Air Date: 11 May 2012

INT. TELEVISION STUDIO – DAY

A hand in front of the camera is counting down. A woman wearing a suit sits in a chair facing the camera.

Voice-OVER

…Business Watch, with our own Gloria Jane.

Gloria: Thanks, Phil. And now we turn our attention to agriculture, where an unlikely personality has now come on to the scene in a major way.

We see several video camera views of the scene: Gloria facing the camera, Gloria and DICK ROMAN sitting opposite each other, and DICK ROMAN facing the camera.

Gloria: Richard Roman, a CEO whose company dominates the defense and aviation sectors, not to mention being a giant in the motivational-speaking world.

DICK ROMAN

What can I say, Gloria? I'm a multitasker.

Gloria: Clearly. And now you've recently purchased controlling stock in Sucrocorp – among the world's leading manufacturers in high-fructose corn syrup. It's a pleasure to have you with us, Richard.

DICK ROMAN

Please. "Dick."

Gloria: So, tell us, Dick, why the recent fascination with big foods?

DICK ROMAN

Well, it's no secret we all love to eat, but now Sucrocorp will focus on eating well.

Gloria: Help me connect the dots. How will pumping sweeteners into our system make us healthier?

DICK ROMAN

One word – purity. We're dialing back the additives to deliver the highest quality all-American product you people deserve. America is for go-getters, folks who get off their butts and make it happen. And we need you just as healthy as you can be. Which is why we are diving whole hog into what keeps Americans living longer... and tasting better.

[While DICK ROMAN speaks, we see: Gloria

You do, of course, mean to say the foodwill be tasting better.

DICK ROMAN

That's exactly what I mean.

SUPERNATURAL

INT. TELEVISION STUDIO – DAY

Gloria is looking at the video screens with a producer.

Gloria: Yeah, very good.

DICK ROMAN hands his microphone to an assistant. Susan walks up to DICK ROMAN and puts a briefcase on the desk in front of him.

Susan: Your 11 a.m. is waiting in the conference room.

DICK ROMAN

Thank you, Susan.

DICK ROMAN

Susan... Are we still looking for a rep in mainstream media?

Susan: Yes, we are.

DICK ROMAN

Wunderbar. Put a replace order on Gloria there.

Susan: And with the corpse?

DICK ROMAN

Call Chef Fieri. I feel like barbecue.

INT. OFFICE – DAY

EDGAR is seated at a table opposite someone. DICK ROMAN enters.

DICK ROMAN

Kevin. Dick. I'm very excited to meet you.

KEVIN, with his mouth taped shut and his hands tied behind his back, is seated across the table from EDGAR.

DICK ROMAN

You nervous? Don't be. I'm your biggest fan. [He rips the tape off KEVIN's mouth.]I brought you a present. [He opens his briefcase and takes out the Word of God.]What's that say, Kev?

KEVIN

I don't know.

DICK ROMAN

Cute. Edgar?

EDGAR takes out a Kn*fe and walks over to KEVIN. KEVIN whimpers.

DICK ROMAN

Easy, Edgar. Don't scare the boy.

EDGAR cuts the binding on KEVIN's hands.

DICK ROMAN

You know, I've checked, Kevin. Number one in your class, winner of the Chad Kennedy top young scientist prize – all that on top of being Keeper of the Word. You're a clever young man. [He takes a laptop out of his briefcase, opens it and slides it towards KEVIN.]I'm confident you'll make the right choice here. But I see this is a negotiation. [He takes an envelope out of his briefcase.]Well, I will sweeten... the pot.

KEVIN

What is it?

KEVIN picks up the envelope and opens it.

DICK ROMAN

My sources tell me you're applying to Princeton. Letter of recommendation like that from a man like me – done.

KEVIN

I can't do it.

DICK ROMAN

I admire your gumption, kid. But I still think there's some wiggle room here. I tell you what – let's kick it up a notch. See if I can't change your mind. Edgar, that live feed up yet?

EDGAR

'Course.

EDGAR hits a button on a remote and footage of someone holding a Kn*fe to Mrs TRAN's throat appears on a large screen.

KEVIN

Ma? Mom?!

DICK ROMAN

Well, I think this negotiation is concluded.

KEVIN whimpers in distress.

DICK ROMAN

You drive a hard bargain, kid.

EXT. RUFUS' CABIN – DAY

A red car is parked outside.

INT. RUFUS' CABIN – DAY

Sam is typing on his laptop at the table. Dean is sitting on the sofa reading the notebook in which KEVIN translated the Word of God.

Dean: Okay, man, I have read this more times than the Playboy I found in Dad's duffel.

Sam: Anna Nicole?

Dean: Anna Nicole. Oh, the good – they die young, huh?

Sam exhales and smiles/grimaces.

Dean: Look, we can read this till our eyes bleed. It ain't getting any clearer.

Sam: Okay. Then what does it mean?

Dean: Uh… Cut off the head, and the body will flounder.

