( THE HELP )

      Bobby is shooting at a target with the restored Colt, making adjustments after he fires. Suddenly, Ruby appears in from of the target. "Cute piece." She says.

      "Who are you?" Bobby asks.

      "It won't stop a demon, if that's what you think." Ruby says.

      "How the hell would you know?"

      "Oh, I don't know." She closes her eyes and when she opens them they are black, revealing she is a demon. "Call it an educated guess."

     "Well, ain't I lucky,then? Found a subject for a test fire." Bobby says.

      "Luck has nothing to do with it. But, hey, by all means. Take your best shot." Bobby hesitates. "Are you gonna stand there like a pantywaist, or are you gonna shoot..." Bobby shoots her in the chest. "Oww, that smarts a little."

      "What do you want?" Bobby asks.

      "Peace on earth, a new shirt. Now...do you want me to help you out with that gun or not?"

      Sam and Elena are in a corridor outside Trotter's office. Sam's phone rings, startling him. "Dean." Sam says.

      "Sammy."

      "Yeah. Hey. I can't talk right now." Sam says.

      "You okay?" Dean asks.

      "Yeah, I'm fine. Just meet me at the bar in 20 minutes, okay?" Sam hangs up.

      "Sam!"

TROTTER'S BAR
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      "I got to tell you-every woman in this place-they want to eat you up." A woman tells Dean.

      "Anybody could have tackled that guy...and wrestled the gun away...prevented mass murder." Dean says.

      "Here's what I'm gonna do. Normally, I charge $400 a night." She whispers in Dean's ear. "Why don't we call it an even deuce and get the hell out of here?"

      "What do I look like?" Dean asks

      "What do I look like?" She repeats and as she walks away. "Cheapskate."

      "Did I just see you strike out with a prostitute? How's that work?" Casey asks.

      "I just told her I had a thing for the bartender. It was pretty easy." Dean says.

      "Who says the bartender's available?"

      "That's a good question. You got something going with some guy about yea tall, wears a sweat suit?" Dean asks.

      "Who?" Casey asks.

      "No. My mistake. What do you say you and me grab a drink after your shift?"

      "I say why wait...when we can go right now?" Dean and Casey leave together.

TROTTER'S OFFICE
[ ☾]

      Elena is rifling through the desk and Sam watches out for anyone. Trotter and his bodyguard enter. Sam tackles the bodyguard but Trotter holds a gun to Sam. "What are you doing here?" He asks.

      "I think maybe you know." Sam says.

      "Yeah. Well, I think I'm calling the cops." Trotter says.

      "Cops?" Elena asks.

      "Breaking and entering, assault-you're in a peck of trouble, my friends." Says Trotter.

      "Uh, well, I think I could probably explain it!" Sam wrestles the gun from him and points it at both men. "All right, back up!"

      "Get back. Money's in the safe! Take it and go."

      "I don't want your money. I just got to be sure." Sam splashes both men with holy water. Nothing happens.

      "What kind of psycho are you?" Trotter asks.

      Sam is now embarrassed. "Oh, god. Uh, we're sorry. I think this was just a minor misunderstanding. Yeah, okay. How 'bout I just leave, cause..." Sam removes bullets from gun. You know, I'll take these." He puts gun down. "I'll, uh, I'll leave this for,uh...You,uh...have a nice day?" He and Elena run out.

CASEY'S BASEMENT
[ ☾]

      "Looks like the maid's day off." Dean says. Casey seems surprised at something. "Everything okay?"

      Casey kisses Dean. "Make yourself comfortable." She says.

      "Oh, I forgot to mention...Richie was a friend of mine. When I realized I could track the GPS in his cellphone, I swung by earlier." Dean says. "Gave him a proper burial. It's better than rotting in some skank's basement."

      Casey launches herself at Dean but something stops her. Dean kicks back the corner of the rug, which is covering a devil's trap he has drawn. "Whoops. Tsk,tsk,tsk. Isn't that a buzz kill? Sorry, sister, but you're going back to where you came from."

      "I don't think so." She says.

      Dean takes out a book and begins to read in Latin. "Spiritus in mundus un glorum suarum umitite palatum iram domine..." Casey concentrates, and suddenly all the pages from Dean's book fly around the room. Then the entrance to the basement caves in. "What are you laughing at, bitch? You're still trapped."

      "So are you...bitch." She says.

      Later, Dean lights candles and examines the rockfall. "Lose something?" Casey asks.

      "All you demons have such smart mouths." Dean says.

      "It's a gift."

      "Well, let's see if you're smiling when I send your ass back to hell." Dean says.

      "Without your little exorcism book? Hey, go ahead." Casey says.

      "Spiritus in mundus...Spritus..."

      "Having a little trouble there, sport?" She says.

      "Spiritus in mundus un glorum suarum umitite palatum..." Dean struggles.

