Friends in Low Places

41

[In the Beginning]

INT. MOTEL ROOM

Dean and Francesca were asleep. Sam paused and looked at them before leaving the room.

EXT. MOTEL

A car pulled up. Sam got in the passenger's side.

Ruby, who was driving, asked, "Ready?"

"Definitely," Sam replied.

INT. MOTEL ROOM

Dean was dreaming. His face was terrified and he screamed. He and Francesca woke to find Castiel sitting on his bed.

"Hello, Dean," Castiel greeted. "What were you dreaming about? Hello, Francesca."

Dean frowned. "What, do you get your freak on by watching other people sleep? What do you want?"

"Listen to me. You have to stop it. She has to help."

"Stop what?" Dean asked.

"Help?" Francesca repeated with a frown.

Castiel put two fingers to Dean's forehead and two to Francesca's.

EXT. STREET

Dean was sleeping on a bench.

An officer tapped one of the bench legs. "Move it buddy -- you can't sleep here."

"Okay... sleep... where?" Dean asked.

"Anywhere but here."

Dean tried to make a call on his cell, but got no signal. "Perfect."

He got up and entered Jay Bird's Diner.

Francesca was asleep on another bench and was awoken by a tapping. "Lady, you can't sleep here."

She frowned. "Okay, where?"

"Anywhere but here."

"Helpful." She pulled out her phone and tried to call a number, but had no signal. "Hey! Officer! Where's a good place to grab a bite to eat?"

The officer pointed to a diner and Francesca entered Jay Bird's Diner.

She noticed Dean and asked quietly, "What's going on?"

"Beats me. You okay?"

"Yeah. Are you?"

"Yeah. Just really confused."

"Me too."

Dean and Francesca sat at the diner's counter, Dean next to a young man.

"Hey, where the hell are we?" Dean asked.

"Jay Bird's Diner," the young man replied.

"Yeah, thanks. I mean, uh... city and state."

"Lawrence, Kansas."

"Lawrence," Dean repeated.

"Hey, are you okay, buddy?"

"Yeah, tough night," Dean said.

"Hey, uh, two coffees here, Reg," the young man said.

"Okay, coming right up," Reg replied.

Reg nodded. "Sure thing, miss."

Dean pulled his cell from his coat pocket. "Can you tell me where I can get reception on this thing?"

The young man looked at the phone. "The USS Enterprise?"