Sam: Yeah.

Dean: Okay. Well, I think we both agree that, uh, the head is Dick. Right?

Sam: Right.

Dean: So, bottom line is, we go grab the stuff, and we mix ourselves a w*apon. End of story. [He takes a drink from a beer bottle.]

Sam: Look, I'm all for k*lling Dick. I'm just saying, what then? I mean, what about the rest of the Leviathan? What, are they gonna just... drop d*ad?

Dean: I don't know. Maybe.

Sam: Maybe? "Maybe" is good enough for you right now?

Dean: One problem at a time, all right?

Sam: Okay. But it's not a crazy idea to try and figure out what the catch is before we go crashing the gate.

Dean: Maybe this is the catch. God's not telling us every detail. You know? The word isfrom God. I don't know how much better it's gonna get.

Bobby is standing behind the sofa.

CUT TO: Dean brushing his teeth in the bathroom. As he spits into the sink, the mirror above him mists over. When Dean exhales, his breath is visible. He turns around.

Dean: Hey, Bobby. How you feeling?

Bobby: Stronger than ever. Now, while you two have been chasing your tails, I've been thinking on that w*apon.

Dean: Wait a second. Don't you think you should be saving your strength?

Bobby: For what?

Dean: I'm just saying you might want to slow down. You don't look so hot.

Bobby: I'm in the Veil. My Brad Pitt days are over. Now, the kid says that the only way to k*ll Leviathan is with a bone washed in the three bloods of the fallen. It's got to be from a human as light and good as the Leviathan are hungry and dark.

Dean: Yeah. Good luck with that.

Bobby: The rest is doable, and doable now. You've already got the fallen angel blood. Now, next up is blood from the ruler of fallen humanity. Now, the best I can tell, that's Crowley. Numero tres is the father of fallen beasts.

Dean: Which means...?

Bobby: You got to bleed an Alpha.

Dean: But they're all d*ad. I mean, every one we found, we rounded up for Crowley, and then Cas whammied them all.

Bobby: Well, then, make this Cas' problem, too.

Dean: Cas ain't exactly in the problem-solving mode, Bobby.

Bobby: Then Crowley!

Dean: All right, I get it. I get it.

Bobby: Do you?!

The mirror behind Dean cracks.

Bobby: I'm just sayin'. I have faith that you boys will figure it out. Relax. I'm fine. Just got a little carried away.

CUT TO: Sam watching a Sucrocorp video on his laptop.

Voice-OVER

Here at Sucrocorp, your well-being is our number-one priority.

Dean pours himself a whiskey.

Voice-OVER

Sucrocorp – eat well, live well.

Dean: Little FYI. Bobby's officing out of the John these days.

Sam: Uh... awkward.

Dean sits down at the table opposite Sam.

Dean: Yeah, you're telling me. Uh, he does have some ideas about the w*apon, though.

Sam: Really? Well, uh, he may be just in time.

Sam turns the laptop around to show Dean an article titled "Roman Acquires Sucrocorp."

Dean: "Roman acquires..." What's Sucrocorp?

Sam: They make food additives, namely high-fructose corn syrup. That crap is in – well, it's in just about everything – um, soda, sauces, bread.

Dean: Don't say "pie."

Sam: Definitely pie.

Dean: Bastards. So now what? Roman's moved past restaurants?

Sam: And into grocery stores, Gas n' Sips, vending machines.

Dean: What can we do about it?

Sam: Short of going Al Qaeda on their trucks and plants, there's nothing we can do about it.

The laptop closes and Sam and Dean jump.

Dean: Like I said, uh, Bobby's got some ideas.

CUT TO: Dean putting a bowl down on a table that is set up with chalk symbols, a bottle of blood and candles. He slices his hand with a pocketknife and drips his blood into the bowl.

Sam: Et ad congregandum eos coram me.

Sam lights a match and tosses it into the bowl. Flames rise up from the bowl and CROWLEY appears.

CROWLEY

Hello, boys.

INT. OFFICE – DAY

KEVIN is typing on the laptop, next to which are the Word of God and DICK ROMAN's recommendation letter. DICK ROMAN stands behind him.

DICK ROMAN

That's some bracing pRose you're putting down there, Kevin. You all done?

KEVIN

[nods]Um-hmm.

DICK ROMAN

You've done well. Princeton will be lucky to have you.

KEVIN

What about my mom?

DICK ROMAN

[to EDGAR]Make the call.

EDGAR takes out his phone and makes a call.

EDGAR

Release her. But stress the consequences of talking.

DICK ROMAN

Kevin, I'm gonna request the pleasure of your company a tad longer. [to EDGAR]You, on the other hand, I need to drop in on an old friend.

INT. RUFUS' CABIN – DAY

CROWLEY

So, that's what all the "rumble, rumble" was about.

Dean: Who translated it for you? Never mind. You gonna give us the blood or not?

