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( BIRTHDAY CAKE )

BANK
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       A 1-ton anvil stands in the middle of the bank. Underneath it is a bloody mass. "That's loony, all right." Elena says. Castiel is inspecting a card machine at the personal teller desk. Detective Glass walks over to Sam and Dean.

       "Agents. I was just about to give you a ring. Got to ask – do you boys chase the crazy, or does the crazy chase you?" She asks.

       "Depends on the day." Sam says.

       "Who's the pancake?" Asks Dean.

       "Security guard. He called in reporting a robbery, but by the time we got here –"

       "A robbery?" Asks Sam.

       "Looks like the 'Black Hole' was trying to jimmy open a safe-deposit box when Mr. Rent-A-Cop found him. And, well..." Glass starts as a crime scene investigator takes a picture of a large black circle on a wall. "...you know how that story ends."

       "Black hole?" Castiel asks.

        "It's our name for a burglar that's been running us ragged. He's a pro – no fingerprints, never any sign of forced entry – just a pair of those every time..." Detective Glass says as the camera pans to one of the large black circles. "...like he's signing his work. Perp's never done anything like this before, though... obviously."

       "You mind if we take a look at your files on those other break-ins?" Sam asks.

       "No skin off my nose. I'm headed to the station now if you want a ride."

      "Perfect." Sam and Elena follow Detective Glass out of the bank.

       "Hey. Can you lift this?" Dean asks and Cas moves the anvil. An "X" is marked on the floor underneath it. "'X' marks the spot. Well, whoever's doing this is playing by cartoon rules."

       "Animation doesn't have rules." Castiel says.

       "Sure it does. In Toontown, a – a pretty girl can make your heart leap out of your chest, anvils fall from the sky, and if you draw a door or a black hole on the wall, you can stroll right through it." Dean says. They walk over to one of the black circles on the wall.

       "So this is how the thief got in."

       "And out. And cracked the vault." Dean says.

       Castiel touches the black circle. The wall behind it is solid. "Then why isn't it working now?" He asks.

       "I got no clue."

MOTEL ROOM
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       Dean is using the laptop at the table. Castiel is sitting on one of the beds, looking at John's journal. "Your father... Beautiful handwriting." Castiel says.

      "How you feeling, Cas?" Dean asks.

      "I'm fine."

       "Well, I just – I – I know that when... I got puked out of Purgatory, it took me a few weeks to... find my sea legs." Dean says.

       "I'm fine."

       "Don't get me wrong. I'm – I'm happy you're back. I'm – I'm freaking thrilled. It's just this whole mysterious-resurrection thing – it always has one mother of a downside."