( SON OF A WITCH )

Amanda is frantically flipping through the pages of a book with occult symbols on it and foreign language written around the symbols. A wind blows through her house blowing out the candles on her altar.

Amanda screams and holds out her left arm where one cut has already been sliced in her wrist vertically. Two more slice down next to that cut with no visible assailant and blood begins to pour out of the wounds.

"No! No...aah no!" Three cuts slice into her right wrist vertically matching those on her left wrist and blood pours out of them despite Amanda screams in protest.

She falls forward pushing the altar off the table and lands face down on her glass coffee table, blood from her cut wrists pooling around her arms her eyes shut.

AMANDA'S HOUSE
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Dean picks the lock and enters Amanda's house followed closely by Sam and Elena with their guns drawn. They enter the room and find Amanda lifeless on the table covered in blood and switch on the light. "That's a curveball." Dean says.

"Yeah." Sam says.

They approach Amanda's body, and Dean lifts her right arm with the barrel of his gun then looks at the other as well. "Three per wrist, vertical. She wasn't foolin' around." Dean says.

Sam puts his gun in the back of his jeans and bends down to look at the scattered remnant of the altar holding his nose to the smell of the burnt rotten food. "Yeah, looks like she was working some heavyweight evil here." Sam says.

"Yup." Dean turns around nearly running into the hanging body of a rabbit. "Oh god! Freakin' witches! Seriously man, come on!"

"Guess we know where she got the rabbit's teeth from." Elena says.

"Well, Paul sure knows how to pick 'em huh? It's like Fatal Attraction all over again." Dean says.

"Yeah."

"And why does the rabbit always get screwed in the deal?! The poor little guy." Dean says.

"You know what I don't get Dean? If she was so bent on revenge, why do this?" Sam asks.

"Well, she got Janet Dutton, thought she finished off Paul, decided to cap herself and make it a spurned lovers hat-trick."

"Maybe." Sam starts to look under the glass table that Amanda is on.

"I mean, this doesn't exactly look like the TV room of a bright and stable person you know?" Dean asks.

"No, but then..." Sam reaches around and pulls out another hex bag that is tucked under the table and stands up tossing it to Dean. "There's this."

"Another hex bag? Come on!" Dean opens the bag to find similar contents of the bag they found in Janet's bathroom and he tosses it on the table reaching for his phone. "Looks like we got a hit huh? A little witch on witch violence?"

"I guess." Sam says.

Dean dials the phone and hold it up to his ear. "I'd like to report a dead body, 309 Mayfair Circle. My name? Yeah, sure my name is-" Dean clicks the phone shut cutting himself off. "Why are witches ganking each other?"

"I don't know, but I think maybe we got a coven on our hands." Sam says.

VAN ALLEN HOUSE
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Camera pans out from 'Determination' poster on wall to two women sitting on a sofa. "Alright, alright." A man, Ron, is standing in the doorway to the room that the women are in. "I'm going. I'm not fooled by your little book club by the way. I know what you ladies get up to when I'm gone. It's all dish and gossip."

The women laugh as Elizabeth walks in and joins Ron in the doorway. "Hi Ron." She says.

"Oh, hello Elizabeth. I mean, when's the last time anyone actually brought a book?" Ron asks.

The two women, Tammi and Renee say together. "Goodnight Ron." They says.

"Alright." Ron leaves and as soon as the door closes behind him Elizabeth goes into the room seemingly upset.

"He doesn't know? You didn't tell him?" She asks.

"About Amanda? Oh, I think that's book club business don't you?" Renee asks.

Tammi gets a candle holder with three tapers in it and sets it on the coffee table in front of the sofa. "Thank you Tammi." Renee says.

"The police just took away her body, and what? We're just gonna pretend it didn't happen?" Elizabeth asks.

"We loved Amanda." Says Renee.

"It's true."

"We know that she was a little...unstable." Says Renee.

"Also true." Tammi says.

"And we have to face it, she probably killed Janet Dutton."

"People just don't spit out their teeth all of a sudden." Tammi says.

Renee shakes her head in agreement with Tammi. "We have to stop. We have to stop book club, this has all gone too far." Says Elizabeth.

Renee gets up from the sofa. "Elizabeth, just take a deep breath. Calm down." She says.

"We can't...stop." Tammi says.

"But people are dying." Elizabeth says.

Renee scoffs. "Amanda killed herself yes. And yes, she killed Janet. Awful, awful business of course, but that's all over now. And think about what book club has gotten us hmm? Your husband's promotion, that little trip to Hawaii that you won. And what about me? My home pottery business is finally taking off and you wanna just stop? Do you wanna stop?" She says.

Elizabeth shakes her head 'no' and Renee claps her hands together. "K, now come on, we don't have much time, Ron gets back from his Fantasy Football in an hour." She says.

The three of them start getting ready for 'Book Club' which is their witches coven meeting by putting a cloth with a demonic symbol on it down on the table, putting the 'Book of Shadows' in the middle of it, and lighting the candles in the candle holder.

"Book of Shadows we kneel before you, let us serve your master as you serve us. Book of Shadows we kneel before you, let us serve your master-" All three say together.

