We think it may have been an Alpha.
An Alpha, like...? Like all monsters come from somewhere.
Bag me a live Alpha.
The first of your species. The very first.
Sam: Prison full of monsters -- can't just leave them,
can't let them go. I understand.
Geothrive is part of Roman Enterprises.
Dick's funding an archaeological dig...
Factory in Saudi Arabia... Fishery in Jakarta...
George: A research center -- it's everywhere.
It's all tied together, Dean.
Sam: He's not in control.
That was vengeful-spirit crap.
But it's still Bobby.
Well, what the hell are you?
I'm a... K-Kevin Tran.
I'm in advanced placement.
Castiel: He's a Prophet of the Lord.
Sam: And that's the word of God?
One of them, yes.
Well, what's it say, then? Kevin: It's about Leviathan.
Does it say anything about how to kill them?
Leviathan cannot be slain
but by a bone of a righteous mortal
washed in the three bloods of the fallen.
It says we need to start with the blood of a fallen angel.
Always happy to bleed for the Winchesters.
[ Crunching ]
Hello, Kevin.
Thanks, Phil.
And now we turn our attention to agriculture,
where an unlikely personality has now come on to the scene
in a major way.
Richard Roman, a C.E.O. whose company
dominates the defense and aviation sectors,
not to mention being a giant
in the motivational-speaking world.
What can I say, Gloria? I'm a multitasker.
Clearly.
And now you've recently purchased controlling stock
in Sucrocorp --
It's a pleasure to have you with us, Richard.
Please. "Dick."
So, tell us, Dick,
why the recent fascination with big foods?
Well, it's no secret we all love to eat,
but now Sucrocorp will focus on eating well.
Help me connect the dots.
How will pumping sweeteners into our system
make us healthier?
One word -- purity.
We're dialing back the additives
to deliver the highest quality all-American product
you people deserve.
America is for go-getters,
folks who get off their butts and make it happen.
And we need you just as healthy as you can be.
Which is why we are diving whole hog
into what keeps Americans living longer...
and tasting better.
You do, of course, mean to say
the food will be tasting better.
That's exactly what I mean.
♪ Supernatural 7x22 ♪ There Will Be Blood Original Air Date on May 11, 2012
== sync, corrected by elderman ==
Your 11:00 a.m. is waiting in the conference room.
Thank you, Susan.
Susan...
Are we still looking for a rep in Mainstream Media?
- Yes, we are. - Wunderbar.
Put a "replace order" on Gloria there.
And with the corpse?
Call Chef Fieri.
I feel like barbecue.
Kevin. Dick.
I'm very excited to meet you.
You nervous?
Don't be.
I'm your biggest fan.
[ Exhales sharply ]
I brought you a present.
What's that say, Kev?
I don't know.
Cute.
Edgar?
[ Switchblade clicks ]
[ Whimpers ]
Easy, Edgar. Don't scare the boy.
[ Breathing rapidly ]
[ Slicing ]
You know, I've checked, Kevin.
Number one in your class,
winner of the Chad Kennedy top young scientist prize --
all that on top of being Keeper of the Word.
You're a clever young man.
I'm confident you'll make the right choice here.
But I see this is a negotiation.
Well, I will sweeten... the pot.
What is it?
My sources tell me you're applying to Princeton.
Letter of recommendation like that from a man like me --
done.
I can't do it.
I admire your gumption, kid.
But I still think there's some wiggle room here.
I tell you what --
let's kick it up a notch.
See if I can't change your mind.
Edgar, that live feed up yet?
Of course.
[ Click ]
Kevin: Ma?
Mom?!
Well, I think this negotiation is concluded.
[ Whimpers ]
You drive a hard bargain, kid.
[ Keys clacking ]
Okay, man, I have read this more times
than the Playboy I found in dad's duffel.
Anna Nicole?
Anna Nicole.
Oh, the good -- they die young, huh?
[ Scoffs lightly ]
Look, we can read this till our eyes bleed.
This ain't getting any clearer.
Okay. Then what does it mean?
Uh [slaps table]
Cut off the head, and the body will flounder.
- Yeah. - Okay.
Well, I think we both agree that the head is Dick. Right?
Right.
