2.03 Bloodlust

All scenes from 2.02 Everybody Loves a Clown, unless otherwise mentioned.
"Wheel in the Sky" by Journey starts playing.
In 1.02 Wendigo, Dean is talking with Sam at the campsite.
Dean: I think he wants us to pick up where he left off.
The Wendio gets shot with a flare, and starts to go up in flames.
From 1.03 Dead in the Water, Dean pulls up Lucus from the lake.
Dean (voiceover from 1.02 Wendigo): Saving people,
From 1.18 Something Wicked, Sam and Dean aim and fire at the Shtriga.
Dean (voiceover from 1.02 Wendigo): hunting things.
From 1.18 Something Wicked, the Shtriga gets shot multiple times, backing up.
From 1.20 Dead Man's Blood, vampire Beau shows his teeth to the victim.
The Colt fires, the bullet speeding to Luther's head.
Dean (voiceover from 1.02 Wendigo): The family business.
Luther kerks bask as the bullet hits.
From 1.09 Scarecrow, Sam talking with Dean in the car.
Sam: I don't understand the blind faith you have in the man.
Dean: It's called being a good son.
From 1.16 Shadow, Dean hugs Dad. From 1.20 Dead Man's Blood, Sam and Dad are having a fight in the road.

Music:

I'm stranded in

Sam: You were just pissed off you couldn't control me anymore!
From 1.22 Devil's Trap, the 18-wheeler crashes into the Impala.

Music:

the sleet and rain

From 1.22 Devil's Trap, after the crash, John is unconscious, bleeding, Sam is unconscious, bleeding, Dean is unconscious, bleeding.

Music:

Don't think I'm ever gonna make it home again

From 2.01 My Time of Dying, Azazel talking with John in the basement of the hospital.

Music:

The mornin'

Azazel: If only your boys knew
From 2.01 My Time of Dying, John is laying down the Colt, paying for the deal.

Music:

sun is risin'

Azazel (voiceover): how much their daddy loved them.
From 2.01 My Time of Dying, John leans over to whisper something in Dean's ear. Close up of John's whisper, then he stands up. A tear falls from John as he nods at Dean.

Music:

It's kissin the day Oh the wheel in the sky

From 2.01 My Time of Dying, Sam is carrying a cup of coffee, glances in the room and sees his dad on the floor.

Music:

keeps on turnin' I don't know

Sam: Dad?
From 2.01 My Time of Dying, he drops the cup of coffee, which lands right side up, splashing. In the background, John is lying on the floor.

Music:

where I'll be tomorrow

Burning John's body in a hunter's funeral. Dean and Sam stand just beyond. Dean is stoic, while Sam figits and cries.

Music:

Oh the wheel in the sky keeps on turnin'

Sam: Did he say anything to you?
Dean: No.
Dean takes a crowbar to smash the window of the car.

Music:

Ooo

Dean is yelling at Sam, while they walk back to Carnival.
Dean: I'm dealing with Dad's death!
Dean takes a crowbar to the Impala's trunk, beating it repeatedly.
Dean is yelling at Sam, while they walk back to Carnival.
Dean: Are you?
Sam is fighting tears, nodding, before turning away.

Music:

my (?)

Dean is beating the Impala's trunk, over and over, before dropping the crowbar.

Music:

tomorrow

Red Lodge, Montana
EXT. FOREST - NIGHT
The moon is bright up in the sky. Camera pans down through a forest to a young woman, Christina Flannigan, who is panting. She runs through a dark forest. She trips over a log and falls. Glancing back, she spots her pursuer, and jumps up to run again. Christina continues to run, glancing back occasionally, and her pursuer continues to run after her. She stops behind a tree and her pursuer runs past. She slides around the side of the tree, to place the tree between her and her pursuer. Relaxing, thinking she's safe, Christina steps out. A large hook appears, and slices her head off.

EXT. ROAD - DAY
AC/DC "Back In Black" starts to play. The Impala zooms up a 2-lane, driven by Dean. A montage of the beautiful perfection of the Impala as she drives along.
The blacktop of a road, then the road is shimmering in the heat.

Music:

Back in black

The Impala is driving towards the camera. The scene is shimmering in the heat.
Dean is at the wheel, Sam beside him.

Music:

I hit the sack

The Impala drives out from under the camera, driving away.

Music:

I've been too long I'm glad to be back

Blacktop flying beneath, the camera looks up to see the front of the Impala as it drives along.
The boys inside, chilling as Dean drives along.

Music:

From the noose

The Impala drives out of frame, lingering slightly on left rear wheel.

Music:

That's kept me hanging about

Left rear wheel.

Music:

I've been looking at the sky

Camera pan up to left front wheel.

Music:

'Cause it's gettin' me high

Camera pans from left headlight across the grill to the right headlight.

Music:

Forget the hearse 'cause I never die

Camera angle left side, catching both front and side before sliding down to the wheel and side.

Music:

I got nine lives

Camera angle right side, aiming at tire and catching side.

Music:

Cat's eyes

Left angle, catching front and half left side, with boys inside. Camera slides down the left side of the car, until the tail.

Music:

Abusin' every one of them and running wild

INT. IMPALA - DAY
Camera slides up side, before focusing on the boys inside. Dean is in a good mood, grooving along to his music.

