ROSE DALE MISSISSIPPI
1930
Robert Johnson's kneels in the dust at the dead center of the crossroads. He buries a rough sack tied with a string. He wears a hat and a brown blazer and has a guitar slung around his back. He stands. Suddenly behind him is a beautiful young woman in a white dress; he turns and sees her.
"Holy" Robert Says
"Holy?, Guess again" The Demon says as her eyes turns red as she walks slowly towards him on bare feet.
"I want to play guitar. I want you to make me the best blues man ever lived." Robert Says as She places a hand gently on his cheek.
"If that's what you want." The Demon Says as He nods and She smiles.
"So... how do we... do we shake on it?" Robert Says
As She shakes her head, still smiling, and pulls him in for a deep kiss. When she pulls back, his eyes are closed for a moment. He opens them slowly, and he is alone. He pulls his guitar into his hands and caresses it.
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CROSSROADS-PRESENT DAY
"So it's just like the Robert Johnson legend, right? I mean, selling your soul at the crossroads, kind of deal?" Sam Says
"Yeah, except that wasn't a legend. I mean, you know his music. Sam shrugs, You don't know Robert Johnson's songs? Elena You ?" Dean Says
"I know a couple" Elena Says
"Sam, there's, there's occult references all over his lyrics, I mean, Crossroad Blues? Me and the Devil Blues? Hellhound on My Trail?, Sam frowns, and Dean rolls his eyes. The story goes, he died choking on his own blood, he was hallucinating, and muttering about big evil dogs." Dean Says
"And now it's happening all over again." Sam Says
"Yeah." Dean Says
"We've gotta figure out if anyone else struck any bargains around here." Sam Says
"Great. So we've gotta clean up these peoples' mess for 'em? I mean, they're not exactly squeaky clean. Nobody put a gun to their head and forced 'em to play Let's Make A Deal." Dean Says
"So what, we should just leave them to die?" Elena Says
"Somebody goes over Niagara in a barrel, you gonna jump in and try to save 'em?" Dean Says
"Dean." Elena Says
"All right. Fine Rituals like this, you've got to put your own photo into the mix, right? So this guy probably summoned this thing, let's go and see if anyone inside knows him. If he's still alive." Dean Says
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DARROW HOME
Sam and Dean and Elena are walking up a set of wide, wooden stairs to the fourth floor of an apartment building.
"What's this guy's name again?" Sam Asks
"George Darrow. Apparently quite the regular at Lloyd's. Though this house probably ain't up next on MTV Cribs, is it?" Dean Says
"Yeah. So whatever kind of deal he made," Sam Says
"Wasn't for cash. Oh, who knows. Maybe this place is full of babes in Princess Leia bikinis. Elena Sighs,
No, I'm just saying, this guy's got one epic bill come due. Hope at least he asked for something fun." Dean Says As They reach the landing and stop in front of apartment 4C. The floor is dusted with a fine black powder.
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