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"You know, having a cranky total paranoid as your go-to guy – that's – it's... I don't know what it is." Dean says. "What, are you going for, like, the Guinness record of caffeine consumption? That's like your fifth this morning."

"Yeah, well, every time I close my eyes, Lucifer is yelling into my head. It's like I let him in once, now I can't get rid of him." Sam says.

"You know he's not actually..." Elena starts.

"Yeah. Yeah, no. I know. Uh, try telling that to the volume control inside my brain."

"Well, did you try the hand thing?" Asks Dean.

"Yeah." Sam says. "Anyway, long as I'm awake, check it out." He hands Dean the newspaper. "They're saying drugs, but read between the lines. Sounds like she danced her own feet off. Might be our kind of thing."

"Dancers. They are toe shoes full of crazy." Dean says.

"You – and you would know this how?" Elena asks.

"I saw 'Black Swan'. Twice. Hot tutu-on-tutu action? Come on, Sam. What's wrong with you?" Dean asks.

"Wow. The depths of your – Anyway, it's in Portland, a couple hours away. What do you think?" Sam asks.

"Yeah, dancers. Why not? Maybe you'll get some sleep on the way." Dean says.

"Yeah, maybe." Sam says. They drive away in a black car that is not the Impala.

PORTLAND
POLICE STATION
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Sam, Elena and Dean enter the police station. "So, the usual—no EMF, no sulfur, no hex junk." Sam says.

"If there's no more dancers to interview on this trip, it could be a bust. Although I hear they have good coffee in Portland." Dean says.

"Dude, that's Seattle. Oh, let's just get the drill over with." Sam says.

The Duty Officer behind the desk is talking to another Officer. Dean clears his throat and Sam raises a hand. The Duty Officer raises a hand in acknowledgment, but continues to talk.

"Later." The Officer leaves.

"Hi." Elena waves.

"Yeah?"

"Uh, we'd like to see the crime-scene photos from the Irina Koganzon case, please." She says.

"And you would be..." The Officer says.

"Oh." Dean says as he, Elena and Sam show their FBI ID.

"Give me a minute."

"Take your time." Dean says. Another Officer is writing on an evidence bag that contains the ballet shoes. He puts the bag down on a table, at which a Young Girl is drawing. She reaches out an arm for the bag.

"No, you can't touch those, honey. Those are for Daddy's work." Officer 2 says.

"Daddy... I have to go pee." She says.

"Sweetie, you know where the little girls' room is." Officer 2 says as The Duty Officer gives Dean a case file that contains a crime scene picture of Irina and the ballet shoes.

"Yeah, I'd call that weird." Dean says.

The Young Girl enters the ladies room. The ballet shoes are on the floor. She closes the door behind her and puts one shoe on. It magically resizes to fit her feet.