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+ | INT. ABANDONED CABIN | ||
+ | |||
+ | (Dean dumps holy water on a demon they have strapped to a chair) | ||
+ | |||
+ | DEMON: | ||
+ | Stop! | ||
+ | |||
+ | DEAN: | ||
+ | You ready to talk? | ||
+ | |||
+ | DEMON: | ||
+ | I don't know. I don't know anything! | ||
+ | |||
+ | DEAN: | ||
+ | Oh, you hear that, Sam? He doesn't know anything. | ||
+ | |||
+ | SAM: | ||
+ | Yeah, I heard. | ||
+ | |||
+ | DEMON: | ||
+ | I'm telling you the truth. | ||
+ | |||
+ | DEAN: | ||
+ | Oh, you are? My god, then I owe you an apology. Allow me to make it up to you. (Dean pours more holy water on the demon) I'm gonna ask you one last time...Who holds my contract?! | ||
+ | |||
+ | DEMON: | ||
+ | Your mother. Yeah, she, uh, showed it to me right before I bent her over. | ||
+ | |||
+ | DEAN: | ||
+ | I want a name. Or else... | ||
+ | |||
+ | DEMON: | ||
+ | Or what? You're gonna squirt your holy water in both ends? Please. Brother, that's like a fleabite compared to what's coming to me if I tell you jack. Do what you want. The only thing I'm scared is the demon holding your ticket. | ||
+ | |||
+ | (Sam begins reciting an exorcism) | ||
+ | |||
+ | DEAN: | ||
+ | How does that feel? Does that feel good? | ||
+ | |||
+ | DEMON: | ||
+ | Go ahead. Send me back to hell... 'Cause when you get there, I'll be waiting for you...With a few pals who are dying for a nice little meet and greet Dean Winchester. | ||
+ | |||
+ | SAM: | ||
+ | Should I? | ||
+ | |||
+ | DEAN: | ||
+ | Send him someplace he can't hurt anyone else. | ||
+ | |||
+ | (Sam continues the exorcism) | ||
+ | |||
+ | INT. MAIN ROOM OF ABANDONED CABINE | ||
+ | |||
+ | SAM: | ||
+ | (on the phone)You ran the prints twice? Are you sure? Okay. Yeah, just chalk it up to lab error. Don't I know it. Okay. Thanks. Yeah, I'll tell the lieutenant. | ||
+ | |||
+ | (Dean comes in from outside) | ||
+ | |||
+ | SAM: | ||
+ | Bury the body? | ||
+ | |||
+ | DEAN: | ||
+ | Yeah. Looks like these demons ride 'em hard just for kicks. What was the phone call about? | ||
+ | |||
+ | SAM: | ||
+ | Remember that thing in the paper yesterday? | ||
+ | |||
+ | DEAN: | ||
+ | "Stripper suffocates dude with thighs"? | ||
+ | |||
+ | SAM: | ||
+ | The other thing. | ||
+ | |||
+ | DEAN: | ||
+ | Right, the guy that walks into the E.R. and kneels over dead. His stomach's ripped out? | ||
+ | |||
+ | SAM: | ||
+ | His liver, actually. Anyways, I just found out something pretty damn interesting. | ||
+ | |||
+ | DEAN: | ||
+ | What? | ||
+ | |||
+ | SAM: | ||
+ | The dead body covered in bloody fingerprints, not the victim's. | ||
+ | |||
+ | DEAN: | ||
+ | Okay, great. My man Dave Caruso will be stoked to hear it. | ||
+ | |||
+ | SAM: | ||
+ | Those fingerprints match a guy who died in 1981. | ||
+ | |||
+ | DEAN: | ||
+ | Really? So, what are we talking? Uh, walking dead? Walking, killing dead? | ||
+ | |||
+ | SAM: | ||
+ | Maybe. | ||
+ | |||
+ | DEAN: | ||
+ | Zombies do like the other other white meat. Speaking of, what do you care about zombies? | ||
+ | |||
+ | SAM: | ||
+ | What do you mean? | ||
+ | |||
+ | DEAN: | ||
+ | Well, you've been on soul-saving detail for months now. And we're three weeks out, and all of a sudden, you're interested in some hot zombie action? | ||
+ | |||
+ | SAM: | ||
+ | Hey, man, you're the one who's been all gung ho to hunt. I just thought I'd be doing you a favor. | ||