So, bottom line is, we go grab the stuff,
and we mix ourselves a weapon.
End of story.
Look, I'm all for killing Dick.
I'm just saying, what then?
I mean, what about the rest of the Leviathan?
What, are they gonna just...drop dead?
I don't know. Maybe.
Maybe?
"Maybe" is good enough for you right now?
- One problem at a time, all right? - Okay.
But it's not a crazy idea
to try and figure out what the catch is
before we go crashing the gate.
Maybe this is the catch.
God's not telling us every detail.
You know?
The word is from God.
I don't know how much better it's gonna get.
[ Spits ]
[ Water runs ]
[ Water stops ]
[ Toothbrush taps ]
Hey, Bobby.
How you feeling?
Stronger than ever.
Now, while you two have been chasing your tails,
I've been thinking on that weapon.
Wait a second. Don't you think you should be saving your strength?
For what?
I'm just saying you might want to slow down. You don't look so hot.
I'm in the veil.
My Brad Pitt days are over.
Now, the kid says
that the only way to kill Leviathan
is with a bone washed in the three bloods of the fallen.
It's got to be from a human as light and good
as the Leviathan are hungry and dark.
Yeah. Good luck with that.
The rest is doable, and doable now.
You've already got the fallen angel blood.
Now, next up is blood from the ruler
of fallen humanity.
Now, the best I can tell, that's Crowley.
Numero tres is the father of fallen beasts.
Which means...?
You got to bleed an Alpha.
But they're all dead.
I mean, every one we found, we rounded up for Crowley,
and then Cass whammied them all.
Well, then, make this Cass' problem, too.
Cass ain't exactly in the problem-solving mode, Bobby.
Then Crowley!
All right, I get it. I get it.
Do you?!
[ Glass shatters ]
I'm just sayin'.
I have faith that you boys will figure it out.
Relax. I'm fine.
Just got a little carried away.
Man: Here at Sucrocorp,
your well-being is our number-one priority.
[ Theme music plays ]
Sucrocorp...
Little F.Y.I.
Bobby's officing out of the John these days.
Uh...awkward.
Yeah, you're telling me.
He does have some ideas about the weapon, though.
- Really? - Yeah.
Well, uh, he may be just in time.
"Roman acquires..." What's Sucrocorp?
They make food additives,
namely high-fructose corn syrup.
That crap is in -- well, it's in just about everything --
um, soda, sauces, bread.
Don't say "pie."
Definitely pie.
Bastards. [ Chuckles ]
So now what?
Roman's moved past restaurants?
And into grocery stores, Gas n' Sips, vending machines.
What can we do about it?
Short of going Al Qaeda on their trucks and plants,
there's nothing we can do about it.
Like I said, uh, Bobby's got some ideas.
Et ad congregandum eos coram me.
Hello, boys.
[ Keys clacking ]
That's some bracing prose you're putting down there, Kevin.
[ Clacking continues ]
[ Chair creaks ]
You all done?
You've done well. Princeton will be lucky to have you.
Kevin: What about my mom?
Make the call.
[ Beep ]
Release her.
But stress the consequences of talking.
Kevin, I'm gonna request the pleasure of your company
a tad longer.
You, on the other hand,
I need to drop in on an old friend.
So, that's what all the "rumble, rumble" was about.
Who translated it for you?
Never mind. You gonna give us the blood or not?
Happily.
But not quite yet.
I'm all for chopping Dick,
but I can't have you running around
with a vial of my blood, now, can I?
You know the sheer number of nefarious spells
my enemies can use that blood for?
- Well, then when? - Last.
After you've got all the other components.
Most difficult, the angel part, I'm assuming.
Given your role in their little apocalypse,
I can't imagine the choirboys upstairs
are wetting their vestments to do you -- what's the word? --
a solid...
Unless, of course, you have an angel up your sleeve.
Well, that'd be convenient, but, uh, no.
Don't worry about it.
We'll get the angel blood one way or another.
We just need you to be ready next time we call.
Fine.
Oh, here's a tip.
I have it on good authority
there's one Alpha still among us.
Whose authority?
Mine.
Wily character, that Alpha vampire.
Somehow made good his prison break
before Cass went nuclear on the place.
And you know this how?
