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( BABYSITTING )

GAS 'N' SIP
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        One guy walks out, holding the door for another guy walks in with a case of beer who says "Thanks." A hand hits a button for the Idaho Lotto ticket. (Number 24 27 74 22 44 47 ?)

       Castiel hands the ticket to a woman. "Good day, ma'am." He gives her an emphatic thumbs-up, and says very intensely. "And good luck!" She looks a little puzzled and gives him a thumbs-up as she leaves. The next customer in line is Dean.

       "I'll have some beef jerky and a pack of menthols." Dean says.

       "What are you doing here?" Asks Castiel.

       "Gee, it's nice to see you, too, Cass."

        "It's ... Steve now." Cass gestures towards his employee name tag. "And... uh, you know you surprised me."

       "Well, the feeling is mutual." Dean says. "I mean, I knew you had to lay low from the angel threat, but, uh, wow. This is some cover."

       "My Grace is gone. What did you expect? Do you have any idea how hard it was?" Asks Castiel. "When I fell to earth, I didn't just lose my powers. I – I had nothing. Now... I'm a sales associate." He says proudly.

       "A sales associate?" Dean asks.

       The beer delivery guy hands 'Steve' a clipboard. "Hey, Steve. Sign here?" He asks.

       Castiel takes the clipboard and signs it, continuing to speak to Dean. "I'm responsible for inventory, sales, customer service. I keep this place —" He hands the clip board to the delivery guy, who says "Thank you" and leaves. "– Thank you. Clean and presentable. And when my manager's busy, I even prepare the food."

       "Wow. So you went from fighting ... heavenly battles to nuking taquitos?" Dean asks.

       Castiel nods. "Nachos too." He says.

BUNKER DUNGEON
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        Crowley is chained to a chair, with a table in front of him. Sam is sitting on the edge of the table. Crowley holds a paper with the 'doodles' of the cuneiform. "I've been politely asking for reading material for weeks, and this is what you bring me?" Crowley puts the paper on the table and pushes it back toward Sam. "Pass."

       "Can you read Elamite or not?" Sam asks.

       "It's by no means my favorite of the ancient tongues, but yes." Crowley says.

       "Will you help us read it?" Asks Sam.

       "Why on earth would I?"

       "Because I was there that night. I saw what humanity did to you." Sam says as Crowley scoffs very quietly. "Like it or not, there's still a little part of you that's not a douche."

      "Sorry, Moose. To the last drop." Crowley says as Sam gets off the table, and leans over it towards Crowley. "Crowley, the only reason you're alive is because my brother thought you would be useful. So far you've done Jack." He sighs, and shakes his head. "Back to plan 'B', I guess." Sam stands up fully, takes the paper, starts walking away.

       "Which is?"

        "Give you up to Abaddon." Sam says.

        "You think you can threaten me with that hack?!" Crowley asks and Sam pauses, turns around to face him. "She's all fury, no finesse."