DEJÁ VU

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Pastor is at his pulpit. He looks up when a wind ruffles his hair and the candles on the alter. Meg enters the chuch. "Good Morning. Can I help you?" The Pastor asks.

The Pastor comes down from the pulpit. Meg walks forward and sits in a pew. "I kinda...I need to talk." She says.

"Well that's what I'm here for." He says.

"I've done some things. Not good things." Meg says.

"Well there's always forgiveness for us if we seek it." Pastor says.

"For everyone? Are you sure?" Meg asks.

"I like to say salvation was created for sinners. Tell me what's on your mind." The Pastor says.

"Well. I've lied. A lot. I've stolen. I've lusted. And the other day I met this man. A nice guy, you know? We had a really good chat, sort of like this...then I slit his throat and ripped his heart out through his chest." Meg blinks and her eyes go black. The Pastor jerks back. "Does that make me a bad person?"

The Pastor backs away. "I know what you are. You can't be here. This is hallowed ground."

"Please. Maybe that works in the minor leagues. But not with me." Meg says.

The Pastor runs for the door behind the pulpit and down the stairs. He unlocks a door and rushes inside, sliding a ready to go barricade across the door. He turns to a well stocked hunter's chest of weapons and starts scrambling for something.

Meg kicks open the door with ease, breaking the wood barricading it. The Pastor starts, then throws a knife covered in Sigils at Meg's head. She catches it easily. "You throw like a girl." Meg says.

"What do you want." The Pastor says.

"The Winchesters."

"I haven't spoken to John Winchester in over a year. You're wasting your time. Even if I did know where they were, I'd never tell you." The Pastor says.

"I know." Meg slits his throat with his own knife and he falls back into a chair, gasping, then dying. Meg smiles and walks away.

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he camera pans across a motel room and John's research. The walls are covered with information on the yellow eyed demon. Weather charts, hieroglyphics, pictures, newspaper articles, written notes, a shelf of books and more. John sits at a paper strewn desk, the Colt in front of him. Sam leans against the counter while Dean paces.

"So this is it. This is everything I know. Look, our whole lives we been searching for this demon right? Not a trace, just...nothing. Until about a year ago. For the first time I picked up a trail." John says.

"And that's when you took off." Dean says.

"Yeah. That's right. The demon must have come out of hiding, or hibernation." John says.

"All right so what's this trail you found?" Dean asks.

"It starts in Arizona, then New Jersey, California. Houses burned down to the ground. It's going after families, just like it went after us." John says.

"Families with infants?" Sam asks.

"Yeah. The night of the kid's six-month birthday." John says.

"I was six months old that night?" Sam asks.

"Exactly six months."

Sam adjusts his position. "So basically, this demon is going after these kids for some reason. The Same way it came for me? So Mom's death...Jessica. It's all because of me?" He asks.

"We don't know that Sam." Dean says.

"Oh really? Cause I'd say we're pretty damn sure Dean." Sam says.

Dean is now frustrated. "For the last time, what happened to them was not your fault." He says.

"Right. It's not my fault but it's my problem." Sam shouts.

"No it's not your problem it's our problem!" Dean yells back.

John stands up, ready to pry the brothers apart. "Okay. That's enough." He says. Everyone takes a breath and calms down.

"So why's he doing it. What does he want?" Sam asks.

"Look I wish I had more answers, I do. I've always been one step behind it. Look, I've never gotten there in time to save..." John looks down, unhappy.

"All right so how do we find it..before it hits again." Dean says.

"There's signs. It took me a while to see the pattern but it's there in the days before these fires signs crop up in an area. Cattle deaths, temperature fluctations, electrical storms. And then I went back and checked...and..." John starts.

"These things happened in Lawrence." Dean says.

John nods. "A week before your mother died. And in Palo Alto...before Jessica. And these signs, they're starting again." John says.

"Where." Sam asks.

"Salvation Iowa."

ohn's truck speeds along a misty road, followed closely by the Impala. After a few moments he pulls off to the side, the Impala follows and everyone springs out of their seats.

"God damn it!" John yells.

"What is it?" Dean asks.

"Son of a bitch." John continues.

"What is it!" Dean yells.

"I just got a call from Caleb." John says.

"Is he okay?" Dean asks.

"He's fine. Jim Murphy's dead."

"Pastor Jim? How?" Sam asks.

"His throat was slashed. He bled out. Caleb said they found traces of sulfur at Jim's place." John says.

"A demon." Dean asks as John nods. "The Demon?"

