BISON BUD'S BAR

Two Men, Jim Jenkins and Pete Hensley, leave the bar, talking.

"Okay, okay, now, come on, you tell me—now why kick that field goal?" Jim Says

"Because it's called football." Pete Says

"No, it's called fantasy football, and those three points screwed me." Jim Says

"Seriously, Jim, you need to get a life." Pete Says

Jim and Pete round the corner and are met by a Man.

"Hey, guys, got any change?" He Asks

"Sorry, pal." Jim Says

Then the young man pulls out a gun and points it at Jim and Pete.

"How about your wallets?" He Says

A Bar Employee at the Dumpster takes notice.

"No problem." Pete Says

"Take it easy, all right?" Jim Says

"Just give me the wallets!" He Says

"Hold on, man." Jim Say

The Man fires, hitting Jim in the heart and he falls.

"Jim!" Pete Says

The Man runs and Pete drops to his knees next to Jim.

"Jim! Jim!" Pete Says

Pete looks up at the Employee near the dumpster

"Call 911! Now!" Pete Says

Then the Employee runs. And Pete does chest compressions, then breathes into Jim's mouth.

"Come on." Pete Says

Pete does more chest compressions, then goes to repeat the breaths. Jim inhales on his own.

"Hey." Jim Says

"Don't move. Don't move, man." Pete Says then he  helps Jim sit up.

"I feel okay." Jim Says

Jim pulls open his shirt far enough to reveal the bullet hole, with powder marks but no blood.

"You're not even bleeding." Pete Says as Jim looks up.

"Give me a hand." Jim Says and Pete helps him stand.

"How you even alive right now?" Pete Asks

"I don't know" Jim Says

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DINER

Dean taps a button on the jukebox, then thumps the jukebox. Sam is at a table, laptop open, talking on the phone.

"No, no, no, you're right, it's definitely weird. ...Okay, Bobby, thanks." Sam Says

Sam puts the phone away and Dean comes over.

"What's up?" Dean Says

"Bobby found something in Wyoming." Sam Says

"A job?" Dean Says

"Maybe, Dean bites into a burger. Small town, no one's died in the past week and a half." Sam Says

"That so unusual?" Dean Says

"Well, it's how they're not dying, One guy with terminal cancer strolls right out of hospice.
Another guy gets capped by a mugger and walks away without a scratch." Sam Says

"Capped in the ass?" Dean Says

"Police say Mr. Jenkins was shot in the heart at point-blank range by a nine-millimeter."' Sam Says

Dean keeps eating, speaking with his mouth full.

"And he's not a doughnut?" Dean Says

"Locals are saying it's a miracle." Sam Says

"Okay." Dean Says

"It's got to be something nasty, right? I mean, people making deals or something." Sam Says

"You think?" Dean Says

"What else would it be?" Sam Says

"I don't know." Dean Says

"All right" he puts his laptop in his bag, "Get that to go." Sam Says

Dean looks down and doesn't move.

"Come on." Sam Says

Sam stands up, picking up his bag. Dean doesn't move except to chew. Sam looks at him, swinging his bag over his shoulder.

"What?" Sam Says

"Sure you want me going with you?" Dean Asks

"Why wouldn't I?" Sam Says

"I don't want to be holding you back or nothing." Dean Says

"Dude, I've told you a hundred times, that was the siren talking, not me." Sam Says

"Mmm" Dean Says

"Can we get past this?" Sam Asks As Dean puts down the burger.

"Yeah, we're past it." Dean Says

JIM JENKINS' HOUSE

The Impala is parked outside Jim's house. Birds chirp.

"Now, you two said you were bloggers?" Jim Says

DINING ROOM

Sam and Dean are sitting at Jim's dining room table. Jim sits down across from Sam. Jim's wife and daughter are visible in the next room.

"Yes, sir. Floored by the Lord dot com." Sam Says

"All of God's glory fit to blog." Dean Says

Dean grins. Sam glances at him and clears his throat.