CROWLEY

Happily. But not quite yet. I'm all for chopping Dick, but I can't have you running around with a vial of my blood, now, can I? You know the sheer number of nefarious spells my enemies can use that blood for?

Dean: Well, then when?

CROWLEY

Last. After you've got all the other components. Most difficult, the angel part, I'm assuming. Given your role in their little apocalypse, I can't imagine the choirboys upstairs are wetting their vestments to do you – what's the word? – a solid. Unless, of course, you have an angel up your sleeve.

Dean: Well, that'd be convenient, but, uh, no.

Sam: Don't worry about it. We'll get the angel blood one way or another. We just need you to be ready next time we call.

CROWLEY

Fine. Oh, here's a tip. I have it on good authority there's one Alpha still among us.

Dean: Whose authority?

CROWLEY

Mine. Wily character, that Alpha vampire. Somehow made good his prison break before Cas went nuclear on the place.

Dean: And you know this how?

CROWLEY

Keep your friends close, your enemies, blah blah. Needless to say, I keep tabs. He moves around quite a bit. But I have an inkling I know where to start the Easter-egg hunt. Happy trails.

CROWLEY disappears.

Dean: Okay. Where, jackass?!

Flames rise on the table. As they die down, we see that words have been carved into the table.

Sam: Hoople, North Dakota.

Dean: Piece of paper would have worked.

EXT. HOOPLE GAS N' SIP – DAY

Dean is leaning next to the trunk of the car as it fills with gas. Sam is leaning against the passenger side.

Sam: Hey.

Sam makes a motion with his hand to indicate drinking from a flask. Dean takes the flask out of his jacket pocket and puts it in the car. Dean then hangs up the gas pump and he and Sam walk towards the store.

Sam: He seem angry?

Dean: Angry? Of course he's angry. If you were Bobby, wouldn't you be?

Sam: But was he showing signs of fatigue, like – like fritzing?

Dean: No, actually, it was just the opposite. He said he never felt stronger.

Sam: That's what I was afraid of.

INT. HOOPLE GAS N' SIP – DAY

Sam: The stronger he gets, the closer he comes to going full vengeful spirit. That's reality. We need to talk about what we're going to do with him.

Dean: Do with him?

Sam: Yeah.

Dean: Three weeks ago, you were – you were talking how this could work. And now – now you want to go Kevorkian on his ass?

Sam: I'm just saying that the lore doesn't have a single real-life example of Casper the Friendly Ghost. It's all basically poltergeists until a hunter comes along...

Dean: Yeah, well, the lore sucks.

Sam: I'm talking pure hatred, Dean. No humanity. I mean, he could... k*ll... possess people. I mean, Bobby could burn this friggin' building down. Look, if he goes off the rails –

Dean: Hey.

Sam: What?

Dean: Check out that guy over there. He seem a little out of it to you?

They look at a man who is pumping mustard onto a hot dog.

Sam: I-I don't know. Maybe.

Dean: What about Paula Deen over here?

They look at a woman who is staring at a refrigerator containing beer.

Sam: Yeah, they – they look like, uh...

The man is still pumping mustard onto his hot dog. Another man is slurping a giant slushie through a straw.

Sam: …like those Turducken people. It's starting. [He picks up a can and reads the ingredients.]It's the corn syrup. Everything in the store is laced with it.

Dean: Everything?

The first man continues to pump mustard onto his hot dog.

Dean: Hey, man, I'm gonna go into toxic shock, okay? I-I... I need my road food.

Sam: That's what Roman is banking on.

Dean: Hey. Hey. [He holds up a pie in a plastic container.]This one says "natural." Th-th-that means it's safe. Right?

Sam puts the pie back on the shelf.

Sam: I hate to break it to you, but corn syrup isnatural, technically.

Sam holds up a basket containing bananas and bottled water.

Dean: Well, then what the hell are we supposed to eat?

EXT. LARGE HOUSE – NIGHT

Dean is looking through binoculars from the driver's seat of the parked car.

Dean: It's totally dark. I can't see inside.

Sam is in the passenger seat and Bobby in the back seat.

Sam: Well, should we wait for daylight?

Bobby: Hell no, we're not waiting. I'll scout it. See if we need to bring in the big g*n.

Sam: I don't know.

Bobby flickers and disappears.

Sam: Look, Bobby...

Sam and Dean look at the empty back seat. Dean looks at the house through binoculars again. Bobby reappears.

Bobby: Okay. Place is clear. But there's something you're gonna want to see.

INT. LARGE HOUSE – NIGHT

Bobby, Dean and Sam enter a large room. Dean and Sam are carrying machetes. Three bodies are laid out on a table.

Dean: Careful.

Dean leans over to look at one of the bodies, which has pointed teeth and is badly b*rned around the mouth and neck. The next body is also badly b*rned in the lower half of its face.

INT. LARGE HOUSE – NIGHT

Dean: You know a way to k*ll vamps with battery acid?

Bobby: Only way I know is beheading.

Sam: Well, something didn't agree with them. Hey. Check out that wall. Something seem weird to you?