Music:

Dean: Whoo! Listen to her purr! Have you ever heard anything so sweet?
Sam: You know, if you two wanna get a room, just let me know, Dean.
Dean: Oh, don't listen to him, Baby. He doesn't understand us.
Sam shakes his head and snorts.
Sam: You're in a good mood.
Dean: Why shouldn't I be?
Sam: No reason.
Dean: Got my car, got a case, things are looking up.
Sam: Wow.
Sam chuckles.
Sam: Give you a couple of severed heads and a pile of dead cows and you're Mister Sunshine.
Dean chuckles.
Dean: How far to Red Lodge?
Sam: Uh, about another three hundred miles.
Dean: Good.
He floors it.

EXT. IMPALA - DAY
The Impala's engines purr louder as she pulls away from the camera.

BLOODLUST


INT. SHERIFF'S OFFICE - DAY
In Red Lodge, a sheriff with an impressive gray bushy mustache is talking to Sam and Dean, who are posing as reporters.
Sheriff: The murder investigation is ongoing,

Credit:

Starring JARED PADALECKI

Sheriff: and that's all I can share with the press at this time.
Sam: Sure, sure, we understand that, but just for the record,

Credit:

JENSEN ACKLES

Sam: you found the first, uh... head, last week, correct?

Credit:

Guest Starring STERLING K. BROWN (Gordon Walker)

Sheriff: Mm-hmm.
Sam: Okay, and the other, a uh, Christina Flannigan,

Credit:

AMBER BENSON (Lenore)

Sheriff: That was two days ago. Is there-
A young woman knocks on the door, points at her watch.

Credit:

SAMANTHA FERRIS (Ellen Harvelle) TY OLSSON (Eli)

Sheriff: (to woman) Oh. Thank you. (to boys) Sorry boys, time's up, we're done here.
Sam: One last question-
Dean: Yeah, what about the cattle?
Sheriff: Excuse me?
Dean: You know, the cows found dead,

Credit:

Consulting Producer BEN EDLUND

Dean: split open, drained - over a dozen cases?
Sheriff: What about them?
Sam: So you don't think there's a connection?

Credit:

Supervising Producer MATT WITTEN

Sheriff: Connection... with...?

Credit:

Co-Executive Producer PETER JOHNSON

Sam: First cattle mutilations, now, uh, now two murders? Kinda sounds like ritual stuff.
Dean: You know, like satanic cult ritual stuff?
Sheriff laughs.
Sheriff: You-
He points in the air as if making a point. He stops laughing.
Sheriff: you're not kidding.
Dean: No.
Sheriff: Those cows aren't being mutilated. You wanna know how I know?
Sam: How?
Sheriff: Because there's no such thing as cattle mutilation. Cow drops, leave it in the sun,

Credit:

Supervising Producer PHIL SGRICCIA

Sheriff: within forty-eight hours

Credit:

Executive Producer JOHN SHIBAN

Sheriff: the bloat'll split it open so clean it's just about surgical.

Credit:

Executive Producer KIM MANNERS

Sheriff: The bodily fluids fall down into the ground, get soaked up

Credit:

Executive Producer McG

Sheriff: because that's what gravity does. But, hey, it could be Satan.

Credit:

Produced By CYRUS YAVNEH

Sheriff: What newspaper did you say you work for?

Credit:

Created By ERIC KRIPKE

Both boys are reacting uncomfortably.
Dean: World Weekly News...
Sam: Weekly World News.

Credit:

Written By SERA GAMBLE

Dean glances at Sam before trying again.
Dean: World-
Sam: Weekly World
Dean: Week - I'm new.

Credit:

Directed By ROBERT SINGER

Sheriff: Get out of my office.

GET ME A BUCKET

EXT. HOSPITAL - DAY
Candler County Hospital sign above the drop off area for the hospital, with a few cars in the parking lot. Birds chirping.

INT. HOSPITAL - DAY
Dean and Sam enter the morgue, still wearing their shirts and ties from the previous scene but now also in white lab coats. The intern on duty has a name tag that reads "J. Manners." Dean looks at it, calculating.
Dean: John.
Jeff: Jeff.
Dean: Jeff. I know that. Dr. Dworkin needs to see you in his office right away.
Jeff: But Dr. Dworkin's on vacation.
Dean: Well, he's back. And he's pissed, and he's screaming for you, man, so if I were you I would...
Dean whistles.
Intern runs away.
Dean: (low) Okay.
Sam closes the door after the departing intern with a smile to Dean. Dean looks after him until the door is closed.
Dean: Hey, those satanists in Florida, they marked their victims, didn't they?
Sam: Yeah, reversed pentacle on the forehead.
Dean hands Sam a pair of latex gloves and grabs a pair of his own.
Dean: Yeah. So much f'd up crap happens in Florida.
Sam opens a compartment and wheels out a corpse; there's a box between its legs. Dean pulls on his gloves, indicating the box with his head.
Dean: All right, open it.
Sam: You open it.
Dean: Wuss.
Dean carries the box over to another table and flips off the lid, grimacing. Dean spins the box around to give Sam easier access. Sam approaches, cringing and blowing out a breath.
Dean: Well, no pentagram.
Sam: Wow. Poor girl.
Dean: Maybe we should, uh, you know, look in her mouth, see if those wackos stuffed anything down her throat, you know? Kinda like the moth in Silence of the Lambs.
Sam: Yeah, here, go ahead.
Sam spins the box for Dean to work.
Dean: No, you go ahead.
Dean spins the box back.
Sam: What?
Dean: "Put the lotion in the basket."
Sam: Right, yeah, I'm the wuss, huh? Whatever.
Sam steels himself, blowing out a breath, and starts poking his fingers into the mouth.
Sam: Dean, get me a bucket.
Dean: You find something?
Sam: No, I'm going to puke.
After giving Sam a look, Dean leans over to check out the victim's mouth. Sam exhales, pulling his fingers out.
Dean: Wait, lift her lip up again?
Sam: What?
The brothers look at each other.
Sam: You want me to throw up, is that it?
Dean: No, no, no, I think I saw something. Ugh.
Dean pulls back the lip.
Dean: What is that, a hole?
Dean presses on the gum and a narrow, sharp tooth descends.
Sam: It's a tooth.
Dean: Sam, that's a fang.
Dean exhales.
Dean: Retractable set of vampire fangs. You gotta be kidding me.
Sam: Well, this changes things.
Dean: Ya think?