Keep your friends close,
your enemies, blah blah.
Needless to say, I keep tabs.
He moves around quite a bit.
But I have an inkling
I know where to start the Easter-egg hunt.
Happy trails.
[ Air whooshes ]
Okay. Where, jackass?!
Hoople, North Dakota.
Piece of paper would have worked.
[ Engine turns over ]
[ Bell dings ]
[ Machinery whirring ]
Hey.
He seem angry?
Angry? Of course he's angry.
If you were Bobby, wouldn't you be?
But was he showing signs of fatigue,
like -- like fritzing?
No, actually, it was just the opposite.
He said he never felt stronger.
That's what I was afraid of.
[ Bell jingles ] The stronger he gets,
the closer he comes to going full vengeful spirit.
That's reality.
We need to talk about what we're going to do with him.
- Do with him? - Yeah.
Three weeks ago, you were talking how this could work.
And now you want to go Kevorkian on his ass?
I'm just saying that the lore
doesn't have a single real-life example
of Casper the friendly ghost.
It's all basically poltergeists until a hunter comes along...
Yeah, well, the lore sucks.
I'm talking pure hatred, Dean.
No humanity.
I mean, he could...kill...
possess people.
I mean, Bobby could burn this friggin' building down.
Look, if he goes off the rails -- Hey.
What?
Check out that guy over there.
He seem a little out of it to you?
I-I don't know. Maybe.
What about Paula Deen over here?
Yeah, they -- they look like...
[ Slurping ]
...like those Turducken people.
It's starting.
It's the corn syrup.
Everything in the store is laced with it.
Everything?
Hey, man, I'm gonna go into toxic shock, okay?
I-I...I need my road food.
That's what Roman is banking on.
Hey.
This one says "natural." T-that means it's safe. Right?
I hate to break it to you,
but corn syrup is natural, technically.
Well, then what the hell are we supposed to eat?
It's totally dark. I can't see inside.
Well, should we wait for daylight?
Hell no, we're not waiting.
I'll scout it.
See if we need to bring in the big guns.
I don't know. Look, Bobby...
[ Sighs ] Okay.
Place is clear.
But there's something you're gonna want to see.
Careful.
You know a way to kill vamps with battery acid?
Only way I know is beheading.
Well, something didn't agree with them.
Hey.
Check out that wall.
Something seem weird to you?
Yeah, see if you can find a switch or a lever or something.
Don't need one.
Hey.
[ Scoffs ]
Dean. Machete.
Hey.
Look. We're not gonna hurt you.
Okay? No fangs.
See?
We just want to talk.
I was 8.
My mom left me at the playground while she ran to the store.
A man approached me
and said I was the prettiest girl there.
And I've been living with these...
things...ever since.
At least until now.
Do you have any idea why?
I'm one of his special girls.
All the others, it was their job
to make sure I was ready for the Alpha,
whenever he came.
Wash me...
give me my I.V. bags every day.
It's my only food.
So my blood's pure.
They've been doing this for, what, 12 years?
Virgins are a delicacy. [ Chuckles softly ]
He always has at least one of us on hand.
Sam: Well, don't worry, okay?
We're gonna get you back to your mother.
Think she remembers me?
Of course she does.
Don't you remember her?
These, uh...
these guys -- they, uh, friends of yours?
They take care of the Alpha when he's here.
Or did.
What happened to them?
A week ago, they came back
from what they said was an easy hunt.
Three humans just came,
didn't put up any fight.
But when they started on them,
the vampires screamed in pain.
The ones who ate died immediately.
And the ones who didn't?
There was only one.
When he saw what happened, he moved to animals.
He's out hunting as we speak.
Never heard of vamps being allergic to humans before.
You think maybe it's the corn syrup?
I mean, think about it.
The Gas n' Sip was lousy with stoners.
All ripe for the picking.
She did say it was an easy hunt.
Do you know where the Alpha is now?
I don't know. Maybe.
He has a place he goes when something's wrong.
He calls it his retreat.
[ Grunts ]
What is that?
That's, uh, that's Sam's douche tracker.
Helps us find the Alpha.
All we need's an address.
I don't know. [ Chuckles ]
But I remember things that maybe can help.
That's okay. Just do the best you can.