ELIZABETH'S GARDEN
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Elizabeth is turning the soil of her garden with a small shovel when Dean, Elena and Sam walk up her driveway to question her. "You must have a green thumb." Sam says.

"Excuse me?" Elizabeth says.

"Getting these herbs to grow out of season like this, quite impressive. I'm sorry; I should have introduced myself first." Sam reaches on the pocket of his suit jacket and takes out a badge. "I'm uh, Detective Bachman, this is Detective Turner and Beech."

Dean takes his own badge out of his jacket pocket and flashes it at Elizabeth and Elena does the same. "Hi-ya." Dean says.

"We're following up on Amanda Burns' death, going around the neighborhood and talking to neighbors and stuff like that." Sam says.

"But didn't she- I mean she killed herself right?" Elizabeth says.

"Maybe, maybe." Sam says.

"We heard you were friends with the deceased right?" Dean asks.

"Yeah, I guess so." Says Elizabeth.

"Did you have any idea about her practices?" Dean asks.

"I'm sorry, what kind of practices?" Elizabeth asks.

"Well see, her house was littered with satanic paraphernalia." Sam says.

"A regular Black Sabbath." Dean says.

"No, the- but she was an Episcopalian." Elizabeth says.

"Well, then we're pretty sure she was using the wrong bible." Dean says.

Renee and Tammi walk up unseen, and Renee speaks causing the brothers to turn and take notice of their arrival. "Elizabeth, you alright?" She says.

"I'm fine uh Renee, these are Detectives. They say Amanda was- she was practicing-" Elizabeth says.

"I'm sorry Detectives; you can tell that Elizabeth is a little bit upset." Renee says.

"Of course, Miss.?" Dean asks.

"Mrs. Renee Van Allen. Would you like me to spell it for you?" Renee asks.

"I'll get by, thanks." Dean says.

"This Amanda business has been hard for Liz, for all of us." Renee says.

"Yeah, I mean, you think you know a person." Elizabeth says.

"Well, I guess we all have secrets don't we?" Elena asks.

"Well, thanks, um, we'll be in touch." Sam says.

"Have a nice day." Dean says.

"Bye."

ROAD
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The Impala is driving down a country road through fog. Dean is driving and Sam is in the passenger's seat. "Well, I'm already sold on that Elizabeth chick? Did you see that victory garden of hers? Belladonna, wolfs bane, mandrake, not to mention that little flinch she threw when we mentioned the occult." Dean says.

"Well, she's definitely had a good run lately, gone up a few tax brackets; won almost too many raffles. Kinda thing a little black magic always helps with." Sam says.

"Yeah."

"I don't think she's alone either, look like Mrs. Renee Van Allen has won almost every craft contest she has entered in the past three months." Sam says.

"Yeah, a regular Martha Stewart huh? Except for the devil worship, I'm thinking that was the coven back there we met minus one member." Dean says.

"Amanda was clearly going off the reservation, what do you think they killed her to keep up appearances?" Sam asks.

"Seems like an appearance kind of crowd don't you think?" Dean asks.

"Yeah."

"If they killed the nut-job should we uh, thank them or what?" Dean asks.

"They're working black magic too Dean, they need to be stopped." Elena says.

"'stopped' like stopped?" Dean asks and Sam gives him a look that says 'of course'. "They're human Sam."

"They're murderers." Sam says.

Dean looks at Sam for a second with doubt and then resigns himself. "Burn witch, burn." Dean continues to drive when the Impala stutters and starts to choke up. "What the hell?"

The head lights of the Impala flicker on and then back on again as it slowly comes to a stop in front of a figure sanding in the middle of the road. The view from the inside of the Impala shows that it is Ruby.

Sam gets out of the car first and Dean follows. "Ruby." Sam says.

"Sam, listen to me, there's no time." Ruby says.

"For what? What are you talking about?"

"You have to get out of town."

"So this is Ruby huh?" Dean raises the colt and aims it at her cocking it. "Never had the pleasure."

"Dean!"

"I was hoping you'd show up again." Dean says.

"Point that thing somewhere else." Says Ruby.

"Hahahaha, right."

Elena crosses her arm. "How do you know Sam?" She asks.

"Sam please, go, get in the car and don't look back." Ruby says.

"Why? I don't understand." Sam says.

"Hey hot stuff, we can take care of a few kitchen witches, thanks."
Dean says.

"I'm not talking about witches, you jackass, witches are whores. I'm talking about who they serve."

Dean and Sam both look confused for a second, but then it dawns on Sam. "Demons, they get their power from demons." Sam says.

"Yeah, and there's one here, now." Ruby says.

"Oh, what, you mean besides you?" Elena asks.

"Sam, it knows you're in town and it's gonna come after you and its way more than you can handle."

"Oh come on, what is this huh? Please tell me you're not listening to this crap!" Dean yells.

"Put a leash on your brother Sam, if you wanna keep him." Ruby says.

"Dean, look, just chill out." Sam says.

"No, no!" Elena yells. "She's messing with your head, God knows why, that's who they are!"

"I'm telling you the truth."