GORDON

EXT. BAR - NIGHT
"Time and Time Again" by Long John Hunter is playing. Dean and Sam pull up near a local bar. They look at each other before driving around to park.

INT. BAR - NIGHT
Dean and Sam approach the bar.

Music:

Time and time again You run away from me

A man sitting at a table to one side is watching them.
Dean: How's it going?
Bartender: Living the dream. What can I get for you?

Music:

Time and time again

Dean: Two beers, please.

Music:

You run away from me

The bartender turns to get the beers.
Sam: So, we're looking for some people.

Music:

You know I love you baby

Bartender: Sure. Hard to be lonely.

Music:

Time and time again you'll see

Sam: Yeah. But um, that's not what I meant.
Sam pulls out a $50 bill, fingering it, and drops it on the bar

Music:

Every time I turn around You heading out the door

The bartender looks at it, then takes it.

Music:

Every time I turn around You heading out the door

Sam: Right. So these, these people, they would have moved here about six months ago, probably pretty rowdy, like to drink...

Music:

You said you going to the beauty shop baby But I've heard that line before

Dean: Yeah, real night owls, you know? Sleep all day, party all night.
Bartender: Barker farm got leased out a couple months ago. Real winners. They've been in here a lot - drinkers. Noisy. I've had to 86 them once or twice.
Dean: Thanks.
They leave their half-finished beers on the bar and leave. The man who was watching them is gone, a smoldering cigarette left behind.

EXT. BAR - NIGHT
It's raining a light mist. As Dean and Sam leave, the man watches from across the street, then stalks them. They go down an alley, and he follows. He loses sight of them, turns around, then back again. Dean and Sam are suddenly there, pinning him to the wall, Dean with a knife to his throat.
Dean: Smile.
Gordon: What?
Dean: Show us those pearly whites.
Gordon: Oh, for the love of - you want to stick that thing someplace else? I'm not a vampire. Yeah, that's right. I heard you guys in there.
Sam: What do you know about vampires?
Gordon: How to kill 'em. Now seriously, bro. That knife's making me itch.
Gordon starts to pull away, Sam pins him harder.
Gordon: Whoa. Easy there, Chachi.
He slowly brings his right hand to his lip and pulls it back, revealing normal gums.
Gordon: See? Fangless. Happy?
Dean drops the knife, as both boys back up a step.
Dean: Now. Who the hell are you?

EXT. PARKING LOT - NIGHT
At the man's car, he pulls out his arsenal, which includes the large hook from the teaser scene.
Gordon: Sam and Dean Winchester. I can't believe it. You know I met your old man once? Hell of a guy. Great hunter. I heard he passed. I'm sorry. It's big shoes. But from what I hear, you guys fill 'em. Great trackers, good in a tight spot-
Dean: You seem to know a lot about our family.
Gordon: Word travels fast. You know how hunters talk.
Dean: No, we don't, actually.
Gordon: I guess there's a lot your Dad never told you, huh?
Dean stares at Gordon, raising his head just a bit, signalling 'back off'.
Sam: So, um, so those two vampires, they were yours, huh?
Gordon: Yep. Been here two weeks.
Dean: Did you check out that Barker farm?
Gordon: It's a bust. Just a bunch of hippie freaks. Though they could kill you with that patchouli smell alone.
Dean: Where's the nest, then?
Gordon pushes the arsenal back in, clicking it in place.
Gordon: I got this one covered. Look, don't get me wrong. It's a real pleasure meetin' you fellas. But I've been on this thing for over a year. I killed a fang back in Austin, tracked the nest all the way up here. I'll finish it.
Dean: We could help.
Gordon: Thanks, but uh, I'm kind of a go-it-alone type of guy.
Dean: Come on, man, I've been itching for a hunt.
Gordon: Sorry. But hey, I hear there's a Chupacabra two states over. Go ahead and knock yourselves out.
He gets in his car.
Gordon: It was real good meeting you, though. I'll buy you a drink on the flip side.
He pulls away, driving off. The brothers watch him go, standing in the rain, before they look at each other.

EXT. MILL - NIGHT
Exterior shot of the mill, with the treadmill in the foreground. Some steam wafts above.

INT. MILL - NIGHT
A security man wearing a uniform with the name Conrad on it, is sitting in the quiet mill, alone. He hears a noise and starts investigating, grabbing a nightstick and putting it in the holster on his side. He walks around the complex, being careful. He goes up to the second floor, and pulls out his nightstick. A crow flies at his head, startling him. He relaxes, then turns around.
Gordon attacks him with a machete. The man extends his fangs. They fight near an electric saw; the vampire turns it on. After beating Gordon several times, he pins Gordon down below the electric saw. Gordon tries to get up, but Conrad hits him several more times to make him senseless, before reaching up to grab the saw. As the blade is coming down, Sam grabs him and pulls him to safety. Since Conrad's attention is on Sam, Dean attacks the vampire with a hooked spear, knocking him senseless, before pinning him under the electric saw. He lowers the saw, decapitating him as he screams. Dean is sprayed with blood. Afterwards, he looks over at Gordon and Sam.
Gordon: So, uh, I guess I gotta buy you that drink.
Sam glances back at Gordon before he stares at Dean, concerned. Dean gives a look back to Sam.