Finally.
I'd run out of magazines.
Quick question. Where's your boss?
[ Grunts ]
[ Bones crunch ]
Let's try that again.
- Where is he? - Go to hell.
No. My neighborhood is worse than that.
Missoula, Montana.
Was that so hard?
[ Blood splatters ]
I can't do this, man.
I can't live on rabbit food.
I'm -- I'm a warrior.
Dean, you'll be fine.
You don't know that.
[ Scoffs ]
So what's next on the list?
Well, if we're bum-rushing the Alpha,
then we're gonna need dead man's blood,
which means a morgue.
Or...
Or what?
[ Slurping ]
[ Chuckles ]
Dude, forget the morgue. [ Belches ]
We are swimming in vamp poison.
[ Slurping ]
Excuse me, sir. Hi.
We, uh, we're with the...
Red Cross?
See, we have an emergency shortage.
And we're gonna need you to...
You're not getting a word I'm saying, are you?
Hey. [ Snaps fingers ]
Hold out your arm. We need your blood.
Dude.
Dean: All right, Sam.
Tap the keg.
Here?
Yeah, Sam, look around.
It's friggin' Woodstock. Everybody's hopped up on the brown acid.
We don't need the song and dance.
Give him a little prick.
That hurts.
This is for Hurricane Katrina, you said?
Yes.
Yes, I did.
So, look...
When we get there...
Yeah?
Bobby's gonna have to hang back.
Do you disagree?
He ain't gonna like it.
I mean, he helped us in getting Emily.
Look, I'm team Bobby, too. Okay?
But there's a reason we left him in the car with Emily. You know that.
The more action he sees,
the more chance he gets to spin out.
All right, fine.
So, we'll keep him off the front lines,
and he can just, you know, keep calm and carry on, right?
And if he can't?
[ Siren chirps ]
[ War's "Why Can't We Be Friends?" Plays ]
♪ Why can't we be friends? ♪
[ Siren chirping ]
♪ Why can't we be friends? ♪
[ Slurps ]
When they hauled you off to vamp camp,
do you remember how long the drive was?
We left at night.
Got in before dawn.
So, six, seven hours?
I think so, yes.
Do you remember any highways?
No. We only took back roads.
Okay. So, figure they averaged 45 miles per --
Couldn't have been more than 300 miles.
Right.
What direction were you going?
I don't know. I'm sorry.
Oh, it's okay. Em, you're doing great.
Um...is there anything else you remember?
Bells.
As we pulled up, I heard these loud bells.
It was still dark out? You thinking church?
No, that's too early.
It could have been a monastery.
Monks get up at 4:00 a.m. to pray.
Ugh. Can't get laid. Can't sleep in.
A friggin' tragedy.
Okay, so, Alpha's camping next to a, uh, monkey house.
How many do we got in range?
Looks like one.
Just outside...
This is where he took me.
Are you sure?
What now?
We'll get you someplace safe.
Circle back and ginsu these leeches.
[ Engine turns over ]
...but she couldn't get it.
Announcer: Yes, the famous Fleur-de-lis mansion.
$125 million estate...
[ Groans ] All right, here we go.
10 ccs of vamptonite.
It's a thing.
What's a Kardashian?
[ TV chatter ]
Oh, that's...
just another bloodsucker.
[ Chuckles ]
No, it -- it's...a joke.
Sam: Here.
If we're not back by dawn,
call this number, Jody Mills.
She's a friend.
She'll take care of you.
Here, use this phone.
You gotta hang here. [ Knocks ]
For your own good. Capiche?
Sam? [ Beeping ]
Thank you.
You bet.
[ Thud ]
[ Door slams ] [ Gasps ]
It was the wind. [ Chuckles nervously ]
Chill out, Bobby. We'll be back soon.
Well, he didn't take that very well.
How'd you think he was gonna take it?
Excuse me.
Sorry.
[ TV chatter ]
And the pitch...
Bass is leaning in for the sign -- he's ready.
Enters the stretch... And here's the pitch --
again, way, way inside.
He's having some trouble out there.
[ Paper rustles ]
[ Dialing ] The national weather report.
High tides and heavy surf battering the coast
of North Carolina today.
