"Fresh Blood"
Original Airdate: November 15, 2007
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SAM: There you are!
DEAN: Sorry, I stopped for a slice.
SAM: Nice move you pulled back there, Dean! Running right at the weapons.
DEAN: Well, what can I say? I'm a bad ass. So, I guess Gordon's out of jail.
SAM: Yeah, I guess so. Y'know, how the hell did he know how to find us?
DEAN: That bitch. Hi Bela.
BELA: Hello Dean.
DEAN: Question for you. You called me the other day, it wasn't to thank me for saving your ass, was it?
BELA: No, Gordon Walker paid me to tell you where you were.
DEAN: Excuse me?
BELA: Well, he had a gun on me, what else was I supposed to do?
DEAN: I don't know, maybe pick up the phone and tell us that a raging psychopath was dropping by?
BELA: I did fully intend to call, I just got a bit sidetracked.
DEAN: He tried to kill us!
BELA: I'm sorry, I didn't realize it was such a big deal. After all, there are two of you and one of him.
DEAN: There were two of them.
BELA: Oh.
DEAN: Bela, if we make it out of this alive, the first thing I'm going to do is kill you.
BELA: You're not serious.
DEAN: Listen to my voice and tell me if I'm serious.
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SAM: The vampire is still out there, Dean.
DEAN: First thing's first.
SAM: Gordon.
DEAN: About that, when we find him or if he finds us?
SAM: Yeah?
DEAN: Well, I'm just saying he's not leaving us a whole lot of options.
SAM: Yeah, I know. We gotta kill him.
DEAN: Really? Just like that? I thought you would have been like, "no we can't, he's a human, it's wrong."
SAM: No, I'm done. I mean, Gordon's not gonna stop until we're dead. Or until he is.
DEAN: What?!
BELA: I don't like it when people hold grudges against me, and more to the point, I'd rather you didn't kill me. So I went ahead and found Gordon's exact location for you.
DEAN: You're a hundred miles away, how the hell did you -
BELA: Hello? Purveyor of powerful occult objects? I used a talking board to contact the other side.
DEAN: And?
BELA: Warehouse. Two stories, river front, neon sign out front.
DEAN: Thanks.
BELA: One more thing. The spirit had a message for you. Leave town, run like hell, and whatever you do, don't got after Gordon. For whatever that's worth.
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DEAN: Man, I must have checked three dozen motels, empty buildings, warehouses.
SAM: Yeah, me too. Big city.
DEAN: It's like a giant haystack and Gordon's a deadly needle. We're running out of daylight, won't have the sun slowing him down.
SAM: Yeah, he'll be unstoppable. Hey, give me your phone.
DEAN: What for?
SAM: Well, if Gordon knows our cell numbers, he can use the cell's signal to track us down.
DEAN: Oh yeah, nice. Sammy, stay here.
SAM: What? Where you going now?
DEAN: I'm going after Gordon.
SAM: What?
DEAN: You heard me.
SAM: Not alone, you're not.
DEAN: Sam, I don't need you to sign me a permission slip, okay? He's after you, not me, and he's turbo charged. I want you to stay out of harm's way. I'll take care of it.
SAM: Well, Dean, you're not going by yourself, you're going to get yourself killed.
DEAN: Just another day at the office. It's a massively dangerous day at the office.
SAM: So, what, you're the guy with nothing to lose now, huh? Oh, wait, let me guess, because, it's because you're already dead, right?
DEAN: If the shoe fits.
SAM: Y'know, man, I'm sick and tired of your old stupid kamikaze tricks.
DEAN: Whoa, whoa, kamikaze? I'm more like a ninja.
SAM: That's not funny.
DEAN: It's a little funny.
SAM: No, it's not.
DEAN: What do you want me to do, Sam, huh? Sit around all day writing sad poems about how I'm gonna die? You know what, I've got one. What rhymes with "shut up, Sam?"
SAM: Dude. Drop the attitude, Dean. Quit turning everything into a punch line. And you know something else? Stop acting like you're not afraid.
DEAN: I'm not.
SAM: You're lying. And you may as well drop it cause I can see right through you.
DEAN: You've got no idea what you're talking about.
SAM: Yeah, I do. You're scared, Dean, you're scared because your year is running out and you're still going to hell, and you're freaked.
DEAN: And how do you know that?
SAM: Because I know you!
DEAN: Really?
SAM: Yeah, because I've been following you around my entire life! I mean, I've been looking up to you since I was four, Dean. Studying you, trying to be just like my big brother. So, yeah, I know you, better than anyone else in the entire world. And this...is exactly how you act when you're terrified. And, I mean, I can't blame you. It's just...
DEAN: What?
SAM: It's just I wish you would drop the show and be my brother again. Cause...just cause.
DEAN: Alright, we'll hole up. Cover up our scent so he can't track us. Wait out the night here.
SAM: You've had that phone two hours, Dean, who'd you give the number to?
DEAN: Nobody. Hello?
GORDON: Dean.
DEAN: How'd you get this number?
GORDON: Scent's all over the phone store. Course, I can't smell you now. Where are you?
DEAN: Guess you'll just have to find us, won't you?
GORDON: I'd rather you come to me.
DEAN: What's the matter, Gordo, you're not afraid of us, are you? We're just sitting here. Bring it on!
GORDON: I don't think so. Factory on River Side off the turnpike.
DEAN: Gordon let the girl go.
GORDON: Bye Dean.
DEAN: Gordon! Let the girl go! You don't kill innocent people, you're still a hunter.
GORDON: No, I'm a monster.
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DEAN: You just charged a super vamped out Gordon with no weapon. It's a little reckless, don't you think?
SAM: Here you go.
DEAN: Thanks.
SAM: Figure out what's making that rattle?
DEAN: Not yet. Give me a box wrench, would you?
SAM: Yep.
DEAN: Thanks. Sam.
SAM: Wrong one?
DEAN: No, no, come here for a second.
SAM: Yeah?
DEAN: This rattle could be a couple of things. I'm thinking it's an out of tune car.
SAM: Okay.
DEAN: See this thing? This is your valve cover. Inside are all the parts that are on the head. Hand me the socket wrench. Alright, you with me so far?
SAM: Yeah, uh, valve cover covers the heads.
DEAN: Very good. Now, this is your intake manifold. Okay, on top of it -
SAM: It's, uh, the carburetor.
DEAN: Carburetor.
SAM: Yeah.
DEAN: Very good.
SAM: What's with the auto shop? What, you don't mean you want me -
DEAN: Yeah, I do. You fix it.
SAM: Dean, you barely let me drive this thing.
DEAN: Well, it's time. You should know how to fix it. You're going to need to know these things for the future. And besides, it's my job, right? Show my little brother the ropes? Put your shoulder into it.
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