+ | |||
+ | DEAN: | ||
+ | Hey, no, no, no, no, no. I didn't say I didn't want to do it, okay. I mean obviously I want to hunt some zombies. | ||
+ | |||
+ | SAM: | ||
+ | Okay, fine, whatever. | ||
+ | |||
+ | INT. CORONER'S LAB | ||
+ | |||
+ | CORONER: | ||
+ | Yeah, the rest of the body was intact. The liver was the only organ missing. | ||
+ | |||
+ | DEAN: | ||
+ | Now, where the liver was ripped out, did you happen to notice any teeth marks? | ||
+ | |||
+ | CORONER: | ||
+ | Can I see your badges? | ||
+ | |||
+ | SAM: | ||
+ | Of course, sure. | ||
+ | |||
+ | CORONER: | ||
+ | Fine. So you're cops and morons. | ||
+ | |||
+ | DEAN: | ||
+ | Excuse me? No, no. We're very smart. | ||
+ | |||
+ | CORONER: | ||
+ | The liver was not ripped out. It was removed. Surgically. By someone who knew their way around a scalpel. Didn't you read my report? | ||
+ | |||
+ | DEAN: | ||
+ | Of course we did. Oh, it was riveting. It was a real page-turner, just delightful. | ||
+ | |||
+ | CORONER: | ||
+ | You done? | ||
+ | |||
+ | DEAN: | ||
+ | I think so. | ||
+ | |||
+ | CORONER: | ||
+ | Please go away. | ||
+ | |||
+ | DEAN: | ||
+ | Okay. | ||
+ | |||
+ | SAM: | ||
+ | Sure. | ||
+ | |||
+ | INT. OUTSIDE OF CORONER'S LAB | ||
+ | |||
+ | (Sam is smiling) | ||
+ | |||
+ | DEAN: | ||
+ | What? | ||
+ | |||
+ | SAM: | ||
+ | Nothing. So, that kind of punches a hole in our zombie theory, huh, that scalpel thing? | ||
+ | |||
+ | DEAN: | ||
+ | Yeah, zombie with skills, "Dr. Quinn, medicine zombie". | ||
+ | |||
+ | SAM: | ||
+ | Maybe we're on the wrong track, Dean, looking for hacked-up corpses. | ||
+ | |||
+ | DEAN: | ||
+ | What should we be looking for? | ||
+ | |||
+ | SAM: | ||
+ | Survivors. This isn't zombie lunch. This is organ theft. | ||
+ | |||
+ | PATIENT: | ||
+ | I told the cops all of this yesterday. I don't want to talk about it anymore. | ||
+ | |||
+ | DEAN: | ||
+ | It's just a couple of questions, sir. | ||
+ | |||
+ | PATIENT: | ||
+ | Hey, man. I just got my kidney stolen. I'm tired. | ||
+ | |||
+ | DEAN: | ||
+ | We'll be out of here quick. Don't you want to get the guy? | ||
+ | |||
+ | PATIENT: | ||
+ | Will it get me back my kidney? | ||
+ | |||
+ | SAM: | ||
+ | So what's the last thing you remember? | ||
+ | |||
+ | PATIENT: | ||
+ | Feeding my meter. He jumped from behind...and then I wake up strapped to a table. And then the worst pain you could possibly imagine, only worse. And then I black out again. Thank god. And then I wake up screaming in some no-tell motel in a bathtub full of ice. | ||
+ | |||
+ | DEAN: | ||
+ | Do you remember anything about the surgery know, what the guy looked like, any details about the room? | ||
+ | |||
+ | PATIENT: | ||
+ | Let me think about that. Yeah...One thing is coming back to me. You know what I remember? Getting my kidney cut out of my body! | ||
+ | |||
+ | INT. MOTEL ROOM | ||
+ | |||
+ | SAM: | ||
+ | So, I got a theory. | ||
+ | |||
+ | (Dean unpacks a burger) | ||
+ | |||
+ | DEAN: | ||
+ | Yeah? | ||
+ | |||
+ | SAM: | ||
+ | Yeah, I talked to Mr. Giggle's doctor. Turns out his incisions were sewn up with silk. | ||
+ | |||
+ | DEAN: | ||
+ | That's weird. | ||
+ | |||
+ | SAM: | ||
+ | Yeah, nowadays it is, but silk used to be the suture of choice back in the early 19th century. It was really problematic. Patients would get massive infections. The death rate was insane. | ||
+ | |||
+ | DEAN: | ||