"I don't know. Could be he just got careless, he slipped up. Maybe the demon knows we're getting close." John says.

"What do we do?" Dean asks.

"Now we act like every second counts. There's two hospitals and a health centre in this county. We split up, cover more ground. I want records. I want a list of every infant that's going to be six months old in the next week." John says.

"Dad that could be dozens of kids. How do we know which one's the right one?" Sam asks.

"We check em all that's how. You got any better ideas?" John asks.

"No sir." John nods at them and they all turn back to their cars.

John stops, leaning on his trunk. Dean turns back as he opens his door and pauses. "Dad?" Dean asks.

"Yeah. It's Jim. You know, I can't..." John's face hardens. "This ends, now. I'm ending it. I don't care what it takes." They all get back in their cars and pull back onto the road, speeding into the distance.

eg hops down an alleyway, smiling. She comes to a stop, knowing that someone was following her. "I knew you'd show up eventually." She says.

Meg turns around to see a very angry Elena behind her. "Stop looking for them." She sneers.

"Aw, concerned for your boys?" Meg asks while circling. "Or is it just one Winchester in particular?"

Elena steps closer to Meg. "If I even see you near them, I'm gonna rip your heart out with my bare hands." She says through clenched teeth.

"I don't doubt you would, but you know what will happen if you did." Meg says. "He'd come after you and kill those boys in a heartbeat.

Elena smiles wickedly. "I know, but I didn't come here to fight. I need you to send a message."

"And what's that?" Meg smiles.

"Tell your master, if he even touches one hair on their heads, he's gotta deal with me'." Elena says and walks away.

ohn pulls up in front of 'salvation Children's Hospital'. He opens the container between the seats and shuffled through the number of IDs there, selecting one and pinning it to his jacket.

Sam is sitting in a filing room, a nurse brings him another load of files. "Here you go officer." She says.

"Thank you." Sam says.

"You're welcome." Sam continues copying birth certificate information into his notebook.

A pretty receptionist hands a file to a hospital worker, then looks down at her clipboard. She looks up again as Dean walks in and pauses, looking around. She smiles as he turns to her desk.

He notes her gorgeousness and raises his eyebrows. "Hi. Is there anything I can do for you?" The Receptionist asks.

"Oh God yes." Dean says. She smiles and looks down. "Only I'm uh...working right now, so..."

Sam comes out of Salvation Medical Centre, flipping through his notebook, then cluthces his head as a vision hits him.

The Yellow Eyed Demon is in a babies nursery. He flashes to a mother looking out the window, he hears a train, and then see's the demon again. As soon as the vision finishes and he can focus again he quickly pulls out a map.

Later, Sam is in a park, checking his map again. As he does he gets the vision flashes again. When it's over he realizes the house from the vision is in front of him. The woman from his vision pushes a pram along the road while holding an umbrella.

He approaches. "Hi. Here, let me hold that for you. You look like you don't need that anymore." Sam says.

"Oh. Thanks." She closes her umbrella while Sam holds her pram.

He looks inside. "She's gorgeous. Is she yours?" Sam asks.

"Yeah."

Sam turns to the baby. "Oh wow, hi! Oh sorry, I'm rude. I'm Sam. I just moved in up the block."

"Hi. I'm Monica. This is Rosie." Monica says.

"Rosie? Hi Rosie." Sam says.

"So, welcome to the neighbourhood." Monica says.

"Thanks." Sam says and looks at the baby. "She's such a good baby!"

"I know, I mean she...she never cries. She just stares at everybody. Sometimes she looks at you and I swear it's...it's like she's reading your mind." Monica says.

"What about you Monica? Have you lived here long?" Sam asks.

"My husband and I, we bought our place just before Rosie was born." Monica says.

"And how old's Rosie?" Sam asks.

"She's six months today. She's big right? Growing like a weed."

Sam is distracted. "Yeah. Monica..." He starts.

"Yeah?" Monica asks.

"Just ahhh,just take care of yourself okay?" Sam asks.

"Yeah, you too Sam. We'll see you around." As Monica turns to her house a station wagon pulls into the drive, honking. "There's Daddy!"

Sam's vision returns again. The clock in the bedroom stops, the nursery rhyme playing stops, a wind sweeps through. A black figure approaches the bed. Monica pushes the door open from the hallway and see's the figure standing over her daughters bed.

"What are you..." Monica starts.

The fugure turns to her. She is pulled back to the wall and slides up it to the ceiling. Blood starts dripping from her stomach. "Rosie!" The room bursts into flame.