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( SEASON 7, TIME FOR
A WEDDING )

CLUB IN LAS VEGAS
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      Dean is drinking beer with a Waitress while sitting at a table with his back to the dancers on stage. "Okay, you won't believe it. People think I just say it to get a bigger tip." The Waitress says.

      "Try me." Dean says.

      "Fine. I'm in grad school. See? Okay? There's a look." She laughs. "Okay? Stop."

      "No, this is my 'I dig smart chicks' look. Now, if they, uh, if they wore that, I... I wouldn't have dropped out of school." Dean says. "But I am in kind of a growing relationship now with the girl of my dreams, so..."

      "Oh, I wasn't hitting on you." The Waitress says and pours a drink. "So, what's your deal?"

      "My deal?" Dean asks.

      "Yeah, okay. You came in here looking like somebody shot your puppy."

       "Well, things are looking up now that your shift's over. All right. Uh, here's the deal." Dean says. "I have this friend. He's got this younger brother. Right? Cannon's a little loose. You know, his reactor blew a while back. It's not good. Um... My friend—he's, uh... He's kind of been sitting, waiting to see if he goes guano again."

      "And I assume it just hit the fan?" She asks.

       "Well, that's the thing. It didn't. The kid's all reasonable now, considering he's crazy. Well, he's—I mean, he's not crazy." Dean says. "He—he's starting to seem like things might be getting a little better."

        "Well, that's a good thing, right?"

        "It's a freakin' miracle. Except... when it happens during their, uh... their sacred annual pilgrimage to Vegas... and he goes off on some granola-munching hike in the desert by himself." Says Dean.

       "Well, maybe he just needs some time alone." The Waitress says.

       "Yeah."

       "We all need to face ourselves sometime." She says.

       "Maybe he does." Dean says.

       "Wasn't talking about him."

       Dean's phone beeps. "Excuse me." Dean's phone reads: 10:23pm From: Sammy 348 Twain Ave WEAR FED SUIT! "Speak of the devil. He's four blocks away?"

      "See? Baby bro needs you after all."

WHITE CHAPEL
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      Dean, dressed in a suit, walks down the hallway. Elena, who is wearing a red dress, follows him. A light flickers above them and they draw their guns. As they moves to open the double doors at the end of the hallway, Sam opens the doors from the inside. Sam is wearing a suit and a pink boutonniere. Dean points his gun at Sam.

      "Dean. Elena. It's okay. You won't need that. Come on." Sam puts a hand on Dean's shoulder and leads him into the chapel. Elena filled with a confused look on his face.

      A Woman and a Man are sitting against the wall. The Woman is reading a book and the Man doing a crossword from a newspaper.

       "I thought you were out, uh, becoming one with the land or some crap." Dean says.

      "You got to—come here." Sam moves Dean into position next to Elena. "All right. Now...Dean." Sam turns to the Woman and Man. "Hi." He pins a pink carnation boutonniere on Dean.