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━ AT A CAFÉ, Dean is flipping through a newspaper, Sam on his laptop, and Elena is drinking her coffee.
Dean folds the paper and looks at Sam. "Well dude. Not a decent lead in all of Nebraska. What've you got?"
"Well, I've been scanning Wyoming, Colorado, South Dakota. Here. A woman in Iowa fell 10,000 feet from an airplane and survived."
"Sounds more like 'That's Incredible' than, uh, 'Twilight Zone'."
"Yeah."
Dean smirks, "Hey you know we could just keep heading east. New York. Upstate. We could drop by and see Sarah again. Huh? Cool chick man, smokin'." He whistles. "You two seemed pretty friendly. What do you say?"
"Yeah, I don't, maybe someday. But in the meantime, we got a lot of work to do Dean, and you know that." Sam says.
"Yeah, all right. What else you got?"
"Uh, a man in Colorado, local man named Daniel Elkins, was found mauled in his home."
"Elkins? I know that name."
"Doesn't ring a bell."
Dean mutters under his breath. "Elkins...Elkins...Elkins."
"Sounds like the police don't know what to think. At first, they said it was some sort of bear attack and now, they've found some signs of robbery."
Dean starts flicking through John's journal, "There, check it out." He hands the journal to Sam and points. 'D Elkins 970-555-0158' Daniel Elkins
"You think it's the same Elkins?" Sam asks.
"It's a Colorado area code." Dean answers.
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The impala cruises down the road.
Later, the door opens slowly to reveal Sam putting away his lock pick, Dean with a flashlight, and Elena following behind.
Dean looks around at the mess. "Looks like the maid didn't come today." He says.
"Hey, there's salt over here. Right beside the door." Elena points out.
Dean flicks through Elkins' journal. "You mean protection against demon salt, or 'oops I spilled the popcorn' salt."
"Well, it's clearly a ring. You think this guy Elkins was a player?" Sam questioned.