"Um. Some of the people around town are saying what happened to you was a miracle." Sam Says

"It was. Plain as day." Jim Says

"How can you be so sure?" Sam Says

"How else do you explain it? The doctors can't.
There's a bullet in my heart, and it's pumping like a piston." Jim Says

"Well, how do you explain it?" Sam Says

Jim hesitates. He looks over at his daughter.

"Look honestly, I was nobody's saint—not exactly father of the year, either." Jim Says

"Okay." Dean Says

"But when that guy shot me and I didn't bleed a drop? I just knew the Lord was giving me a second chance." Jim Says

"That so?" Dean Says

"I had this feeling—like angels were watching over me, I wouldn't expect you guys to understand." Jim Says

"Well, we'll just have to try." Dean Says

"You wouldn't have happened to have swung by a crossroads in the past week or so?" Sam Says

"No." Jim Says

"Maybe you met someone? With black eyes? Or red?" Sam Says

"Who'd you guys say you were again?" Jim Asks

"Never mind. Thank you for your time." Dean Says
As He gets up and Sam follows.

MOTEL ROOM

Dean is sitting at a table on the laptop, reading a news article. Sam opens the door and comes in.

"Hey." Sam Says

"Anything?" Dean Says

"That cancer survivor? He was clinically dead, his wife pulled the plug, and now he's taking her out for their twentieth anniversary." Sam Says

"Any sign of a deal?" Dean Says

"No. What about you? Found anyone dying around here?" Sam Asks

"Not since Cole Griffith." Dean Says

Dean's looking at the obituaries in the Greybull Gazette. He clicks on the picture of Cole Griffith to enlarge it.

"He dropped ten days ago. It was the last death I could find." Dean Says

"So, what are you thinking?" Sam Says

"Eh, maybe it is what the people say it is." Dean Says

Dean gets up and Sam goes over to the laptop, scoffing.

"Miracles? Dean, our experience, when do miracles just happen?" Sam Says

"Well, there's no deals. There's, uh, no skeevy faith healers. I mean, these souls just ain't getting dragged into the light." Dean Says

"Maybe 'cause there's no one around to carry them." Sam Says

"What do you mean?" Dean Says

"Well, grim reapers—that's what they do, right? Schlep souls? So, if death ain't in town—" Sam Says

"Then nobody's dying. So what? The local reaper's on strike? Playing the back nine? I don't know, Sam." Dean Says As he drinks his coffee.

"Well, then, let's talk to somebody who might." Sam Says

"Well, last I checked, huggy bear ain't available." Dean Says

"No, dude, the kid." Sam Says

"The kid? The kid's a doornail." Dean Says

"Exactly. Look, if he was the last person to die around here, then maybe he's seen something. We should talk to him." Sam Says

"I love how matter-of-fact you are about that. Strange lives." Dean Says

CEMETERY

Sam and Dean are at a gravestone engraved "Beloved Son Cole Griffith 1997 – 2009 Forever In Our Memories". Five candles are arranged around a pentacle drawn on a cloth spread over the grave. Sam puts a bundle of sticks in the center of the pentacle. Dean sits on another gravestone and flips through John's journal.

"You sure this is gonna work?" Dean Says

"No. But if his spirit's around, this should smoke him out." Sam Says

Sam pours something into a bowl. Dean closes the journal.

"What?" Sam Says

"This job is jacked, that's what." Dean Says

"How so?" Sam Says

"You want me to gank a monster or torch a corpse, hey, let's light it up, right? But this? If we fix whatever this is, people are gonna start dropping dead. Good people." Dean Says

"Look, I don't want them to die, either, Dean, but there's a natural order." Sam Says

"You're kidding, right?" Dean Says

"What?" Sam Says

"You don't see the irony in that? I mean, you and me, we're like the poster boys of the unnatural order. All we do is ditch death." Dean Says

"Yeah, but the normal rules don't really apply to us, do they?" Sam Says

"We're no different than anybody else." Dean Says

"I'm infected with demon blood. You've been to hell." Sam Says

Dean looks away.

"Look, I know you want to think of yourself as Joe the Plumber, Dean, but you're not. Neither am I. The sooner you accept that, the better off you're gonna be." Sam Says

"Ah, Joe the Plumber was a douche." Dean Says

"You gonna help me finish this?" Sam Says

"Hey!"