Dean: Yeah, see if you can find a switch or a lever or something.

Bobby: Don't need one.

Bobby walks through the wall into a pink bedroom. A young Woman is sitting on the floor leaning against the bed with her back to Bobby. On the other side of the wall, Sam moves books on a bookcase. He picks up one titled "How To Serve Man."

Sam: Hey.

Sam holds up the book for Dean to see and then presses a button that was behind the book on the bookcase. Concealed doors in front of Dean spring open, revealing Bobby and the Young Woman, who gets to her feet. Dean and Sam enter the room. The Young Woman, who is wearing a floral pink dress or nightgown and holding a teddy bear, takes a step back against the mantelpiece.

Sam: Dean. Machete.

Sam and Dean sheathe their machetes.

Dean: Hey. Look. We're not gonna hurt you. Okay? [He shows his teeth.]No fangs. See?

Sam: We just want to talk.

CUT TO: the Young Woman sitting in a chair, holding a cup of tea. Dean's jacket is around her shoulders.

Young Woman: I was 8. My mom left me at the playground while she ran to the store. A man approached me and said I was the prettiest girl there. And I've been living with these... things... ever since. At least until now.

Sam: Do you have any idea why?

Young Woman: I'm one of his special girls. All the others, it was their job to make sure I was ready for the Alpha, whenever he came. Wash me... give me my IV bags every day. It's my only food. So my blood's pure.

Dean: They've been doing this for, what, 12 years?

Young Woman: Virgins are a delicacy. He always has at least one of us on hand.

Sam: Well, don't worry, okay? We're gonna get you back to your mother.

Young Woman: Think she remembers me?

Sam: Of course she does. Don't you remember her?

The Young Woman shakes her head.

Dean: Hey, these, uh... these guys [he turns towards the d*ad vampires on the table]– they, uh, friends of yours?

Young Woman: They take care of the Alpha when he's here. Or did.

Sam: What happened to them?

Young Woman: A week ago, they came back from what they said was an easy hunt. Three humans just came, didn't put up any fight. But when they started on them, the vampires screamed in pain. The ones who ate died immediately.

Sam: And the ones who didn't?

Young Woman: There was only one. When he saw what happened, he moved to animals. He's out hunting as we speak.

Dean: Never heard of vamps being allergic to humans before.

Sam: You think maybe it's the corn syrup? I mean, think about it. The Gas n' Sip was lousy with stoners. All ripe for the picking.

Dean: She did say it was an easy hunt.

Sam: Do you know where the Alpha is now?

Young Woman: I don't know. Maybe. He has a place he goes when something's wrong. He calls it his retreat.

Sam takes out his phone.

Sam: All right.

Young Woman: What is that?

Dean: That's, uh, that's Sam's douche tracker. Helps us find the Alpha. All we need's an address.

Young Woman: I don't know. But I remember things that maybe can help.

Sam: That's okay. Just do the best you can.

INT. LARGE HOUSE – NIGHT

A VAMPIRE with blood around his mouth enters. He sees the open doors to the Young WOMAN's room, walks into the room and looks around. He appears alarmed at finding it empty. A Man speaks from the large room behind him.

Man: Finally.

The VAMPIRE's teeth descend and he turns around. We see that the Man is EDGAR.

EDGAR

I'd run out of magazines. Quick question. Where's your boss?

The VAMPIRE rushes at EDGAR and raises an arm to strike him. EDGAR catches his hand and squeezes it. We hear the sound of bones breaking. The VAMPIRE groans and drops to his knees in pain.

EDGAR

Let's try that again. Where is he?

VAMPIRE

Go to hell.

EDGAR

No. My neighborhood is worse than that.

EDGAR's teeth transform into those of a vampire. He then takes on the rest of the VAMPIRE's form.

EDGAR

[in a deep, distorted voice]Missoula, Montana.

[in a normal voice]Was that so hard?

EDGAR backhands the VAMPIRE and there is the sound of flesh tearing.

EXT. SUPERMARKET – DAY

Dean and Sam leave the store. Sam is carrying a bag of fresh vegetables and fruit.

Dean: I can't do this, man. I can't live on rabbit food. I'm – I'm a warrior.

Sam: Dean, you'll be fine.

Dean: You don't know that.

Sam: So what's next on the list?

Dean: Well, if we're bum-rushing the Alpha, then we're gonna need d*ad man's blood, which means a morgue. Or...

Sam: Or what?

Sam follows Dean's gaze to a Man sitting on a nearby bench, drinking from a large takeout cup through a straw.

Dean: Dude, forget the morgue. We are swimming in vamp poison.

Sam: Excuse me, sir. Hi. We, uh, we're with the... Red Cross? See, we have an emergency shortage. [He holds up his FBI badge.]And we're gonna need you to...

The Man looks vacantly at Sam.

Sam: You're not getting a word I'm saying, are you?

