( SIN CITY )

      A nun is putting Bibles in the pews. Someone appears behind her. Father Gil hands her another Bible. "One more. That's all for tonight, sister. Come on. Let me walk you to your car." He says.

      "Father?" A young man asks.

      Father Gil looks up to where Andy is standing on the balcony. "Andy?" He asks.

      "Father, God's not with us." Andy says. "Not anymore."

      "Andy, of course he is. Why would you say that? What's wrong?" Father asks.

      "He can't help us. And if he can... He won't." Andy produces a gun, which he places under his chin.

      "Andy, wait!" Andy shoots himself. The nun screams.

BOBBY'S PLACE
[ ☼ ]

      Bobby is working on the Colt, while Dean melts metal into bullets while teaching Elena. Sam walks in. "Hey, what's up?" Dean asks.

      "Might have found some omens in Ohio. Dry lightning, barometric-pressure drop." Sam says.

      "Well, that's thrilling." Dean says.

      "Plus, some guy blows his head off in a church and another goes postal in a hobby shop before the cops take him out." Sam says.

      "Might be demonic omens." Elena suggests.

      "Or just a suicide and a psycho scrapbooker." Dean offers.

      "But it's our best lead since Lincoln." Sam says.

      "Where in Ohio?"

      "Elizabethville. It's a half-dead factory town in the rust belt." Sam says.

      "There's got to be a demon or two in South Beach."

      "Sorry, Hef. Maybe next time." Sam says. "How's it going, Bobby?"

      "Slow."

      "I tell you,it's a little sad seeing the Colt like that." Dean says.

      "The only thing it's good for now is figuring out what makes it tick." Bobby says.

      "So what makes it tick?" Sam asks.

      Bobby looks up-not amused. "So, if we want to go check out these omens in Ohio..." Dean says teasingly. "You think you can have that thing ready by this afternoon?"

      "Well, it won't kill demons by then, but I can promise you it'll kill you." Bobby says.

      Elena smiles. "All right, come on, we're wasting the daylight." She says.

      "See you, Bobby." Dean says. Sam and Dean start to leave.

      "Hey." Bobby says. "You guys run into anything-anything-you call me."

CHURCH
[ ☼ ]

      The gang are dressed in their fancier clothing, speaking to Father Gil. "There's not much left for the insurance company. It was a suicide-I saw it myself." Father says.

      "Well,this shouldn't take long, then." Dean says.

      "That's where Andy did it. It's the first time I'd seen him in weeks. He used to come every Sunday." Father Gil says.

     "When did he stop?" Sam asks.

      "Probably about two months ago right around the time everything else started to change."

      "Change how?" Elena asks.

      "Let's just say this used to be a town you could be proud of. People...cared about each other. Andy sang in the choir, and then one day, he just wasn't Andy anymore. It was like he was..." Gil started.

      "Possessed?" Sam finishes.

      "You could say that. Gambled away his money, cheated on his wife, destroyed his business. Yes, like a switch had flipped."

      "Father, did you know the man who killed those folks in the hobby shop?" Elena asks.

      Gil nods. "Sure, Tony Perkins." He says.

      "Tony Perkins. Good man." Elena says.

      "Would you say that his personality suddenly changed one day, too?" Sam asks.

      "I never thought about it that way, but...yes. About the Same time as Andy-about two months ago." Gil says.

      "Well, thank you, Father. Appreciate your time." Dean says and they all turn to go.

      "Two months ago, we open up the devil's gate, all of a sudden this town turns into Margaritaville? It's no coincidence." Sam says.

HOTEL ROOM
[ ☼ ]

      Sam, Elena and Dean are entering their room, Dean chuckling at the mirrors on the ceiling, when the door across the hall opens. "Richie. I don't believe it." Dean says.

      "Hey, Dean...Winchester, right?" Ritchie asks and a tall scantily dressed girl appears from Richie's room. "This is my sister, uh, Cheryl."

