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( REICHENBACH )

JUNE 21, 2003

HOUSE
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       A young Cole wakes up in bed hearing sounds of a struggle downstairs. He leaves his room following the sounds of fighting. He sees a body on the ground downstairs and as he gets closer recognizes it.

      He rushes down the stairs, slipping on a pool of blood at the bottom. "Dad? Dad." Cole says. His father's throat is cut. "Dad?!" He starts to cry. "Daddy."

      Around the corner comes a figure with a bloody knife. The camera pans up to see it is Dean.

BARN
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       Cole is in the barn recounting the story to Sam who is still tied up. "And that was the night that Dean Winchester murdered my father. And that's... that's why he's gonna die." He says.

      "I'm sorry." Sam says.

       "I'm not looking for your sympathy, Sammy. I'm looking for your brother." Cole says. "So, why don't you tell me where Dean-o is, and then I'll let you go."

       "That's not gonna happen."

       "Really? Now, you know your brother gave me the, uh, green light to put one between your eyes, right?" Cole asks.

        "Dean...Dean isn't Dean right now. Now, look, I don't know who you are—" Sam starts.

       "Name's Cole. Listen, Sam...Every night...since I was 13 years old...Every night, I close my eyes and all I can see is your brother and all that blood...and my daddy." Cole says. "Now...I know Dean's family and all, but he gave you up. And you have no reason to protect him—none. So help me. Please."

       "Look, I'm sorry about your dad. Whatever happened... Dean had a reason. I don't know how to tell you this. There are monsters out there."

        "You don't think I know that? I did two tours in Iraq. Special Ops, Darfur...The Congo." Says Cole. "I've seen suicide bombers and child soldiers so hopped up on speed that they could barely talk! Oh, but they could sure as hell shoot an A.K."

       "Not that kind of monster." Sam says.

       "Don't tell me about monsters! 'Cause I've met my share."

         "I mean vampires! All right? Werewolves. Monster... monsters. Look in the bag." Sam motions with his head to his duffel sitting to the side. "Go on. Take a look. It's right there."

        Cole pulls a flask of Holy Water out. "I guess even psychos need to hydrate." He says.

       "It's holy water."

       Cole rolls his eyes. "Holy cow." He says.

       "Look, I'm not a psycho. And I'm not lying." Says Sam.

        "Well, you see, that's exactly what a psycho liar would say, so... See my dilemma?" Cole asks. He sets his own backpack on the table and pulls out a ball peen hammer. "I guess...We are just gonna have to do this the other way."

SUPERNATURAL

KILL DEER, NORTH DAKOTA

STRIP CLUB
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        Dean is watching a pole dancer and he is drinking, Elena nowhere in sight. He reaches up and touches her. She slaps his hand away. "No touching. House rules." She says.