INT. BAR - NIGHT
"Golden Rule" by Lil' Ed & the Blues Imperials is playing. Gordon, Dean, and Sam are sitting around a table in the bar. A waitress brings them another round; Dean reaches for his wallet.
Gordon: No, no, I got it.
Dean: Come on.
Gordon: I insist. (to the waitress) Thank you, sweetie.
Waitress: (low) You welcome. Thanks
Gordon raises his shot glass.
Gordon: Another one bites the dust.
Dean: That's right.
Dean and Gordon drink a toast; Sam is sitting back, arms folded.
Gordon: Dean.
Gordon laughs.
Gordon: You gave that big-ass fang one hell of a haircut, my friend.
Dean: Thank you.
Gordon: That was beautiful. Absolutely beautiful.
Dean: Yep. You all right, Sammy?
Sam: Yeah, I'm fine.
Gordon: Well, lighten up a little, Sammy.
Sam indicates Dean.
Sam: He's the only one who gets to call me that.
Gordon: Okay. No offense meant. Just celebrating a little. Job well done.
Sam: Right. Well, um, decapitations aren't my idea of a good time, I guess.
Gordon: Oh, come one, man, it's not like it was human. You've gotta have a little more fun with your job.
Dean snaps his fingers, gesturing to Sam.
Dean: See? That's what I've been trying to tell him. You could learn a thing or two from this guy.
Sam looks from Dean to Gordon, and back to Dean.
Sam: Yeah I bet I could. Look, I'm not gonna bring you guys down. I'm just gonna go back to the motel.
Dean: You sure?
Sam: Yeah.
Sam stands up and starts to head off. Dean reaches down into his jacket pocket.
Dean: Sammy?
Sam stops, turns back.
Dean: Remind me to beat that buzzkill out of you later, all right?
He tosses Sam the keys.
Gordon: Something I said?
Dean: Nah, nah, he just gets that way sometimes. Tell you what. Match you quarters for the next round.
Dean puts his shot glass down, in anticipation of playing quarters.

EXT. MOTEL - NIGHT
The Impala's door is slammed.

INT. MOTEL - NIGHT
Sam walks into the motel room, takes off his jacket, drops the keys on a plastic cactus hook.

INT. BAR - NIGHT
Dean: ...So. I pick up this crossbow. And I hit that ugly sucker with a silver-tipped arrow right in his heart. Sammy's waiting in the car, and uh, me and my Dad take the thing into the woods, burn it to a crisp. I'm sitting there and looking into the fire, and I'm thinking to myself, I'm sixteen years old. Most kids my age are worried about pimples, prom dates. I'm seeing things that they'll never even know. Never even dream of. So right then, I just sort of-
Gordon: Embraced the life?
Dean: Yeah.
Gordon: Yeah.
Dean: (low) Yeah.
Gordon scoffs.
Dean: How'd you get started?
Gordon: First time I saw a vampire I was barely eighteen. Home alone with my sister. I hear the window break in her room. I grab my dad's gun, run in, try to get it off her. It's too late. So I shoot the damn thing. Which of course is about as useful as snapping it with a rubber band. It rushes me, picks me up, flings me across the room, knocks me out cold. When I wake up, the vampire's gone. My sister's gone.
Dean: And then?
Gordon: Then... try explaining that one to your family. So I left home. And then bummed around looking for information: how you track 'em, how you kill 'em. And I found that fang - it was my first kill.
Dean: Sorry about your sister.
Dean drinks.
Gordon: Yeah. She was beautiful. I can still see her, you know? The way she was.
Gordon drinks, then sighs.
Gordon: But hey, that was a long time ago. I mean, your dad. It's gotta be rough.
Dean: Yeah. Yeah, you know. He was just one of those guys. Took some terrible beatings, just kept coming. So you're always thinking to yourself, he's indestructible. He'll always be around, nothing can kill my dad. Then just like that-
Dean snaps his fingers.
Dean: he's gone.
Dean thinks. Gordon takes a deep breath.
Dean: I can't talk about this to Sammy. You know, I gotta keep my game face on.
He clears his throat.
Dean: But, uh... the truth is I'm not handling it very well. Feel like I have this-
Gordon: Hole inside you? And it just gets bigger and bigger and darker and darker? Good. You can use it. Keeps you hungry. Trust me. There's plenty out there needs killing, and this'll help you do it. Dean, it's not a crime to need your job.

EXT. ROADHOUSE - NIGHT
"Funny Car Graveyard" by Lee Rocker plays in the Roadhouse. A man gets on a motorcycle and drives off.

INT. ROADHOUSE - NIGHT
The roadhouse is crowded; Ellen is working behind the bar. She hears the phone ring and picks up.
Ellen: Harvelle's Roadhouse.

