear growling, barking. They stop for a moment. We see the Hellhound through the holy-oiled glasses. "Get in the house."

"What? What?" Asks Alice.

"Go!" Sam yells.

"Oh, God!"

"Go!" Yells Sam.

ELLIE'S ROOM
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Dean and Ellie are sitting on the foot railing of Ellie's bed. "When my parents split up, my mom took a job here. This was before the Cassitys had money, but it was the best she could do. So I grew up on this farm." She says.

"That's how you met Crowley?" Asks Dean.

"They had this big dinner, and after, I saw him kissing Margie. I ran. I didn't know what to do." Ellie says. "But Crowley found me. We talked. He seemed so nice."

Dean scoffs. "The best con men always do." He says.

"He asked me, if I had one wish, what would it be? So I told him."

"And he made you sign over your soul." Dean says.

"He didn't make me do anything. My mom–she had Parkinson's–early stages, and I knew how that story would end." Ellie says. "So I took the deal. Ma is retired down in Phoenix now, plays golf every day."

"That was a stupid move, Ellie."

"I did it for my mom, Dean. What would you do for your mom?" She asks.

"You had to know this was coming." Dean says.

"No. How?"

"Crowley didn't tell you about the 10-year ticking clock?" Asks Dean.

"What? I knew that when I died, I 
wasn't going to heaven, but he never said anything about that or monsters." Ellie says.

"What a douche bag. He probably didn't say jack to Carl or Margot, either."

"Margie made a deal? So she's..." Ellie starts.

"She's gone." Dean says.

"Oh, God. I... A few years ago, Carl got drunk. He told me he did some kind of magic at a crossroads–summoned a demon. I put two and two together, and when I saw what that thing did to him... I just never knew about Margie. I thought I was next."

"And you didn't run?" Asks Dean.

"Where would I run? All I wanted was one last meal, some good tunes, and maybe..." Ellie looks towards Dean. "I don't want to die." They both look up when they hear howling in the distance. Ellie gasps when Dean's face turns demonic. "Dean, what's happening?"

"Ellie, whatever you're seeing, it's not real. It means the Hellhound–it's close." Dean's face is back to normal. "Look, you need to stay inside this circle, okay?" He draws a circle using goofer dust. "Now.

Ellie steps inside the circle. "Dean..." She starts.

"No matter what happens, you stay inside that circle. You understand me?" He says as Ellie shakes her head yes. Dean leaves, closing the door.

CASSITY BARN
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Dean is outside Ellie's door, he sees the closed barn door, he walks through the barn, puts the holy-oiled glasses on and slides one barn door open. He now has the demon-killing knife in his hand.

We hear the Hellhound growling. He approaches the outer barn door that's open. We see the outline of the Hellhound through Dean's glasses. It's growling and snarling.

"Oh, so you're Crowley's bitch. I guess pets really do look like their owners." Dean sees the growling Hellhound, it runs behind some farm equipment. "What are you waiting for? Come and get it!"

The Hellhound attacks Dean, clawing his left side. He is thrown into a wall, falls, drops the knife, the glasses fall off his face. Dean pulls his hand away, bloody.

"Ah!" He yells as the Hellhound stomps towards him, paw prints showing in the dust, we can see its breath. Suddenly there's a gunshot, Hellhound blood spews. It whines in pain. Sam enters the barn wearing the glasses and shoots Hellhound again. Again it whines and growls.

Sam spots Dean's knife in dirt, he rolls towards it. The Hellhound attacks Sam, barking fiercely. Sam, lying flat on the ground, holds the snarling, barking Hellhound off with his left hand. He slits the Hellhound's belly with the knife in his right hand. The Hellhound is gutted and Sam is bathed in black blood. The Hellhound dies.

Dean is in the background, propped up on one arm watching. The brothers look at each other. "Ohh." Sam says disgusted as Dean falls back down. Sam looks at his blood covered hand holding the knife and let's it flop onto the ground.

ELLIE'S ROOM
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Dean pats his left side. We can see his clawed t-shirt with the white bandage under it. "Mnh." Dean says.

"You need to go to a hospital." Ellie says.

"Oh, I've had worse." Dean says. Ellie looks towards Sam. His t-shirt is covered in black blood and he is holding his button-down shirt.

"Yeah, he's had worse." Sam says.

"So, what now?" She asks.

"Now we make a hex bag, and you start running. If Crowley can't find you, then he won't be able to sic another mutt on you." Dean says. 

"So I'm not going to hell?"

"Not on my watch." Dean says. "Will you give us a minute?"

"Sure." She says.

"Thanks." Dean says as Ellie leaves. We hear the door opening, then closing. Dean snaps his fingers towards Sam.

"Dean, even if she can dodge Crowley, as soon as Ellie dies, her soul is earmarked for hell." Sam says.

"Not if we shut it down first." Dean grabs the bloody button-down shirt out of Sam's hand.

"The spell's not gonna work for you, Dean." Sam says.

Dean sighs and pulls the paper with the spell out of his pocket. "Kah-nuh-ahm-dahr." He looks around but there's no response. "Doesn't matter. We'll track down another Hellhound, and I'll kill it."

"No." Sam says.

"Sam, I didn't pass the test."

"But I did... And I'm doing the rest of them." Says Sam.

"My ass you are!" Dean yells.

"I'm closing the gates. It's a suicide mission for you."

"Sam..." Dean starts.

"I want to slam hell shut, too, okay? But I want to survive it. I want to live, and so should you." Sam says. "You have friends up here, family, Elena. I mean, hell, you even got your own room now. You were right, okay? I see light at the end of this tunnel. And I'm sorry you don't–I am. But it's there. And if you come with me, I can take you to it."

"Sam, be smart." Dean says.

"I am smart, and so are you. You're not a grunt, Dean. You're a genius m–when it comes to lore, to–you're the best damn hunter I have ever seen–better than me, better than dad. I believe in you, Dean. And so does Elena." Sam says. "So, please–please believe in me, too." Dean slaps the paper into Sam's hand. "Kah-nuh-ahm-dahr." There's a whoosing sound. Sam goes bug eyed, twists around, falls down to his knees and grunts in pain.

"Sammy?" Dean says. "Sam!"

We hear a crackling sound. Sam drops the paper with the Enochian symbols. The veins in Sam's right hand and arm are highlighted with bright white light. He's grimacing in pain.

"You okay?" Dean asks. Sam is still gasping. The bright white light disappears from his hand and arm and he clenches a fist, grabs the paper rand stands up.

"I'm good. I'm okay. I can do this." Sam says and exhales sharply.

BUNKER
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Elena is seen talking to someone in the phone. "When they get back I'll ask them about it. Don't worry, I've got this all under control." She says and hangs up.

"Got what under control?" Elena turns around and sees Sam and Dean behind her.

"I was just talking to Caroline."

"You're lying." Dean says and turns to Sam. "Get some rest." He says and Sam goes up the stairs. "Why did Kevin ask me to watch you? What happened when I was gone, Elena?" Dean asks. Elena's face leads us into the closing credits.