      "Nice try, but I think you just ordered a pizza. I guess you should have paid more attention in Latin class." Casey says.

      "Hey, I don't know what you're smiling about. You're not going anywhere." Dean says.

      "And, apparently, neither are you."

      "Yeah, but I got somebody coming for me, and,uh...he did pay attention in class." Says Dean.

      "Oh, right-Sam. Everyone says he's the brains of the outfit." Casey says.

      "Everyone?"

      "Sure. You Winchester boys are famous. Not Lohan famous, but you know..." Casey says.

      "Well, that's flattering. I'll be sure to let Sam know when he gets here."
He says.

      "If he shows up first. What, you thought I was flying solo? You shouldn't underestimate, Dean." Casey says. "It might be the death of you. You can give me hard eyes all you want, but the fact remains, we just have to wait and see who shows up first. The cavalry or the Indians."

TROTTER'S BAR
[ ☾]

      The prostitute who tried to pick-up Dean earlier sits at the bar. "You look kind of tense. you know, I know a surefire way to relax." She says.

      Elena comes over and grabs Sam's hand. "Sorry. Not tonight." She says.

      "Excuse me." Sam says to the barman.

      "What can I get for you?"

      "Um, you remember the guy I was with last night? We sat right here." Sam says.

     "The big hero who jumped on Reggie." The Barman says.

      "Yeah, yeah. The-the big hero. Right. Um, have you seen him around at all today?" Sam asks.

      "Maybe. Depends."

      "Depends on what?" Elena asks.

      The Barman raises an eyebrow. Sam catches on. "Oh,my-does everyone around here have their hand out?" He asks and hands the Barman some money.

      "He left with Casey about an hour ago."

      "Any idea where they went?" Sam asks.

      "Her place...for bible study." The Barman says.

      "You got an address?" Sam asks.

      "What's wrong with you? You think I'm gonna give you a co-worker's address just so you can go over there and get your freaky peeping-tom rocks off?" The Barman asks and Sam hands over more money. "Corner of Piermont and Clinton. Have fun."

CASEY'S BASEMENT
[ ☾]

      "Why don't you relax?" Casey asks.

      "Why don't you kiss my ass?" Dean asks.

      "Why, Dean, you're a poet. I had no idea. Look, we won't have any effect on the outcome of this. We might as well be civil." She says.

      "Civil, huh?" Dean asks. "Killing Richie-that was civil? The guy was harmless."

      "That knife he pulled on me didn't look so harmless." Says Casey.

      "A knife wouldn't hurt you."

      "No, but it would damage this body and Casey has such a fine body, I wouldn't want to see it ripped." She says.

      "A demon with a heart. Wow. Well, you know, there's a bunch of dead people in town that might disagree with you." Dean says.

      "Hey, I didn't pull any triggers."

      "Yeah? You did something." He says.

      "You want to know what I did-what I really did? I had lunch." Casey says.

      "Lunch?"

      "Me and Trotter. He had a cheeseburger, I had a salad, and I just pointed out the money that could be made with a few businesses that cater to harmless vice." She says. "So trotter built it, and, man, did they come. Supposedly god-fearing folk, waist-deep in booze, sex, gambling. I barely lifted a finger."

      "That's it?" Dean asks.

      "You don't get it. All you got to do is nudge humans in the right direction. Some whiskey here, a hooker there, and they'll walk right into hell with big, fat smiles on their faces. Your kind is corrupt, Dean. Weak. Our will's stronger. That's why we'll win."

      "And that's how it ends?" Asks Dean.

      "No. That's how it begins."

      Meanwhile, Sam and Elena are outside. "Dean?" Sam checks out the place. Finds a yellow powder. Sulfur.

      "So, demons take over. I thought the meek shall inherit the earth." Dean says.

      "Oh, according to your bible. It's only a book, Dean." Casey says.

      "Not everyone would agree."

      "Because it's God's book? Do you believe in god, Dean? I'd be surprised if you did." She says.

      "I don't know. I'd like to." Dean says.

      "Well, I don't see how you and your god, have done such a bang-up job. War, genocide-it's only getting worse. This past century, you people racked up a body count that amazed even us. It's our turn now, and we're gonna do it right this time." Dean hears a noise. Looks up towards grate. "Don't be hopeful, Dean. You're not delivered. It's only the wind."

TROTTER'S BAR
[ ☾]

      "Bobby, It's Sam. We got a big problem. I found some sulfur, and now I can't find Dean. Call me as soon as you get this." Sam says and turns to the Barman. "Hey, excuse me. They weren't there."

      "I guess you got to catch your jollies another night. Here. Why don't you have a drink and relax?"

      "I don't want to relax. What is it with the people in this town?" Sam asks.

     "Suit yourself-princess."

      Sam sees Father Gil in the bar and approaches him. "Father." He says.

      "Yes?"

      "Um...can I talk to you for a sec?"