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( DEJÁ VU )

CHURCH BLUE EARTH
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      A Pastor is at his pulpit. He looks up when a wind ruffles his hair and the candles on the alter. Meg enters the chuch. "Good Morning. Can I help you?" The Pastor asks.

      The Pastor comes down from the pulpit. Meg walks forward and sits in a pew. "I kinda...I need to talk." She says.

      "Well that's what I'm here for." He says.

      "I've done some things. Not good things." Meg says.

      "Well there's always forgiveness for us if we seek it." Pastor says.

      "For everyone? Are you sure?" Meg asks.

      "I like to say salvation was created for sinners. Tell me what's on your mind." The Pastor says.

      "Well. I've lied. A lot. I've stolen. I've lusted. And the other day I met this man. A nice guy, you know? We had a really good chat, sort of like this...then I slit his throat and ripped his heart out through his chest." Meg blinks and her eyes go black. The Pastor jerks back. "Does that make me a bad person?"

      The Pastor backs away. "I know what you are. You can't be here. This is hallowed ground."

      "Please. Maybe that works in the minor leagues. But not with me." Meg says.

      The Pastor runs for the door behind the pulpit and down the stairs. He unlocks a door and rushes inside, sliding a ready to go barricade across the door. He turns to a well stocked hunter's chest of weapons and starts scrambling for something.

      Meg kicks open the door with ease, breaking the wood barricading it. The Pastor starts, then throws a knife covered in Sigils at Meg's head. She catches it easily. "You throw like a girl." Meg says.

      "What do you want." The Pastor says.

      "The Winchesters."

      "I haven't spoken to John Winchester in over a year. You're wasting your time. Even if I did know where they were, I'd never tell you." The Pastor says.

      "I know." Meg slits his throat with his own knife and he falls back into a chair, gasping, then dying. Meg smiles and walks away.

MANNING, COLORADO

MOTEL ROOM
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      The camera pans across a motel room and John's research. The walls are covered with information on the yellow eyed demon. Weather charts, hieroglyphics, pictures, newspaper articles, written notes, a shelf of books and more. John sits at a paper strewn desk, the Colt in front of him. Sam leans against the counter while Dean paces.

      "So this is it. This is everything I know. Look, our whole lives we been searching for this demon right? Not a trace, just...nothing. Until about a year ago. For the first time I picked up a trail." John says.

      "And that's when you took off." Dean says.

      "Yeah. That's right. The demon must have come out of hiding, or hibernation." John says.

      "All right so what's this trail you found?" Dean asks.

      "It starts in Arizona, then New Jersey, California. Houses burned down to the ground. It's going after families, just like it went after us." John says.