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( THE SONG REMAINS THE SAME )

DEAN'S DREAM

STRIP CLUB

      Warrant's "Cherry Pie" plays. Dean is seated on a couch in front of a small stage lit from below. An erotic dancer performs for him: skinny, hot, white, brunette, and dressed in a "sexy devil" outfit.

      "Oh, I take it all back. I love the devil." Dean says. He shuts his eyes for a moment and opens them to see that a second dancer-blonde and dressed in a "sexy angel" outfit-has joined the first. Now, that's what I call peace on earth. They lean over him, hovering near a kiss, then part. The music ends abruptly: Anna is on the stage. She stares at him. He stares back. "Anna?" Dean shifts uncomfortably. The dancers are gone. "I was just, uh, working on a case."

      "This is what you dream about." Anna says.

       Dean looks away and ducks his head. "This is awkward. Why are you gate-crashing my head? Why don't you just swing by the motel?" He says. Anna sits next to Dean.

      "I can't find you." Anna says.

      "Oh. Cas did this thing." Dean indicates his ribs.

      Anna looks away. "Cas. Right. Now, there's a friend you can count on." She says.

      "What?" Dean asks.

      "He didn't tell you?"

      "Tell me what?" Asks Dean.

      "Where I've been." Anna says. "Of course not. Why would he?"

      "Where have you been?"

      "Prison. Upstairs. All the torture, twice the self-righteousness." Anna says.

      "Why wouldn't he have told us where you were?" Dean asks.

      "Because he's the one who turned me in. Don't look so shocked. He was always a good little soldier. Did anything under orders."

      "I didn't know. Are you okay?" Dean asks.

      "No. And I don't have long. I broke out. Barely. They're looking for me. If they find me-" Anna starts.

      "Okay. What do you need?"

      "Meet me. Two-two-five Industrial. And, please, just-" Anna starts.

MOTEL ROOM
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      Dean wakes abruptly. "Hurry." Anna finishes. Dean sits up, breathing heavily

WAREHOUSE
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      Anna enters a dark space, presumably 225 Industrial. Wind blows, sounding like voices. Anna looks around. "Hello? Who's there?" She calls. Light bulbs overhead burst in showers of sparks. Anna turns slowly, and Castiel appears behind her.

      "Hello, Anna."

      "Well. If I didn't know any better..." Anna turns around. "I'd say the Winchesters don't trust me."

      "They do. I don't. I wouldn't let them come." Castiel circles Anna. She turns to keep facing him.

      "And why is that?" Anna asks.

      "If you're out of prison, it's because they let you out. And they sent you here to do their dirty work." Castiel says.

      "And what makes you so sure?"