+ | Good times. | ||
+ | |||
+ | SAM: | ||
+ | Right, so doctors, they had to do whatever they could to keep infections from spreading. One way was maggots. | ||
+ | |||
+ | DEAN: | ||
+ | Dude, I'm eating. | ||
+ | |||
+ | SAM: | ||
+ | It actually kind of worked because maggots, they eat bad tissue, and they leave good tissue. And get this. When they found our guy, his body cavity was stuffed full of maggots. | ||
+ | |||
+ | DEAN: | ||
+ | Dude, I'm eating. Alright let me get this straight. So, people are getting ganked, right? | ||
+ | |||
+ | SAM: | ||
+ | Yeah. | ||
+ | |||
+ | DEAN: | ||
+ | A little "antiques roadshow" surgery, some organ theft. But why does that sound familiar? | ||
+ | |||
+ | SAM: | ||
+ | Because you heard it before. When you were a kid... from dad. Doc Benton...real-life doctor, lived in New Hampshire, brilliant and obsessed with alchemy,especially how to live forever. So, in 1816, | ||
+ | Doc abandons his practice and... | ||
+ | |||
+ | DEAN: | ||
+ | Right, yeah, nobody hears from him for like 20 years, and all of sudden, people start showing up dead. | ||
+ | |||
+ | SAM: | ||
+ | Dead or missing an organ or the hand or some other kind of part. | ||
+ | |||
+ | DEAN: | ||
+ | 'Cause whatever he was doing was actually working. He just kept on ticking. Parts would wear out, he'd replace them. But I thought dad hunted him down and took his heart out. | ||
+ | |||
+ | SAM: | ||
+ | Yeah, I guess the Doc must have plugged in a new one. | ||
+ | |||
+ | DEAN: | ||
+ | All right, where's he doing the deed? | ||
+ | |||
+ | SAM: | ||
+ | According to this, Benton's picky about where he sets up his lab. He likes dense forest with access to a river or stream or some kind of freshwater. | ||
+ | |||
+ | DEAN: | ||
+ | Why? | ||
+ | |||
+ | SAM: | ||
+ | Because that's where he likes to dump the bile and intestines and fecal matter. Lost your appetite yet? | ||
+ | |||
+ | DEAN: | ||
+ | (to his burger) Oh baby, I can't stay mad at you. | ||
+ | |||
+ | EXT. NIGHT | ||
+ | |||
+ | (A jogger is abducted. He wakes up in Doc Benton's cabin, strapped to an operating table. Doc Benton carves open his chest and removes his heart.) | ||
+ | |||
+ | JOGGER: | ||
+ | No please. No. No, no. | ||
+ | |||
+ | INT. MOTEL ROOM | ||
+ | |||
+ | SAM: | ||
+ | (pointing at map) So these are all the cabins. Most of them have been abandoned for years. | ||
+ | |||
+ | DEAN: | ||
+ | So what the hell are we waiting for? | ||
+ | |||
+ | BOBBY: | ||
+ | Hey. Think I finally got a bead on Bela. | ||
+ | |||
+ | DEAN: | ||
+ | I'm listening. | ||
+ | |||
+ | BOBBY: | ||
+ | Rufus Turner. | ||
+ | |||
+ | DEAN: | ||
+ | Who's that? Like a Cleveland steamer? | ||
+ | |||
+ | BOBBY: | ||
+ | He's a hunter, or he used to be. | ||
+ | |||
+ | DEAN: | ||
+ | And now? | ||
+ | |||
+ | BOBBY: | ||
+ | Hermit mostly. Does a little selling on the side. Anyway. I put the word out on Bela months ago. He just called. Said a woman got in touch, wanted to buy some things. | ||
+ | |||
+ | DEAN: | ||
+ | And he thinks it's Bela? | ||
+ | |||
+ | BOBBY: | ||
+ | British accent, went by the name Mina Chandler. | ||
+ | |||
+ | DEAN: | ||
+ | She's used that before. Well, it's kinda of a sloppy move isn't it? Getting in contact with one of your old friends. | ||
+ | |||
+ | BOBBY: | ||
+ | Friend?Haven't laid eyes on him in fifteen years. He's not the christmas card type. I doubt she knows I know him. Canaan, Vermont. | ||
