Sam opens the door. On the other side is Pamela, and behind her Dean. They enter.
"I can't even begin to tell you how crazy you two are." Pamela Says
Pamela feels the counter, then the chair.
"Well, Pamela, you're a sight for sore eyes." Sam Says
Sam closes the door. Pamela turns around, lowering her sunglasses far enough to reveal white plastic eyes.
"Aw, that's sweet, grumpy, What do you say to deaf people?" Pamela Says
Dean looks down While Sam looks uncomfortable.
"Which one of you brainiacs came up with astral projection?" Pamela Asks
"Yo." Dean Says
"Of course. Chachi." Pamela Says
Dean turns to Sam and mouths 'Chachi?' Sam shrugs.
"So, let's be clear. You want to rip your souls out of your bodies and take a little stroll through the spirit world?" Pamela Says
"Mm-hm." Dean Says
"Do you have any idea how heavy-duty insane that is?" Pamela Says
"Maybe, but that's where the reaper is, so..." Dean Says
"So, it's nuts." Pamela Says
"Not if you know what you're doing." Dean Says
"You don't know what you're doing." Pamela Says
"No, but you do." Dean Says
"Yeah, I do. And guess what? I'm sick of being hauled back into your angel-demon, Soc-Greaser crap." Pamela Says
"Look, I'd love to be kicking back with a cold one, watching Judge Judy, too." Dean Says
"Nice. More blind jokes?" Pamela Says
"You know what I mean. We're talking the end of the world here, okay? No more tasseled leather pants, no more Ramones CDs, no more nothing." Dean Says
"Mm-hm" Pamela Says
"We need your help." Dean Says
Later Sam closes the curtains. Dean flicks closed a lighter and drops it on the table next to some of the several candles burning around the motel room. He brings one of the candles over to a bedside table, shielding the flame with one hand. Pamela is sitting on a chair between the beds.
"Tell me something, geniuses. Even if you do break into the veil and you find the reaper, how you gonna save it?" Pamela Says
Sam closes the curtains on another window.
"With style and class." Dean Says
"You're gonna be two walking pieces of fog who can't touch or move anything. You'll be defenseless, hotshot." Pamela Says
"I seem to recall a bunch of ghosts beating the crap out of us." Dean Says
"Yeah, well, they had plenty of time to practice." Pamela Says
"Well, then, I guess we got to start cramming." Dean Says
"Wow, couple of heroes All right Lie down Close your eyes." Pamela Says
Sam and Dean are lying on the beds.
"Animum vult decipi, ergo decipiatur. Vis, vis, vis. Okay, guys. That's it. Showtime." Pamela Says
Dean sits up as the room goes from full color to shades of blue. He looks at Pamela.
"Well, nothing like shooting blanks. What's plan B?" Dean Says
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