Dean: Hey. [He snaps his fingers in front of the MAN's face and sits down next to him.]Hold out your arm. We need your blood.

Sam: Dude!

The Man holds out his arm.

Dean: All right, Sam. [He takes a syringe out of his jacket pocket and hands it to Sam.]Tap the keg.

Sam: Here?

Dean: Yeah, Sam, look around. It's friggin' Woodstock. Everybody's hopped up on the brown acid. We don't need the song and dance. Give him a little prick.

Sam takes the syringe. Dean puts an arm along the bench behind the Man, who smiles at him. Sam sits down on the bench on the other side of the Man and pushes the needle into the back of the MAN's hand.

Man: Oww! That hurts. [Sam draws blood.]This is for Hurricane Katrina, you said?

Dean: Yes. Yes, I did.

Sam: So, look, uh... When we get there...

Dean: Yeah?

Sam looks at their car. The Young Woman is in the back seat.

Sam: Bobby's gonna have to hang back. Do you disagree?

Dean: He ain't gonna like it. I mean, he helped us in getting Emily.

Sam: Look, I'm Team Bobby, too. Okay? But there's a reason we left him in the car with Emily. You know that. The more action he sees, the more chance he gets to spin out.

Dean: All right, fine. So, we'll keep him off the front lines, and he can just, you know, keep calm and carry on, right?

A police car drives slowly behind them. w*r's "Why Can't We Be Friends?" plays.

♪ I seen you walkin' down in Chinatown ♪

Sam: Well, and if he can't?

The police car siren blares. Sam hurriedly puts the syringe away.

♪ I called you but you could not look around ♪

♪ Why can't we be friends? ♪

♪ Why can't we be friends? ♪

The police car drives off. The Man continues to slurp on his drink.

CAR – NIGHT

Dean: When they hauled you off to vamp camp, do you remember how long the drive was?

EMILY

We left at night. Got in before dawn.

Sam: So, six, seven hours?

EMILY

I think so, yes.

Sam: Do you remember any highways?

EMILY

No. We only took back roads.

Sam: Okay. So, figure they averaged 45 miles per –

Dean: Couldn't have been more than 300 miles.

Sam: Right.

Dean: What direction were you going?

EMILY

I don't know. I'm sorry.

Sam: Oh, that's okay. Em, you're doing great. Um...is there anything else you remember?

EMILY

Bells. As we pulled up, I heard these loud bells.

Sam: It was still dark out?

Dean: You thinking church?

Sam: No, that's too early. It could have been a monastery. Monks get up at 4 a.m. to pray.

Dean: Ugh. Can't get laid. Can't sleep in. A friggin' tragedy.

Sam looks something up on his phone.

Dean: Okay, so, Alpha's camping next to a, uh, monkey house. [He looks at Sam for his reaction.]How many we got in range?

Sam: Looks like one. Just outside, uh...

They drive past a sign that says "Welcome to Missoula, Mt."

EXT. MONASTERY – NIGHT

Dean and Sam's car is parked outside the monastery gates.

EMILY

This is where he took me.

Someone appears to be patrolling the monastery grounds and another person is on the roof.

Sam: Are you sure?

EMILY

[nods]What now?

Dean: We'll get you someplace safe. Circle back and Ginsu these leeches.

INT. MOTEL – DAY

Voice ON TELEVISION 1

...[indistinct]but she couldn't get it. 

Voice ON TELEVISION 2

Yes, the famous Fleur-de-lis mansion. $125 million estate...

EMILY is sitting on the bed watching television. Dean is packing a duffel bag. Dean walks over to Sam and holds out a syringe.

Dean: All right, here we go. 10 ccs of Vamptonite. [Sam gives him a look.]It's a thing.

EMILY

What's a Kardashian?

Dean: Oh, that's, uh... just another bloodsucker. [EMILY looks worried.]No, it – it's... a joke.

Dean walks over to the safe.

Sam: Here. If we're not back by dawn, call this number – Jody Mills. She's a friend. [He gives EMILY a piece of paper.]She'll take care of you. Here, use this phone.

Dean: You gotta hang here. [He puts the flask in the safe.]For your own good. Capiche?

EMILY

Sam? Thank you.

Sam: You bet.

Dean opens the door and it slams shut. He and Sam look at EMILY.

Dean: It was the wind. [quietly]Chill out, Bobby. We'll be back soon.

Dean opens the door again and he and Sam leave the room. Bobby is standing near the door inside the room.

CUT TO: Sam and Dean in the motel hallway.

Sam: Well, he didn't take thatvery well.

Dean: How'd you think he was gonna take it?

Sam runs into a cart being pushed by a maid.

Maid: Excuse me.

Sam: Sorry.

CUT TO: EMILY watching TV in the motel room. Bobby is standing behind her.

Voice ON TELEVISION 3

…right our way, and it's bringing anywhere from, we're going to say, about half an inch to an inch of rain before it's finished, and, uh, and some pretty breezy conditions as well. So, tomorrow, we're going to start off pretty much like we did today. We're going to enjoy another stunning morning…

EMILY crumples up the piece of paper Sam gave her and makes a call.

