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ROAD
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ONE YEAR AGO

      Sam and Samuel exit a large building on the docks. "You okay?" Samuel asks.

      "Yeah." Sam says.

      "How's the arm?"

      "It'll hold till we get out of town." Says Sam.

      "Just don't bleed out, all right?" Samuel says.

      "Yeah, well, that's the plan." Sam and Samuel are in a van. Lights appear behind them.

      "Cop." Samuel says as Deputy Atkins approaches the van. "Evening, Deputy."

      "Agent Roark, Agent Wynand, mind stepping out of the van a moment?"

       Sam and Samuel exit the van. "We're just on our way to the office. Everything okay?" Samuel asks.

      "No. I can't get Sheriff Dobbs on the phone. I can't get anyone!" Atkins yells.

       "We spoke to Dobbs earlier. Maybe he's just, uh—" Samuel starts.

       Deputy Atkins notices Sam's bloody sleeve. "Is that blood?"

       "Hey, look, there's no need to get riled." Samuel says.

      "You're coming with me." Atkins says.

      "All right. We'll follow you back."

      "I don't think so. Get in my car, or you're under arrest." Says Atkins.

      "You're gonna arrest two federal agents? Really?" Sam laughs. "Have a good night." He turns away.

      "If you think—"

      "Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, just hold—" Samuel starts. Sam beats Deputy Atkins bloody, until he is unconscious. "You think there were maybe calmer ways we could have done all that?"

      "Do we care? Let's go."

SUPERNATURAL

MOTEL ROOM
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      Sam is listening to the television news program intently. "Sources said prosecutors were getting closer to a decision on whether to charge the actor. But they adamantly denied that any prosecution was in any..."

      "What are you watching?" Dean asks.

      "Just trying to catch up." Sam says. "So...Mel Gibson really took a turn this past year, huh?"

      "Or he's possessed. Seriously, think about it." Dean says. "So, I just got off the blower with Bobby."

      "Oh, yeah? You got anything else on this, uh, 'Mother of All' thing?" Asks Sam.

      "Uh, no, nothing solid. He says it's quiet." Dean says.

      Sam's cell phone dings, announcing a new text. "Quiet like quiet or quiet like too quiet?" He asks.

      "When is it ever just quiet?" Dean asks.

      "Right." Sam checks his cell phone and sees he has received a text message of coordinates: "Hmm."

       "What?" Dean asks and Sam shows him. "What are these, coordinates? Who's it from?"

      "I have no idea." Sam looks the coordinates up on a map.