"And I'm telling you to shut up bitch." Dean says.

"I'm sorry, why are you even a part of this conversation?!" Ruby says.

"Oh, I don't know maybe because he's my brother you black eyed skank!" Dean yells.

"Oh, right, right. You care about your brother so much, that's why you're checking out in a few months, leaving him all alone?"

"Shut up." Dean says.

"At least let me try and save him, since you won't be here to do it anymore."

"I said shut up!" Dean moves to fire the colt at Ruby.

"Dean no!" Sam pushes Dean's arm away from Ruby as he fires the colt, and Dean tries to fight against Sam's hold and they lock arms and both look to where Ruby was standing to see that she has vanished.

Dean gives Sam a look of disappointment and goes back to get in the Impala, as Sam looks around in vain for Ruby.

HOTEL ROOM
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Dean walks in first and switches on the light and Sam and Elena follow right behind him. "What the hell were you thinking?" Dean asks.

"What?! What the hell was I thinking?" Sam repeats.

"She's a demon Sam, period alright. They want us dead, we want them dead." Dean says.

"Oh, that's funny; I remember that demon chick in Ohio, Casey? You didn't want her dead." Sam says.

"Yeah, well she wasn't stringing me along like a fish on a hook." Dean says.

"No one's stringing me along." Sam says.

"Is this what you've been doing this whole time?" Elena asks. "Sneaking around with Ruby."

Sam sighs. "Look, I know it's dangerous, that she is dangerous, but like it or not, she is useful." He says.

"No, we kill her before she kills us." Dean says.

"Kill her with what? The gun she fixed for us?" Sam asks.

"Whatever works." Dean says.

"Dean, if she wants us dead, all she has to do is stop saving our lives." Sam says. Dean turns away from Sam and goes to the sink turning on the water. "Look, we have to start looking at the big picture Dean, start thinking in strategies and- and moves ahead. Dean splashes water on his face. "It's not so simple, we're not- we're not just hunting anymore, we're at war."

Dean turns off the water and looks at Sam in the mirror above the sink, grabs a towel to dry off his face and turns back around to Sam. "Are you feeling okay?" Dean asks.

"Uh, why are you always asking me that?" Sam sits on the foot of one of the beds in the room, and Dean moves back toward Sam.

"Because you're taking advice from a demon for starters, and by the way, you seem less and less worried about offing people, it used to eat you up inside." Dean says.

"Yeah, and what has that gotten me?"

"Nothing, but it's just what you're supposed to do okay? We're supposed to drive in the friggin' car and friggin' argue about this stuff. You know, you go on about the sanctity of life and all that crap." Dean says.

"Wait, so- so you're mad because I'm starting to agree with you?" Sam asks.

"No, I'm not mad, I'm- I'm- I'm worried, Sam." Dean moves and sits down on the foot of the other bed in the room. "I'm worried because you're not acting like yourself."

"Yeah, you're right, I'm not. I don't have a choice." Sam says.

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"Look, Dean, you're leaving right? And I gotta stay here in this craphole of a world, alone. So the way I see it, if I'm gonna make it, if I'm gonna fight this war after you're gone, then I gotta change." Sam says.

"But you won't be alone." Elena says. "You have me."

Dean has been looking increasingly uncomfortable during Sam's last speech, and is now clutching his stomach in discomfort and leaning forward slightly. "Change into what?" Dean says.

"Into you, I gotta be more like you." Sam says and Dean tightens his face in pain, and leans further over still clutching his stomach and side with his left hand.

"Ah!" Dean yells.

"What's going on with you?" Sam asks and Dean moves around in pain still clutching his stomach, and he can barely force words out.

"I don't know. Oh- Sam something's wrong- bunch of knives inside of me-"

"Dean." Sam moves off the bed and kneels in front of Dean who is now leaning all the way forward with his head almost between his legs.

"Son of a bitch-" Dean starts.

"Dean, hey." Elena says as she crouches next to him.

"The coven man, it's gotta be the coven." Dean says.

"Don't worry." Sam gets up and rushes into the bathroom opening the cupboards below the sink looking for the hex bag as Dean groans in pain and lies back on the bed, his face still twisted in pain.

Sam pulls things out of the cupboard throwing them aside. Dean leans back forward falling to his knees in front of the foot of the bed, spitting out blood, choking and sputtering.

"Oh my god." Elena says.

Sam is still looking for the hex bag, in another cupboard pulling out pillows and when he finds nothing, he moves to the bed while Dean is still choking on blood and spitting it out of his mouth.

Sam pulls off the covers to the bed tearing back the sheets and slices the mattress open with his knife and still cannot find the hex bag. "Dean, I can't find it." He says.

Dean falls over sideways and looks weak and hurt and still in pain. "No." Elena says. As Dean continues to cough blood more weakly now, Sam rummages through his bag and pulls out the colt and opens it to make sure there are bullets in it.

"Sam, what are you doing?" Dean asks and Sam gets up and moves toward the door. "Sam." Sam leaves closing the door behind him. "Sam!"

ROAD
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The Impala speed down a dark country road and the camera pans up to reveal Sam at the wheel with a look of determination on his face.