Voice ON TELEVISION 3

…but don't forget to grab that umbrella before you head out the door, because that rain is going to be coming down just in time I guess for your afternoon and evening. 

EMILY

Hi, daddy.

Voice ON TELEVISION 4

Now Gloria's got something that'll take our minds off …

Bobby: Why, you little schemer.

EMILY

No, I'm close by. Sending you a present.

Gloria appears on the TV next to a Sucrocorp logo.

Gloria: And that's Dick Roman. 

EMILY leaves the room.

Gloria: Yesterday I introduced you to this rising star in American business. In this hour, we'll go behind the scenes and answer the question everyone's been asking for months – what makes Dick so hard to b*at?

Voice ON TELEVISION 5

Well thank you, Gloria…

Bobby: You son of a bitch.

EXT. MONASTERY – DAY

Dean and Sam are sitting in the car outside the monastery gates.

Dean: Well, this time of day, most of them would be catching z's. They won't know what h*t them. [Sam doesn't respond.]Hey. You with me?

Sam: Yeah.

Dean: But?

Sam: Are you sure you just want to charge in there, machetes blazing? Last time, it took a dozen hunters to take down the Alpha. And most of them didn't make it out.

Dean: Yeah, well, you got a better idea?

CUT TO: Sam and Dean walking up to the front door of the monastery.

Dean: Stupid, stupid, stupid.

Sam holds up a finger. They climb the stairs and Sam pushes on the front door, which is unlatched.

Sam: Dean.

Dean: Maybe we're too late.

As Sam steps inside, someone grabs him from just inside the door.

Dean: Sam!

Dean lunges after Sam. A vampire waiting behind the door grabs him.

INT. MOTEL – DAY

DICK ROMAN is speaking on television.

DICK ROMAN

You know, where I'm from, you have to bite and claw your way to the top. Once you get there, trust me, the view's incredible.

Bobby is trying to open the safe.

DICK ROMAN

I've got a lot to show the American people.

Bobby: Okay, Dean's birthday.

DICK ROMAN

…Gloria, that will really put what we're talking about in perspective…

Bobby: Sam's birthday.

DICK ROMAN

I'm making some very big moves right now, risking...

The television shows DICK ROMAN and Susan walking past a sign that says "We're in everything."

Bobby: Damn it!

A lamp flies off the bedside table, a drawer opens, the light bulb in another lamp shatters, the mirror cracks and a f*re roars in the fireplace and the bathroom door slams. Someone knocks at the door.

Bobby: Son of a bitch.

Maid: Everything okay in there?

Bobby: Mybirthday.

The MAID enters.

Maid: Hello?

The MAID crosses her arms, looking cold. Her breath is visible. She turns and jumps as Bobby materializes.

Bobby: I need your help.

Maid: Get away from me.

She turns in the other direction, but Bobby materializes in front of her again.

Bobby: Listen, I need out of here.

Maid: Please!

The MAID runs for the door. Bobby lunges after her and possesses her. The MAID falls to the ground. She sits up slowly and brushes away dark liquid which runs from one of her eyes.

Maid: [in a deep voice]Just need you a little while.

The MAID gets up and walks across the room. Reflected in the broken mirror, we see Bobby opening the safe. The camera angle then changes to the MAID opening the safe, then back to Bobby reflected in the mirror removing the flask, then back to the MAID. The MAID leaves the room.

Maid: [in a deep voice]Just till I get the bastard.

INT. MONASTERY – DAY

We see a close-up of a man's hand with very long fingernails. It belongs to the ALPHA VAMPIRE, who is sitting at the head of a dining table. Sam and Dean are brought into the room by two VAMPIRES and stand at the other end of the table with the VAMPIRES behind them.

ALPHA VAMPIRE

The Winchesters. I'm intrigued.

EMILY enters the room.

Sam: Emily.

EMILY walks over to lean on the ALPHA VAMPIRE's chair.

EMILY

Hi, Sam.

Dean: Wow. For a girl raised in a basement, you're a hell of an actress.

EMILY

You were gonna hurt my daddy.

ALPHA VAMPIRE

Hmm.

Dean: Wow. You get a trophy in Stockholm Syndrome. And sorry to burst your bubble, but, uh... we weren't. Sam here had a better idea.

Sam: We're here to talk. That's it.

ALPHA VAMPIRE

[laughs]Now that my guys have taken your blades and your syringes of tainted blood. Is that what you mean?

Dean: Well, we, uh... figured you might hold a grudge.

ALPHA VAMPIRE

And why would I? Because you captured me, tortured me, sold me to the king of Hell?

Dean: That was more our grandpa.

The VAMPIRE standing behind Dean grabs Dean and slams his head against the table. Dean falls to his knees and grunts as he gets back up.

Dean: Thank you. That was awesome.