INT. MOTEL ROOM - NIGHT and ROADHOUSE - NIGHT, alternating
Sam is sitting on the bed, talking on his cell.
Sam: Hey, Ellen, uh, Sam Winchester.
Ellen is happy to hear from Sam.
Ellen: Sam, it's good to hear from you. You boys are okay, aren't you?
Sam (voiceover): Yeah. Yeah, everything's fine.
Sam: Got a question.
Ellen: Yeah, shoot.
Sam (voiceover): You ever run across a guy
Sam: named Gordon Walker?
Ellen: Yeah, I know Gordon.
Sam: And?
Ellen (voiceover): He's a real good hunter.
Ellen: Why are you asking, sweetie?
Sam (voiceover): Well, we ran into him on a job and
Sam: we're kinda working with him,
Sam (voiceover): I guess.
Ellen becomes concerned, folding herself up to focus on Sam.
Ellen: Don't do that, Sam.
Sam is confused.
Sam: I - I thought you said he was a good hunter.
Ellen: Yeah, and Hannibal Lecter's a good psychiatrist. Look, he is dangerous to everyone and everything around him. If he's working on a job you boys just let him handle it and you move on.
Sam: Ellen
Ellen (voiceover): No, Sam? You - just listen to what I'm telling you, okay?
Sam: Right, okay.

INT. BAR - NIGHT
Gordon: Know why I love this life?
Dean: Hmm?
Gordon: It's all black and white. There's no maybe. You find the bad thing, kill it. See, most people spend their lives in shades of gray. Is this right? Is that wrong? Not us.
Gordon drinks.
Dean: Not sure Sammy would agree with you, but uh...
Gordon: Doesn't seem like your brother's much like us.
Dean stares at him, startled.
Gordon: I'm not saying he's wrong. Just different. But you and me? We were born to do this. It's in our blood.
Gordon takes another drink. Dean looks thoughtful.

THE NEST

EXT. MOTEL PARKING LOT - NIGHT
Sam buys a soda from a vending machine and starts walking back to the room. He pauses as a noise is heard, before he opens his soda. He takes a drink, glancing around. Sam heads back to the room and opens the door, then he looks around the parking lot. He gets inside and leans against the door, relieved. Starting across the room, he places his soda on the table. Suddenly a dark figure jumps him from behind. He knocks his first attacker down, then the second; the first attacker rises up behind him and slams a heavy telephone into the back of his head, knocking him out.
The screen goes black.

EXT. BRIDGE - NIGHT/LATE SUNSET
The truck crosses a bridge, with a beautiful sunset in the background.
The screen goes black.

INT. FARMHOUSE - NIGHT
Sam is bound to a chair and gagged, a sack over his head. The screen goes black. The sack is pulled off by a blurry figure, who turns out to be the bartender from earlier. Sam jolts with recognition, trying to pull free from his bonds and working the gag in his mouth. The vampire shows his fangs and advances on Sam, who struggles to escape.
The screen goes black.

INT. NEST - NIGHT
As the vampire advances on Sam, Lenore appears in the doorway.
Lenore: Wait! Step back, Eli.
Eli pulls back, his fangs retracting. Sam looks from Eli to the woman and back. The woman walks over and pulls off Sam's gag.
Lenore: My name's Lenore. I'm not going to hurt you. We just need to talk.
Sam: Talk? Yeah, okay, but I might have a tough time paying attention to much besides Eli's teeth.
Lenore: He won't hurt you either. You have my word.
Sam: Your word? Oh yeah, great, thanks. Listen lady, no offense but you're not the first vampire I've met.
Lenore: We're not like the others. We don't kill humans, and we don't drink their blood. We haven't for a long time.
Sam: What is this, some kind of joke?
Lenore: Notice you're still alive.
Sam continues to look back and forth. He scoffs.
Sam: Okay, uh, correct me if I'm wrong here, but shouldn't you be starving to death?
Lenore: We've found other ways. Cattle blood.
Sam: You're telling me you're responsible for all the-
Lenore: It's not ideal, in fact it's disgusting. But - it allows us to get by.
Sam: Okay, uh, why?
Lenore: Survival. No deaths, no missing locals, no reason for people like you to come looking for people like us. We blend in. Our kind is practically extinct. Turns out we weren't quite as high up the food chain as we imagined.
Eli: Why are we explaining ourselves to this killer?
Lenore: Eli!
Eli: We choke on cow's blood so that none of them suffer. Tonight they murdered Conrad and they celebrated.
Lenore: Eli, that's enough.
Sam: Yeah, Eli, that's enough.
Lenore: What's done is done. We're leaving this town tonight.
Sam: Then why did you bring me here? Why are you even talking to me?
Lenore: Believe me, I'd rather not. But I know your kind. Once you have the scent you'll keep tracking us. It doesn't matter where we go. Hunters will find us.
Sam: So you're asking us not to follow you.
Lenore: We have a right to live. We're not hurting anyone.
Sam: Right, so you keep saying, but give me one good reason why I should believe you.
She gets in his face. Sam is slowly trying to back up, and look to the side to get away from her.
Lenore: Fine. You know what I'm going to do? I'm going to let you go.
He looks at her, startled.
Lenore: Take him back. Not a mark on him.
Sam is confused, glancing around.

EXT. NEST - NIGHT
Eli and another vampire lead Sam back to the truck, his head covered in the sack again. Opening the back door, they are careful in putting him in the cab before they drive off.

INT. MOTEL - NIGHT
Dean and Gordon sit at the table, discussing strategy over a map.
Gordon: This is the best pattern I can establish. It's sketchy at best.
Dean: Looks like it's all coming from this side of town. Which means the nest would be around here someplace, right?
Gordon: Yep, that's what I'm thinking. Problem is, there's thirty-five, forty farms out there. I've searched about half of 'em already, but nothing yet. They're covering their tracks real good.
Dean: Well, I guess we'll just have to search the other half.
Dean smiles up at Gordon who returns the smile, before he looks at his watch.
Dean: What time is it? Where is Sam?
Gordon: Car's parked outside. Probably went for a walk. Seems like the take-a-walk type.
Dean: Yeah, he is, but...
The door opens and Sam enters. He gives Dean a look.
Dean: Where you been?
Sam indicates outside with his head.
Sam: Can I talk to you alone?
Dean: (to Gordon) You mind chillin' out for a couple minutes?

