Supernatural

Dad's gone now. He wants us to pick up where he left off.

We kill some evil sons of bitches and we raise a little hell.

Bela Talbot's her real name.

A hunter? Pretty far from a hunter.

I procure unique items for a select clientele.

- A thief. - A great thief.

I think you'll find that belongs to me.

- You're not gonna shoot anybody. - Aah!

Ever run across Gordon Walker?

I know about Sam's visions. I know everything.

Gordon should be reaching for the soap for the next few years.

You were right about everything. Sam Winchester is more than a monster.

I'm not even sure he's human.

We gotta get me the hell out of here.

It's rude to sneak up on people.

Bela Talbot.

You have me at a disadvantage. I don't know who you are.

Gordon Walker.

I've heard of you.

Heard you were in prison.

- Got out. - Released early on good behavior?

Looking for this?

I know you were just in Massachusetts.

And I know you were with the Winchester boys.

- Tell me where they are. - I don't think I know.

Oh.

Why don't you think a little harder?

Put that down. What's so pressing about finding the boys, anyway?

Sam Winchester is the Antichrist.

Mm.

- I'd heard something about that. - It's true.

From my good friend, the Easter bunny.

Who'd heard it from the tooth fairy.

Are you off your meds?

The world hangs in the balance.

So you go ahead and be a smart-ass.

Tell me where they are or I shoot.

Gordon, you and I don't know each other very well.

So let me tell you a little something about me.

I don't respond well to threats.

But you make me an offer, and I think you'll find me highly cooperative.

Okay.

How about, you tell me where they are or I kill you right now.

Kill me. Good luck finding Sam and Dean.

I can wrangle up three grand.

I don't get out of bed for three grand.

Scratch that. Give me the mojo bag and we'll call it even.

Oh, hell, no. This thing's a century old, it's...

Priceless.

Believe me, I know.

Now, how badly do you want the Winchesters?

Hmm.

Hello, Dean.

Hey, where are you?

Hey, hey. Don't worry, don't worry. We're gonna call you some help, okay?

Where is she? Where'd she go?

Smell that? Come and get it!

That's right. Come on.

I smell good, don't I?

I taste even better.

Come on. Free lunch.

Whoo!

What?

Cutting it a little close, don't you think?

Ah. I was just chumming the water.

Worked, didn't it?

Oh.

You with us?

Oh, yeah. Sorry, you're not going anywhere.

- Wha...? - Where's your nest?

- What? - Your nest.

Where you and your bloodsucking pals hang out?

I don't know what you're talking about.

Please, I don't feel good.

Yeah, well.

You're gonna feel worse, we give you another shot of Dead Man's Blood.

- Just let me go. - Ha.

- Yeah, you know we can't do that. - I'm telling you the truth.

I'm just... I took something.

I'm freaking out, I don't know what's going on.

You took something? - Yes.

I can't come down.

I just wanna come down.

- What's your name? - Lucy.

- Please, just let me go. - All right, Lucy, how about this?

If you tell us what happened...

...we'll let you go.

You will?

Uh...

I don't really...

Um...

It's... It's not that clear.

- Uh, I was at Spider. - Spider?

The club, on Jefferson.

And there was this guy, he was buying me drinks.

This guy. What's he look like?

Uh, he was old, like, 30.

He had brown hair, a leather jacket.

Deacon or Dixon or something.

Said he was a dealer, he had something for me.

- Something? Something new.

Better than anything you ever tried.

He put a few drops in my drink.

Ha. Was the drug red and thick?

Well, genius move there.

- That was vampire blood. - What?

You just took a big steaming shot of the nastiest virus.

You're crazy, he gave me roofies or something.

No. The next thing I know, we're at his place...

...and he says he's gonna get me something to eat, just wait.

But I get so hungry.

- So you busted out? - Yeah.

But it won't wear off...

...whatever he gave me.

Lights too bright? Sunshine hurts your skin?

Yeah.

And smells.

And I can hear blood pumping.

Well, I hate to tell you this, sweetheart, but your blood's never pumping again.

Not mine.

Yours.

I can hear a heart beating from half a block away.

I just want it to stop.

All right, listen, Wavy Gravy.

It's not going to stop.

You've already killed two people, almost three.

No, I couldn't.

I was hallucinating.

You killed them. We've been following a sloppy trail of corpses.

- And it leads straight to you. - No.

No, it wasn't real.

It was the drug.

Please.

Please, you have to help me.

No, no.

Poor girl.

We don't have a choice.

No.

Please. Aah!

Sir. A few questions about the attack.

- I already talked to the cops. - Well, we're not cops.

- We're FBI. - FBI?

- Can you describe your attacker? - Uh...

She was crazy. She had that, uh, super PCP strength, you know?

She gnawed on my neck.

Did she bleed on you?

- On me? No. - In your mouth, open wound, anything?

You sure about that?

- Yeah, I'm sure. Why do you ask? - This woman has a dangerous virus.

What?

S- She bit me in the neck.

The bite doesn't matter. You have to actually ingest the blood to be infected.

- Oh. - Good thing too.

We'd have had to kill you.

Ha.

- The attack? - She jumped me, then bit me.

And then those two guys found me, and, uh, chased her down the alley.

- What did they look like? - I didn't get a good look.

Think.

One of them was real tall.

That was a big fat waste of time.

Ah. Look.

Three blonds have gone missing, including Lucy.

All last sighted here.

I'm telling you, Dean, this is the hunting ground.

Hey.

Ha, ha. You're sick.

You ready, sweetie?

One taste of this, you'll never be the same.

Get out of here. Go, go.

- Dean. - Aah.

I'm good. Come on.

All right, run, I'll draw them off.

What? No, you're crazy.

There you are.

Yeah, sorry. I stopped for a slice.

Nice move you pulled back there, Dean, running right at the weapons.

Well, what can I say?

I'm a badass.

So I guess Gordon's out of jail.

Uh, yeah, I guess so. You know, how the hell did he know where to find us?

That bitch.

Hi, Bela. - Hello, Dean.

Question for you.

You called me yesterday. It wasn't to thank me for saving your ass, was it?

No. Gordon Walker paid me to tell him where you were.

Excuse me?

Well, he had a gun on me.

- What else was I supposed to do? - I don't know, pick up the phone.

Tell us that a raging psychopath was dropping by?

- I did intend to call. I got sidetracked. - He tried to kill us!

I'm sorry. I didn't realize it was such a big deal.

After all, there are two of you and one of him.

- There were two of them. - Oh.

Bela, if we make it out of this alive...

...the first thing I'm gonna do is kill you.

- You're not serious. - Listen to my voice...

...and tell me if I'm serious.

- I know you're uncomfortable... - Aah.

...but this is just temporary.