ALPHA VAMPIRE

I'm going to peel off your faces and drink you slowly.

Sam: Just listen. You needus.

ALPHA VAMPIRE

Oh, yes. I am thirsty!

Sam: The plague! We know what it is! What do you know about Leviathan?

ALPHA VAMPIRE

A bit.

Sam: You know they're poisoning the food supply?

ALPHA VAMPIRE

Roman didn't mention that when we met for dinner last fall. We made lots of plans. We are on excellent terms, he and I.

Dean: You sure about that? Did he mention that he was going to... Maui wowie the human population?

ALPHA VAMPIRE

Oh, of course. He said grabbing a snack would be easier than ever.

Sam: He said you'd all live together, didn't he? You really believe him? You think your children are dying by accident? There is pesticide in the formula!

ALPHA VAMPIRE

It suits you to think so. You need me on your side.

Sam: Look, we're not the ones burning from the inside out. Think about it. Whatever deal he made with you was crap! Trust us!

ALPHA VAMPIRE

Why are you telling me this?

Sam: Because we can stop Dick. Stop all of it. We just... We need your blood – for the w*apon.

ALPHA VAMPIRE

[laughs]So now you want to prevent the extermination of the vampire race.

Dean: No. But it beats going down with you.

There is the sound of a door opening.

ALPHA VAMPIRE

Allan, darling...

A young boy walks towards the ALPHA VAMPIRE.

ALPHA VAMPIRE

Come.

ALLAN stands on the other side of the ALPHA VAMPIRE's chair to EMILY.

Dean: Well, the creep gets creepier.

ALPHA VAMPIRE

What's wrong?

ALLAN

Edgar's here.

Dean and Sam look at each other. The ALPHA VAMPIRE touches ALLAN's jacket in dismissal and ALLAN leaves.

Dean: Wow, what a funny coincidence. All right, we need soap, uh, cleanser, anything with borax in it. We need knives.

ALPHA VAMPIRE

Put them in the study.

Sam: What? No. No, wait.

ALPHA VAMPIRE

Word of advice, boys. You do not live through centuries of f*re and ice and continental divide... by jumping to conclusions.

The VAMPIRES push Dean and Sam towards the door.

Dean: Okay. Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Sam: You're making a mistake! Listen! Wait!

ALPHA VAMPIRE

[to EMILY]Never hurts to get the story first.

CUT TO: Sam and Dean being pushed into the study.

Dean: Hey. Hey!

A vampire closes the door.

Dean and Sam look around the study. Bags of blood are in a refrigerated cabinet. Empty bags hang from medical stands.

CUT TO: A vampire placing a bottle of wine in a chilling bowl on the dining table, which is now set for dinner. EMILY is standing next to the ALPHA VAMPIRE at the head of the table. EDGAR walks into the room and stands at the foot of the table near several drops of Dean's blood.

ALPHA VAMPIRE

Edgar. I would've whipped you up a meal. Please, sit. I'm dying to know why you're here.

EDGAR

I think you know.

ALPHA VAMPIRE

And how is that?

EDGAR

I smell Sam and Dean Winchester.

INT. MONASTERY – DAY

Dean tries to open the locked door of the study.

Dean: Anything?

Sam: Nothing.

Sam is looking at the windows.

Sam: You think Edgar's here for the Same reason we are? I mean, look, if they figured out that we're here to get Alpha blood for a w*apon...

Dean: I think any way you slice it, you got Pac Man and True Blood in the Same room and that's bad news. I mean, he's not stupid. Why the hell do you think he locked us in here?

Sam: Dean, we're his enemy. I mean, they're like monster cousins or something. Who would you give the benefit of the doubt to? Man, you know what? Maybe the Sucro ispoisoning the vamps on accident. Maybe they'll fix it.

Dean: I think you got the oldest monster on earth thinking that he can hold his own because he always has.

Sam: Edgar's gonna eat him alive.

Dean: Yeah. Hey. [He holds up a needle that's attached to one of the empty blood bags.]You think you could pick a lock with this?

Sam takes the needle.

Sam: But, Dean... We gave up all our Vamptonite.

Dean: Did we?

Dean takes a syringe out of his boot.

CUT TO: the dining room.

ALPHA VAMPIRE

Do you want the boys? Yes? You're welcome to them. I'll have them sent out.

EDGAR

How kind of you.

ALPHA VAMPIRE

Oh, Edgar... You do know why Sam and Dean are here, don't you? They insist that you're exterminating us, and I thought, well, that's... impossible. Must be a mistake.

EDGAR

You're right. Of course.

CUT TO: Dean and Sam coming down the stairs. At the bottom of the stairs, a VAMPIRE grabs Sam from behind. Dean plunges the syringe into the VAMPIRE's neck. The VAMPIRE screams and his flesh starts to burn. He falls to the ground and dies.

Dean: Wow.

Sam: Vamptonite.

Dean: Friggin' vamptonite. All right, we need knives. There's got to be a prep room or a kitchen somewhere. Come on.

