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( HEY, BROTHER )

BASE CAMP LIVING ROOM
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      Sam is alone in the room, still tied to the chair. Roger comes in. "Who the hell are you?" Sam asks. Roger takes off his glasses. "What are you?"

      "You caught me. Popped in to watch. I can hustle like that." Roger says.

      "So, the Roger everyone around here knows, the real Roger?" Sam asks.

      "Buried in a ditch."

      Sam rolls his eyes and nods. Roger closes the door, moves another chair, and sits down. "So who are you?" Sam asks.

      "Here's a hint. I was in Germany. Then in Germany. Then in the Middle East. I was in Darfur when my beeper went off. I'm waiting to hook up with my siblings. I've got three. We're going to have so much fun together."

      Sam nods, realizing what Dean just did: this is one of the Four Horsemen, WAR. "I know who you are. There aren't any demons in town, are there?" He asks.

       "Nope. Just frightened people ripping each other's throats out. I really haven't had to do too much." War says. "Take out a bridge here, lay in a little hallucination there, sit back, pop some corn, watch the show. Frankly, you're really vicious little animals, Sam."

      "No. You're doing this."

      "Please. Last week, this was Mayberry. Now these people are stabbing each other's children." War says.

      "Cause you made them see demons!" Sam yells.

      "Honestly, people don't need a reason to kill each other. I mean, you seen the Irish? They're all Irish." War says and Sam rolls his eyes. "You think I'm a monster. I'm jello shots at a party. I just remove inhibitions."

      "I'm gonna kill you myself." Sam says.

      War laughs. "Oh, that's adorable, considering you're my poster boy." He says.

      "What's that supposed to mean?" Sam asks.

     "You can't stop thinking about it, ever since you saw it dripping off the blade of that knife."

      Sam is breathing hard. "You're wrong." He says.

      "Save your protests for your brother. I can see inside your head. And man, it is one-track city in there. Blood, blood, blood. Lust for power. Same as always. You want to be strong again. But not just strong. Stronger than everybody. Good intentions-quick slide to hell, buddy boy. You feel bad now? Wait till you're thigh deep in warm corpses. Because, my friend, I'm just getting started." War stands up and puts his glasses back on. "Showtime for the meatsuits. Watch this." War twists his ring. Blood flows down his forehead. He kicks over his chair, drops to the floor, and screams. Rufus kicks the door open, Jo right behind him. War looks up at them. "He did it!"

      "No!" Sam yells. To Rufus, Sam appears black-eyed.

      "He said they're coming! He said they're coming to get us!"

      "No, stop! Jo, Rufus, he's lying! No!" Sam yells.

      "You shut your mouth!" Rufus yells.

      "Please! Jo! He's lying!" Sam yells as Rufus backhands Sam.

CHURCH BASEMENT
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      "So now you're saying that there are no demons and war is a guy." Austin says.

      "You believed crazy before." Dean says. Someone hammers on the door.