      "Hey." Cheryl says.

      "Cheryl."

      Richie hands Cheryl some money. "There. Well, you know...stepsister." He says.

      "That is so disgusting." Elena tells Richie.

      "Money pays." Richie says.

      "Come on in. This is my brother, Sam. And you've just met Elena." Dean says.

      Richie eyes Elena, eyes scanning her body. "Hey. How you doing? You got a boyfriend?" Richie asks.

      Sam glares at him and wraps a protective arm around Elena. "He's right here. How do you know my brother?"

      "You were in school." Dean says.

      "It was that succubus, in Granasi right?" Richie asks.

      "Yeah, yeah."

      "Oh, man. You should have seen the rack on this broad. Freakin' tragedy when I had to gank her." Richie says and Elena shakes her head.

      Dean holds his hands up. "Whoa, whoa. Wait. Who killed her? If I remember, your ass was toast until I showed up." He says.

      "Oh, I forgot what a comedian this guy was." Richie says.

      "Richie, Richie, I told you then and I'll tell you again-you're not cut out for this job. You're gonna get yourself killed." Dean says.

      Richie's phone rings. "Talk to me." He says into the phone then turns to Dena. "FYI, Winchester-words hurt." He then returns to the caller. "No, it's not a good time, baby. Later."

      "You find anything in this town, anyway?" Dean asks.

      "Uh, no. I got nothing. Oh,wait a minute. You mean as in demons and whatnot?" Richie asks.

      "Yeah. That's exactly what he means." Elena says harshly.

      "No, I got nothing." Richie says.

      "Typical. What about your sister back there?" Dean asks.

      "Honestly, she definitely had the devil in her, but she wasn't no demon, you know what I'm saying?" Richie says and looks at Elena's aggravated expression. "Right. Seriously. Church guy, hobby-shop guy-they were lunch meat by the time I got there. Maybe they were possessed, but I can't prove it."

      "Yeah, that's where we are, too. Let's just say the demons are possessing people in this town...you know, raising hell..." Sam starts.

      "But why would a demon blow his brains out?" Elena asks.

      "For fun? He wrecks one body, moves to another. Like taking a stolen car for a joyride." Richie says.

      "Anybody else left in town that fits the profile-nice guy turned douche-that's still breathing?" Dean asks.

      "There's trotter." Richie says.

      "Who's that?" Sam asks.

      "He used to be head of the Rotary Club. Then he turned bastard all of a sudden. Brought in the gambling, the hookers. He practically owns this whole town." Richie says.

      "Know where we could find him?"
Elena asks.

      "Oh, he'll be at his bar in a few hours."

      Later, Sam, Elena and Dean pull up in the Impala. The town in buzzing, it looks like Mardi Gras - people wandering around with cocktails, sexy girls, lots of action. "I thought you said this was some boarded-up factory town." Dean says.

      "It is. At least, it's supposed to be." Sam says.

      "Well, what are we waiting for? Let's do some research." Dean says.

TROTTER'S BAR
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      "Oh, Richie. Look at you." Dean says as the enter the bar.

      "Hey."

      "Bringing satin back." Dean says.

      "Oh, you like this? Try Thai silk-Canal Street. You have to pay $300 for threads like these, easy. Cost to me-fuggedaboutit." Richie says.

      "How much is 'fuggedaboutit'?" Sam asks.

      "Ah, forget about it." Richie says. "That's Trotter over there. He sits there all night. Can't touch him."

      "So,what do we do now?" Elena asks.

      "I don't know about you guys, but I'm gonna do a little investigating with that bartender." Dean says.

      "Easy. Me and her, we got a little somethin'-somethin' lined up for later." Richie says.

      "Yeah, right."

      "Stings, don't it? All right. I got to hit the head. Release the hostages. Be back in a few." Richie says and leaves.

      "No way he gets a girl like that. I mean, look at her. You could fit that ass on a nickel." Dean says.

