Blind Leading the Blind

38. In the Beginning

INT. MOTEL ROOM

Dean and Maeve were asleep. Sam paused and looked at them before leaving the room.

EXT. MOTEL

A car pulled up. Sam got in the passenger's side.

Ruby, who was driving, asked, "Ready?"

"Definitely," Sam replied.

INT. MOTEL ROOM

Dean was dreaming. His face was terrified and he screamed. He and Maeve woke to find Castiel sitting on his bed.

"Hello, Dean," Castiel greeted. "What were you dreaming about? Hello, Maeve."

Dean frowned. "What, do you get your freak on by watching other people sleep? What do you want?"

"Listen to me. You have to stop it. She has to help."

"Stop what?" Dean and Maeve asked.

Castiel put two fingers to Dean's forehead and two to Maeve's.

EXT. STREET

Dean was sleeping on a bench.

An officer tapped one of the bench legs. "Move it buddy -- you can't sleep here."

"Okay... sleep... where?" Dean asked.

"Anywhere but here."

Dean tried to make a call on his cell, but got no signal. "Perfect."

He got up and entered Jay Bird's Diner.

Maeve was asleep on another bench and was awoken by a tapping. "Ma'am, you can't sleep here."

She huffed. "Whatever. Where?"

"Anywhere else but here."

She pulled out her phone and tried to call a number, but had no signal. "Hmm Officer! Know a good place where I can grab a bite to eat?"

The officer pointed to a diner.

"Um, I'm blind," Maeve said.

The officer nodded and led her to the diner and she entered.

"Maeve," Dean called.

She followed his voice and asked quietly, "What the hell is going on?"

"Beats me. You all right?"

"Yeah. You?"

"Yeah. I'm just really confused."

"You and me both."

Dean and Maeve sat at the diner's counter, Dean next to a young man.

"Hey, where the hell are we?" Dean asked.

"Jay Bird's Diner," the young man replied.

"Yeah, thanks. I mean, uh... city and state."

"Lawrence, Kansas."

"Lawrence," Dean repeated.

"Hey, are you okay, buddy?"

"Yeah, tough night," Dean said.

"Hey, uh, two coffees here, Reg," the young man said.

"Okay, coming right up," Reg replied.

"Thanks," Maeve said.

Reg nodded. "Sure thing, miss."

Dean pulled his cell from his coat pocket. "Can you tell me where I can get reception on this thing?"

The young man looked at the phone. "The USS Enterprise?"

Dean looked at Reg as he brought the coffees over. Reg was dressed in 1970s hippie gear.