REUNITED AND IT FEELS AWKWARD

SCENE ONE

High noon reaches across the sky as the shimmering black Impala barrels down the forest framed road. Inside the song, "dreamer" by "Ozzy Osbourne" has just begun playing over the radio. The driver, Dean Winchester stares out the windshield his mind drifting to other places. The passenger Sam Winchester wipes the sleep from his face as he wakes from another stiff neck, cramped limbs sleep he has grown to accept.

The roar of the engine bounces off the forest wall, shaking as it dissipates among the clouds that have begun to gather overhead. Suddenly, without warning Dean slams on the brakes. The Impala forced into a tight fishtail then stopping dead center in the middle of the road. Dean and Sam look at each other. Disbelieve written all over their faces.

Hands reach from the back seat and Bobby Singer pulls his head between the two boys with his jaw dropped. "What the hell?" Confusion keeps him and the others starring at what sits before them. "Is this an illusion boys or have we crossed over into the- this can't be zone?" Bobby gets no answer as Dean steadies Baby, his Impala, and continues driving to their journeys end that lays just a few hundred yards ahead.

Parking close to the road Dean and the others step out of the car and walk towards the sound of hammers, saws and the faint chatter of a dozen or so people. Sam's hand reaches for the door and slowly pulls it open. Inside things look very familiar. The smell of smoke and whiskey fill their lungs. The juke box is playing, "The Devil Went Down To Georgia" by "Charlie Daniel's".

Dean, Sam, and Bobby just stand in a humdrum state. Out walks a familiar face, long missed and should never be seen again face, from the back room next to the bar. "Well, it's about time boys, the usual, whiskey in a fast glass?" Ellen Harvelle walks behind the bar and grabs three glasses and begins to pour. She looks at the three still standing side by side. Her attention directed at Dean, "Wow, Are those for someone or are you just showing your feminine side?"

Looking down at his arms Dean hesitates for a moment then walks up to the bar and like a shy little boy he hands Ellen the oversized bouquet of white and yellow roses with one black rose purposely placed directly in the center. "Why... You shouldn't have." Ellen looks the flowers over. "Black rose- nice touch."

The three men in unison chug down the whiskey shot in front of them, keeping their eyes on Ellen.

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