      "Did you just say what I think you said?" Elena asks. "You know, men have no respect for women." She says
And walks away from the boys.

      "Dean..." Sam starts.

      Dean shrugs. "What? It's true." He says.

      "You think so?" Father Gil asks Dean.

      "Oh. Sorry, padre." Dean says.

      "Knew you boys would find your way here. They all do." Gil says.

      "No offense, but what are you doing here, Father?" Sam asks.

      "Like it or not, you go where your flock is." Gil says.

      The bartender-Casey-pours him a drink. "Plus, the clergy drinks for free." She says.

      "True, and a certain bartender owes me a confession." He says.

      "Not in this lifetime, Father." Casey says.

      "I better see your butt on Sunday." Father looks at Dean. "Nickel or no nickel."

      "What can I get you boys?" Casey asks.

      "What's your speciality?" Dean asks.

      "I make a mean hurricane." She says.

      "I guess we'll see about that." Dean says flirtatiously.

      Sam turns to Dean. "You drink hurricanes?" He asks him.

      "I do now." Over near the pool table, a man, Reggie, enters.

      "Hi, John."

      "Reggie. Everything okay with you?" John asks.

       "I don't know. I'm just not feeling myself today." Reggie says.

      Sam spots that Reggie has a gun. Sam looks at Dean. "Hey." Sam says.

      "Hey, what are you doing?!" John asks.

      Dean tackles him to the ground, but not before he shoots John. Sam splashes holy water on him. There is no reaction. "What are you doing? He slept with my wife. That bastard slept with my wife!" Reggie yells.

      "Somebody call 911!" Sam exchanges a look with Trotter.

      Police cuff Reggie and lead him away. "Too many cops here. I say we roll." Sam says.

      "Just be cool. Poor jerk. Only thing possessing him was a sixer of Pabst." Dean says.

      "So, what's the deal, then? People in this town getting possessed or not?" Elena asks.

      "I don't know. Maybe it is just what it is-town full of scumbags." Dean says.

      "Yeah. Maybe." Sam says.

      "You guys ready for your mug shots?" Someone asks. Sam, Elena and Dean look nervous. "The photographer's gonna be here in a few and take your picture for the local paper."

      Dean is relieved. "Be an honor, officer. What a thrill." He says.

      "Yep, time to go." Sam says.

      "Wait a second. Wait a second." Dean says.

      "What?" Elena asks.

      "Where's Richie?"

HOUSE
[ ☾]

      Casey and Richie arrive at a house. "So, how's a bartender afford a place like this?" He asks her.

      "My parents left it to me. I don't come out here much-mostly when I want to be alone." She says.

      Casey leads Richie into a rather gothic-looking basement. "Wow. This is, uh, charming. You sure you wouldn't be more comfortable in a bedroom or my motel room? I mean, not for nothing, but, you know, I got oils." Richie says.

      "But I have toys." Casey says.

      "Yeah, no. Toys trump oils." He says. Casey begins lights candles. "You don't get, uh, scared down here all by yourself?"

      "Of course not. Not when I've got a hunter to protect me." She turns, her eyes blacken. She is a demon. She then kills Richie.

TROTTER BAR
[ ☾]

      Sam, Elena and Dean sit at a table. There is a large burger in front of Dean. "Thanks." Sam says to the barman and returns to table with beers. "You do realize there's red meat within striking distance, right?" Sam asks.

      "How many times I got to tell Richie, he's gonna get himself in trouble?" Dean asks.

      "Dean, you're assuming he's missing. I mean, maybe he just bailed." Elena says and takes her beer from Sam.

      "He's a moron. He's a sweet moron, but he's not a coward. He wouldn't just bail. I got to go find him." Dean says.

      "All right. Meanwhile I think Elena and are gonna trail this Trotter guy." Sam says.

      "Yeah?"

      "I don't know. Something about the way he looked at me last night. Maybe there is something going on here." Sam says.