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( THE HOLE )

       A hole appears in the wall where the rings were. Air is sucked into it. Sam stirs and Dean goes to him. "Sammy!"

      "Dean!" Sam yells just as Elena runs in and to his side.

      "Sam!" She yells.

      Sam groans. "I can feel him. Oh, god!" He yells.

       "You got to go now! Come on!" Dean helps Sam up. "Go now, Sammy. Now!"

      Sam walks towards the hole and takes some deep breaths. He then smiles and turns back to Dean. "I was just messing with you. Sammy's long gone." Lucifer turns back to the hole in the wall. "Chdr bvtmon tabges babalon." The hole closes.

      Lucifer removes the Horsemen's rings from the wall. "I told you... this would always happen in Detroit." He says. Lucifer disappears. Dean puts his hands to his head with tears in his eyes.

DIFFERENT BUILDING
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       Five people stand in a loose circle. Lucifer in Sam's body flexes his right arm, shoulder and hand. "Sam. Come on. I can feel you... scratching away in there." He looks in a mirror. "Look... I'll take the gag off, okay? You got me all wrong, kiddo. I'm not the bad guy here."

       "I'm gonna rip you apart from the inside out. Do you understand me?" Sam asks.

      "Such anger...Young Skywalker. Who are you really angry with? Me? Or that face in the mirror?"

      "I'm sure this is all a big joke to you, huh?" Sam asks.

      "Not at all. I've been waiting for you... for a long, long time." Lucifer says. "Come on, Sam. You have to admit—you can feel it, right?"

      "What?" Sam asks.

       "The exhilaration. And you know why that is? Because we're two halves made whole. M.F.E.O. Literally."

      "This feels pretty damn far from good." Says Sam.

       "I'm inside your grapefruit, Sam. You can't lie to me. I see it all—how odd you always felt, how... out of place in that... family of yours." Lucifer says. "And why shouldn't you have? They were foster care—at best. I'm your real family."

      "No, that's not true."

       "It is. And I know you know it. All those times you ran away, you weren't running from them. You were running towards me. This doesn't have to be a bad thing, you know." Says Lucifer. "I let Dean live, didn't I? I want him to live. I'll bring your folks back, too. I want you to be happy, Sam."

      "I don't want anything from you." Sam says.

      "Really? Not even a little payback?"

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

       "Look closely. None of these little devils look familiar to you?" Lucifer asks.

      "That's Mr. Bensman... One of my grade-school teachers." Sam says.

       "And that's your friend Doug from that time in East Lansing. And Rachel... your prom date. Sam Winchester, this is your life. Azazel's gang—watching you since you were a rugrat, jerking you around like a dog on a leash." Says Lucifer. "I know how you feel about them. Me too. So, what do you say you and I blow off a little steam?"

STREET
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      The news is playing on televisions in a store window. "Reports are flooding in—a 7.6 earthquake in Portland, 8.1 in Boston, more in Hong Kong, Berlin, and Tehran. The U.S.G.S. has no explanation but says to expect a six-figure death toll." Dean, Elena and Bobby are watching.