THE JOB

EXT. PARKING LOT - NIGHT
Sam and Dean exit the motel room and walk into the parking lot during the following.
Sam: Dean, maybe we've got to rethink this hunt.
Dean: What are you talking about? Where were you?
Sam: In the nest.
Dean: You found it?
Sam: They found me, man.
Dean: How'd you get out? How many'd you kill?
Sam shrugs, with a half smile.
Sam: None.
Dean: Well Sam, they didn't just let you go.
Sam: That's exactly what they did.
They stop walking, facing each other.
Dean: All right, well, where is it?
Sam: I was blindfolded, I don't know.
Dean: Well, you've got to know something.
Sam: We went over that bridge outside of town, but Dean, listen. Maybe we shouldn't go after 'em.
Dean: Why not?
Sam: I don't think they're like other vampires. I don't think they're killing people.
Dean: You're joking.
Sam gives him a bitchface.
Dean: Then how do they stay alive? Or undead, or whatever the hell they are.
Sam: The cattle mutilations. They said they live off of animal blood.
Dean: And you believed 'em?
Sam spreads his arms to show Dean himself.
Sam: Look at me, Dean.
Sam scoffs.
Sam: They let me go without a scratch.
Dean: Wait, so you're saying... No, man, no way. I don't know why they let you go. I don't really care. We find 'em, we waste 'em.
Dean starts back.
Sam: Why?
Gordon is watching them from the corner in the shadows. They pause to talk face to face again.
Dean: What part of 'vampires' don't you understand, Sam? If it's supernatural, we kill it, end of story. That's our job.
Sam: No, Dean, that is not our job. Our job is hunting evil. And if these things aren't killing people, they're not evil!
Dean: Of course they're killing people, that's what they do. They're all the same, Sam. They're not human, okay? We have to exterminate every last one of them.
Sam: No, Dean, I-I don't think so, all right? Not this time.
Dean: Gordon's been on those vamps for a year, man, he knows.
Sam: Gordon?
Dean: Yes.
Sam: You're taking his word for it?
Dean: That's right.
Sam: Ellen says he's bad news.
Dean: You called Ellen?
Sam nods.
Dean: And I'm supposed to listen to her? We barely know her, Sam. No thanks, I'll go with Gordon.
Sam: Right, 'cause Gordon's such an old friend. You don't think I can see what this is?
Dean: What are you talking about?
Sam: He's a substitute for Dad, isn't he? A poor one.
Dean: Shut up, Sam.
Sam: He's not even close, Dean. Not on his best day.
Dean: (same time) You know what? I'm not even going to talk about this.
Sam: (same time) You know, you slap on this big fake smile but I can see right through it. Because I know how you feel, Dean. Dad's dead. And he left a hole, and it hurts so bad you can't take it, but you can't just fill up that hole with whoever you want to. It's an insult to his memory.
Dean: Okay.
He starts to turn away, then punches Sam, hard. Sam pauses, turning back slowly, his hand on his face where Dean had hit him.
Sam: You hit me all you want. It won't change anything.
Dean: I'm going to that nest. You don't want to tell me where it is, fine. I'll find it myself.
Sam gives Dean a look. Dean heads back to the room.
Sam: Dean?
Sam follows.

INT. MOTEL ROOM - NIGHT
Dean returns to the motel room, Sam following; Gordon is gone.
Dean: Gordon?
Both look around for Gordon.
Sam: You think he went after them?
Dean: Probably.
Sam: Dean, we have to stop him.
Dean: Really? Sam? Because I say we lend a hand.
Sam: Just give me the benefit of the doubt, would you? You owe me that.
Dean: Yeah, we'll see. I'll drive. Give me the keys.
Sam starts to head to the table with the cactus hanger and the keys, but they aren't there.
Sam: He snaked the keys.

INT. IMPALA - NIGHT
Dean is hotwiring his car and grimacing.
Dean: I can't believe this. I just fixed her up, too.

EXT. IMPALA - NIGHT
The car starts.

INT. IMPALA - NIGHT
Dean sighs.
Dean: So the bridge, is that, uh, is that all you got?
Sam: The bridge was four and a half minutes from their farm.
Dean: How do you know?
Sam looks at Dean.
Sam: I counted.
Sam starts tracing a path on the map in his lap.
Sam: They took a left out of the farm, then turned right onto a dirt road, followed that for two minutes slightly up a hill, then took another quick right and we hit the bridge.
Dean: You're good. You're a monster pain in the ass, but you're good.

EXT. MOTEL - NIGHT
The Impala pulls out, heading for the road.

BACK TO THE NEST

INT. NEST - NIGHT
Lenore is packing books into boxes; Eli comes in and sets a box on the table.
Lenore: In the truck, thank you.
Eli: We can't leave like this. Lenore. Listen to me, we need to stay and fight.
Lenore: They were my friends too, Eli, my family.
Eli: That's not what I'm talking about. This is self-defense. Kill or be killed. They can't hunt us if they're dead.
Lenore: Killing those three wouldn't solve anything. There's more where they came from. We're out-numbered. This. This is all we can do. Try and reason-
Eli: You can't reason with these people. They're going to kill us all anyway. We should at least take a few of them with us.
Lenore: I'm not giving up hope. If we can change, they can change. Now go into town and gather the others. We leave before sunrise.
Lenore gives Eli a slight push. He steps back, picks up the box, gives her a look, before leaving. She watches after him.