+ | |||
+ | DEAN: | ||
+ | Thanks, Bobby. We're on our way. | ||
+ | |||
+ | BOBBY: | ||
+ | One other thing. Take a bottle of Johnnie Walker Blue. | ||
+ | |||
+ | DEAN: | ||
+ | Okay. (hangs up phone) Come on. We're going after Bela. | ||
+ | |||
+ | SAM: | ||
+ | What? Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold on a second. | ||
+ | |||
+ | DEAN: | ||
+ | Come on. Get your stuff. The clock's ticking. | ||
+ | |||
+ | SAM: | ||
+ | Look, I think we should stay here and finish the case. | ||
+ | |||
+ | DEAN: | ||
+ | You insane? | ||
+ | |||
+ | SAM: | ||
+ | Dean, there's no way she still has the colt! That was months ago! She probably sold it the second she got it. | ||
+ | |||
+ | DEAN: | ||
+ | Well, then I'll kill her. Win-win. We're going! | ||
+ | |||
+ | SAM: | ||
+ | No. | ||
+ | |||
+ | DEAN: | ||
+ | Why the hell not? | ||
+ | |||
+ | SAM: | ||
+ | Dean, this here. Now. This is what's gonna save you. | ||
+ | |||
+ | DEAN: | ||
+ | What? Chasing some Frankenstein? | ||
+ | |||
+ | SAM: | ||
+ | Chasing immortality. Look, Benton can't die. We find out how he did it, we can do it to you. | ||
+ | |||
+ | DEAN: | ||
+ | What are you talking about? | ||
+ | |||
+ | SAM: | ||
+ | You have to die before you go to hell, right? So, if you can never die, then... | ||
+ | |||
+ | DEAN: | ||
+ | Wait, wait, wait. Wait a second. Did you know that this was Benton from the jump? | ||
+ | |||
+ | SAM: | ||
+ | No. Look, I was hoping. | ||
+ | |||
+ | DEAN: | ||
+ | So the whole zombie thing, it was lying to me? | ||
+ | |||
+ | SAM: | ||
+ | I didn't wanna say anything until I was sure, Dean. All I'm trying to do is find an answer here. | ||
+ | |||
+ | DEAN: | ||
+ | No. What you're trying to do is chase Slicy McHackey here. And to kill him? No. You wanna buy him a freaking beer. You wanna study him. | ||
+ | |||
+ | SAM: | ||
+ | I was just trying to help. | ||
+ | |||
+ | DEAN: | ||
+ | You're not helping! You forget that if I welch on this deal, you die. Guess what? Living forever is welching - | ||
+ | |||
+ | SAM: | ||
+ | Fine! Then, whatever the magic pill is, I'll take it too! | ||
+ | |||
+ | DEAN: | ||
+ | Oh, what is this? Sid and Nancy? No. It's just like Bobby was saying. We kill the demon who owns the contract, and this whole damn thing wipes clean. That's our best shot. | ||
+ | |||
+ | SAM: | ||
+ | Even if you had the colt, Dean, who you're gonna shoot? We have no idea who holds the ticket. | ||
+ | |||
+ | DEAN: | ||
+ | Then I'll shoot the hellhounds before they slash me up. Now, you're coming or not? | ||
+ | |||
+ | SAM: | ||
+ | I'm staying here. | ||
+ | |||
+ | DEAN: | ||
+ | No, you're not. 'Cause I'm not gonna let you wander out in the woods alone to track some organ stealing freak. | ||
+ | |||
+ | SAM: | ||
+ | You're not gonna let me? | ||
+ | |||
+ | DEAN: | ||
+ | No, I'm not gonna let you. | ||
+ | |||
+ | SAM: | ||
+ | How are you gonna stop me? Look, man, we're trying to do the same thing here. | ||
+ | |||
+ | DEAN: | ||
+ | I know. But I'm going. So if you wanna stay...stay. (Dean heads to the door, and turns back to Sam) Sammy, be careful. | ||
+ | |||
+ | SAM: | ||
+ | You too. | ||
==ACT II== | ==ACT II== |
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Written by: Sera Gamble
Directed by: Charles Beeson
Air Date: 8 May 2008Contents
TEASER
EXT. NIGHT - OUTSIDE A HOSPITAL
DOCTOR 1: Up for a drink?