Sam and Dean look towards the voice, it's a Man carrying a flashlight.

"What are you doing here?" He Asks

"Uh—,Just take it easy." Sam Says

"What the hell is this?" He Asks

"Okay, this—this—this is not what it looks like." Dean Says

"Really? 'Cause it looks like devil worship." He Says

"What? No! No, this is not devil worship. This—This is—this—this is, uh—" Dean Says

"Yeah" Sam Says

"I don't have a good answer." Dean Says

"We're leaving." Sam Says

"You're not going anywhere." He Says

Sam frowns. The Man takes a few steps forward.

"Ever again. Sam." He Says

The Man looks at Dean and His eyes go white.

"Alastair." Dean Says As Alastair's eyes go back to human.I thought you got deep fried, extra-crispy."

"Nah. Just the pediatrician I was riding. His wife's still looking for him. It's hilarious. Anyway.
No time to chat. Got a hot date with death." Alastair Says

Alastair flicks his hand and Dean goes flying across the graveyard and collides with the gravestone.

"Dean!" Sam Says

Alastair turns back to Sam and flicks his hand. Nothing happens. Alastair tries again and Sam smirks.

"You're stronger, Sam. You've been soloflexing with your little slut?" Alastair Says

"You have no idea." Sam Says

Sam flicks his hand and Alastair' goes flying. Sam raises a hand to exorcise him. Alastair flees the Mans body. Sam drops his hand, surprised. Sam watches the smoke vanish.

MOTEL ROOM

Dean is lying on a bed, holding an ice pack to his head. Sam opens the door and comes in.

"How you doing?" Sam Asks

"I'm in pain, that's how I'm doing. I think I have a concussion." Dean Says

"You want some aspirin?" Sam Says

"No thanks, House. So, demons, huh?" Dean Says

"Yeah. So much for miracles." Sam Says

"And what the hell happened with Alastair again?" Dean Says

"I told you, he tried to fling me or whatever." Sam Says

Sam flicks his hand in demonstration, going over to the coffeemaker.

"And it didn't work, so he bailed." Sam Says

"Well, how come he couldn't fling you? He chucked you pretty good last time." Dean Says

Sam turns to face Dean and pauses before answering.

"Got no idea."'Sam Says

"Sam, do me a favor. If you're gonna keep your little secrets, I can't really stop you, but just don't treat me like an idiot, okay?" Dean Says

"What? Dean, I'm not keeping secrets." Sam Says

"Mm-hm. Whatever. So, did you go back and q-and-a the dead kid?" Dean Says

Sam comes over to the other bed, holding up a thin notebook.

"Didn't have to. Bobby called. He did some digging." Sam Says

"And?" Dean says

"He thinks I'm right. Local reaper's gone. Not just gone—kidnapped." Sam Says

"By demons? Why?" Dean Says

"Listen to this.And he bloodied death under the newborn sky—sweet to taste, but bitter when once devoured." Sam Says

"Swanky. What the hell's that mean?" Dean Says

"Well, it's from a very obscure, very arcane version of Revelations." Sam Says

"Which means what I think it means?" Dean Says

"Basically, you kill a reaper under the solstice moon—tomorrow night, by the way—you got yourself a broken seal." Sam Says

"How do you ice a reaper? You can't kill death." Dean Says

"I don't know. Maybe demons can. Where the hell are the angels is what I want to know. We could use their help for once." Sam Says

"It looks like we're gonna have to take care of this one ourselves." Dean Says

"What are we gonna do, just swing in and save the friendly neighborhood reaper?" Sam Says

"You got a better idea, I'm all ears." Dean Says

"Dean, reapers are invisible. The only people that can see them are the dead and the dying." Sam Says

"Well, if ghosts are the only ones that can see them.." Dean Says

"Yeah?" Sam Says

"Then we become ghosts." Dean Says As he puts the icepack back to his head, smirking.

"You do have a concussion." Sam Says

"Sounds crazy, I know." Dean Says

"It is crazy." Sam Says

Dean smirks some more.

"How?" Sam Asks