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( WHAT'S UP, TIGER MOMMY? )

CHICAGO, ILLINOIS

BANK
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         A Woman bank employee is leading a man towards the safety deposit vaults. "So sorry to have kept you waiting, Mr. Vili. It's just...it's been so long since you checked in with us. We had to dig through our archives." She says.

        "Don't worry about me, dear. I've got plenty of time." Mr Vili says.

       "Which box is it again?"

       "One." He says.

        "I'm... sorry. Did you say one, as in box number one?" The Woman asks.

       "If memory serves."

        The Woman unlocks a safety deposit box and carries it to a table. "During our last renovation, we had to replace the safe boxes, and we put yours inside a new one." She says.

        "Ah..." Mr Vili lifts his box out of the one the Woman opened. He unlocks it and smiles. The Woman gasps. He lifts a bone, which shines with light for a moment, out of the box.

       "I'm...sorry, sir, but... is that a bone?"

        "Not just any bone, my dear. An extremely valuable one." Vili says.

       "Well, I'm happy we were able to keep it safe for you all these years." The Woman says.

       "Hmm."

       "Is there anything else I can help you with today?" She asks.

       "Why, yes, now that I think about it. I'd like to make a withdrawal." Vili says as he attacks the Woman and she screams. Blood splatters the wall lined with safety deposit boxes.

SUPERNATURAL

RESTAURANT
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        Dean is eating a hamburger at an outdoor table and speaks with his mouth full. "Are you kidding me? You're kidding me." He says. Kevin was previously talking to him.

       "What? Is it too much to ask if we can swing by and check on my mom?" Kevin asks.

       "'Swing by'? It's a day's drive in the opposite direction. You know that, right?" Dean asks.

       "Yes. I understand we're in a hurry."

       "Okay, well, then, what's the problem?" Dean asks.

       "Channing's broken neck is my problem!" Kevin yells. "As in I'd rather not see my mom twisted into a corkscrew."

       "Kid's got a point, Dean." Says Sam.

       "Stay out of this." Dean says and Sam smiles. "Kevin, your mom is fine." A waitress brings more food.

      "How can you possibly know that?"

       "Because Crowley needs her to be, okay? In fact, he's probably got the place stacked with bodyguards right now, protecting her so that when you do show up, they'll pounce on you both."

       "Is that supposed to make me feel better?" Asks Kevin.

      "She's bait, man, plain and simple. And you want to swim right up and bite the hook?" Dean asks. "Look, we have got Crowley by the short and curlies, okay? All we need to do is find the tablet, whip up the spell, and – boom! – sunshine and sandy beaches."