DOCTOR 2: No, I can't. I got to be up at the crack of dawn. Duty calls.
DOCTOR 1: Boob job?
DOCTOR 2: I wish. Nah, some crabby old broad wants the works. I need a forklift to get it all back up.
DOCTOR 1: All that work to have what? 15 minutes off her faces?
DOCTOR 2: Staying young is a brutal business.
(Doctor 2 goes to his car and is grabbed from behind and thrown in a trunk)
DOCTOR 2: Hey! Help! Let me out of here! Help!
(Doctor 2 stumbles into the hospital)
NURSE: Sir?
DOCTOR 2: Please.
NURSE: It's okay, sir. Let me see what happened. Don't you worry. There's nothing I haven't seen.
DOCTOR 2: No, no, no...
NURSE: Let me see...
(The nurse pulls at what the doctor is clutching and begins to scream)
ACT I
INT. ABANDONED CABIN
(Dean dumps holy water on a demon they have strapped to a chair)
DEMON: Stop!
DEAN: You ready to talk?
DEMON: I don't know. I don't know anything!
DEAN: Oh, you hear that, Sam? He doesn't know anything.
SAM: Yeah, I heard.
DEMON: I'm telling you the truth.
DEAN: Oh, you are? My god, then I owe you an apology. Allow me to make it up to you. (Dean pours more holy water on the demon) I'm gonna ask you one last time...Who holds my contract?!
DEMON: Your mother. Yeah, she, uh, showed it to me right before I bent her over.
DEAN: I want a name. Or else...
DEMON: Or what? You're gonna squirt your holy water in both ends? Please. Brother, that's like a fleabite compared to what's coming to me if I tell you jack. Do what you want. The only thing I'm scared is the demon holding your ticket.
(Sam begins reciting an exorcism)
DEAN: How does that feel? Does that feel good?
DEMON: Go ahead. Send me back to hell... 'Cause when you get there, I'll be waiting for you...With a few pals who are dying for a nice little meet and greet Dean Winchester.
SAM: Should I?
DEAN: Send him someplace he can't hurt anyone else.
(Sam continues the exorcism)
INT. MAIN ROOM OF ABANDONED CABINE
SAM: (on the phone)You ran the prints twice? Are you sure? Okay. Yeah, just chalk it up to lab error. Don't I know it. Okay. Thanks. Yeah, I'll tell the lieutenant.
(Dean comes in from outside)
SAM: Bury the body?
DEAN: Yeah. Looks like these demons ride 'em hard just for kicks. What was the phone call about?
SAM: Remember that thing in the paper yesterday?
DEAN: "Stripper suffocates dude with thighs"?
SAM: The other thing.
DEAN: Right, the guy that walks into the E.R. and kneels over dead. His stomach's ripped out?
SAM: His liver, actually. Anyways, I just found out something pretty damn interesting.
DEAN: What?
SAM: The dead body covered in bloody fingerprints, not the victim's.
DEAN: Okay, great. My man Dave Caruso will be stoked to hear it.
SAM: Those fingerprints match a guy who died in 1981.