EXT. BRIDGE - NIGHT
Gordon's red car crosses the bridge. After pulling up and stopping briefly to think, Gordon turns up a small road.
Some ways behind, Sam and Dean are in the Impala.

INT. IMPALA - NIGHT
Sam sighs, staring at the map. Dean glances at him, then looks back to the road. Sam frowns at Dean. The Impala travels over the bridge.

EXT. FARMHOUSE - NIGHT
Lenore comes out of the house with a box, sets it on the flatbed of a truck. She turns and Gordon is there. He grabs her, raises a knife that glistens with blood. Her eyes grow large. He stabs it into her chest; she goes limp.
Gordon: Dead man's blood, bitch.
The screen goes black.

INT. FARMHOUSE - NIGHT
Gordon dips the knife into a jar of blood, before picking it out and looking it over slowly. Lenore is tied to a chair nearby, covered in cuts, pale and sickly. He circles around her, slices the bloody knife across her chest, letting the poison into her. She groans. Sam and Dean arrive.
Gordon: Sam, Dean. Come on in.
Dean: Hey, Gordon. What's going on?
Gordon: Just poisoning Lenore here with some dead man's blood. She's going to tell us where all her little friends are, aren't you? Wanna help?
Dean: Look, man-
Gordon: Grab a knife. I was just about to start in on the fingers.
He drags the knife across her arm; poisonous veins trace away from the cut.
Dean: Whoa, whoa, whoa, hey, let's all just chill out, huh?
Gordon: I'm completely chill.
Sam: Gordon, put the knife down.
Sam steps towards Gordon, Dean stops him with a hand on his chest.
Gordon: Sounds like it's Sam here needs to chill.
Sam: Just step away from her, all right?
Gordon: You're right. I'm wasting my time here. This bitch will never talk.
Gordon pulls out a larger knife.
Gordon: Might as well put her out of her misery. I just sharpened it, so it's completely humane.
He turns towards Lenore; Sam steps to block him.
Sam: Gordon, I'm letting her go.
Gordon points the knife at Sam's chest, stopping him.
Gordon: You're not doing a damn thing.
Dean: Hey, hey, hey, Gordon, let's talk about this.
Gordon: What's there to talk about? It's like I said, Dean. No shades of gray.
Dean: Yeah. I hear ya. And I know how you feel.
Gordon: Do you?
Dean: That vampire that killed your sister deserved to die, but this one...
Gordon laughs.
Gordon: Killed my sister? That filthy fang didn't kill my sister. It turned her. It made her one of them. So I hunted her down, and I killed her myself.
Dean: You did what?
Gordon: It wann't my sister anymore; it wasn't human. I didn't blink. And neither would you.
Sam: So you knew all along, then? You knew about the vampires, you knew they weren't killing anyone. You knew about the cattle. And you just didn't care.
Gordon: Care about what? A nest of vampires suddenly acting nice? Taking a little time out from sucking innocent people? And we're supposed to buy that? Trust me. Doesn't change what they are. And I can prove it.
Gordon grabs Sam's arm, slices the knife across it, then lays the knife against his throat, dragging him towards Lenore. Dean pulls his gun.
Dean: Let him go.
Sam grimaces as Gordon pulls him into position.
Dean: Now!
Gordon: Relax. If I wanted to kill him he'd already be on the floor. Just making a little point.
Gordon holds the cut on Sam's arm over Lenore, as she looks up hungrily. The blood drips on her face. She hisses, fangs extending.
Dean: Hey!
Gordon: You think she's so different? Still want to save her? Look at her.
The men are quiet while Lenore still growls.
Gordon: They're all the same. Evil, bloodthirsty.
Lenore controls herself, retracting her fangs, and turns her face away.
Lenore: No. No.
Sam: You hear her, Gordon?
Lenore: No! No!
Sam pushes the knife away from his throat, and pushes a thoughtful Gordon away.
Sam: We're done here.
Dean: Sam, get her out of here.
Sam: Yeah.
Sam picks Lenore up in his arms; Gordon takes a step towards him, but Dean still has the gun trained on him.
Dean: Uh-uh. Uh-uh!
Sam leaves with Lenore.
Dean: Gordon, I think you and I've got some things to talk about.
Dean steps carefully around. Gordon looks at the knife, before looking back at Dean. The camera focuses from the gun to Dean's serious face.
Gordon: Get out of my way.
Dean: Sorry.
Gordon: You're not serious.
Dean pulls his left hand up to steady the gun.
Dean: I'm having a hard time believing it too, but I know what I saw. If you want those vampires, you gotta go through me.
Gordon considers. He looks at his knife, then jams it into the table.
Gordon: Fine.
Dean looks at the knife, looks at his gun. He pulls the clip out of the gun and slides it in his pocket. He glances away from Gordon; Gordon punches him. They start fighting. Gordon grabs the knife again; Dean groans. They are fairly well matched. Dean shoves Gordon against a wall, trying to knock the knife out of his hand.
Gordon: What are you doing, man? You doing this for a fang? Come on, Dean, we're on the same side here.
Dean: I don't think so, you sadistic bastard.
Gordon hits Dean twice before he kicks Dean across the room.
Gordon: You're not like your brother. You're a killer. Like me.
Dean kicks Gordon down, hauls him up against the wall, and elbows him in the face, knocking him semi-conscious. Pinning him under his elbow, he walks Gordon's head into another wall.
Dean: Oh, sorry.
Dean sets him in a chair and ties him up.
Dean: You know, I might be like you, and I might not. But you're the one tied up right now.
Dean steps away. Gordon looks up at where Dean walked away.
The screen goes black.