Force-40 winds and heavy rain...
Hi, daddy.
[ TV chatter ]
Why, you little schemer.
No, I'm close by.
Sending you a present.
And that's Dick Roman.
Yesterday I introduced you to this rising star
in American business.
In this hour, we'll go behind the scenes
and answer the question
everyone's been asking for months --
what makes Dick so hard to beat?
You son of a bitch.
Well, this time of day,
most of them would be catching z's.
They won't know what hit them.
[ Bird chirps ]
Hey. You with me?
Yeah.
But...
Are you sure you just want to charge in there,
machetes blazing?
Last time, it took a dozen hunters
to take down the Alpha.
And most of them didn't make it out.
Yeah, well, you got a better idea?
Stupid, stupid, stupid.
[ Birds chirping ]
Dean.
[ Door hinges creak ]
Maybe we're too late.
Sam!
[ Hisses ]
You know, where I'm from,
you have to bite and claw your way to the top.
Once you get there, trust me,
the view's incredible.
[ Beeping ]
Okay, Dean's birthday.
[ Beeping continues ]
Sam's birthday.
[ Beeping continues ] [ Speaking indistinctly ]
Damn it!
[ Glass shatters ]
[ Knock on door ]
Son of a bitch.
Louise: Everything okay in there? - My birthday.
Hello?
[ Gasps ]
I need your help.
Get away from me.
Listen, I need out of here.
Please!
Just need you a little while.
[ Beeping ]
[ Sighs ]
Just till I get the bastard.
[ Inhales deeply ]
The Winchesters.
I'm intrigued.
[ Footsteps ]
Emily.
Hi, Sam.
Wow.
For a girl raised in a basement,
you're a hell of an actress.
You were gonna hurt my daddy.
Hmm.
[ Scoffing ] Wow.
You get a trophy in Stockholm Syndrome.
I'm sorry to burst your bubble, but...
we weren't.
Sam here had a better idea.
We're here to talk. That's it.
[ Chuckles ]
Now that my guys have taken your blades
and your syringes of tainted blood.
Is that what you mean?
Well, we...
figured you might hold a grudge.
And why would I?
Because you captured me, tortured me,
sold me to the king of Hell?
That was more our grandpa.
[ Groaning ]
Ugh.
Thank you.
That was awesome.
I'm going to peel off your faces
and drink you slowly. Sam: Just listen.
You need us.
Oh, yes. I am thirsty!
The plague! We know what it is!
What do you know about Leviathan?
A bit.
You know they're poisoning the food supply?
Roman didn't mention that
when we met for dinner last fall.
We made lots of plans.
We are on excellent terms, he and I.
You sure about that?
Did he mention that he was going to...
Maui wowie the human population?
Oh, of course.
He said grabbing a snack would be easier than ever.
He said you'd all live together, didn't he?
You really believe him?
You think your children are dying by accident?
There is pesticide in the formula!
It suits you to think so.
You need me on your side.
Look, we're not the ones burning from the inside out.
Think about it.
Whatever deal he made with you was crap!
- Trust us! - Why are you telling me this?
Because we can stop Dick.
Stop all of it. We just...
We need your blood -- for the weapon.
[ Chuckles ]
So now you want to prevent
the extermination of the vampire race.
No.
But it beats going down with you.
Allan, darling...
come.
Well, the creep gets creepier.
- What's wrong? - Edgar's here.
Dean: Wow, what a funny coincidence.
All right, we need soap, uh, cleanser,
anything with borax in it.
We need knives.
Put them in the study.
Sam: Wait. No, no, no.
- No, wait. - Word of advice, boys.
You do not live through centuries of fire and ice
and continental divide...
by jumping to conclusions.
Okay. Whoa, whoa, whoa.
You're making a mistake!
Listen! Wait!
Never hurts to get the story first.
Hey. Hey!
[ Door slams, locks ]
Edgar.
I would've whipped you up a meal.
Please, sit.
I'm dying to know why you're here.
I think you know.
And how is that?
I smell Sam and Dean Winchester.
Anything?
Nothing.
You think Edgar's here for the same reason we are?
I mean, look, if they figured out
that we're here to get Alpha blood for a weapon...