DEAN: Really? So, what are we talking? Uh, walking dead? Walking, killing dead?
SAM: Maybe.
DEAN: Zombies do like the other other white meat. Speaking of, what do you care about zombies?
SAM: What do you mean?
DEAN: Well, you've been on soul-saving detail for months now. And we're three weeks out, and all of a sudden, you're interested in some hot zombie action?
SAM: Hey, man, you're the one who's been all gung ho to hunt. I just thought I'd be doing you a favor.
DEAN: Hey, no, no, no, no, no. I didn't say I didn't want to do it, okay. I mean obviously I want to hunt some zombies.
SAM: Okay, fine, whatever.
INT. CORONER'S LAB
CORONER: Yeah, the rest of the body was intact. The liver was the only organ missing.
DEAN: Now, where the liver was ripped out, did you happen to notice any teeth marks?
CORONER: Can I see your badges?
SAM: Of course, sure.
CORONER: Fine. So you're cops and morons.
DEAN: Excuse me? No, no. We're very smart.
CORONER: The liver was not ripped out. It was removed. Surgically. By someone who knew their way around a scalpel. Didn't you read my report?
DEAN: Of course we did. Oh, it was riveting. It was a real page-turner, just delightful.
CORONER: You done?
DEAN: I think so.
CORONER: Please go away.
DEAN: Okay.
SAM: Sure.
INT. OUTSIDE OF CORONER'S LAB
(Sam is smiling)
DEAN: What?
SAM: Nothing. So, that kind of punches a hole in our zombie theory, huh, that scalpel thing?
DEAN: Yeah, zombie with skills, "Dr. Quinn, medicine zombie".
SAM: Maybe we're on the wrong track, Dean, looking for hacked-up corpses.
DEAN: What should we be looking for?
SAM: Survivors. This isn't zombie lunch. This is organ theft.
PATIENT: I told the cops all of this yesterday. I don't want to talk about it anymore.
DEAN: It's just a couple of questions, sir.
PATIENT: Hey, man. I just got my kidney stolen. I'm tired.
DEAN: We'll be out of here quick. Don't you want to get the guy?
PATIENT: Will it get me back my kidney?
SAM: So what's the last thing you remember?
PATIENT: Feeding my meter. He jumped from behind...and then I wake up strapped to a table. And then the worst pain you could possibly imagine, only worse. And then I black out again. Thank god. And then I wake up screaming in some no-tell motel in a bathtub full of ice.
DEAN: Do you remember anything about the surgery know, what the guy looked like, any details about the room?
PATIENT: Let me think about that. Yeah...One thing is coming back to me. You know what I remember? Getting my kidney cut out of my body!
INT. MOTEL ROOM
SAM: So, I got a theory.
(Dean unpacks a burger)
DEAN: Yeah?
SAM: Yeah, I talked to Mr. Giggle's doctor. Turns out his incisions were sewn up with silk.
DEAN: That's weird.
SAM: Yeah, nowadays it is, but silk used to be the suture of choice back in the early 19th century. It was really problematic. Patients would get massive infections. The death rate was insane.
DEAN: Good times.
SAM: Right, so doctors, they had to do whatever they could to keep infections from spreading. One way was maggots.
DEAN: Dude, I'm eating.
SAM: It actually kind of worked because maggots, they eat bad tissue, and they leave good tissue. And get this. When they found our guy, his body cavity was stuffed full of maggots.
DEAN: Dude, I'm eating. Alright let me get this straight. So, people are getting ganked, right?
SAM: Yeah.
DEAN: A little "antiques roadshow" surgery, some organ theft. But why does that sound familiar?
SAM: Because you heard it before. When you were a kid... from dad. Doc Benton...real-life doctor, lived in New Hampshire, brilliant and obsessed with alchemy,especially how to live forever. So, in 1816, Doc abandons his practice and...
DEAN: Right, yeah, nobody hears from him for like 20 years, and all of sudden, people start showing up dead.
SAM: Dead or missing an organ or the hand or some other kind of part.