EXT. FARMHOUSE - MORNING
The sun is peeking up between the trees.

INT. FARMHOUSE - MORNING
Gordon is tied to the chair, Dean pacing. Dean, wincing, turns to watch Gordon. The sound of the Impala returning, and the driver's door opens and closes. Sam comes inside. Gordon's thousand yard stare shifts to look up at Dean. Sam joins them, looking down at Gordon.
Sam: Did I miss anything?
Dean: Nah, not much.
Sam scoffs.
Dean: Lenore get out okay?
Sam: Yeah. All of 'em did.
Dean and Gordon look at Sam for a moment.
Dean: Then I guess our work here is done. How you doin', Gordy? Gotta tinkle yet?
Gordon looks at him.
Dean: All right. Well, get comfy. We'll call someone in two or three days, have them come out, untie ya.
He jams Gordon's knife into a table behind him.
Sam: (low) Ready to go, Dean?
Dean: Not yet.
Dean walks around to the front of Gordon. Gordon looks up at Dean.
Dean: I guess this is goodbye. Well, it's been real.
Dean hits Gordon, knocking him in his chair to the floor. He stands there, tonguing the injury in his mouth. Sam scratches his head and clears his throat. Dean starts to head out, turning to Sam.
Dean: Okay. I'm good now. We can go.
Dean heads out as Sam scoffs again. Sam glances down at Gordon before he, too, turns to exit behind Dean.

LEAVING

EXT. FARM - DAY
As they exit the farmhouse, both wince at their recent injuries - Sam's left arm is wrapped in a bandage. Dean stops, setting himself on his feet like a boxer.
Dean: Sam?
Sam: Yeah?
Dean motions for Sam to hit him.
Dean: Clock me one.
Sam: What?
Dean: Come on. Come on. I won't even hit you back. Let's go.
Sam scoffs.
Sam: No.
Dean: Let's go, you get a freebie. Hit me, come on.
Sam waves Dean off, turning from him and heading to the Impala. Dean reluctantly follows.
Sam: You look like you just went twelve rounds with a block of cement, Dean. I'll take a raincheck.
Dean: I wish we never took this job. It's jacked everything up.
They each pause at the Impala, talking over the car.
Sam: What do you mean?
Dean: Think about all the hunts we went on, Sammy, our whole lives.
Sam: Okay.
Dean: What if we killed things that didn't deserve killing? You know? I mean, the way Dad raised us...
Sam: Dean, after what happened to Mom... Dad did the best he could.
Dean: I know he did. But the man wasn't perfect. And the way he raised us, to hate those things; and man, I hate 'em. I do. When I killed that vampire at the mill I didn't even think about it; hell, I even enjoyed it.
Sam thinks a minute.
Sam: You didn't kill Lenore.
Dean: No, but every instinct told me to. I was gonna kill her. I was gonna kill 'em all.
Sam: Yeah, Dean, but you didn't. And that's what matters.
Dean: Yeah. 'Cause you're a pain in my ass.
Sam snorts, then opens the car door.
Sam: Guess I might have to stick around to be a pain in the ass, then.
Dean: Thanks.
Sam looks back at Dean before starting to climb in.
Sam: Don't mention it.
Sam gets in the passenger's side; Dean stares back at the farmhouse, with the sun framing his head for a moment, before climbing in and driving away.

503 Bloodlust - SC 9 - 1:12 RT

INT. MOTEL - DAY
Researching victims. Dean is excited for the hunt.

EXT. ADOBE MOTEL - DAY
A black and white picture of the Impala parked in front of a nice motel.

INT. ADOBE MOTEL - DAY
Sam looking at computer while sitting on the bed. Dean cleaning weapons at the table.
Sam: So someone's already here killing vampires, huh?
Dean: Well, it doesn't matter. You've still gotta smoke the nest, whether we find our mystery guest or not.
Sam: Yeah, I suppose.
Dean: Any luck with that address with Christine Flanagan?
Sam: Nah, just a PO Box. And guess what?
Dean: Hmm?
Sam: Same with the first victim.
Dean laughs.
Dean: Victim. That's- that's- that's funny.
Sam: You know what, Dean? They both got hired six months ago.
Dean: Yeah.
Sam: Six months. I mean, doesn't that seem long to you? Weren't the last vampires we tangled with migratory?
Dean heads over to the beds.
Dean: Well, if you think about it, I mean, they could get a job, they could blend in, you know. Nobody's gonna suspect the cute waitress at the diner, right? So. They get enough people; they bleed 'em in the nest. It's an all-you-can-eat buffet.
He pulls open the duffel bag, searching.
Sam: Yeah, okay. But ... the missing persons stats around here are average. Hell, they're actually below average.
Dean: Well, maybe they're grabbing their takeout from someplace else. I don't really care. All I know is I get to kill some vampires.
Dean's admiring the machete he pulled out. Sam looks back towards his computer, shakes his head. Dean looks back at him.
Dean: What?
Sam sits up, facing Dean.
Sam: Look, don't get me wrong, all right? I'm happy you're happy. But don't you think that, with everything that happened to Dad, you're just acting a little too caffeinated?
Dean: I'm enjoying my work, Sammy. You oughta try it sometime.
Dean turns back to the machete. Sam turns back to his computer.