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DAY, MONUMENT, COLORADO.
SAM rushes tha fuck into a funky-ass bedroom. DEAN bigs up n' shuts tha door. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. They search tha room. DEAN checks tha drawers, while SAM checks tha safe.
DEAN
Any sign of it?
SAM
Nothing. Is you shizzle dis is Bela’s room, biatch?
DEAN
(Holdz up two wigs n' shows dem ta SAM) I’d say so.
Suddenly tha beeper rings n' they share a look. DEAN strutts ta tha beeper n' looks at SAM whoz ass shakes his head. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! DEAN picks up tha beeper n' lyrics it cautiously. It’s BELA, whoz ass is callin from her car. Shiiit, dis aint no joke.
BELA
Dean, biatch? Sweetie, is you there?
DEAN
Where is yo slick ass?
BELA
Two states away by now, nahmeean?
DEAN
Where?
BELA
Where’s our usual quippy banter, biatch? I miss dat shit.
DEAN
I want it back, Bela… now, nahmeean?
BELA
Yo crazy-ass lil pistol, you mean, biatch? (Looks all up in tha Colt on tha seat next ta her) Sorry, I can’t all up in tha moment.
DEAN
Yo ass KNOW how tha fuck nuff playas is gonna take a thugged-out dirtnap if you do this?
BELA
What exactly is it dat you be thinkin I plan ta do wit it?
DEAN
Take tha only weapon our crazy asses have against a army of demons n' push it ta tha highest bidder.
BELA
Yo ass know not a god damn thang bout mah dirty ass.
DEAN
I know I’m gonna stop you, biatch.
BELA
Tough lyrics fo' a muthafucka whoz ass can’t even find mah dirty ass.
DEAN
Oh, I’ll find you, dopeheart. Yo ass know why, biatch? Because I have straight-up not a god damn thang betta ta do than ta track you down.
BELA
That’s where you’re wrong. You’re bout ta be like occupied. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! (DEAN looks at SAM) Did yo dirty ass straight-up be thinkin I wouldn’t take precautions, biatch?
Suddenly five-o fools burst tha fuck into BELA’s room n' point glocks at SAM n' DEAN. They both raise they handz above they heads.
POLICE OFFICER 1
Handz up in tha air!
POLICE OFFICER 2
Down on yo' knees.
BELA hangs up tha beeper n' sighs up in relief.
DEAN
That biiiatch!
POLICE OFFICER 1
Turn around hommie! Now!
Da POLICE OFFICERS force DEAN n' SAM ta lie down on tha floor.
POLICE OFFICER 1
Sam n' Dean Winchester, you have tha right ta remain silent.
SAM n' DEAN peep feet come closer n' shit. They peep each other, then up.
POLICE OFFICER 1
Anythang you say can n' is ghon be used against you up in a cold-ass lil court of law. Yo ass have tha right ta drop a rhyme ta a attorney n' have a attorney present durin any questioning. If you cannot afford a lawyer, one is ghon be appointed fo' you at posse expense.
DEAN n' SAM look up ta peep Agent HENRIKSEN.
HENRIKSEN
Yo muthafuckas… It’s been a while.
DEAN n' SAM peep each other n' shit. DEAN closes his wild lil' fuckin eyes n' lays his head down on tha floor.