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( CRAZY HOUSE )

PATIENT LOUNGE
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      Dean is playing checkers with himself. He moves a piece. "King me!" He laughs.

      Dr. Cartwright walks up to Dean. "Eddie?" She asks. Dean looks up at her. "I'm Dr. Erica Cartwright. I've been assigned to your case."

       "You're my shrink?" Dean asks and smiles seductively. "Heh. Lucky me."

       Dr. Cartwright opens her file. "And you're my...paranoid schizophrenic with narcissistic personality disorder and religious psychosis." She closes her file and smiles. "Lucky me."

      Dean looks down awkwardly. "Hm." He says.

       "Can we talk?" Erica asks and sits opposite Dean at the table.

       "Yes. I actually got some questions for you." Dean says.

       "What a coincidence. I've got some for you, too."

       "Well, then...Quid pro quo, Clarice." Dean sucks his bottom lip into his mouth a couple times, just like Hannibal Lector.

      "Okay, Hannibal. I'll go first. How many hours a night do you sleep?" Asks Erica.

      "Three or four, every couple of nights. What can you tell me about the recent suicides in here?" Dean asks.

      "They were tragic."

      "But you haven't noticed anything...strange, like, uh...I don't know, black smoke or sulfur?" Dean asks.

      "No. Why? What's that supposed to mean?" Asks Erica.

      "Demon signs. I hunt demons, monsters, that kind of thing."

      "How many drinks do you have a week?"

      "Well, I gotta sleep sometime. So, uh, what's seven days times-somewhere in the mid fifties." Dean says. "You ever feel any, uh, cold spots or get a chill walking through the hospital?"

      "Not that I can remember. If I had?" Asks Dr Erica Cartwright.

      "It means there's a ghost around." Dean says.

      "Okay. When was the last time you were in a long-term relationship?"

      "Define long-term." Dean says.

      "More than two months."

      "Never. Have the patients reported seeing anything weird?" Asks Dean.

      "In here?" Erica asks and laughs. "All the time." She says.

      "Right."

      "So..." Dr Cartwright leans towards Dean. "let's talk about your father."

HALLWAY
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      Dean follows several patients down the hall, his hands in his pockets and staring at the floor. He looks kind of depressed. Sam and Elena walk out of the doorway behind him. "Dean, hey." Sam says as Dean turns towards him. Sam frowns. "You okay?"

      "I just got thraped. So, no, I am not okay. Tell me you found something." Dean says.

      "Yeah. A guy says he saw the creature. We should talk to him. You wanna meet here in an hour?" Sam asks.