[Appointment in Samarra]

EXT. GROCERY STORE

Dean looked at an address on a piece of paper and looked at the awning on the store in front of him before muttering, "Oh, you've gotta be kidding me."

INT. GROCERY STORE

"Hi, I'm, uh, looking for..." Dean was cut off.

"Follow all the way back," the employee instructed. "All the way back."

Dean went to the back of the store and took a series of steps up to an apartment.

"Dean Winchester?" Dr. Robert asked.

"You must be Dr. Robert?" Dean guessed.

"Son, I stitched up your daddy more times than I can count, let me tell you. Oh, it's good to see you. 'Course, that was ages ago, back when, uh, I still had my medical license. Right this way."

"Well, you know, I'm, uh, I'm no germ freak, but..."

"Rent's cheap."

Dean and Dr. Robert entered the doctor's "office".

"Eva, my assistant," Dr. Robert introduced.

"Hi," Dean greeted.

Dr. Robert gestured to a bed. "Hop right up."

"N-now, you've -- you've, um, done this a lot?" Dean questioned nervously.

"Oh, many, many times."

"And your... success rate?"

"Oh, excellent -- almost 75%. So, should we get the, uh, preliminaries out of the way?"

"Yeah. Uh, yeah, right." He handed Dr. Robert an envelope of money.

"Ah. Oh."

"Oh. Uh... So... listen, if, uh, something..."

"Goes wrong?"

"Yeah. Uh... Would you mail this for me, please?" He handed Dr. Robert a letter addressed to Francesca.

"Sure," Dr. Robert said. "Would've thought you had something for your brother, Sam."

"If I don't make it back, nothing I say is gonna mean a damn thing to him," Dean said.

Eva inserted an IV needle into his arm and Dean cried, "Ahh!"

"Don't be a baby," Eva retorted.

"You know, a little bedside manner would be nice," Dean shot back.

"Are we ready?" Dr. Robert questioned. "Hmm?"

"You've got three minutes."

He flatlined and Eva said, "No pulse, no sinus rhythm."

"He's dead."

Dean walked up and saw his dead body. "Good times." He walked back out to the convenience store.

"This better work," Dean muttered. "Messorum evoco qui me tetigit."

Tessa frowned. "Dean? What the hell?"

"What do you know? It worked."

"I was in Sudan! What's with yanking me ov -- wait, why are you dead?"

"Tessa, I need a favor."

"Oh, you're kidding. You died to ask me-"

"Tell your boss I need to talk to him."

"No."

"Please?"

"Where do you get the nerve?"

"Desperate times."

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