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ABANDONED HOUSE
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      Sam sits on a bed waiting. He hears The Impala approaching and finds Crowley downstairs. "Where's Dean?" Sam asks.

      "Now...For the record, I'm against this. Negotiating a high-level defection—It's very delicate business." Crowley says.

      "What are you talking about?" Sam asks.

      "I begged Dean not to come back. We should be miles away...from you. He replied with a colorful rejoinder about my "corn chute." Crowley says and Sam scoffs. "So, go ahead. Go—ruin our last best hope. It's only the end of the world."

      Sam enters the room where Dean has Brady, still hooded, tied to a chair. "Sam." Dean says.

      "What's going on, Dean?" Sam asks.

      "I need you to stay on mission, okay? Focused." Dean says.

      "I don't understand. What's all this about?"

       "I'm doing this 'cause I trust you." Says Dean.

       "Trust me to what?"

        "Sam?" Brady clears throat. "Sam, is that you?" Dean removes Brady's hood.

       "Brady?" Sam asks.

       Brady laughs. "Brady hasn't been Brady in years. Not since, oh..middle of our sophomore year?" He asks.

       "What?" San asks.

       "That's right. You had a devil on your shoulder even back then." Brady says. "All right, now, let it all sink in."

      "You son of a bitch. You son of a bitch!" Sam approaches Brady, Dean holds him back. "You introduced me to Jess!"

      "Ding, ding! I think he's got it!" Brady says as Sam struggles to push past Dean and get to Brady.

      "Damn it, Sam!" Dean yells.

       "I'm gonna kill you!" Sam yells as Dean pushes Sam out of the room, while Brady laughs. "Get out of my way!"

       "No." Dean says.

       "Get out of my way, Dean." Sam says.

       "There is only one way to win, and it ain't by killing that thing in there." Dean says. 

       "Well...sounds like you got him nice and fluffed. Thanks so much." Crowley says.

      "Listen to me. We need pestilence to get at the devil, and we need Brady to get to pestilence." Dean says.

      "Why? Because Crowley said so? Because we trust him now?" Sam asks. "Like I trusted Ruby? Or like I trusted Brady back at school?"

       "Look...Do the math yourself. If Lucifer wins, he'll turn this place into his kingdom. When the morningstar cleans house, we all get the mop." Crowley says.

       "He created us. Why would he destroy us? That makes no sense." Brady says. 

      "Look at who—at what he is. Then take a look at what we are."

       "Maybe you should be a little less worried about our necks and be a little more worried about yours." Brady says. 

      "Has crossed my mind. That's not really the point."