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       "Oh, that's not right." Sam says.

       "Okay, guys, let's begin again." Bob says.

        "Yeah." Dean says.

        "Yeah."

        "You know, I don't think Virgil would have shagged out of here without getting his mitts on that key." Dean says.

       "Yeah. Yeah, I agree."

       "Guys...You can't come to work on poppers and smuggle kidneys in from Mexico and make up your own lines as you go!" Bob yells. "You cannot make up your own lines! Good god, what about your careers?"

       "You know what? Screw our careers, Bob." Sam says.

       "What?!

       "You heard my brother. That's right, I said "brother." 'cause you know what, Bob? We're not actors. We're hunters. We're the Winchesters. Always have been, and always will be. And where we're from, people don't know who we are." Dean says. "But you know what? We mattered in that world. In fact, we even saved a son of a bitch once or twice. And yeah, okay, here, maybe there's some—some fans who give a crap about this nonsense."

       "I wouldn't call it nonsense." Bob says.

       "But, Bob Singer—If that even is your name—Tell me this—What does it all mean?" Asks Dean.

       "Okay. This is good. I mean, we've all had our psychotic breaks, right? I can work with this."

      "Dean. Virgil—I think he has the key." Sam says.

       "We quit." Dean says.

ALLEY
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       "Okay, okay, okay. Easy, easy." Misha says.

       "How do you do it?" Virgil asks.

       "Please."

       "Live in this grubby, shabby desert?" Virgil asks. "Nothing greater than yourselves."

       "Ohh."

       "Nothing but dirt when you die." Virgil says.

       "What? Aah! Aah! Aah! Oh, oh." Misha says.

       "No power, no magic."

       "I'm so—I'm not following you at all." Says Misha.

       "There's no magic in your universe!" Virgil yells as a homeless man watches from a distance.

      "I'm sorry! Please!"

      "Nothing but a bag of strings and pulleys." Says Virgil.

       "What?!" Misha asks.

       "You should thank me for what I'm about to do."

      "Why? What are you about to do?" Asks Misha.

      "I need to make an important call. I pray to god that it even goes through." Virgil stabs Misha. "This is what I've been reduced to." He looks into his chalice of blood. "Raphael."

PADALECKI MANSION
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       "Maybe we can get on the police dispatch system." Sam says.

       "Put out an A.P.B on Virgil. Might work, if he stays obvious." Elena says.

       "It's not like we have a lot of time." Sam says.