DEAN: 'Cause whatever he was doing was actually working. He just kept on ticking. Parts would wear out, he'd replace them. But I thought dad hunted him down and took his heart out.
SAM: Yeah, I guess the Doc must have plugged in a new one.
DEAN: All right, where's he doing the deed?
SAM: According to this, Benton's picky about where he sets up his lab. He likes dense forest with access to a river or stream or some kind of freshwater.
DEAN: Why?
SAM: Because that's where he likes to dump the bile and intestines and fecal matter. Lost your appetite yet?
DEAN: (to his burger) Oh baby, I can't stay mad at you.
EXT. NIGHT
(A jogger is abducted. He wakes up in Doc Benton's cabin, strapped to an operating table. Doc Benton carves open his chest and removes his heart.)
JOGGER: No please. No. No, no.
INT. MOTEL ROOM
SAM: (pointing at map) So these are all the cabins. Most of them have been abandoned for years.
DEAN: So what the hell are we waiting for?
BOBBY: Hey. Think I finally got a bead on Bela.
DEAN: I'm listening.
BOBBY: Rufus Turner.
DEAN: Who's that? Like a Cleveland steamer?
BOBBY: He's a hunter, or he used to be.
DEAN: And now?
BOBBY: Hermit mostly. Does a little selling on the side. Anyway. I put the word out on Bela months ago. He just called. Said a woman got in touch, wanted to buy some things.
DEAN: And he thinks it's Bela?
BOBBY: British accent, went by the name Mina Chandler.
DEAN: She's used that before. Well, it's kinda of a sloppy move isn't it? Getting in contact with one of your old friends.
BOBBY: Friend?Haven't laid eyes on him in fifteen years. He's not the christmas card type. I doubt she knows I know him. Canaan, Vermont.
DEAN: Thanks, Bobby. We're on our way.
BOBBY: One other thing. Take a bottle of Johnnie Walker Blue.
DEAN: Okay. (hangs up phone) Come on. We're going after Bela.
SAM: What? Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold on a second.
DEAN: Come on. Get your stuff. The clock's ticking.
SAM: Look, I think we should stay here and finish the case.
DEAN: You insane?
SAM: Dean, there's no way she still has the colt! That was months ago! She probably sold it the second she got it.
DEAN: Well, then I'll kill her. Win-win. We're going!
SAM: No.
DEAN: Why the hell not?
SAM: Dean, this here. Now. This is what's gonna save you.
DEAN: What? Chasing some Frankenstein?
SAM: Chasing immortality. Look, Benton can't die. We find out how he did it, we can do it to you.
DEAN: What are you talking about?
SAM: You have to die before you go to hell, right? So, if you can never die, then...
DEAN: Wait, wait, wait. Wait a second. Did you know that this was Benton from the jump?
SAM: No. Look, I was hoping.
DEAN: So the whole zombie thing, it was lying to me?
SAM: I didn't wanna say anything until I was sure, Dean. All I'm trying to do is find an answer here.
DEAN: No. What you're trying to do is chase Slicy McHackey here. And to kill him? No. You wanna buy him a freaking beer. You wanna study him.
SAM: I was just trying to help.
DEAN: You're not helping! You forget that if I welch on this deal, you die. Guess what? Living forever is welching -
SAM: Fine! Then, whatever the magic pill is, I'll take it too!
DEAN: Oh, what is this? Sid and Nancy? No. It's just like Bobby was saying. We kill the demon who owns the contract, and this whole damn thing wipes clean. That's our best shot.
SAM: Even if you had the colt, Dean, who you're gonna shoot? We have no idea who holds the ticket.
DEAN: Then I'll shoot the hellhounds before they slash me up. Now, you're coming or not?
SAM: I'm staying here.
DEAN: No, you're not. 'Cause I'm not gonna let you wander out in the woods alone to track some organ stealing freak.
SAM: You're not gonna let me?
DEAN: No, I'm not gonna let you.
SAM: How are you gonna stop me? Look, man, we're trying to do the same thing here.
DEAN: I know. But I'm going. So if you wanna stay...stay. (Dean heads to the door, and turns back to Sam) Sammy, be careful.
SAM: You too.