CUT TO: the dining room.

ALPHA VAMPIRE

Here's what I don't understand, Edgar. You are aware that your little additive has side effects, yes?

EDGAR

Dick warned you there might be kinks.

ALPHA VAMPIRE

Yes. He also said he'd be in touch. My children are in a panic. You don't call, you don't write, you don't send cookies. Where exactly on the list is fixing our plague?

EDGAR

My dear friend... nowhere. We wantyou to burn like the little roaches you are.

EDGAR puts a hand on the ALPHA VAMPIRE's shoulder. The ALPHA VAMPIRE pushes him backwards.

ALPHA VAMPIRE

Roman said if I kept quiet, I would get my reward.

EDGAR

And now you get to lay down and die. Nothing personal. Our additive kills the wolves, too... the shifters, and those disgusting little things that eat corpses. Anything with a taste for human. Except us. Mankind's a limited resource, after all.

ALPHA VAMPIRE

[advancing on EDGAR]There are seven [i]billion...[i]of them.

EDGAR

Only seven.

EDGAR pushes the ALPHA VAMPIRE so that he falls against the table. EMILY screams. The ALPHA VAMPIRE stands up.

ALPHA VAMPIRE

We come from you.

EDGAR

Barely.

ALPHA VAMPIRE

I am the son of Eve!

EDGAR

A pathetic mutt. Hardly one of us. I knew Eve, and honestly... your mommy was a whore.

The ALPHA VAMPIRE's teeth transform and he lunges at EDGAR, pushing him into the wall. He grabs the chilling bucket from the table and tosses the contents at EDGAR. EDGAR's skin starts to sizzle and burn, but he straightens up and punches the ALPHA VAMPIRE.

EDGAR

Don't squirm. I need every last drop.

EDGAR's face transforms. Dean advances on him from behind. EDGAR turns to face Dean, his face returning to normal. He catches Dean's arm, knocking the machete Dean was holding to the ground. EDGAR grabs Dean's lapels. Sam cuts off EDGAR's head from behind.

Dean: Grab a glass. We're juicing this freak.

EMILY

No!

Dean: Stay back!

The ALPHA VAMPIRE sends Dean flying over the table.

ALPHA VAMPIRE

Leave her alone. She's been through quite enough.

Sam: Now, that's rich... coming from the guy who took her off the swing-set.

ALPHA VAMPIRE

Do you want to do this fight? Or do you want my blood?

The ALPHA VAMPIRE sits down at the head of the table and slices his wrist with one of his long fingernails. He lets his blood drip into a glass, then rises and offers the glass to Sam.

ALPHA VAMPIRE

For taking care of Edgar. Now go.

Sam: What about the little boy?

ALPHA VAMPIRE

Are you joking?

Dean: Do we look like we're joking? How many other kids you got in here, you freak?

ALPHA VAMPIRE

At the moment, just him. Emily... help Allan with his coat. He's leaving with Sam and Dean. Now, take it.

Sam takes the glass and he and Dean walk towards the door.

ALPHA VAMPIRE

What? No "thank you"? Oh, right, right. Your flesh is crawling. All you really want to do is k*ll me now. You hate having to wait and come back and try again.

Dean: Pretty much. I wouldn't leave that head too close to that body for too long.

ALPHA VAMPIRE

See you next season.

Dean: Looking forward to it.

[i]INT. MOTEL – DAY

Dean and Sam are walking down the hallway.

Dean: Let's never do that again. Cops thought we took that kid.

Sam: Long as he gets back to his folks, I don't care what they thought.

Dean: We had to jump out a freakin' window, man.

Dean sees that the door to their room is ajar. He and Sam take out their g*n. Dean opens the door and turns on the light. He sees the cracked mirror.

Dean: Bobby. Bobby?

Sam: Dean? [He shows Dean the open door of the safe.]He's gone.

INT. MOTEL – DAY

Sam: I'm getting trace bits of EMF, but it's fading fast. And Bobby's probably been gone three or four hours. He's got the flask, Dean. How the hell are we supposed to track him? Look, I hate to say this...

Dean: Well, then don't. He's gone. [He laughs briefly and sighs.]How could he do this... now? I mean, we've got half the freakin' w*apon, we're almost there.

Sam: It's not him. I mean, he's not thinking.

Dean: So, what, we just keep going while he's out there like this?

Sam: Do we have any other option? I mean, it's what he'd want us to do. Right?

Dean: Yeah. Yeah, him and Frank and Cas, if his marbles were in the bag. It's a good thing we got Crowley in our corner. Right? Seeing as how it all comes down to him. What could possibly go wrong?

INT. SUCROCORP OFFICE – DAY

DICK ROMAN tosses a lit match into a bowl with candles on either side. CROWLEY appears.

CROWLEY

Hello... [He looks up and the large light fixture above him changes to a devil's trap]Dick.

DICK ROMAN

Mr. Crowley, we have so much to talk about. Take a seat.

END
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