Supernatural

I think he wants us to pick up where he left off.

Saving people, hunting things. Family business.

I don't understand the blind faith you have in the man.

It's called being a good son.

You were just pissed off you couldn't control me anymore!

If only your boys knew how much their daddy loved them.

Dad?

-Did he say anything to you? -No.

I'm dealing with Dad's death.

Are you?

[FOOTSTEPS RUNNING IN DISTANCE]

Woo! Listen to her purr. You ever heard anything so sweet?

If you two wanna get a room, just let me know.

Oh, don't listen to him, baby.

He doesn't understand us.

-You're in a good mood. -Why shouldn't I be?

-No reason. -I got my car.

Got a case. Things are looking up.

Wow.

Give you a couple of severed heads and a pile of dead cows...

...and you're Mr. Sunshine.

How far to Red Lodge?

About another 300 miles.

Good.

The murder investigation is ongoing. That's all I can share with the press.

Sure, we understand that. But just for the record.

You found the first head last week...

-...correct? -Uh-huh.

Okay, and the other, a Christina Flanagan.

-That was two days ago. Then-- -Excuse me, sheriff.

Oh, thank you.

-Sorry, time's up. We're done here. -One last question.

-What about the cattle? -Excuse me?

The cows found dead...

...split open, drained, over a dozen cases?

What about them?

So you don't think there's a connection?

Connection with...?

First, cattle mutilations.

Now, two murders. Kind of sounds like ritual stuff.

You know, like satanic-cult ritual stuff.

You....

-You're not kidding. -No.

Those cows aren't being mutilated.

-You wanna know how I know? -How?

Because there's no such thing as cattle mutilation.

Cow drops, leave it in the sun...

...within 48 hours the bloat will split it open so clean...

...it's just about surgical.

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

...because that's what gravity does.

But, hey, it could be Satan.

What newspaper did you say you work for?

-World Weekly News. -Weekly World News.

-World-- -Weekly World.

World-- I'm new.

Get out of my office.

-John. -Jeff.

Jeff, I know that.

Dr. Dworkin needs to see you in his office.

But Dr. Dworkin's on vacation.

He's back and he's pissed. He's screaming for you.

-So if I were you, I would: -Okay.

Okay.

Those Satanists in Florida, they marked their victims?

-Yeah. Reverse pentacle on the forehead. -Yeah.

So much F'd up crap happens in Florida.

All right, open it.

You open it.

You wuss.

Well, no pentagram.

-Wow. Poor girl. -Maybe we should look in her mouth.

See if those wackos stuffed anything down her throat.

You know, kind of like the moth in Silence of the Lambs.

-Yeah, yeah, go ahead. -No, you go ahead.

-What? -Put the lotion in the basket.

Right, yeah, I'm the wuss, huh?

Whatever.

[SIGHS THEN CLEARS THROAT]

-Dean, get me a bucket. Find something?

No, I'm gonna puke.

-Wait, lift her lip up again. -What?

-You want me to throw up. -No, no, no. I think I saw something.

What is that, a hole?

It's a tooth. -Sam, that's a fang.

A retractable set of vampire fangs. You gotta be kidding me.

Well, this changes things.

You think?

[BLUES MUSIC PLAYING IN TAVERN]

-How's it going? -Living the dream.

-What can I get for you? -Two beers, please.

So we're looking for some people.

Sure. It's hard to be lonely.

Yeah, but that's not what I meant.

Great, so these people, they would've moved here about six months ago.

-Probably pretty rowdy, like to drink. -Yeah, real night owls, you know?

Sleep all day, party all night.

Barker Farm got leased out a couple months ago. Real winners.

They've been in here a lot. Drinkers. Noisy.

I've had to eighty-six them once or twice.

Thanks.

-Smile. -What?

-Show us those pearly whites. -For the love of--

You wanna stick that thing someplace else? I'm not a vampire.

Yeah, that's right. I heard you guys.

-What do you know about vampires? -How to kill them.

Now, seriously, bro, that knife's making me itch.

-Hey. -Whoa, easy there, Chachi.

See? Fangless. Happy?

Now, who the hell are you?

Sam and Dean Winchester.

I can't believe it.

I met your old man once. Hell of a guy. Great hunter.

I heard he passed. I'm sorry.

That's big shoes.

But from what I hear, you guys fill them. Great trackers. Good in a tight spot.

-Seem to know a lot about our family. -Word travels fast.

-You know how hunters talk. -No, we don't, actually.

I guess there's a lot your dad never told you, huh?

So, um....

So those two vampires, they were yours.

Yep. Been here two weeks.

-Did you check out that farm? -Just a bunch of hippie freaks.

They could kill you with that patchouli smell.

Where's the nest, then?

I got this one covered.

Don't get me wrong, it's a real pleasure meeting you.

But I've been on this thing for over a year.

I killed a fang back in Austin, tracked the nest here.

I'll finish it.

-We could help. -Thanks.

But I'm a go-it-alone type of guy.

Come on, I've been itching for a hunt.

Sorry. But, hey, I hear there's a chupacabra two states over.

Go ahead and knock yourselves out.

It was real good meeting you, though.

I'll buy you a drink on the flip side.

[THUMPING THEN WATER SPLASHES]

So I guess I gotta buy you that drink.

Here you go.

No, no, I got it. Come on.

I insist.

-Thank you, sweetie. You're welcome. Thanks.

-Another one bites the dust. -That's right.

Dean.

You gave that big-ass fang one hell of a haircut, my friend.

Thank you. -That was beautiful, absolutely beautiful.

-Well.... You all right, Sammy? -Yeah, I'm fine.

-Well, lighten up a little, Sammy. -He's the one who gets to call me that.

Okay. No offense meant. Just celebrating a little. Job well done.

Right, well, decapitations aren't my idea of a good time, I guess.

Oh, come on, man. It's not like it was human.

-You gotta have fun with your job. -That's what I've been trying to tell him.

You could learn a thing or two from this guy.

Yeah, I bet I could.

Look, I'm not gonna bring you guys down.

I'm just gonna go back to the motel.

-Are you sure? Yeah.

Sammy.

Remind me to beat that buzz kill out of you later, all right?

-Something I said? -No, he just gets that way sometimes.

Tell you what...

...match of Quarters for the next round.

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 me and my dad take the thing into the woods...

...and burn it to a crisp.

I'm sitting there, and I'm looking into the fire. I'm thinking to myself:

"I'm 16 years old.

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-- -Embraced the life?

-Yeah. -Yeah.

Yeah.

How'd you get started?

First time I saw a vampire, I was barely 18.

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 was too late.

So I shoot the damn thing...

...which 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 is gone.

And then?

Then....

Try explaining that one to your family.

So I left home.

And then bummed around, looking for information.

How you track them, how you kill them.

And I found that fang.

It was my first kill.

Sorry about your sister.

Yeah.

She was beautiful.