I think any way you slice it,
you got Pac Man and True Blood in the same room,
and that's bad news.
I mean, he's not stupid.
Why the hell do you think he locked us in here?
Dean, we're his enemy.
[ Scoffs ]
I mean, they're like monster cousins or something.
Who would you give the benefit of the doubt to?
You know what? Maybe the Sucro is poisoning the vamps on accident.
Maybe they'll fix it.
I think you got the oldest monster on earth
thinking he can hold his own because he always has.
Edgar's gonna eat him alive.
Yeah.
Hey.
You think you could pick a lock with this?
But, Dean...
We gave up all our vamptonite.
Did we?
[ Chuckles ]
Do you want the boys?
Yes?
You're welcome to them.
I'll have them sent out.
How kind of you.
Oh, Edgar...
You do know why Sam and Dean are here, don't you?
They insist that you're exterminating us,
and I thought, well, that's...impossible.
Must be a mistake.
You're right. Of course.
[ Grunts ]
[ Hisses ]
[ Squishes ]
[ Grunts ]
Wow.
Vamptonite.
Friggin' vamptonite.
All right, we need knives.
There's got to be a prep room or a kitchen somewhere. Come on.
Alpha: Here's what I don't understand, Edgar.
You are aware that your little additive
has side effects, yes?
Dick warned you there might be kinks.
Yes. He also said he'd be in touch.
My children are in a panic.
You don't call, you don't write,
you don't send cookies.
Where exactly on the list is fixing our plague?
My dear friend...
...nowhere.
We want you to burn like the little roaches you are.
[ Thud ]
Roman said if I kept quiet, I would get my reward.
And now you get to lay down and die.
Nothing personal.
Our additive kills the wolves, too...
the shifters, and those disgusting little things
that eat corpses.
Anything with a taste for human.
Except us.
Mankind's a limited resource, after all.
There are seven billion...
of them.
Only seven.
[ Screams ]
[ Clatter ]
- We come from you. - Barely.
I am the son of Eve!
A pathetic mutt.
Hardly one of us.
I knew Eve,
and honestly...
your mommy was a whore.
[ Roars ]
[ Groaning ]
Don't squirm. I need every last drop.
Hey!
[ Knife clatters ]
Grab a glass. We're juicing this freak.
No!
Stay back!
Leave her alone.
She's been through quite enough.
Now, that's rich...
coming from the guy who took her off the swing-set.
Do you want to do this fight?
Or do you want my blood?
For taking care of Edgar.
Now go.
What about the little boy?
[ Scoffs ] Are you joking?
Dean: Do we look like we're joking?
How many other kids you got in here, you freak?
[ Sighs ]
At the moment, just him.
[ Scoffs lightly ]
Emily...
help Allan with his coat.
He's leaving with Sam and Dean.
Now, take it.
[ Glass thuds ]
What? No "thank you"?
Oh, right, right.
Your flesh is crawling.
All you really want to do is kill me now.
You hate having to wait and come back and try again.
Pretty much.
I wouldn't leave that head too close to that body
for too long.
See you next season.
Looking forward to it.
[ Sighs ] Let's never do that again.
Cops thought we took that kid.
Long as he gets back to his folks,
I don't care what they thought.
We had to jump out a freakin' window, man.
[ Guns cocking ]
Bobby.
Bobby?!
Dean?
He's gone.
[ Device warbling ]
I'm getting trace bits of EMF, but it's fading fast.
And Bobby's probably been gone three or four hours.
[ Device clicks off ]
He's got the flask, Dean.
How the hell are we supposed to track him?
Look, I hate to say this...
Well, then don't. He's gone.
[ Chuckles ]
[ Sighs ]
How could he do this... Now?
I mean, we've got half the freakin' weapon,
we're almost there. It's not him.
I mean, he's not thinking.
So, what, we just keep going while he's out there like this?
Do we have any other option?
[ Scoffs ]
I mean, it's what he'd want us to do. Right?
Yeah.
Yeah, him and Frank and Cass,
if his marbles were in the bag.
It's a good thing we got Crowley in our corner. Right?
Seeing as how it all comes down to him.
What could possibly go wrong?
Hello...
...Dick.
Mr. Crowley,
we have so much to talk about.
Take a seat.
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